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dollyswishingwell · 16 days ago

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Hi!! I absolutely love your writing and your whole aesthetic. It's so pretty!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons about how you think the lads men would react with an s/o who loves to spoil them, like grabbing their checks and calling them cute/baby, patting their heads, cooking their favorite dishes and whatever more you can think about ^^

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Let me spoil you too

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ flufff this is the cutest idea ever i love it, bashful men (except raffy lol)

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ You take every opportunity to spoil them back.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

- LIVES to be spoiled. You cradle his face and call him cute? He melts in your lap like warm candy.

- “Again,” he purrs. “Call me baby again, pretty wife.”

- Raf will dramatically collapse into your arms when he’s “tired” and beg for kisses and pampering. The minute you start fussing over him, he becomes so obedient.

- He’s obsessed with your cooking. Won’t eat anyone else’s food. If he likes a dish, he demands it every other night “Your duck confit tasted like a kiss, darling.”

- He leaves post-its all over the kitchen: “For my sweet sugarplum. Make more creamy udon please 💜”

- Once you called him your precious husband and kissed his forehead and he actually cried, he did wait a longggg time to be your husband and not just your groom. “You spoil me too well, pearlie.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

- Zayne’s ears go red when you grab his face and call him “cute.” He’s quiet, but his gaze drops for a second, because he’s hiding how much that melts him.

- “That’s enough,” he mutters, but makes no move to stop you. If anything, he leans in slightly when you pat his head like a princess patting her guard dog.

- You pack his lunches in those sleek black bento boxes with compartments. Always his favorite, spicy tofu stir-fry or grilled salmon with pickled veggies. (without carrots ofc)

- He acts unbothered but always eats the heart-shaped rice balls first.

- Sometimes, when you’re fluffing his hair or doting on him, he’ll catch your wrist, kiss your palm, and say, “You spoil me too much, love.”

- But he never stops you. He’s secretly addicted to being doted on.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

- Xavier visibly glitches when you pat his head in public. Just freezes. Then stares at you like you just handed him the moon.

- “I… was not prepared for that level of affection,” he whispers.

- LOVES when you call him “baby,” especially in that sing-songy voice while you’re playing with his hair or sitting in his lap.

- If you spoon-feed him something you cooked, he’ll blush, lick your finger if you hold it too close, and mumble something about marrying you again.

- Sometimes he gets shy and tries to cover his face with a sleeve or bury it in your neck when you coo at him.

- Once you got him a plushie of himself with a little cape and blue eyes and he keeps it next to his pillow every single night.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

- “Calling me cute again, sweetheart?” He raises a brow, but he’s clearly delighted.

- Loves being called “baby” when it’s whispered right in his ear or said in a spoiled tone while you sit in his lap and stroke his hair.

- He teases you back, “How cute. You want to spoil the man who spoils you?”

- But when you run him a bath, cook his favorite rare steak, pour his wine, and kiss his cheek like a dutiful princess-wife, his smirk drops. He goes quiet for a moment. Like he’s trying not to ruin the moment with how much he loves you.

- If you ever pull his face down into your hands and kiss his forehead or cheeks, he lets you. Lets you own him like that. He lives for being yours.

- He’ll pretend to scoff if you surprise him with gifts, but he always uses them. And he keeps the handwritten notes you attach, hidden in his desk drawer.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

- Tries to act above it but secretly craves your affection like oxygen.

- When you cup his cheeks and say “you’re so cute when you’re brooding,” he’ll grab your wrist with a flushed scowl, “Don’t talk like that…”

- But he doesn’t let go. In fact, he ends up leaning into your touch.

- You cook him all his favorite childhood comfort foods, sweet tamagoyaki, creamy soup with soft tofu, crispy karaage.

- “Tch. You’re too soft with me,” he mutters, scarfing it all down with sparkling eyes.

- If you ever kiss his hand and call him “baby,” he just freezes up and blushes furiously. Then immediately picks you up and carries you to bed.

- He’s very quietly proud when you spoil him. Brags about you to everyone like, “My wife did that.” “She bought this for me.” “She made that.” He wears your love like a badge.

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astracora · 6 months ago

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Poly!LADs headcanons #2

Social Edition

Featuring main MC.

Masterlist

Social Media

Zayne uses his online profiles pretty much exclusively for work. He follows distinguished professionals, especially in cardiology to keep up with the industry and build connections. He also shares information and studies, because he's aware patients follow him or family of patients, about health and general ways to assist with recovery. Has reported a lot of articles though, for misinformation.

He only really has one personal account, which is not openly shared, he uses this one to keep up with the polycules updates (even though he finds himself tutting as Xavier posts about the 6th pot noodle he's eaten that day), and comments on as many as he can (absolutely has alerts set up for MC specifically). Has more than one caught Rafayel and Sylus (whose account is of course under Skye to alleviate stress), plotting some prank, and printed out a screenshot to question them.

It goes as well as you'd expect.

Rafayel does not separate his work from his personal. This man will post about anything and everything, you want art exhibit exclusive updates? Follow Thomas. With Raffy you'll get every little hyperfixation, all his personal updates, random things he finds pretty, the occasional fawning over his loved ones in all caps, and the occasional art related post (Thomas normally has to remind him.) He binged a 20 episode show once, and wouldn't stop talking about it for months. He also will rant about the environment and things people can do to do their part. If he loses followers he doesn't care. Once Xavier accidentally unfollowed him (because trying to type with one hand while half asleep is a disaster waiting to happen) and he sulked for a week.

Likes everything the polycule posts, except for Sylus. Sometimes he leaves his usual 'dumb crow' comment, but Sylus casually mentioned that it showed he still cared enough to read, and Raffy ignored his posts for two months after that in protest. (When it gets brought up, he still blushes.)

Xavier is only as active as he has to be. He doesn't really follow a lot of people, the polycule, Jeremiah, Nero, Tara, Simone, Andrew and Jenna. MC once asked why he didn't really follow anyone else, and he just shrugged, too much work, and went back to what he was doing. Will tag himself and the polycule in locations when they go out, he takes photos fairly often, but will normally forget to post them. Raffy made a comment about it being a good method to track the progression of time and remembering what you get up to, and he started posting more often after that. His updates are mundane things, day-to-day, nice things he's seen, and nothing too groundbreaking.

Sometimes he does go back through his account to look at stuff though, it normally reminds him he wants to print certain photos out though. Preferring to have physical copies of memories. (Nero absolutely runs a Lumiere account that Xavier does NOT follow, but Sylus and MC do because they think it's hilarious.)

