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goose-duck · 9 months ago

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Mandela Catalogue Texting 👁️

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✨Jonah and Adam✨

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🌙Adam: we have no power

☀️ Jonah: why

☀️Jonah: what

🌙 Adam: the power is out

☀️ Jonah: ehy

☀️ Jonah: why

🌙Adam: they are working on the lines

☀️Jonah: why

🌙Adam: I don't know

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☀️ Jonah: is it day 7?

☀️ Jonah: or day 3

☀️ Jonah: it's the same day

☀️ Jonah: it's one of them

🌙 Adam: 7

☀️ Jonah: thank you

🌙 Adam: I only count the first 4 days

☀️ Jonah: I had to think harder abt that than I would have liked

🌙 Adam: haha

☀️ Jonah: Well, that makes sense, it just repeats

☀️ Jonah: I don't know why they even give us 8 days

🌙 Adam: yeah

🌙 Adam: knowing the days repeat it's weird

☀️ Jonah: maybe it's for fun

☀️ Jonah: maybe 8 is someone's lucky number

🌙 Adam: maybe

☀️ Jonah: I just tripped up the stairs, I'm so proud of myself

🌙 Adam: ahaha

☀️ Jonah: I feel like my shoes are loud

☀️ Jonah: it's very quiet

☀️ Jonah: it's weird when the school is quiet

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✨Evelin and Sarah✨

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💕 Evelin: Sorry I haven't answered ur messages today, I've been in Halifax

💕 Evelin: I'm very happy for you though <33

💕 Evelin: tell me abt ur boyfriend :D

🍓 Sarah: :33

🍓 Sarah: his name's Crow

🍓 Sarah: he's like a year younger than me

🍓 Sarah: but he's super sweet

🍓 Sarah: and like gives off soft boyfriend enrergy

💕 Evelin: Yayayayayay

💕 Evelin: I'm happy ur happy :D

💕 Evelin: y'all know eachother in person?

💕 Evelin: Crow is such a cool name

💕 Evelin: it's a name one could eat

💕 Evelin: soft bit energy is such a vibe

🍓 Sarah: he's from Canada

🍓 Sarah: VERYONENI LOVE IS FROM CANADASA

🍓 Sarah: GOD SAVE THE QUEEREN

💕 Evelin: SARAHHHH

💕 Evelin: UR CURSED

💕 Evelin: AT LEAST YOU KNOW CAMADIANS ARE LOVEABLE

💕 Evelin: I'm happy you have Crow but it's very funny that he's Canadian

💕 Evelin: what part of Canada?

🍓 Sarah: I think New Brunswick

💕 Evelin: :0

💕 Evelin: that's really close to NS

💕 Evelin: the school I wanna go to is in NB

💕 Evelin: u rlly like ppl from the south shore lol

💕 Evelin: must be the accent

🍓 Sarah: I think it is

🍓 Sarah: I heard his accent and I just knew

🍓 Sarah: but idk if it's Canadian

💕 Evelin: Sorry to just complain randomly, but I've been in this vehicle for an hour and I need to tell someone abt this lady's terrible driving

💕 Evelin: She keeps almost driving off the road 😭

💕 Evelin: She's barely making the turns

💕 Evelin: I'm just scared

💕 Evelin: Anyway, I'm very happy that u and Crow are together :D I hope y'all are very happy for a very long time, maybe even forever >:D

