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mydearestbeloved · 5 months ago

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Woo, done with chapter 6. Always love the POV shift bc that means I get to see how people view reader as a queen she is 🥺. I love when writers are good at fighting scenes. And yours is so thrilling 😤😤. Is her scepter a transformative weapon of some forms? And it can be changed to any type of weapons or is there a limit? I actually really want her to use a scythe 👉👈 bc… imo it fits well with her whole gardener/farmer thing and her being associated with the cycle of life and death, like a soul harvester/grim reaper type beat. (tbh reader’s Disney princess vibe along with her being a hunter and… and silver energy thing is giving Artemis than Persephone to me and I’m not complaining here 🤭)

Speaking of soul harvesting, I’m in love with the fact that you give her butterflies as summons and not bees and make them harvest mana/lifeforce bc irl, a butterfly called Purple Emperor avoids flowers and instead, preferring rotting animal corpses exists, kinda like reader’s butterflies here 👀.

Also, I reread your answer to my one of my previous asks and there’s this part about “lifeforce” and you said reader can “accelerate cells”. That means she can manipulate life energy to some extent, right? Do you think in the future, she can make living tissue going out of control and exploding with energy, making it looks like she’s setting things ablaze? Like overloading foes with so much life energy that they literally ignite? (maybe she can do a Riptide like Childe, “chaining” foes and making a firework show out of them 👀)

(the video that inspires this ask)

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[ Review has been submitted . . .

We thank you for your feedback, Reader.

System will now connect you you to 《AUTHOR》 ]

Thank you for sending your review, my apologies for the very late response! 🙏💞

Now onto your review:

Fighting Scenes in Trial Player AU

Thank you! I’m glad you find the scene thrilling enough. To be honest, I have trouble writing fast-paced action scenes. However, I knew what I was getting into when I decided to write a Solo Leveling fanfiction. Even though it’s a romance story, since the events are still linked to canon, I can’t avoid canon fighting scenes forever. So, I put more focus on the emotional aspect (mostly regarding the changes from canon) rather than describing the physical fights in detail, since those are already fleshed out in the novel/manhwa/game/anime. I’ll attempt to be more descriptive when it comes to Trial Player AU’s original fighting scenes, but I’ll still avoid writing large-scale battles too often. 🙏

Trial Player: [Dreamer]

You could say that TP!Reader’s scepter is a transformative weapon. However, its transformative ability is more centered to her forging skills. Remember that she has to manually level up her skills? For forging, she has to learn weapon structures from the inside out. Learning to fight with them helps her understand them better—their design, strengths, weak points, and so on. But since training with different weapons is separate from her forging skill (and there’s no specific weapon-related skill that can be leveled up), she doesn’t dedicate too much time to them. There are also other skills that could be more beneficial depending on her current situation (e.g. crafting, since knowledge of materials can be applied to other skills like forging, alchemy, etc.).

Her specialty is magic in the first place, but her experiments with different weapons have at least made her decent at using them. This also affects her decision to use a wand-type artifact most of the time instead of, say, a grimoire. While she could whack someone with an enchanted book (and she will if the situation calls for it), the rod part of a wand-type can be fortified and has a shape similar to spears, length-wise close to a sword. It also allows for freer movement compared to shields, enabling her to parry at the last second and giving her time to adjust if she’s forced into close combat.

Why a scepter? It's just one of those things you can’t quite explain—even without knowing of its positives and negatives, it just fits. For readers, this can also be seen as a hint for future revelations. 🤫

Since her scepter has a stronger foundation than normal mage-type artifacts—rivaling even high-impact melee weapons—it’s sturdy enough to hold other shapes. TP!Reader just needs to focus her mind, and then her magic, into it. It works like her teleportation skill: put your mind into tangibles, and then voila. That’s why knowing the weapon she wants to use is crucial first. Otherwise, she might create a bendable spear, a sword that breaks easily, a gun that explodes on itself, a shield that cracks like glass, and so on. Has she ever used a scythe? Most definitely—especially given her connection to plants. Other future symbolism will follow.

Trial Player: [Butterflies]

Her butterflies are extensions of her, so if we don’t see TP!Reader using capabilities she is implied to have, the children will show glimpses of them since they also have separate preferences.

Eeee, I didn’t even know about the Purple Emperor before you mentioned it. I know some shades of blue are considered purple, but purple is purple—and who has a purple aura? Our very own male lead ASDFGHJKL 😍

The coincidences are uncanny, and I love it! ❤️

Also, thanks to you, I now have the Purple Emperor as a core inspiration for one of the butterflies—not officially introduced as of Chapter 23, but soon! Thank you so much for mentioning them 🙏💕

Trial Player: [Chronomancer] & [Lifeforce Manipulations]

As for living tissues going out of control—by a different definition, speeding or slowing them while other functions remain normal is also considered ‘going out of control,’ right? TP!Reader can already do that, though it’s more based on time magic. A related topic includes speeding up the bone marrow’s production of blood, which would cause the heart to pump more blood through the body at high speed and tension. Since the volume would increase too fast with little recovery time, the body might not be able to contain it anymore and just burst—in theory.

Will I make this work in Trial Player AU? Maybe. 🙃

By the way the story’s going, yes, there’s a huge possibility in the future that she can manipulate life energy more intricately. As for flooding a target with life energy, I haven’t thought of them igniting per se. Exploding from the inside, on the other hand, is in line with Trial Player AU’s mechanics of lifeforce. Since lifeforce also maintains the body and mortal beings are born with a set amount, depleting lifeforce can cut one’s life short. So I don’t see why overloading someone with more lifeforce than they can handle wouldn’t make their body explode.

While it’s not exactly setting things ablaze, let me raise you another idea: how about flowers popping out from one’s body? If TP!Reader gains the ability to manipulate the lifeforce of different beings down to the last detail, what happens when she floods her target with lifeforce not of the same species? (If the same, then the explosion scenario would happen.) The body would likely adjust to the altered essence.

In real life, the body might overexert itself trying to eliminate, recover, and then adjust to the foreigns if forced into long-term exposure. Best-case scenario, they adapt with minimal effects. Worst-case scenario, they might just adapt by creating a horrifying mutation of an adjustment, since their body isn’t built for it normally. If magic exists, then it’s possible for that monstrosity to be perfected instead, in which case, new functions could take over.

So, for example, if a goblin were overloaded with the lifeforce of Asclepias tuberosa (butterfly weed), then flowers might start growing from the inside, breaking through the skin until the goblin’s body becomes a flower bed. The remains of the living make good fertilizer too. 🫢

As for Childe’s Riptide concept, the only kind of “chaining” I can think of right now is TP!Reader possibly utilizing others’ life energy—which, in analogy, would be like seeing normally invisible lifeforce as tangible threads. Weaving them (which could also be interpreted as manipulating them) would make it possible to connect one person’s lifeforce with others’—and then cut their lives short all at once. This is inspired by the Moirai, or the Fates, from Greek mythology.

I don’t think fireworks are TP!Reader’s usual style. That’s more like the butterflies’ thing (see Red’s blood-petals in Chapter 23), maybe Gale’s and/or Neonie’s.

Anyway, targets that die this way (lifeforce cut-off in an instant) likely wouldn’t feel pain—they would just die seemingly without warning.

This is different from how the butterflies work. If you think about it, the butterflies torture their targets with a painfully slow death—mentally through illusions, while their bodies are devoured and their essence is essentially used against them.

Similar like the Mother who utilize spoils of battles for future use, the children also use the victims as a form of entertainment flairs, turning their remains into props for what feels like a farewell party—theirs.

[ —As voracious and vicious as they are unassuming and beautiful. ]

#Hollow's Talks #Trial Player AU #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling x reader #sung jin woo x reader #sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #solo leveling fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #x reader #fem reader #female reader

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superscrub323 · 4 months ago

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I loved the occupation answers you gave lol and had another immediately but decided to wait and not bombard your ask box-

(Hopefully this isn’t another duplicate but-) what social platforms would the gods use and how would they use it? Who wouldn’t?

Oh boy that one puts me in a bit of pickle especially since I haven't answered that one...but luckily for you I like a challenge and we're friends.

But the 14 Primary Olympians Only (and Heracles)

Zeus: He'd search on Facebook and Twitter that are dedicated to worshipping him and when people think he's trolling throw lightning bolts at their house and build a new legion of worshippers. Also he'd be on Instagram and sliding into girls...both their DMs and...you know.

Poseidon: Probably on Tumblr showing off pictures of the Mariana Trench...and also sliding into Instagram girls DMs.

Apollo (you know where this is going): All of them to make sure everyone knows and listens to his latest songs, poems, and art. Plus he'd be on every dating app and sliding into girls DMs trying to get into their panties with a respectable amount of success but there's little anyone can do if they don't want him cause he'll be after them.

Demeter: Probably on Quora and Reddit teaching farming tips and how to grow plants. Might also be a Facebook mom who cries about how her daughter doesn't visit her (unlike those moms however her complaints are actually valid and agreeable)

Hestia: Aside from keeping in touch with her Olympian families she wouldn't use it beyond looking at cozy places to give her idea for her home.

Hades: Linkedin to hire new workers to manage his realm and probably make anon accounts about how if he's the asshole about how is acquired his wife and really reconsider the terms of her agreement with Demeter and if he can change them

Hera: Upon finally learning what divorce is she'd be a Facebook mom celebrating her new found singlehood and probably on dating websites looking for a perfectly loyal man...that Zeus can't smite (good with the bad).

Ares: On Tumblr! Subscribed to this bl-*whack* OW! Okay! Okay! He'd be on Reddit mostly and hyper fixated on things related to history, wars mythological, historical, and fictional, Martial Arts and discover video games and probably really like them. I don't know why but I can see him getting into World of Warcraft and being either a Human or Orc Warrior and just...being the absolute best Warrior Player in WoW in every spec in PvP/Mythic+/Mythic Raiding etc. (Wouldn't be as good as Gold farming but that's where...)

Athena: Probably on Reddit on Greek Mythology subreddits correcting misconceptions and Tumblr and Bluesky to show off her latest weaving patterns (do not bring up Arachne she actually regrets doing it and wants to keep her divine ego in check now that ever since she listened to Apollo's statement on how babies are made she has a lot to learn and needs her ego out of it). But whenever she wants to have fun, the War God part would come out and upon finding out Ares is into WoW, play as a Human Paladin and just...dominate at it. But unlike Ares she'd be leading a Guild that would dominate the server and be raking in Gold which in turn would lead to setting up a Twitch Stream which would chronical everything...Also since there's no Golden Apples Ares would be apart of the Guild but the twitch stream would segway into...

Aphrodite: Instagram and Onlyfans...I mean you can guess why, but if there's a place where she can show off the Ontological Beauty that is her and prevent anymore Psyche incidents (she's not losing Anteros to a mortal woman) while getting paid to do it she'll be there. Also she'd get Ares to participate in the Onlyfans part and when she finds out what this WoW is and how Twitch is dominated by hot gamer girls. She'd be eager to correct the flaw of Twitch 'not having here' by signing up to WoW and join as a Blood Elf Priestess or Mage and somehow be almost as good as Ares and Athena (plus her face brings in donations and the best players which is helpful also I'm writing this while playing WoW.)

