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bubuslutty · 2 months ago

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Day 8: emails

pairing: demon/angel!fem reader x tf141

word count: 1.2k

tags: not beta read

warnings: +18. mdni

a/n: she's baccckkkk!! It's been a WHILE since I last updated, but now I think I'm back on the boat again. Not totally sure, but I'm feeling much better and will be slowly writing again for this fic, and other fics for other fandoms on ao3 and other accounts on tumblr. thank you for your patience and enjoy <3

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63142366/chapters/161705329

*WA = Wish Assignment

*Malak = Angel in Arabic

Angel purposely didn't allow Johnny to fuck her that evening. She wanted to get her hands on him, give him a taste and send him dazed and loopy back to his house and lieutenant. She wanted Johnny to have a taste and crave more, she wanted him trusting and a little pathetically wanting. And Angel managed to do just that when she let him get his thick fingers inside her pussy with one arm wrapped around her back, keeping her arched against him, tits pressing at his hairy tan chest. When Johnny almost pulled her over the edge, he decided he had to get a taste and flipped her around, shamelessly manhandling her on her stomach, pulling her hips up and smashing his face between her legs like he was starving, and maybe he was, Johnny does have a big appetite after all.

When she finally managed to pull Johnny's face away from her wet puffy lips by his Mohawk, she kissed him square on the mouth and sent him home. She didn't even let him change, sent him back home with his stuff in a plastic bag, still wearing that damn skirt in the middle of the street. Hopefully nobody saw him and that big tent between his legs.

Johnny didn't even get to knock before the door was swung open and Simon was there, drinking him in.

Johnny was flushed, smelled like sex and sweet feminine perfume, with glitter smeared across his neck and right cheekbone. Simon dragged him inside the house with a hand wrapped around the back of his neck and Johnny let him. He isn't sure how he ended up in his bed, on his stomach, but he felt exhausted and drunk with beer and pussy, so Johnny closed his eyes and let sleep pull him away from the waking world under the watchful eyes of his Lieutenant, Ghost.

"How was the slumber party?" Gaz asked with a raised brow, nursing a mug of coffee.

Johnny slowly walked down the stairs looking like he was experiencing a nasty hangover, but weirdly enough, his head didn't hurt, he didn't feel sick and really, all he was feeling was tired and content, but especially tired.

This time he changed and was wearing a loose pair of shorts and a hoodie, making his way straight to the coffee machine while the rest of the guys watched him.

"How are you?" Simon asked him, standing by the glass door in their kitchen, that lead to the garden, a mug in hand. He looked extra large that morning, as tall and wide as that door.

Johnny finally looked up, "I'm fine, just tired, Christ…"

He felt as if they fucked like crazy yesterday, or as if he was fucked, which was extremely strange, so Johnny grabbed his hot mug and tilted his head to the side, "It's weird how tired I feel even if we didnae fuck or anything," He gently blew over his coffee and took a small sip, "Next time, you're coming with, Lt," Johnny meant it as some sort of support, maybe if Simon joined them next time, he'll be able to come out of Angel's house feeling like this time, she didn't somehow suck the energy out of his body like a damn vampire.

Or maybe he shouldn't be thinking of a next time, maybe his body was warning him that she was a red flag.

"What makes you think there would be a next time?" Simon asked. He wasn't being mean, and Johnny knew it, Simon just tends to sound dry and mean without meaning to. "You're acquainted with this mouth, Simon, you tell me," Johnny said, smirking a little as Gaz watched the two in silence with wide curious eyes.

"I don't know, Johnny, maybe she's not like that," Ghost shrugged and placed his now empty mug in the sink.

"Nothing a little convincing won't solve," Johnny easily said, stretching his arms above his head and Gaz raised a brow, "Sounds predatory and manipulative,"

"You n' your fancy words, Garrick," Johnny rolled his eyes. If Angel liked him and invited him in her house, she'll like his mates as well, especially since he tends to be a little crazier than the rest. If he was enough of a good boy that she trusted him, the rest of them will be just fine.

"You in?" Simon turned to Gaz. Johnny and Ghost both stared at him in silence, and he sighed, "Yeah," He may as well be in whatever the hell this is, just to watch out for her, like a good Samaritan, or that's what he's telling himself.

"Good," Simon nodded, and that was when their front door opened and Price came back from his run, sweaty and pink in the cheeks.

WA #141202325 - Progress Report

from: Malak - 4294 [email protected]

to: Mr M [email protected]

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:36 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Hey Mr M!

I hope you're doing okay and have gone out or something, you need to relax a little.

Anyway, I'm doing okay, I have finally made sexual contact with one of the WA subjects, Johnny McTavish, I think I successfully left a mark and he'll reel in the rest of the humans to me in time.

Kuromi says hi and pls leave that shitty stuffy office for a breather.

Take care <3

Angel XOXO

RE: WA #141202325 - Progress Report

from: Mr M [email protected]

to: Malak - 4294 [email protected]

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:38 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Dear Angel,

Thank you for the update, keep up the good work.

Kind regards,

Mr M

PS. Mind your own damn business.

Email Etiquette

from: 666 [email protected]

to: Malak - 4294 [email protected]

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:45 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

4294,

Please use correct email etiquette when communicating with other members of staff. This is to ensure that professionalism is held and to make sure everyone has a pleasant time at the Wish Agency.

Thank You,

666

RE: Email Etiquette

from: Malak - 4294 [email protected]

to: 666 [email protected]

cc: Mr M [email protected]

date: Feb 17, 2025, 9:50 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

666,

no <3

Angel

XOXO

RE: Email Etiquette

from: 666 [email protected]

to: Malak - 4294 [email protected]

cc: Mr M [email protected]

date: Feb 17, 2025, 10:02 AM [London - Earth Central Time]

Dear Angel 4294,

We sincerely apologise for the automatic email, it was accidentally sent to you. We apologise for any caused inconvenience.

Kind regards,

666

Angel scoffed at her laptop screen and closed it, this always happen every 10 years or so, trying to police her written communications etiquette because apparently they should have no personality and be absolutely robotic in realising human wishes. If you work with humans, you're bound to develop what is called, a personality.

Worst of all, Angel's division specialises in darker/more explicit wishes. Some humans may refer to them as sins, she murdered for her assignments, lied, committed extra marital sex, and so many other messy things, so it's especially annoying when they try to police her into acting professional when everybody knows you'll bend over if she asked, and that is without even using a lick of her powers.

Mr M must've dealt with them for her. That's good. At least he knows how to listen to her sometimes.

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pikslasrce · 5 months ago

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WE DID IT!!

thanks to you all, malak's family finally has a new tent <3

HOWEVER! their little brother ahmed still needs treatment for his burns, and they need the money for basic survival as well. despite the recent surge in donations, their fundraiser is only at 11% of its full goal, so i encourage you to keep donating!

€6,502/€60,000 raised

GOFUNDME [vetted]

@malak3ayman @ahmaedworld1

#palestine fundraiser #gaza fundraiser #free gaza #free palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #gaza genocide #🍉

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karlmarxmaybe · 8 months ago

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HELP A FAMILY OF TWELVE ESCAPE THE GAZA GENOCIDE!!!

Vetted by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein, #305 in the list:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview?pli=1#gid=0

The goal is in norwegian kroner, 11 kronor is worth 1 USD and every 1110 kroner is 100 USD. You can donate USD.

