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LILIES & ROSES 2.0✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. suggestiveness and mentions of sex. WORD COUNT: 4.1k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dad!gojo, mom!oc. established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru celebrate baby gojo's first valentine's day! AUTHOR'S NOTE: happy early valentine's day everyone! sorry i've been so mia. i hope this fic will make up for my absence. the first ‘lilies & roses’ fic was for oc gojo girlfriend’s mother’s day so make sure to read that. 💚 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

you and satoru woke up at exactly 5am to your five-month-old human alarm clock babbling in her snoo.

you felt slender, yet strong arms slide under your shirt to pull you closer, even if it was just for a moment. a quick, welcoming kiss by soft tender lips pressed onto your exposed shoulder blade.

“good morning, sweetheart.” satoru whispered into your ear, finally pulling away from you so he could start his morning routine with his daughter.

you turned to face him, half-awake eyes following each step from his side of the bed to your daughter’s bassinet across the room. you let out a tired sigh.

“there’s daddy’s big girl!” satoru said with a quiet, yet cheery voice. a gummy smile appeared on the face of your 5 month old baby girl. it was a smile that satoru never got tired of seeing.

he reached down to pick up sayuri, holding her close to his chest so that her head could rest on his shoulder. you saw her peeking at you. you shot a soft smile at her as her lips trembled. she wanted mommy right now. and where the hell was her milk?

before sayuri could even let out a cry for you, satoru quickly left the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. this was the start of his morning routine, bonding time with his daughter that he always looked forward to.

and so, you shut your eyes for a couple more minutes before satoru and sayuri would come back with their special delivery, your morning coffee. (read ‘morning routine 2.0’ here)

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“okay, yurs—here’s the game plan,” satoru said to his baby girl, “today is something called valentine’s day. usually mommy and daddy go out on a date and then participate in love-making-physical-activities at night, but since we have you this year, i think we should change it up a little.”

sayuri drooled on satoru’s shoulder, unsure of what her father was babbling on about. she pursed her lips and continued to drool.

“we need to stop by the flower shop first so we can get her a nice big bouquet of ros—i mean lilies. those are your mommy’s favorite flower you know. did you know you’re named after them?” (read 'hello baby' here)

sayuri. sayuri meant ‘small lily’ in japanese. it was the perfect name for your perfect baby girl.

satoru continued on with explaining his plan to his partner in crime, “then—i was thinking that while you take your afternoon nap, i can cook a late lunch for mommy. i haven’t done that for her in a long time.”

satoru stirred sweet creamer into your cup of coffee and smiled. he felt as if his plan was going to be perfect—another successful valentine’s day for satoru gojo in the books.

as he imagined how the day would progress, he warmed up a packet of your stored breast milk for sayuri before she started to fuss. but sayuri gojo was no fool, she knew she was going to be fed in a few moments so she decided to give grace to her trying father. she decided that she’d throw a tantrum later.

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“what do you mean you’re taking sayuri out by yourself?” you frowned after taking a sip of your morning coffee. you had hoped to spend some time with your little family today—it was valentine’s day after all.

last year, you told satoru that you didn’t want to do anything extravagant because you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy. you were nauseas and tired during your first trimester. knowing him, he would have already had a trip to somewhere tropical planned if you hadn’t told him that you wanted to stay home.

satoru mischievously grinned, rubbing salt into your wound, “we are going to have a daddy-daughter date for valentine’s day.”

“what if i wanted to have a mommy-daughter date?” you pouted back at your baby daddy, “it’s our baby girl’s first valentine’s day, can’t we spend it together?”

an imaginary lightbulb lit up above satoru’s head. he did need time to cook for you without you being in the apartment, so maybe you could take sayuri during that time.

“how about you take sayuri out for a couple hours?” satoru suggested, “we’ll be home by 2pm.”

“—but 2pm is her nap time, satoru.”

‘of course you wouldn’t forget about her nap time.’ satoru thought to himself. he shifted his milk-drunk daughter in his arms so he could face you.

“okay, how about this, sweetheart—i’ll take yurs and be home by noon. she can take an early nap, and then you can have her at 3pm. i have an appointment from 3pm-5pm anyways.”

satoru may have lied about having an appointment, but he needed to have an excuse not to be with you and sayuri so he could prepare for your valentine’s day surprise.

“can we celebrate after your appointment?” you asked eagerly. your daughter’s first valentine’s day was important to you. not only was it sayuri’s first, it was yours and satoru’s first as parents.

“of course, sweetheart.” satoru said as he leaned in for a kiss on your forehead, a sneaky grin plastering his face, “we have a tradition to uphold.”

“if sex is the tradition you’re talking about, i swear to—”

a whimpering cry interrupted your empty threat to satoru. sayuri was still hungry. she started to wail as if she was screaming, ‘more food, please!’

“—and that’s my queue to leave,” satoru said as he handed off sayuri to you. he quickly jumped out of the bed to make sayuri another bottle.

you shook your head and chuckled.

“your daddy is so silly,” you looked down at satoru gojo’s mini-me. everything you loved about satoru reflected back at you in your daughter. her slender nose, soft pink lips, and her thin white eyebrows. you had the most perfect child. of course you did, she was satoru gojo’s copy and paste.

“so baby girl—i was thinking that while we go on our mommy-daughter date, we can go see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku. daddy would be devastated if we didn’t get him anything for valentine’s day.”

sayuri looked up at you as you patted her back gently. she felt content being in your arms. it gave her comfort and soothed away any fears she may have had, just like daddy’s—and it was the exact same feelings that satoru felt whenever he was in your arms.

“then we can come back home and spend the night with daddy!” you said excitedly with a giggle, “you have to protect mommy from daddy tonight, okay?”

sayuri gojo wouldn’t understand your joke, but you knew what satoru gojo’s intentions were on a day like valentine’s day.

later that morning

“your mom must be loving the fact that she can sleep in today,” satoru chuckled to his daughter as he opened the glass door to the flower shop.

satoru, you, megumi, and tsumiki have been going to this flower shop ever since you moved to the apartment. at first, it was just convenient for satoru. satoru always bought you flowers whenever he upset you or whenever he wanted to surprise you with them just to see you smile. and now, after years of giving the flower shop owner business, you were regulars—to the point where the owner, mrs. itose, had a customized bouquet on hand made just for you whenever satoru or the kids needed it.

“good morning, satoru! good morning, miss sayuri!” the flower shop owner greeted the father-daughter duo.

satoru smiled, presenting his baby girl, “say hi to grandma itose!”

grandma itose had been around for the growth of yours and satoru’s relationship. she was like family. when you gave birth to sayuri, she sent the world’s most beautiful bouquet of lilies you had ever seen. mrs. itose placed her bets that baby gojo was going to be a girl and because of that, she was one of the first people to know sayuri’s name.

“i’m guessing you’re here for valentine’s day?” the shop owner smiled as she continued to wrap rose bouquets to sell for the day. it was a busy day for mrs. itose.

satoru scratched the back of his head and grinned, “that obvious?”

“don’t you worry, satoru. i have (y/n)’s bouquet ready for you.” mrs. itose said with a smug, yet confident grin. she wiped off her hands on a towel and walked to the back of the shop, disappearing for a moment.

satoru watched sayuri as her small, curious eyes scanned the store. her eyes were always full of wonder. she gave a gummy smile to the shop owner who smiled back at her while holding your large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller bouquet of lilies alongside it.

“what’s that small bouquet for?” satoru asked, knowing he didn’t order a small bouquet.

mrs. itose smacked satoru’s shoulder, “not only do you have (y/n) to buy flowers for, but you have to buy them for your daughter too!”

satoru’s heart sank. he felt guilty that he didn’t even think about buying his mini-me, his adorable little girl, a bouquet for valentine’s day. he now had two girls in his life to think about.

“i didn’t even think about that before we had sayuri.” he sheepishly admitted, giving sayuri an apologetic kiss to her chubby cheek.

“being a girl dad will make you realize a lot of things.” mrs. itose teased, “a reflection of how you treat (y/n) is a guideline to how sayuri will expect to be treated by her significant other when she grows up.”

the thought of sayuri growing up, dating, and eventually getting married gave satoru the chills. he didn’t even want to think about it. all he knew was that whoever his daughter ended up loving, they better love her the way he loved you.

“grandma itose, thank you for teaching me how to be a good dad. and you’ve always helped me be a good partner to (y/n).” satoru said with appreciation. mrs. itose was always a listening ear when he would pick up flowers after an argument.

the shop owner smiled warmly at satoru and sayuri, “have a happy valentine’s day, you two.”

satoru held the two bouquets up with his cursed technique and paid the shop owner double the amount of what the flowers actually costed. he made sure to leave before mrs. itose could say anything.

“say bye to grandma itose, yurs.” satoru sang as he held sayuri’s arm to wave goodbye.

next year, he would make sure to remember to order flowers for his precious little lily too.

later that afternoon

“i bet your daddy wishes he could be here with us.” you sang smugly as you pushed sayuri’s nuna stroller down the familiar streets of tokyo. “he loves seeing grandpa kiku and grandma fuku.”

sayuri was bundled up warmly in her swaddle, enjoying the stroller ride. her view was a beautiful you. your long black hair flowed behind you in the wind, green eyes sparkling as you looked on ahead. sayuri looked at you just like satoru did. with awe.