Artemis (last one that references WoW I promise, but if anyone wants to know which Olympian would play what class in WoW let me know and I'll do it: She'd be on nature blogs on Reddit and Tumblr and hunting blogs but only on conservation hunting as she'd learn what modern day trophy hunting is and probably be disgusted by it. Also she'd fall in love (no pun intended) with any AroAce blogs and find followers there (even if ever since the Aura incident she swore on the River Styx to never react hyperbolically again). Also when Artemis finds out what Ares is doing and that WoW has such a diverse range of fauna and that there's moon worshipping huntresses, she'd be a Night Elf Hunter and dominate as a Beast Master Hunter and join the guild of Athena...woe to anyone who tries to approach her for 'ERP' though.

Dionysus: Where ever there's a blog or a spot to discuss wine there's going to be Dionysus. He'll introduce ways to make Wine in a week that taste better than wine that's been aged for years. He'd probably have that charisma that would make people think he's the next Jesus Christ and start a new Baachic cult online and it would grow large (yeah finding out the soft boy who just wants a drink and to relax is actually a glorified cult leader sponsored by Zeus was almost as much of a shock as finding out that Ares doesn't bathe in the blood of those who don't respect him and go through unwilling women like college dorm socks but that's besides the point).

Hermes: Probably on Discord to chat about his many many domains as a God but I can see him being into Superheroes and video games that God fast and I can just bet he'd be into speedrunning and he'd decimate records (also I lied) also he'd join Athena's guild upon finding out what World First Raiding is, most likely as a Gnomish Rouge and push them to be World First Raiders.

Hephaestus: Oh he'd be busy on Reddit showing off his inventions and Youtube showing off the forging process of steel. Probably be happy to do so as well and probably attract investors for is inventions.

Heracles: Athletes, bodybuilding, Powerlifting, you name it he'll have a blog it. Most on Tumblr, Bluesky, and Instagram. Also I don't know why but he'd probably be into Superheroes and find friends on Reddit.

Wow! That covers them all...I think...let me check...yeah that's everyone (nearly forgot Hephaestus). Thank you for this ask it was a lot of fun.

#greek mythology #greek gods #ask

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bikefuckersoftheworldunite · 8 months ago

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hello bikefucker<3 I'd like to ask you how to find old motogp articles, cuz my google search is a bit out of whack😭

hi, anon!

the general answer is that google sucks sooo bad, that’s why you can’t find anything afghhjjjk.

the real answer is that it depends on what time period you mean by “old” and what topics or which riders specifically.

for 80s-90s stuff I just browse through the issues of Cycle News (scans here on Internet Archive) - it’s a general motorsports magazine, you can use the Archive’s search function to search issues by rider’s name or something for all the mentions of them. [the magazine run in the 00’s too and those issues are also available but I’ll talk about why it’s not a very good source for 00’s motogp info later in the post.]

Internet Archive also has most Mat Oxley books, Valentino’s 2005 autobiography and many more motogp related books

Now, the 00’s stuff!

It depends on where the rider your interested is from! For example, most informative articles on Valentino (and his rivalries) are in Italian! He didn’t talk to English language media that much. And generally speaking since Italian and Spanish riders have been dominating this sport for the last 20+ years, media from these two countries pays the most attention to the sport! So, there are lots of publications and sites in Italian and Spanish that get their news/interviews with the riders first hand (which is important). And, as a result, lots of english language articles are just not that interesting or informative, or up to date or factually correct etc (especially when it comes to 00’s articles).

And as a result the vast majority of all the 2003-2005 sete&vale info or quotes I’ve managed to dig up, for example, was either in italian or sometimes spanish (and I speak neither of these languages lol) because they mostly interacted with Italian media!

now, some tips:

I mostly use DuckDuckGo to search for the articles instead of Google! It has a filter by Date function in its tool bar, where you can set a custom date range so that you’d get the results from a certain time period only, and if you need articles in particular language you can pick the Region you need.

That helps a lot butttttt ehhh allora you need at least to be vaguely familiar with the topic you’re trying to find more info on! (I did a lot of creative “googling” using google translated words in Italian or Spanish, and some times THAT WORKED. LOL) And, of course, sources are important! A lot of articles that you might find might just be factually incorrect or might be misquoting etc. Especially if, for example, the article that you found is like from a Spanish language publication reporting on what Vale said to Italian media agdghjjk. So, just keep that in mind. I’ve encountered Vale being misquoted or his words being misinterpreted or certain stuff just not being factually correct a couple of times already. So, always try to fact check - like at least find several sources of the quote or maybe the original article.

Good “first hand sources” in Italian (at least for my needs) are La Gazetta Dello Sport and Dueruote - lots of reports directly from the GPs and the press cons, interviews with the riders. Obviously, mostly Italians. In Spanish language it’s uhhhh As dot com I guess? Kinda less familiar with 00’s spanish motogp media to be honest….

Also! Crash dot net has motogp articles going back to the early 2000s, but like I’ve said it’s mostly good for basic info. Same applies to Cycle News or some other English language magazines - they were more up to date when Americans and Australians were dominating the sport!

But it’s not like english language media should be ignored, there are interesting tidbits here and there!

And again on DuckDuckGo you can select for results from only one website to be displayed.

But even then finding interesting info or quotes often comes down to just reading through a lot of articles until you hit the jackpot🤪

For example a month or so back when I started my deep dive into 2003/5 seasons I tried to find more about Vale & Sete and their Ibiza holidays but most of the results I got were not relevant and hardly ever mentioned Ibiza at all….

Well, that’s it, I think?

Also, anon you can always dm me and I can give you links to the articles and stuff? But I’m only “researching” 2003-2005 years atm……..

#not proofreading this sorry 🤪#motogp #ask #sorry this is me just rambling but I hope I was at least a little bit helpful

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realhumanithink · 1 year ago

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coming back online to share to the world my list of evan things. if you relate to most these things i title you Evan Rosier Kin

note: all of these are headcanons and may not align with how you perceive evan. most of these are inspired by like tiktoks and stuff, but otherwise its mostly things based on me because i literally remind myself of evan so much

another note: phrasing of these may be harsh!! im not targetting anyone fyi, and i dont mean harm, but i wrote most of these in a fit of self-hatred and when i reread them, i realised "hey, this sounds like evan lol" so i brushed it up a bit, but there might still be harsh wording and accusations

last note!!!: i have no fucking personality and im using this to self-reflect so my fault lmao

wants to be an overachiever, a hard worker, but in reality is just a gifted kid who hasn't fully burned out and is too lazy to actually work hard.

30000 different genres of songs on spotify. wonders if that means you have no personality.

sometimes wonders if people would miss you when you’re gone. doesn't think so.

knows 6 different languages, not good at any.

can't take criticism.

ambiverted. wonders if this means you have no personality.

likes a style, but isn't sure you would look good in it.

supposed ‘smart and nice’ kid, but that's who you were 4 years ago. people still hold the same view of you.

high standards. you've been brainwashed into thinking u can meet them but sometimes, u aren't so sure.

covers the parts of your face u dont like with hair. bonus points if it's a regular ass haircut like a fringe and your parents hate it.

gets overly clingy in friendships. not like physically clingy but mentally?? if you get me

wanna be insomniac. thing is, it just takes you a bit longer to fall asleep.

fluctuating confidence levels

feels like a second choice, always.

cringe culture holds you back from enjoying what you want to enjoy.

the people around you don't seem to care as much as you do. whenever you succeed, you look back and no one is cheering like you always do. sometimes, it feels like you are average or lower, but the people you are compared to are simply even lower and that's why you are supposedly ‘good’.

*does well* “duh, *** is always so good. they don't deserve praise” *doesn't do well or actually just does average* “*** DIDNT DO WELL OHHHH”.

when someone compliments you, you feel pressured to uphold their standard and wonder how long it'll take till they realise you arent so good.

EXAMPLE because my wording is shit: someone told me i was funny and since then ive been scared to text him because i was like 'oh fuk what if when i talk to him next im not funny enough'

deathly afraid of being cheesy/cliche. this holds you back from showing much affection, especially romantic.

shoes are worn half to death.

your answer to theoretical questions is always ‘depends’. wonders if that means-

everyone thinks your friends ‘influence’ you, but really you’re as whack as them, just not as obvious.

a group of people you hate significantly less than everyone else, and one person you love

#marauders era #evan rosier #rosekiller #evan rosier headcanon #slytherin skittles

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monstrouslyobsessed · 1 year ago

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super late but im finally answering some asks~

tw / tags: heavy heavy beastfolk lore/worldbuilding talk, momster talks too fucking much, sex work, long post, beastfolk / beastfolks characters mentioned: cerelos, brief mention of revius, red, implied mentions of papa bull and duke

When are you going to post? (I apologize if this sounds rude,I'm really curious but that isn't an excuse🙁) —anonymous

ahhh, nah you're good. sorry, writer's block was notoriously bad the past few months, with me not being happy with anything i produced :\ i always thought of yall and this blog of mine though! i wanted to give you my best, than my worst if i could. yall are too sweet for me to halfass anything tbh.

just rest assured that i am still around, just slow as a snail 😭

(also, life. stressing about adulthood as usual.)

Does Cerelos shed his horns? Like bucks and moose do?🫎🦌 —anonymous

hmmm, yes in his youth. but when he got older and became more experienced with his magic, he probably made his crowned horns permanent. i don't believe he really enjoyed the awful burning, itching sensations that came with shedding (and yuck, imagine how bloody the velvet would be on anyone's head!) and he'd consider himself to look very undignified without his majestic antlers before his people. he's arrogant and strict about keeping his appearance on point in front of everyone that isn't his darling.

shedding also applies to those with just one horn as well (revius), not strictly just those with antlers.

tbf the equestrians would consider the first shedding the rite of passage and would encourage more sheds as they gets older, to better develop their growth and magic in general, before they'd seek ways to permanently stop the shedding. i kinda imagine that constantly growing new horns would take a lot of calcium, proteins, and other nutrients that it's not advised to keep shedding when they are no longer young adults as well.

hope this answered!

rest is under the cut due to the length and implied adult subjects.

