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itsfootballbih · 1 month ago
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IN PUBLIC….DO YALL HAVE NO SHAME?!??!
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minus-plus-zer0 · 1 month ago
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One Good Grovel
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♡ Genre: Fluff (trust me), little crack ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Established relationships
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You and Katsuki had your biggest fight in a while.
Both sides fought like they were out for blood. You two said things you shouldn't have, things that were hard to take back. It ended with Bakugou storming out of your shared apartment.
The moment he did, he regretted it. But he didn't know how to go back inside and say it.
Hours later after he came home from doing errands, Bakugou found you on the couch. You hadn't answered any of his texts, and Bakugou never felt so helpless before. He was already losing you fast, and he couldn't dawdle now. Bakugou dumped his groceries on the kitchen counter and then approached you. Neither of you said anything.
You still looked torn up about your earlier argument, your hair a little messy in a way that Bakugou liked. He'd prefer to be the one messing it up himself, but he knew he didn't deserve that privilege now. Bakugou threw an extra blanket over you, because you looked like you needed one.
"Yo," Bakugou said, sitting down beside you on the couch. "How've you been holding up?"
"...I don't wanna talk about it. Not with you."
Your voice was frail, quiet. It broke Bakugou's heart, knowing that he put you in this position.
He had to make it right.
"I'm sorry," Bakugou said. "For everything I said. I wouldn't be surprised if ya never wanted to talk to me ever again after this." You looked at him suspiciously. "It'd kill me if you did, but that's fine. 'Cause I value your feelings over mine. When I was out today, all I could think about was you and what I said to you. So I bought you some gifts and I really hope you'll love 'em."
Bakugou reached out to stroke your hair. "And I promise you, I'll never say that demeaning shit to you ever again. You mean more to me than winning that stupid argument, and I don't know where I'd be in my life without you by my side. I was wrong, okay? I was dead wrong for treating you like that, like anything less than the best. Most of all, I just want ya to take me back and love me. But I won't force ya to do anything. I can walk out that door again and leave you alone if you asked. And if you hate me forever... I understand."
You smiled at him. "...Okay, I hear you."
"...So do ya hate me now?"
You still smiled. "Only a whole bunch. You monster." You playfully punched him in the face.
"Sorry," Bakugou said, matching your sweet expression. "I deserved that. Punch me all ya want. Won't even stop ya."
You gave him several more feather-light punches. "You're soooo dead."
"Ya gonna call the cops on me too? Make sure I never do that shit again? Make sure I learn my lesson instead of forgiving me too easily?"
"Yes." You fluffed his hair. "They're already on their way. The conviction of a famous Pro Hero is gonna be the scandal of a century!"
Bakugou fixed his hair. "Well I'll still love ya, even while in jail."
You crossed your arms. "Only after you've served your 10-year sentence and repent through hours and hours of community service will I finally forgive you. Then you'll be free, we'll start all over, and we'll fall in love again."
"Deal," Bakugou said, kissing your forehead. "But I wanna skip to the end."
"No, that's the easy way out!"
"The hell? You're not actually gonna send me to jail for saying it was wrong to like Pepsi over Coca-Cola, are ya?"
"That's how the roleplay is going!"
"It ain't that serious! I said I was sorry babe! I'm sorry!"
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You recalled what you originally fought about quite easily...
"Alright," Bakugou said. "I'm gonna head out for groceries. Any last minute changes to the shopping list?"
"Oh yes!" You rushed out to meet him in the entrance. "Could you get me some Pepsi? Pretty please?"
"What the fuck?" Bakugou looked at you like you grew two heads. "'Pepsi'? You want freaking 'Pepsi'?!"
You shrugged. "...Is that so bad? It'd be nice to have something besides Coca-Cola for once..."
Bakugou's eyes narrowed into slits. He shut the front door and approached you. "I didn't realize we had a freaking problem here. You're telling me I've been buying the wrong soda for you this entire time?!"
"Well... It's just not as good as Pepsi. It's not the same. I'm sorry... but I've always felt this way."
"Since fucking when?! When did things change?" Bakugou slapped a hand over his eyes. "What the hell did I miss?!"
Bakugou couldn't believe this. He thought he knew you better than anyone, just like how you knew him better than anyone. You two were the tightest couple ever. Bakugou had an engagement ring hidden in his dresser because he had already long since decided that what he wanted in life was you.
But now, he didn't feel like he knew you at all.
He'd still marry you though.
You remained silent. Bakugou couldn't stand it. He shook his head, then walked back to the front door, opening it. He stopped before he left, turning to you.
"Coca-Cola is better than Pepsi. That's just a fact."
Then he turned, and left. Instant regret washed over him, but he continued down to the front lobby. As Bakugou looked down upon his cursed shopping list, he couldn't in good conscious buy Coca-Cola anymore. Not when you hated it so much. He had to make things right.
He was getting Dr. Pepper instead.
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"This is fucking disgusting, Katsuki," you said, halfway through your delicious can of Dr. Pepper at your dinner table.
"It was on sale, alright?!"
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(I've read that a lot of people are unsatisfied with grovels in romance novels because they don't feel that the love interest apologizes well enough, so I wrote this just in case anybody needs one good quick grovel with none of the baggage attached. Btw, my favorite is Coke and it's not even close)
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mustainegf · 7 months ago
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dilf teacher! dave mustaine who teaches female reader how to touch herself
WOAH im gonna award you with best request of the fucking century, this shit has me EXPLODING. I love for this one so much nonnie. Literally dm me I wanna be ur friend 😭
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The lecture had long finished, and I found myself staying late with my professor. Professor Mustaine.
He had very long ginger hair, and sharpest, most handsome eyes you'd ever seen. They were enough to slice me in half.
He was tall too, and I loved how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips. He was so beautiful that sometimes I wondered if he was real. If he wasn't some figment of my imagination.
I know he could tell I had a bit of a crush on him, because he didn't let other students sit in his lap like I was right now.
I Knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was scandalous. But I couldn't help but love how he made me feel. "Tell me sweetheart.." he trailed off, running his hands down my body. "How often to you touch yourself for me?" He asked with a smug grin.
I blushed. My face turned bright red. I turned my head away from him, but he caught me, turning me back towards him. "Answer me." He said firmly.
"I-I don't know what you mean?" I said quickly.
"You mean to say you've never touched yourself?
You've never masturbated?" His voice rose into a laugh as I nodded shyly. "Oh, sweetie. It's time you learned then isn't it?"
He said softly. I nodded again, this time my eyes pleading with him to take me. He chuckled slightly.
"Stand up sweetheart." He ordered. I stood up and stepped out of the chair. I glanced around the room, wondering who would find us here. But when I Looked back at him, he was still staring at me.
"Look at me," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Good girl.
Now take your clothes off for me." He commanded, and once again, I did as I was told.
When I was naked, I felt self-conscious. But his hands on me brought me to life. They made me want to be the best version of myself. To please him any way he wanted. "Is that better?" He asked. I nodded.
"Sit on my desk," he instructed, helping lift me up onto the large desktop. My leg instinctively shut, afraid of him looking at me down there.
He stood behind the desk, my back laying against his chest. He had a good view down my body and where I would soon play with myself. He smiled, seeing my discomfort, and said, "Open them for me. Open your legs." I obeyed him hesitantly, feeling foolish that I hadn't done this sooner.