“i’m sorry you had to change your nap time today.” you apologized, “mommy couldn’t help it. she wanted to spend time with you too.”

you weren’t mad at the fact that satoru and sayuri always got to spend time together, in fact, you loved that they had a bond. it was more of the thought that one day, your baby girl wouldn’t need her mother anymore.

you made your way to the kikufuku stand that you and satoru had been visiting since you were high schoolers. the stall owners recognized you immediately and rushed towards you.

grandma fuku called out your names excitedly, “(y/n)! sayuri!”

“hi mrs. fuku.” you laughed, knowing exactly what she wanted. you picked up sayuri and placed her in grandma fuku’s arms as she cooed at your baby.

grandpa kiku and grandma fuku were family, just like grandma itose. you remembered the moment when your belly started showing during your pregnancy. you wanted to surprise and visit grandma fuku to see if she would notice. grandma fuku was so excited when she realized you were pregnant, she wanted to close to shop immediately so she could sit down and talk to you about motherhood. that day, even grandpa kiku ended up giving satoru a lecture on how to be a good husband and that being a dad changes your entire life.

you were grateful for the kikufuku stand couple. they had been there for you and satoru when you were both in high school. their kikufuku stand was where you and satoru had your first date, and many more dates after that. they had become important parts of your lives and you hoped that they would be in your daughter’s too. (read 'love at first fight' here)

“grandpa kiku packed up all of satoru’s favorites.” grandma fuku said with a smile as she held sayuri in her arms. your baby enjoyed being held by anyone—she was a friendly baby, just like her friendly father.

grandpa kiku called out with a grin, “we figured one of you two would be here to pick these up.”

he held out a pink box of kikufuku towards you, all in satoru’s favorite flavors. you placed them in sayuri’s stroller and quickly paid the shop owners a generous amount of money, far more than what the sweet treat was actually worth. it was the least you could do for them after all these years of satoru terrorizing their kikufuku stand.

a visit to the kikufuku shop with sayuri always lasted longer than expected. they always wanted to hold her and talk about how she was doing. in a blink of an eye, an hour had already passed. you had to meet satoru back at home.

“on our next day off, satoru and i will bring sayuri.” you promised as you placed sayuri back into her stroller.

“that would be great! happy valentine’s day, (y/n) and sayuri! tell satoru we said hi!” the shop owners called out to you.

you gave them a bright smile and waved back, “we will! happy valentine’s day! don’t work too hard!”

“make sure to have lots of babies for me!” grandma fuku made sure to add.

you laughed at her request. you were pretty sure satoru’s sobo and your grandma wanted the same thing too. but for now, you and satoru wanted to enjoy the time you had with your little accident, sayuri.

at the gojo/(l/n) apartment

on your way home, a burning smell wafted through the apartment hallways, worrying you.

“is your father already home?” you asked your daughter as if she could answer you. you already knew it was satoru, you could sense his cursed energy residuals.

you typed in the code to the pin pad lock and pushed sayuri’s stroller in. the burning smell was coming from your kitchen.

“babe, are you okay…?” you called out.

“goddamn it—oh hi sweetheart!” satoru turned around attempting to mask his apparent frustration, he sucked on his thumb that he burned while attempting to grab something from the oven.

“did you burn yourself?”

“yes…” he mumbled, “can you come kiss it better?”

you laughed at how much of a baby the strongest sorcerer could be.

“let me grab sayuri, run it under cold water first.”

while you picked up sayuri from her stroller, satoru obediently ran his thumb under the kitchen faucet, the icy cold water soothing his burn.

you approached him from behind with sayuri attached to your hip, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

“you okay, babe?” you attempted to stifle a laugh.

satoru pouted and answered dramatically, “no, i might just die right now, it hurts so bad.” as a jujutsu sorcerer, you were pretty sure he’s felt worse than a simple cooking burn.

“hold her,” you demanded while you handed your daughter off to her father, “give me your hand.”

he quickly put his hand in yours. the red spot on his thumb was starting to blister. you focused your reversed cursed technique onto his burn, water appearing from the air to cover the spot on his thumb. when you released your technique, it was as if the burn never happened.

sayuri blinked in awe as she watched you and satoru. sayuri gojo was born with cursed energy, but you and satoru didn’t know what her innate cursed technique was yet. was it limitless from the gojo clan? or was it an elemental technique from your clan?

“you’re such a baby, satoru.” you teased, “you can use reversed cursed energy yourself but for some reason, you always come to me to heal you.”

“guilty as charged.” satoru grinned before pulling you in for a kiss, “i’ll always be your baby.”

you pulled away from him, biting your lip with a seductive grin. curious sayuri leaned towards the kitchen, grabbing your attention. you turned to stare at the oven, “so what happened to my kitchen?”

“i tried to make us dinner but i forgot about the food in the oven while i was cleaning and decorating.” satoru said, face palming his forehead.

you turned to look at the decorations satoru was talking about. a large bouquet of lilies and roses and a smaller one sat on the glass dining table, rose petals decorated the floor with candles lit all around the kitchen and living room area. it reminded you of your 25th birthday. (read ‘forget me not’ here)

you blinked twice. you didn’t even notice how clean the apartment was or all the valentine’s day decorations that satoru put up when you first came through the door. the burning smell must’ve distracted you.

you walked over to the patio door to open it, airing out the burnt smell and smoke. as you made your way back to satoru, he sunk into the couch, white cushions engulfing him, sayuri sitting on his chest. she gently patted his chest as if she was consoling him.

“what’s wrong?” you asked with concern.

satoru crest-fallen, mumbled, “i had the perfect valentine’s day planned out for us, but i burnt our dinner.”

“the only thing that matters is that our apartment isn’t burnt down.” you giggled.

“but sweetheart, i wanted today to be perfect.”

“it’s already perfect,” you smiled at him and then at your daughter, “i have my perfect man, my perfect baby, and you got me flowers. what more could i ask for?”

“a perfect dinner?” satoru added sarcastically.

you shot a glare at him before grabbing his chin with your hand, positioning his face to look straight at you.

“what were you cooking anyways?”

“a prime rib roast.”

you really would’ve enjoyed that prime rib roast today, but you had to save satoru’s pride. satoru gojo couldn’t be perfect at everything.

“it’s fine, who cares about a roast!” you bluffed while letting go of his chin, “how about we get take out from sushi go?”

“not splendid sushi?” satoru asked, knowing that you liked splendid sushi, while his favorite was sushi go.

“no, we can get sushi go tonight.” you said with a smile in hopes that it would make satoru feel better, “and before i forget, sayuri and i got you something for valentine’s day.”

sayuri babbled while attempting to eat the buttons of satoru’s dress shirt. she reached for satoru face as he playfully nipped at her stubby fingers with his mouth.

you made your way back to the couch with satoru's box of kikufuku. a smile crept back on his face. he couldn’t stay mad if a box of his favorite sweets were being presented to him by an extremely captivating and beautiful woman.

“my girls went to see grandpa kiku and grandma fuku without me?” he teased, squeezing and poking at sayuri’s chubby cheeks.

“mhmm.” you laughed, “we had to make sure we didn’t forget about daddy on our mommy-daughter date.”

“speaking of forgetting… you know what mrs. itose said to me today?”

you tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to continue on with his story.

“she said whenever i buy flowers for you, i should buy some for yurs too. she mentioned that how i treat you is gonna be a guideline on how sayuri is going to expect to be treated from her significant other when she grows up.”

“well, mr. satoru gojo, it’s a good thing you take very good care of me and treat me very well.” you smiled back at him, eyes full of adoration for the love of your life—and the father of your child.

satoru added, “—and don’t forget i love you very much.”

you snuck a kiss on satoru's cheek, “i love you too, babe.”

you looked back at the flowers sitting on the dining table. mrs. itose’s work was beautiful. you have never received a subpar bouquet from her and satoru. you spotted sayuri’s baby bouquet, noticing hers exclusively had lilies.

“i like how baby girl gets a bouquet of just lilies but mine still have roses in there even though you know lilies are my favorite flower.” (read ‘lilies & roses’ here)

“it’s an inside joke for us now. it’d be weird if you didn’t have roses in your bouquet.” satoru chuckled as sayuri laid on his chest, looking up at you. you admired the sweet sight, your child and your lover both looking back at you with the same eyes you loved so much.

“so how about that take out order?” satoru asked with his fingers on the speed dial for sushi go.

“don’t forget my salmon nigiri!”

EXTRA:

“i’m exhausted,” satoru huffed as he laid down on his side of the bed, his arm covering his eyes and forehead.

he had spent the last two hours cleaning the oven from the failed prime rib dinner while you and sayuri went through her night routine. (read ‘grateful for you’ here)

“too tired for your love-making activities?” you asked curiously, wondering if the baby blue lingerie set you wore under your robe tonight was going to go to waste.

“for once in my life, i think i am.” satoru sighed.

you pouted, “that’s a shame. i bought the cutest lingerie set just for you. it has a garter and everything!”

satoru sat up, interested in what you had to say. “well, when you put it that way… how about you show me? is it see through? is it edible? does it have ease of access?”

you giggled at his silly questions. he pulled you into his lap as he starting to unravel your robe, tracing kisses along your collarbone, the sensation tickling you.

you sensed a familiar cursed energy waver. immediately, you put your hands on satoru’s chest, stopping him from his ministrations.

“what is it?” he asked impatiently as he bit at your hands.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “you don’t sense it? she’s gonna cry, daddy.”

satoru was hoping in all honestly that sayuri would self soothe and fall back asleep on her own.

you heard sayuri whimpering. her whimpering turned into a full on cry, your motherly instincts were spot on.

