#no I'm not counting the comma

[askweisswolf]

I was tagged by @the-rebel-archivist and @ohmypawsandwhiskers for this particular meme, and I can finally respond to it since I’ve been working on a new fic tonight! Thank you both so much for the tag!

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.  

Mary supposes she owes her that much, at least.

@jellydishes, @kittlesandbugs, @floirida, @pip-n-flinx, @molliehaswords, @lexa-griffins, @maburito, @gisellasmoonflower, @riddleredcoats

[hana-the-ghostieee]

hguhuwwgrugwehreghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

okay. i'm finally done with the translation for what i think is @yevnev's favorite song, Yuunagi, Bou, Hana Madoi

here you go

*slides translation in like an ice cream bowl*

3/22, 夕凪、某、花惑い (Evening Calm, A Certain Place, Fireworks/Yuunagi, Bou, Hana Madoi)

Before the summer sky came around, The fireworks that bloomed in my chest were what I wrote about And because the night is coming, I only set my sights for the day after tomorrow

I'll use my mouth, put it into words, and say it one more time, That certain August day, of course I remember, I'll never forget It's like it has things I just can't stop talking about This guitar I'm playing rings out two times, And this song is about 380 characters long Writing rock n' roll songs And singing about the summer

Just saying that word, "goodbye" won't ever be enough And I'll keep singing, singing about you in that "false night" sunset hue Remembering, just thinking about it will never be enough Swimming in flowers, that's the kind of summer I wait for And all you turn into are words

So that I wouldn't forget, those fireworks We saw that summer day, I wrote a song about them The memories I have of both of us, Are kind of like ghosts, they come back to me only at night

You know, I don't think there's anything good in this world right now To me, the features of this world are so difficult to understand It's just full of things you never told me about

That one hall where we always played the piano And that one cafe we loved to visit and sit at - they're closed down too Those people that talked trash about us, I want to kill them And I know you'd laugh at that too

Just moving on like this will never be enough And the more I think about us, swimming in the flowers The more everything hurts Summer is on its way, but I'm just dreaming And in my heart, a hole just opens

So if singing about things like this won't ever be enough, Not even those songs about you in that glowing red sunset hue Then I want to feel a night, of beauty and love And here I am, drowning in flowers, waiting for the summer As I glow under this pale moonlight

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fun fact you didn't need to know but here: i tried to make this translation around 380 words long which is why (at least to me) it doesn't read as "literal". i spectacularly failed (it's like 357 words TwT)

anyways thanksss i guess or something

[iceeericeee]

I wonder how many tags i can add on to this

[punctuation-completionist]

Um actually there is clearly an apostrophe, the kibty

,

1/22

buddy, and i say this as politely as possible, you might need to go back to that post and look at my counting again. because i did count the apostrophe. it's the only punctuation in the post

[unenomainen]

Oxford comma Does Not exist in Finnish please stop trying to put it where it doesn't belong or so help me

[cake-bread]

Welcome to my first post.

My name is Davey Wreden and I typically use Cakebread as my nickname. However, someone had already taken that username, so I had to improvise.

I hope to get more feedback on one of my games, The Beginner's Guide. In short - it's an antology of my friend's games. Coda hasn't created a single game since 2011 and I do hope to still bring him back to the game devs work. I myself have published a game and received overwhelmingly positive responses but I'm not here for myself.

I'm doing this for him.

What brought me to this platform is a good feedback system. I've been on Twitter and Facebook for a whole but none of them has the anonymous ask feature this platform does. And while I do think scrapping someone's identity from their own words seems a bit counter productive, in some cases, that can bring the needed courage to say your thoughts. That's why we use usernames instead of our real names on the internet, anyways.

I also like the reblogging feature. It seems way better than having a work be reposted - since the original creators lose feedback this way.

That's why I'd like you to use the ask feature if you have any thoughts you feel are worth sharing about the game. Please, if you write your own reviews of this game, do tag me so I can tell you my insights.

Cakebread, out.

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Breaking off the character for a moment, welcome! I'm shina and I'm the maker of this Fan Blog. I thought it would be silly to try to rp as Davey the character! Please do remember that this is me playing as DAVEY THE TBG CHARACTER, NOT THE ACTUAL DAVEY WREDEN. May that man never witness this and think I'm impersonating him 😭 hope someone will enjoy this!

[existentialcrisistime]

tagged by @mrpuppett, thank you!

The Rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

He catches Jim’s eye as he looks up to check a measurement, and the new guy quickly looks away, as if ashamed to be caught staring. Must be pretty new to life drawing in general, Jim supposes. 

Jim reckons there’s about a 50/50 chance of the new guy disappearing during the 15 minute break, whilst he’s mingling with the artists and chatting with Nyota at the bar, but instead he stays, and this time when Jim catches his eye, he receives a reserved smile in return.

tagging: @twinkboimler @teethingpains and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!

also for the carlando fans I uhh may have posted an extract over on the spicy sideblog @nicbutnasty bc that's technically my most recent wip 👀

[thedevillionaire]

I posted 466 times in 2022

That's 23 more posts than 2021!

115 posts created (25%)

351 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@evilfloralfoolery

@sniction-fiction

@athousandblessings

@mimikusu

@silklined

I tagged 461 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#answered asks - 39 posts

#cerberus - 31 posts

#cerberus and kia - 28 posts

#my ocs - 22 posts

#thank you so much! - 19 posts

#supernatural soap opera - 15 posts

#love it - 14 posts

#i love it - 13 posts

#thank you so much for the asks! - 9 posts

#cerbia - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#this – ‘’mere snatches of josephine abstracted the rippled reflection left behind when she’s some moments ahead’’ – is divine

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Discovery

A little awakening moment with very early Cerberus and Kia. It's their third date, and a notable first time. ---

She can’t even remember the last time she’s been on a dinner date. A proper one, that is. Proper proper. At all.