I was scared, I had never done this before, but I was grateful to have professor Dave to show me how.
He gently brushed the hair out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "We will go at your pace. I promise. I just want you to know how to make yourself feel good when I can't."
He took my hand in his, slowly pulling my fingers to my crotch.
I squirmed under his touch, wanting more.
Wanting all of him. But I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
He took my finger and placed it over my clit, circling it slowly. It took me a second to adjust, and then the pleasure hit me like a brick wall. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt before.
"Rub in circles, can you do that for me?" Dave whispered, still softly guiding my hand.
I nodded and began rubbing in little circles. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. It was so soft and gentle, I felt as though I were floating. It was hard to keep focus on what I was doing.
"Such a good job, does that feel good?" He asked gently, watching with the hungriest eyes as I masturbated for the very first time in front of him.
"Yes, Sir." I moaned, unable to answer any other way. "Lower your fingers, feel how wet you are,"
he ordered, making me lower my fingers so I could feel how slick my pussy was. I gasped slightly at the fluids dripping down my thighs.
"Is that all for me, sweet girl?" He cooed, also reaching down to feel how soaked I was. I nodded hastily, my pussy throbbing with these new sensations.
"I want you to put two fingers inside of you," he instructed me. "B-but profess-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Do it, I promise it'll feel good."
I did as he said, sliding two fingers into my hot core. I gasped in shock, and he chuckled slightly.
"That's it. Feel how tight you are? That feels so good, doesn't it?" I nodded, breathing heavily.
He took my hand in his, showing me how to use my thumb on my clit while my fingers were deep inside of me. Slowly, he guided my hand, making sure I knew exactly what to do.
It hurt a little bit but I quickly got used to my own fingers, curling this slightly as I fingered myself.
The pain turned into a delicious ache, and soon the only thing I was able to focus on was the arousal.
"That's such a good girl," Dave encouraged.
I could feel the knot in my stomach becoming increasingly tight and I had a feeling I was gonna cum. "Professor, I think I'm gonna cum, what do I do?" I whined in panic.
"You don't need to do anything, just let it happen," he reassured me. "Let go." And that was exactly what I did.
I continued to work at myself until I finally felt release, it was the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life, all compacted into a few seconds. I moaned out, squirting cum all over my legs and our hands.
The liquid sprayed slightly until it came to a dribble, a puddle of cum all over his desk.
"Oh god," I breathed out, completely spent. Dave chuckled. "Well, there's your first lesson."
I exhaled with a slight laugh, leaning my head back into his shoulder. "Did you like that?" He asked me softly, brushing my cheek.
I blushed slightly, trying to ignore the strong urges that were still running through me. "Y-yes, Sir." I stammered, unsure what to say. "Good girl," he praised, kissing my cheek.
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arumidden · 11 months ago
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Hi, I've been wondering about your headcanons about how the nations work. What is their role in the government, how does family work for them, do they have any powers? And stuff like that 😊
I'm guessing you're asking about my Public Nations AU and how Nations work within that universe? Get ready, this is gonna be a long post. I'll break it into parts for each section of your question :)
Note: I edited this recently so it reads more smoothly.
Role in the Government
As long as Nations have existed for, they've always been important advisers to their leaders. I think they mostly functioned as advisers, ambassadors, translators, etc. I imagine they have to remain apolitical when it comes to modern systems like political parties; they don't want to seem too supportive of any one political party, no matter what their personal opinions are. If they are gonna make a statement about something, they're expected to do it not as a Nation, but as an individual. That's partly why America's youtube channel uses his human name; it signifies that the channel is just a place for him to goof off, so nothing he says there is to be taken as a representation of the country. I think people still get those roles confused though. There’s gotta be tons of people who see Alfred stating his personal opinion and assume that that’s the government’s official statement as well. Plus I think lots of people just aren’t well versed in how the government works, so they probably misunderstand Alfred’s role as well.
I also think they've been put in the military ever since ancient times. After all, kings used to lead their militaries into battle, so I imagine their Nations would be right alongside them, both for the symbolism and because of how useful it would have been to have an immortal with lots of battle experience on their side. I can’t say that Nations always wanted to be on those battlefields, but they would often times get put there anyway.
Family
What counts as family is incredibly fluid and ever-changing for Nations. Nations aren't created through reproduction, so I don't think very clear-cut blood relations are truly possible. As a result, how Nations are related can vary and change. Why do America and Canada resemble each other so closely? I don’t think even the Nations themselves know. Sometimes Nations take this resemblance to imply familiar relations, sometimes they don’t. (I think this is more just my frustration with canon. Who is related to who makes no sense and has changed over time as Himaruya wills it. Why are England and America brothers instead of father and son? Why are America and Canada clearly twins when they didn't even belong to the same empires when they were born? I give up)
I also don't think they have the same standards for what is taboo and what isn't. Things can get waved away as "human ideas” which doesn't apply to them. Plus, Nations can't reproduce the way humans do after all, so I don't think they consider “incestuous” relationships to be nearly as scandalous. America and England might have a father-son relationship or a romantic one and I don't think they would have a problem going back and forth between the two. Not to mention the fact that after however many centuries, I assume practically all of them have slept with each other.
Of course, humans get uncomfortable with that fact, so that aspect of their relationships is usually kept private. Basically, Nations can have any kind of relationships with each other, but stick to only letting humans know about the ones that are socially acceptable.
Powers and Abilities
Nations draw life from their human populations, and as a result have a connection to those humans. Nations can tell if a human is theirs or not and identify them by name.
They can suffer from two different kinds of injuries: Direct and Indirect. Direct injuries are when their bodies are injured; they can heal from practically any direct injury, but the rate they heal depends on how well their country is doing. An injury incurred during a war may take multiple weeks to heal, while a random injury incurred during everyday life will heal much quicker.
Indirect injuries are what happens when their population is harmed or killed. Major tragic events can result in injuries suddenly appearing on their bodies. Some rare events can leave them with permanent scars (9/11, London Blitz, French Revolution, Atomic Bombs, etc). If their people are sick with a disease, they will show symptoms as well despite not actually being able to get sick themselves.
For either type of injury, if a limb in severed, it can be reattached, but will otherwise turn into dirt if left separate for too long. If the injury is direct, the limb will grow back. An indirect injury resulting in a missing limb will likely be permanent.
Whether or not they have super strength depends on their status as a world power. America only gained his strength in the 1880s when he became a major economic power, and even then, he wasn't as strong as he eventually became post-WWII. America currently has this superhuman strength, but during the height of the Cold War, Russia had it as well.
Nations can sense other Nations around them, and also when a foreign Nation enters their territory.
They cannot leave the Earth. Once they've been outside Earth's atmosphere for 72 hours, they start to become violently ill and will begin to decompose into dirt unless they return to the planet.
Okaaaaay, I think I've covered everything! Let me know if I answered all your questions, and if you have any others! I always love to talk Nation lore XDDDD
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ohtobeleah · 2 years ago
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leah lovie! for Strictly Scandalous, i was wondering if you can do jake w bondage and overstimulation 🥵 i cannot stop thinking how smug he will get to see you tied up and being worked up
EEEEEPP. I literally malfunctioned thinking about this. Brain go Brrrrrr—
Warnings: This is Strictly Scandalous. Smut ahead.