🍓 Sarah: that's scary

🍓 Sarah: and yes

🍓 Sarah: hes a total husbando

💕 Evelin: OMG THIS LADY JUST HIT A TRAFFIC COND

💕 Evelin: cone

💕 Evelin: FUCKKKK

💕 Evelin: SHE CANT DRIVE

🍓 Sarah: bruh

💕 Evelin: SAVE ME

🍓 Sarah: YOU DRIVE

💕 Evelin: I MIGHT

🍓 Sarah: get her her driving glasses

💕 Evelin: She slowed down, we're doing the speed limit now

💕 Evelin: SHE WAS 50 OVER THE SPEED LIMIT AND JUST NOW REALIZED

💕 Evelin: OLD LADY IS XRAZY

💕 Evelin: MAYBE SHE DOES NEED GLASSES

🍓 Sarah: what's that in miles

💕 Evelin: OR TO BE PUT IN AN OLD PPL HOME

💕 Evelin: 150 m/hr

💕 Evelin: I think

💕 Evelin: I don't have internet, so I'm doing my best

💕 Evelin: She's supposed to be dropping this old lady off somewhere b4 me bc it's on the way to Milton and she passed it 😭

💕 Evelin: "oh, there's Dansville" *keeps driving* "oh, right, we needed to go there" *does a fucking U-turn on the highway*

🍓 Sarah: oh my

💕 Evelin: I hope she actually makes it to Milton

💕 Evelin: Never trust a Canadian mf with a French accent istg

💕 Evelin: French Canadians are insane, I swear

💕 Evelin: Our asses are not making it to Milton

🍓 Sarah: lol

🍓 Sarah: be safe pls

💕 Evelin: I'll message u when I get home so u know I'm not dead lol

💕 Evelin: I'm gonna try to have a nap

🍓 Sarah: ok good

🍓 Sarah: Au revoir

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💕 Evelin: I'm home :D

🍓 Sarah: ok good

💕 Evelin: I'm gonna have a bath and try to relax

💕 Evelin: Should I have a bubble bath or a normal bath?

🍓 Sarah: Mmmmbubbles

💕: it's gonna be the best bubble bath ever

🍓 Sarah: u enjoy it

💕 Evelin: Merci très cher

🍓 Sarah: ?

💕 Evelin: Je t'aime, Salutttt <33

🍓 Sarah: <3

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✨Jonah and Adam✨

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☀️ Jonah: I can't fucking see

☀️ Jonah: fucking

☀️ Jonah: Aahdbsks

☀️ Jonah: Sorry I was not happy eafukng

☀️ Jonah: Earkk

☀️ Jonah: worss

☀️ Jonah: help

🌙 Adam: huh

☀️ Jonah: I'm fucked

☀️ Jonah: fucking

☀️ Jonah: can't see

🌙 Adam: wdym

☀️ Jonah: can't look at shit

🌙 Adam: why

☀️ Jonah: fucking

🌙 Adam: are u ok?

☀️ Jonah: When the pictures send you'll see

🌙 Adam: why

🌙 Adam: are you high

☀️ Jonah: I can't see

☀️ Jonah: This ddudkc

☀️ Jonah: Sycj

☀️ Jonah: fuck

☀️ Jonah: Why CBA I wrote that but nkw workx

☀️ Jonah: Fuck j

☀️ Jonah: When will this he'll end

🌙 Adam: I dont understand bud

☀️ Jonah: I don't understand either

☀️ Jonah: I can't read

🌙 Adam: get better

☀️ Jonah: Instahrm

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#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #adam murray #jonah marshall #tmc evelin #sarah heathcliff

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nyaitsu-writes · 3 years ago

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ehe thank you! also yess tsuaka is the sweetest ship and he would be the knight to aka's princess-like vibes and they just really click yk? both of them are kinda shy but i think aka's bubbliness might actually help kasa too! im still working on dynamics with kaoaka and souaka too. as for fairytail, i still need to catch up even tho i'm on ep 130 smth i think, and my favorites are leo and hibiki! also who are your ships :eyes: ~🌹rose anon

i love knight/princess kinda ships. i'm. look i could write a whole book the trope because it makes me so soft... princes are good yeah yeah but knights. the devotion, the yearning. all the symbolism too ehehe also when one of them is more reserved and the other one is all bubbly and soft and,, yes. i love it soooo much <33 tsukasa growing from a knight to a king to protect his girl... y e s ♪(´▽｀)

ohhh yes rose nonnie. leo. leo my beloved <33 i,, love him so much, totally at the very top of my fairy tail favs. he definitely doesn't get enough screen time www i had the feeling you would like hibiki, he's sooo pretty <3