The story of the organizer, Ayman Al-Habil (@nour20habil), in his own words:

My name is Ayman Al-Habil, the father of ten, 5 females and 5 males (Aya, Heba, Nour, Malak, Mustafa, Muhammad, Ahmed, Yazan) On October 7, 2023, our lives were completely changed, the bombing of our house on our head was martyred My brother, and all my children were injured, some of them were described as severe. We had to migrate to the beach camp, then we moved to the south of the Gaza Strip (Deir al-Balah camp). I lived in a tent in December, the long, rainy winter, the weather was cold every day, drowning from the rain, and my family and I spent four months in tents.Then I migrated to Rafah, specifically on March 18, 2024. I left Deir al-Balah. I went to Rafah. I could not find a shelter. We spent the whole night in the truck. Then I started looking for shelter for me and my children.I found a school affiliated with Anruwa, my family and I sat in a classroomSchools are our shelters, as the class was divided into 4 families. Life was very difficult, neither water nor food nor sanitation, diseases and epidemics spread widely, as I had diabetes and cartilage, and my 5-year-old son, Ahmed, had hepatitis, and my 3-year-old child had osteoporosis. Hepatitis, with great difficulty, provided treatment for the difficulty of living, the financial situation and the high price of the drug My eldest daughter, Aya, graduated from the Faculty of Nursing,My daughter Heba is a software engineering graduate from the Islamic University of my daughter Nour studying English commerce at Gaza Training College: GTC: affiliated with Unrow الصور My son Mustafa is a high school student, Ahmed is in the first grade of primary school, and Muhammad is in the fifth grade of primary school,I recently lost my mother who had Cancer Help me rebuild my house Help me to escape death and extermination My children and your donations will help me make this possible and improve our tragic situation Thanks to your financial support, it will be part of my life change. I want to tell you every 11 kronor is worth 1 USD and every 1110 kroner is 100 USD.

#vetted

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arej1kh · 4 months ago

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My name is Areej Al-Khalidi, and I find myself in this situation as I write this and I ask for your help.

My small family consists of 5 members, me, my husband" Osama" and 3 children, Omar, Malak, and Leen. We were all living great lives

But everything changed on October 7th.

Our house was completely destroyed, like the rest of the houses in the neighborhood,

We never expected that all our beautiful future would turn out to be such a terrible nightmare...

Please, if you are unable to donate yourself, please share it with anyone you feel may be able to help us. We are very grateful, and will never forget this help, thanks.

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garf-lover96 · 8 months ago

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happy anniversary to me and Julian :3 a few months ago i made a post that i will write a fic for the occasion and i DID and i reached the character limit in my google keep note because it was that long. it's almost 4k words!! that's how much i love him guys!! i don't know how i suddenly went from writing little 1k fics to this monstrosity but i'm happy with how it turned out🤞🤞 it's under the cut because it really is huge and also disgustingly mushy, be careful!!.....

i should start titling my fics or something but i don't really want to.. maybe they'll get their titles somewhere in the future

———

Rowan sits in the palace parlor, half sunken into the soft pillows of the sofa. His hand raises to pick at his lips, before the magpie on his shoulder screeches at him and he's forced to drop it back into his lap. The countess sitting across from him chuckles softly and speaks up for the first time in a longer while.

"I do agree with Bluebell. You're much too anxious about the whole situation." Nadia imparts and takes a small sip from her teacup. The magpie seems smug at the fact someone's agreed with her.

"I know, I know that... But are you sure the gift isn't too small?" Rowan asks and starts unconsciously picking at his nails, earning him another loud screech.

"A ring of all things is an accurate gift for an anniversary, I assure you."

"He doesn't even wear jewelry, this is silly..." he mumbles out and rubs his face with a frustrated huff.

Seeing Rowan's distressed expression, Nadia sets her cup down and walks over to sit down by his side. The man straightens up a little as she places a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Can you tell me what this is really about?" she inquires with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Maybe it's just... A commitment thing..."

"...Could you elaborate on that?"

"I just mean- Are promise rings the right amount of commitment? Will he think I'm a hypocrite for giving him a ring when I've previously told him that I don't want marriage-?"

"...Dear, do you hear yourself?"

Rowan is about to start picking at his nails again before Bluebell hops down into his hands and he begins to preen the bird instead.

"I sincerely doubt that Julian would even be capable of such a thought. That is, when it comes to you, at the very least."

"I guess..."

"Rowan, I'm certain that Julian hasn't changed his mind on that agreement. He'll love those rings." Nadia assures, carding through his hair gently and putting unruly wisps back into place.

Sighing softly, Rowan rests his head on her shoulder, her fragrant perfume calming his nerves "I know how silly I sound, I'm sorry..."

Nadia chuckles fondly "This is quite an important milestone for you, it's natural to be nervous about it. Especially since this is your first time celebrating a relationship anniversary."

She glances down to notice that the man is now squeezing Bluebell's body rhythmically. Not that the fluffed up bird seems to mind, she seems a little drowsy in fact, as if she's entirely used to it.

"But you know, if you're this worried that I can't imagine just how troubled Julian is. Remind me when do you have to head back?"

Rowan's eyes move towards the big clock standing in the corner of the room. "In a few hours... And yeah, he's probably spiraling right about now. I bet he got me something beautiful though..." he says and smiles softly.

"Would you like to take a stroll in the garden? You could use some fresh air to relax before your rendezvous."

"Yeah, let's do that... Thank you, Nadia." he nods before reaching over to finish his cold cup of tea.

~~~

Portia stumbles through the streets of Goldgrave, Malak constantly pulling at her sleeves, leading her somewhere. She was really hoping to get some garden work done before the raven showed up and caused a big ruckus. All she managed to deduce from the urgent croaks is that Julian apparently needs help with something. The bird dives down to pull on a strand of her hair once more.

"Give me a break! I told you already, my legs aren't as long as Ilya's-" she yanks her lock back from Malak's talons with a small grunt, "Ugh, if you want me to bail him out again, I swear he'll be going to his little date with a black eye."

She's a little confused when the bird perches on top of her head not a few moments later.

"We're stopping? But this is..." she trails off and looks up. This is undeniably the building where she's watched her brother's stage performances before. But why would he be in the community theater of all places today? She makes her way through the entrance and soon enough she can hear some distant labored grunting, followed by a loud frustrated yell. Malak takes off from her head and flies further through the corridor, then audibly crashes into something with a thud.

"Where were you? I was starting to think you've abandoned me." Julian can be heard talking to the raven the closer Portia gets to the backstage. When the scene comes into view, her jaw drops a little.

"You're stealing a piano." Portia's tone isn't questioning in the slightest, somehow this does seem like something he'd do.

Julian straightens up and whips around to face his sister with a mortified expression "Stealing- I'm not stealing, this is a perfectly legal operation! And what in the world are you even doing here?!" his gaze shifts to the raven sitting on top of the said piano "I told you I don't need any help! Traitor..." he huffs hopelessly and leans against the instrument. The longer Portia looks at him, the more she notices just how exhausted he looks.

"...Don't tell me you were trying to carry a piano all by yourself. Where would you even bring it?"

"It's a gift, Pasha! I spent months trying to renovate this old thing so I could give it to Rowan! He's been taking those lessons from Nadia and he's already so good... I wanted him to have a piano of his own at home." he whines out and runs his gloved hand down his face.

"What- Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I obviously would've helped!"

"Because- Because it's my responsibility! I got the gift so now I have to carry it home! And it's fine because I'm sure you have your own chores to do today and I'm strong enough to drag this thing back to the shop myself. Thank you for your concern." having said that, Julian pushes the piano forward and it makes an outrageously loud creak as it moves against the wooden floor.

It makes Portia grimace. She can't bear the thought of the piano being massacred like this any longer.

"Stop! I'm not letting you drag it on the ground all the way there. You'll just ruin it, idiot." she grumbles and walks around the instrument, managing to get a pretty good hold on it from one end. She shoots Julian a meaningful look, urging him to grab the other side.

He sighs in defeat before quickly laying his discarded coat over it and they manage to lift the piano off the ground together. It makes Malak croak in surprise but he doesn't move an inch. Manoeuvering it through all the corridors leading outside is hard work, so they take a break once they've carried it out into the street.

Only when the daylight reaches the piano can all the intricate details finally be seen. Portia runs her hand over the carvings depicting a bunch of wildflowers and animals. The fresh coat of varnish makes the instrument glisten in the sun.

"And you're telling me you're just allowed to walk out with a piece like this? This must be worth a fortune!"

"A fortune is what I spent on getting it into proper shape... The exterior might be beautiful but the insides were all jumbled up. Not that I know much about pianos... I spent a long time trying to find all the necessary experts to fix it." he huffs out again and rests his elbow on top of the instrument, swinging his hand at Malak to shoo him off of it "Ride's over, I'm not letting you scratch it up..."

The bird relents and moves to perch on Portia's shoulder as she circles the piano, her eyes boring into the insane details. She brings the fall board up so she can see the keys as well.

"...Oh my god, is this ivory?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it is, yes. It's supposed to be durable, thankfully none of the keys were missing-"

"This is the kind of stuff they have at the palace!" she exclaims and looks at them in awe.

"It's- It's not too much, right? Will he think I'm out of my mind for getting him a piano with ivory keys...?" Julian suddenly seems a little less confident about his present than a second ago. But before his sister is allowed to answer, his eyes dart up and he winces when he notices the sun's position.

"Drat, look at us just standing around here, we don't have much time! We might have to take those tight shortcuts..."

"Maybe we won't have to if you just grab onto the piano, Ilya..."

"Right, yes!" he squares his shoulders, quickly stepping over to take the lead in the piano-carrying assignment. Once they both get a secure hold on the instrument again, they lift it up and start walking through the streets.

In this situation getting some surprised stares from people is inevitable, but Julian is not concerned with that at all. Instead, he keeps glancing up, clearly stressing over whether they'll be able to make it to the shop and carry the gift inside in time, before Rowan returns from the palace.

He glances behind briefly to notice that Malak is still comfortably rested atop Portia's shoulder. Then he speaks up, slight concern apparent in his voice. "Malak, friend, do you think you could check up on Rowan? Er, just to make sure that he's not going to be inconveniently punctual."

The bird seems mildly inconvenienced at the fact that he has to leave his place snuggled into Portia's soft hair but doesn't need much more convincing. Leaving some stray feathers behind, he takes off into the air. Without the ravens frequent croaking, there falls a silence between the siblings. Portia notices Julian's tense shoulders and can't resist to tease him a bit.

"...You know, maybe he will think you're a snob for the ivory keyboard."

"Pasha, don't stress me out!" he yells back at her, trying to hold back a smile at the sound of her jesting giggle.

