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[siriuslylantsov]

be my valentine

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: in which, spencer asks you out after a hearty but incomplete info dump on the history of valentines day.

tags: fluff! idiots inlove, gn!reader, reader is briefly described as shorter than spencer, teasing!spencer, grumpy!reader, penelope is an angel and i love her so much, reader shitting on valentines day and raising some very valid points.

a/n: based on this request, second fic for the event!! i know its still four days till valentines day but! if i didnt get this done now it would've been late. i rewrote this THREE times... but i rlly like how this version came out! happy reading :)

wc: 2.1k

it's your lunch break and you’re glaring at yet another sappy couple that walks by you. grumbling, you take another bite of your blueberry muffin. spencer laughs from his seat in front of you, amused by how your lip curls into an irritated pout. the two of you had walked to a cafe, a brief reprieve away from the frenzied police department you were stationed at for this week's case. 

“motherfuckers,” you seethe, still chewing your food. “i hate valentine's day.”

he laughs again, his tone sarcastic, “really, i never would’ve guessed.”

your glare shifts to him as you cross your arms. his grin is still there, annoyingly persistent, you hate that it doesn't affect him as much as it should. if you told him this, he would’ve told you that it didn't pack much of a punch. 

you roll your eyes and continue with a heavy scoff, “it's just another fake holiday, you know. like mother's day. created by greeting card companies trying to commercialise a day that shouldn't even exist honestly. every day should be dedicated to showing your loved ones how much you care, not just 24 hours in the middle of february.”

he accepts your cynicism with a smirk, completely accustomed to it. he knows you don’t mean it, not entirely, you just like to rant. “you know valentines day actually goes back about 2000 years. i’m sure greeting card companies weren't around back then,” he corrects, biting his lip in suppression.

your eyes narrow into slits, feeling the faint shift in the air of an incoming info dump. you ignore the way you want to hear what he has to say and take a sip of your coffee instead. you stall to torture him a bit, it's funny how he squirms.

“really,” you drag out, stroking your chin in exaggerated contemplation. you stare at him knowingly, he wants to continue but he's waiting for you to give him the green light. you laugh quietly, mood already improved, “go on.”

spencer visibly brightens, sitting up straighter and hands springing into action. “well, valentine's day has a really fascinating and somewhat convoluted history,” he starts, almost giddily. “the earliest accepted theory can be traced back to the roman festival of lupercalia, which was celebrated from february 13th to 15th. it was a fertility festival dedicated to faunus, the roman god of agriculture, and it included a ritual where men would sacrifice a goat and a dog, then use strips of the goat’s hide to whip women-”

“wait, they used goat skin to whip women?” you interject, eyes widening incredulously.

“yes! they willingly lined up for it too, believing it would make them more fertile,” he explains, far too animated considering the context, but it's okay. you like his enthusiasm. 

you grimace, “weird.”

“right. however, the day of love that we now recognise was brought by st. valentine, though which valentine is unclear—there were at least three martyred saints by that name. the most famous story involves a priest in third-century rome who defied emperor claudius ii's orders by secretly performing marriages for young soldiers,” he pauses to take a breath. you use it to bring your coffee back up to your lips, hiding your smile.

“claudius believed single men made better warriors, so he banned them from marrying,” he clarifies to which you nod. “when valentine was caught, he was executed on february 14th, which is why he’s the namesake of the holiday. some versions of the story even say that he sent a letter to his jailer's daughter signed ‘from your valentine’ which could be the origin of the modern tradition.”

“huh,” you pick your lip in thought, spencer hides the way his eyes dart down to them as you do it. “but that’s still an execution, how did it-”

the shrill tone of your ringtone interrupts you. “mhm, okay,” you respond when you pick up the phone. “we’ll be right there.” 

spencer stares at you expectantly, reaching over to grab your bag. he secures it over his shoulder and stands up. 

“it was jj,” you explain, stuffing the last bits of muffin into your mouth. “wi’ness ‘howed up.”

the food-muffled words make him chuckle and hold out a hand for you to get up. you let him pull you up with a dramatic huff, still holding his hand as you dust crumbs from your lap. you realise it a little too late and let go with a start, frown returning when you realise he isn’t going to let you carry your bag.

the walk back only took about five minutes before but this time's slower pace makes it a longer ordeal. comfortable silence brackets the two of you until it doesn’t when spencer speaks up.

“so, there's actually a lot more to the history of valentine's day. for instance, how the day became one of romance instead of, as you said, one that marked a martyrdom. we could, i don't know, discuss this properly over dinner. or drinks? or ice cream, i know that you like ice cream-”

filler words... he’s nervous. amid his rambling, he doesn't realise that you’ve stopped in your tracks. 