i think that my fav character right now after having watched (almost) the entire series is erza! i'm also very much in love with jellal. yeah. with both of them actually ehehe also gray!! gray fullbuster wow i feel like he opened the door to husbandos for me ehehe

now ships (*/ω＼*) ehe. you know i have aiko right. i'm kinda. like that kid that takes their dolls and pushes them together and goes "now, KISS". currently there's like 3 big ships that i switch around depending on who am i brainrotting about at the moment. so we got rei. and natsume. and izumi. oh wow nya aren't you like the most predictable person ever taking all your favs and making them smooch your oc ehehehe ╰(*°▽°*)╯i promise there is more to the three ships than "i really really love them" and i have actually thought of stuff(tm) but i feel bad for infodumping out of nowhere ;; <3

#nyaitsu asks #🌹rose anon

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starfiretheninja · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @provider-of-guardians! I have completed Lent, so now I can get around to this tag. = P

Rules: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different pieces of media, then tag 10 people.

1. S T A R F I R E from Teen Titans 2003 (this is the origin of my love for space princesses)

2. Allura from Voltron: Legendary Defender (space princess 2.0 tbh)

3. Mona Lisa/Donatello from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 (i’m cheating here shush)

4. Kiara/Nala from The Lion King/2 (they’re both beautiful and deserve recognition shh again)

5. Ariel from The Little Mermaid (love me a spunky redhead)

6. Ochako Uraraka from My Hero Academia (she’s so bubbly love her)

7. Sasha Braus from Attack on Titan (she deserves all the world’s potatoes)

8. Rosalina from Super Mario Galaxy (it took me this long to realize i love yet another space princess wow)

9. Sesshomaru from Inuyasha (look he’s one of the few characters i love who’s a total jerk at first but is really a softy and Rin is 90% the reason he’s grown on me so much, the other 10% is because he’s the OG anime husbando)

10. Makoto Tachibana (a big soft swimmer boy? sign me the heck up)

I tag whoever wants to do this! =D

#self

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sniffle-elf · 7 years ago

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Maybe I Should Have Stayed Home

Okay! Here is a thing I’ve been working on for far too long. Hectic rl stuff combined with ADHD means writing more than a sentance a day didn’t... happen lmao. But I managed to focus my brain tonight and finished it.

So here’s a new OC. His name is Liam, he’s a musician and a geek, and his husband is Big and Fussy. Liam often works when he shouldn’t, making Evan chase his scrawny ass down. This is almost 3.5K of stupid. So enjoy that! Also this is totally dedicated to @kotyonoksnz because she was so patient with me. ;;

There were a lot of adjectives that could describe Liam Cooper. Most of them were some extension of his seemingly perpetual good mood. Sunny, warm, loving, enthusiastic. But there were also the ones that were murmured in fond exasperation by his husband, when Liam would come to him in the middle of the night, waking him and asking him sheepishly where the burn cream was. Klutzy, disastrous, a tragedy sometimes. He was the type to eat half of a meal before realising something tasted off about it, and opt to finish it before going to fish the packaging out of the garbage only to discover that it had gone off two weeks ago. Evan had screamed at him over texts more than once to throw stuff in the trash. The infamous 'Can fruit be like... carbonated? This pineapple tastes fizzy!' conversation was brought up in wedding toasts. It had gotten to the point where he had told Liam that he was banned from the kitchen if there was any cooking involved unless he had supervision. And while it had been a funny joke that had made their friends laugh, there was an air of seriousness to it. More often than not, if Liam cut himself, or burned himself, or burned something else, his admission at such was answered with a, "What were you doing in the kitchen?" And while there was always a subtle cringe at being treated more or less like a child who was too young and stupid to handle something like grilling a chicken breast, he knew that the reason that Evan gave him those huffy little sighs was that he loved him. And how could you be mad at something like that?