“Hey Hangman?” Bradley is still drying his hair when his feet hit the wood flooring at yours and Jake's new home. The one you'd been building together for the better half of a year. The one Bradley Bradshaw is staying at for the weekend. “Showers great, honest–” Roosters mumbling as he rounds the corner where you and Jake are sitting on the couch. Your legs are thrown over your husband as he draws absent minded shapes into your thigh. An episode of the new season of Outer Range playing on the TV. “But what's with the hook?” 
“Hmm?” You weren’t really listening until Jake was pausing the episode for you. “Sorry, Roo honey–what did you say?” 
“What's with the giant ass hook sticking out of the walk in the shower for?” Fuck. You're sucking in a nervous breath just as you feel Jake shift under your legs. He’s looking at you, wondering what you're gonna say to cover up the fact the hook is truly there for one reason and one reason only.
To hang you from. 
(Last Night) 
The warmth of the water that cascaded down your naked body brought you back to reality as your high sent you into the stratosphere. Your muscles relaxed under the warmth that radiated from the water, Jake still down on his knees as your head hung low in exhaustion. 
“I'm not done with you pretty girl.” Jake cooed, he loved how you babbled incoherently at his words, damn near drooling as your toes barely touched the tiles of the shower floor. Arms up above your head as the cuffs that linked your wrist together worked to hold you up on the reinforced hook. Purely there for Jake's own entertainment. Your very own Christian Grey if you will. “What's your colour sweetheart.” 
“Green–” You sighed as you caught your breath. “But Jake, please, I need a minute, I–” There was no reasoning with Jake when he was like this. Down on his knees in front of you looking at you like he could just devour you over and over again. His favourite meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner. 
“No time baby, I'm ready for thirds.” Jake smirked as his hands gripped at your hips, holding you still against the cool of the shower wall, licking a stripe up your soaking cunt as the tip of his nose pressed every so gently against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 
“Ahhh! Baby–Baby, fuugghh—Jake!!” You gritted your teeth to cry and hold the whimpers in. fighting to climb up and away from the power his tongue held. Pulling on the handcuffs as your back arched. 
“Stay the fuck still sweetheart, I dont wanna have to punish you for being disobedient.” Jake hissed as he slipped two digits in between your folds, pushing into you as you moaned his name blissfully.” 
“Jake–” 
“Such a pretty pussy.” Jakes fingers as curling against your velvet walls, pumping his fingers in and out as he sets a ridiculously agonising speed that drives your already overstimulated cunt into a frenzy, sending shock waves of pleasure and pain throughout your entire body until your toes are curling and your muscles are tensing to a point beyond your control. “Come on baby, I know you can come again for me.” 
You simply hum in response shaking your head no because you truly don't think the coil could be wound up again, but Jake just knows your body like the back of his hands. He knows what to say, what to do to get you going. “Come on pretty girl, just one more for me yeah? Ill fuck you dumb after that.” Jakes smirking against your clit as his fingers pump in and out, in and out. “You want me to fuck you dumb dont you?” He truly is a sight, down on his knees in the shower, hair sopping wet, muscles tight and shiny.
God you wanted him to ravish you. Fuck you into the next century, but you couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but clench and wither and moan out as you felt the coil being wound up. Threatening to snap back at any second, at any moment, and any sudden movement. 
“Fuck, I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby, know your close, fucking cum for me.” It’s Jake's saltuary words that have you coming undone at the seams. 
“Ahhhhh fuck! Jake, ohhhh fuuughh—Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake!” He doesn’t stop, if anything Jake keeps the steady pace he’s set going all throughout your third high, knowing that working you through it would only have you babbling incoherently at the slightest touch later. 
“Yes baby, look at you, so pretty for me huh? Tastes so sweet.” Jake could do this all day—he would if he could. “Can’t wait to fuck you dumb, give you a forth and a fifth orgasm—“ 
“Please—“ You beg, coming down from the highest mountain Jake could have taken you to. “No more, can’t—“ 
“Oh but you can darlin, I know you can.” 
(Now) 
“Uh—“ Jake stuttered. “It came with the house.”
“Hangman—you two built this house……”
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Strictly Scandalous Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin
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seiya-starsniper · 1 year ago
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For the flower prompts...
Calla Lily (it's my favourite flower) - Something at first sight.
I leave it to you to do any Sandman pairing you have an itch to write. 💜😊
Ooooooo this one is so appropriate for me as one of my fave fics I’ve written (not for this fandom) is called Calla Lillies 💖💖 I also added a little personalized twist on this, just for you 😘
Flower Prompt Game!
(Also, for anyone still wondering, I am in fact still accepting prompts! Gonna be a bit slow and answer one or two a day, but I’m so glad this has been such a hit!)
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When Morpheus Endless (and isn’t that the name of the century?) enters the coffee shop in a whirlwind of taut anxiety and indignant rage, Simon Snow does not even say hello, he merely takes up residence at the espresso machine to start preparing the most absurdly complex drink known to man.  
“Your man is here,” Penelope deadpans, and Simon rolls his eyes. Morpheus is not his man. He’s very nice to look at, yes, and he may or may not bear a striking resemblance to Simon’s hopelessly secret crush arch nemesis, but they’re too alike in temperament to be anything more than friends. But he can see where the confusion comes from. 
When he finishes making Morpheus’s regular order, he calls for his break and walks over, drink in hand, to the corner Morpheus and his terribly bad mood have taken up residence. 
“Bad day?” Simon asks, placing the absurdly sweet concoction down on the table where Morpheus has sprawled all his notebooks and laptop. He’s not looking at any of it though, more preoccupied with whatever social media scandal is happening on his phone.
“Cory left me,” Morpheus growls, tapping angrily at the screen. “For Alex Burgess. Who, as you recall, is currently still in a relationship with Paul Mcguire, the unfaithful bastard.” 
Simon has no idea who these people are besides Cory, who has come into the shop with Morpheus once. He doesn’t pay attention to the campus gossip. More specifically, the rich people campus gossip. Because Simon is here at the university on scholarship, working part time at the local coffee shop for a little extra spending money, and Morpheus is part of the very small, elite group of legacy family admissions. 
No one, not even Penelope, Simon’s best friend since childhood, understands why he and Morpheus get along so well. Simon knows it’s partially because he’s the only one willing to make Morpheus’s stupidly complicated order, and partially because they’re both grumpy bisexuals who fall in love too easily with the wrong people. 
“You were too good for him anyways,” Simon replies, plopping down into the chair next to Morpheus.
“Damn right I am,” Morpheus answers, picking up his coffee that is actually more syrup, sugar and milk than anything resembling coffee. And that was after Simon added four shots of espresso. He groans happily as he takes his first sip. “He was awful in bed anyways.”
Simon snorts. “Maybe you should try not dating rich assholes,” he offers.
“No? I should only pine for them hopelessly from across the rugby pitch?” Morpheus answers pointedly. 
“Wow, you’re lucky I’m on shift or I’d tip that sad excuse for coffee into your lap,” Simon bites back, feeling the familiar heat of anger rise up in him. Because of course Morpheus knew about Simon’s complicated feelings towards Baz. But he didn’t have to be an asshole about it just because he got dumped.
Morpheus sniffles. “These jeans are Gucci,” is all he says back, before taking another sip of his coffee and letting the subject drop. 