Is it…never? Wow, is it actually never?

Kia tries to settle her nerves a little. Calm down. It’s just food, okay? Fancy food. Oh my god, you know how to eat! And you can do a little fancy. They’re not even at the dinner part of the evening yet – they’re just selecting an accompanying wine. Or he is, anyway. She has no idea about that sort of thing, really, though she’s more than happy to partake in fancy wine alongside fancy food. And she’s wearing a very suitably fancy silk embroidered dinner gown, after all. Partaking is practically mandatory.

But the magnificence still strikes her, here the depths of the DeVille manor, the cellar with its stonecut staircase wrapped in cast iron curves and filigree, the capricious flicker of firebrands, and a core warmth in the atmosphere permeating even the heavy stone. She’s never been here before, never experienced anything like it. Like him.

He looks like art.  It’s far from the first time she’s thought it but there are moments it shakes her all over again, as if she’s seeing him completely anew. As indeed it does tonight, with him in beautifully tailored black dress coat, brocade waistcoat with richest green detail offsetting in echo that famous emerald gaze, unbound midnight hair falling past broad shoulders; he is dark majesty resplendent and he disorients her with a breathtaking presence unrivalled.

Cerberus pauses by the burnished oakwood door, offering his hand to her as she negotiates the final descent in delicately beautiful shoes entirely unsuited to the task. She’s slow to accept, still a little caught up in her thoughts, but thankful for the assistance and the warm solidity of his grasp – firm, safe, see? you’re not hallucinating, real – amid the imposing, classic grandeur of it all.

It’s also an imposing, classic grandeur that is apparently not in regular use.

His opening of the door sends a chaotic dance of dust motes into the air, thick and animated, the light from the firebrands illuminating the swirling wild array.

“Ah, damn.”

Cerberus, with a sharp and immediate catch of breath, frowns momentarily, sniffles and rubs his nose, well aware that it won’t prevent the inevitable for long. And indeed it doesn’t; he turns from Kia and gives over quickly. “HuhTSCHuu! Ah-TSSCH-uu! Excuse me, I… hh-AATSSCH-uu!”

“Bless you!” Kia offers with a smile, and a tone belying a sudden, riveted focus.

“*snf!* Thank you, darkling.” Cerberus shakes his head briefly as if to clear the irritation, sniffles again. “Should come down here more often, I suppose, but there’s not really been the… hh-HH…” His brow creases, expression collapsing expectant. “—the occasion. Sorry, I’m going to sneeze agai…” he almost manages, his words a blurred rush of necessity as his breath is directed to more pressing matters and he turns away once more, hurried and desperate; he covers with hastily retrieved handkerchief and with a scimitar gasp surrenders again.

“hh-h-huh-TSCHH-uu! Huh-TSSCHH-uu! *snf!* Huh… huhhTSSCHHUU!”

And Kia doesn’t expect or indeed understand the sharp thrill that flashes through her now, makes her stomach leap, her heart still a moment then race, but ohh she recognises the cause of his reaction, and she smiles softly as she finds herself discovering this simple little susceptibility in him unexpectedly beautiful.

“Aw, you’re allergic?”

He partially concedes with something approaching a concessional half-nod, and an accompanying sniffle. “A little se…” His breath catches again and he wipes his nose with a firm and determined measure of resistance. “A little sensitive to it, mm.”

Kia’s smile broadens, warm and vibrant. “It’s actually adorable, you know.”

Cerberus chuckles in a mixture of bemusement and utter disbelief as he rubs watering eyes and sniffles again. “Not quite the word I’d choose, darkling,” he says, selecting a bottle of something deep red and richly decadent, which he wastes no time in passing across to Kia in acute and escalating urgency. “It’s probably best if…” He inhales sharply at the insistent returning itch that he can do very little about, and he stifles another unstoppable sneeze against his shoulder.  “HXXTch! Best if you hold this. I… hhh...!”

He turns from her immediately the moment the bottle’s safely in her hands, capitulating absolute, possessing and powerful. “Huh-AAHTSSCHHuu!!”

“Gods! *SNF!* Pardon me.” He blows his nose, excuses himself again and takes a moment to recover, looking over at Kia with an expression of self-deprecating chagrin as he pushes disarrayed falls of ebony from his face, sniffling again in the wake.  “I feel my aura of debonair mystique may be taking a bit of a hit here.” He offers her a wry smile and raises an eyebrow.

Kia laughs, openly and genuinely. “Oh, but you’re completely nailing adorable,” she purrs through captivation - the unexpected thrill of seeing something so small and insignificant, so regular, so everyday, overtake him like this, but also how entirely he commits to it, once it’s a certainty. His intensity, passion, potency intrinsic to his being somehow, in every aspect.

So much to learn...

She curls her arm around his waist, stands on tiptoe to kiss him lightly on the cheek. “Bless you,” she murmurs, just a little softwanton, then adds a playful, “I mean, I’m pretty sure adorable is one of the main qualities a good Demon king needs anyway. Actual fact.” She grins.

"Oh, I see." Cerberus smiles back at her and runs a cautious forefinger beneath his nose with another sharp sniffle. “Ugh. Honestly! Charming as that is, darkling, I think what I actually need is fresh air.”

“And an incredibly sexy dinner date.”

He laughs. “And an incredibly sexy dinner date.”

--

68 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#4

It’s No Secret

Little domestic moment with my darlings, no plot other than a mildly irregular day in the Demonics Office. --- Kia knocks, opens the door and enters the Demonics Office in a fluid, nonchalant motion like there’s no risk involved in such an act whatsoever.

“Hey, hon, you busy?”