~~~

While in the air, Malak obediently stays in pursuit of Rowan to distract him if needed, but shortly after spotting him on his way out of the palace, he notices the man seemingly taking the scenic route anyway. Hopping his way along the roofs, the raven notices him stop somewhere in the corner of the town square.

Hugging his knees to his chest, Rowan stares down at particularly stout, shiny beetle. His familiar jumps towards it again but he stops her with an index finger, poking her away.

"I told you it's too fat for you to eat. I don't want you to choke, sweetheart."

A grumpy screech.

"...I'm not going to cut it into pieces either. There are people here."

Another screech.

"What? I'm not tempting you! Can't I just stare at a bug in peace for a moment?" the tension between his brows increases a little as he keeps his eyes on the beetle "I'm not nervous anymore, I just need a second, okay?"

Bluebell hops forward and flops onto her back, trying to distract Rowan.

"Your little baby tantrum won't fix anything, you know."

The magpie seems offended now. She opens her beak threateningly...

"No, hey, don't you dare do that-"

A series of deafening screeches tear through the square as Bluebell tries to put a stop to Rowan's overthinking in her own way. He scoops her up from the ground and starts shushing her frantically.

"Stop screaming! We can go to the shop, you can take the stupid beetle, just don't make a scene!"

She stops immediately and wriggles out of his grasp to pick the beetle up by one skinny, squirming leg. It makes Rowan frown a little.