And just like there were countless adjectives to describe Liam, there were innumerable things about him that just would never change. He would always opt for the left side of the bed because when he was a little boy, the right side of his bed had faced the closet that he was convinced housed an entire militia of soul-sucking monster creatures. So the left side was safer, always. Even at thirty-five, when he was pretty convinced that soul-sucking monster creatures didn't exist. So even now, when he was married and wise to the ways of the world, if he and Evan went somewhere and slept in a guest room or a hotel, he would make a beeline for the left side of the bed. And the best part of it all was the smug little face he'd give Evan as he stretched his long body out on the mattress. The look that said 'I won, I got the good side, so suck it husbando.'

He was always hungry, and if he didn't want to eat that was a sure sign that there was Something Wrong. The last time Liam had refused to eat, Evan had found him an hour later, sitting in the bathtub and hyperventilating through an anxiety attack that had been building up all day. And that was another thing; Liam had anxiety attacks, and that was something else that would never change. They ranged from minor episodes where his breath came in funny little gasps, and his chest got tight, to full-blown attacks that curled him into a ball and stole his breath entirely, breaking his speech into stuttered syllables and welts that came when he raked his nails over the bare skin of his arms. He didn't know when the anxiety had started, or if it had just always been a part of him, but it was there. Lingering under the surface of him, behind the sunny smiles and bubbles of laughter and genuine happiness. Just one of his little, hidden corners, he liked to say.

Another thing about Liam that would never, ever change was the fact that he was stubborn as hell when it came to his health. Always the kid who begged for a day off of school if he sniffled three times in a row, it had all changed one day in his twenties. He went from looking for any excuse to stay home and play video games to going to work with a fever of almost a hundred and three. He didn't get very far into his day before passing out behind the snack counter at the skating rink, but he still went. And after that, it just became kind of a thing. Because after he'd spread his baby bird wings and moved away from home, he realised that if he didn't go to work, he didn't get paid. And not being paid meant staying in the shithole apartment that he could barely afford anyway, living with leaks around the windows that let in cascades of water during the rainy season - pretty much the entire year in Seattle - and frigid winds, and had spots of black mould on the sills. And this was maybe why he was sick all the time in the first place. He tended to hold onto colds for an alarming amount of time, sniffling stuffily and coughing into the sleeves of oversize hoodies for a month after the symptoms had first started.

And then he'd met Evan, who was a beautiful mountain of a former linebacker who now owned a game store. And they'd dated only a few months before Liam moved out of the Hellmouth apartment and into his place. And it was a place that was always warm and homey, and not full of black mould. And even though he could suddenly afford to take a day off if he caught a stubborn cold, he still refused to stay home from work unless it was vital. He didn't work at the snack counter at the skating rink anymore, as much as his addiction to soft pretzels suffered. Instead, he had started working at Evan's store. Drexoll was a relaxed place, the sort of shop that held weekly game nights. Game nights that had zero structure, and boiled down to 'come and play games, we don't care what games, order pizza to the store if you want, no you don't have to buy anything, just come hang out'. Because of this chill atmosphere, the shop was never empty, even on a Tuesday afternoon in February when the snow was coming down so thickly it was hard to see more than five feet ahead of you.

He knew that he didn't have a cold because of the weather. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that the cosy old proverb of being out in the rain or the snow wasn't going to get you sick. But it was just so easy to blame his runny nose on that particular Tuesday on the chilly weather. It was easy to wave off Charlie, the girl who sometimes bordered on being Regina George levels of mean, when she told him that he looked like a walking garbage fire. "Just the cold weather," he said with almost too much cheer in his voice. And since he'd just started his shift at the store, he could play off the flush that had climbed his cheeks and the way he had already blown his nose about fourteen times in the half hour he'd been there. She'd lifted a pierced eyebrow, muttered something about not sniffling around the customers - as if they would decide never to shop at Drexoll again because one of the register biscuits had a runny nose - and gone back to unpacking a case of Magic The Gathering cards. Liam rolled his eyes behind his glasses (which he was wearing because he was lazy and not because he'd felt too crummy that morning to put his contacts in, thank you very much) and leaned his hip against the counter, thumbing through social media on his phone.