Cerberus, with a sharp sniffle, vaporises the latest clutch of used tissues he’s holding and glances up from his seat at the desk as his bonded, unannounced and unexpected, flashes him a vibrant smile as she moves to meet him, bestowing a quick kiss and no time to reply.

“No, okay, great, because…”

She mumbles a rhetorical “Can I just shift… I’m just gonna…” as she moves a few papers aside, puts the small hamper she’s carrying down in their place, and looks Cerberus over in quick assessment. He’d been headachy, distracted and sniffly morning-long. Early afternoon now, and the light hint of pink to his nostrils, the tiredness muting the intensity of his gaze, the remnant scent of smoke from recurrent tissue immolations combine to suggest that nothing much has changed. He presses the back of his hand against his nose with more than a little force, and sniffles again.

“Okay, first, this is honey and ginger tea.” Kia holds up a thermos, points to it. “It should still be pretty warm but you’ll probably want to reheat it anyway. Figured that wouldn’t be a problem, though.” She smiles and winks playfully.

“Anyway—” She pushes some more desk accoutrements aside, ignores the fleeting mildly pained expression this action brings from Cerberus, and sits on the desk to face him. “—you know that whole ‘the secret ingredient is love’ thing, right? When someone cooks something and it’s extra good and you ask them how it’s so good and the answer is that the secret ingredient is love?”

Cerberus, not quite sure where she’s going with this, gives her a quizzical look. It’s gearing up to be a particularly relentless week, as Influx is every year, and he’s only just at the beginning of arranging it all, he’s done very little of it to completion, and delaying further won’t help anything at all. “Yes, darkling, I suppose so, but I…” He wryly indicates a paper with a mess of unfinalised schedules on it. Another sniffle sees him claim another tissue.

Kia is not going to be distracted from her cause.

“Well, my love is not a secret.” Directing his attention now to a soup canister, she removes the cover to proudly display the contents. Floating in the broth are several vegetables which have been precisely cut into heart shapes. “It’s actual. Look - you can see the love!” She points at a heartcarrot. “Which obviously means it’s the best soup ever,” she adds with certainty, waving a presentational flourish over the soup and smiling broadly. “Anyway, so, like, I did the carrot and potato but the chicken is just shredded because it’s hard to make hearts out of chicken. Also the corn, it’s just…it’s really tiny.”

Cerberus laughs with a genuine, heartwarmed delight. This is so very Kia, so very the essence of his beloved – these thoughtful eccentricities, percipient kindnesses, the joy she always brings with it – and he curls a hand through her rich brunette waves, touches a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s wonder…” He clears his throat as his voice catches a little, sniffles again and wipes his nose. “Excuse me. It’s wonderful, love, you’re wonderful, but, really, you needn’t have gone to the trouble. I’m al… hh…” His expression collapses into an immediately surrendered frown, haze falling over emerald eyes, and he brings the tissue he’s holding up in cover, turns from Kia as much as he can in the almost no time he’s afforded before he capitulates, urgent, needful, unforgiving. “HUHTSSCH-uu! Huh-TSSCH-uu! Hh-hh… HH… AhhHETSCHUU!”

The room spins a little more than he’s prepared for and he takes a moment for a chagrined wry recovery. “Damn it. *snff!* Couldn’t have timed that more badly if I’d tried.” He clears his throat again, wipes his nose firmly. “Pardon me.”

“Bless you. Lucky for you I brought this amazing and clearly needed chicken and vegetable love soup.”

He chuckles wryly, thanks her for the blessing and wipes his nose again, just as ineffectively as the last time. “And I do appreciate it, darkling, I truly do, but I will be fine, I promise.” And he still mostly believes it, although with somewhat less conviction than perhaps he did earlier.

A languid hand weaves through falls of ebony hair as she meets his gaze, her tone faux stern for, “Oh, I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Any form of you holding me suits me perfectly well, love.” Cerberus incinerates the tissue before indicating the multitude of papers awaiting his attention. “But unfortunately, for the moment, duty calls.”

Kia sighs, just a little. “Well, if you really absolutely do have to be all big bad formidable Demon king or whatever today, you definitely need the soup,” she says, the undertone of chastisement clear as she trails a fingernail along angular cheekbone. “You’ve barely made it through a sentence without sniffling since I got here, you know.”

He’d love to not sniffle again at this point, but despite that, he absolutely does.

She quirks a knowing eyebrow at him, leans in closer for a warm, lingering kiss, and Mindsends :Nobody is too formidable for soup.:

She leans back again, looks at him in gentle yet firm challenge. “And don’t you even try to pretend.”

Cerberus chuckles wryly, shakes his head. “Ah, darkling, I wouldn’t dare.”

This magnificent goddess. The call of duty is lessening by the second.

He wraps an arm around her waist in desirous embrace, pulling her close, raising the ambient heat both with thought and physical touch. Pushing her hair aside with slow, indulgent tenderness, he tucks silken chestnut behind her ear to press a kiss to her neck, his sly smile practically tangible as he murmurs a susurrant baritone I used to run this place, you know.

“Mmh,” Kia manages, heat suffusing her, wanton volcanic, and she leans in, tracing her fingers languorously over her bonded’s face as she does so. She feels his nostrils twitch against her touch, senses as much as hears the short, sharp inhalation he cannot help but take, and the heat already burning her rises again, incendiary.

And the Demon king would very much like to not continue to perfect the art of inopportune timing but his powers have no dominion here, not in the face of this irresistible need, this culmination desperate. He turns to stifle against his shoulder, once and then again – “HXTchu! HXXTCHu!” – and he Mindsends an apology as the need, only increased with the suppression, returns renewed insistent powerful absolute and he inhales deeply, doubles over into folded arms, surrendered.