"...Just make sure to chew it well, please." he mutters and finally continues walking.

~~~

Already inside the shop, the Devoraks try to carry the piano up the stairs and not fall to their deaths in the process. A firm boot planted on the creaking step, Julian pushes forward as Portia leads the way, carefully climbing backwards.

"Just a few more Pasha, you've got this..." he reassures and angles his head so that he can see the short corridor the staircase leads to.

With a series of collective labored groans they manage to pull the piano onto the top floor before almost collapsing against it.

"Now that's a workout! Gosh, I barely feel my calves... And hands... And..." Portia trails off, raising her hand to pull her damp with sweat hair away from her face.

"I think I was seconds away from breaking my spine there..." Julian gasps and quickly pulls his gloves off of his hands, throwing them onto the piano "Just one more... Curve... I swear I'll get you such a nice thank you gift, you're the best sister in the whole wide world..." he seems to be getting a little teary-eyed but he quickly composes himself for the sake of the mission.

Portia seems to nod acknowledingly at her brother's emotional speech as she tilts her head to look downstairs at the sound of slight tapping "I think Malak's back..."

Julian turns around and observes as the raven wanders into the shop through the back door, his talons clicking against the wooden floor. He caws a few times which makes Julian grimace.

"Alright, I have no idea what that meant but I will assume that Rowan is already near... Are you okay to keep going, Pasha?"

She gives him a quick thumbs up and shakes her hands off, then grabs onto the piano as if she didn't just drag a half a ton instrument up some very steep stairs. Carrying it into the bedroom doesn't take near as much work as all the previous routes but once it's sitting in it's designated place, the siblings just slide down to sit on the floor for a short moment.

"You were right, you're always right, I wouldn't have managed without you, Pasha..." Julian weeps out and quickly pulls her into a hug.

"Yes, you would've been dead a hundred times over if it weren't for me." she wraps her arms around him with a grin, feeling just a little lightheaded from all the carrying she did today "I should get going, don't wanna disturb you loverboys." she snorts and pokes at her brother's waist.

"Ah, allow me to escort you then, dear sister!" he gets to his feet—his back cracking loudly—and upon wiping a stray tear from his eye, he pulls her up by the forearms "Good to stand?"

Portia nods. It's a careful walk back down, both of their legs are still quite wobbly after the endeavor. Upon opening the door for her sister, Julian is surprised to find a spooked Rowan on the steps just outside. He staggers back a bit as it suddenly opens.

"Oh, Portia...? What are you doing here?" he asks with growing worry on his face at her disheveled state.

She just smiles and dives in for a hug, making the magpie on his shoulder startle and fly up to the rafters instead "All will make sense in a jiffy! Enjoy your date!" with one last squeeze, Portia takes off, turning around to wave goodbye.

Locking eyes with Rowan, Julian promptly pulls him inside and up into his arms with a beaming smile "Lover, you're here at last!"

"Julian-! I wanted to- Why... Why is your shirt soaked...?" Rowan stares at him with a confused expression, his feet still awkwardly dangling above the ground as his partner holds him.

"Ahaha, I promise to freshen up before our dinner... But what were you going to say?" Julian inquires with a smile and sets him down gently.

"I, uh, wanted to give you my present first because I thought about it way too much and... Just wanted to get that off my chest, you know? Is that okay?" Rowan squeezes Julian's hands gently, looking up at him with an unsure smile.

"Yes, more than okay! I'm dying to see what you thought of."

"Should we go upstairs-?"

"No! Not... Not yet. We, er, can go sit down in the back room, if you'd like."

Rowan widens his eyes with surprise again but doesn't mind going along with the idea. Once they're seated next to each other, he speaks up again "Before you see the gift, I just wanted to say that... Even though we already had that conversation about whether we ever want to take our relationship to the 'next stage' and came to an agreement, I still wanted you to have some kind of confirmation, I guess... I know how important that is for you and I really wanted you to know that I'm very, very serious about this, so..." with one trembling hand and a soft sniff, he fishes out a small pouch out of his vest's pocket and unties the thin string around it. He can feel Julian's eye boring into him as he works on opening it.

"...Hold out your hand, please."

Julian obeys and gives him his hand, palm facing up. His smile is bright with anticipation until Rowan twists his hand gently and takes it into his own instead. A shiny, sliver ring comes into his view, with what seems to be a small, green gemstone embedded in the middle. His jaw drops wordlessly as his partner slides it onto his finger. He inhales a bit before Rowan stops him.

"Don't say anything yet! Just a second!" he quickly reveals a second, matching ring, with the same design as the first one, but the colors seem to be different. It's gold with a red gemstone. Rowan holds it up to the one that's already on Julian's hand.

"These represent us, see? I had the gemstones switched so that the green reminds you of me but you can still wear silver. Ah, and- And you don't have to worry about your gloves either! Yours is actually adjustable so- You can wear it whenever you want!" he raises his eyes to check on his partner's reaction and his nervous smile softens when he sees some tears already streaming down his face, along with a huge grateful smile. Julian takes it upon himself to take the matching ring and slide it onto Rowan's finger before pulling him into a very tight hug.

"God, you really thought of everything... Thank you, love, they're so beautiful-" he voice cracks just a little before he buries his face in Rowan's hair, who's already exhaling in relief because the gift did turn out to be a success.

"There's just one more thing, actually." Rowan gently dries Julian's teary cheeks and makes him look down at their hands again "I'll let you do the honors. Touch one of the stones, hm?"

Once he gently taps his own ring, the other one lights up in a soft glow. It makes Julian gasp softly "This is the single most romantic thing you've ever done, I'm pretty sure."

"I can think of a few more... And it's a simple enchantment, really..." Rowan mumbles with a shy smile, still observing the rings that are finally in their rightful places.

"I'd love to just stare at these forever but... Now I really want you to see what I got for you. You're going to love it." he lowers his head to leave a sweet kiss on Rowan's lips before helping him to his feet.

They walk up the stairs together until Julian covers Rowan's eyes in front of the entrance to their bedroom. It makes Rowan tilt his head in confusion a little.

"Just keep walking, darling, I've got you."

"Yes, okay..."

They stop in the middle of the room and Julian makes Rowan face the direction of his gift.

"Are you ready?"

"I hope I am." Rowan answers with a small chuckle. When Julian's hands drop from his eyes to his shoulders, his eyes settle on the piano at last.

His reaction is a little delayed, but once it kicks in, it's nothing like Julian's controlled few sobs. He bites down on his lower lip and absolutely breaks down. The thick tears streaming down his eyes make it hard to keep his eyes on the piano. It makes Julian worried for a split moment.

"Er, these are happy tears, yes? You haven't given up on the art of music, right?" he asks and steps in to take Rowan's face into his hands as he keeps sobbing loudly. He only manages to nod firmly and pull him into a hug to keep crying into his shirt.

"A whole fucking piano... You're absolutely insane..."

"Now, there's the reaction I was waiting for! I was a tad worried that you were just pretending to like it." he remarks cheekily and runs his fingers through Rowan's hair gently, "I should mention that I couldn't decide on what little bench I should get to go along with it so we can go buy one tomorrow, if you'd like. There's a ton of colors of the cushioning to choose from, apparently."

"Damn it, I should've bought you a vielle instead... We could've been playing a duet right now..." Rowan weeps, attempting to dry his face while the tears just keep flowing.

"Oh we'll play many duets yet, dear. And anyway, you can get one for me on our next anniversary."

"And let me guess, to upstage the piano you'll get me a boat next year...?"

"Oh shush, don't spoil it!" Julian rolls his eyes playfully "We'll have time to talk about the future during our dinner which we don't want to be late to, eh?"

"Yeah, future... We should start getting ready." Rowan wipes is eyes into his sleeve and pulls Julian's face down gently to kiss him "Happy anniversary. I love you."

"I love you too, Rowan. Happy anniversary."

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according to my screentime app, i spent 2 hours on this yesterday ALONE and almost 12 hours in general during the past 2 weeks. waow❤️ i have a drive

AND FUCKING TUMBLR POSTED THIS WHEN I WAS CLICKING "SAVE AS DRAFT" I SWEAR I'M GOING TO GO ON A RAMPAGE

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2 vetted campaigns for families in Gaza that need support

Both campaings were verified by a diligent mutual on Twitter and both have been shared by Gaza funds on Twitter.

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$32,974 raised of $40,000 goal

https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-secure-a-safe-haven-for-eileens-family

Eileen is a 1yo from Gaza, you can see her dad's Twitter here and her mom's twitter here.

€11,164 raised of €25,000 goal

https://www.gofundme.com/f/urgent-help-my-family-survive-the-gaza-war

Tamer has 3 young kids, Nabeeh (8 years old), Shams (5 years old), and Malak (3 years old), you can see his Twitter account here.

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What would happen if the Sleepy Thrall got sick and needed medical attention?

-- @oliversrarebooks

WOHEO Masterlist So here’s like. My fifth? writing post of the past week… I’m just on the writing grind :3

cw: sickfic, pet whump, multiple whumpers & whumpees, vampire whumpers, captivity hypnotised/brainwashed whumpees

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“Mal…ak?”

Nevan delicately poked his head inside the dimly lit room, the tall, wooden door creaking along.

His vision took a moment to settle into the darkness as he looked toward the thrall’s shared mattress placed beside the vampire’s luxurious bed, fully expecting Malak to be seated atop it.

Strangely, he was not.

“Malak?” Nevan called again softly, turning around the room until his gaze landed on the corner farthest from said mattress.

Huddled up to the wall, curled into a tight ball of his large frame Malak sniveled, nose dribbling with snot and eyes rung sickly red. He rubbed his face with his palms, shielding his vision from bright light sneaking in from the open door. “Oh.”