IK this is kinda whack for me to say…but I was watching Spirited Away by Ghibili and there was a few brief scenes where they show how busy the bathhouse is. And I’m in were the cute giant duckies 🐥 and I wanted to clean brush and cuddle em so bad that it strangely reminded me of your beastverse 🙈 So like does that exist where humans are allowed to work in bath houses and wash up beadtfolk? 🧼🧽🧴🫧 And not in even a sexual undertone though I assume some businesses do offer additional services just like irl. Idk I just kinda wanna bathe brush and cuddle super fluffy animals if they’d permit me 🙈 This is how I find my future hubby or something if I lived in your world. I’m such a degenerate 🫡 —anonymous

well, while there are brothels, there are also salons where the beastfolks employ humans for their smaller (and less dangerous) hands to better groom the clients. funny that you mentioned that lol because i thought about the salon ages ago but i just never found any room to talk about it in general until now.

but anyway, most of them are, or were in history, just fronts for "special services" in the midst of the then-super conservative towns fresh after the post-zoo breakout eras where both beastfolks and humans were struggling to learn to live among each other unharmed.

the brothels back then that featured both human and beastfolks employees were often made 'illegal'—especially since any sort of intimate relations were looked at negatively. this is the era where the possibility of humans bearing/providing full beastfolk was being "discovered", still, while being scoffed at. by being discovered, i mean both sides would soon realize it's not a talltale passed down by their ancestors and history books. so the 'salons' were the answer to that, offering special services catering to both sides.

that said, there were and are some genuine salons that provided only beauty services. probably commonly run by immigrants wanting to support their families and to help the parent (typically single mothers) in need, regardless of their species. i do imagine it would be pretty common to see very…strong-headed owners defending their employees from very unsavory clients too, since the salons back then would have an unfortunate correlation with those that provided sex services.

in short, the salons were essentially the massage parlors of our reality (the ones that featured 'special services', i mean). however, i considered massage parlors that featured both beastfolks and humans a bit…farfetched due to their strength differences that wouldn't work well for the other side (for example, a lioness would probably break a human's spine, while a human's attempt would be too weak for, say, a gorilla's). not to say that the massage parlors don't exist in the beastfolk au, because they do! but i don't believe having employees from both sides would be a common feature in the massage parlor, and i'm sure it's not uncommon to see them offering their own special services but it'd be limited to their own race/subspecies for the most parts.

so i decided that the salons would fit best and would probably be one of the common precursors to the idea that both humans and beastfolks can live in relative harmony. why? because the employees, and typically just the employees, as some employers are/were often…not good people in these special salons, commonly formed a tightknit bond for various reasons, typically stemming from the time spent together, since teamwork is often a necessary factor to groom a client (especially if the client is of much larger stature).

the salon was a great place to be to get some culture shock, tbh, back then, to see both sides working together to perfect a client's appearance to their satisfaction. as the years pass, i'm sure that the happy ending salon (terms are still pending, but i'm just stealing from the existing ones atm lol) would soon be outnumbered by actual licensed salons that provided no such services beyond beauty-related.

bathhouses are typically self-service in this au, so the attendants often kept discreet with their jobs while still respecting the privacy of their patrons. i imagine most of the beastfolks prefer their privacy (since some can be aggressive, more so when their families are there). if there are drinks and foods being delivered, the attendant would typically drop them off at the entryway and disappear.

meanwhile, the salons would have the employees on site, mingling and chattering with their clients.

in the modern era, the salon typically would hire just about anyone, those without an independent card included, and someone would often take it upon themselves to mentor the beginners. there are regulations that tried to make things harder for the owners, but well, those who experienced struggles and poverty in the past typically do not give a flying shit about the politics. this such culture tends to carry through countless individually-owned salons.

i can go on, really.

tbh, meeting your soulmate in the beauty salon is probably one of the most wholesome (and safe) ways you can get. security is practically in every corner, protective of one other and especially their little humans.

honestly, if you really want to, just ask your beastfolk spouse to take you to a bathhouse. the bathhouse often have a huge family culture and unlike our pitiful reality in the good ol' murica, the bathhouses are pretty much everywhere, though some do take a bit of drive. they never died out the way ours did in our history. some beastfolks are just too big to be comfortable relaxing in the bathtub in the common household bathrooms, so the demands for the bathhouses are still there in the au and would likely always be. and without a doubt, grooming is hugely embraced among the beastfolks, so they'd most definitely love it when their little human groom them (to the best to their ability, at least!).

i talked too much, so uhhh, i'll move on lol but hope this answered!! thanks for giving me the space to talk about the salons too <3

CURIOUS what do u think if a possible yandere wolf fish ORR ORR A LEMON SHARKKK i read somewhere they get possessive of divers they’re familiar wt —anonymous

i think i've wrote something similar ages ago, but the species is some kind of an eel mermaid, obsessed with the diver. here's the link. and i do have my red boi, he was based on sandbar shark! his darling was some rando surfer he kidnapped to his cove though. eel mermaid

red got a section of his own in my main masterlist, here.

idk if im up for another merman oc though lol and i'm still sorting out how things would go with the seafolk of my beastfolk au, when they are considered extremely dangerous even by the beastfolk's standard. but, wolf fish and lemon shark would be neat candidates to think about! though, wolf fish would be something straight out of a horror scifi and be a far more monstrous than the average beastfolk.

Thinking of being used by the bull beast folk at least once a week. It’s always sad when you can’t have something you want… —anonymous

same 😔 alas we can only dream…

omg i talked too much. sorry. 😔 thanks for you patience tho;;

#ghosts are curious.👻#☠️not writing...#anonymous #asked #answered #beastfolk au #beastfolks #beastfolk #worldbuilding #long post

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blondtaylorfritz · 3 months ago

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answering a message that was meant for anon like this so if you're out there, anon, here we go!!! putting the entire message and my reply under a cut because i'm going to be doing a lot of yapping lol

alright so!!!! i fully agree with everything you said. a lot of the things you've talked about have been the biggest issues i've had with parts of the challengers fandom. and ofc this is my disclaimer saying i know not EVERYONE acts like this. not EVERY patrick stan does the above listed behaviors. not EVERY art stan is innocent and whacked out of nowhere. i'm extremely aware of the spectrum of the challengers fandom, and there's no blanket statement that fits every single stan for x character or every single shipper for y ship. so that's my disclaimer before i jump into replying to everything.

a) i've noticed a lot of projecting onto patrick. a loooooooot of projecting. and i get it because i project onto tashi and art, so i'm not saying that people can't project onto patrick or that they're bad people for doing so. but i do think that the intensity with which people are projecting onto patrick is maybe coloring some of the perceptions of him. i know we all see those viral tweets about former gifted kids who've turned into burnt out adults who feel like they haven't achieved much, and i tend to think that that demographic may overlap with some of the more passionate patrick stans. it's easy to understand why people relate to patrick. even though i'm not a rich white boy who went to boarding school, i can definitely relate to the same former gifted kid who grew up into a burnt out adult. no one's wrong for relating to that very human experience. all that being said, just as you pointed out above, i think maybe some people tend to internalize it too much. they spend so much time defending any perceived slight of patrick because they see it as defending themselves. you summed it up pretty perfectly there, and i agree with it.

b) the flattening of patrick's character is also an interesting phenomenon because i generally see a lot of interpretations that make him out to be a softie who was prepared to marry tashi or who just wanted art to be in love with him more than anything else. it's always he's actually a softie uwu baby who was the victim of meanie tashi not comforting his hurt feelings about crashing out on tour and meanie art being a homophobic orphan who won't accept his love, etc. these interpretations also have him alone and miserable for the entire 12 year period he's apart from art and tashi because he's so in love with them and needs them so much, but they've just cast him out. and like...idk but i just don't think that's realistic lol patrick had to have had good moments in his life. he won matches and probably even some tournaments. he had partners and laughs and nights out and quiet walks. i'm sure there were also days, if not weeks or longer that went by where he didn't think about art and tashi at all. sure, haunting the narrative etc. etc. but i personally find those moments where he's not just miserable and pining over them 24/7 more interesting than 12 years of being depressed and alone. i also don't think people realize how long a 12 year time span is and how much people change during that time, but i won't get into that since that's not anything you touched on, so another conversation for another day lol

i've also noticed that sometimes people want patrick to suck more than he does. i've seen some takes where i'm like, well, if that's true, then that's a far less favorable view of him than i've ever had, and i'm a staunch anti sldkfjsldkjf there was a take one time that said patrick purposely humiliated art in front of tashi to put art in his place after their kiss so their friendship wouldn't be weird, and that's just?????? far worse of an opinion of patrick's character and motivations than i've ever had because i think he beat art's ass in front of tashi to win tashi's number and prove he's better than art. simple as that. anyway, it's stuff like that where i'm just confused and feel like i saw a completely different movie.

and as for artrick (this is kind of going back to your point from a), art always is the lesser priority between the two of them. i've talked before about how patrick gets these long analyses dedicated to him and has had that ever since challengers premiered last year, but art (even if he gets more hit tweets/posts/views/engagements/etc.) doesn't really get that. i've noticed more of it on tumblr, but i also think it seems to be more of a recent thing, too??? also, i'm glad you and your toxic friendship reconnected as adults and are in a better place now!! whenever i think of mine, i still just have too much bitterness, so that's my own personal experience clouding over how i view art & patrick. i've talked before about how all of our own experiences shape how we interact with media, and this is a perfect example of it. people who've had toxic friendships that are now repaired have that experience of knowing what it's like, and i don't. my only experience has been still having each other blocked lol so that just ties into my whole song and dance anyway of how interpretations can vary and are in fact shaped by our own individual backgrounds and experiences.

also with patrick, i get frustrated by parts of the fandom who say that if you don't leave the movie liking all three of them, then you didn't get the movie. imo that's just not true. i think there's more of an argument to be made that people who won't look at all three of them as complicated humans didn't watch the movie in good faith. i don't think it's any secret that i don't like patrick lol i don't spend a lot of time thinking about him beyond the role he plays in art's and tashi's lives (individually and all together), and i don't think anyone will ever be able to convince me to like him. but that being said, i do recognize that he's a complicated character who's brilliantly written to portray a remarkably human character. one of the reasons why i've always said that i don't like him is because he reminds me of too many men i know irl. he's complex and messy and undeniably human. and to go off of that, we're not supposed to like every single human we come across. there will be people whose vibes we just don't like, and that's ok. i can acknowledge that patrick is a complicated human while still disliking him. those things aren't mutually exclusive, but parts of the fandom seem to think that they are. the same also goes for art and tashi. if people don't like them, fine, i just hope they're coming from a place of also acknowledging that art and tashi are also complicated imperfect humans. (i mean, ofc they're characters, but i hope my point is clear when i keep referring to them as human lol)

c) when it comes to the criticisms about art stans, it's also interesting because most of the time, whenever i see anyone excusing his behavior, it's meant as a joke. calling him a pretty princess who never did anything wrong is something i see art stans joking about. maybe i've just curated my tl really well, but i haven't seen anyone meaning it genuinely and being willing to like, legitimately fight anyone over it lol maybe back early on in the beginning of the challengers fandom, but i haven't seen anything SERIOUS since like...september or october. again, maybe that's just a result of the people i follow and interact with, and in that case, i'm happy it's that way because i don't really want to see art stans fighting to death like that lol

but yeah, it's interesting how art stans get the blame for patrick being [waves hand] like that or whatever. ultimately, we all gravitate towards the characters we like for the reasons we do, and we want those characters to be as beloved and treated well as possible, so if anyone does anything to threaten that, it's going to start stan wars on which characters suck the most for hurting our faves. my faves are art and tashi, so of course my takes are going to be ones that favor them and serve them the best in the long run.

anyway, if anyone's still reading this wall of yapping, i hope i was able to express myself in a way that didn't whack ALL patrick stans and ALL parts of the challengers fandom because again, i know it's not everyone who does this. at the end of the day, my opinion means nothing because i'm a stranger on the internet who spends my day yapping about people who aren't real. i truly hope this doesn't get people riled up sldkfjlsdkjflsd

#answered #fandom things

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astramthetaprime · 6 months ago

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It’s Sunday morning the 5th of January 2025 as I write this, and here at my computer in East Tennessee I’m looking out at the depthless Ganzfeld effect of a completely overcast sky. The trees are entirely bare of leaves now and I swear most of them are a six inch thick mat across my entire yard. We’re expecting just snow flurries at most here, followed by rain. A huge swath of the rest of the country is already getting dumped on with snow and ice, a lot of it. But true to form this little pocket of the Appalachians is once again missing the main event.