“oh come on, yurs…” satoru groaned.

“maybe next friday we can get a hotel room.” you laughed, knowing that megumi would be home for the weekend to babysit. (read ‘date night vs. babysitting night’ here)

you wrapped your robe around yourself again and stepped out of bed to comfort your crying baby. you carried your fussing daughter to the king sized bed that you and satoru shared, placing her right in the middle between you and the white haired sorcerer.

“you can sleep with mommy and daddy tonight.” you said softly as you patted sayuri gently, coaxing her to fall asleep again.

“nice one, yurs,” satoru chuckled. he noticed sayuri had stopped crying and fell right back asleep as soon as she laid in the bed with the two of you. “saving your innocent mommy from your monstrous daddy, huh?”

you laughed, remembering how you had asked sayuri to protect you from satoru earlier. satoru turned to face you and sayuri. the both of you watched as she breathed in and out, her tiny body relaxing and sleeping so peacefully in the presence of the two of you. your heart swelled watching her, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and satoru.

“happy valentine’s day, sayuri and mommy.” satoru whispered across his sleeping daughter.

you looked down at your baby girl before smiling back at satoru, “happy valentine’s day, sayuri and daddy.”

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tryingtothinkofabetterusername · 1 month ago

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So, while this next idea would be ideally used in the DC Animated Movie Universe, it could work in a new continuity (though, damn do I wish otherwise. lol); nevertheless, it doesn't rely so much on established DCAMU canon as my earlier hoped for projects.

*The Idea*

I think the Titans would have a Christmas break, whenever there wasn't a major threat to address, anyway. I believe Bruce Wayne would invite Damian's new teammates to Wayne Manor, if they had nowhere else to go, plus he understood it was healthy for his son's emotional development and well-being. I think this was a basis for quite a few fanfics, so even though I thought of it before seeing them, I give credit to those who beat me to the punch and with actually comprehensive detail. aha

Raven would go, as she has no other home, and Beast Boy would tag along for fun, to be the little brother who - while a valued friend - would sometimes fail to read the room, so would interrupt what should be more intimate social outings. That lovable rascal. haha. And he'd mess up Alfred's kitchen trying to cook something vegetarian even though he can't prepare food himself yet; might be a fun character moment to have Damian prepare the food for everyone, to be one of those surprise skills that still make sense. Maybe add other Titans, but I don't know, just those three at minimum.

The primary threat would be Scarecrow, since he would be one of the most dangerous Gotham supervillains for them, especially Raven because her emotion-based powers would be violently disrupted by his fear toxin, and more simply his psychiatric expertise; similarly, her empath power would become agony as Scarecrow spreads fear throughout thousands of people, with all that fear crushing her. Hence, why Damian would be vital for her as he is someone who can control his terror better than most, so he could talk her down to focus only on his bravery, rather than on everyone else's fear.

On a tangent, I think Crane would have employed Killer Croc as muscle, who would serve as Beast Boy's rival in the story. Maybe even build a bit of a bond as worthy enemies through mutual understanding about being outcasts due to a condition they can't change.

I feel like a good element for the climax would be a reversal of Damian helping Raven, when Scarecrow's fear toxin actually works on Damian, so Raven can help him keep his sanity with fortitude she had thanks to the support he gave her earlier. What would Damian fear? It could be knowledge about being planned as just a weapon, but I doubt that would bother him yet. Fear of failure? I think his confidence was unflappable at this point. I believe the fear would likely be losing Raven, thus her being there would challenge and help him overcome that fear.

*Closing*

Not sure how the entire plot would pan out, but I'm an ideas person, the structure is done better by others. Still, it feels like it has potential as a baseline. Simply wanted to put this out ASAP while I thought of it.

Anyway, I'm a sucker for a half-decent pun, so the film would be called something like "The Knightmare Before Christmas." It'd be a nice bookend for the teammates to watch the name's inspiration at the start and end in one of the Wayne screening rooms. Might be a legal issue, but I've seen cross-company cooperation before for more than this.

Damian: I'm not afraid of anything.

Raven: I didn't see it as much as felt it, and I've been trying to shake it off ever since.

Scarecrow: Fear reveals the truth.

#damian wayne #raven #demonbirds #damirae #dc animated movie universe #Scarecrow (DC)

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lovehotelreservation · 1 year ago

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Self Love

Summary: Bound by bestowed duty, burdened by the fate of countless, it only made sense that you, Meteor, and Clive would share not just many things in common, but a bed together.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Clive/F!Reader/Meteor

tfw i've been cooking up this double penetration since the fanfest london announcement 🧍‍♀️

sorry to wols who don't main smn i hope you and everyone else still enjoy milking clive and meteor 🙇‍♀️

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As a Warrior of Light, it was a wonder how you were able to constantly find yourself trapped between a rock and a hard place.

To which your roguishly rugged handsome companion would grin and cheekily comment something along the lines of “Well, my name is Meteor after all.”

And it was by this you would test his mettle and knowledge of Paladin as you called forth the fierce might of Phoenix in response.

Though, then again, you did have to be very mindful of mentioning the likes of “Phoenix” and “eikon”, lest you cast your other rugged yet sullenly handsome companion into yet another frenzied existential fit.

Clive Rosfield.

Poor man had just barely dragged himself out of the storm of having to comprehend how he managed to find himself plucked from his motherland of Valisthea only to be unceremoniously flung to the world of Eorzea, where he would cross paths with you and Meteor.

Thankfully, he was in the company of those who were well familiar with the concept of traveling dimensions. Meteor was the one to give Clive a reassuring pat on the back as he affirmed that it would just be a matter of when until some means to return him to his universe was found.

For now, as he cheerfully suggested, Clive could tag along with the both of you, joining your trek to venture to lands yet to be visited by either of you. The world had just been saved and the realm beckoned to be explored.

While understandably conflicted at first–what with thoughts of home, his brother, his friends at the Hideaway and across the Twins, and more weighing on his mind–Clive eventually relented and agreed to join. In such a foreign yet strangely familiar world, any lessons, techniques, and even powers he could acquire here to bring back to his world to bring forth needed revolution and change, then so be it.

He just had to quickly get used to you calling forth vastly different versions of Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, Bahamut and Phoenix with a mere book and a glowing foxdograbbit.

Similarly, while you and Meteor had seen your fair share of madness across your journeys together, you both couldn’t help but be in awe whenever Clive drew forth power from the eikons of his world that mirrored so perfectly with the primals of Eorzea, to even witnessing him prime into the infernal behemoth that was his Ifrit while squaring off with foes and hunts alike alongside you both.

Sharing tales of triumphs and losses over a campfire within the Black Shroud, offering knowledge that could only be learned in the heat of battle while sailing through the azure skies on an airship to Radz-at-Han, keeping watch of one another while treading treacherous ground through Coerthas, unwinding in the comforts of a local izakaya in Kugane after a hard day’s effort–this in turn had the three of you to bonding ever so closer together. After all, each of you had borne the burden of being savior in your respective worlds, carried forth the hopes and dreams of friends and allies present and past, maintained the balance of using your bestowed powers responsibly and striving to not allow self-doubt and greed corrupt your hearts so, and much more.

Beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun, your days together would be spent in glorious adventure.

Whereas underneath the dreamy glow of the evening moon, your nights were bathed and adorned in absolute euphoria.

All because Meteor couldn’t help but grin the very instant he noticed the way how Clive’s eyes would linger on you whenever the moment allowed for it, the shift from morose uncertainty to shy yearning reflected in those deep cerulean irises of his.

And with how long he had been adventuring with you all this time, he would be much too ashamed if he failed to notice that dreamy, awestricken stare of yours every time you marveled at Clive whenever he demonstrated his beastly prowess in battle.

The visitor and the host.

Experienced in combat yet naive with romance was the former.

Always thinking about the bigger picture and much too used to putting the needs of the world before one’s own desires was the latter.

Meteor, however, stood right in the middle and was ever eager to bridge gaps.

In this particular case, he did just that by keeping you sandwiched right between him and Clive as the three of you were tangled together in bed. Clothes and armor were long discarded and strewn across the floor of your inn’s suite, ensuring that nothing would get in the way of your two rugged companions and their wandering hands along your body.

As to be expected, Clive was curious with every touch as he lied beneath you, his fingers basking in the warmth of your bare skin as they sought to find which spots pleasured you most. Every moan you let you had his breath caught in his throat–a precious action soon followed by a burning need to elicit as many mewls of his name from your lips as much as possible.

By contrast, Meteor was ever proud as he quipped that he knew your body best–even better than you when he felt more daring. Maintaining his position above and behind you, he boldly grabbed at your breasts and gave your ass a few good slaps, with each gasp he earned in response being demonstrated as a reward that Clive could also earn were he to handle you in a similar way. And while stepping in as teacher had its own unique fun, he relished in being able to make you melt and crumble underneath him with every knowing stroke and plunge of his fingers.

Despite their different approaches towards you however, both were in absolute agreement in ravishing you thoroughly. With you caged between two broad and sturdy physiques of divine, chiseled muscle, you were kept perfectly in prime position to have Clive and Meteor plunge their thick, long cocks inside of you in tandem, leaving you crying out in sheer bliss as your core and your ass were subject to their relentless pounding.