“-we can do whatever you want, i don't mind.” when he looks beside him and doesn't find you, he turns around. he can scarcely read the expression on your face, he usually can. this causes a little bout of concern to bubble up, “what is it?”

“are you asking me out?” your question is immediate, blunt, as a confused crease forms between your eyebrows.

well shit, he was. his lips part as he processes what he just said, he looks a little like a deer in headlights the way he stares back at you. was that too much? are you mad? did you want him to ask you out? what if you say no? he should say something. what if he messes everything up? he can’t-

“spencer,” his name rings out softly, pulling him from his spiral. 

his eyes snap to yours, searching, desperate to read between the lines, to piece together what you’re thinking like he always does—except this time, he can’t. he squeezes his eyes shut before opening them again, “yes.”

he swallows hard and adds, “on a date.”

“i got that,” you murmur, stepping closer to him, and closing the distance that he unintentionally left.

his head dips, voice small. “i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

your head tilts slightly, studying him. “you didn’t.”

the reassurance eases him a little but not enough as the anxiety claws at him while he waits for your answer. your phone sounds again from your pocket, this time a text from morgan. you quickly type out a response–got lost, be there in 2. it's a pathetic excuse, if you focused, the station was in your direct eye line. but you needed to say something. 

“okay.”

he can't help the sign of relief that slips out of him, you giggle at the sound. when he looks at you again, he's unmeasurably happy to see your poorly concealed smile, breaking out in his own matching one. 

“yeah?” he asks sheepishly.

you nod, chewing your bottom lip, “yeah.”

your eyes squint at the corners, a side effect of the same grin that those sappy couples had been sporting, the same one that you’d been complaining about a little while ago. it makes you want to kick yourself, so you do the next best thing. you take hold of spencer's hand and drag yourself back to the pd. spencer shuffles somewhat behind you, trying to keep up with your stride. it doesn't take him long with those long legs of his.

his thumb strokes your knuckles gently–deliberately, you feel–but he pretends it's an unconscious action with the way his eyes are trained ahead. it makes you roll your eyes. when you near, you reluctantly let go of each other, the moment being the last time the two of you are alone for the rest of the day.

-

the team ends up solving the case a few hours later, taking the jet home where a valentines day baking spread is set up in the briefing room. all set up by the resident tech savvy. penelope tells you later that it took a whole week of convincing on her part, insisting that it would be quick and she’d clean up, and that everyone would get home to their own valentine's day plans in no time. 

there are a few heart-shaped helium balloons floating in the corners, and pink streamers in easy to reach places. the room is drastically more inviting, maybe the tones of fuschia and bubblegum have something to do with that. a cake and a bowl of suspiciously dyed punch reside on the table, along with pink plates and cups.

“penelope,” you gasp when you see them.

perfectly curated baskets of chocolate and cookies and associated items for everyone. you pick up the one with your name on it and inside you find: a candle, your favourite candy tied together with a little bow and a letter signed ‘happy valentines day, sweetheart. love, penny xx’. 

oh my god, you could kiss her. 

“it's like christmas,” emily muses from the other end of the table. you hear jj mutter something in agreement. you peek over at spencer, it's probably the hundredth time that you've snuck a glance his way. his eyes were already on you every other time, only now they were accompanied by a pair of red heart-shaped glasses, the clear plastic lenses offering a perfect view of his hazel orbs. the picture makes you laugh to yourself, you can barely hear it echoing from his end. 

-

about 30 minutes later, only the stragglers are left. in better words, the single people. the individuals with partners having rushed off to their own respective plans. you're making small talk with another girl who worked around the office when you feel a light hand on your shoulder, spencer nodding his head toward the elevator to signal your leave. you politely wish her goodbye and walk out with him. 

“cute glasses,” you tease, bumping his shoulder with yours, though the height difference makes it so you're nudging his upper arm. 

“yeah? i might get the lenses medicated, switch them out for my regular ones,” he jokes, his elbow nudging yours gently as he pushes the bridge of the glasses up the slope of his nose instinctively. 

“good idea,” you nod.

“you think?”

“mhm.” 

once again, he beats you to your bag, swiping it from your chair and carrying it along with his own. you meekly toy with the hem of your shirt as the two of you walk to the elevator. 