Sylus' account is under Skye or whatever nickname he's been called that amuses him that week. (He once changed it to 'fish eating crow' and the argument between him and Rafayel was so loud, Zayne made a deal with Sylus to change it back.) He follows the entire polycule, as well as Tara, Luke and Kieran. He says he follows Luke and Kieran because they sometimes post what chaos they plan to get up to next, but he likes all the things they post, and occasionally comments. (Sometimes if it's particularly troublesome, he comments 'Come see me.', and they know they're in for a lecture.) His updates can be anything, they're even more eclectic than Rafayel on account of how much amuses him on a daily basis. He also posts an obscene amount of photos he's taken of the polycule.

Doesn't have a business account because he doesn't need it, his name is enough. Any information he gets about any shady n109 zone business is through other methods. He absolutely is the kind of person to save posts to show people because they made him think of them. So so many links, found when he has a particularly boring meeting. Was following Jenna, MC took his phone and made him unfollow Jenna.

MC has one account that follows everyone they personally know, plushie release updates, anything relevant to their interests (gaming magazines/film updates), and the occasional account that just posts pictures of animals. They go through entire periods of not posting or visiting their social media at all, and then intense fixation periods where they sit for an hour or two just liking and commenting. They share a lot of things to show the polycule, can be anything from a picture of a crow with a little hat (it's you Sy!), or a really beautiful photograph (for Raffy's inspiration). Number one fan for Simone and Tara specifically. They don't have alerts set up but they'll periodically just open profiles from the polycule to browse their pages.

Their pfp changes CONSTANTLY. It's not them, Sylus keeps changing it, with any new photo he sees. Sometimes its a cat with the most ridiculous face, other times its a snapshot Xavier's taken where they've been taken by surprise. Sometimes they notice straight away, other times they don't notice at all.

Talkative levels

Rafayel > Sylus > MC > Zayne > Xavier > Rafayel (if he hates you)

Rafayel, if he likes you, will talk for England. He can talk about anything, and fill any empty space. As long as you're listening or want him to keep going, he'll do so. While he's happy to sit in silence, he enjoys conversation, about any range of topics. He's a smart, knowledgeable man with a breadth of knowledge. History, Art, Politics and Environment are some top things he'll be able to engage in. Also just likes to talk shit.

If he doesn't like you, he will barely engage, unless he feels the need to add a threat (normally only important when he's protecting the people he loves).

Sylus can talk a lot, and he enjoys being engaged with on topics. He's well read, old enough to have a lot of worldly experience (though can sometimes feel lacking on emotional topics), and is very insightful as a person. Aboveall else, however… he loves listening. Can easily sit for hours just listening to a conversation, whether he's multi-tasking, or just sat. Doesn't matter if he understands the topic, doesn't matter if he has anything to add, but he will truly listen. It makes him happy to have things shared with him.

Xavier is about half and half on his conversation, he's naturally fairly lethargic and is happy for other people to fill quiet, or just sit in silence, or he can chat. Normally only for people he is close to, however. Is a very good listener, but also prone to asking the oddest questions. Is the type of person to ask the worm question, because he likes seeing what he gets in return. Is the quietest of the polycule though, easily just letting convos pass him by, or only chipping in with the occasional comment. The more upset he gets, the quieter he gets. Is, however, capable of dropping the most baffling comments or stirring the pot with gentle prods.

Zayne is reasonably talkative, and very verbose. He's obviously a smart man, but prefers the relaxation of his personal life to have some more of a childish or calm approach to his life. So unless it's needed, he doesn't want to talk about anything too complex in his day-to-day. Very jovial, even if his expression doesn't always match, and is happy to go toe to toe with topics or personality. Mirrors to some degree. Especially with MC. Has learned over time, how to be a little less formal with others, to help them relax.

MC goes through stages, they can be incredibly quiet for long periods of time, especially if they're post a rough mission, or having a rough day and overstimulated. Normally though once they get started on a topic of interest, comfortable with someone, or in a good mood, they can talk and talk and talk. They are more talkative through texts than they are in person, but it gets easier for them if they know the person. (The polycule get the bulk of it, along with Tara and Simone.)

Arguments?

Rafayel's version of arguments, as long as he is with people he cares about, is normally a process of going through the loud, irritated, sometimes yelling, until he reaches the ice cold, will say something to hurt you, in order to lash back when he feels uncomfortable or strong emotions.

He'll need one of two things to calm down, time to think and take space, or pulling back early enough that he realises he's hurting people. (MC is most successful with this, unless they're part of the argument.)

He clashes most with Zayne and Sylus. Sylus because the two are akin to cats and dogs, their arguments are very rarely serious, but they can get carried away, especially if Rafayel feels cornered. He clashes with Zayne because he doesn't take well to being told what to do in any form, even if it only comes from a place of concern. His arguments with Zayne have lessened a lot overtime, but his arguments with Sylus are still going strong.

It's possible he just enjoys sniping with the crow though.

Xavier doesn't really care enough to get into arguments, if he's bothered by something, it's jealousy above anything else. He'll get a stormcloud above his head, and it's the polycules job to help him clear it (or give him space to process it safely). His normal feelings of irritation come in the form of a pout, or a few grumbles, but if he sleeps it off, he's fine. So he tries not to really show his upset if he can, because it never lasts that long. King of bouncing back.

That said, he argues most with Zayne and MC. The arguments are rarely serious, Zayne's are normally about his bad eating habits, and come from a place of concern, but the way he shares them can often make Xavier feel like he's being belittled. His arguments with MC are about how he hides things, secrets, and doesn't share when he goes off fighting dangerous wanderers as Lumiere (or just as Xavier). These arguments are (seemingly) calm from Xavier's side, and fierce anger from MC. This can often result in them having to bench the conversation where they're talking past each other, and someone else will have to mediate.

Zayne tries to be cool as much as he can, he doesn't like raising his voice, he would rather not show anger, and he tries to approach people with a level tone. This doesn't always work, and sometimes he feels like an icy wasteland when he talks. Chilling and sarcastic. It can feel biting, and even if he doesn't want to exacerbate an argument, it can often have the opposite impact. (He sometimes also can't resist adding a dig, when he thinks someone is being extra foolish.)

He argues a lot with Rafayel and Xavier, and his arguments with Sylus fizzle out the most, because he has no interest in being a source of amusement for the man. His arguments always come from a place of concern. He wants people to take care of themselves, he worries about them, dislikes tending to wounds that are unnecessary.

When he argues, he needs either a mediator (MC if they're not involved in the argument, Sylus if he has to), or for the person he's arguing with to extend an olive branch. Is surprisingly stubborn about it (though it could also be because Raffy and Xavi both are not prone to just backing down on something.)

Sylus' form of argument can differ. The man can be either cool, and amused, enjoying his arguing partners emotional output in the same way someone would poke a wild animal to see what happens. Or he can be cold, deadly and dangerous. The latter very rarely comes out, it is only through extreme circumstances, or something he truly would not compromise on, that it happens. These situations make him scary, and can make him cruel. It does not come out with the polycule, and it is rare for even an enemy to get such a reaction. He deals with everything very calmly. (visibly at least). He does not raise his voice, but he will match someone barb for barb.