I’m not complaining, mind you. Everytime I catch myself starting to complain I remind myself of the Blizzard of ‘93 and I shut the hell up. I am perfectly happy going through this in my warm and comfy house rather than sleeping four nights on a cold concrete floor at a Red Cross shelter after trekking on foot past several downed trees and through fifteen inches of snow to go check on an elderly friend. I AM PEFECTLY HAPPY HERE.

I spent those four days playing solitaire with my Tarot deck. I may have damned well doomed Western civilization with the magical implications of that blizzard. Let’s not go there again, shall we?

Speaking of …

I haven’t spoken much regarding my religious underpinnings. I like to avoid loaded topics such as politics and religion. I sort of gathered growing up that speaking of such things in mixed company was impolite at best and inadvisable in the extreme at worst. I cannot recall ever hearing my mother say anything at all about politics – not who she voted for or why, not about current or historical events, nothing. Religion was different, in her later years we spoke quite a bit since she was very involved in her church, the same church I grew up in. She taught adult Sunday school, owned at least a dozen different versions of the Bible, and really seriously got into doing research in that area. By then I was firmly Buddhist and she might bring up a topic she’d been studying and I might have something related I knew from the Buddha or a verse from the Dhammapada, so that was nice. But we were always both very careful not to offend.

I’ve been several different religions in the course of my life, seeking for my truths. But finally I found the Buddha and put my stakes in the ground in his camp, so to speak. It’s the only religion I’ve ever found that was centered on actual human experience, actual human suffering. It doesn’t make promises that rely on pie-in-the-sky magical thinking that has no concrete way to prove. The Buddha does not ask people to believe in an afterlife – the reincarnation angle is actually optional. Sure, believe it if you want, it’s another set of reasons and dimensions in the Dharma. But it’s not necessary. Believe in the here and now, and prove to yourself in your own life that there is a way out of suffering. Follow the Eightfold Path because it’s a good way to live a human life, a good way to question yourself, and a good way to help others.

We are what we think, all that we are arises from our own thoughts, with our thoughts we make the world …

As I said, I took a bit of a road to get there, though. Part of that road, I was Pagan.

And I went full nine yards on it, as you do in your 20’s. Pentacle jewelry, a Thor’s hammer pendent, a hematite pet rock, candles, knives, incense, dozens of books, attempting to whack a friend’s enemy by casting spells naked at midnight. Honestly it’s a wonder someone didn’t convince me to try graverobbing.

But after five years or so, I started to question.

Why did nothing work? Nothing in my life was being solved, I cast spell after spell asking for answers from the Allfather, I appealed to Lady Freya herself for healing and help. Everything I found was no older than the early 1970’s. There was no fellowship, no friends in the faith. There was nothing behind it all. In the end, the gods were nothing but names and a lot of wasted money and time. I was back where I started, with nothing.

I don’t remember now when I first encountered the actual teachings of the Buddha. It sort of seeped into my life, trickling in like the slow drip of rain from a blade of grass. Here was a religion based on entirely different premises from every other religion I’d ever known. It was the story of a man who started out at the top of his society, hounded by questions into giving up his life of privilege to seek real answers. When he got those answers, the gods themselves begged him to teach the world.

The answers he found are relevant today as they were in his time. Humans haven’t changed since his day two and a half millenia ago. We’re still dumb as boxes of rocks when it comes to knowing ourselves. Human suffering originates in human thoughts. Our perceptions, our motivations, our actions are all engendered by our thoughts. So, change your thoughts and you change your world. Stay vigilant of your thoughts to make those changes real and permanent. Help others in real ways, because we’re all alone in this world and we all need help one way or another.

The Way is real, it’s tangible, it makes tangible changes for the better in measurable ways, person to person, day to day.

The little book that was my first Buddhist text is with me still. Tattered from living in my messenger bag for all these years, but with me still along with the little copy of the Dhammapada that goes with it. I’ve read and listened to and watched a myriad of teachings since then, and at the moment I’d say I’m more drawn to the Tibetan side of things that the Zen I started with. I used to sit meditation with a group here in town, but Covid ended that. It was the only group in town – it’s the South, and weird Asian religions get a lot of suspicion here. But you don’t need a group of people to watch your own thoughts.

I can sit here at my computer, looking out at a gray sky slashed with bare trees.

I can watch my worries and anticipation of the results of my ADHD assessment – tomorrow afternoon I’ll know if I’ve been upgraded to AuDHD.

I can hold my own mental hand through thoughts of my parents and how I wish they were here.

I can be, just be, with myself and the world.

But if you’re wondering, I do still have that pet rock.

#buddhism #actually autistic #autism #meditation #paganism #wiccan

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tecceran · 11 months ago

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Hi Tech!!! For the music ask game, 1, 9, 10, and/or 23 :D

hello fish!! thank you for the ask!! <3

also i’m doing two for all of these because i’m indecisive, want to talk about more music, and then i can do one pjsk/vocaloid related and one otherwise. and they’re in whack order because that’s the order i answered them in.

(also strap in, this got long lol)

★ 10: A song that makes you sad

▸ one more light - linkin park

just the fact that the whole message of the song seems to be “stay alive. there’s always someone out there that cares for you. *i* care for you.” but knowing the circumstances of chester bennington’s death, this song always hits me particularly hard.

▸ cinema - ayase (YOASOBI) - performed by vivid bad squad

right off the bat had to put cinema. the blorbo feels are real. every time i read the lyrics while listening to it i want to cry (or i do cry). akito shinonome what have you done to me. (told me there’s always hope is what he did. look at him. he gave me bittersweet hope.)

★ 23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

to me there’s two ways to read this prompt. “i think everybody should listen to this because i’m obsessed with it” and then there’s “i think this is a good song for everybody to listen to”

first option ▸ “ÅMARA (the great intelligence)” - sasakure.UK!!!!!!!

i have fallen in love with the otherworldly sound and the sci-fi/post-future visuals of the MV. also miku and kaito just sound beautiful. i do appreciate very realistic vsyth tuning, but i also really like when composers lean in to the inherent electronic sound to produce something that feels incomplete when sung by humans. however i would say the MV calls for a minor body horror warning and an eye contact warning!

second option ▸ “a symptom of being human” - shinedown

shinedown is a solidly “dad rock” band, but because of my dad it’s very special to me. also i am a huge sucker for any song that’s message is “we’re all human. we’re all a little weird, but we’re all still people.“ even if it’s a little cringe i still always love it. i think everyone feels at some point like they’re somehow different than everyone else, an alien, an outsider, broken somehow. so i love any song that says “that’s OK. we have differences. but we are all still humans, and we all deserve to find happiness and peace of mind because of that.”

★ 1: A song you like with a color in the title

▸ white rabbit - egypt central

gonna be honest, i don’t know anything else by this band. think this is kinda their one big hit

▸ close to gray / infinitely grey / kagirinaku haiiro e - surii - performed by nightcord at 25:00 / 25-ji, nightcord de.

shinonome siblings’ comms never miss let me tell you. they’re also literally both me. like i relate to ena in many ways. both shinonomes mean so much to me </3

★ 9: A song that makes you happy

▸ upside down - set it off

this song is like whatever the reverse of personification is for a silly little guy. it’s a little dumb and dorky but the stupidly upbeat protagonist never fails to make me smile because it’s so hilariously optimistic. i know a lot of set it off fans (at least the ones i know irl) prefer their heavier albums (and i’m really happy with the singles they’ve been putting out since they got away from that label) but upside down always feels to me like the band themself wanted to experiment more with making lighter music, rather than them being pushed that direction by the label (which i feel happened somewhat with elsewhere)

▸ wah wah world - giga and mitchie m - performed by hatsune miku, minori hanasato, and azusawa kohane

this song is also very silly and fun. it perfectly fits minori and kohane to me. two cute girls with a lot of determination and a bit of an “edgy” side! it’s also way better than sekai (the song). sorry but it’s true idk how it happened

#tech.answering #tech.speaking #ask.game #fish.creating

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myalchod · 9 months ago

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Greetings!

It is I, your mysterious HEX anon! 🌝

I bring with me a small list of questions and a batch of freshly baked pumpkin pastries to share with some hot tea! 🫖🥧

Is there a particular winter solstice tradition that you find interesting?

How do you imagine Farah, Luna, Saul and Andreas spend a typical winter solstice night? (Not all together, although if you imagine any of them spending it together that also counts, but I was more interested on your take of them on their own)

What are some of your favorite savoury and sweet winter delicacies?

Stay frosty!☃️

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! 💙 I’m sorry this one took me a bit to reply to; things have been trying over here and I wanted to give these questions the proper response they deserve. Which means yes, time for another essay. Let me just pour myself some tea first … and a cup for you, dearest HEX anon. 🍵

Winter solstice traditions: my favourite of all is probably the idea of lighting candles -- not necessarily to keep the dark at bay, but to give the sun a path to return on, if the distinction makes sense? I love the smells that have made their way over to Christmas, pine and spices and molten wax, because there’s something oddly soothing in them. For a while, I used to go to a concert by a local Celtic music ensemble every year on Solstice, and these two things were a part of it, so the combination of those and the music just feels right to me. In terms of interesting, though, the whole idea of the cycle of darkness and rebirth and the attendant hope returning with the sun is something I’ve always loved; winter is probably my favourite season, and there’s a sort of peace to that day.

I’m going to answer your last question next, because I have no idea how long I’m going to ramble on headcanons. So! Winter delicacies? My winter holiday is Hanukkah, which is the holiday of Delicious Fried Stuff: in my family we make latkes, of course (my personal favourite are half potato and half zucchini, with feta cheese added in), and often do sufganiyot (yeast-based jelly doughnuts), which in my family are usually filled with a homemade raspberry coulis and lightly dusted with powered sugar. There are a lot of non-Jewish holiday-related desserts that I like but cannot eat thanks to a later-in-life tree nut allergy (I miss homemade marzipan so much). Some years back, we started a family tradition of chlebíčky for New Year’s Eve, largely because they make good nibbling food for an evening of unspecified length; those and some kind of nibble-friendly sweet (last year I made blood orange scones) make the centre of my New Year’s spread. But if we’re not talking holidays specifically, my favourite thing about winter food is, hands down, Soup Season -- I love a good soup, and as the weather gets colder it’s the perfect excuse to make a pot. I’m not even particular about what kind, and often just whack together something that sounds good, but the snow days when I get to work from home, pot of soup bubbling on the stove and fresh bread rising so I can bake it with dinner, are the unequivocal best.

And now to the one that takes a lot more thinking …

Luna is the easiest of the four to address, I think: whether as queen or before as crown princess, she’d have obligations to take care of on the Solstice. Solaria hosts an annual ball, which is part of its obligation as the preeminent kingdom but also because they’re the freaking sun kingdom hello. There are a number of solstice traditions that lean into the idea of the light and dark in combat, and I think that would play into the traditions and superstitions -- picturing the ballroom brilliantly lit up, candles and chandeliers ablaze, from the moment the sun descends and all through the night, culminating in some big ritual to welcome the sun back at dawn. When she was younger she could snatch moments to herself during the ball, but now that she’s the queen, there’s no hiding, and since Luna in my head is an introvert, it is completely and utterly exhausting for her, and she’ll usually take whatever time she can for solitude and quiet afterwards. I’m not even sure why, but I’m picturing a superstition about the use of magic during the time between dusk and dawn -- as in ‘don’t use it or you’ll call to/empower the darkness’, though perhaps it’s the sort of superstition that is often disregarded these days. IDK, it’s one of those things I would or wouldn’t play with depending on my mood, not something I’m wedded to notionally.