“so, bummer that neither of us have plans today. it’s so early,” you say, being blatantly obvious with what you're suggesting.

spencer only offers you an indifferent “yeah, bummer” in response, walking in when the doors slide open. when you look at him though, he's anything but indifferent, the corner of his lip pulling up in a crooked smile, irritatingly smug. you don't know where he gets off on being so at ease but the expression on his face makes you scowl as you follow him in. 

he is silent the whole ride down. you become increasingly annoyed, only faltering slightly when his hand reaches down to hold yours. his fingers thread between yours and you not-so subtly curl yours over his, ignoring the way he looks down at you. 

you try not to smile at the domestic picture of the two of you walking out hand in hand. thankfully the basement is empty. he pauses between your cars and mutters a quick “see you monday” before loosening his fingers and turning to walk away.

“spencer,” you groan, almost a whine as you squeeze his hand before he can let go.

he responds immediately, without missing a beat, “yes, angel.”

fuck.

you want to melt but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. “would you like to do something tonight?” you grit out begrudgingly.

“i would love to,” he agrees, pulling you closer with your hand. your gaze darts to the two bag straps on his shoulder and you realise he had no intention of letting you go just like that. so you shove him, a little hard that he stumbles a bit. he huffs a laugh and you shake your head dismissively. 

he slowly, tentatively, dips down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. your eyes flutter shut at the contact. 

“how does thai food sound?” he asks, that same bashfulness creeping into his voice that you love so dearly. 

“sounds perfect.”

you share another sweet smile that would probably make you gag from an outside perspective but now it just makes you feel dizzy. he leads you back to his car, muttering something about how he’ll pick yours up tomorrow morning. you want to argue with him but that same dizzy feeling stops you.

you can't help the dreamy sigh that slips out when he connects your hands again over the centre console. thank god for st. valentine, you think.

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[shomatoriashi]

02/09/25; 09:40pm

sylus x fem.reader

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @daturasflower | @madam8

warnings: mentions of nausea and vomiting.

you let out a sharp gasp of pain, feeling a dull ache forming against your temples as you struggled to keep your nausea at bay.

this had to be a migraine, one that was potent enough to make your stomach turn sour as your brain was felt pounding against the confines of your skull. your boyfriend had left momentarily to grab the groceries that had been delivered to your shared home-

leaving you feeling dizzy and alone as you braced yourself against the onyx counters. your vision had gone hazy, casting what looked like spider webs across your line of sight, your steps uneven when you attempt to walk into a nearby restroom.

you became dimly aware of heavy steps and a grunt of your name, a powerful pair of arms wrapped around your form to help with your balance. “sweetie, what’s wrong?”

you swallow thickly, struggling to get the words out, “sick… bathroom, now!”

needing no further urging from you, sylus picks up your form with ease, taking quick strides towards your master bedroom as he helped you brace yourself over the toilet. you hid your face, your dry heaves echoing throughout the area as you felt the contents of your lunch come out of you. along with the horrible sensation of puking your guts out, the intensity of your headache seemed to grow by a tenfold, leaving you drained and miserable by the end of it all.

sylus flushed the toilet, wiping at your face with a damp and warm handkerchief. he wipes at the corner of your mouth with concern shining within his rufescent eyes. “what happened? we ate the same meal for lunch-“

“migraine… it came suddenly.” you admit to him with a gasp, practically clinging to sylus’s broad chest when he carries you out of the bathroom and into your shared room.

“i told you that you needed to stop staying up so late, waiting for me. that migraine must have been triggered by your lack of sleep.” sylus gently scolds you, and you could only bring yourself to let out a soft whimper in response. clinging to the front of his shirt, you rest the side of your cheek against his chest, allowing sylus to settle you on top of the bed.

placing the comforter over your form, sylus disappears momentarily before coming back into the room with some medication and a cold bottle of water in hand. he takes out two white tablets and hands them to you, “take this. it should help with easing your pain.”

you nod, praying that your vision would return to normal soon when you place the tablets within your mouth. taking the bottle of water, you uncap it and drink as much as you could handle, making sure that you had swallowed the tablets.

a few minutes later, the webs finally dissipate from your vision while dimming down the harsh intensity of your migraine to a tiny simmer. your mind was clearer now, and you were able to see sylus’s smug face smirking down at you.