“You’ve gotta find it rather humorous, mate–” Letting out a breathy laugh, Meteor pushed back his sweaty bangs away from his eyes as he peeked over your shoulder to glance at Clive, a grin plastered on his lips. “–you used to keep your distance from our lovely summoner every time that book was out, but now you can’t even stand to be a step away!”

At once, Clive had his eyes shut firmly tight, far too overwhelmed by the sinfully sweet sensation of the dripping wet velvet heat of your core continuing to squeeze around his cock. Yet at Meteor’s words, his eyelids fluttered open as he hoarsely responded with, “Could you blame me?” all while his hands reaffirmed their hold on your hips.

His cheeky grin now more of a wicked smirk, Meteor remarked, “Not in the slightest! After all, I speak from experience…!”

Upon the last word he uttered, his posture hunched forward as he proceeded to ramp up the pace and intensity of his thrusts, barreling his dick into your ass with feverish frenzy.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, Mete–!”

Though you were made to squeal all the more, you were ready to turn back towards Meteor with a stern questioning look, were it not for him already prepared for your reaction. Before you could complete your sentence, you suddenly found yourself pressed further down against Clive, the gentle yet heavy weight of a hand on the back of your head urging you to lock lips with him instead.

“Now, now, love–while I’ll never get enough of having your eyes on me, you’ve got a primal to master! Focus!”

Meteor’s laughter filled your ears while Clive’s tongue clumsily found its way into your mouth.

While you were eager to get back at the former, it was as your eyes found its way to the latter’s that you truly found yourself speechless.

The pure adoration held for you that was reflected in Clive’s eyes had your heart flutter and your hands quickly cupping his grizzled jaw as you hungrily reciprocated his affection.

And as the two of you kissed, you felt the stubble of Meteor’s chin scratch against the nape of your neck as he kissed your skin, making sure to press further down against the points that made you shiver most.

Stuck in the middle between the two men who cherished you most, you knew you weren’t going to be leaving the bed anytime soon tonight—especially when they had so much love they wished to pour inside of you over and over.

Even so, you were more than delighted to be in your current position. From this day onward, regardless of where your paths may lead as they split and twist, you would find your way to back to them, even worlds apart.

#clive rosfield x reader #final fantasy xvi reader insert #ff16 reader insert #meteor x wol #meteor x reader #final fantasy xiv reader insert #ffxiv reader insert #clive rosfield x wol #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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melverie · 1 year ago

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Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

#tag game #if anyone tagged would rather answer with a different blog of theirs then go ahead! i have main/side blogs figured out for most of you lol #also if some would rather not get tagged again in the future lmk!!

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send-noodles-not-nudes · 30 days ago

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i accidentally wrote like one third of a oneshot

it doesn't have a title though (sorry)

i had A Thought™️ and then it got really long and less thought than writing. enjoy.

no warnings, just fluff and massive time gaps that i'll actually fill in when i write this for real, no editing, changes in tense as i swap between just kinda thinking and actually writing, goofy and kinda sudden ending

w/c: 2.5k (she tiny but im gonna tag people anyway)

comment if you wanna be added to my taglist (lemme know either general or specifically for loki)

I keep thinking about Asgard!Meloki and specifically just the fact that like

I usually write TVA!Meloki which means they're both Variants and the only other universe I've written for them is the soulmate au I'm currently working on where they're still enemies to lovers

But I put it specifically in their lore that they're typically love at first sight (which is part of why they're Variants for TVA!Meloki) and I've never written a regular/non-Variant/non-AU Meloki before

I'm just thinking about them seeing each other for the first time (probably either in the gardens or the library) and knowing

Loki initially having this moment of complete peace, only thinking "she's perfect" before the turmoil sets in of not knowing how to open up to someone and be vulnerable and really love or accept love. He's just so used to masking that she sees neither the initial fall nor the terror as he plummets.

Melody, on the other hand, seeing him and having a tiny gasp because somehow she just knows. She grew up hearing about all the lore her people have on soulmates and even seeing them with her own eyes, but she never expected it to feel like this when she met hers and it caught her off-guard. So she has a tiny gasp and mumbles "You're-..." but can't finish the thought because he takes her breath away.

Ironically, she's thinking "you're breathtaking." It just happens to be literal.

Loki, stone faced as ever and playing it off cool, tries to finish her sentence with a puzzled look because he can't quite discern why she's looking at him like that. "Loki, Prince of Asgard, yes. You're... holding your breath, by the way." Mel's surprised to realize he's right about that and lets out the half-breath she didn't know she was even holding.

"That's... not what I was thinking," she says with a small laugh, though she's not bold enough to tell him what was really running through her head. "I'm just... unaccustomed to being around royalty, is all. Especially of your caliber."

Loki doesn't believe her for a second, and for good reason: it's bullshit. "Is it not you I see around my brother all the time?" he asks, and she knows her goose is cooked. "You are as constant to him as the warriors three. Surely, you must know him well enough to know who he is, especially with as often as you're in the castle."

Yup. Goose? Cooked. Hotel? Trivago.

When she doesn't have a way to backtrack from that, he keeps going. "Beside that, are you not royalty, yourself?" For a moment, she's terrified that he somehow knows something about her that she doesn't want him to, something she has yet to trust even Thor with. Whether or not that's true is a question for a different day, though, based off what he says next: "I recognize you, I believe. Not by your own name, as I'm afraid I've never been close enough to have the pleasure of catching it, but you look akin to your mother. The Lady Daphne, correct? The last I checked, Lady is not a title given to one simply because they are beautiful."

"Guilty as charged." She's definitely blushing. Her face is as red as her hair. Probably redder. He just called her beautiful in a weirdly classy albeit indirect way. "In my defense, though, your brother is unlike any other royalty I've met, and I really don't hang around royals that often. He's merely an exception to the rule. You'll have to forgive me if I find your presence a bit intimidating." Not because he's royalty, but she doesn't tell him that. Because he's him. Because everything she's ever heard about love at first sight isn't as eye-roll-inducing as she's made it out to be in the past. Because she knows.

And it's terrifying.

They're both scared. That's the only reason they're "just" friends for so long, spending decades at each other's sides but in separate beds. Loki was the one to initiate it, of course, fascinated but guarded. That first meeting in the gardens wasn't intentional, but he went out of his way after to find her whenever she was in the castle to visit Thor. He was pretty sure she knew what he was doing, but neither of them cared if it meant getting to see one another. Soon enough, she got to the point where she would stop by just to see him rather than "accidentally" bumping into him.

They're both incredibly careful at the beginning. Lots of "my Lady"s and "my Prince"s, drenched in formality, hoping the stiffness of the social hierarchy will prevent them from the fate they're both attracted to. They each have too much to hide, too much they're afraid to reveal to anyone, too much they've never shared with another soul before each other. They hope pleasantries will keep them close enough without getting too close.

Of course, it doesn't work that way. Years pass, titles are replaced with names, names become nicknames, and the bond of friendship becomes an unspoken something more. At some point, it's more common to find Melody alongside Loki than to find her with Thor, much to the surprise of the castle staff and both of their families. The only one who doesn't really seem surprised is Thor, himself, who quite saw this coming from the day he met his good friend.

It's during one particular year when Melody is away that Loki finally admits his feelings to himself.

It shouldn't be different from any other year. That's what bothers him, really; he knows that she spends the fall through the winter holidays with her father's people (whoever they are; the most he's ever been able to pry from her is that they're part of a different realm), but he's not even halfway through the harvest season and can barely stomach being without her for so long. Somehow, despite being at home, he finds himself homesick. It's a terrible revelation to realize that his home is with her.

Thor finds him one day at her favorite spot in the library, yearning with such intensity that he can't even be bothered to read. He just misses her. Like a part of himself has been taken away. She is as vital to him as a limb or oxygen, and the adjustment to her absence is harsh. It's only been made harsher by reflection upon his feelings. He doesn't want to admit them to himself, but Thor catches him red-handed.

"You're in mourning." It's not a question, and Thor doesn't have to give a name for them both to know who he's talking about. "I'm not sure why." Loki doesn't look up at him, jaw clenched, stubbornly holding all his feelings in his stomach until it makes him nauseous. Thor could swear he's pushed them down so far that there's the slightest tint of green in Loki's face.

"I must say, brother, I'm impressed." The statement gets Loki to finally look up at his brother, confusion evident on his face with the way his eyes are narrowed and his brows are furrowed. With a light laugh, the elder god elaborates, "It's taken you a great many years more to come to this than I expected. It has been, what, over three quarters of a century?" Loki sighs through his nose, somewhere between amused and annoyed.

"I must say, brother," he repeats, half-mocking, "of all the people in our family to have foresight, I did not envision you to be the one to predict this. I barely saw it coming, myself." This time, Thor's laughter was booming, closer to what one would expect from the God of Thunder.

"Well, my foresight is not as sharp as yours or our parents'. You cost me quite the sizeable wager, in fact." "How so?" "The day the Lady Melody told of her first meeting with you in the gardens, Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, and I cast bets when she had left."

Loki stared at his brother in disbelief, jaw dropped, not having to be told to know what the bet was about. "...You're joking," he mumbled. "Oh, for my wallet's sake, I wish I was," Thor chuckled back. "How much did you wager?" Loki huffed, "Both for money and time?"

Thor scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, a light dusting of pink to his cheeks. He was embarrassed enough to have lost the money, but Loki had the distinct feeling whatever he'd bet was far worse than the brother he'd bet on could imagine. "Half my weight in gold," Thor murmured, as under his breath as he could.