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Simon’s break is over before he knows it, and not a moment too soon. He and Penelope are swamped by the late-afternoon rush. Simon doesn’t know how so many people could be craving coffee this late in the day, but to each their own. Morpheus had ordered a second cup of his ungodly drink right before the rush hit, and it’s when he’s finishing up that drink and getting ready to leave that half the rugby team decides to walk into the cafe and ruin Simon’s day. 
“Snow,” Baz Pitch sneers at him when he gets to the counter to order. Simon rolls his eyes.
“Let me guess, black tea for the blackness in your soul?” he retorts, smirking when Baz’s face goes tight with annoyance.
“Ooooh, this guy’s got you down to a T,” a brunette answers, coming up from behind Baz and draping an arm over his shoulders.
“Shut up Hob,” Baz replies, rolling his eyes and shrugging his friend off before turning back to Simon. “And yes, black tea, but do try not to over-steep it this time Snow.”
“I’ll have a caramel latte,” the man called Hob adds, “with extra caramel syrup since Bazzy’s paying.”
“Hob I swear if you call me Bazzy one more time—”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll sue me for defamation somehow, hey, can I get a couple of cake pops too?” Hob answers all in one breath. Simon gets the impression the man is something like a golden retriever in human form. 
“Sure, anything for a friend of Bazzy's,” Simon chuckles before he turns to work on their order. He can practically feel Baz seething from behind him as he prepares their order. 
As he’s getting ready to prepare Hob’s latte, Simon catches Morpheus out of the corner of his eye approaching the counter, and he instinctively starts preparing a drink for him as well. Seriously, how the hell could Morpheus stomach one of these, let alone three in a single sitting?
“The line is behind me, Endless,” Simon hears Baz say. 
“Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken, Basil,” Morpheus replies smoothly. “There is no line when you’re the favorite.”
“Who the hell says you’re the favorite?” Baz snaps 
“I do,” Simon cuts in, bringing over the order, and making sure to hand Morpheus’s drink over first. He can just tell Baz is irrationally mad about the whole thing. “Unlike some other customers, Morpheus is a sweetheart.”
“Thank you, dear heart,” Morpheus practically coos at him before turning back to Baz and Hob and smirking. “The cake pops are quite good, by the way.”
“Good to know!” Hob answers cheerily. “Did you want one, by the way? Didn’t realize how large they were,” he adds holding one out. 
Morpheus looks taken aback, but accepts the cake pop with a meek thank you and then with their order complete, the rugby team starts making their way towards the exit. Morpheus stares after them as they leave, cake pop still in hand. 
“I think I’m in love,” Morpheus says once the cafe has totally emptied out.
“You’re what now?” Simon exclaims, then groans. “Please tell me this isn’t about the cake pop.”
“He has nice eyes,” Morpheus argues. “And if he tolerates Basil’s awful attitude, I’m practically a ray of sunshine in comparison.”
“You're not wrong,” Penelope cuts in, leaning her elbows down on the counter next to Simon. “And if Morpheus can get Hob, maybe he can help you get Baz, Si.”
“That is a terrible plan,” Simon says. “And anyways, Baz hates me.”
“It’s an excellent plan,” Morpheus replies. “And also, you’re an idiot. Basil was ready to stab me with my own fountain pen for touching you so casually.”
“He was not!” Simon squeaks.
“No, he definitely was, I’m with Morpheus here,” Penelope says. “Maybe you two should pretend to date and see how long it takes for Baz to crack.”
“Absolutely not,” Simon says at the same time Morpheus answers “That’s an excellent idea.”
Simon groans. 
“I don’t have a choice in the matter do I?” he asks.
“Not at all,” Morpheus replies, biting into the cake pop.
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blysse-and-blunder · 2 months ago
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in lieu of a quiet sunday night
sunday, 11pm, September 22, 2024 ~ cider close to hand, both alcoholic and non; hozier playing in the background; evidently it's the first day of fall
reading since i skipped doing one of these last week, both of my reading picks tonight are actually from a little while ago. both were so, so compelling, but for different reasons. one an award-winning piece of twentieth-century canadian literature set in 1970s india, the other a scandalous semi-autobiographical account of drinking, dating, and divorce in roaring twenties new york.
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i think that drew me into both of these first was their dialogue-- both authors are so good at writing distinctly unique, distinctly not-what-i-usually-hear character dialogue, without it sounding at all affected. i got the feeling that both authors were working from life, describing societies they knew inside and out, and had observed intimately. so much detail about the, like, material and sensory details of these two different settings-- what everyone wore out to dinner in the twenties, and what they were eating and drinking; what shopping for a chicken or going to the doctor was like in mid-seventies bombay, what school was like, how people were discussing the government... beyond that, these two feel so dissimilar that comparing them is going to do a disservice to both. though i guess both have, at different points in their histories, been the subject of some scandal. listening shout out to my 'for you' playlist last week, which was one hit after another-- but opened with this, and introduced me to rachel chinouriri! whose sound i really like. that first slow build up to the guitar bursting in? got my attention immediately. the lyrics to this one are, admittedly, wild to be singing while trying to write job apps, but it's melancholy in enough of an upbeat way that it almost feels calming?
No point in trying to prove yourself to them Why question who you are from deep within? No matter what, your youth is gonna end My god it’s sinking in There’s no point in anything
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the whole album goes down so smooth, and is rewarding repeat listens. i love her voice. i love how late i am to discovering her, since she's opening for sabrina carpenter now apparently.
watching no shogun time this week, but the gang and i sat down to experience the first episode of a new series, which i cannot stop thinking about. imagine like. australian broadchurch, but only one of the main characters and all the victims are actually in a bleak crime drama, and every other character is doing like parks & rec. also it's extremely gay. and rude. and funny. favorite characters are dulcie, and sven the guy who keeps asking who he can delegate stuff to. also dulcie's wife, who i'm so worried about the world crushing somehow, she seems too optimistic to survive undamaged!
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playing did i mention finishing act ii of pentiment? now that @blue--period is playing it, i realized i wanted to get further and be able to discuss. i was devastated by the end of act i, but the end of act ii feels... bleak in a way i wasn't expecting, at all. i'm already planning a second play-through using my other save file, since i failed a bunch of checks in act ii (a few i think based on the background i had chosen, aggravating since it was helpful in other ways) and no spoilers, but in other ways, i failed by succeeding. saving act iii for now, since i have a busy next couple of weeks. much love to caspar, my best boy.
making fallow week. check back soon for experiments with medieval ink making, though!! i have sourced ingredients, and parchment scraps, from kind friends and colleagues who won't ask me to pay for them, and will shortly be (i hope) benefiting from someone else's paper-making budget. stay tuned.
working on prepping for my students' quiz on thursday, and the following assignment due in early oct, by brainstorming what i want to ask them to do and then not actually writing the rubric or instructions. alternating with staring at the descriptions of various job openings and trying to pick up lots of detail about the hiring departments. wrote up a 2-page dissertation summary, which sucked. feeling more chill about the process than i thought, which is also because it doesn't feel like it's happening to me, exactly. writing sample and finalized cover letter this week?
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jev-urisk · 5 months ago
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✨️Anagram Tag Game✨️
Got tagged by @fortunatetragedy and @the-golden-comet for this! Original from @aintgonnatakethis
Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word!