“Huh-AAHTSSCHHUU! Hhh… hh-TSSCHH-uu! HHTSSCHH-uu!”

Kia’s Mindsent :Bless you, sweetheart: is a vibration through body and soul.

“hh-AHH… Ah-TSSCHH-uu! Ah, gods.” Cerberus sniffles fiercely, murmurs a thank you and an apology, and sighs. “I suppose I’m doomed at this point, hm? Excuse me, love.” He claims a sequence of tissues and blows his nose thoroughly, which does stop the sniffling – in the short-term, at least. And it may simply be the presence of his beloved, but he strangely finds himself feeling better than he’s felt all day, even if he’s not exactly sounding the part, and he chooses the path of optimism again. “I’m sure I’ll be alright, though, honestly. These things do pass.”

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70 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#3

Best Served Cold

≈ 3,000 words of Underworldian shenanigans - Cerberus and Kia and some guest appearances; any and all questions, please do ask! And as always, thank you so much for taking the time to enter in; my ridiculous little heart loves you all. ---

Seriously?

He’s somehow managed to resemble an outtake from a baroque portrait, an array of plush blankets slung over the chair and side table in what certainly wasn’t artful arrangement but has fallen that way all the same, much like his own position, like he’s been purposefully styled to be all long, sculpted limbs, curtain of silken ebony hair falling just so, shirt semi-unbuttoned as if for an intentional, dramatically splendid unconsciousness. The grandeur of the room itself brings its own measure of import, and a claret-stained wineglass and tissue box, both notably empty, lending further subtle touches to the vista – of indulgence, of necessity. An almost bacchanalian, luxuriantly rich chaos of classic beauty gone vaguely awry, a haphazardness in paradox, perfectly disordered.

And he’s got no right to be this beautiful, not under third-day ravages of a heavy headcold, asleep in the fireside chair that he swore to her he wouldn’t fall asleep in, he’s just going to review some papers, it’s no problem, darkling, and it needs to be done.

He’s a little flushed; could be the wine, could be a touch of fever.

Kia sighs. He may indeed be an unfair triumph of aesthetic debauchery, but right now the stunning Demon king is also just her sick husband, his formidable dominance quieted under blanket pile and sleepthick congested breaths, domestic everyday mundane, which is somehow the most surreal and incredible part of all of it.

Picking up one of several scrolls strewn across the table, she glances over a complex and bloodthirsty looking collection of daemonological whatnots she mostly doesn’t comprehend. Okay, pretty sure that’s ‘evisceration’…

Alrighty, then.

She takes a brief detour to the kitchen, collecting the tissue box from the countertop there, and returns.

“Hey, hon,” she says as he blearily wakes to her soft stroking of his hair, the contours of his face. Her briefly reproachful expression is entirely a work of fiction, though, and she tilts his head towards her for a loving kiss.

:You’re the worst self-medicator I have ever met.:

Cerberus murmurs a congested, hoarse and not quite awake yet Mm, hello, love with a sniffle and nose rub against an itch that wastes no time in reasserting itself; with an urgent gasp he collapses into crooked elbow and a couplet of heavy sneezes he doesn’t even consider fighting. “Ah-TSSCHH-uu! Huh-hhAHTSSCHhuu!” He excuses himself breathlessly a moment before an immediate third, powerful and possessing. “HHAAHTSSCCHU! Ugh, pardon me. *SNFF!*”

“Bless you, sweetheart. Here,” Kia says, passing him a couple of tissues from the new box, which briefly confuses Cerberus before he gathers enough wherewithal through coldhazy tiredness to work it out. He presses his hand to his temples, the bridge of his nose, a series of ineffectual, wet sniffles in the wake, pushes his hair back from his face and makes a halfhearted attempt at rearranging both himself and the blankets into a slightly more put-together fashion.

Another sniffle. “Thanks, love. Sorry.”

She touches a kiss to the top of his head,running her fingers through his hair even as she gently pushes it aside, her hand resting a moment on his brow, noting with slight concern a heat beyond his norm. Another kiss as she drapes her arms around him. “How’s the cold?”

“Flourishing.” He sniffles again, particularly emphatically, and groans as he notices that he’s not, in fact, completed the work he meant to do – work that he thought he had done. “And apparently I’ve had—” he says, as much to himself as to Kia while running through a rapid double check of several scrolls, definitely incomplete, “—the world’s most tedious dream.”

He looks up at his bonded as if she’s going to know the answer, though he’s asking himself more than asking her. “How have I not finished this?”

“Well… You did finish the wine, so...” She gives him a good-natured, gently teasing smile.

“Ah, no, that was shared with Lilith during a delightful impromptu argument earlier,” he says, examining a particular scroll for a third time, “and… *snf* Oh, I…” He frowns, breath sharpcatching, and raises an index finger in urgent necessity of pause, turning from Kia with haste. “Hhh-AHTSSCH-uu! Hh...hh-HH… Ah-HEHTSHhuu! Ah, gods.”

A tired exhalation follows and he sniffles thickly in the wake of it, grumbles something about barely know what I’m doing thanks to this pestilential nonsense and excuses himself to claim a fresh sequence of tissues. He blows his nose, which does little more than reignite the itch with extra heat, burning insistent relentless, and he sneezes again immediately. “Huh-AHSSCHuu! Honestly, this has been… hpt-XCH! all damn… hhH! *snf* All damn day. Excu… hh-ah…AAHTSCHUU!! Gods, excuse me.” 