Loki's eyes widened, shocked that Thor would make such a bold wager. He had only heard of his brother betting with what he carried in his coin pouch, unwilling to waste money on chance or luck. Thor had never bet with money he didn't have on him, and certainly not a wager as high as half his weight in gold. He must have been sure he would win. "And for time?" Loki prompted again. Thor swallowed thickly before he was willing to answer.

"A month."

Both of them were beet red in the face, albeit for different reasons. Thor had been dreading this conversation for the 80 years that had passed since the bets were placed, and Loki was stunned that he had kept it secret for so long, let alone been so sure of the relationship to wager such a ridiculous amount. The younger brother cleared his throat, being the first to speak after a long, stunned silence.

"And the others?" he inquired. "Lady Sif offered three hundred coins for a year. Hogun, five hundred for between five and ten years. Volstagg was quite bold, also waging half his weight for between seventy five years and a century. But Fandral..." he trailed off, beginning to laugh again.

"The others were betting years, and you said only a month?" Loki asked while his brother laughed. Still, he wanted to know what was so funny. "What of Fandral, then? Something equally ridiculous? A week? Perhaps a single day?" he huffed. Thor shook his head, still laughing, needing a moment to compose himself before he answered.

"Fandral was so angry with the bet that he wagered twice his weight the Lady Melody would never be at your side, and an additional two hundred coins that she would find herself betrothed to him before she ever even considered you. I do believe he's still trying to make that happen, though she does not find him as dashing as his name suggests," Thor giggled.

The elder brother found it riotously funny. Loki, however, felt a searing jealousy run through him at the words, as though he'd been poisoned. Already, he had much to think on, but the thought of someone else being after her affections was hard to stomach. Having to compete with Fandral, of all people,

He had no choice but to marinate on it for the following weeks, stewing in his feelings as he awaited the return of Melody. On occasion, at the end of a long night and often following a bit too much wine or Thor's pleading look, Loki would confide in his brother about how he felt, what he was thinking, how he should act upon it. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else, the days passing at a hellishly slow pace as he waited.

He thought he was dreaming when he saw her in the palace the day before the Yule celebration was set to begin.

As hers had the day they met, Loki's breath caught in his throat at the sight. It was nothing that should have been special; she was working with Thor and their friends to help the castle staff deocrate the dining hall for the upcoming nights of feasts. She looked perhaps as melancholy as he had been these last weeks, her smile not quite as bright as it usually was, nor her laugh as deep. Still, she was the most beautiful thing in the universe to him. She was his universe.

He didn't even bother with walking to see her. Limbs took too long to move, so he relied on teleporting, instead. In an instant, he was by her side, still not believing his eyes when he called her name to get her attention. Hearing his voice, she flinched as if she had been shocked, turning around to face him. All the misery wiped from her face at the sight of him. "Loki," she beamed, seemingly as breathless as he was.

Typically, they were not the kind of friends to greet with anything more than words. For the eighty years they had known each other, the closest anyone had seen them get physically was a handshake or walking arm-in-arm along the gardens when they thought they were alone. Even with all the taboos surrounding it, even not knowing how she might react to it, Loki couldn't help himself; he enveloped her in a hug, delighted when she sank into his touch. "I missed you," she giggled.

The words lived in his head constantly.

Melody had come home for the Yule celebration, though wouldn't speak about why. Loki knew better than to look that gift horse in the mouth; he simply reveled in her presence, though he was tormented about the conversations he'd had with his brother. The more they were together, the less he could deny his feelings, the more he thought about Thor's suggestions to tell her. If he could just get through Yule, twelve days, she would go back to her father's realm until spring, allowing him more time to think about it.

But he got impatient.

By the late hours of the final night of Yule, only herself, Loki, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three left in the banquet hall, she had finally brought up that something was different with him. She mustered up the courage to ask what was on his mind, despite battling whatever was on hers, and Loki struggled to find the right words to tell her. Even after weeks of thinking, getting his brother's advice, drafting up speech after speech to tell her, he still didn't know how. Whether brought on by the late hour or the wine or simply the way she looked at him, he did the only thing he could think of:

He kissed her.

And she kissed him back.

To say Fandral was enraged would be an understatement. The others, however, were delighted for 80 years of "will they, won't they" to finally bear fruit. Volstagg was quite happy to be significantly richer, and while Fandral lamented over both the hit to his wallet, chance at her hand, and to his pride, Sif had to ask: "How ever did you know? After Hogun's loss, I was certain you would not win." "One ginger knows another," he grinned, and when Sif didn't accept the answer, he sighed. "They're just damn stubborn. To be frank, I was worried only one century wouldn't be enough!"

taglist: @inkandinkwells | @lizardman18 | @totallynotqueer | @wolfsmom1 | @buttercupcookies-blog

#marvel #loki laufeyson #loki #fanfic #oc insert #melody stone #loki odinson #love the excuse of immortal/long-lived characters to make a slowburn way too long

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askweisswolf · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

So I actually got tagged for this twice! By @gingerbreton and @optiwashere and thank you both so much for it, it made my day. Conveniently for this occasion I also happen to have two WIPS I'm working on right now so I figured why not trot them both out!

This bit's from my John/Shayera chapter fic that I've been working on for... ever, is how it feels at this point, oh my God. Maybe I'll cave and start posting it to AO3 since it's almost done, ANYWAY:

Shayera huffed softly, despite herself. “The green guy?” she asked, and she saw J’onn look at her curiously. “Most of us call you bird lady.” The crow’s voice was dry. “Fair enough. Did any of you see which way my mate went after the fight?” Now J’onn and Wally were looking at her curiously for that slip, but Shayera ignored them. The truth was, she’d been chewing on a theory ever since she’d come to the realization that John would be trying to hide out, not trying to seek help. All she needed was confirmation, some kind of hint that her theory was right. Looking for the Green Lantern would still be like trying to find a needle in a haystack, but if she was right it would at least be a smaller haystack. I’m spending way too much time with Clark lately.

This last bit's from a Shadowheart POV fic I started that's my next piece for my Agatha/Shadowheart stuff! It... does not have a title yet. I'll think of one eventually.

No, she had done the most dangerous thing, the most unforgivable thing. She had started to hope. That, Shadowheart had noticed. That, she had tried to ignore, had tried to bury, had tried to kill before it even left the womb. Her memories may have been shattered pieces of a mirror at the best of times, but she remembered her teachings. She remembered at least some of her lessons. If she wanted to be a Dark Justiciar, if she truly wanted to be embraced by Lady Shar, she couldn’t let hope take root in her heart. It had happened so gradually, so slowly though that she hadn’t been able to resist it even when she’d tried to. Every time Karlach tried to pull her into a joke or come up with a new nickname, every time Wyll would think up different silly names just to get a reaction from her or tell one of his stories, every time Gale gently batted her away when she tried to peek at what he was cooking for the evening only to let her sneak away with a little piece before dinner anyway, every time Astarion leaned casually into her shoulder and murmured some new gossip into her ear that made her snort, she felt it. Hells, every time she and Lae’zel bickered, even, as their relationship gradually shifted from adversarial to something she would almost consider grudging respect, she felt it.

Gonna tag @the-darkness-does-not-bargain, @ohmypawsandwhiskers, @the-rebel-archivist, @foibles-fables, and @karatam if you want to participate! And of course, anyone who sees this is free to post anything as well. Thank you again for the mentions!

#wip wednesday #baldur's gate 3 #justice league unlimited #Shadowheart #greenhawk #my writing #OC: Agatha Lot

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jess-moloney · 12 days ago

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I'm just going to go over this really quick to hopefully answer questions and help people out but if I missed anything let me know.

First:

The reason I am going to stick with my statement that there is no proof of when that video was taken is because I don't know. You don't know. No one knows. Nothing in that video will help anyone determine when it was taken. It could be from any point between sometime this week and sometime last year. The reason why I won't confirm it is I don't want to be like other blogs that say things are fact or I know something I know when I don't or it can't possibly be know. The fact of the matter is no one knows when that video was taken even if the intent was for the assumption to be that it was recent.

Second:

We also have to question why it took her so long to produce anything like this. If she's had free access to his house and has been living there this whole time, why only now did she post something? Think about it. In 9 entire months of her either "still being with him" or not being with him but living in his house, not one, single, video came out. Not. One. If she has had free access to his house and stuff this entire time because she's been living there, why was there nothing? No holiday pics from either No birthday wishes from either No valentine's posts from either No cooking videos (and didn't those used to be her favourite things ever cause that's totally her hobby?) No snowboarding trip this year (why didn't she just go alone if Jamie couldn't because you know she loves it so much?) Her producing this low-quality and poorly lit clip after 9 months says more than she thinks it does. It says she has nothing else. In fact, though I could believe she has tonnes of videos and pictures archived she hasn't posted yet, I also believe that because Jamie changed his hair all of those photos would give away when they were taken (like the just Jared photos) and we'd know they were not recent.