In my head, Saul has a farmboy background, and so he would have older-feeling country traditions he’d keep as best he can, even during the war years. Traditional foods, whatever those are (breads and sweets of some form, I think), but moreso a communal meal shared in warmth and candlelight at the centre. A fire is built up to last through the night, and you cast into the flame something you want to leave in the dark of the old year -- literal, symbolic, or otherwise. The fire would usually have been built from the last growth of the fields along with wood, but that’s a part he’s left behind him. The world sleeps during winter, and so it’s also about rest and recovery. There’s always a sense of quiet to his observations, a bit sorrowful but also somewhat at peace despite that. He’d probably be the one bringing in cut greenery (assuming Ben and/or Rose weren’t), from a tradition of keeping something alive to remind you of what follows the dark and the cold, too? Out of all of them, I can see Saul being the one to bring the holidays in on some level while the battalion is in the field -- like, yes, the enemy doesn’t give a fuck about the holidays, but he does, so he’d figure out something. When he starts raising Sky, he would make a point to bring Eraklyan traditions into his home, giving the boy that part of his heritage even if it means compromising some of what he would ordinarily do.

Speaking of Eraklyan traditions: I don’t know that I have a picture in my head of what they are, but with Eraklyon being the Fighty Kingdom I feel like they’d really lean into the light-battling-darkness part of the holiday, in a way very different from what Solaria does. Solaria holds balls; Eraklyon has tournaments and trials conducted in the darkness, where the stars and whatever there is of the moon are your only light, and the sunrise ceremonial involves crowning the victors and feasts. Or something like that, IDEK, but in that sort of a vein. Andreas, away from home, would try to keep part of this but I think he’d have some trouble figuring out how; maybe as a student he spends the night out in some part of the school where the light doesn’t reach, doing sword drills relentlessly until dawn, or setting up some sort of tournament with other Eraklyan specialists and others who are interested. Whatever the tradition, I feel like it matters to him to keep them as a point of pride. Later on, raising Beatrix, he draws on those traditions, but he’s also aware that he’s raising a fairy and so his own traditions aren’t the whole of it, and he’d draw on a bit of what he learned from those around him -- from Rosalind, from Farah, from Ben (and Rose) and maybe even a little bit of Luna depending on one’s thoughts of how she fit in with them (or didn’t) socially, but in his own slightly off-kilter “I don’t remember exactly what or why so I’m going to make up a little”. (I feel like Bea would appreciate a good bonfire somehow, so that definitely makes its way in. She also definitely learns the most inappropriate Eraklyan soldier versions of any seasonal holiday tunes that there are from a very early age. Is it because Andreas can’t remember the other words? Entirely possible.)

And now I’m picturing Ben, Andreas, and Saul all making paper snowflakes with their respective kids and pasting them to the windows and feeling a bit sad. Whoops.

Farah … hmm. I’m really of two minds about this, because I can’t decide if she’d treat it much like any other day, or if she’d lean into some of the traditions. As Headmistress, she would absolutely be obligated to attend the Solarian ball (Saul almost always accompanies her, on the logic of ‘if you must be miserable the least I can do is try to make it better’). When younger, I think she’d brush off a lot of the traditions she grew up with as superstition, particularly if she’s echoing Rosalind’s sentiments -- she’d enable those around her to their traditions because they’re her friends and it’s important to them, but the beliefs are a bit silly -- sure, the magic of the natural world is quieter, but that doesn’t mean anything, it’s a cycle like anything else. Which I suppose means later, in her efforts to be the anti-Rosalind, she would lean into Solarian tradition, and if Saul or Ben invite her into their own celebrations (which I think they would) then she’d take part, but I’m not sure she’s ever really thought about what she’d do, given the complete freedom to observe it however she wants. I do think the quiescence of Alfea itself in that season, and of the natural world as a whole, unsettles her more than she wants to admit for reasons she’s never quite managed to articulate, and so she’d reach for comfort -- fire, friendship, familiarity? Which is possibly the most non-answer of an answer, but somehow my best beloved blorbo has also been the most difficult here so my apologies!

I have no idea if any of that helps you in the least, and I apologise for the amount of time this took and the positively ridiculous length of rambling. Looking forward to your next visit, my dear! 💙

#ftwsholidayexchange #asked and answered #headcanon #luna of solaria #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #farah dowling

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multicohn · 11 months ago

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summary: you come to his last game as the starting fullback

warnings: none

pairing: fem! reader x sualauvi fa’alogo

genre: fluff

face claim: no one

author note: a sua imagine before gta6 is a bit insane ngl… ( writing this to distract myself from the news about logan sargeant )

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round fifteen would be sua’s last game as fullback since ryan papenhuyzen got the all clear from the doctors and will be back next round. although, he was upset about going back to sitting on the bench, sua quickly remembered that his girlfriend had a few days off from work and perked up at the thought of her being in the stands to cheer him on.

[ incoming facetime from sua 💞💞 ]

y/n quickly picked up the phone and placed it against her laptop.

“hey, babe” sua rolled onto his stomach as y/n typed away, she was quickly getting everything done before they flew over to new zealand for his game

“hi, baby. how was training?” his immediate response was to groan before burying his head into the pillow. y/n has heard all the stories about how intense his coach can be — don’t get him wrong, sua is grateful for being put in the fullback position, but craig bellamy is harsh.

“don’t remind me, how’s work?”

“almost finished, have you showered?” sua raised his eyebrow with a teasing smile that made y/n roll her eyes

“i’m going to hang up”

sua just laughed

“we’re leaving wednesday morning, right?” y/n asked, quickly glancing towards her phone to see sua hum

“yeah, straight to training when we land though” the couple frowned simultaneously at not having time to spend together since he would be busy training and doing team stuff — sua said he could lie and say he wasn’t feeling well, but y/n worried that his coach might find out and bench him for the game

“have you packed?” sua froze at her question and y/n could sigh

“give me a few minutes and i’ll be over”he cheered loudly before getting yelled at by his roommate to be quiet

“WELL, SORRY FOR BE HAPPY ABOUT MY AMAZING AND LOVING GIRLFRIEND COMING OVER, NOT LIKE YOU CAN RELATE” sua yelled back and quickly got up to lock his door upon hearing footsteps make their way towards his room

“see you soon, babe” he kissed the camera making her roll her eyes, but y/n couldn’t stop the smile that crossed her lips

“see you soon”

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it was late, cold, and rainy: a perfect saturday night for some footy in auckland.

since sua was training from the early morning to the late night, they could only spend a little time together. y/n wasn’t bothered by it since she loved cuddling with him and watching tv, but sua wished they could explore together instead of having to leave her for his teammates.

y/n yawned as she entered the change room since sua had to leave earlier and tried to convince her to accompany him, but she refused in order to get more sleep. y/n looked around before quickly spotting her boyfriend who was talking with eliesa katoa. the older male saw her approaching which made sua turn around since eliesa was no longer looking at him and smiled once he saw that it was his girlfriend.

“hey” he kissed her instantly which caused teasing words to leave the mouths of his teammates, but sua just ignored them and focused on his girlfriend who wore a storm shirt over her hoodie

“you’re wearing mine, right?” y/n turned silently for him to see the ‘fa’alogo’ printed on the back

“good, gotta use to it since it’ll be yours soon” he leaned into kiss her again, but was stopped by his captain — harry grant

“going a bit quick, aye?”

sua shrugged before answering, “when we make it to the final rounds, imma propose”

sua has been clear about his goals and proposing to y/n after a big game ( that they would hopefully win ) has always been one of them. harry’s eyes widened and everyone turned towards sua in surprise.

“don’t say that” she whacked him making sua gasp

“babe, i gotta play soon”

“i didn’t even hit you hard!”

“yeah, it did! look! you even left a mark!”

“there’s nothing there!”

the couple bickered which made the other players chuckle, some reminiscing about their own relationships while others sighed in hopes of being in a playful relationship like there’s.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

throughout the sea of green, blue, and white was y/n in her purple poncho. the warrior fans were very admirable and y/n couldn’t help but find herself lost in the crowd and cheered for them too before sitting back down in shame. the other family members that had came in support laughed as she pulled down her hood.

sua wasn’t doing too bad, but he hadn’t scored yet and upon seeing his face as he went back onto the field filled her with worry about what craig bellamy could’ve said since going into halftime and being only six points up wasn’t exactly ideal for them. however, with marcelo montoya being sin-binned not far into the second half definitely seemed to boost their confidence.

y/n stood up from her seat and cheered loudly at seeing sua score. she bounced up and down, but stopped once she saw him slowly walk back while clutching his side.

“must’ve landed wrong” someone said and y/n hoped he didn’t get too hurt

the game progressed with dallin watene-zelezniak also getting sin-binned and joined marcelo montoya since he still had at least three minutes left before re-joining the field. xaiver scored not longer after dallin went off which put the storm up further, but when they came back on, it didn’t take marcelo long to score and y/n worried about the warriors coming back within the remaining few minutes. she’s aware that it can happen and silently prayed for a miracle to stop them.

she didn’t think the miracle would be her boyfriend.

“GO SUA!” y/n yelled out with her hands cupped around the side of her mouth as she watched him dodge the other players

thankfully, he scored like a normal person and didn’t come with a potential injury. she sighed in relief before clapping excitedly.

as sua walked back to join his teammates, he looked up at the camera and showed one of the names that he had written on his wrist tape — “y/n” it read with a heart which he kissed before pointing over at the stands. y/n smiled as the camera focused on her before quickly turning around to show that the shirt she’s wearing had his last name printed on it.

the warriors went for a short kick, but it didn’t end well for them and with the siren blaring in the back they knew it was over and that the storm won. y/n clapped for both teams before slowly making her way down to the change room

footsteps and chatter echoed through the hallway and the players were met with their families who were also waiting to congratulate them.

“good game, baby” sua leaned down to kiss her lightly before dropping into the chair next to her with a bottle of water in his hand

“your side okay?” she giggled lightly at the question and sua looked at her in disbelief

“babe! i was really hurt!”

“you shouldn’t have done that then”

“i practiced!”

“obviously not enough” he gasped in offensive and y/n just shook her head

it went silent between them, but it was far from being uncomfortable. y/n knew sua would be feeling tired yet somehow still energetic and exhilarated. she leaned her hooded head into his shoulder and it didn’t take long to feel the weight of his head on top of hers.

“thank for coming” he whispered

“anytime” she whispered back

#nrl #rugby #rugbyleague #storm #melbourne #melbourne storm #fa’alogo #faalogo #sualauvi fa'alogo #sualauvi faalogo #sua fa’alogo #sua faalogo #nz #new zealand #x reader #footy

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wanderinglotus7 · 1 year ago

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WAITING Season

Hello friends, it seems like forever since I actually posted something on here other than some photos and videos of a few trips I've taken. Your girl has been struggling, even drowning. Yet, I'm still standing! My physical health has been my greatest enemy lately. Without retelling my whole journey- because that gets exhausting- I have updates. So, back in 2022 I was diagnosed with PCOS and most of my symptoms stem from hormonal imbalances. From there I had many lab tests conducted and a few of them repeated which sucked. However, I'm happy that Dr. S was being cautious and doing everything she could before any major decisions would have to be made. At the beginning of 2024, I found out that my body is overproducing the stress hormone cortisol. Late March, a MRI scan revealed that I have a tiny noncancerous tumor located on my pituitary gland (located in the center of my brain). This tumor pressing on this gland is the root cause of my body overproducing the cortisol and throwing my body out of whack. The remedy is surgery. June 7th I met with a pituitary gland specialist doctor and surgeon. Along with PCOS, I was diagnosed with Cushings Disease which is related to the cortisol. They both said that if the surgery is successful all of my symptoms should go away for good. Thank you Jesus! Before I can schedule the actual surgery, I have to get a vision exam (June 27th) and a CT scan (July 1st). Each person is different but the recovery process should take about 3 months.