“Aw, bless you, babe.” Kia gives him a moment of recovery – such as it is, his breathing still somewhat erratic – and runs her hands through her bonded’s hair with one hand, passes him some more tissues with the other. “So, want my news of the day? Yeah, you do,” she says with a kiss to his cheek and no pause for an answer. “You know how I had my crash course in Mortal Studies instructing? Okay, well, oh my god it’s a whole lot harder than I expected. Like, some of the stuff you have to explain is just really…really weird. Ash has been super helpful, though. Except he did give me all the assignments to mark, which is definitely less cool, but fine, I guess. At least it’s a small group.”

She stops to regard Cerberus a moment in a sudden, slightly delayed curiosity. “So what were you arguing with Lilith about?”

Cerberus scoffs as he vaporises the used tissues. “Gods know. Haven’t a clue. I’ve willfully forgotten, or today’s medication came with some creative side effects notably more effective than its purported effects.” He clears his throat and sniffles again, rubbing his nose with a determined firmness, and subdues the most recent of the recurrent itches – almost. “She came around here and said some things at me. *snf!* I’ve no idea what.”

“So what did you say, then? You must have said something.”

“Probably did more sneezing than talking,” Cerberus mutters with clear touch of bitterness, more to himself than to Kia, though she offers a nod of agreement and wry chuckle all the same. “Be that as it may, though, I really have very little idea of what the problem actually was. Something about the damned Nuit and Arcadia issue.” He frowns in thought, pressing a hand to his forehead, and sighs. “I could have sworn we started out holding much the same opinion on the matter. Though I’m sure she’d be more than willing to let me know exactly where, why and in which way I was completely wrong about everything.”

“If you don’t remember what you said,” Kia says with a playful wicked grin, “you really can’t be sure that you weren’t wrong about everything, yeah?”

“Honestly, darkling. Are you actively trying to make my day worse than it already is?” Cerberus raises an eyebrow at her and shifts his position to rest his head against hers, murmuring, “I couldn’t have been wrong about everything. I never am.” He turns slightly to give a fleeting, knowing smile at her resultant incredulous laugh, coughs in reflex and groans quietly. “Ugh, I feel appalling.”

“Aw, honey.” Kia touches an affectionate kiss to his temple. “I know.” She glances over her shoulder as a knock sounds at the door. “Huh. Are you expecting anyone?” she asks, already moving to answer it.

“Dear gods, no. Although Lilith didn’t let that stop her from turning up earlier.”

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71 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#2

Home Truths

A little snapshot moment. I've been kind of on a sappy domestic comfort kick lately. No plot save the small things. 🖤 ---

I’ll be alright.

But of course he’d say that.  

The doubtful inquiry in her gaze isn’t lessened at all by his assurance; he’s been tired and out of sorts since waking. He knows this, and as he looks across at her from where he sits on the couch, he concedes to it. Just a touch.

A little sniffly, love, but I’ll be alright. A slight smile she recognises as an effort made just for her.

He looks exhausted.

Kia keeps a watchful eye on Cerberus with intermittent, lingering over-the-shoulder glances while she finishes making her tea. He’s sniffly, as he says, indeed – he has been since an early, powerful trio of sneezes rich with the kind of wet heaviness that never bodes well – but also the lethargy in his motion, the unspoken story of his hand pressed against his temples, his sinuses, the brief frown of discomfort he gives as he does so ensuring her attention remains fixed.

A moment’s hiatus then another frown, first appearing almost curious but quickly deepening to something much more urgent, hijacked sharpneedful desperation, a keen gasp collapsing rapidly into an imperative, overwhelming sneeze. No respite in its wake and his breath is a hitch of pleading and need, and another, and again, completely overtaken.

“HehAHHTSSCHUU! Hhh…h… Huh-HH… hh-HAHTSSCHHUU!!” He doesn’t so much cover with crooked elbow as surrender into its refuge, whole body capitulation, and the deep shiver, cold flash and head spin that follows sets him reeling. Everything aches, sudden and absolute, he’s chilled to the bone, senses simultaneously dulled and painfully sharp, like the world cracked on its axis in the aftermath. He doesn’t excuse himself as he usually does, he doesn’t have the wherewithal, and puts his head in his hands, looking and sounding so unlike himself that his bonded abandons her tea without another thought and moves to him.

Her hand on his shoulder in steadfast caress, an unspoken promise of sanctuary.

Honey?

He gives the slightest shake of his head.

I’m not…

And for a moment she almost expects another denial, but it’s fleeting.

His energy stolen, with brow creased he looks up to meet her eyes in true concern; a clear, perplexed worry cast unmissable in emerald, and a shocked waver in his voice that she’s never heard before – tone quieted, apology-laced, and without doubt.

I’m not well.

Its simplicity brutally telling, Kia knows immediately how certain he must be for such an admission. The matter-of-factness, no denial, no mitigation. A plain honesty rendered devastating.

Oh, sweetheart.

She embraces him in softwarm haven and he leans into her touch as she cradles his head against her breast, comfort embodied, silently noting what is almost certainly fever.

A gentle kiss pressed to his forehead. It’s alright. Whisper intimate, reassuring. I’m here. A tender stroking of his hair, holding him closer as he shivers and sniffles again. I love you.

And she finds herself echoing his words, but from a place of promise rather than avoidance, security rather than hope. An endgoal rather than an entreaty.

Another kiss.

You’ll be alright.

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73 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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just a small domestic micromoment

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He’s late.

He’s very late.

He’d really tried not to be but just about everything that could have gone wrong has resolutely done so all damn day, and he closes the bedroom door as quietly as he can, not at all surprised to find his beloved already asleep. He’s exhausted himself. Everything’s taken at least twice as long as it should have, his ability to focus one step from nonexistent, and now on top of it all he just can’t…seem to…

“hh-HH”

stop…

“HuhTSSchuu!”

Cerberus covers with tightly crooked elbow as best he can in an attempt to keep things as quiet as possible but good intentions regardless it’s really not where his talents lie, and he hesitates in a momentary frozen hiatus, brow creased in concern as Kia stirs just a little, unsure whether he’s woken her or not.  