Argues mostly with MC and Rafayel. Though the second he gets a real display of pain or shock, especially out of MC, he'll realise it's serious and back up quickly. Until then, he enjoys verbally sparring. He only outwardly argues with someone without them starting it, when he is truly bothered by recklessness. If someone jumps in front of him to get hurt, if they do not listen when he tells them something. If he's not trusted in situations where he likely either knows best, or feels he does.

Will calm down quickly because it's never that serious, or will go away for a joyride to give himself some freedom to feel better, and then return to find another way forwards.

MC is fairly conflict averse, they have enough stress in their day to day that added strain often doesn't react well with their body. (Heart condition, general hunter lifestyle.). Arguments are often far calmer than when they are actually angry. Their anger manifests as a vicious serpent, and depending on the situation, it becomes sharp like a dagger, to stick under a scale and force it off. For arguments, they match energy normally. If the person they're arguing with is cold, they're cold back, (though it might not always last, as when they feel forced into a corner, they can get emotional against their will and overstimulated.), if the person yells, they'll yell back too.

They argue most with Xavier and Sylus. It is almost always about safety, about their injuries, about recklessness. They also argue over smaller things, like money being spent unnecessarily, Mephisto following them unnecessarily, if they're standing up for someone else but get carried away. To calm down, they have to leave the situation, and come back to communicate better. They will often do this with something written down to help them stay level headed and resolve a problem. They always want and give affection after.

#zayne #zayne x reader #rafayel #rafayel x reader #xavier #xavier x reader #sylus #sylus x reader #love and deepspace #lnds #lads #wonder writes #lads x reader #Zayne lads #rafayel lads #Xavier lads #Sylus lads #lads x mc #poly!lads

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kenjiyabuki · 17 days ago

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here's some thoughts about the OFDO fitting pics bc im incredibly bored:::::

Dean (Mix) & Jack (Earth)

in the pilot, Jack was dressed more serious and Dean was red flag couture and now it feels like they kinda swapped their styles. Dean is more serious, ready to rule the stage with his tartan tweed jacket, all put together. while Jack is giving like, someone who is exactly who thinks he is... and i think this makes more sense for their characters.

like yes, Dean is a siren but i think when we start the show he will find him at a very confident spot. he doesnt need flashy or revealing fits, he is confident in himself and believes he can get whatever he wants, whether it be the main role of a play or his ex.

and you will NEVER find me complaining about Earth in a baby tee... and i am so glad that they kept his very serious and important director glasses <3

Rome (Aou) & Raffy (Boom)

Rome's pink denim jacket is making me think he will be the loverboy he was promised to be in the pilot lol. and i am not mad about watching Aou simping after Boom again and again and again.

Jojo also called Rome a DJ. in the pilot Rome was a sax player which i thought was a bit random lol but according to my deep research, it was apparently chosen by Ohm as its his own personal interest. but i think Rome being a DJ now might make more sense in the theatre setting, he might be the sound designer for the show.

i like how Raffy's fit is very boyish and modern with his colorful stripes and Adidas Samba LTs. they highlight his immature and desperate attitude, in juxtoposition to Dean's classic and assured look as they will be both fighting for Jack's affections. Leng was twinking it uppp in the pilot, so i am excited to see Boom bring out the sass we all know he has in him.

Arnold (Joss) & Tua (Gawin)

tbh, Arnold's fit tells me that he will be exactly how i want to see Joss: a himbo who just can't read a room. his comfy pieces and fancy muscle shirt is giving exactly "dancer on his off day". i wonder if we might get a dance equivalent of a guitar scene lol.

some people were disappointed w Tua's fit and sending pics of more extravagant, accessorized outfits to the official X account lol. BUT i like how his fit is very put together and intentional, like you know this is a guy who plans his outfits the night before but it's not too loud. because Tua is not loud. he is shy enough to suffer through a crush on his bestie AND he is also a behind the scenes guy at this play. and a lot of famous designers actually dress very subdued!!!!!!!!

personally i am only disappointed by the lack of the colored buzzcut we were promised....

Timmy (Yacht) & Pete (Fluke) & Boston (Neo)

Timmy & Pete didnt exist in the pilot trailer or the director Ninew's secret Letterboxd lists, so they will be surprises for us. if i go by these distressed faces during workshop and those shiny silver jeans, i can confidently say that Timmy will be up to no good this season.

Pete seems the most demure out of everyone. will he be the voice of reason or fall under the OF tide anyway? excited to see what kinda character he will be. he was workshopping w AouBoom 👀 also Fluke looks cute w glasses on!!!

it seems like Boston's sexy sheer shirts and crochet tops are collecting dust on a dark corner of his wardrobe this season but i can see he still got his signature chain on. i wonder whose face it will dangle over this season🤭his style might have gotten a reformation but i don't believe Boston had one. i think he will still be as chaotic as the pattern of his shirt. a girl can hope, at least!

PS.: where are the side dish lesbians we were promised?????????

#only friends dream on #ofdo #earthmix #aouboom #jossgawin #ik people are wary about these fits but im chill. i like it and i trust the vision

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hpowellsmith · 5 months ago

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loving chapter 5 of honor bound so far! the slow burn options to be interested in an RO but not show it and still have the beginnings of a romance are great, thanks so much for adding them! just curious what's going on inside the ROs' heads in those cases (if it's not spoilery and you feel like sharing)! assuming the developing feelings are mutual, do the ROs think it's one-sided if the flirt options aren't taken? do they suspect something is going on but aren't willing to broach it if the MC won't act on anything? is it different depending on the RO?

Ahh thank you so much - I was really pleased to include those options for more shy or aloof MCs, or ones who just don't want to make the first move for whatever reason.

It depends on the character!

Denario assumes the PC has moved on, or if they didn't have a romance previously, that they never felt anything romantic.

Fiore doesn't assume the PC is interested in them; they hope it might be possible, but they don't want to get too excited about the idea. They would generally want to let the PC make the first move because they don't want to overstep anything.

Matia's opinion would probably vary depending on the PC's manner and, to an extent, their age. They'd assume a younger PC wouldn't be interested in them, for example.

Raffi would hope the PC was interested but would feel awkward about saying something if the PC hasn't - they're most comfortable with direct communication so they get a bit lost when that isn't there.

Savarel would just assume there isn't a romantic spark there, would set aside any crush-feelings, and continue being friendly with the PC.

Korzha would not really be thinking about it consciously much, and if it came up in their mind, would pretty neatly compartmentalise it.