Nevan carefully stepped inside, shutting the door slowly behind him until it clicked. Arms outstretched in front of him he knelt before the ill thrall. “Malak..? Are you… alright?” He questioned, voice low and gravely, trying purposely to not make enough noise that may elicit or increase a headache.

“Um…” Malak started, peeking the tiniest bit out from his legs. His eyes were wide and shaky, body trembling. “Head… feels weeeird… don’t like.” He mumbled quietly, brows furrowing in muddled confusion. “‘M sorry…”

Nevan placed a hand to his knee, rubbing lightly over his skin with a soft thumb. “It’s fine. Yes… you… you should get back in bed…” he urged, guiding Malak's gaze to the tussled mattress he had wandered out of.

“Nngh…! Noooo… no bed, please…” Malak whined, pushing his frame further into the wall behind him. At least, as much farther as he could, already shoved deep against it.

Nevan sighed. “You… you like it here?”

Malak only nodded weakly in response, his head swaying just the slightest bit from dizziness. Nevan lifted a thermometer between two fingers. “Okay… uh, can… Master Darius told me to take your temperature… again… can, can I?”

For a beat Malak considered allowing him to do so, before giving another slight nod of approval. “Umm… shh… sure…”

“Thank you. Say ah.”

The other man obliged, welcoming the thermometer under his outstretched tongue and accepting it by the grip of his lips. The two waited in silence, Nevan still brushing the other man’s skin as a means of comfort.

“Mm… one oh one.” Nevan read the numbers, disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry… sorryyyy… sorry…” Malak slumped back once again, head lolling onto his buckled shoulders. “Head weird… Nevan.” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight.

Nevan wanted to help him, he really did. He didn’t remember ever having been sick himself, but from the look of how hard it hit Malak, he could almost understand exactly how gross he felt. “No… I’m… I’m sorry.” How could he possibly help? How disgustingly useless.

Malak clawed feebly at his own skin and flesh, wriggling and fidgeting restlessly in his spot and portraying his own agony. “Don’t… don’t, ummm, like it… bad. Bad.” He whined, gratingly, the sound scratching against Nevan’s eardrums.

“Well… you’re, you’re talking a lot. That’s nice.”

“Feels weird… bad…”

Nevan frowned. “Well Master had to, to make you more… awake ‘n stuff so we can help you. That’s good… right?”

Adrastus had been practically forced to ease up on Malak’s enthrallment due to his ill state, him having been doing overall far worse with it as intense as normal. Plus, they required him to be able to communicate his pain in order to aid in his recovery. It was a condition he was, as expected, still adjusting to.

“Good… goood…” Malak mimicked. Nevan grinned, just a little bit from hearing the other man still utilizing one of his common habits even when dreadfully sick.

Before Nevan could open his lips to speak again, the door was nuged open so Adrastus could enter. Their arms were full with further bedding, elegantly lush pillows and blankets gathered for their favorite thrall. “Oh, dear, I’m back.” They bumbled in, heading straight to the thrall’s bed before they took notice of its absence of a body.

The pair followed as their face flipped to further distress in a flash, searching quick for their thrall, before landing on the two. “Nevan!” They exclaimed, recoiling an inch backwards. “You mustn’t be in here, get, get! You might catch it! I know how much you care about your little friend, but we just can’t risk you getting sick as well.”

Adrastus slipped between the thralls as Nevan stood to his feet, heading to leave as the vampire had instructed, but was held back by Malak gripping the bottom of his dress with a deadly grip.

“Goodness, how are you doing, baby? Tell me how you feel. What do you need? I can get you anything.” The vampire fussed, tucking their thrall’s sweat coated curls behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes.

Malak mewled, the edge of his words shaky and cracked as the urge to cry was swelling. “Bad… ickyyy…”

“Yes, love, I know, I know. What’s bad?” They pressed, urgently and needily.

He thought for a moment, processing their wants and questions, scouring for an acceptable answer. “Mmmngh… head… my, mmn, nose…”

“Alright, what can I get you? Umm… medicine? I’ll see if we have any more blankets? Please, baby, I’ll get you anything.” Their tone was growing ever so more distressed by the second, desperate for a solution as they nodded along with his soft but pained mumbles. The edge of their words was tainted with what almost seemed like fear.

Nevan watched their conversation unfold, stomach churning with sick and worry filled unease. He’d never seen Adrastus less than elegantly put together, never without their dignified, strict composure. The sight of them carefully trying to keep up their facade rattled anxiety in his bones.

“Want… want…” Malak gazed gently upward, meeting the other thrall with cloudy eyes that mirrored the still hazy fog of his mind. “Nevaaannnn… Nevaaaannn…!” He continued tugging at the dress flowing from Nevan’s waist, jerking him harder and harder as Nevan struggled against the much stronger man.

“No, no. No Nevan.” Their tone was devoid of anger, rather spewing with urgency. “Nevan. Leave.”

“Nooo! Nevaaann…! Need!”

His head was spinning, being called every which way. He didn’t know what to do, who’s orders to follow. His face was tainted with the scald of flattery, poorly hiding his excitement of someone, especially Malak, expressing a need of him. Him. Though, he knew such defiance was not acceptable.

“No, sweet, Master is right here. Nevan can’t help you, but master can. You could get Nevan sick.” Adrastus corrected with a strained smile, trying their very best to remain calm. “And, you like master more, don’t you? Master’s right here.”

Malak whined again, looking nearly dejected, making Nevan’s heart only hurt further with vigorous compassion. “Sorry… sorry… need, ummm, Nev… annn…”

“No! You are sick! You’re going to get him sick!” Their voice continued rising with stinging heat, shouting at their own thrall while still in a short vicinity. They had dropped any and all lingering peace in their mind, and Nevan jumped back, cowering weakly.

They never yelled at Malak. Never. Both thralls were understandably stuck in place with surprise, salty tears instinctively welling in Malak’s eyes. Nevan wished he could’ve done something, anything, but Adrastus' burning stare was well enough to keep him frozen in place.

“‘M sorry… sorry-”

“Ad, it’s okay, it’s just a fever.” Darius piped up from the back, soft and calm yet unexpected. The three huddled together whipped around to face him, Adrastus’ expression boiling with flushed anger and embarrassment. “He’ll probably get it anyway and they’ll both be fine.”

The other vampire shook their head frantically, a sight that only put Nevan more on edge. “No! N- no, he, he can’t get sick! We can’t let him get sick,

Hester can’t be sick.”

The air flipped the switch to silence, save for their quick and exhausted breaths. Nevan stared dumbly, all he really could do paralyzed by fear. He’d learned full well what happened when a vampire was upset.

Nevan had… never heard such a name before. Of course, not that he could recall, but still. It was sudden, and even Adrastus appeared disturbed that they had let it slip.

“Dear,” Darius interrupted, his voice eerily soothing and kind. He’d never spoken that way. At least not to Nevan, which wasn’t at all surprising. “You need to step away.”

“No, no, I-”

“Ad.” Their lips zipped to a close. “I need you to take a minute.” He looked to his own thrall, who shrunk back with festering fear. “Nevan, take them to the kitchen.”

Malak erupted, moaning in aching agony. “Nooo! Noooo… I need Master! Need… Nevan…”

Adrastus instinctively curled their hands over that of Malak’s, gaze full of unbridled abd desperate saccharine. “But- but what about-”

“Malak will be fine. I’ll stay with him.”

“But, the doctor-”

“Baby, the doctor said the same. He just needs rest and the meds she gave us.”

“Masterrr…!” Malak called again, his words cut apart by thick whimpers and snivels. The sound of his suffering carved deep marks in Nevan’s ears, and even more so Adrastus’.

“But…” they paused, begrudgingly stepping back from their upset thrall. Nevan looked to the other man with sorry eyes as Malak’s face twisted in disappointment as the two headed to leave. “Can I come back…?”

“Of course, Ad. I just need you to calm down, okay?” Darius placed a hand on each shoulder, tenderly guiding them to the door before Malak could continue his outbursts and convince them to stay. “You can take a couple sips from Nevan if you would like.”

“O- okay. Okay. But I’ll be right back to your side, baby. I’ll make sure Nevan is all nice and, and safe and away from any diseases.”

Nevan gave one last small wave to his friend before leaving, Adrastus gripping and squeezing his forearm, biting their lip with unusual nervousness. He tried not to pay too much attention to it. “Thank you, master.”

Though, as the two walked out to the kitchen and he kneeled beside his master, neck craned to show off his throat, even with his brain dazing out from their strong aura, he couldn’t help but dwell on the name they’d previously let slip instead of his.

Just who was Hester?

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This year I craved stories that transported me somewhere else. So in addition to my usual weakness for angst, I sought out fics with surprising plots and excellent world-building. These were the ones that really stuck with me. Thank you to these creators and to everyone who shares art or writing or creates fic rec lists. You have been and will continue to be a fantastic gift to so many. Thank you <3

Note: The fics in this list were published in many different years. They are not in a particular order. The main pairing is Louis/Harry unless otherwise noted.

Party Lines by nonsensedarling @absoloutenonsense Explicit | 25k | Phone Sex Operator

Several of my all time favorite fics are phone sex operator AUs, and this fic is an iconic addition because Louis isn’t even actually a phone sex operator. He’s pretending, and he gets attached. Full of sexy, sweet, and funny dialogue and the appropriate amount of suffering and uncertainty, this fic will transport you to an excellent alternate universe.

War Of Hearts by BoosBabycakes @boosbabycakes28 Explicit | 80 k | Enemies to Lovers / Non-traditional ABO

I live for a well-executed enemies to lovers arc, and this is it. Believable, sweet, funny, angsty, and oh so satisfying to read. Alpha Harry doesn’t fit his gender’s stereotypes, especially in private. His arch-nemesis Louis knocks on his dorm-room door in the middle of a pampering self-care night and sees the side of Harry that he keeps hidden. What follows is a fantastic gAyBO story about repressing, exploring, and accepting your true self. There is a strong cast of OT5 and related people that keep you laughing and believing. Honestly, I need to re-read this right now.