Third:

Jess is not and did not become so "quiet" and "private" because of this alleged hate or harassment she's allegedly getting. Other than the fact that I've pointed out that she still has hate comments up on her account from years ago, Jess herself doesn't care about that. I'm sure she's someone who thinks that anyone who "hates" her is just jealous. I'm basing this on one of her friends who attacked me calling me vile names and telling me I was "just jealous" and if her friends are like that, she's like that. 100%. We also know Jess lives on Instagram, she lives for Instagram, she's been seen on multiple occasions carrying two phones. I wouldn't be surprised if she has more than one account. I also know that if you or I or anyone else were to go post on her account right now something she doesn't want people to know she'd have you, or me, or them blocked in seconds. She doesn't care about the hate because she can just tell herself people are jealous. What she cares about are any questions that will expose her as a fraud. Try it yourself. Ask her how and why Ice Studios was doing Post Production for Tommy Hilfiger. She'll delete and block in 5 seconds. Ask her why she took her sober boyfriend to a bar for his birthday. She'll delete and block in 5 seconds. Ask her why GQ didn't tag her as executive producer on their posts when she tagged herself as that on her own. She'll delete and block in 5 seconds. Ask her what her job is. Ask her anything that will 100% expose her for the fraud she is and she can't get rid of you fast enough. Jess is afraid of being exposed, she's not afraid of people insulting her looks or whatever because her ego is so huge she just tells herself that people are "jealous" or "haters" or whatever kids say these days.

Fourth:

Let's pretend that I'm wrong because I could be, they have been together all this time. Explain why Jamie hasn't said anything about the harassment she's getting. Despite what allaboutjcb says, Jamie has a long history of standing up for his girlfriends. I also don't believe he doesn't know Jess is getting hate. There's no way he doesn't know. Even if he somehow missed it on twitter, I'm 100% sure she's whined to him about it because she'd want him to say something like he has before. She definitely would know he's done it because she's stalked him for like 10 years. He would know, yet he's said literally nothing. Also, you don't hide the person you love because of online haters. You don't ghost the person you love because someone on the internet may not like them. You don't pretend to not know someone you love because you fear what the public thinks. There's no real threat to Jess if Jamie posts about her or takes her somewhere because no one is going to do jack shit. Her stans love her a bit too much and anyone who doesn't like her is normal enough to not be dangerous. Trust me, Jess is not in any danger going with Jamie anywhere. Jamie might be in danger because boy does he have some crazy stalkers but Jess? No one cares about her enough to do her harm. Barring all of that, let's say he's with her but doesn't want to say something for some reason, why doesn't she? Why won't she stand up for herself? I'm sure Jamie didn't ban her from doing that. I'm sure he couldn't get mad at her for defending herself if nothing is wrong, right? So why isn't she doing it? Why can't she say anything in her own defense? Why does Jamie have to do it? And her lack of saying anything doesn't mean she feels in danger.

Conclusion:

If Jess and Jamie had always been private about their relationship, that would be one thing. However, that's not what happened, is it? They were very public about it once it was exposed. She went to everything with him. She traveled with him. She went to his filming sets. She went to conventions. She was always with him. It went from 100 to zero really fast and all of that happened months before my blog was even created. If they are still together, and I am wrong, consider the fact that Jamie wants it hidden, he wants Jess to shut up, and he doesn't want people to know. Not because he loves her, not because he's protecting her, but because of the exact opposite. He's ashamed of her. He doesn't want people to know they are together, and why exactly would anyone want this to continue. Why would anyone ship this? If he's with her but wants to distance himself as much as possible it means he doesn't love her, he doesn't even like her, he doesn't even want to be associated with her. He's done with that. So very obviously, the reality is that if they are still together it's not because he's proud of it.

PS: Jess Moloney is absolutely never going to send an anon message to any blog on here to "clear up information". She's just not. If she has something to say in her defense or wants to she's going to post it on her IG account. She's not going to come to me, you, or allaboutjcb. If you actually believe she wrote that anon bullshit to a stan blog, who already agrees with her anyway to "clear up rumours" you're just a gullible idiot who doesn't know how the internet works. Thanks.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #thoughts

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haze-of-hyperfixations · 8 months ago

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🍄, 🦴, and 🧩 for the writers ask game

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

(i have so many headcanons about every dynamic ever, and they all conveniently vanish the moment i am asked to name one, ha.)

hmm....for Perimedes and Elpenor from Epic the Musical, i have a headcanon that they're in a qpr. and yeah, i know that's modern terminology and they are from ancient greece. (i did a research paper about qprs once, fun fact.) but also: a. you don't need a modern explanation of a concept for that concept to exist in a historical context. b. Perimedes uses the word "yeet" in his cut song, rendering any arguments about historical accuracy invalid. c. i'm having fun and no one can stop me. :)

i also think the idea of Perimedes sometimes calling Elpenor "El" is cute. <3

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

oh, there's a lot. my writing in general is inspired by a lot of media. but my venture into the world of ao3 in the first place was because of this series:

and, if i remember correctly, it really inspired me to start getting more into fic writing. it probably also influenced the way i write, since i read it at around the time i was kind of figuring all that out. incredibly good series! <3

as for specific fics, i have so many playlists for inspiration. one of the fics i'm currently working on was completely inspired by the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. (it's a Parallels fic still in my drafts, but if i ever finish it, it's gonna have so much found family trope and it's gonna be great)

oh, and my most recent fic, this one:

you know what inspired it? i was on pinterest, and i saw this photo of eggs:

and i got kinda emotional about how much i liked that photo. idk, i was already in a vaguely-sentimental-fic-writer mood, and that photo somehow just opened the floodgates of ideas in my head. the actual fic is only vaguely related to the photo through the fact that both involve cooking eggs, but nevertheless, some photographer out there is directly responsible for the existence of my current most comforting oneshot for me to reread. and i think that's really neat. i love humanity and art and connection and inspiration. <3

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

okay, so i tried to think of a new answer to this question, but i couldn't think of one, so i'll just copy-paste my answer from three days ago:

okay, with every answer i try to think of for this one, i immediately think of exceptions. because i have a long track record of being in microscopically small fandoms, and if one of those fandoms got a new fic, there is very, very little that would stop me from reading it to the end. i guess if the entire fic was untagged, very explicit smut, then i would click away immediately. (although most authors i've seen do tag well. so i would probably know without clicking that it's something i won't be really comfortable reading. everyone say thank you for the tag system <3)

yeah, i never really have an interesting answer for this one, ha. i have exactly 2 authors muted on ao3. one was because they had hundreds of fics in many fandom tags that i searched a lot, all of which were exclusively a specific trope that made me really uncomfortable. the other one, i don't remember; no works are showing on the account anymore, but it was probably a similar situation if i felt the need to mute them. other than that, i haven't really been let down by the tag system yet, which i guess is a pretty good thing. :)

thanks for the ask!! :)

#ask game

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the-wolf-files · 2 months ago

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RWBY is back on the mind so now I'm gonna share with you some notes I've been taking on my RWBY oc/self insert because BOY have they been cooking for a WHILE

For starters, I'll give a basic description:

5'6"/167 cm tall wolf faunice with a tail

They have yellow eyes, light skin and a lot of body hair, including on the face, along with about collar bone length brown hair

They wear a wool lined bomber jacket over a tank top with some distressed jeans and a pair of combat boots, accompanied with a belt that holds their two machete pistols (yet to be named)

They wear dog tags around their neck with their name on it (undecided for now) and an old white fang logo, both of their forearms have tattoo sleeves that lead to their palms which are hidden by their jacket

Now the tattoos are important because the concept I am using currently- the tattoos have to do with their semblance

For many generations it has been a family tradition to get tattoos as a sort of right of passage, and through getting these tattoos is then how their semblance is unlocked

You would be sent to the local artist and you would pick your own design, one that you feel represents you and your core character, and along with this you choose the placement

The placement of these tattoos will then dictate how your semblance is used, although it is always the same base throughout the family, think like the Schnee family with their glyphs

Said semblance is essentially the power of the moon, drawings from its beams in order to manifest whatever calls to their soul, so it can be used in multiple different ways

For example, my characters forearms tattoos going to their palms link to their weapons, and they can them create slicing rays or create small physical objects with their hand

When the semblance is activated the tattoos of the user will glow a white/silvery color like the face of the moon and emit a strong aura to protect the user, however the one drawback to the semblance is the time of day

During the daytime the magic would be much weaker, due to the sunlight making it harder to draw from the moon and thus making daytime a disadvantage for my character, so they stick to being a nocturnal hunter to keep themselves from being caught in a weak spot

As for the weapons my character actually does use dust bullets in the gun form of their weapons

I sketched a concept of this way back in November, and there is a good few changes I would like to make to this but I still want to share just to give a visual of what I'm trying to get at

The main thing I would change is the dust chamber, and I would remove that clunky magazine at the end of it just for practicality reasons

But reason I show these is because my characters tattoos would match the design on these blades, having a dead tree and moon design (which I'm thinking their huntsman emblem might be a cresent moon of sorts but that's not decided yet) and because the designs of their tattoos and weapons match, it thus creates the connection of their semblance that they can have with their blades

Now this is still a HEAAAAVY HEAVY work in progress project so a lot of things are up to change and adjustment, but think of this as a way to keep track of development as time passes

I'm also actually watching RWBY at the moment so my goal is to really have them much much more rounded and even named and everything by the time I finish the series, so! Lets see if I'll keep to my word

#nibbles #think tank #rwby #rwby oc #oc concept #work in progress #my art

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dontirrigateme · 1 year ago

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TAG GAME

GET TO KNOW ME :)

thank you for the tag @executethyself35!

late to the party, but if anyone's interested, here goes...