#honor bound

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lostyesterday · 2 months ago

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Ranking Star Trek F/F ships that have over 100 fics on AO3 from favorite to least favorite:

B’Elanna/Seven: My OTP <3 <3 <3. The only ship I’ve written multiple fics for so far. I’m happy that they have a fair number of fics on AO3 but I still wish there were more.

Kira/Jadzia: I love them both and their dynamic is super interesting to explore. A relatively popular ship whose popularity is justified in my opinion, with a lot of potential depth I think is overlooked by many.

Jadzia/Lenara: I love Rejoined <3. Happy to see so many fics for them despite Lenara only appearing in one episode.

Burnham/Georgiou: I loved whatever was going on with them in canon and I find non-platonic readings of their relationship interesting. I liked them a lot during seasons 2 and 3 but have since moved on to caring more about other Discovery dynamics.

Janeway/Seven: I really enjoy their canon dynamic and find romantic readings of their relationship theoretically interesting, but a large portion of the fan content for them isn’t to my personal taste so I tend not to engage with it much.

Hoshi/T’Pol: I can make so much out of that one ridiculously sexually charged scene in season 1 and there are some fascinating parallels between them. My favorite Enterprise ship.

Detmer/Owosekun: They should have been canon (I don’t say that about very many ships). Love their scenes of meaningful eye contact.

Burnham/Rillak: Their canon dynamic was great and I love the tension between them. I’m impressed by how many fics have been written for what I assume is generally a rarepair.

Troi/Yar: Cute ship with potential for interesting depth even if that wasn’t explored in canon.

B’Elanna/Janeway: They definitely had chemistry in early Voyager especially, and I also weirdly enough like the idea of them having a relationship in the Endgame AU. Solid ship and I greatly respect people picking it over the other more popular alternatives.

Uhura/T’Pring: I admire the way we femslash shippers will get as much mileage as we can out of a single line. This is definitely a good ship conceptually, but their lack of canon interaction does lessen my interest a little.

La’an/Una: One of like three dynamics in SNW that I found at all memorable. I didn’t realize how popular this ship had gotten on AO3. Good for them!

Uhura/Chapel: I shipped them when I was more invested in TOS and there’s a bit of a nostalgia factor because I wrote some (unpublished) fic for them, but overall I now find this ship a little boring.

Burnham/Tilly: I generally really enjoy their relationship in canon (with a couple notable exceptions but I’m ignoring those). I tend to prefer interpreting their relationship as platonic, but I do get why others ship it.

Chapel/Ortegas: Sure, I guess. I don’t really care either way.

Crusher/Troi: Their dynamic has just never done anything for me, I’m so sorry.

Seven/Raffi: I have very mixed feelings about this ship and about Picard in general. They have some great scenes, but I can’t get past my complicated feelings so I mostly don’t think about them. A lot of the shippers are so cool and nice though!

Crusher/Janeway: I can see where people are coming from here but it’s just not for me.

Uhura/Gaila: I don’t care about AOS enough :(

Chapel/La’an: I’ll admit I don’t understand this one’s popularity at all.

#lane posts #i’m surprised and pleased that there are this many f/f ships with over a hundred fics #even if some of these ships aren’t to my taste i always support more femslash

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vivianbernadetteaurora · 1 year ago

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Can you Kim Kardashians, Virgo, Venus

So I wanted to extend my peace on Virgo, Venus, point in case Kim Kardashian and her idea that she is this forever Muse now let’s not lie here goes. Do you like to follow the trend and they know the train and they have to look good and they know how to just look smart and what looks Raffi They also I’ve noticed in real life, not many that close are very important to them whoever they are and whatever work of life they are in and they always gonna compliment you or say something about what you are wearing in a weird way, I think it’s because they always try for perfectionism and Virgo. You don’t need to do that you’re pretty much close to perfect anyway and it must be exhausting. I’ve got a Virgo mark so kind of get it but then It’s funny because Prince brought Kim k on stage at one of his concerts before he died, and then we all know about Kanye and rearranging her wardrobe, but I’m gonna do some post of her and Kylie and Travis and how they like to be part of a team, but we’ve came mate it could be more so can tourist in Venus doing this. Also they both got a Venus is very compatible actually the charts but there you go there’s some Virgo and Venus who show class dignity, but you can also give it edge .

#kim kardashain west #astro observations #astro placements #astro community #astrology #astro notes #astroblr #synastry #virgo venus #virgo vibes #virgo rising

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the-oracle-of-the-lost · 3 months ago

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i was tagged by @lostyesterday to share a favorite scene i've written and i feel like 'favorite scene' always rotates for me depending on what i've been thinking about lately but let's go with a scene (or rather two scenes since it's two halves of a conversation) from we pick ourselves undone. (under the cut because i included some excerpts and it's long)

in chapter one, Soji, still trying to grasp her own sense of identity, asks Seven if she felt more human or more Borg or more xB and we see Seven reflect on that question:

Seven longed for humanity, whatever that meant, more than she would admit to anyone else. It could be the pressure from the outside world, trying to fashion her into something familiar, smoothing out all those rough edges that never neatly fit in. Maybe Seven had been pushed into being a ‘them’ for so long that all she really wanted was to be an ‘us’. Or perhaps it really was just as simple as wanting to reclaim what had been stolen from her as a child, chasing some dream of a better life. “That’s a complicated question,” Seven decided. “That’s why I’m asking it.” Seven looked down at her hands and traced the edges of her metal fingertips. The Doctor was a good surgeon so the metal and skin were carefully fused together, painless for a long time now. If Seven looked closely then she could see tiny scars encircling the implant. You can cut away implants and regrow skin and apply dermal regenerators but a scar is a scar. But even scars change with time. They become irritated, fade, hurt with the weather. You hate them. You love them. You fear them. You want them to be something different, something more, something beautiful. And maybe she wasn’t thinking about scars anymore. Maybe some people are cut out of the world and stitched back in, alive but forever changing and changed, trying to reform a familiar pattern that never quite matches. A human is a human. A Borg is a Borg. Except in the scarred borderlands where people shove prefixes like ‘in-’ and ‘un-’ and ‘ex-’. Except for people like her, people like Soji too. “I don’t know,” was all Seven ended up saying because what would an android know about scars? “Why does it matter?” “Because I still remember a life I never had and a sister I’ve never met. I know it was fake, I can see the imperfections in my memory but… why is this life any more real? What if I still want to be human?”

when i first starting writing wpou, i wasn't really intending on publishing any of it – i had written a bit of (unpublished) Star Trek fanfic before but it was all little snippets of things that were destined for the eternal drafts. but when i rewatched the first season of Picard i just really wanted to explore Seven's character more because as with a lot of Picard – there were a lot of really great ideas brought up and characters created that never felt like they reached their full potential so i started writing a few isolated scenes set at the end of the first season. i knew i really wanted to have a conversation with Seven & Soji given their shared Issues (criminal that they literally never interact in the show proper...) and as soon as i wrote this bit, i was just really proud? i had written a few other things with Seven but this was the first moment where i felt like i fully understood her character and arc as well as the broader themes of (trans)humanism that Star Trek (and ST Picard in particular) likes to tackle. i knew that i had to expand all of Those Ideas it into a full character study, and then it evolved into a character study with her and Raffi, and now i've written 65k set in my the borderlands series.

but i also knew that at the end of wpou, i had to give an answer to Soji's questions about the realness of identity and i really hemmed and hawed over it because it's such a broad theme and i didn't know what i could say that hadn't been said a million times before (combined with the fact that generally Seven is a fairly closed off character). it took me a whole month until i finally found a good character-driven angle to approach it.