Men of Steel, Men of Power by Stria (Asia117) @nooradeservedbetter Explicit | 58k | Political Revolution / ABO

Get ready to be absolutely consumed by this parallel universe and the angst-ridden reality of Louis, pretend alpha and head of security, and Harry, feminine alpha and new-hire. There is enjoyable intrigue, mystery, crying, sex, political philosophizing, and some spy movie shit as Louis attempts to right wrongs and push back against those in power. OT5 pop up in surprising and satisfying ways. However, perhaps most notable to me was the attention to detail in how Louis deals with pretending to be a gender he is not. (Perhaps don’t read while in your gender dysphoria feels but do read to feel seen.)

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry @loveislarryislove Explicit | 22k | Friends with Benefits / Angst

If you love pain, this fic is for you. A heartbroken and emotionally damaged Louis manages his problems—such as being a wedding planner and the impact of his abusive ex--by secretly fucking his coworker Harry. It turns out this doesn’t actually solve his problems, though, and new issues emerge from what was supposed to be a simple friends-with-benefits arrangement.

turn me up by turnyourankle Explicit | 3k | Hanky Code PWP | Louis/Luke Malak

I found this while searching for @1dhankyfest content, and I love it. There’s something about unabashed gay sex culture that revives my soul.

Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings @greenfeelings Mature | 112k | Fake Dating / Enemies to Lovers

Hollywood actor Harry Styles is gutted when the man he can’t stand gets the Scorsese role he wanted. It gets worse when their teams conspire to set them up in a fake relationship to promote the film. I read this fic in the first days of 2023, so the details are a bit blurry in my memory. I know I loved the enemies to lovers arc, the strong Ziam subplot, and Harry obsessing over his unavailable crush (which isn’t Louis). In my comment, I wrote, “My heart absolutely ached with the pining and angst, and the sexual tension was so palpable.”

Gonna Dream of How You ... by therogueskimo Explicit | 4k | PWP / Canon-compliant

This canon-based fic was so steamy and tender. Photos of Louis performing in a tanktop get Harry going. What follows is some long-distance edging and fun. It features soft Dom Louis and desperate Harry and just really hits all the right notes in my opinion.

Almost Misheard by tommokat @tommokat Teen and Up | 4k | Friends to Lovers / ABO

This is a comfort fic. It’s got hilarious fluff about best friends who realize what their inner alpha and omega knew all along. (The rest of the gang might be in on the secret too.) I’m almost amazed by fics that manage to pull me in with believable characters and storylines without any angst, and this one delivers on every front. You’ll be grinning the whole time.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics Mature | 86k | Mermaid / Historical AU

Professor Tomlinson is fascinated by the occult. When a circus advertises a unique sea creature, he decides to go undercover as a janitor to get close. He plans to write the paper that will finally prove he was right about the existence of fantastical creatures. This author expertly builds the world of this fic – 1800s Britain, academia, and freak shows. I loved the believable cast of characters (OT5 and more!) and the stakes that are set, including the horrid antagonists.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry @scrunchyharry Teen and Up| 41k | Amnesia / Historical AU

Harry and Louis childhood best friends who grew up and discovered love together in a quiet village. Harry manages asthma and chronic illness that often leaves him homebound with his books, but Louis always keeps him company. Their simple life is turned upside down when Louis is drafted in WWI and does not return home. Then, when Harry finally finds him, Louis doesn’t remember anything. This story was a tearjerker but so beautifully written. I adored that portions of the story were told in letters and that Harry often referred to literary works. Bonus: This fic has amazing visuals by whenthebodiesspeak.

be a good boy, Harry by stretchmybones Explicit | 1k | PWP / Pet play

Harry wants to play, but Louis is busy watching football, so he asks Harry to wait. I haven’t stopped thinking about this domestic and sexy little slice of life since I read it in January of 2023. My comment said “simple and perfect,” and I still agree.

The Heart's Home by homosociallyyours @homosociallyyours Teen and Up | 10k | Squiddry

Someone wrote the Music for a Sushi Restaurant fic of my dreams. Half-man, half-squid, with the voice of an angel, Harry is quite the catch. Louis, an exhausted and lonely restaurant employee, is tasked with keeping an eye on the special find. This story was so entertaining and sweet. It filled me up with good vibes and left me happier than I started.

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I always include my favorite fic that I published that year at the end of these lists. I didn’t publish much, but I really enjoyed this one.

In His Rightful Place by larryatendoftheday @larryatendoftheday Explicit | 2.7k | PWP

Harry reunites with Louis and gets to reclaim his role as the person who fucks his boyfriend best.

#favorite fics of 2023 #mine #fic recs #thank you all!!! <3

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thewisecheerio · 9 months ago

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Elden Ring is anti-war propaganda that is directly relevant to things happening in the world right now.

All the spoilers. All of them. And additional content warning for discussions of genocide and war, and mentions of the Israeli–Palestinian conflict.

Also big thank you to @starofancunin for asking a really good question about Queen Marika's motivations, which helped me better structure some of this post.

So in the base game, we knew that God Queen Marika committed a bunch of atrocities against other races. We thought this was just a bid for control in the base game, because lords war--even in our world--over things like power and territory and resources and racism. That was a perfectly fine motivation from a story perspective. But there were a lot of lingering questions about why she wanted that power in the first place.

What we learned in the DLC is wild. At some point in your wanderings, you come across where Marika is from. And you learn that the people she started her war against--the Hornsent--were killing her people first in really awful, gruesome ways. Her genocide seems to have followed another genocide.

Art by Halima Aziz. Follow here: https://www.instagram.com/palestinianartist/

So the order of events seems to be something like this:

1) The original sin Hornsent genocide Shamans (Marika's people) in the form of Jar rituals.

2) Marika's first choice Marika, tired of death, decides to seize control to stop this and sets off to become powerful enough to do so.

3) Marika's ascension She becomes a god and returns home to take control.

4) Death of the Shamans While she was away, all of the Shamans--all of her people--have been killed, kidnapped, or gruesomely tortured. The game tells us no one is left in her home town when she gets back.

5) Marika's second choice She decides on revenge instead.

6) The war of revenge begins Marika starts a war against the Hornsent, and brainwashes (at least some of) her children into soldiers to help her carry it out.

7) The war's sphere of violence grows The war doesn't end once Marika (or rather, her child on her behalf) has decimated the Hornsent. She starts decimating a bunch of other nonhumans (e.g. misbegotten) most likely in a bid to maintain control and "order" (that word you keep using, Marika...I do not think it means what you think it means). Because of course people are rebelling against what she's doing. And if they rebel, they need to be quelled, right? They're disrupting law and order and must be put down. It doesn't matter whether their dissent is a direct response to her violence; it's disorderly and must be controlled, of course.

8) Marika reverses course A long time later, Marika comes to eventually regret what she's done, likely due to the fact that her own children are either in the act of rebelling (see Ranni, Rykard, Mohg, Melina, Miquella) or are outright killed (Godwyn). The part of her personality that was always about healing--the part of her that bathed her (empty) village in gold healing light as a passionate tribute--reasserts control. So she forms a 4D chess plan to try to overthrow her own order. This is the base game's story in which the PC is tasked with stopping this nonsense on her behalf, since she can't do it herself for Plot Reasons.

9) The PC sets out to stop a new cycle of violence Either after or during that storyline (depending on player timing), the PC is sent to the realm Marika came from to learn all the history in 1-7 and stop another threat from repeating her mistakes (even if the big bad is probably, maybe, technically well-intended).

"When Family is the Only Shelter", painted during the assault on Gaza in 2021, by Malak Mattar. Follow here: https://www.instagram.com/malakmattarart/

So at the end of the day, Elden Ring criticizes the idea that genocide (or just plain war) as a "solution" to a past genocide isn't going to work, but rather will just perpetuate a cycle of blood. Marika's people had something absolutely fucked up happen to them, yes. But genociding them back didn't bring her people back. In fact, it directly led to a bunch more violence against (what became) her (new) people and other previously uninvolved races.

Someone characterized Elden Ring's cycle as "An endless trail of old women weeping over the bodies of their dead children", and yes. It's a good statement about the game, but also about cycles of violence. We know Marika wept over her murdered village. Subsequent to that, we meet Grandam in Belurat weeping over her people. And finally we see Marika weeping over her dead child in the base game.

Vincent van Gogh's "Weeping Woman", 1883

I am immediately reminded of parallels to how Israel is reacting to Palestine. The story was written before the most recent events, so I don't think that's intentional; rather, I think it's just that war follows the same old predictable patterns.

I hear a lot of people suggest that Israel is wholly in the right in the most recent assaults because they were "attacked first" (and sure, they were, if we arbitrarily start counting from 2023), and that therefore their retaliatory genocide is okay. The point, though, is that it's not an actual solution and probably much more complicated than that. Genociding back someone who attacked you (even multiple times) isn't actually a solution in our world, just like it's not a solution to Marika's problems. Such violence doesn't bring their lost children back, and it doesn't lead itself towards a true peace (or "true order" in Golden Order lingo). If anything, it breeds more bad blood and more violence--and we see that play out in the DLC where one of the surviving Hornsent literally sets out to get revenge again, starting a 3rd cycle of violence.