“hm, what’s got you grinning like that?” you ask while giving his chest a poke with your fingertip. he simply shakes his head, letting out a rich chuckle while grabbing a hold of your hand to place a kiss at the back of them. “nothing, sweetie, it’s just… i find it nice to see you depending so much on me. i could honestly get used to it.”

you roll your eyes at him, feigning annoyance while at the same time gripping his wrist. you pull him into the bed, and despite how laughable it was to think that you could ever overpower sylus-

he falls into the plush mattress with you, already taking you within his arms while rolling back into bed. feeling the sensation of his sweet kisses against your hair, you visibly relax while clinging to him. no words were spoken, yet you could feel the depths of his devotion for you through his actions alone.

perhaps you could get used to relying on him as well ♡

end notes: hhhhh i wanted to write and post something cute for valentine’s day for all the lads men, but i have a bad headache, so have some fluff with my favorite husband instead 😖

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[madmeks]

Return of the Ork

Pairings: Titus x Mira

Author's note: 18+ Takes place about a month after Reunion. Had a lot of fun writing the orks in this fic. Thanks to @74rn for the name 'Rukkblasta' for the Weirdboy

Warnings: Sexual content. Voyeurism. Unprotected sex. Oral sex.

Description: Mira helps Titus work out some frustration as an old foe plots a return.

Tagging: @beckyninja @yanagikou @flunkyofmalcador @finchly-tintinnabulation @kit-williams @justanothermemestrider @theemeraldwings @wormiusdebilius @74rn @severalpossiblemusiks @vspin @blukitty40k @nereidof40k @katesfoxhole If anyone would like to be tagged in future fics, please let me know :)

If you're interested in reading any of my earlier fics, check out my pinned post.

“Ough...haaa. Boss...dis feels weird.”

A hulking figure straightened from the screens, pistons in the joints of their blue mega-armor squealing for want of enough squig oil. They turned to look at the ork strapped to the chair, who was twitching as the cables plugged into their skull hummed and sparked intermittently.

“Yea. You’s a Weirdboy, ya git. Should be usedta it by now.”

“Oh, right.”

The big mek known as Da Scraplord nodded in satisfaction as they turned back to the arcane contraption before them. The console was a mishmash of rusted panels, dials, and levers. The back of the console was wired to a rumbling generator glowing with green light. The generator in turn had cables plugged into the nearby Weirdboy. Occasionally they’d direct one of their scurrying grot assistants to manipulate a control in response to some readout or other on the screen.

A clang echoed from the entrance to Da Scraplord’s chamber as a new figured hauled itself into the room.

“It ready yet?” the figure croaked.

The voice was low and guttural, with a hint of mechanical feedback where artificial parts had replaced ruined portions of its owners voicebox. The figure stepped into the light emanating from the generator. Most of its body was artificial. A squat, thick articulated approximation of a spinal column balanced on two thick legs that stomped into the chamber. One arm ended in a three-pronged power klaw, and heavy armor plating curved up and around the being’s head. A metal skullcap with two glowing mechanical eyes covered most of the head, the fanged lower jaw the only visible organic portion of the being.

Da Scraplord nodded at the hulking Cybork. “Just about. I gots Rukkblasta wired up and all da gubbinz kally-brated. Just buildin’ up to full power now. You tell Rukkblasta what yer lookin’ for and we’ll find it sure as squigshit.”

The Cybork growled at the colorful metaphor as they stomped over to the Weirdboy. They leaned down into the smaller ork’s face, curls of dirty vapor wheezing out of the miniature exhaust pipe stuck to the side of their skull.

“Right...listen up. Yer looking for a beakie. He was da one bossin’ up all dem Ultramehreens on Graia before da Spiky boyz showed up…”

The Cybork kept feeding bits of information to Rukkblasta as Da Scraplord nursed device up to full power. The green glow intensified as the generator began to shake and rock on its mounts. Finally, the mek nodded in satisfaction.

“We’re ready. You got it, Rukkblasta?”

The Weirdboy nodded shakily as the excess energy bled into their head from the generator. “Yea, I reckon so, Boss.”

“Right. Den ‘ere we go,” said the mek, grabbing a large lever in their power klaw and hauling it downward. Immediately, Rukkblasta tensed up in their chair as the full power of the mek’s device funneled into their skull. The hum in the chamber changed to a high whine that built and built and built. Around the Weirdboy’s chair, circuit boxes shorted out and ruptured in showers of sparks.

Abruptly, the whine fell in pitch and changed to a steady, even hum. Rukkblasta slumped back in their chair, eyes staring off into space.

“I think I gots it,” they said, wisps of smoke escaping from their mouth as they spoke. “Try and have a look.”

Da Scraplord, their attendant grots, and the massive Cybork all huddled around the viewscreen built into the console as an imaged flickered to life.

“Dat your beakie?” Da Scraplord asked.

Two figures were on the screen, laying on a bed in a darkened room.