My Word: REMATCH
Your Word: DEMONIC
Looking for lines about demons in my WIP story 🌐7 Circles🌐
R:
"Remind me, Duke Arison is a.. jealousy demon?" they ask, two hands clasping a longer golden chain and pendant around their neck as they turn to the lounging ifrit.
E:
Everyone and everything in white. One drop of Klaus's crimson blood would be unmistakable. Demons bleed black
M:
'Most of the time nobody is gonna give me an order without askin' you first... Except for a Duke, o'course.'
A:
As immortal creatures, even the age of father and son has started to appear congruent, despite the couple of centuries between them.
T:
"They have your signature forged in there as if it's a reasonable employment contract and not just slavery!" "Oh no, it's my signature right enough."
C:
Cambions were the rarest scandal of them all- demons considering themselves far too high on the roster to mingle with ‘lower’ species, nevermind a bloody ifrit.
H:
He curses Demyen's name for the thousandth time since he received his 'gift' and all of the demons in Nexis who allow this practice to continue.
Tagging @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 and @lychhiker-writes (no pressure.. unless you want pressure) +Open tag! (hmu if you want to be +/- to my tag-game list!)
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dehemetera · 1 month ago
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1. Nice to meet you!
Captain Iba breathed deeply in, quivering. He adjusted his pose, straightened his back and lifted his chin, trying to be as solemn as he could.
That was a momentous day, the lieutenant he chose to run the 7th Division with him was about to be formally introduced to the whole council of Captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13.
He knew he chose wisely and his candidate had all the qualities needed to fill that role. He knew that was the best pick for the Division and that she would've been accepted and appreciated, with time. But still…
“Please. Please don't strike a pose.”
Iba’s hands were sweating, like a whole lot. His stomach clenched in a grasp of anxiety and preventive shame.
As petty as it might have sounded, he hoped she was also shy and nervous enough not to make an entrance.
The whole elite of the Gotei 13 gathered in that most respectable hall to greet their newest member and it would've been really hard for Tetsuzaemon to explain that whole “Boom baby” pose she had practiced for the whole morning.
Another deep breath while those few seconds stretched out like centuries of uneasiness in Captain Iba’s perception of time.
He quickly gazed over the expressions of his esteemed peers and subordinates. He was mainly concerned about Captain Kuchiki, Soi Fon, Hitsugaya. Maybe Muguruma as well. They were the most serious and straight-up officers in the room and more likely to be scandalized or offended by his new lieutenant’s… effervescence.
On his side though, he had a bunch of Captains that might have actually liked her: Captain Kotetsu was already a lieutenant when Iba’s pupil was in the 4th and Isane always spoke lovely words for the girl. Captain Hirako was weird enough on his own to be in the position to judge. But the real game changer would've been the General Commander Kyoraku who would have certainly loved her. None of the lieutenants really worried Iba about that, they were all pretty chill and yeah, maybe Ikkaku would have frowned but still, there were Hisagi and Rukia to back Iba up. Those two were the lieutenants who notified his candidate that she was chosen to fill their same role in the 7th Division.
Hisagi in particular had the chance of meeting the new lieutenant in the past, when he used to visit Captain Komamura with Tousen and even after that and seemed to like her quite enough.
The doors to the Captains’ Council room creaked softly as they started to disclose, letting some sunshine in.
Another deep breath.
“It's gonna be fine.”
“Honoured officers of the Gotei 13…” Kyoraku’s voice thundered glee in the heavy silence of the room. “ Let’s all welcome our new comrade, 7th Division’s lieutenant Mira Komamura.”
As everyone’s eyes shifted to the figure standing at the entrance, Iba felt the grasp on his stomach tightening mercilessly and held his breath while turning towards the doors himself.
Wrapped in her brand new shinigami uniform, Mira stepped in the room with a deeply focused expression on her face. Long wavy hair framing it, the golden collar Sajin gave her the day she was adopted shining on her collarbone. She reached the center of the room, where Iba lectured her to stand a few hours earlier.
It was Mira’s turn to inhale -It’s an unspeakable honour to be here.- she said, her voice trembling under the pressure of the moment.
Iba thanked whatever superior entity was holding her from doing something embarrassing.
-I … uhm… - Mira blinked a few times, uncertain , then sighed and all that dignity slipped off like a fine silk cloth just as Iba’s heartbeat when he sensed the inevitable tragedy approaching, helplessly - I was planning on making a funny entrance with a pose but Captain Iba said it wouldn’t have been appropriate so now I don’t really know how to introduce myself ‘cause I am like REALLY nervous, I am sorry.-
-He lied.- Captain Hirako quickly replied -I wanna see the pose.-
Iba’s facepalm sounded more like a full strength slap. Just as Captain Kuchiki’s raising eyebrow.
-I can’t do that on command, it would feel weird now, the moment is lost.- Mira’s expression was completely blank as she spoke those words with an unsettling seriousness.
Captain Hirako though seemed to fully empathise with that feeling and nodded -Yeah, I get that. Was a famous one?-
-Boom baby.- she replied, that serious face still on.
-Emperor’s New Groove?-
-Yep.-
-Mhn, a good one.-
-Indeed.-
Captain Hirako turned towards Tetsuzaemon, matching Mira’s same serious expression -Iba, you robbed me of your lieutenant’s very first Boom Baby in this Council.- and she nodded vigorously.
Iba’s answer came out as a defeated sigh -I am dismayed…-
Captain Soi Fon crossed her arms -Another weirdo, great.- hissed, turning away from that disgraceful circus while Shuhei, Renji, Rukia and even Kyoraku chuckled.
-What’s a Boom baby pose?- Ikkaku asked, arms crossed and evidently confused.
The General Commander clapped his hands to get the attention back to himself - Well, well… we’ve all been through some terrible times, it’s refreshing to see some sparkling playfulness back among our ranks! Am I right, Nanao-chaaaan~? -
Lieutenant Ise pushed her glasses up with a sigh -You mean some more than yours, Captain?-
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mermaidsirennikita · 8 months ago
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Could you please recommend some books with that particular Friends to lovers trope?
I shall try! I haven't been able to find as many of these as I wish I could.
I actually was inspired to write that post because I just started listening to Sierra Simone's The Seduction of Molly O'Flaherty. This is a spinoff of her Ivy Leavold novellas, but I don't think you would need to read those first (they're quite good--though early on I kinda think I like this more...?). Molly is a scandalous woman a part of a scandalous group of libertines that tend to have sex with each other as friends a lot, actually. And she THOUGHT she was in love with Ivy Leavold's hero, Julian Markham. But in the beginning of Seduction, she's thinking back on this moment in the Ivy Leavold books when she was having sex with her friend Silas (they have sex... a good bit) and she looked down at him and realized "oh shit I'm in love with SILAS".
Anyway, TW, the book does begin with Molly as a wreck shortly after an off-page sexual assault, and she does NOT tell Silas about this before having sex with him again for comfort, and it's INCREDIBLY hot and I did actually feel like I was reading about two people who know each other super well and have had sex a lot, which is a great and hard thing to write--but yeah, halfway through it goes from really dirty shit to him MAKING LOOOVE to her. And then the novella cuts to Silas leaving because somehow he fucked up and we don't know how and now he's BACK IN TOWN. I'm GRIPPED.
(I feel it's SO important that I mention that he takes control of the moment by saying "let me have it". Which. Works.)