In fact, the long-standing oppression of an underclass of people followed by a vengeful genocide is more likely to make them rebel with violence than to join you--as we have seen play out both in the game and in Palestine's relationship to Israel. Would people actually be attracted to Hamas's violence were there not decades of discriminatory policies against Palestine? It's worth asking. After all, most people are not violent by nature, but by circumstance.

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The PC's job in Elden Ring is literally to try to find a solution, in the form of 1 of 6 endings. And I find it fascinating that the default ending where you do nothing but seize power in your own name is called the "Age of Fracture" and hints that nothing has really changed except that you're in charge now. The world is still fractured. No one is unified. Violence is still going to happen under your (lazy) watch, because you predicated your reign on violence--just like Marika. It suggests that if you don't actually come up with a creative solution to the problem to ensure everyone is treated like humans (or sentient beings anyway), then the PC themself is also perpetuating the same cycle of violence in the name of power or "order". It directly criticizes revenge substituted for restorative justice as a means to peace.

No, I do not know the solution to Palestine and Israel, because I am not some brilliant political scholar. Nor did I know what the "best" ending would be for Elden Ring. Breaking the cycle of violence is *incredibly challenging*, and I'm not the scholar to do it. I'm just some gamer seeing parallels in this magnificent work of fiction to our world, and think its criticisms are timely, relevant, and well-constructed.

#elden ring #elden ring dlc #elden ring sote #elden ring sote spoilers #shadow of the erdtree #shadow of the erdtree spoilers #israeli palestinian conflict

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theheartmold · 1 month ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you @flowersforthemachines for tagging me in this!

i will gently tag @v-arbellanaris and @symphorine; it's a lot of questions so no pressure! answers under the cut

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently have 20 works posted! Which is really fun, good round milestone to post on. I have thousands more in my drafts though.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

121,857. Woof that's actually so much more than I thought!

3) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(102) missing the mark - bg3 (EXPLICIT), (70) memento mori - bg3 (EXPLICIT), (66) the audience - DA, (38) the exeunt - DA, (37) outside everything i love is melting - DA

4) What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous, Lord of the Rings... that I've posted. Star Wars & Fallen Hero not posted :)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, all of them! I love comment interactions and I view fanfic as a community experience. I took the time to write, you took the time to read and comment, let's keep the convo going!

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably "wear me down, it's not in my hands now"; it's about a sibling relationship falling apart lol. i don't write a lot of fics that end on angst.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine don't end on such emotional notes or are longfics/wips, but the one that stands out is "say yes to me" which was a Gale/Tav oneshot that I still think is really cute!

8) Do you get hate on fics?

No and god willing it remains that way!

9) Do you write smut?

I kind of do. missing the mark and memento mori are both smutfics (HEED THE TAGS) but are really very fraught with other darker tones. I wrote them when I was going through a really bad place in my life and I can't reread them now--proud of them, but can't reread. Any attempt to write smut ever since has fallen flat out of... idk. Something blocking me. I'd like to do it again one day.

10) Do you write crossovers?

No, and I likely never will. I don't enjoy them.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not... to my knowledge. I wouldn't mind if so.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

"A longing that's killing me" was written by @symphorine but a joint effort between us in terms of plotting it out; likewise, "Over Tea" was written by me but with their help :) I count those.

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

All of my favorite ships are OC x OC ships with my friends, tbh. In terms of OC/Canon my top two are Steelstep from FHR and Revan/Malak from KOTOR. Canon/Canon is uhh Stobotnik from the Sonic movie series tbh.

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would love to finish the smutfic with Illario/Andrea. It's set post-VG and is more of a character analysis through sex lol... In it's current state I could post it with strong mature tones, but I'd like to actually write the smut.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I'm told that my dialogue and world-building are my strengths! I do love writing dialogue a lot. World-building not so much but I work hard to make up for my distaste.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I actually really hate editing, which is bad, because I fuck up my tenses and definitive articles a lot :(

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I don't know enough of a language so fluently to do so. If someone else does I'll translate it.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Unposted? Marvel. Posted? Lord of the Rings.

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

"in bloom" I just like writing really dreamy prose sometimes. It's not everyone's cup of tea but it is mine.

#tag game #writer questions #moot tag

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songofamazon · 1 month ago

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20 Questions for (Fanfiction) Writers

Tagged by @maythedreadwolftakeyou. Thank you!

How many works do you have on ao3?

So, I just recently started moving things over from ff . net and other places, but I've also written new things, so for stats like these, I'll be including both.

On AO3, I have only 9 works so far. On FFnet I have 24. Of course there are a few on my computer waiting to be edited and posted.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

AO3 has 64,627 and FFnet has 800,881 words. So yeah, I've got a lot to move over yet.

3. What are your top five fics by kudos?

So we're going to do this mixed "favs" from FFnet and kudos from AO3:

1. Under the Shadow of the Builders | 43 Favs | Star Wars (194,940 words) This story spans the game Knights of the Old Republic and follows the adventures of the crew of the Ebon Hawk as they try to discover the source of Darth Malak's power and stop the Jedi Civil War.

2. Ma’venahn, you look so tired. | 25 kudos | DATV AU (499 words) Solas has been freed from the fade prison and is living at the Lighthouse with Rook and the Veilguard team, acting as an advisor. When Inquisitor Lavellan comes to join their efforts, his heart is far from prepared to face her again.

3. Sailor Moon: Elysion | 20 favs | Sailor Moon OCs (6,137 words) Elysion tells the story of the soldiers of the seven secret Earth realms. Even before the Dead Moon Circus follows Pegasus to Japan, they track him through Anchorage and then to a small suburb of Chicago. Two teams of Sailor Soldiers must defend humanity as the Dead Moon Circus searches for the mysterious Golden Crystal and Secret Keeper. [I am in the process of revising this to remove some harmful tropes, so only the first two chapters are up on AO3 so far.]

4. Reconciling Emptiness | 19 favs, 9 kudos | DAI (35,695 words) The Inquisition has won and Corypheus was defeated, yet Inquisitor Lavellan cannot bring herself to celebrate. Solas has left without a word, and she no longer has an enemy to fight. This series of short vignettes explores Lavellan's struggles to reconcile the emptiness left by the departure of Solas and other companions, and to find a new purpose for the Inquisition.

5. Solavellan Ever After | 13 kudos | DATV AU (991 words) The final battle against the false Elven gods rages, and Solas, now freed from the Fade prison of his own making, fights alongside Rook, Veilguard, and their allies. But the terrible wrath of Elgar'nan is unstoppable, and it could cost Solas his heart. This is an attempt at a potential happy ending for Solas and Inquisitor Lavellan, with what we knew of Veilguard in August 2024. I'd still like to finish it eventually. (cw: graphic injury)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

I started in Sailor Moon otaku senshi (OCs) fanfiction, moved into Star Wars (particularly Knights of the Old Republic era), and then the Solavellan bug bit me and I write Dragon Age fanfics too.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I love having conversations with my readers. Comments give me motivation, and sometimes even ideas.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hands-down, it's From Beyond, my Sailor Moon OC fanfic in which all the OCs die, and in so doing, the canon sailors completely miss a message that might have saved the Silver Millennium.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think that would be Solar Wars, the first Sailor Moon fanfic I wrote from start to finish. Everyone is purified and gets to go home to a renewed Golden Kingdom. The writing style is very much characterized by the age I was at the time, and it needs some harmful tropes removed before I can move it over to AO3.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? I don't really get much engagement at all, to be honest. Every once in a great while, back on FFnet, someone would catch a misspelling that my dyslexia missed, and that was always frustrating to get that kind of condescension when dyslexia is literally a disability. (Don't do it. It's mean and ableist. Just don't.)

9. Do you write smut?

I tried to go there with Raspberries, and I didn't like the process. It was in my head, but writing it out was really uncomfortable.

I'm the sort of demisexual who is generally sex-repulsed by hanky-panky that doesn't involve me, and apparently that extends to my characters.

Fluff though? I love writing romantic fluff.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really? I might take inspiration from a character in one fandom for a character in another. See my Rook, Tenjo Mercar, who was inspired by Utena Tenjou in "Revolutionary Girl Utena." Their first fic will go up with @transthedasfest later this month.

The Sailors in From Beyond are named for the planets in the solar system of an original fic universe I was co-writing with a friend in middle and high school. I may yet make some off-hand comments in a Sailor Moon fanfic in the future to "Sailor Pern" or "Sailor Naboo," but I don't really want to dive too far into that kind of crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, but also, I don't get a lot of engagement. That said, one of the biggest complements I got during my Tower of Time (my Sailor Moon OC fanfic website and forums) era, was stumbling on another set of forums that had adopted my Sailor Moon: NeoF sailors for an open-ended RPG. They had done so much art and character development, and even made a website for them. It was really fun to meet them and learn what about the characters appealed to them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