“Do you have an answer?” Soji’s demeanor was inquisitive, not desperate, as if she was trying to passively figure out some simple puzzle rather than piece together her identity. Maybe because of that, Seven wasn’t in the mood to lie or sugarcoat the truth. “No. Because I’ve spent twenty five years thinking about it and I’ll probably spend twenty five more.” Unexpectedly, Soji smiled. “I think you’re wrong. Everyone’s wrong about this.” “Really?” Seven fought to not roll her eyes. She was tired. She was tired of thinking about identity and truth and philosophy. Everyone was thinking about it wrong because there are no right answers and maybe that, more than anything, frustrated Seven. She loved concrete, material worries. Give her equations to solve or something to fight. Questions without answers felt too much like an unfixable problem and Seven could never escape her own programming enough for that. “People love binaries. This or that. Android or human. Us or them. But why? What’s the point? If you cross pollinate two orchid species, you don’t get one or the other, you don’t get something divided down the center, you get something new. And inside, it carries the genetic information from two species – a whole history of orchids, histories before there were orchids. It’s many things in one form.” Seven gritted her teeth. She knew about plurality, of course she did. It was what she was running from and what she longed for more than anything else. Every day she felt so achingly singular and was broken because of it. “An orchid is born a flower and it dies a flower. It doesn’t change. People do.” She had never seen a flower with scars. They die too easily. She had never seen a flower become unrecognizable to itself. They die too quickly. “They bloom, don’t they?”

while wpou is not centered around Soji (she's only in these two scenes) and i haven't really written for her elsewhere (yet, i do intend to write more for her one day), i was really proud of the way i was able to intermingle her own story and thoughts into a character study for other characters and start to break down these ideas of binary identities that Seven's always been forced to live with. and more than that, it's made me think about identity differently as well and my biggest goal when writing is always to challenge myself and make myself think in new ways and i certainly accomplished that with wpou in a few instances.

tagging uhhhh: @cousin-quartz-of-house-paradox @raffaelamusiker @presidentdisastraofgallifrey and anyone else who wants to!

#tag game #my fanfic #sort of #my posts

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raffaelamusiker · 11 months ago

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Raffi Musiker and Michael Burnham for the character ask

Thank you for the ask! From this ask game

Raffi!!

How I feel about this character

Oh gosh, I love her with everything I have. I love all of her good and her bad. I love that she is perfectly imperfect. She's one of the most realistic human characters I've ever seen. She is my baby and she deserves the whole universe and I love her SO MUCH. I relate to her a lot.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Well Seven, of course. I do also like thinking about pre-canon and her marraige and relationship with Jae. Honestly I'm quite open with shipping Raffi with people: B'Elanna, Emmy, Jadzia, a load of OCs ect. She just deserves to be loved by everyone. If Raffi wants to give everyone little kisses then she should be allowed!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Raffi and Rios are the top brOTP. Platonic soulmates to the max.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know if this is unpopular but I have seen a few comments about it: Raffi is not ooc in s3. Ignoring the abysmal 'offical' (thats putting it lightly) timeline between s2 & 3 that doesn't make sense, Raffi had been through a lot of trauma that was never addressed again in s2 (surprise surprise). Elnor died in her arms, she watched Seven get deathly injured and nearly die, she herself nearly died and her best friend stayed in the past. All of that and with what she was going through in the first half of s3 would change her, harden her, make her slip over the edge.

I do agree that the show never really knew exactly what to do with her and so we have 3 different angles of her, but its not ooc. Raffi has just been through so much trauma, especially between s1-3 and hasn't had the time to deal with it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

For her and Seven to officially stay together lmao. No, I loved how she found a friend and supporter in Worf, I love how she's by Seven's side on the Titan Enterprise, I just wish they'd done the family stuff a bit better you know? She deserved so much more than Jae suddenly believing everything she said just because Worf had leaked her medals and such, and not having listened to her himself. (Gabe is different). It just kinda sucked and she deserves better and to be believed and listened to.

Michaeeeel!!!

How I feel about this character

I love Michael a lot. I think she's one of the best captains, an amazing friend and someone who just wants to do the right thing. She knows her flaws and works on them. She's not afraid to emote, to feel, to love. The way she loves her friends so unapologetically <3 She's truly the best.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Michael and Book are cute, but there was this polyamory Disco post going around a while back which I loved too. Michael, just like Raffi is allowed to just kiss whoever she wants.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Michael and Saru's friendship always brings me to tears tbh. Also Michael and Tilly's friendship. I love them being best friends so much. The way they always just hug!! and Michael and Saru doing the head touch kills me every time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know, probably that she's one of the best captains?? I know it's usually just the trek bros who say shes a mary-sue or whatever, but I think she has one of the best character arcs and character growth on any ST show. I also loved that she got such a good, peaceful ending. It's what she deserves!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

That she got more time as captain. That Disco didn't have to end. I think she had so much more to give us and I miss her!!

#raines asks #anon ask #ask game #raffi musiker #michael burnham #star trek picard #star trek discovery

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sevenofninehouseofmusiker · 4 months ago

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Wait okay I’ve had a fantastic thought

Y’all remember when Spock had to hide being Vulcan they’d put him in a hat? Like a beanie or whatever?

And when Teal’c needed to blend in on Earth he pulled a bucket hat on really low over his forehead and called himself Murray?

Okay so it’s this, but Seven.

Just. Seven in a hat pretending to be human to blend in and saying that she’s just having a bad hair day or whatever, and also her name is something with as much comedic effect as Murray.

Zero brain cells. Raffi is probably next to her trying not to laugh.

Rios is maybe behind them saying her hat needs a feather in it, actually.

That’s all.