You, Again by Kate Goldbeck is definitely this. It's a 21st century take on When Harry Met Sally wherein the hero and heroine meet because they're hooking up with the same girl, dislike each other, then meet again after she's divorced and depressed and become best friends. You can tell that heeee is more aware of his feelings, but she's in total denial until he absolutely fuckin' rails her. And then she's like "FUCK" because it was supposed to be a one-off and now it's nooooot.
Reckless by Stella Rhys. The hero is the heroine's boss, but they've become best friends and have this totally codependent relationship lol. And they don't see each other in a Sexual light at all until they have this very CHARGED moment talking about sex stuff on a work trip when she's emotional because she just found out her fiance was cheating on her. Then he's like "well if you like.... need it......." which leads to a FWB thing (that starts in his office) and I can remember this particular scene where it's like "well SHIT" because what is gonna happen to their lovely fuckbuddies thing???
Friends Don't Fall in Love by Erin Hahn is a contemporary wherein the hero is actually a professional associate/friend of the heroine's fiance. She and her fiance are both country music up and comers, but when she sings a song protesting gun violence the country music community cancels her and her fiance dumps her, and she just happens to get drunk with the friend, who's closer to her, and then they have sex and it's definitely one of those things wherein Feelings Were Realized but she can't handle it so they go radio silence for a few years until she needs a place to stay and he becomes her landlord as she begins trying to restart her career. But... IT AIN'T OVER.
Give Me More by Sara Cate is a MMF take on this. Hunter and Drake have been best friends since childhood, and then Drake became friends with Isabel when she married Hunter. The three go on a roadtrip, during which Hunter notices Vibes between Isabel and Drake and basically asks them to fuck while he watches. However... Hunter gets increasingly Involved in these scenes, because maybe it's not that he likes to watch maybe it's that he's just, idk, bisexual, and there are SEVERAL moments where it's like.... oh. That's what that feeling is.
Unmasked by the Marquess by Cat Sebastian has the hero become friends with the new guy in town, except the new guy is actually a girl, except no that's not it the new girl is nonbinary and is disguised as a man for plot reasons, which really sends our poor hero into a tailspin of confusion because like... he was attracted to them... But once they have sex it's definitely an "oh fuck this is a lot more than attraction" thing, and the other lead, Robin, has this realization especially sharply when Alistair is fucking them against like, a door. It's GREAT.
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bluberimufim · 1 year ago
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Oh ho ho, now I'm curious, do you have any refs for anyone that might want to draw your OCs? Pictures or specific descriptions or anything of that sort? Just curious...
Thank you for the ask! I'm so glad it interests you!!
Well You See: I'm an artist. I should have references lying around. But if I were to present them, it would be some super sporadic stuff bc I never got around to drawing MOST of my ocs, for some reason...
That being said, I have a few things lying around. I'll post it here and maybe update when I make more.
(Also, I know the digital drawings suck. I have 0 experience with it. I am Trying Very Hard)
This is gonna be Long, so buckle up.
Dystopia WIP:
This WIP was originally concieved at a graphic novel, so I have a few drawings - especially a few rough sketches mapping out outfit shapes and colours. Let's go through the main cast:
Veta, Vi and Veo (aka the Communist Polycule):
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Alexis Ivanik:
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Cristover (left) and Nester Kalenev (right):
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I have a post explaining the significance of most of the colour palettes of the 3 WIPs here
Notes on the characters:
Nester, Cristover, and Vi are all guys. They're wearing skirts bc they're Fashionable. Vi has a beard
Vi's outfits are inspired by traditional portuguese costume
idc what you do with Alexis, they NEED to be wearing extremely over-the-top eyeliner at all times
Devourer of Souls:
So here is the Thing. Most characters in this WIP being female is a very recent development. Almost all except for Flick used to be guys. So the only pic of Seth is her as a man. Literally just picture her with longer hair and it's almost accurate.
Seth (very zoomed into a drawing I once made):
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(pls don't forget that she's a cane user)
Flick (the people on the sides are Allana and Hunter, the two souls their body houses):
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Notes on characters not pictured (Jane and Theo):
Theo and Jane are technically twins, and they have a Snow White/Rose Red motif
Theo has bright red eyes long white hair in a huge braid. She wears all white tends to prefer overalls
Jane has short red hair and white eyes, the inverse of Theo
Black and White
Considering this WIP is my main one and the one I've had the longest, I have shamefully little material on it that I like. And also, I've already reaches the limit on pictures I can post.
I mean, my icon is a drawing of Darius, and there's also the Great Reyna Picrew Show-Down, but otherwise? Almost nothing. When it comes to descriptions, it's kinda vague ig? But let me kinda compile a little bit. Here's the most relevant characters in order of appearance:
Johann:
[...] He was significantly older and dressed much more presentably. His deep black suit had a refined and expensive-looking cut. He carried an old walking stick, which might have been in fashion in the previous century, to complete the look. Besides that, he had a box-shaped camera hanging from his shoulder. His hair was almost completely grey and perfectly combed, which made him look organized and important. When he walked closer, Darius noticed the strange shine in his eyes, his crooked nose, his lively smile. There was no doubt. He looked like all the pictures he'd seen. [...]
August:
He would almost be a perfectly normal person if not for his height. He wasn't a giant, but he had a considerable advantage over most people, although not at the expense of any muscle. His hair was longer than one would normally see in a man, almost shoulder-length. Otherwise, he looked pretty average, dressed in a half-opened shirt and very tight trousers. He couldn't decide if he should categorize him as "weird" or not.
Extra note: he wears a glove on his right hand that he never takes off. I once made a joke about the glove staying on during sex and it's 100% true.
Reyna:
[...] The girl was absolutely enormous. He'd never seen anyone so tall. She was taller than August, who was almost a giant himself. Even without heels, she was taller than anyone he'd ever met. And besides that, she was dressed quite scandalously. Her red dress barely reached the middle of her legs, leaving part of the knees exposed. The skirt was made of various layers of light fabrics, like chiffon and tule, all of them ending in excessive frills. It looked like a flower upside down. The dress had no sleeves, being held in place solely by two thin straps covered in glitter, reflecting the light of the sun. All of her seemed more suited to a burlesque show than a circus.
Diedrich:
His red hair, tied into a ponytail, fell down the side of his neck, like a small flame. He wore a crisp black suit, like any common man would. [...]
I can't believe I never actually described Diedrich. I know he's a POV character but still, wtf??
I mean, I guess there wouldn't be a point in describing him from Darius's or Reyna's POV because Darius spent years collecting pictures of him and Reyna has seen him every day for the past 5 years. But if you want an age range, he's 50 in the main story, just like Johann.
You know what? Hit me up if you want a drawing or better description. I'd be happy to do it for you, if you wanna actually draw him.
(if you're wondering why the descriptions are so weird about fabrics, it's because this is narrated by Darius and he's a tailor - he's really into sewing)
As for Darius himself, he's only ever described as "looking like Alphonse". And what does Alphonse look like, you ask? Johann describes him in relation to Diedrich (a description we don't have), and Diedrich feels no need to describe him because he's literally his son and he's known him since he was born. I need to fix this, holy shit.
Anyway, I hope this gave you better insight into how (some of) my ocs look! And I hope you had fun looking at sketches, zoomed-in pictures and 1 (one) fully fledged illustration of Flick.