Name:

don’t irrigate me

Pronouns:

I usually don’t care, but for the sake of tumblr i guess i’ll go with they/them

Star Sign:

Betelgeuse...i couldn't resist the dad joke, but seriously, it's aries

#of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

1 younger sister - i introduced her to band of brothers, she introduced me to the tumblr fandom

1 older brother - we bond over monty python

# of pets & their names:

1 idiot cat named Rudyard, 1 semi-idiot cat named Ripley (as in Alien), and 1 cat i took in from the street named Laszlo. idiot is a term of endearment in my household. for the cats, anyway. but i’m sure they call me much worse when they communicate. i’m onto them.

Fandoms:

Band of Brothers (best one ever), Mad Max, Dark Tower, Peaky Blinders, F1/motorsports, Good Omens, Preacher, This is England, Taboo (still waiting for that second season, tom), Rome, MST3K, and anything associated with the 101st airborne (with a focus on easy company and the filthy thirteen)

Favorite color:

probably orange or green. but not together, that just reminds me of gatorade. Nothing against gatorade, i just don’t want to surround myself with sports drink….

Favorite song:

no favorite song, but some favorite bands are skinny lister, flogging molly, and dropkick murphys, nofx... tons of oldies/classics like sly and the family stone, queen, bob dylan, otis redding, bill withers, etc...

Favorite author (of anything readable- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!!):

Kurt Vonnegut will always be my #1, but I also like christopher moore, stephen king (specifically his dark tower series), victor hugo, glen cook (i've only read his black company series, but i love it)

Favorite Fic Type:

haven’t gotten into fanfic just yet - i love that it has so many people writing and reading though, so keep it up!

Favorite Holiday:

none, please and thank you

Do you have a partner (romantic, QPR, anything!)??:

nuuuuuupe

Hobbies:

reading, writing, sim racing, seeing how much of my fandoms i can fit inside my head before it explodes.

Fun Facts About Me:

can name all the states in alphabetical order (thank you, song from 4th grade, for never leaving my head, you cerebral stain you)

graduated from the same school as mark hamill and i share a birthday with russell crowe and jackie chan (so far they haven’t reached out to me for any sort of combined celebration, but fingers crossed for 2024, and everyone's invited)

Now to tag!! No preseure: i've been on here for like a week, i don't have a clue who to tag except @1waveshortofashipwreck

#get to know me #getting used to this #trying to extrovert

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aita-blorbos · 2 years ago

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AITA for feeling hurt my enemy-turned-ally couldn't even sleep in the same room as me?

So I (500M) have this guy who I used to be major enemies with but are now on the same side, let's call him A (?M). We used to hate each other. Me, because A was messing up plans of the organization I used to be in, and him because he hates the organization I was in + I tried to kill him and his friends multiple times. Also, I killed a friend of his (unintentional). But, with a series of events that made me leave my former organization, I've managed to come to terms with my terrible life up til then all thanks to A (and my aunt). Heck, A gave me a new name, allowed me free access to his home, and nowadays, up until now, for a year, we've been getting along well. I even cook for him sometimes. My point is, the entire time, he has acted like he trusted me and liked me, and generally very accepting.

Anyways, A has a thing for traveling all over the world, and since he happened to be in my country, recently he asked if I wanted to tag along for 2 weeks. Since I had the time, I agreed. The entire 2 weeks, whenever we checked into a hotel/tent/inn/etc. to sleep for the night, we'd always sleep in the same room/space as each other. However, I had noticed that A couldn't sleep during the trip. At all. I was admittedly a little worried. One day I jokingly asked him if it was because of me he couldn't sleep. He was suddenly quiet. I asked him if he was still stewing over my bad shit from before. He admitted that he was nervous that I would try to kill him when he was asleep. I'll admit, I got pissed, asked him why he would invite me if he didn't even trust me to sleep in the same room, and generally it was an ugly end to the trip. For the record, I haven't been violent ever since the start of our allyship, so I had no idea why he would think that.

When we got back and he dropped me off at my college (trip was over break), he apologized for the whole thing, admitted that the war we were in back when we were enemies traumatized him and he had yet to come to terms with it, called me his friend, and even hugged me. While I was happy with being called a "friend", I still feel like shit for realizing he doesn't trust me as much as I thought. But then considering our past and the shit I've done, am I just being an unreasonable asshole for feeling hurt in the first place? (and if so, what can I even do to make up for it?) I'm seriously really guilty over getting pissed at him.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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optiwashere · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @amorficzna last week to share whatever I'm working on. I'll tag... @siyurikspakvariisis and @grousebrood if y'all have anything you're willing to share! Anyone that sees this and feels like doing it can consider themselves tagged by me.

I don't have a WIP I can share prose-wise, so instead here's a wall of Asheera character notes! My love and light, my weirdo who likes objectively bad poetry.

This is basically written to be notes for me, so it's like a behind the scenes more than anything. Also, the second chunk of this relates to a post I made last week, so CW: Character death.

Asheera's age as of BG3: 32 (33? She was 35 in old notes last I checked, but that was 14th century DR and for a 3.5e game so her age is kinda up in the air at this point)

Height: 6'7" (~201cm)

Weight: around 260lbs. (~118kg)

Eye color: Brown (described as ruddy brown, like darker red clay)

Hair color: Black with faint blue streaks (not dyed, a fun lil extra happenstance from her Gondian transition)

Dialogue snippets from Asheera when talking to others about Shadowheart:

To Zevlor. "Do you remember what it was like to take your oath? How you felt suddenly right, and whole, and everything made sense? Don't get all puppy eyes at me about it, but yeah... it's like that with her." (author's note: from Zevlor's perspective, Asheera is explaining a relationship in a way that finally makes sense to him. She should be speaking slowly, as if to savor the words.)

To Aylin. "Oh, she's stolen her fair share of things, perhaps killed a person or two in the name of her former Dark Lady, but aren't we all monsters in our own way? A little redemption never hurt." (author's note: Asheera is an Oath of Redemption paladin in canon but in-game I couldn't pick it; she is explaining to Aylin how their relationship ever started. Asheera is trying to joke, badly, and it doesn't really work on Aylin. Probably followed by Aylin trying to rationalize all her evil deeds as necessary to find Selûne.)

To Isobel. "Is she devout? Eh, that's a question for her. I know she keeps little trinkets of the Moonmaiden around. I've made some for her, too. But if you're expecting her to join you in prayer or something, I'd temper that." (author's note: Isobel is excited to hear about Shadowheart's Selûnite worship. She is decidedly less excited after this conversation. Asheera finds this hilarious, and Isobel probably chides her for it.)

To Rolan. "No, listen. She didn't steal your books. Why would she want them? It's all magic gobbledygook anyways, what use would she have for them?" [back and forth] "And? I love her, but I wouldn't just lie to your face about her. I've an oath to uphold." (author's note: someone stole books from Sorcerous Sundries, and Rolan is somehow convinced it was Shadowheart. He trusts Asheera, but still thinks she's lying.)

To Gale. "I can't believe you haven't had Shadowheart over for dinner yet, especially since I was already coming." [Gale explains he has, but Tara was unhappy afterwards and it's been a whole thing.] "Oh? Didn't Tara like her? And why didn't she tell me she was here?" [Gale, after rambling for a long while on the meal he cooked for them all, explains that Shadowheart called Tara a cat. Not once, but twice. The second was accidental.] "Oh. Oh, I see. Yeah, no. That makes sense. Gods, I can't wait to ask her about tressyms when I get home." (author's note: Asheera should be just about bouncing on her seat with this information. Razzing a supposed once-master Sharran spy for social faux pas is way too much fun.)

To Astarion. "I wish she'd join us for these chats. I know she misses you terribly, even if she won't admit it." [Astarion makes a snide remark about how he doesn't miss Shadowheart.] "Whatever you say, but I'll remember that next time you ask how she's doing." (author's note: apparently Astarion and Asheera hang out often? Again, Asheera is an Oath of Redemption paladin, so redeeming a vampire spawn is like crack for her.)

To Karlach, should they ever meet again. "OK, OK. You're crushing me." [Karlach finally lets go of Asheera after a bone-breaking hug.] "She's coming, the whole ritual exhausted her and she needed a rest while you two came back." [Karlach razzes Asheera hardcore about her "tiring out" Shadowheart.] "I did learn that magic circles require all sorts of interesting components..." (author's note: this would be whatever the fuck would lead to Karlach and Wyll being pulled back from the Hells to have a normal, happy existence on the Material Plane.)

To Wyll, same as Karlach. "I wouldn't worry about Shadowheart." [Wyll says something to the tune of stinking like the Hells because of all the time he's spent fighting alongside Karlach.] "Seriously, I don't think Selûne is going to demand she pester you about it. She's not Isobel Thorm. Let's go celebrate, you've nothing to fret over! Seriously." (author's note: essentially, Wyll is even more worried about losing himself similarly to how he talks about not feeling like he can be the heroic figure he wants to be as in-game. If it's from his POV, he doesn't believe Asheera. He goes with her to celebrate with Karlach and Shadowheart, but he should be distant and withdrawn.)

To Lae'zel, same as the last two. N/A (author's note: they wouldn't talk about Shadowheart. Asheera & Lae'zel are on respectful terms, not friendly ones. Pretty much they'd only talk about how beating Vlaakith's ass is going. Fuck the Lich-Queen.)

Age of death: 94; extended lifespan due to the way Gond "rebuilt" her for her divine transition/gender affirmation. (I headcanon Shadowheart as early fifties, so she would be early 110s when this happens)

Dialogue snippets from Shadowheart after Asheera passes. A lot of this is melodramatic because I love melodrama:

“I lived fifty years without her before, I can manage it again.” (author’s note: she is lying poorly to whoever she’s speaking to with this line. Anyone remotely insightful should see this.)