#seven of nine #raffi musiker #star trek picard #no because listen #it would be so funny #she would be stone faced while wearing the ugliest bucket hat and the loudest Hawaiian shirt you’ve ever seen #Raffi thinks it’s adorable #she’s also running interference so Seven doesn’t have to talk to anyone #Rios is probably wearing a matching or similar outfit out of solidarity #he only looks slightly less ridiculous #but his confidence carries it #saffi #star trek headcanon

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dollyswishingwell · 24 days ago

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ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Jealous boy

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, petty men, slightly yandere, they’re jealous and also disgusted ahaha.

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ The galas are always in your honour. it’s just not fun for the boys to watch people’s sad attempts of hitting on his wife

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The gala is shimmering. Crystal chandeliers drip like icicles, the air is thick with perfumes you don’t recognize and people you don’t care to know. But you’re not just attending, you’re the event. Every eye catches on the delicate glint of your jewels, the soft sway of your gown, the effortless grace in the way you curl your fingers around your champagne glass. And beside you, in his perfectly disheveled way, stands Rafayel.

He’s in a white silk shirt with three buttons undone, scandalously so, and loosely tailored black pants that somehow look regal in the careless way they fall around his hips. One hand casually holds a fluted glass, the other remains around your waist like it’s grown there. Possessive. Restless. Lazy in posture, but coiled beneath the surface.

People try to make conversation. Most don’t make it past you’re even more stunning in person. But the moment someone dares lean a little too close, laughing a little too long at a joke that wasn’t funny, Rafayel’s whole demeanor shifts.

He lets out a small, audible sigh. “Mm. Can you not?” he says, not even bothering to fake politeness. The person stutters, confused.

“I mean, really,” he adds, gesturing vaguely with his glass. “Whatever this is—” he waves a hand between the guest and you, “—it’s dead. Ashes. Rotting. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

You feel the pressure of his fingers tighten at your waist. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind everyone that you’re his.

“I know she’s pretty,” Rafayel hums, eyes half-lidded as he lowers his voice to whisper against your ear, “but they’re not supposed to look at you like that, cutie. They don’t get to want what they can’t even understand.”

When another guest attempts to praise your beauty, earnestly, nervously, Rafayel doesn’t even blink. “She knows,” he says flatly, expression dull with boredom. “She hears it from me every morning when she wakes up tangled in my sheets and kisses. So unless you’re offering something useful…” he lets the sentence trail, eyeing them with thinly veiled disgust, “…walk away. Before I decide I don’t like your face anymore.”

Later, when you’re alone on the balcony, the night cool against your skin, he nestles close behind you, arms winding around your waist, lips brushing along your shoulder.

“You looked perfect tonight,” he murmurs, voice languid and low. “But I hated sharing you.” A pause, then a pout against your skin. “Next time… can we just stay home? I’ll put glitter on your lashes and cook lobster and we’ll dance in the living room. No one staring. No one breathing your air.”

And when you laugh, because only he would think glitter and lobster are a romantic evening, he smiles against your neck. “You’re the one that themed the exhibition gala after me. You should blame yourself, Raffy.”

“Maybe but can we admit I’m much better company than anyone in there.”

And honestly? He’s right.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

The gala is a grand affair, silver, sterile elegance dressed up with crystal centerpieces and champagne towers. The elite of Linkon City’s medical world fill the ballroom like cold stars, orbiting around a single spotlight: Zayne. Or rather, the medical breakthrough bearing your name.

The newly-documented cardiac technique, The Everly Procedure, is the subject of tonight’s acclaim. A complex maneuver with a high success rate. Revolutionary. Elegant. And named after you, his wife. The press loves the romance of it, the dedication in the name. What they don’t know is that the real reason he did it wasn’t for the spotlight, or even the award, but because you were the reason he ever picked up a scalpel in the first place.

Zayne stands beside you, towering and sharp in a tailored charcoal three-piece suit, his coat brushing behind him like a shadow. His silver-framed glasses catch the chandelier light as he surveys the room, jaw set in that calm, unreadable expression. To most, he looks untouchable. Reserved. Stoic.

To you, he’s just slightly irritated.

He doesn’t need to say it. You feel it in the way his gloved hand rests at the small of your back, too light to be obvious, too firm to be mistaken. The quiet message is clear: Stay close.

The compliments come anyway.

“Dr. Zayne, your wife is… stunning tonight.”

“How did a man like you manage that?”

“You’re not hiding her from the rest of us, are you?”

You feel Zayne’s fingers twitch slightly against your back.

“I named a surgical technique after her,” he says flatly, hazel green eyes glancing at the guest like he’s diagnosing a malignant tumor. “You think I’m letting her go home with someone who can’t even hold a scalpel properly?”

It’s not exactly rude, but it lands like a knife. The laughter that follows is nervous, but no one lingers too long.

Another young doctor, a bit too bold, a bit too charming, leans in toward you, attempting some half-baked line about being your “next appointment.”

Zayne exhales through his nose and shifts his glasses up the bridge. “Flirting with a surgeon’s wife at his own gala,” he says, voice dry. “A bold strategy. I’d recommend a cardiology consult while you still have a heartbeat.”

Later, as you’re tucked into his side near the veranda, Zayne lets his expression soften just enough for you to catch it. His eyes sweep your profile, your gown, your hair, the soft glow on your skin under the moonlight.

“You really are the reason they’re all here,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

You smirk. “Because of the heart surgery or because I look good in this color?”

His gaze drops to your mouth, his gloved thumb brushing a nonexistent smudge off your chin.

“Both. But mostly the second one.”

You laugh, and he allows himself the smallest smile before leaning down, lips brushing just behind your ear.

“I don’t like being stared at,” he says quietly, “but when it’s you they’re looking at… I find it worse.”

Then, after a pause, drier: “I should’ve made it a private gala. Just me, you, and a dinner tray at home.”

And honestly, after tonight? That sounds perfect.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

The DSHA gala is an expensive affair, sleek, futuristic, and humming with subtle tension under layers of shimmering formality. The air is laced with expensive perfumes and barely-sheathed ambition, as the highest-ranked hunters gather beneath the vaulted starlight dome.

But none of them glow like you.

You’re Xavier’s wife, and everyone knows it. Dressed in radiant silks, eyes lined with shimmer, you’re more than just beautiful, you’re ethereal. The kind of untouchable that makes people stare too long, even when they know better.

And beside you, quiet and unreadable as always, stands Xavier. In his white high-collared uniform, he’s a phantom in gold and black, ornate gloves resting at his sides, expression neutral, boots silent against the floor. Despite the honors being handed out tonight, he’s not here for the recognition. He’s here for you. You, who made him wear a tie. You, who brushed snow from his shoulder and told him he looked “too pretty to pretend you’re scary.” You, who keep him grounded in a world that never made sense to him.

He stands a step behind you at first, silent, comfortable in the shadow you cast, but the moment someone steps too close, lingers too long, offers you a drink with a wink or a compliment dipped in charm?

His eyes open just slightly wider.