This is a sucky way of getting an extended vacation from work. A sucky way of escaping from Boston for awhile. I keep reminding myself and telling others that I'm bless to have health insurance to help with my medical expenses. I'm bless that all my specialty care (with the PCOS clinic & Pituitary Gland clinic) is under the same medical system-Beth Israel which I'm an employee at BIDMC. Nobody wants a tumor, but I'm bless that it's small & isn't cancer. I'm bless that I'm young because I can probably recover better compared to someone of an older age. I'm just BLESSED!!!!! Also, I've been receiving lots of support from the Adelante & CVPR team once I decided to share my story with some folks from work. My supervisor Cynthia has been really supportive, and I think I even made her cry one day when I was giving her updates on my appointments (sorry). On the other hand, I've had mixed reactions from family & friends that are aware of my situation. Another reminder that I'm really out here in Boston by myself. Not only that but this situation has shown me people's true colors. I don't need people in my life who disappear and go silent on me when I need them the most. Time to say Good-bye to those people. I don't need energy leeches in my life.

Going away to SC & VA gave me the space I needed to accept the fact I have PCOS & a tumor. Honestly, I've been numb about this whole reality and just coasting emotionally because I'm still trying to process my emotions and getting frustrated with people keep asking me how I'm feeling. I can't provide a answer if I don't have a answer for myself. The funny thing is about a week or two weeks before SC, I had a total mental breakdown over everything that's going on in my life. Caroline really came thru that day! I'm bless to have her as a friend. It was nice to have someone genuinely listen to me in that moment and didn't ask anything from me which is completely new and foreign to me. There is a reason why God places certain people into our lives at a particular time. I felt so much better after our conversation. That conversation has helped me have some tough conversations with some people and in combination with a writing prompt from my poetry class. I can identify those who make up my village and are truly my friends.

WHAT IS HOME? I'm still trying to figure out what home means to me and what home looks like. I mentioned this to my Grandmother, and what she shared with me finally clicked. Home is where you feel loved. Ding dong this is why Boston doesn't feel like home. Yes, I have a support system here, but it's not the type of love I'm searching for myself. Boston isn't conducive to the future I envision and pray for myself. Like Bobbie said to me this morning, "I'm trying to find where I belong". In my heart, I know I don't belong in Boston or even in MA. I belong somewhere else and that somewhere maybe in NC or somewhere else (who knows). I love my family, but I know Gloucester isn't my forever either though Gloucester, like Thailand, will always have a special place in my heart.

Boston has really tested my strength & patience. 8/7/24 will be 4 years since I moved here from Gloucester. I might be here for another two years because I'm determined to earn my LICSW which I can start preparing for the clinical exam next year. So, I should earn my license in 2026. From there, I can go anywhere! Boston has given me the opportunity to achieve my academic dreams/goals. Because of Boston College my first internship with Amirah open the door for me to be working with Adelante. Adelante has been my gateway into my involvement within the Anti-Human Trafficking movement. However working for BIDMC makes it feel like I'm working two jobs instead of one. I'm a social work advocate with Adelante. I'm a clinical social worker/advocate for the Center for Violence Prevention & Recovery. One side of my job shows me what I like about my job (Adelante). The other side of my job shows me what I don't like about my job (CVPR). Hopefully during my recovery time, God will provide me with the answers I'm looking for related to my career after I earn my LICSW. I still would like a hybrid work model, do counseling & advocacy, but not work in a medical center and not be On-call. In an ideal world, I would like to have a manageable work/life balance where I can work in a bookstore and on the side either be a counselor for those 13 to 25 years-old or be a supervisor/mentor for young professionals in the social work field.

In the bigger picture, I’m ready for a change in scenery. I’m ready to live in my own apartment or live in my first little starter home like a two bedroom. I’m sick of living with roommates. I’m tired of feeling like I’m living on top of other people. I’m tired of living in such a crowded space. I want my personal space back! I want to be able to either sit on my front porch or in my backyard without feeling like my space is being intruded on or cannot enjoy the peace & quiet. I want to be closer to nature without having to live in the middle of nowhere. I want a good combination between the city and country life but not live in the suburbs. At 27, I’m ready to settle down. I’m ready to enjoy a slower pace of life. The freedom to enjoy my cup of tea, reading & writing, maintain a career while enjoying being a wife & mother.

I told myself before 2023 ended, I’m going to invest more into myself from my physical health to my emotional health to my creative life. I slacked a bit between April and May, but I’ve been able to lose some weight. I’m 5lbs away from my summer goal. I had a few hiccups but I’ve found peace with my relationship/breakup with my ex and my mental health is at baseline (no panic attacks). These poetry workshops I’m attending have been therapeutic and are a nice distraction from my world. A healthy avenue to channel my art and release any stress in my life. Also, I’m learning and gaining so much skills to improve as a writer and a poet. It was a disguised blessing that Mariposa didn’t become a finalist in the Button Poetry chapbook contest, but it was for the best. I realized I wasn’t truly finished writing my story until I released that piece of myself that was holding on to Erik. I’m proud of myself for setting and being firm with my boundaries in all aspects of my life!

My path may look a little different now, but the destination remains and looks the same. I’m still going to Jamaica next July (2025). I’m looking forward to attending Caroline’s wedding. In honor of my Granddaddy, I’m getting a Bluejay tattoo because he has been my protector since he passed away. I’m looking forward to publishing Mariposa. I’m emotionally prepared to enter my next relationship. I’m still growing my relationship with God and doing my best to live like Christ. I’m taking control over my life!

#pcosjourney #personal growth #creativity #writers and poets #black poets matter #patience #slow living #soft girl era #community #love

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eventheodds · 7 months ago

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She knows a burger won’t be enough for him. She’s seen his appetite—not just for doughnuts, but for pretty much any food he was able to get his hands on. Having done more research into Plants and Independents, it would make sense for Vash to consume more than a normal human could given his ability to dispel that much energy.

But she doesn’t have an everflowing stream of money she can dip into whenever she feels like, and these days payments are made by bartering goods and services.

Maurice looks up at the order for a banana sundae and even though no one can see his face behind the cloud of steam while he’s cooking away a never-ending line of meals for people coming and going, he smiles as he recognizes that order being placed—at least for whom.

Just so, Maurice’s replacement comes in to pick up the slack before the main cook goes home—but not before he leaves the kitchen and, before Meryl can answer Vash’s question about condiments and toppings, he wedges himself in front of their table.

“Order anything you want on the menu, Miss Stryfe. You an’ Miss Thompson really helped me out an’ it’s the least I can do. But I’ll get you that burger and sundae he ordered for ya. ‘S’on the house, buddy,” he says as he turns to Vash. “Any friend o’ Miss Stryfe is a friend o’ mine.”

It’s not a big diner and the other patrons look behind them, one even asking, in a mocking tone, where his free food is, and Maurice, as he’s turning to go back into the kitchen, makes a gesture like he’s about to whack the guy on the back of the head with his hand. Others share a quick laugh before the atmosphere resumes its usual ambiance.

“Yeah…we helped him set this place up. Rather, Milly did. I think it was because she wanted someplace to eat that could make her favourite foods that weren’t just pastries.” She looks down at the menu again and tries to think what Vash will order now that he’s been given free reign over everything—at least related to food.

“We shouldn’t get too carried away because—” Someone she doesn’t recognize approaches their table with a giant circular tray laden with plates of food and drinks—and two banada sundaes with all the trimmings—and Meryl looks around the dinette as others also look at them and their full table. It starts off with feeling a bit embarrassed, but that soon turns into apprehension as multiple pairs of eyes are focused on them and the last thing she needs is for someone to recognize Vash.

A few tense moments play out where she is holding her breath, but nothing comes of it and as the ambiance settles once more, Meryl deflates with a sigh of relief.

None of this stuff looks like it would keep for an extended period of time. Still, she’s able to put the tunnels out of her mind when she eyes the sundae and pulls the dish towards her. There’s at least seven other plates, their portions way more than she could ever eat, but Meryl suspects that this is completely fine for Vash.

“I’ll have this and one of the burgers. You…can have the rest,” she says and scoops a bite of banana and ice cream onto a spoon and eats it. It’s been a while since she’s had something this delectable and this sweet. Rations that were mostly tomas jerky were what she lived on during those weeks looking for him.

The fries are cut evenly and fried to a perfect golden; she picks one up and dips one end into the ice cream and takes a bite. “Try this,” she says with more enthusiasm than would be necessary, like she’s discovered something entirely novel. She holds a fry with a dollop of ice cream at the end to Vash, urging him to take it before the ice cream melts and makes a mess everywhere.

Lately he’s grown tired of being the center of attention. Cramped into a motor carriage for hours, it feels like they can’t escape the topic. His dinner plans, his bounty, his future plans, his ‘get your boots off my dashboard!!!’ Meryl didn’t seem to much like his joke about photosynthesis either. Plants. Photosynthesis. He thought it was funny.

They’re overdue for a change of pace, at any rate.

“You’ve been driving all day,” Vash remarks, wise enough not to push the discussion further after Meryl invites herself along for his planned excursion into the network of tunnels that stretched out below their feet. Lucky for Zazie, they get to see two familiar faces on the same day.

Vash does not realize how truly ravenous for food he was until they’ve seated themselves and really started looking at the menus laid out beneath the protective layer of plastic. Interlocking his fingers and placing his hands primly over the mouthwatering thumbnails of chicken-fried steaks, burgers, and malted shakes of various flavors, Vash nods dutifully. Only little granules of sand live in his wallet now. To open and gaze upon the emptiness would fill him with unspeakable despair.

No waiter comes up to greet them, but Vash can see the cook bustling back and forth behind a curtain of steam between the window of the counter and a hanging ribbon of tickets. The counter itself isn’t even really a counter so much as a series of randomly assorted crates stacked on top of each other.

Their fellow patrons yell out their orders to an affirming grunt from the chef. Food is bussed out quickly and shoveled down waiting gullets just as quickly.

People file in, order, eat, and file out in charmingly efficient rotations.

Much to do about a growing town. He and Meryl have a moment to enjoy themselves without worrying about the local gossip stirring up trouble.

“Both. Both are good. And the burger too.” He dare not ask for more. Before Meryl has the opportunity to place her coin purse under further duress, Vash slings an arm around the back of his chair and waves at the cook. “A banana sundae, please! With caramel and fudge sauce! Oh, and a burger platter too, if you don’t mind!”