“Sixty good years. Sixty-one and eleven months we had, when some have a fraction of that or never find it whatsoever. If ever there was a woman that could make those years feel effortless, it was her. But now it’s only the road and the care of strangers and their pets and livestock for me. It’s a quiet life, and I like it.” (author’s note: Shadowheart seems to lose herself, fall into herself when she’s talking about how long they were together. Logical brain trying to hide her broken heart. Whoever is hearing this should realize that Shadowheart has those years practically memorized. Memories are so important to someone who didn't use to have them before. When she speaks about her current life, she does seem content if cold. It’s different, and she is alone, but she’s happy with doing good, simple work. Pressing the matter of loneliness will just make her annoyed/angry/generally upset.)

“It was the thirteenth day of Eleint, 1554 by... by Dale Reckoning when she left me. No, that’s wrong. She didn’t leave me. That was the day she was taken from me. I couldn’t move her until the nineteenth, and I slept almost not at all. She’s buried near the sea, by where we lived together. I thought she'd want to be by her parents, but no. She wanted what she wanted, and I couldn't deny her anything. Ever. I visit whenever I pass by. I'm due for a visit with her youngest brother.” (author’s note: Shadowheart is clearly broken by this, but she must soldier on regardless. Wistful. Listener/reader gets the sense that Shadowheart always "just so happens to" pass by. Whoever is hearing this dialogue cannot comfort her at all about this, and trying to do so will make her very angry. She's been through this for decades by this point, she can't go through it again.)

If I were to tag this like a fic, it would have the "Angst with Happy Ending" tag. Interpret that however you wish until I make a fic about this.

#oc: asheera #bg3 #WIP wednesday #fanfiction #random rambling about writing #I go back and forth on her weight #so let's say she fluctuates a lot there we go ezpz #opti writes

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shakespearerants · 2 years ago

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15 Questions 15 Minutes

Thank you for the tag @neverland-in-space ! I already did this like 10 years ago (gefühlt) but I love talking about myself so here we go again 😈.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, but my parents are The Epitome of scatterbrained scientists so. It is very possible I am and they just never told me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhhhhh good question I don't remember. I almost cried when @freizusein picked me up in the middle of my Odyssee to grant me heat asylum in her apartment a few weeks ago, does that count?

3. Do you have kids?

I call my houseplants kiddies. In other words no.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, I don't, but people think I do bc apparently I have a tone?????? Please know if I ever asked you something sarcastically and you thought it was an excellent joke - I was serious and I'm still waiting for my answer.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

Team sports? Soccer in elementary school. Am not a fan of collective excersice unless we're talking (ballroom) dancing.

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

VIBES. My Freitagsstammtisch can attest to that I've been complaining about someone at uni all year based on a 5 sec interaction and it took me multiple days to even notice they have very very prominent tattoos.

7. Eye colour?

Greenish - brownish.

8. Special talents?

Ohhh boy. Charming older (as in your grandma older) women. Especially antiques dealers. Got a deal on some very nice brass pendants when I was in Leipzig the last time just by being me and looking a little bit sad. I was once gifted a whole ass diamond ring on the street by a woman wearing a fur coat in 35° weather. I have had MULTIPLE elderly women come up to me when I was walking the dog UNPROMPTED and tell me about their dog who recently died. Last time I went to my local antiques shop I was offered 100€ discount on a ring I was looking at within 5 mins of walking through the door, and I hadn't even brought up the price yet.

Also I am unfairly good at doing things, especially art related things, perfectly after watching someone do it once. Was very surprised in 4th grade when I realized not everyone can weave a whole 12cm Perlenarmband with design in 45 mins on their first try.

10. Where were you born?

In a town with a MASSIVE causewayed enclosure. I'm talking multiple trenches multiple ha crop mark visible over 3 different fields.

11. What are your hobbies?

Ceramics (looking at, sorting, reading about, counting, collecting thereof), churches (insert "I just think they're neat!" Meme here) (as in looking at them and usually grumbling about those damn neuzeitliche Umbauten), Adventures™ (can't leave the house without having one!), cooking, reading, painting, sketching, embroidery, I've made a resolution to get into making my own clothes, houseplants, writing.

12. Do you have pets?

I technically own a rabbit but she lives with my parents and younger siblings.

13. How tall are you?

Child sized according to the helpful measuring sticks at Ganzbeck.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Art, choir. For a very brief period of time maths.

15. Dream job?

Grabungsleitung of a really really big Forschungsgrabung on the Baustelle of the wannabe Lindners I went to school with. I want to see their faces when I tell them they can get their building privileges back in 5-10 years if they're extremely lucky. Let's leave the fact that I haven't even finished my bachelor's yet and really don't want to stay in academia out of this fantasy.

Tagging: @lachricola @evolutionsbedingt @freizusein @perchingowl @clueless-dullahan @frubeto and anyone else who wants to have a go!

#Quizzed!#about v #vladi speaks

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eluminium · 1 year ago

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I just like Skranchers bc its Silly and Funky and is an overall easy tag since Plateup Trio feels strange since other people play Plateup and its too nonspecific, Chaos Kitchen/Chaos Cooks is related to general other cooking content (at least from what I've seen while trying to search the tag), and unlike ZIT/ZITS or BEST, STJ/JST [?] doesn't have a sound to it so it's so easy to mix up the letters for someone like me that can't even remember basic number sequences

I understand wanting Skizz to have more credit and be treated with more respect instead of as an add-on, especially in content HE INITIATED, but I also don't think fighting about a tag is really something we should be doing? Like,, for example, saying someone dropped a 'dumb take' while making a completely valid point wasn't informative, just needlessly malicious? (Note: I apologize, if you meant that lightheartedly, I was just looking through the reblogs and saw that and it just kinda?? Feels icky??)

I understand not liking the tag or not using it, but is it worth stressing and being hostile towards other fans? If anything it just alienates anyone who might want to get into Skizz's content because of the hostility over using a silly tag

I say all of this nonmaliciously, I just want to better understand, not the intent/frustration since I mean I Get It, but why it's projected so harshly upon other people just trying to have fun with a silly goofy name

Well, the simple answer is while it would be great if we all could just use whatever names we wanted for duos/trios/quartets/what have you, at the end of the day we are a community that will have to decide on a name for ease of communication. That's why we have the names in the first place, yeah? And while the name "Skranchers" isn't objectively problematic (and neither are the people using it) it's a name I subjectively hate with my entire heart. (For the reasons stated in that OG reblog, which wasn't just about Skizz being pushed away. I'm assuming you've read it just so I won't have to repeat myself. If you haven't then I'd highly recommend reading it because y'know, I explain my reasons for why the name is Trash.) It was the name that was catching on with the fandom and was on its way to becoming the "official" tag for them. Which would mean that it wouldn't just be people having fun with a goofy name, it would be what everyone referred to them as, and if I and people like me wanted to interact or make art about them, we'd be forced to use that name. Now our fun is sacrificed, and for a really unneeded reason since I don't think anyone would be offended if we just came up with another name for them. We should all get to have fun together, instead of some of us having fun and the others having to suck it up And while you're entitled to your opinion, personally I don't think that's a strong enough argument considering we have names like Desert Duo despite the fact that Grian and Scar have not been in anything Desert-related for like, 2 years. Same with names like Seablings or Wither Duo or Flower Husbands. They're not bad names at all! But they are extremely removed from their context nowadays, and yet we still use them and recognize which characters are being referred to. Really, Ranchers haven't been Ranchers for a year if not more. The only reason we call them Ranchers is that the fandom knows that it's the name for Jimmy and Tango. Based on that, why would we reuse that name with its own unique dynamic/setting and glue Skizz to it when neither he nor the trio dynamic/setting has ANYTHING to do with Ranches, Ranching or the aesthetics of such? They play Plate-Up together! That's their thing! (for now.) Just like the Ranch was The Thing for Tango and Jimmy during DL! Therefore it would make more sense to make a trio name related to Plate-Up or cooking instead of using anything relating to Ranchers. I can however agree that the letter combos don't really work since there are no vowels. I'll give you that one. Personally, I use "Goodfellas" for them based on that entire bit where they were acting like mobsters, and someone in the mob is referred to as a Goodfella. But names like "Goo Crew", based on the Goo jokes, are excellent as well! Thing is also if you read that OG post and its reblog, outside of that one tag (which was intended to be overly dramatic and not fully serious but I now see that it was a mistake to not mark it as such. Sorry about that.) it's not attacking anyone. It's very focused on the name itself because I don't have a problem with the people using it. It's a dumb name, yeah, but that's no reason to hate someone. That post was not meant as an attack, but more as me showing my own resistance to the name and imploring my fellow fans to perhaps pick another name! Because I think the name is shit, and extremely frustrating as a Skizz fan. Especially with the recent "The S in ZITS stands for Solidarity" nonsense and the fact that Rancher fans have a bad habit of throwing Ranchers into places where people were trying to talk about something else for once while carelessly pushing aside other characters. At the end of the day, everyone's gotta have a weird hill to die on. And this is mine. Does the name of a trio made up of fully grown men playing video games together matter to my life that much? Of course not. But in a fandom space, which this is, it does matter to me.

#el answereth #el ranteth #CHOO CHOO DISCOURSE COMING THROUGH #well it's too small to really be discourse #so uh #CHOO CHOO RANT IS COMING THROUUGHHH

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