“…She doesn’t drink,” he murmurs without inflection, intercepting the glass and handing it to a passing server without looking.

The hunter offering it falters. “Oh—my mistake. You must be her bodyguard?”

Xavier blinks. Slowly. “Husband,” he corrects, voice soft, tone dry. “And now you’re annoying.”

It’s not threatening. It’s just true.

Another dares to flirt. A higher-ranked officer you vaguely remember from a mission debriefing. He compliments your dress. Your voice. The way you walked in.

And Xavier, standing silently beside you, simply tilts his head and asks flatly:

“Are you always like this when you’re about to die?”

The man laughs, nervously, not sure if it’s a joke. It isn’t.

You feel Xavier’s gloved hand slip into yours then, firm and grounding. The calm doesn’t leave his face, but the possessiveness radiates from him now, still waters with a trench underneath.

When he finally guides you away from the crowd and into the cool night air of the upper observatory deck, the stars reflected in his pale hair, he speaks softly beside your ear.

“You were the most dangerous thing in that room,” he says with no hint of teasing.

You smirk. “Dangerous?”

“Mm. Everyone wanted you,” he hums, leaning close, his breath brushing your temple. “But they don’t understand how quickly I would end them if they touched you.”

You laugh, fingers tightening in his. He doesn’t smile, but his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“I don’t know how to be jealous,” he says plainly. “But I can be… efficient.”

Then, quietly, almost like a confession:

“I fell asleep during the ceremony. But I was awake for all the parts where you smiled.”

And truly, in a room full of stars, you only ever needed one.

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

The ballroom is decadent. Crimson lighting ripples across onyx marble floors, chandeliers shaped like bleeding roses hang from above, and soft orchestral music swells beneath the hum of high-level deals and calculated flattery.

It’s your birthday.

Correction, Sylus’ celebration of your birthday. Which is to say: excessive, curated, and crawling with powerful people who all claim to be here for the toast, but are really just here to catch a glimpse of the woman who keeps Sylus of the Red Brooch entertained enough to host something this public.

You, in the center of it all, draped in silk the color of crushed rubies and wearing the rare brooch he gave you, the exact match to the one he wears. You’re the queen of the evening, the centerpiece in a den of wolves. And Sylus watches from beside his throne-like seat, arm slung lazily across the back of yours, his red eyes glinting with amusement and something far more dangerous.

Someone dares approach with a drink and a compliment.

Sylus doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just tilts his head slightly.

“Ah. You’ve come bearing gifts,” he says, voice smooth as wine, dry as poison. “How thoughtful. Next time, bring a brain cell instead. She already has a drink.”

The man blinks. Tries to smile. Tries to say something about how stunning you look, how lucky Sylus must be.

Sylus cuts him off with a soft chuckle.

“Lucky?” he echoes, lips quirking into a mocking smirk. “You must be new here.”

Another bold guest steps up, praising your intellect this time. Tries to be clever. Flirts without shame.

Sylus finally stands. Not fast. Not dramatic. Just slow enough to make the atmosphere freeze. He looks down at the guest like they’re a speck on glass he hasn’t decided whether to wipe away or burn through.

“She’s brilliant,” he agrees. “Which is exactly why she has no interest in men who mistake their salary for substance.”

Then, turning slightly toward you with mock-curious eyes:

“Darling, do I need to have them removed, or will you let me ruin their career instead? I’m feeling generous tonight.”

When you laugh, it’s with indulgence, and his expression softens just for you, like you’re the only one who isn’t boring.

He keeps you close for the rest of the night, thumb slowly stroking over your knuckles, leaning down to murmur into your ear in between toasts and business talk.

“You’re the only reason half these people showed up. Not the wine. Not the money. Not me.”

He kisses the side of your head like it’s a warning to the room. “I should’ve locked you upstairs with the gifts instead. Let them guess what you were wearing. Or not wearing.”

By the end of the night, you’re pulled into his lap as the crowd thins and the music fades. He doesn’t care who’s still around. His voice is low now, soft, but never sweet.

“You looked divine tonight. They all noticed. They all wanted. And that was the point.”

His red eyes glint as his fingers toy with the brooch at your chest.

“Let them see. Let them crave. Let them imagine. Because that’s all they’ll ever get.”

And with one final kiss to your pulse point, he adds, drier than ever:

“Now smile, my love. You’re the reason they’re still pretending to be important.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

It’s the kind of gala where officials wear stars on their chests and power in their footsteps, where the air is sterile, formal, and glittering with silent rivalry. Every member of the Farspace Fleet who matters is here, gathered beneath the chrome arches of Skyhaven’s Grand Hall. The floating chandeliers flicker with luminescent fuel lines, purple and gold banners ripple against the gravity stasis fields, and hovering platforms showcase Fleet tech breakthroughs mid-air.

But nobody is looking at the prototypes.

They’re looking at you.

Colonel Caleb’s wife. His “pipsqueak.”

You don’t belong here by rank or file, no badge, no insignia, no weapon. But you’re dressed in a pale, flowing gown with Fleet-accented trim, and your beauty turns heads sharper than any starfighter. People know who you are, even if they pretend they don’t. You’re his. And that makes you dangerous.

Caleb is beside you in full uniform, black coat, aiguillettes, boots gleaming, gloves fitted so tightly they crease as he tightens his jaw. His peaked cap sits just low enough to cast a shadow over his sharp violet eyes, but not low enough to hide the way they narrow every single time someone approaches you.

You’re smiling politely at some admirals and officials, but Caleb’s hand hasn’t left your lower back all evening. It’s a quiet claim, possessive without words. And when one senior officer dares say, “Colonel, you certainly brought the most stunning tactical advantage to this room,” and dares to wink at you?

Caleb doesn’t even blink. Doesn’t smile. Just speaks, low and calm:

“Say something like that again and I’ll break your jaw so you can drink your meals through a tube.”

The man laughs like it’s a joke. It’s not.

Caleb turns to you then, brushing your hair behind your ear as he adds with a fond murmur,

“People like him think you’re something nice to look at. They don’t realize you’re the reason I’m willing to destroy everything they built.”

Another guest tries to flirt a little softer, comparing your eyes to nebulae, making small talk about your dress. You giggle, more amused than flattered.

Caleb doesn’t giggle.

Instead, his gloved hand gently tilts your chin toward him as he asks, far too innocently:

“Do you like how he talks to you?”

You blink. “He was just being polite—“

His thumb presses softly against your lip. “I’m not asking what he meant. I’m asking what you want me to do about it.”

You laugh it off, telling him to behave. He doesn’t. Not really.

Later, while standing with you at the center of the observation deck, Caleb watches the stars beyond the transparent dome while speaking low beside your ear.

“You could wear a sack and I’d still have to deal with people staring at you.”