Vash quickly turns back to Meryl. “I forgot! Do you want everything on it? Pickles? Onions? I could take or leave mustard…”

#you stun me with your smile and all you bring. — angelictyphoon.#angelictyphoon #verse: love is a miracle.#[ stardate: 0114+ ]

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whatacartouchebag · 2 years ago

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For the fic ask! Are there any fics you reread regularly, your own or others? Annnd what's something you've learned doing research for a fic? :D

(clicking the button to send an ask and seeing "kaibaman demands a sacrifice" has me cackling btw)

I'm... actually pretty bad about rereading other people's fics unless there's a specific itch I need scratching OTL Feel like I spend a lot more time rereading my own, but then again I'm such a horrible stickler for editing and proofreading. For longer fics, like Reason or Thistles, I'll tend to have nearly up to two chapters in written in reserve before posting a current chapter, because I'm going over them so often and want to catch any continuity issues or little things before they do go up.

As for research... kind of a mixed bag! I have a background in veterinary nursing and horticulture, so being able to adapt and apply that into writing helps a lot (ie, any medical or biology things that have popped up in Reason or other fics, or any of the herbology bits in Thistles).

I know when I wrote the scene with Pietro discussing Qrow's ring in Reason, I did have to do a bit of digging into metal conductivity to find out if silver was non corrosive to the point of being used in electronics lmao. Otherwise it's usually fact checking simple things, like getting a proper recipe for the drink in Broken Seeds, or looking up symptoms of a centipede bite in Clouded, or what kind of metal polish and leather conditioning treatment can be used on weapons for a chapter of Crystalline.

So yeah! Hope that helps answer both of those :D

#and hrgdfjs i'd forgotten my old ask page name help #renabe4life #writing #Cart writes #Fair Game #since a good whack of this answer relates to them #and gods i hope the sheer amount of links doesn't bork the ask skjhdkj

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i think it’s kind of interesting with the hexside tracks convo. i actually think construction magic is the only coven-specific type of magic we’ve ever seen hunter do? with that big earth fist he whacked amity with in eclipse lake. i don’t know if that would be an argument for or against him taking it as a class, but i feel like everything else we’ve ever seen him do is like,, not tied to a coven besides that one spell

(this is related to this old post but i put the answer in my drafts and the option of posting it vanished from my memory lmao)

tbh that IS true, i forgor it can be technically considered construction magic kxjsjks

i feel like there are so many spells and different "sub magic types" and magic courses that are kinda unclear which track they'd be taught at or where they fall under, especially since there are some tracks/magic types that we've only seen used in a very general way; like construction or oracle. we've seen manyyyy possibilities for some tracks, like abomination (like what darius vs alador vs amity can do, how differently it can be used) or bard (how at first glance it just feels like a "yeah we use instruments to fight and do spells" but then we also find out how much you can truly do with it and how much actually falls under bard magic through raine) or illusions (everything that gus, and graye, have been shown to do) etc. but some tracks/covens we have really just been kinda... shown from a very surface level lol

hell, i still wonder why anyone would ever choose a potion coven in a world during belos' reign, where you have to choose to only have one magic type, because... from all we've seen it seems like in order to make potions you don't really need any magic (having magic can help but it's not necessarily needed) so what magic DO you get??? you have to get something (maybe magic that can assist you in making potions?) but we have no clear idea what. also considering how oftentimes potion-making is also tied in with other magic types (like plants or healing or beast-keeping) it almost feels like it should be a sub-type of each magic or an addition rather than its own thing. BUT KXJSHSK YEAH like, we don't know! i wish it was more clearly fleshed out in the show.

there's also the fact that now that belos is gone, the society is able to take back their culture and history and practices that were lost to time and as we can see in the epilogue they're actively working on making the boiling isles less... belos-influenced. they're working on that process of decolonization and it's going to be a long LOOONG while until traces of belos' impact completely disappear, but there are already clear changes. the sky is clear again (just like it was in the "savage ages" - a contrast to the pollution we see in the emperor's coven era), palismen are being carved again and palistroms are coming back from being endangered, selkidomus is doing good, the once a police precinct in latissa is now a hospital and the hostile architecture around it (the spikes) is gone, there's now a way to remove sigils and everyone is free to pursue whatever they want. the society is healing. etc.

and covens, magic being split into these clear subtypes- was not ever really something natural. like yeah, there ARE magic types that seem very clearly "thematic" like you can very clearly separate bard magic from plant magic, and a witch can be naturally skilled in a particular thing (like willow or gus) but there are also some spells that overlap and some that seemingly don't fit into any covens at all. belos made up covens in order to limit witches' bodily autonomy and control their abilities, in order to seem more powerful and to create this structure of power. so i imagine that if you are in a coven, in any coven, there are spells that don't quite fit any of them, or some that fit all.

i. ngl i completely derailed the ask and forgot where i was going with this LMAO but yeah

#but yeah i feel like technically even if hunter had 'done' a construction-type spell it's not sth he's like Specifically interested in #BUT he's also interested in magic in general so i'm guessing it still Would be interesting to him to a degree #just not his main interest but some interest nonetheless! he'd be excited to try and learn what he can #nicole answers #Anonymous #my toh talk

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judeswhore · 4 years ago

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never have i ever - mason mount

in which an innocent game of never have i ever turns sour and mason just has to prove himself

the long awaited smut fic,,, i’m so sorry this took so long, the start was written but i just couldn’t finish the rest and i feel like this doesn’t live up to how much i made u all wait but anyway HERE WE ARE,,,, smut reqs are still closed so pls don’t send any in but enjoy ;)

warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f) receiving, semi?public sex, unprotected sex

“You all know the rules right?” Ben lounged back in his chair, bottle in hand after he’d just finished filling everyone’s cups with vodka and their mixer of choice. He let his gaze sweep the other five of you, you, Mason, Kai, Sophia and Ben’s girlfriend, Ella, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The six of you were on somewhat of a couples retreat in Greece and as it was nearing your last few nights away you’d decided to spend the evening in the comfort of your own private beach villa instead of hitting the clubs like you’d done for the past week. Ben, like the child he was, had suggested you all play beer related games, something he claimed wholeheartedly you just had to do since he’d missed out on playing them when he didn’t attend uni, and so you’d already been through beer pong and two rounds of suck and blow.

“Ben, we’ve all played Never Have I Ever before.” You rolled your eyes and snatched the bottle from him so you could add an extra dash of vodka to your cup. Mason raised his eyebrows from his seat opposite you but you just flashed him a smile, settling back in your seat.

Kai’s hand shot into the air. “I haven’t.”

“Yes you have, idiot, we played it on the plane back after the Super Cup.” Mason whacked the back of Kai’s hand to get him to lower it and Sophia grimaced in her boyfriend’s direction.

“You play games like that after matches?” Ben was the one who answered, shrugging his shoulders while watching her over the rim of his cup.

“Passes the time,” Ella was sitting on the arm of his chair and he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into his lap before continuing, his chin propped against her shoulder. “Anyway, someone says something they’ve never done before and if you’ve done it you drink, if you haven’t you don’t. Easy. Who’s going first?”

"Me," Ella shuffled in Ben's lap, swirling the liquid in her cup as she thought of her question, smirk rising on her lips and you knew immediately whatever she was going to ask was going to make for some very interesting conversations. "Never Have I Ever been to a strip club."

Your eyes instantly darted to Mason's and you shared an amused look before both drinking from the cup, your boyfriend shaking his head slightly at the giggle he knew you were trying to suppress. Kai and Ben awkwardly sipped from their cups, Ella and Sophia both raising their eyebrows in questioning manners.

“It was like one time.” Ben tried to argue which brought a scoff from Kai.

“Was not! You’ve been tonnes of times.”

“Oh and you haven’t?”

“No, I’ve only ever been because of stag do’s and stuff.” Kai was definitely trying to convince Sophia who just shook her head at him, cup jolting in his direction.

“Disgusting.” Her gaze suddenly slid to you and she looked a lot more interested in your answer than she did her own boyfriend’s. She propped her chin up on her fist. “You drank.”

“Me and Mase went together.” Your answer was nonchalant, the fact not that big of a deal but your friends gazes snapped between the two of you, all of them looking baffled.

“You went to a strip club together?” Ella echoed and you gave a little nod, peering down at the alcohol in your cup.

“We were drunk and thought it would be funny.” You sent Mason a playful pout that had him grinning softly. “Mason wouldn’t let me throw my money on the girls though.”

“That’s because you tried to throw all your money at them.”

“They were really good!” You let a little giggle slip and Mason shook his head, amusement clear in his eyes as you both remembered getting asked to leave the bar because your hollering was distracting the regulars. Ben pulled a face and waved his finger between the two of you.

“You’re both incredibly weird for that.”

You made it successfully through a bunch of questions, each one becoming more inappropriate than the last. You’d found out Ben was a sucker for skinny dipping, Ella had had more one night stands than she had fingers, Kai and Sophia weren’t ones to say no to public sex and Mason thought your arse was better than your boobs (something you’d already been well aware of). It had been going relatively smoothly, the only hiccup being Ella threatening to suffocate Ben if he ever thought about having a threesome, but Kai’s latest question put an end to that.

"Never Have I Ever had sex on the beach." You and Ben were the only one's to drink at that and you both shared a look, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you quickly shook your head.

"Not together!"

"I don't actually remember doing it, I just remember having sand everywhere the next morning." You snorted at this, more than amused at the thought of Ben trying it figure out how exactly sand got there. "What about you? Because Mase didn't drink." He pointed at you with his cup and you shrugged your shoulders.

"It was with my ex, we were on holiday and it seemed like a good idea." Ella leant forward and whacked your shoulder.

"Look at you go! I'd be way too scared someone would see us." You grinned a little and shook your head.

"It was like 2AM no one was around." You turned your head and caught Mason's eye, his brows drawn together in a frown, lips tugged down slightly.

"Looks like someone's given Y/N a better time than you, Mason. You're slacking." Mason's frown turned into a glare as he turned to Ben, clearly not happy with the teasing at all and you punched your friends shoulder at his words.

"Stop being ridiculous."

"I'm joking, Jesus, woman." He rubbed his arm as you turned back to face Mason but he'd taken to avoiding your gaze, opting instead to stare out at the ocean and it settled an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew Mason well enough to know he was upset but you weren't quite sure over what, the fact you'd had sex with someone on the beach who wasn't him, or Ben's jab, both of which really were ridiculous.

"Okay, Never Have I Ever worn my partner's underwear."

It was 2AM by the time everyone decided to call it a night, Ella and Ben, both tipsy and giggling, rushing off to their room with Ben's hands already starting to wander. Kai and Sophia muttered their own good nights before disappearing inside and then you and Mason were left alone, the latter staring blankly out towards the sea. You downed the last bit of vodka in your cup and then pushed yourself up, a half smile curling at your lips.

"You wanna go for a walk or something? I'm not really tired, we could go in the-"

"Was it good?" Mason interrupted you, voice low and somehow lacking that usual happy edge he always had. That and his question made you frown as he turned his head and met your gaze, an odd look on his face.

"Was what good?"

"The sex with your ex boyfriend."

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Well you seem to have some pretty happy memories of it." He took a swig from his cup, dark eyes on yours over the rim, a certain look in them that made your tummy flutter.

"It was just sex, Mason, and I don't tend to spend my time thinking about it now." Your boyfriend suddenly stood from his seat and made his way over to you, fingers reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear. He slowly dragged the tip of his pointer over your jaw, eyes following his own movements.

"Did he make you cum?" He leant in, lips hovering over your ear and you swallowed harshly, a hazy buzz filling your head. "Did he fuck you so good that his name was the only one you remembered? Until those pretty legs of yours shook but you were still begging him for more?" You dragged in a shaky breath, head turning to tilt into his hand, eyes falling closed. Mason clicked his tongue when you didn't answer and gripped your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back so you opened your eyes again and met his gaze. "Well?"