“Dat ain’t no beakie,” said one of the grots. “Where’s his armor at?”

The Cybork cuffed the grot about the ear just as another spoke up.

“Lookit, Boss! ‘E must got bit by a Stinger Squig or sumfing. See e’s all swoled up between his legs there?”

Da Scraplord frowned at the screen. “Nah nah nah, ya gits. See dat uvver humie getting on top of him? I fink dis is some’o dat ‘Seggs-shool Intercourse’ dat humies do.”

“Does it help wiv squig bites, Boss?” the grot asked, earning their own smack on the ear.

“Dat’s him,” the Cybork growled, interrupting the exchange. The others turned to them as they stared at the screen. “Dat’s my Space Mehreen.”

***

Mira threw her head back with a moan, her pussy tightly wrapped around Titus’ thrusting shaft as she came. They were on the bed in her quarters in the governor’s complex of Andrin Prime, his armor stacked by the door and her uniform strewn on the floor in a trail that led to the bed. He was caressing her breasts as she bounced on top of him, grunting in time with her moans as he continued to drive up into her.

She kept riding him as she came down from her orgasm, hands braced on his chest for balance, feeling the way her fingers sank into the flesh of his pecs before meeting hard muscle beneath. She stared down at him through glazed eyes as his hips pumped against hers, her tits bouncing in his hands.

The situation on Andrin Prime had been frustrating for them both. The Votann troops kept to the rocky highlands where the Imperial Guard tanks had difficulty maneuvering, and launched attack after attack against the infantry sent ahead of the armour. Knowing they were outmatched by the Ultramarines supporting the Guard, they kept themselves spread out in loose groups, and their command hidden somewhere deep withing the twisting mines they’d dug out of the mountains. Without a single point to focus on, the Astartes found themselves wasted in small actions where they achieved tactical victories without gaining any strategic advantage.

All the Ultramarines had been frustrated, but Titus especially had been having a hard time of it. Unable to loose his aggression in a stand-up fight with the abhumans, he often prowled the command complex, snapping at space marine and baseline soldiers alike.

Mira knew Titus was off his chem-geld drugs, and sensed he needed release in one form or another. Unable to offer him a suitably strategically valuable target for his squad to take on, she’d dragged him back to her quarters the moment she was off duty to offer a different form of relief.

She felt his muscles stiffen up beneath her fingers, his hands on her breasts tightening, and through her pleasure knew he was about to unload inside her.

She lifted off him, mewling at the sudden emptiness inside her as she slide down his body to grab his cock in her hand. She lowered her mouth onto his cock, his body jerking as she closed her lips around the head.

She had made it just in time. She’d barely gotten her mouth on him before he moaned, his body going rigid. He reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair as his cock throbbed between her lips. He jerked hard in her mouth, his seed spurting freely from the head of his cock to pool on her tongue. She kept sucking until she couldn’t hold any more of it, and then lifted her head to pump him with her hand.

His cum continued to spurt in starts, running from his tip down onto her hand. It crackled as she stroked him, her hand gradually moving slower and slower until he relaxed and she let go of him.

“Seems like you needed that,” she teased, moving up on the bed to lay beside him, her hand resting on his chest as it rose and fell. A smear of his cum was left on his chest from her hand but he didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s so damned frustrating,” he muttered, after a time. “The Votann know ten of their warriors are no match for even one Ultramarine. Hiding away in their mines like cowards is the only reason this war isn’t over already. If we had even a single lead on where their commanders are cowering, my brothers and I would purge the whole lot in less than an hour.”

She let him go on, knowing he needed an outlet for his frustration and content to provide one.

“Do you...regret stopping your chem-geld?” she asked after a while, interrupting him. He twisted to look at her, reading the nervous expression on her face.

“No, Mira,” he said. “Being with you...this arrangement of ours...it gives me something I do not think I could find even if I stayed on the treatment. It’s a feeling I haven’t had before, even with my fellow Astartes.”

Mira slid her body down against his, letting her hand drift between his legs to lightly run her fingers along his length. She smiled as she heard his sudden sharp intake of breath.

“You like our arrangement?” she asked, beginning to stroke his shaft as it thickened to fill her hand.

“Mmm...yes,” he breathed as her hand ran up and down the length of his cock. “And it helps that I like you, Mira.”

She met his eyes and held his gaze as she slid back between his legs. She began to run her tongue up and down his shaft, her hand moving to cup his balls.

“I like you too,” she breathed, before taking him back into her mouth. Titus groaned as her head began bobbing up and down on him.