He exhales slowly. “Sometimes I think I should’ve locked you in the Skyhaven penthouse and let them guess what you look like.”

You glance up at him, smirking. “Jealous, Caleb?”

His eyes flash violet in the dim light. “Jealous? I took you. They’re lucky I even let them breathe in your presence.”

Then, softer, hand brushing your cheek:

“They don’t get it. You’re not just beautiful. You’re mine. My home. My peace. My one soft thing in this whole brutal world.”

A pause.

“Let them look. I’ll kill the first one who touches.”

And just like that, the crowd could fall away, and you’d still only feel him, his hand on your waist, his breath in your ear, and the unshakable, dangerous truth behind every word he murmurs:

You may be the center of the room tonight, but you’ve always been the center of his universe.

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hellcatinnc · 1 year ago

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My Dreams Are Now A Reality-In Gaming!

Spoilers Ahead For Anyone Who Hasn't Played Chapter 7 of LAD

I can officially die happy!! So I have been on a hunt for years for games that have mer people in it and its just as hard if not harder to find them as it is good vampire games these days. But after the last few years seeing more vampire games or ones with vampires in it my heart still longed for mer people. I started off on Ariel as a kid and became in love with the creatures in the ocean. Myth or real its whatever you want to believe yet no game really dives into it... until now!! Infold games exceeded my expectations... I went into it for Zayne and as I started the game fell pretty hard for Rafayel. There was such a pull to him I couldn't explain it. Then when I realized he was a merman I questioned if he was like aquaman type with no tail so I waited. The snippet of the billboard with Rafayel made me believe there would be a tail but I just needed to wait. Well tonight I had the chance after all day to sit down and play yesterdays missions. I have Raffy up to level 43 in love affection which is darling stage out of 100. All I can say is thanks to infold studios/Love And Deepspace my dream has became a reality, to the point the moment I saw his tail I had tears in my eyes.

I mean after seeing those pictures he is so beautiful I can't take my eyes off of him... and knowing he is a merman makes him even more dreamy... he is that fantasy merman I always hoped for...I normally never spend alot of money in games but I will go bankrupt for him. It sounds stupid but mer people are never done in games and its even hard still for movies and tv shows and I feel like thats what makes them a dime a dozen but also the rarest gem and I am so happy I found this game.

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rafent · 1 year ago

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[ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ]

“ y'know, raffy-taffy, it's almost annoying how good you are at pretending to be useless. ”

fogado's faux-annoyed tone belies clear joy, face painted with freshly-spattered blood from some no-name he's pinned under his knife. he's not even bothering to watch where his knife is going---it's like a surprise, however he ends up killing this person. fogado can treat the body like meat if he pleases---it won't matter in the end.

this job is better than anything he had going for him before. he's right hand to an entity whose power he can't even begin to comprehend, and the amount of blood that spills is enough to keep the party going for years and years and years. fogado keeps up the stream by sort of throwing himself at whoever looks at rafal even a bit weirdly. sure, rafal could dust them with the flick of a finger, but fogado likes to show his devotion to the guy that lets him go wild beast on whatever.

such has happened to the newly-corrupted that still lies beneath fogado---in fact, fogado is simply so pleased with himself that he's considering sticking his winding blade back into the body. would it kill them again? probably. would rafal get mad at him? who knows!

but fogado thinks better of it. after all, they're trying to amass an army for a reason. even if this one life was more than worthless, it wouldn't do to start culling their numbers just because. it wasn't like they could even bleed anyways. so instead he hops off, giving the reanimation a rough kick in the head as it tries to stand up.

“ khaha~! stupid thing, stupid thing, ” sings fogado, jumping around with arms raised and bloody knife spinning between his fingers. “ thinkin' he had a shot... ”

but suddenly he's in rafal's face for no other reason other than he just fucking feels like it. “ but i'd ne~ver let anyone touch you, ” he hums now, almost grandstanding. “ not even with a little bitty fingernail---'cuz i'd cut the whole hand off~! ” he makes a show of almost hacking his own hand off. “ the whole right hand, 'cuz i'm your right-hand man and stuff~! hahahaha~!! ”

sweeping a foot out and upwards, fogado tumbles to the ground in a heap of laughter and blood. the ring of his mirth is a horrible sound, but it quiets soon---he simply has more he must say to the master whom he serves.

“ ahhh, what fun. you'll call on me whenever you need me, right? ” he rolls to a sitting position, looking up at rafal keenly. “ i'm your loyal murder doggy, so feel free to point me at whoever's throat you wanna see ripped out, o~kaaaay~? ”

— 𝐢. sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver

The undead Prince of Solm retained a crown in this only; being the cream of Rafal's rotten crop. His cold eyes watched the other's gratuitous display, a reanimated soldier squatted upon by the young man. Preferring to kill neatly in order to leave the body and brain intact, even Fell Dragons did not squander time or play with corpses afterward to such a degree. With his unique attitude, Fogado showed to the world another brand of cruelty entirely, even if to Rafal that cruelty mattered little. It mattered a thousand times more that he was efficient.

"Do not place the newly born Corrupted under duress. Also; if you will dare to utter my true name then you will say it right." He admonished the nickname, nostrils flaring and brows hauled low, but an '-or else' never came. Despite his insulted demeanor, there were no elaborated consequences to committing offenses against him, no caveats to undisciplined language.

Fogado was useful, after all. Fogado was dead, after all. Brandishing threats against his Corrupted was no different from jeopardizing a doll with strings he could cut at will. It was meaningless, venting frustrations upon lesser creatures dependent on his magic to stand, and to Rafal they were all mostly the same. Mostly, and not totally, if only because some were more advantageous than others. His gaze traveled to Fogado again, preparing to dispense an order, and stopped short at the distance, then the collapse onto the floor. Then the laughter.

". . . . . . ."

His silence was a vast blanket, amused and disgusted and tolerating all in one. Peering down the bevel of his nose, the Fell Heir pursed his mouth into a deeper frown at the metaphor. Dogs? Stinking and slobbering creatures far withdrawn from being his first choice. "I do not require your protection, Fogado, but I do require your talents. And if you are done larking around, then I will generously fulfill your wish. Let us get into the thick of your next assignment. There is work to be done."

Master and dog; lord and knight; no matter how, they played the farce. For the joyful Fogado who enjoyed it, or perhaps for lonely, lonely "Nil" who knew no other way - the tender dragon who had always possessed his Four Winds close at hand following the end of the war. On the flip side of his false identity - a double life of a double life - some semblance of normalcy yet remained. Even if he was bereft three knights, at least when he gazed upon Fogado there was still one.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ askbox.#losojos-decupido #oh neuro!fogado my sweet (soft smile)#how many atrocities did these two commit together. Who Can Say #side note : rafal hates dogs. but dogs love hi-

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