Also, feel free to ask if you need more info! I can add it here to paint a more complete picture.
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So, the Prime Minister of New Zealand is resigning, apparently because she's burned out and needs a break, but I expect a scandal to come to light any second now. There's gonna be a Labour Party leadership election next month, which undoubtedly means they're gonna elect some unpopular bumbling stooge who will make a fool of themselves and pave the way for the nazis to sweep the general election in October. That is the cycle of liberal democracy in the 21st century; one step forward, two goose steps back.
I hope I'm wrong, but I have no faith in any governments at any level anywhere anymore.
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fictionfromthevoid · 5 months ago
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Being in a QPR with ACD!Sherlock Holmes would include
Headcanons for the original book Sherlock Holmes and reader being in a QPR (so the setting is the 19th century)
You are a teacher at a girls' boarding school when one day another teacher is murdered and Sherlock is hired to solve the case
You try to help as best you can and he quickly realises how smart you are
(Watson also thinks you are attractive but you shut him down very quickly, expressing that you have no interest in romance of any kind)
this earns you respect from Sherlock
Since his knowledge of the world is sometimes rather specific (he doesn’t know the earth moves around the sun?!), whenever a case requires knowledge he and Watson don't have he sends you a letter to consult you
You basically become pen pals
As a woman in the 19th century you are very limited but also very dedicated to give your girls a good education
so whenever you need to do a science experiment, want to test out a theory or need lab equipment and your school won’t help you you write to Sherlock
So in your free time, you can often be found working on some experiment at 221B Baker Street
Sometimes you also assist Sherlock with his experiments when you are free and Watson is annoyed
Accompanying them on cases every now and then
You are smart but also good with people which makes questioning suspects a lot easier
Soon you are a regular guest in 221B
Mrs Hutson loves you
Comforting Sherlock when he couldn’t solve a case, or someone he should protect dies
This is also when you first hug
Watson sent you a letter that they had a bad case, Sherlock couldn’t solve it and the client died. Since then he has been inconsolable. He plays sad music on his violin all the time and takes drugs and Watson is getting scared for him.
When you arrive he is standing at the window playing the violin
You march over to him, take the violin out of his hand and pull him into a hug
He is ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED. Completely freezes, every muscle tensing up
You don’t care and keep hugging him, so he slowly settles into the hug
He buries his face into your shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh
You stand like this for a long time
When you finally let go you make tea and talk about the case
Since then hugs have become a regular thing for the two of you
much to the surprise of Dr. Watson
The doctor doesn’t understand your relationship at the beginning
he keeps nagging Sherlock and sometimes even you about a potential romantic relationship, and asks all the time if and when you are gonna marry
After you and Sherlock have explained to him a thousand times that you don’t have romantic feelings of any kind towards each other and that your relationship is not like that he finally accepts it
even tho you are not sure he fully understands he sees that your relationship is rather like his friendship with Sherlock
When Dr. Watson marries, Sherlock asks you to move in after a while
This is seen as quite scandalous -an unmarried man and woman living together- and nearly costs you your job but you manage
Now that Watson is occupied more often you are a more frequent companion on cases
You also have more time to work on scientific projects together since living together
sometimes when one of you is feeling especially down long hugs turn into cuddling
You sit on the sofa together and just hold each other in your arms
You always make sure that Sherlock takes care of himself
You bring him food when he is absorbed into a case and refuses to eat. When he refuses to take even a small bite you will go on a rant on how his body and mind will break down if he continues to starve himself
This usually has no effect so you just start shoving food in his face until he eats it
Reading Horror and murder mysteries together and laughing about the stupid murderers
When you both retire you move to Sussex together
He tends to his bees and you take up gardening
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vladacatfire · 5 months ago
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Im on ArtFight 2024! This is gonna be my first Art-Fight🌃✨
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Character's!
Makril
Age: 26
Specie: Anthro beastman Dog
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero-Ally
Height: 334 cm ( ≈11 ft.)
Bio: Makril created in a hospital during a long experiment to merge two magic energies with blood of a giant big guy . He lives in an analogue of our world but includes a huge variety of magical types and miracles and magic with witchcraft. Maki likes to cooking, playing games, foreign languages, sport and of course being a best adopted brother to his little human sister Blythe. This big goof is really kind , helpful and naive doggy who gives a best hugs!
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Blyhte
Age: 12
Specie: Human girl
Height: 145 cm
Bio: Blythe is very optimistic, kind and cheerful girl! She lives in an analogue of our world but includes a huge variety of magical types and miracles and magic with witchcraft. In addition to standard lessons at school such as mathematics, languages, etc., Blythe is trained in witchcraft and spells. As the other humans she can't do magic, but she can use spells with her magic wand. She love her family so much, but adopted big brother Maki is her favorite)
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Strix
Age: 26
Specie: Harpie owl
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 167 cm.
Bio: Strix is a hyperactive and brave woman. She lives with her girlfriend Asio . Strix is involved in sports and also works as Pastry chef in cafe together with Asio. In the modern world, Strix is one of the few harpies capable of flight thanks to her large wings. She is also a wonderful friend, and her best friend is a beastman dog named Makril. Strix is a devoted, brave and valiant person, always ready to stand up for loved ones
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Asio
Age: 26
Specie: Anthro beastwomen owl
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 166 cm.
Bio: Asio is really sensitive shy person. This beauty really like making pastries, especially when paired with her dear girlfriend Strix. Asio is a quiet and calm owl, she takes many things seriously, but likes to have fun within reason. She is ready to support her loved ones no matter what. And you better not anger her, my dears.
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Morelleth
Age: 361
Specie: Elf
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Aro-ace
Height: 160 cm
Bio: Morelleth was born in 17th century , in a fairly noble and wealthy elven family. For the most part, she was deprived of the love of her parents, whose attention was devoted exclusively to her brother Ahaly. Those times were full of wars and battles in her native land, so at an early age, before she became a teenager, she lost her father.
And centuries later, during the Second World War, her mother also passed away.
Blaming her already selfish, greedy brother for many disasters, Morelleth was in a prolonged depression for a long time, leading a scandalous and riotous lifestyle for a long time. Only in the 21st century, after hundreds of years, did she find her peace and those people whom she can call friends. Now she can be called simply a gloomy introverted girl trying to improve her life. Do her and his brother despise each other to this day? Yes.
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Katya
Age: 27-28
Specie: Anthro hybrid of Hare and Rabbit 🐇 Beastwomen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Aro-ace
Height: 180 cm
Bio: Katya is a graduate of a medical university. Thanks to the magic of blood manipulation, her graduation project was to help create a beastman by combining two magical energies with a blood of giants. She completed the project successfully, but not without complete moral exhaustion. Now she works as a therapist in the clinic where her graduation project was carried out. And she became good friends with her “project” which she called Makril . Katya is a rather reserved and thoughtful girl. She is not a fan of being in large groups of people, but sometimes she has to get out of her comfort zone and socialize .
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primordial-shade · 2 years ago
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Use at will if you want
How dare I write HOTD ideas and not come up with a Lesbian fix it.
 Not Alicent with Rhaenyra, don’t think that would ever really work in my personal opinion.
 Nah, lets do Rhaenyra Laena instead. Also this is gonna be my first A/B/O fanfic idea so lets go!