***

The image on the screen wavered and began to skip, and the steady tone of the generator fell in pitch as the view of the space marine and the other humie fell to static.

The Cybork shoved Da Scraplord with their metal fist.

“Get it back!”

The mek began to swipe at switches and buttons on the console before a stuttering yell drew the attention of everyone in the chamber, ork and grot alike.

“Eeeeeaaaaaargggghhhh!” Rukkblasta exclaimed, smoke pouring from their mouth and ears, every muscle taut. With a sudden groan the generator failed, the green glow fading. The Weirdboy slumped forward against the straps keeping them tied to the chair, the cables leading to their head sparking frequently. After a moment of stillness, Rukkblasta’s head burst apart, bits of their skull clattering against the deck. A few seconds later, bright blue flames licked up from the stump of their neck.

“Hmm,” mused Da Scraplord. “Dat might be an issue.”

The Cybork kicked out with a metal foot, sending one of Da Scraplord’s grots flying. They turned back to face the mek, mismatched mechanical eyes glowing.

“Did ya find out where dey are?” he growled.

The mek flicked a few switches on the console, staring curiously at the glyphs that flashed on the screen.

“Oh yea. Good fix. It’s one o’ dem planets da stuntiez been goin’ after.”

The Cybork nodded, then began stomping out of the chamber, feet clanging against the deck as they started to bellow orders at the boyz waiting eagerly in the corridor outside.

“We iz settin’ a new course! Get everybody ready for a good krumpin!” they hollered as they headed for the bridge. The mechanical portions of their jaw ground against the organic parts in a bizarre approximation of a smile as they barked a laugh.

“Warboss Grimskull is comin’ for ya, Space Mehreen.”

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[green-square-anon]

(I saw this, went "how the fuck did I miss this" and got very excited someone asked for reasons you shall see below in the next paragraph had a bunch of idea, did some stuff, had a bunch of cool ideas, wrote the first paragraph of this, then took a hot bath and had a bunch of really cool and in depth ideas of how to explain this while in it, so now it's time to see how much of the shit I wanted to say that i actually remember).

Decided to make the links blue for visibility, I should have gotten all of them if not sorry.

She does actually, so does the son. Diana and Mirian Curze respectively. But their names might be changed. "Mirian" was no joke based on some "Mirian" and "mink" and a mink theme I mentioned here (<- central post to the lore btw, check out the farm au tag) that was since completely abandoned (everything else in that post is still canon) but he's been mentally named "Miran" in my head so long it stuck and I have thought of some others but they never clicked, even if I kinda hate it. That's why he's currently tagged as "the curzeling" because I have no idea wtf to refer to him as. And "Diana" is up there with "Rose" and "Maria" as cliche names for kind gentle characters female characters who tend to be dead moms or shadow the hedgehogs maria (No, Diana here does not die) alongside just not sounding very warhammery. Her maiden name is currently Diana Ignis but I can't decide if it's cringe. The reason I haven't talked more about them is that I am ironically the kind of person who hates ocs. As in, filter the original character tag out when searching on ao3 hates ocs. Though I tend to tolerate them sometimes. So it's a mixture of having cultivated an audience of x reader fans and the like, insecurity of while I know others do like OC content I wanted to create something that some hypothetical other person who thinks like me would have clicked on in the first place. Though I cope by telling myself I tend to tolerate them more when they fulfil some sort of function, eg, "what if this character met this kind of person" rather than just "canon character x oc" which tends to make me do a U-turn. and I sorta hope I would appeal to some other version of myself with that. You should also really check out the "core" tag on this blog if you haven't already as it deals with stuff that is "canon" to this narrative (Once I start posting about other ocs I'm not actually sure if they should share the tag too, maybe I should rename it then, oh well.)