But she resettles quickly enough and he sighs, sniffles, pushes his hair back from his face. He takes a fresh tissue, then another, from the box on the dresser, wipes his nose with a commanding, wilfully insistent firmness, and immediately sniffles again.

Gods his head hurts. He swallows with pained effort, the brokenglass sting in his throat a wicked omen, but for now he’s just so glad to finally be home and back with his love; the day’s had precious few moments of respite, and even the sight of his bonded is some kind of soul-deep succour.

Despite his attempts to not disturb her she wakes a little anyway as he joins her under the covers. She murmurs a soft sound of welcome, her mouth curling into the smallest of contented smiles, and sleepily shifts her position to curl up alongside him, trail her fingers through his hair.

And all he wants is to immerse in the sanctuary of her embrace and finally get some much-needed rest but this incessant itch just will not…

He turns from her rapidly as urgency becomes imperative, demanding insistent no warning no chance, and he sneezes twice, stifles a third

“Huh-TSSCH-uu! AHTSSCHuu! HXTchu!” in desperate rapid succession; she reaches over to gather some tissues to pass him, offers a sweetsoft bless you concurrent with his wearily chagrined excuse me as she does so. He manages a partial thankyou before returning unstoppable rising need wrenches him away and he buries his face in folded arms, doubles over absolute, surrendered.

“HhhAHTSSCHHuu!”  

He groans quietly and collapses back amongst the pillows with another series of liquid sniffles.

“Aw, you getting a cold?” Empathic and sleepblurry, it’s not so much question as observance, muffled by both the bedlinens and her bonded’s shoulder as she wraps herself around him, touches a lingering kiss to his temple.

A resigned hmh of concession; he feels entirely too awful for any denials. “*snf!* Doing an outstanding job of it, too, it seems,” he says, the thick edges of heavying congestion already dulling his diction. He sniffles again, rubs his nose with more than a little force, and turns his gaze to hers in wry apology.

She tuts a warm sound of sympathy and props herself up on her elbow a moment to regard him with tender concern; the rarity of an admission like that from him has her immediate attention. “Come here.” A gentle hand brushes some errant midnight strands aside, a murmured, “Oh, hon,” and she softly directs him to lie against her, embracing him, entwining them together. She presses another kiss to his forehead, and feeling his breath catch anew reaches over to the tissue box again, passes him a preemptive handful as she sleepily returns to nestle close against him once more, her voice warmwhispered, intimate, soothing.

“You’re such an overachiever.”

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134 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

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[askfordoodles]

You can use a symbol that looks just like a comma, but crucially doesn't share the regular comma's unicode. It's a "single lower quotation mark", apparently

and here it is:

‚

just copy-paste it into your tags

I love how you can put literally anything in the tags except for commas. You can have whole-ass ideas and thoughts and messages in there... Just not structured and coherent ones.

[buryme-atmakeoutdawn]

My mind keeps thinking of vines

It's the only thing in in

Just vines...

[fanvoidkeith]

some jackass: autistic people just don't feel emotions the way the rest of us do

my hyperempathetic autistic ass: okay so then why do i have this fucking mountain of feelings about everything then

[squishiifishrose]

Another oc story retcon:

So in an older post about A Title (That's just what this thing is getting called until I finally figure out a better title), that was mostly about Jordan's Anti-CER radicalization, I said that in the far future United States that Zail is in, the government has been replaced by a board of representatives that are all companies. However now I have it that a surpreme court ruling gave judicial persons (aka corporations) the right to run for office and sit in the surpreme court, so long as said judicial has a representative to actually fill the role.

And because corporations have way more money to fund a campaign than if the candidate ran alone, people looking to get into politics tend to look towards getting hired as a representative for a company, and many voters see more commercials and ads in favor of these corporate candidates than for other candidates.

And generally, there are less non-corprate candidates than corporate candidates due to the fact that corporations treat their representatives in elections like celebrities, while it can be a struggle to even get a little bit of funding for non-corprate candidates. Since the ruling, the number of candidates that weren't representing a corporation had been slowly lowering.

The right for judicial persons to go into office is generally called Corporate Election Rights (CER), but the actual term is Judicial Persons Election Rights (JPER)

[pollsnatural]

So, results.

Of all tfw fans (obviously counting only those who voted in this poll), Cas fans have the highest percentage of fans who have watched the entire show and the smallest percentage of fans who have only watched a few episodes or clips.

The percentage of Sam fans who have watched all of Supernatural is very close to the percentage of Cas fans who have watched the entire show (45.6% and 45.8% respectively). Overall, the charts for Sam fans and Cas fans are quite similar.

Dean fans have the highest percentage of people who have watched multiple seasons of Supernatural and the lowest percentage of people who have watched either the entire show or less than one season.

Most of it = more than 7 seasons

Some of it = less than 7 seasons, but more than 1 season

[salemqz]

Low-key? Want to post writing that I'm proud of.

Problem? Too anxious.

[ollie-the-fae]

the mail guy is talking to a neighbor so I haven't gotten my new earbuds yet and now my whole schedule is off because I expected for no small talk cause the mailman doesn't like to talk to people and im SO MAD

[infinitethree]

Hooo boy. Daz has a LOT of songs. His full playlist is currently 772 songs. Obviously, I trimmed that down considerably when I ported it! The Youtube version is at 274.

I might be insane and detail-obsessed, but not to THAT extent.

Explanations and major songs behind the cut!