In my Tower of Time era, my friend Prae and I sort of co-shaped the fannon of the Tower of Time, but each of us wrote our own "seasons" of stories for it.

The biggest co-writing project I did was original fic in middle and high school with our friends, in which we imagined a self-insert pseudo-magical girl hero story. We played out various adventures, shared artwork, and people wrote different sections of our adventures. I mostly wrote the origin stuff.

In Star Wars, on TheForce.net forums, I organized a collaborative story from a bunch of different perspectives on Revan's return to Republic space as a Sith Lord. Unfortunately a couple of the key perspective pieces never got done, so we never shared it. I should really see if I can contact at least some of the writers for permission to post their parts again.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Revan x Carth still haunts me. I need to finish their epic story someday. It's already 300K words long in "book" 3 of 4. I stalled when all my readers disappeared...

By contrast Solas x Inquisitor Lavellan is such a font of inspiration. I love them and their restrained intensity for each other so much.

For completely original OCs, I accidentally stumbled into a Sailor Elysion x Helios past lives romance, and I love it. Their current timeline relationship is more complicated, and also there's Chibiusa.

And while I was writing my transition piece between KotOR and KotOR II, my produce-hauling pilot Kionee Rinnh wound up giving a ride to Mical (Disciple) and wow does she have a crush. I love that for her. Sometimes these things just happen when you let your OCs out to play.

15. What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I love the characters in Celestial Revolutions (Sailor Moon) so much, and I'd love to give them resolution, but I can't quite find a backstory and villain plot that fits right. They're on at least their third revision.

Back to Kionee Rinnh, I wanted to write the genesis of her shifting from just a produce hauler to a blockade runner in I do it for the Fruit, a Mandalorian Wars Journal. I'd still love to write that, but it takes a lot of timeline research, and my physical and mental state these days just need me to write easier things.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at cinematic descriptions, when they're called for. I also pay a lot of attention to word and sentence rhythm, as well as the way that words can convey sensory and scene details.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Staying focused on just one project. Wow. Ahah. This is how I have so man unfinished WIPs.

I also struggle a bit to write mean characters. I feel bad for the other characters. Haha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

As a multilingual and multicultural human, I find that I write a lot of stories (original and fanfic) where cultural and linguistic exchange play a big role.

First, don't italicize loan words from other languages. That others the second language/culture and your readers who do speak that language.

Second, it needs to serve a purpose. Is it ambient background noise that your character feels lost in (just as the readers might)? Fine, no explanation of what it is needed. You could also give your perspective character's feelings or approximate understanding of it.

Are you demonstrating a skill of one of your charters? If so, we need to be able to appreciate that skill, so somehow in the text that surrounds it, we need to get the meaning. I have seen footnotes work for this, or something like "I introduced myself politely," to give us an approximate meaning and nuance.

Context is absolutely necessary.

If you are someone who uses mixed languages in your day-to-day life, and the story is something that draws from your experiences, you do you. Context clues can help the rest of us who aren't from that subculture better understand, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon! My first fic would have gone online in the late 1990s when my uncle let me use a part of his web domain to launch the Tower of Time. Eventually the Tower got its own domain and webspace. Either Solar Wars or Seasons was first.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

For Sailor Moon, it's Elysion. The characters led the way and the story just fell into place in a way that felt so natural.

For Star Wars, there are some really brilliant moments in the middle of The Road to Rediscovery, which is really more a collection of loosely related shorts that connect KotOR and KotOR II. It has at least one chapter featuring each of the companions from both games, and a bunch of Kionee tying them all together. My novelizations of the games are a little more constricting in material (though my KotOR II is going pretty off the rails), whereas this between material just kind happened, because the characters needed it. It was a joy to write it super character-driven.

For Dragon Age, Reconciling Emptiness is really important to me. I was playing Inquisition during a really difficult period of my life, with lots of transitions, uncertain, and fear. I was trying to figure out who I was and who I wanted to be. I started this immediately after finishing my first run of the game, before Trespasser, and it carried me through a couple years of transition, much like Inquisitor Lavellan needed to sort through years of transition without Solas.

Thanks again for the tag! For other tags, if you feel like it: @thereeness, @shuubunni, @bygonesigh, @galadrieljones, @spiritsong

If only I'd spend as much time writing and editing stories as I do on Tumblr...

#fanfic #asks

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the-razzdazzler · 4 months ago

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Atlas Tera and his relationship to each of The Arcana's cast

figured i should do this at some point lol

gonna reblog it to @alchemist-atlas to give any RPers a general idea of who they're interacting with and how they know each other <3 (i am only listing characters that Atlas knows and/or knows of)

MAIN SIX

Asra- Atlas' oldest friend. They lived together for 8 years, but it feels like less time to Atlas because Asra was gone a lot.

Nadia- Atlas does not like or trust her. He knows she came looking for Asra instead on the night he got hired to the palace and it's a bit of a sore spot for him. They do not understand her social cues and will never get why she thought it was a good idea to make him court magician.

Julian- They've interacted a few times, mostly awkward moments back when Julian was... visiting... Asra regularly. Atlas sees him at the Rowdy Raven alot and wants to be better friends but never seems to work up the nerve to talk to him.

Muriel- Lowkey kinda hates Atlas, but the poor guy is oblivious. It's cause Muriel is extremely suspicious of Atlas' shapeshifting since his main other form is a fox and those don't mix well with chickens.

Portia- Atlas is eternally grateful for her. They're not super close, but she helped him out so much when he was first getting settled in the palace.

Lucio- They've never met but Atlas fucking hates him. He survived and lived through the Red Plague and that turned him a little sour to the ruling class as a whole. Lucio was the easiest to blame and he did exactly that, both during and after the Plague. They have somewhat similar personalities though, and might have been friends in another universe.

COURTIERS

Valerius- The love of his life. He would kill or die for this man. Okay sure Val hated him at first but it was a completely one-sided rivalry that was gradually replaced with affection and admiration after a lot of time they had to spend together.

Vlastomil- They infodump to each other about their respective bug special interests. Vlastomil's being worms, Atlas' being moths. They go looking for worms together when it rains and neither one will ever shut the fuck up about bugs.

Vulgora- High-energy besties. Make extremely stupid jokes together and generally annoy everyone around them. Vulgora's always trying to get Atlas to show off any of its magic, the more destructive the better.

Volta- Atlas is ridiculously protective of her. Would probably maim anyone who says anything mean to Volta. They crochet together and Atlas always bakes her cookies or makes her soup or whatever else.

Valdemar- Did Atlas' top surgery when he was around 16. Atlas has a ton of respect for them and considers them close despite barely talking to each other. The time they spend together is like, parallel play except one is doing dissections and the other is brewing potions in a cauldron.

SATRINAVAS

Namar- Met once at a dinner party, only talked for a moment because Valerius was talking to him first. Atlas likes him but has nothing to talk to him about.

Nazali- Atlas vaguely knows them through being mentioned by Julian in the few times they've spoken. Probably would have done Atlas' top surgery but was not in the area at the time and Atlas needed those things gone PRONTO.

Navra- They don't meet often but when they do they're insufferable together. Two rays of sunshine causing so much annoyance and chaos.

ANIMALS

Faust- Atlas can't not love Asra's familiar. Faust's sneater (snake sweater) collection is stupidly massive now thanks to Atlas' crochet ones piling onto Asra's knitted ones.

Malak- Gets fed by Atlas often, who has no idea this is Julian's familiar. Atlas likes him but rarely takes his crow form around Malak simply because the bird is insufferable to have to listen to when you understand what he's saying (see Portia's route).

Mercedes and Melchior- Atlas likes to say he stole them from Lucio (already dead when Atlas met them). It always has treats for them. Atlas loves these dogs with all his heart.

Shriek- Atlas' familiar, a Death's Head Hawk Moth. Was part of a generation of caterpillars he was raising and outlived the rest, then became able to communicate with Atlas.

OTHER (side characters and other MCs)

Selasi- Basically Atlas' adoptive father. They don't meet as much as they used to, but they're still very close and will tell the other everything.

Mazelinka- They'd meet later on, most likely after Atlas opens his own potion shop. They'd probably have so many long conversations about kitchen magic. <3

Castor (a friend's MC)- They're close good friends (insert that one vine) with Atlas. Hates their friend's choice of partner and terrorizes Valerius every chance they get, but that doesn't put any sort of damper on his and Atlas' friendship.

BTW if we're friends and you want to be added to the list of MCs Atlas knows, just let me know :)

(this is a repost cause the first one posted strangely and isn't showing up on my dash or any searches)

#the arcana #the arcana mc #atlas 🦋🌕

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