Now before we progress further some meta knowledge is required: The farm post summer last year was sort of the genesis point of this au and actually it was really a now deleted response to that from a deleted blog where it started but this is the original ask. All of this stuff originated from hurt comfort and me initially rping stuff with chatbots then mentally adding way more lore onto it (hence the farm post) I actually have/had issues with Dianas characterization. I read a bit of the fic messages for dad (in which Konrad is paired with a woman named Julia) and I also have an oc for Dorns wife named Falke, (whose name also needs to be changed because "Falke" is a default name I use for myself as self insert characters and she grew a plot, but that's besides the point) and I straight up think messages for dad's Julia and my Dorn wife (of all people lol) were more interesting characters to pair Konrad with than the initial creation of Diana was (but she got better). This right here is ironically fanwork to the messages for dad fanfic but it perfectly describes why I love Julia as a wife for Konrad, and without spoiling too much my Dorn wife (who herself is in an "opposites attract" style relationship with Rogal) is someone with an anarchistic streak, immense curiosity and who is neither pro imperium nor pro chaos. Something which would sync really well with the nightlords (Konrad is canonically very curios. and Magnus and Perturabo are actually friends in canon and also bonded over curiosity). Both of these women are people who relate to Konrad "as a person" if it makes sense. His actual personality beyond just the insanity and trauma. Diana was a generic moeblob created to synergize with Konrard when he was broken (Oh the tragic irony that would be someone helping Konrad heal only for the man who came out on the other side be someone who they did not feel attracted to or someone who did not feel attracted to them. But that makes me sad so it won't happen here because I'm a sap. Diana and Konrad love each other forever in the au where they're together.). Genereic precious cinnamon roll generic ray of sunshine x edgelord. I am once again reminded of Shadow the hedgehog and Maria. So I am desperately trying to give her more personality and actually make her more compatible with Konrad long term without making her a Falke clone. I complained about this half a year to a year ago, I think it's improved. Though the cliche is still there.

Now moving on to the questions.

I'm gonna change the order a bit and start with the last one because I think the answer to it is the funniest.

- favorite places (planets and spots on Nostramo since I'd guess she is from there):

Nope. She's actually from Ultramar. Not Macragge itself but some random agri world in the Ultramar sector. Point is she lived a very comfortable and safe life. Upper middleclass. Spoiled sweet, not rotten.

- the relationship between her and the Night Lords:

None. She's scared of them since they would attack indiscriminately and Konrad protects her from them.

- more on her backstory and orgin:

Again see farm post and this whole ramble.

- their first meeting:

Won't be revealed here because it's planned to be revealed in an actually serious post / fic in list format similar to these two that will come out once I feel able to write properly. Though it will only be mentioned very briefly. Working title is "Justice", alt titles might be snowball or avalanche, but it will likely be called justice. Don't overhype it, it will probably be about half a page. But it will explore their relationship. I can spoil that it is after he is found by the Emperor but before he gets onboard Elvers ship.

- her interests and hobbies:

I mentioned before she used to rescue animals. Biggest sap you've ever seen. Brain slides out of her ass when she finds something cute. Mother hen instincts towards everything. All of these relate to getting with Konrad lmfao.

- her live outside of the Night Lords and curze:

Needs work actually. Unless the above is good characterization lol.

Besides supposedly looking frightning, Konrad Curze's pale complexion means that him blushing would be VERY visible.

He should be reminded of this, often.

[areyouscaredyet]

im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)

its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!

happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D

[icgaminglogs]

Hey folks!

I notice I now have two whole people following this blog! Hi guys!

Firstly, thanks for stopping by [and thanks to the folks who’ve liked my whole two posts so far but probably won’t see this. that’s fine tbh, I’m just happy people are seeing my writing ^^;]

Secondly, here’s the thing: I don’t really know how long the Gotham Knights storyline is, and I fully intend to actually finish it before I move on to restarting Skyrim or picking Mass Effect back up. On the other hand, there’s only so much activity I can maintain with just the one game. So I thought I’d offer an idea and see what people thought. Y'see, I also play two gacha games, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail. So what I thought I could do is go back through The Story So Far™ for both of them [largelyby reading dialogue transcripts/rewatching cutscenes] and attempt to write up my MC's thoughts on it quest by quest, then pick up with the real-time journaling as new storylines/content drops for either game. It'd keep this blog active and also help me remember what's already happened in-game [especially in Genshin; the one downside of MMOs is you can't go and re-play storylines like with old-school video games. HSR's gonna be just as difficult after a while, I'm betting, though I love them both].

So is that something folks might like to see? Sora's Story [Genshin] and Luka's Logbook[HSR]? [titles not confirmed >w>]

[scorchrend]

IMPORTANT, Please share and donate if you can! Reblogs very very appreciated.

$4,225/$135,000

This donation has barely been moving. I’ve talked to Farah and she’s told me the funding is slow.

Farah from Gaza and her family had their life turned upside down by the occupation. Their homes were destroyed, and her father’s shop— their only source of income, was bombed as well.

Farah was studying at Al-Azhar University, but that was bombed and destroyed as well. Farah, her brother, and her sister have all had their education cut short due to the occupation.

Every day, the situation gets more urgent— so let’s put our efforts into directly helping the evacuation of Farah and her family. Egyptian border fees cost about $7000 per person to leave Gaza, not counting the living expenses when they get there. So,

If you have the means, please give what you can.