Reasons for yeeting songs include but are not limited to:

Not in English

Only kinda fits

Other version already on the list

Can't fuckin' find it again

Kinda weird/romantic overtones (it's not MY fault all the 'fuck you' songs are about romantic relationships that went sour!! The angry energy works perfectly otherwise and AHHH)

Okay, and now the actual songs. There are a few artists that pop up a fair bit. Adam Jensen is by far the biggest one; even on this version of the playlist, he has TWENTY ONE songs. He is the primary Daz artist. References to drugs and sex are, in this context, metaphors for his unhealthy habits & coping mechanisms.

The Crane Wives, UPSAHL, and Seether are some of the others.

Trouble- Adam Jensen

It was hard to narrow down which one of Adam Jensen's songs is the MOST fitting. I think this one wins because pretty much every line suits him perfectly. Like-- it's pitch-perfect. "Is it living or dying that makes me afraid?/Or is it that I know my soul can't be saved?"; "There's trouble in my daydreams/It's all I've ever known/The day that I was born, trouble won't leave me alone/It's flowing in my bloodstream/And running through my veins/And when I lose my mind, it's the trouble that remains" Honestly, just pick any line. It works perfectly for Daz no matter which one it is.

Enchante- Dirt Poor Robins

First of all; I found this song via this Mandela Catalogue animatic. Spoilers up through Volume 4, but if that/themes of the series in general don't bother you then you GOTTA watch it. I remain obsessed with this MONTHS later. (Catch me in the comments frothing at the mouth over it, lmao) Back to Daz, tho. Surprise! It's an extended metaphor for Blood & Gold! "For grounded men were jealous of/the angel's flight, the angel's flight" is New L'manburg's snubs against Dream & Tommy, and then of course their attempt to take the server from them by force; "Alas, the virtues through their glasses/drifting away as only madness/drowning in the sin/of our animal skins"; Dream's ideals and morals gradually eroded and then vanished. By the end, he was halfway out of his mind of from loud his admin instincts were. Those same instincts had been what damned him to the same miserable fate that he had been so desperate to avoid. and ofc the chorus; "Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté/Greet your beast and let 'em streak/Into the fray/It's okay, it's okay, it's okay/If we can't raise the dead/We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise/We're gonna raise hell instead" Especially the end of the chorus. If we can't raise the dead, we're gonna raise hell instead. At first, it's Dream and Tommy about Eret and Connor. Then it's Dream and Tommy about the death of their (Dream's) ideal server. Then it's Tommy and Innit about Tubbo-- and that refrain has become mocking. You won't be able to bring us back, they're saying. Just like we can't bring Tubbo back. And through our death, we will avenge him.

Flu Game- Fall Out Boy

Aaay a one from both Dream and Daz! Dream is the one with the first part of the chorus-- "Last night I dreamt I still knew you/You/I carved out a place in this world for two/But it's empty without you" He tried to build a paradise for the two of them. He failed. In some ways, he still doesn't understand what went wrong. (He can't. Not when he's still clinging to the past-- when he's still being warped by something be could never have realized was a problem.) Daz is the second part-- "I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself/All this effort to make it look effortless/All this love I've got to keep to myself/All this effort to make it look effortless" See, one of the secrets about Daz is that he's NOT a sociopath. He DOES care. He just believes that he's cursed and broken; anyone who gets too close to him is damned to suffer. If he shows too much open affection, then his loved ones will be targeted and used against him. To love him is to suffer, but to be loved by him is a death sentence. So, even when he's with the Council, he's just donning a different mask. He's not capable of love, and maybe he never was. Thus, he can't love his friends. Because if he can't love them, then his love can't become a noose around their throat. It can't become a knife in their heart. It can't become something precious wielded as a weapon. (And, maybe, if he's lucky, they'll believe it enough that they wouldn't let him kill them.)

Daffodil- Florence + The Machine

Part of this one is the vibes. The slightly dark/ominous tone, and phrasing of someone who has reached the end of their patience, suits him so well. But, also...it's about Dream again. "I couldn't help it, yes, I let it get in/The helpless optimism of spring/Worn out and tired and my heart never tired/And the world bent double from weeping/And yet, the birds begin to sing" (The world very literally wept over him. Dream's distress summons rain, after all, and every mob in the server inherently understands what their admins want. They want to help. Some of those efforts work better than others.) "English sun, she has come/To kiss my face and tell me I'm that chosen one" Like...Dream pretty much directly called him the chosen one. Daz was special because he's capable of being an admin. Dream, to his knowledge, had never met another person like him. Daz could be like a god, Dream tells him early on. He could hold so much power in the palm of his hand-- and more than that, to be viewed as an equal to Dream himself. The two of them, side by side, co-admins. The gilded cage he was trapped in was to be transformed into a paradise.

Dramaturgy- Jubyphonic (cover)

It's literally about lying/pretending to be someone you're not. That's Daz's whole MO. The most painful part is easily; "The world that I locked out is nowhere to find/The people who mocked me are gone from my sight/Emotions and feelings are useless to keep/The tears that had fallen were not mine to weep" A part of him won't LET him fully grieve for Tubbo; he doesn't deserve that luxury. He's the reason Tubbo is dead, after all.

My Ordinary Life- The Living Tombstone

and in a VERY different change of pace; a song about success and also arrogance and suffering so maybe not THAT big of a change lmao "Can you heal me? Have I gained too much?/When you become untouchable you're unable to touch/Is there a real me? Pop the champagne/It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain" Is there a real Daz, under the gold leaf? Maybe he doesn't want there to be. It would be so much easier if he COULD let himself stop thinking.