"No."

"No?" Mason cocked his head to the side, thumb tugging your bottom lip down slightly before he let it spring back into place. You shook your head, mesmerised by the look on Mason's face, a look you were certain you'd never seen before. "Hm, well, there's a perfectly good beach over there how about you let me make up for what he didn't do?" His lips ghosted over your cheek. "Let me fuck you so everyone on this island knows exactly who's better."

Mason had stolen a blanket from inside the villa and had settled it down on the sand when he'd found the perfect spot, hidden behind sand dunes in order to keep the both of you from being seen. He'd kept whispering in your ear as he led you down the beach, crude words and statements that had your cheeks flushing and your tummy fluttering, an overwhelming ache for him settling between your thighs. You knew somewhere in the back of your mind that having sex with Mason in such a public place wasn't the best idea but you'd caught sight of the tent in his shorts and that wicked gleam in his eye and you knew you wanted him to ruin you right in that moment.

You were kissing him before he'd even settled you completely on the blanket, one of his hands against the small of your back, the other pressed against the fabric as he lowered you down. Your fingers slid into his hair and you pulled him completely against you, your legs bending at the knee to trap him between them. The second he brushed his tongue over yours you bucked your hips against him but Mason was quick in gripping your hip, fingers pressing you down.

"We're doing this my way, sweetheart, so be a good girl and stay still."

"But-"

"Y/N." His voice was a warning and so was the look he sent you, eyes dark with lust. With one hand he undid the ties of your bikini around your neck and in the centre of your back, tossing the material to the side and letting his gaze soak in the view of your boobs. He swiped his tongue along his bottom lip and then bent his head to kiss your bare skin, teeth teasingly grazing your nipples.

"Tell me what he did." Mason spoke the words against the skin between the valley of your breasts, lips brushing the sensitive flesh there as he moved down along your body. You frowned at his words, breath hitching when he stopped between your thighs and blew cool air against the wet patch in the centre of your bottoms. When you didn't answer, your mind short circuiting at the way his nose bumped your clit, Mason hummed softly. "Did he make you cum with his tongue, Y/N?"

At that he flattened his tongue over the fabric and even that made you jolt, your thighs closing but his hands got there first, palms flat so he could keep them open. You let out a whine, so pathetic that you felt embarrassed especially when Mason gave a little laugh. "Not enough for you?"

"Take them off," He looked up at you from beneath his lashes, eyebrow arching as he pulled his lips away from you, your hips lifting to chase his mouth but once again Mason pressed you into the blanket. "Please, Mason."

"Did he have you begging this early on?"

"Why are you asking about him? What he did doesn't matter." You gasped when Mason bit lightly into the soft flesh of your thigh, tongue soothing over the ache.

"It matters to me." He trailed his tongue along the edge of your bikini bottoms as he hooked his fingers around them and tugged them down, leaving you to kick them off one ankle. "It matters to me because every time you think about the beach I want you to remember how I ruined you, not how mediocre your sex life was with him." He left a line of kisses over your thigh, arms wrapping around them to keep you in place and then pressed the soft of kisses against your clit.

Your fingers slotted through his hair and you tugged at the first swirl of his tongue, your head falling to the side. Mason was and always had been incredible with his tongue, his mouth and lips working wonders on you until you were cumming, hips bucking wildly against him as you fought for composure. Tonight was no different, his pace was fast and sloppy from the get go, tongue flicking over your clit as his name trickled from your lips like a prayer. The harsh yanks at his hair only spurred him on, soft grunts of pain falling from his mouth and vibrating against you, your back arching off the blanket in response. His tongue travelled lower, teasing your entrance and the moan you let out when his nose bumped your clit had you covering your mouth with the palm of your hand.

Mason pulled away with a quiet tut, his fingers reaching up to pull your hand away and guide it back to his hair. "I told you I wanted everyone on this island to know I was fucking you. I wanna hear those pretty moans, angel." You sucked in a breath that turned into a loud whine when Mason pushed two of his fingers into you, his mouth returning to your clit. His fingers moved in and out of you quickly, slick from how wet you were and the noises they made were too loud to even be drowned out by the waves crashing further alone the beach.

He curled his fingers, lips sucking around your clit as took his hand from your thigh to rest it over your stomach instead. The pressure he applied made your head spin and you clenched around his fingers, attempting to roll your hips against him. You could feel your orgasm rushing towards you, your moans becoming louder and more whiny with each flick of Mason's tongue and twist of his fingers.

"Mase, fuck, I'm gonna-" Mason stopped abruptly, mouth and fingers leaving you and you were shocked by the cold air that suddenly surrounded you, glaring at your boyfriend as you pushed up on to your elbows. "What the fuck?"

"You cum on my cock, sweetheart, not my fingers." You frowned even more, not at all happy that he'd denied you of an orgasm but when he started shuffling out of his shorts all disappointment flew out of the window. You reached to wrap your fingers around him, always eager to feel the heavy weight of him on your tongue but Mason shook his head, hips pulling away from you. "No touching."

"Mason."

"Y/N." He copied your tone and you wanted to kick him for being such a dick, your lips starting to form a pout. "Looking at me like that won't get you anything." He slowly stroked himself, thumb teasing his tip, eyes flitting across your body as though he didn't quite know where he wanted to look.

"I thought you wanted to fuck me better than Ollie." The name drop made Mason's eyebrows draw together, his hand halting and you lifted your hips slightly in front of him. "To do that you actually have to fuck me."

"What have I told you about being a brat?"

"I'm not being a brat. You said you were gonna make sure you were the only person I thought about when someone mentioned the beach, you haven't achieved that yet." He had, he'd done it simply by looking at you on the beach. You were baiting him, taunting him to make him fuck you that little bit harder and you knew it had worked when Mason narrowed his eyes.

"Oh really?" You nodded your head and bent your legs, opening your thighs further, Mason swallowing thickly when he got a glance of how wet you were for him. "Looks like I've achieved it pretty fine if I'm being honest," He gripped your thighs and pulled your closer, head of his cock running teasingly through your folds. "But I'll let you keep pretending, we both know I won this the second I kissed you."

He shifted his hips, fingers guiding his cock and then pushed forward, burying himself completely into you in one thrust, your mouth dropping open on a silent moan. Mason settled himself over you, both arms beside your head and watched the look of pleasure that flooded your face, your cheeks turning that rosy pink he adored so much. He stayed seated inside of you for a few moments and helped you to hitch one leg around his hip the movement making him feel even deeper.

“Not so mouthy anymore are we, sweetheart?” You ignored him, opting instead to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, lips slotting messily over his as he pulled out and pushed back in, hips finding a slow, deep rhythm. Your nails dug into his scalp and you pulled his hair, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

“You said you were gonna fuck me.” You whispered, lashes fluttering when he angled his hips slightly and hit a spot that made your body tingle. He was being too slow, not filling you completely and you needed more of him. He’d promised to ruin you and you’d beg until he did.

“I said I was gonna ruin you, I never said how.”

“Stop teasing and do it properly.” Mason’s thrusts came to a stop, just his tip inside of you and he pushed you back down when you tried to fuck yourself up against him.

“Tell me what you want then. With your words.” You turned your head, lips brushing his earlobe and you revelled in the way he shivered against you, composure slipping a little as he pushed his cock further into you.

“I want you to fuck me until I don’t even remember my own name. I’m begging you, Mason. Fuck me the way he didn’t.” Your head fell back against the blanket and you watched Mason’s adam’s apple bob, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He let out a breath that fanned your cheek and then shifted, hands against your legs so he could settle the backs of them against his shoulders, his cock once again filling you completely.

“Always so desperate.” He hummed, his own voice strained from how tight and wet you felt around him. He took your hands and slipped his fingers through yours, pinning them beside your head and using them for leverage, his hips snapping back and forth at a pace that made your head spin. The new angle had him so deep inside of you it was hard to concentrate on anything apart from the fact you were one hundred percent sure you could feel him in your tummy.

You squeezed his fingers, eyes meeting his as he fucked you harder and faster than he’d ever done before, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixing with your moans and overpowering the sound of the ocean. Mason never once shifted his gaze from yours, dark eyes locked on you as he drank in every sound you made and stored it away in his mental box of “favourite things about Y/N”. He filled you so completely, the feel of him against your inner walls as he stretched you out lost definitely one of the best things you’d ever felt.

Mason kept your hands pinned beside your head, his thrusts never once relenting, cock pulling out almost completely before he was slamming back in, you back trying to arch despite the awkward position. You were dripping, you could feel it and so could Mason, his own moans like music to your ears as he took in just how amazing you felt wrapped around him. You both knew sex with someone else would never compare to what you had. You deliberately clenched around him and he hissed, giving an extra hard thrust in response at made your entire body jolt along the blanket.

“Mase,” The sound of his name falling from your lips in that way made Mason’s cock twitch and he had to hold his breath as he fought not to cum before you. He knew you were close, he could feel it in the way your pussy clamped around him and the sound of your moans as the go filthier and more high pitched.

“Need me to make you cum?”

“Please.”

“Beg.” His voice was teasing, a smirk tugging the side of his mouth as you whined and shook your head. “Beg me and I’ll think about it.” You bit back a moan when his cock hit a specific spot inside of you. You were hanging on the edge, almost there but not quite and you needed Mason’s fingers on your clit, you needed him to help.

“Please, Mason, make me cum. Touch me, please, anything, just- I’m so fucking close.” The desperation in your voice and the look on your face was enough for Mason to take pity on you and he carefully dropped your legs from his shoulders and untangled your hands. He shifted slightly so he could bring his thumb to your clit and he wasted no time in rubbing circles against it, his cock slipping in and out of you in fast motions.

With one hand you gripped his arm, nails digging into his skin, your other scrambling for purchase in the sand, you back finally free to arch of the ground. It only took a few moments and then your orgasm hit you, your moans and whimpers of Mason’s name filling the almost silent air around you as your legs tried to close around Mason. His pace never faltered as he pushed you through it and his thumb kept up its teasing flicks over your clit, his jaw clenching tight as he fought off his own orgasm until he’d completely fucked you out.

Every nerve ending in your body felt oversensitive and you could feel tears forming in your eyes at Mason’s unrelenting thrusts. You could feel where you’d came around him and Mason kept glancing down, mesmerised by seeing himself disappear into you and coming back out glistening.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His words cracked in the middle and he was unable to hold off his own orgasm any longer when he felt that extra gush of wetness around his cock. He pressed his mouth over yours as he came inside of you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled into you, his moans falling between your lips. He pressed his forehead against the side of your head and made a soft sound when you wrapped your legs around him and held him where he was, cock seated completely inside you.

You were both breathing hard, bodies sweaty and flushed and everywhere Mason touched you felt overwhelmed. Your legs ached and you knew for a fact you were going to be sore when you woke up tomorrow but that wasn’t something you wanted to worry about as you brushed your fingers through Mason’s hair and kissed his cheek. Neither of you spoke at first, trying to calm your hearts and get your breath back but then Mason brushed his lips over your ear, teasing smirk appearing at how your shivered.

“Never Have I Ever had sex on the beach,” He lifted himself up on his elbow and made a show of glancing down at your naked body and where he was still nestled inside of you. “Oh wait, I just did.”

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