 ·        So, young Laena Velaryon is sent to kings landing to try and bid for the kings hand. Whilst she has not presented her secondary gender yet, as a young woman she should still be able to bear the king children.
·        Laena is not into it. She understands why her father wants this, what her mother was denied, but she does not want to marry the King.
·        It is whilst she is there she see’s her younger cousin Rhaenyra. The moment she see’s her she feels her whole being freeze. She remembers the tale her mother told her about when she first saw her father. The sheer power of emotion she felt that led her to joining him on Dragon back until her father approved their marriage.
·        She feels that the moment she see’s Rhaenyra.
·        Much of the time spent in the Red Keep is spent with her cousin. And slowly they both begin to fall for each other. Laena hurriedly tries to come up with a way to get out of the marriage to the King when he announces his impending marriage to Alicent.
·        She is almost relieved, until she sees the devastation on Rhaenyra’s face.
·        In fact combined with her mothers very recent death means Rhaenyra enters her first heat, showing she is an Omega.
·        Rhaeny’s and Laena help her out during that long week and Laena decides to things. One, wether she has to force the gods herself or use blood magic she will be an alpha and she will marry Rhaenyra to make sure she never feels that betrayed again.
·        One year later Laena claims Vhagar, presents as an Alpha and decides she will join the war of the Stepstones.
·        Neither parents are pleased, her brother is worried but delighted and Daemon realises this young woman would literally slit his throat so she could marry Rhaenyra.
·        With Laenor trying to seduce him and after seeing what Vhagar did to the now molten filled caves of the Stepstones he decides to take the loss. Most of his Letters from Rhaenyra have been waxing Poetic about Laena anyway.
·        Whilst on the last days of the war Laena is declared queen of the Stepstones, she is also informed that Rhaenyra has been sent to seek a Husband.
·        (Note, Westeros is fucked up so only Alpha’s can marry Omegas but whilst male only pairings are considered ‘fine’ female pairings are not looked upon well for misogynistic reasons.)
·        Laena says fuck that, takes her crown, still covered in blood, and flies Vhagar to Storms end.
·        Needless to say everyone is fucking terrified when this absolute monster turns up and Laena declares her intent of Rhaenyra’s hand.
·        Le Gasp, Scandal.
·        But fuck if anyone is going to argue.
·        Rhaenyra, delighted, accepts.
·        Rhaenyra has lived her last few years trading letters with her Velma and her cousins until they went to war. Rhaenys is fully supporting this, you bastards rejected one queen? Now you get two motherfuckers.
·        So yeah, Rhaenyra goes home smug as all fuck with her love as her future queen.
·        Alicent is fucking Green with envy and Criston Cole tries to push his luck and gets his face cut up.
·        Visery’s is just so fucking happy his daughter is repairing his fuck up he just says yes and begins planning the most lavish wedding. Corlys is absolutely fucking delighted with his daughter’s match. Less so with Laenors but he is told to get over it.
·        The wedding is the biggest thing of the century. The Sept does abolsutely try to kick up a fuss but the Doctrine of Excepsionalism fucks that up. To the Targs, two daughter marrying is better than marrying outside the family.
·        So wedding full steam ahead.
·        Its big, its fancy, its over the top.
·        Vhagar lets people cover her in flowers, its red and black and teal and gold.
·        They have a Sept wedding first then a Valerian marriage after.
·        That’s when the Green Dress happens.
·        Vhagars roar is heard to Driftmark. The Velaryons and Rhaenyra does not let this stand, especially with all the training Rhaeny’s has been giving Rhaenyra.
·        It’s a definitive strike against the Hightowers when Alicent is frogmarched out by loyal guards much to Visery’s distress.
·        But he wants his cousins forgiveness so much he basically lets her do what she wants.
·        She does take advantage of this.
·        Anyway the ceremony happens, they have the bedding ceremony and 9 months later prince Jacaerys is born.
·        Within the next six years they have eight kids collectively. Jacaery’s is first, then Lucerys, Baelon and Visenya are born two years later, then Aemma and Daenys, and finally baby Aemon.
·        That is no where close to the end but they decide to take a break.
·        Visery’s is eternally delighted, he calls it a New Targaryean boom. Esepcailly with Laenor and Daemon’s quadruplets and now baby twins.
·        With Laena’s help Rhaenyra even manages to buils strong bonds with all four of her siblings.
·        That makes, looks at notes hurried written on notepad whilst pretending to be in meeting, 18 and counting in total for Targ kids.
·        Corly’s has so many grandkids, including Rhaenyra’s siblings, he just fucking chills out. Man is so happy with life he just fucking loves it.
·        Rhaeny’s spends her days with all her grandkids, tormenting Daemon and Visery’s and ruining every one of the Green’s plans. It’s the most fun she’s had in years and now she has protegee’s to teach.
·        Visery’s, after being persuaded to kick Otto out, is just letting Rhaenyra, Rhaeny’s and Lord Strong run stuff. He just builds his Model and dies slowly.
·        Happy end, kids get married and it’s a good thing Rhaegar legally marries Lyanna in my future because their Jahaerys (Jon) comes out Lightskinned, but is very obviously not white. Ned could have never hid that, especially when the boy gets claimed by Vermithor at birth.
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2 + 15 (protože jsem zvědavá!) + 4 for the history ask game?
History ask set
2. What is your country most famous for in history? My first instinct is to say being a victim of the Munich Agreement (or being a victim in general lol) or the assassination of Reinhard Heydrich. But then I remembered the Christmas carol Good King Wenceslaus is supposedly based on Bohemian duke Saint Wenceslaus, so I'm gonna go with that. Also the battle of Austerlitz took place in present-day Czechia and any Napoleon nerd gotta know that one.
15. Were the history classes teached in an interesting way in your school/ college/ university? What would you do to improve them if you were the teacher / lecturer? In highschool it was a mixed bag. We had multiple teachers throughout the years. First one was focused on the dry theory, but he had good powerpoint presentations (those are always important) and iirc he liked to make interesting exam questions - like "Based on when they lived, could these two historical figures have met?" The second one loved to sprinkle in historical anecdotes (like the fact that one French prince was killed in the streets of Paris by a wild hog) and was overall a great narrator (he is a tour guide for Czech tourists in France as a second job), but I'll never forgivehim for the way he graded me on one particular exam. The last one had some great one-liners ("I've taken the first step in grading your exam papers: I found them.") and loved to add some personal stories when talking about the modern history. I was picked to dance with him on our maturita ball and he smelled of cologne and cigarettes, so that's a few points down, but overall a cool guy. I study archivistics and medieaval latin, so pretty much all of my classes are history-ajacent. I have to highlight one of my History of Administration professors, who had a great way with words and would always spend the latter third of a class talking about a historical scandal or something from every-day life. Another cool one was my Bohemian Medieval History professor, who had a very captivating way of speaking, loved to sprinkle in some jokes and had good powerpoint presentations (yes, that is very important to me). And last but not least my Epigraphy professor was pretty much the biggest expert in his field and it showed tremendously (also for this class I got to make epigraphic descriptions of 15th century tombstones which to this day remains the coolest thing I've ever done for class).
4. My bachelor thesis is focused on 14th century charters from one monastery, so right now that's the era I think about the most. Other than that I have to go with 15th century, because that's the era my theatrical swordfighting group focuses on. Also the journal of Václav Šašek z Bířkova I read for one class was a pretty good read.
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