[glassedplanets]

a few months ago giffy was like "haha hear me out, what if tattoo au" and then we blacked out and talked about nothing else for like three weeks

[idolkilling]

Editing this pic for the Nth time…  Xero Ouroboros Nikolas Flamel Shi Nocturne Jabberwock Lacrimosa etc the [redacted] that you are…

The original is from December 2023 (and will be backuploaded as such), but I edited it in May 2024 and then again now in September 2024 to add tendrils and some type…  mihlen helped me add some info on them in Korean so I could share the reference with a KR artist, and I thought it looked nice with the blurb so uploading as-is :D

[sapphic-agent]

Why does the ATLA subreddit act like they don't tear Katara apart on a daily just for breathing? If Sokka or Aang had said this no one would have bat an eye I hate it here

[oceanwithouthermoon]

remember how when saiki was crushing on satou and wanted to talk to him, instead of yk.. actually talking to him, he found out all of his interests and displayed his own interest in those things in front of him to try to get him to notice him??

yeah, now imagine him doing that when he has a crush on anyone else..

hes such a silly and awkward teenage boy i love it, like buddy you CAN just talk to your crush, you dont have to try to get him to "notice you.." but hes too silly and awkward so thats like the most he would ever do and would still probably think that that counts as flirting

im just... wondering about how saikis terrible silly flirting tactics would translate if his crush was on one of his FRIENDS.. like someone he could actually be around and would see and talk to him.. would he just like be trying to impress them ?? moving toward them more ?? adopting more of their mannerisms and interests maybe ??

imagine that like EVERYONE in the group would notice it, but it wouldn't be like "omg saiki is flirting" it would be more like "omg why is saiki being extra awkward and talking more" because hes so painfully unclear about his intentions but hes usually so quiet and unassuming that this would be such a stark contrast to his usual behavior...

[starlit1daydream]

i cannot in good faith say i ship either of them, but i think that ephona having a black crush on gamzee and gamzee having a pale crush on faebul is immensely important to both of their characters & their development.

both of these are one-sided. faebul is 200% aro-ace and i'm certain on that

[emperornero]

HELP ME FINALLY GET A BINDER + some money of my own

remaking my commissions post since the old one hasnt been getting any traction for over a month. i am a young adult who wants to have money i actually have control over. all the money i own is in my parents’ account and i cannot buy anything for myself without their permission. ive been meaning to buy a binder for over 5 years now but was always met with a no due to my parents being transphobic. i am currently using a not proper binder that hurts to wear and will most likely lead to rib damage but i had no other choice for all of this time but to use this one. now it can change. i am also planning on meeting with my girlfriend soon [something i also wasnt able to do without having my own money] during pyrkon 2023 but its my secondary goal.

ALL REBLOGS HELP. JUST ONE SHADED FULLBODY IS ENOUGH MONEY. you reblogging might be the reason why someone who will commission me sees this post !

for more art examples visit my artblog @quagquag

feel free to message me either here or on discord : nerooo#4066

[isobug]

Intersex Dyke flag

This is a personal reclamation flag I made for myself, combining the Carpenter Intersex flag with the Dyke flag by ari-the-demigod.

Made because a lot of the potential linguistic origins of "Dyke" tend to be connected to intersexism in some way.

( Especially as a shortened version of the H-slur, coming from "morphodyke"/"morphadike", and considering a slur which is a direct combination of both exists and is still used. )

You can refer to this flag/symbol under any reclaimed term, but if you don't feel comfortable reclaiming the H-slur ( understandable ) than you could also call it the "Interdyke flag".

Here's the symbol by itself with the plain flag ( no circle ) if you want to reposition it or put it in an icon or something.

Free for anyone who is Intersex and a Dyke in some way ( same rules as my Dykegender / Genderdyke post ), Perisex people do not be weird!

Taglist - @radiomogai, @intersexflags, @interarchive, @revenant-coining

[telebeast]

Hey guess what? I've got an Etsy store now! I'm starting off with just a few products, stuff I initially made to sell at a con, but as those sell I'm planning to sell even more fandom-related items like stickers, charms, prints, and hopefully pins and more in the future! Setting this up and manning it is how I'm earning my college internship credit, so if you could check it out it would be greatly appreciated :D

[robinfollies]

you’re really special, you’re so next-level! ❤️‍🔥🌈💫

burn pygmalion album art redraw featuring pandora and verity 🫶 the entire album is in my panderity playlist so!! twas inevitable, truly :3c