How To Be Me- Ren

God, all of Daz's songs are so fucking depressing. The meaning of this one is pretty obvious; between him hiding parts of himself from Dream, his public life in Sanctuary, and all his secrets...he's lost who he really is, behind all those masks. I think the opening and closing verses are especially fitting. "I don′t feel safe in this bed/There are voices in my head/I've been talking to the dead/And the fear baptized me"; "When he gave up the fight/A quick decision late in the night/That stayed with me for all of my life/I miss you so" Innit and Tubbo references! :)

Night Is Faint- Trickle (cover)

It's Dream again. The chorus especially, with "wishing on a star for saving/under the sky, a boy who's heart is aching". "A secret that I've had for centuries…/There's a darkness that I hide when smiling/On my life, I swear, I didn't want to meet this side of me/… Didn't want this And I wish my bleeding, beating heart from back before was warm/enough to/Melt away the frozen veins that pulse with pain and eating me away" He wants to go back to when he believed he'd been granted a miracle. He wants to go back to when he was offered the world, and he believed he could have it without a steep cost.

People I Don't Like- UPSAHL

A core song, and yes I DID find it from that one c!Schlatt animatic lmao. One of my first "ohhh my god I need this song, actually" moments! This one is pretty simple. He's pretty jaded/critical of others, and he's just pretending to be a good person-- "Everybody in this party's fucking fake/I really wish that I could say it to your face/But I won't"

Chimera- Will Stetson (cover)

It's about a performance, pretending to be something you're not. Again...that's just what Daz does, 24/7. And he's pretending not to still be carrying a lot of pain and suffering from his past. He's notoriously tight lipped about a lot of what happened to him; the Council knows the broad strokes, yes, but a lot of the particulars are at best an educated guess. Daz is desperate to not dwell on what happened. If he starts unraveling that thread, he might not be able to let things slip that he can't let slip. Like Innit. None of the Council would understand that he made the only choice he could. By the end of Fool's Gold, there are only two options; side fully with Innit (and thus accept that Lee would be directly killed), or go all-in on Lee (and thus keep Innit trapped). There's no wiggle room. There still isn't-- he made his choice, and he knows that Innit will never forgive him for it. That's why he's currently so scared.

Core/important songs:

As a reminder, core songs are songs that are really important to the foundation for a character. Sometimes they don't fit as well now, but they still REALLY had an impact on their development. Innit and Mystery are both new enough that there hasn't been a ton of shift from their initial conception to now.

Not so for Daz! He's gotten a lot of development over the year and a half or so he's been around. <3

A bunch of these won't have suuuper deep detail, because some are more about the VIBES and what they inspired than actual lyric analysis.

wanting, getting wanting- DEMONDICE

This one, in my mind, is either Daz and Innit somehow talking to past Tommy...or various Daz branches doing the same. "What is a man to a king/And a king to a god?/What is a god to a devil putting up a facade?" I'm not kidding when I say this line is SO fitting. There's two main ways of reading it; there's man= player, king= Eret/Wilbur, god= Dream, devil= Tommy then there's man= player, king=mod, god= admin, and devil= mainline/"canon" Daz. Which, yes-- in...pretty much every other timeline, he becomes an admin. There's really only one exception. Maybe. I haven't decided for sure either way.

Additional Memory- JubyPhonic (cover)

This is a song about suicide! :D It's also one of the songs that I really, REALLY heavily associate with Blood & Gold. Once I decided that Tommy would try to kill himself in retaliation for being forced to kill Tubbo, this song pretty naturally slotted into that. It's said to Tubbo, to Dream, to the hopes and plans he had made of a paradise that was never meant to be. I have a very vivid mental image of what an animatic would look like for this one. Or even just an abstract of relevant scenes.

Honey Honey- Larkin Poe

I don't know what to call the vibes of this song. Almost villain-esque, with the bass(?) and what I think of as a snake-like rhythm. Something creeping up, something waiting to strike. Something dangerous. The "American as apple pie" line was part of why Daz was turned into someone so beneficial to the rest of the server. He's wholesome and warm! He wants to help everyone! And he's always there to greet new people, and lend a hand or his ear, and help however he can. Everyone knows Daz. Everyone trusts Daz. Without Daz, the server would grind to a screeching halt. He's secured himself a guarenteed checkmate. If he's ever exposed to the rest of the server, then not only would he be stripped of his power (and possibly ability to remain in the server), but nobody could ever trust anyone again. If Daz, of all people, is actually a mastermind genius-- and able to conceal his true self from Lucid, San, Day, Vio, etc...who knows what anyone else might be hiding?

DICTATOR- Rei Ami

Another animatic song that had a huge impact on Daz's development. It's not in the playlist, because, I mean...like. Listen to the lyrics. Super sus/weird, y'know? But the idea of him having an "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you" mentality went on to be a pretty big part of Blood & Gold. Even now, he might pretend to be nice or offer an option...but a lot of the time? That's a lie. There is Daz's way, or there is a lot of pain in some form He ain't a benevolent ruler; he's an iron-fisted dictator, and by god will you learn to bow your head to him.

Lady Jesus- UPSAHL

UPSAHL again! You'd think, with the order they were added in the full playlist, that it'd be "People I Don't Like" here and "Lady Jesus" in the main 10. Nope! This one fits less, actually, despite being a pretty important song for Daz's meta growth. The idea of a rebirth after suicide & how he's become a quiet powerhouse of influence within the server is a pretty obvious through-line. He killed the person he used to be, in several ways. Now he's come back stronger than ever, with assurances that mean he CAN'T be ousted from power easily.

Aaaand that's it! Now I can move onto a less insane playlist. Alternately, I can move on to Day, who is the only character to beat out Daz's song count! He has 778 songs, a whole SIX more!

God. you can tell they're my two favorites. The next highest is Aver at 720...but mostly because he's got a lot of c!Tommy-esque background and I have SO MANY depressing songs.

Then the rest of the top 5 are Lucid at 569, Aster at 520. After that (and excluding Blood & Gold/AU specific variants) it drops below 500.

I have so many fuckin' songs, y'all.