Meme. Meme. Update about the snow. Meme. Ooh, Emily and Harper were at Voodoo Doughnuts! Mem--

"Hih-KTSShhh'ue!"

The sneeze was sudden, and Liam barely had time to turn his head away to avoid misting the screen of his phone. His nostrils twitched with need, the second of his usual pair hovering just at the edge of his nose. He had time to react to the second, though, a few hitchy seconds where he could fit a loosely curled fist beneath his nose. "Hih-hh--! Hh-KTchhh!" It was clumsily stifled, barely suppressed, and it made his head swim for a minute. The sniffles that resulted from the sneezes were damp and frequent, and he huffed a curl that escaped the knot he'd twisted his hair into from his eyes with a long, slow breath upward.

"Just the snow, huh?" Charlie spoke up from somewhere behind Liam's left shoulder, and he rolled his eyes again, digging a tissue out of the pocket of his jeans to dab it beneath his nose. And really, that should say more than the sneezes themselves said, because Liam was not the type to carry tissues around. He was the type to sniffle against the cuff of his sleeve instead, or just sniffle, over and over again until he could find a Kleenex, or a sheet of paper towel, or whatever was at hand to deal with it. Having a pocket full of tissues meant you needed a pocket full of tissues, and that meant you were sick. And while Liam wouldn't go so far as to deny to himself that he had a cold, he would absolutely deny it to the rest of the world. And of course, Charlie noticed the tissue thing too, and knew him well enough to know it was a sign, and she had to hum an irritating "Mmhmm!" in a tone that made him huff between quiet sniffles against the tissue.

"Do me a favour Charlie, whenever you get a chance? Feast upon an entire cornucopia of dicks." He nudged his glasses up his nose, grinning at the appreciative giggle that came from the girl with bright blue hair that was hovering near the counter, clutching a stack of tabletop campaign books to her chest. Ignoring Charlie, and the middle finger she presented to him, Liam turned his attention to the customer, folding his arms and leaning against the counter so he could see her selections. They spent half an hour discussing the pros and cons of a classic Dungeons and Dragons session over something newer, like Tales From The Loop, or something fandom based. He laughed when he recounted the night he and a few friends spent hours creating characters for a Buffy game, only to have it fall through.

"I still have my character sheet for my W-Watcher..." Liam was sniffling again, with such an increasing frequency that even Blue seemed to notice. She glanced sideways at Charlie, who was still unpacking cards at a pace so leisurely it had to be on purpose. Liam ignored them both, focusing on quelling the infuriating tickle that was lingering in his sinuses like a friend prone to doorknob goodbyes. The type of person that stood at the front door, one hand on the knob, for an hour. The one who kept saying 'I should be going' and then launching into a new branch of conversation. The one that just won't go away. He rubbed the slope of his nose, just beneath the bridge of his glasses, and sniffled again against a bent knuckle. "She was totally a Mary-Sue. I think snff I wrote in that she was going to snff! sleep with Giles, or had slept with G-Giles or... shit. J-just a--hh-!" The Doorknob Goodbye tickle had decided not only to not go away, but to flare up with such sudden intensity that Liam didn't have time to do anything more than lean his hand against the counter to keep his entire lanky body from falling forward, hold up a finger to Blue, and whip his head to the side with a vicious, "hh'Ahtsch'ue!!"

"Bless y--"

"Don't bother; he's not done yet." Charlie sounded vaguely amused, standing on her stepladder to reach the top shelf behind the counter. Liam couldn't even fix her with the glare that he wanted to, since she was right. He wasn't done. He struggled to get a hand into the pocket of his torn jeans, all while his breath hitched softly as he fought to keep the sneeze at bay for one more second. Just one. more. second!

Nope.

"h'ihhTSshhhh'ue! Hh-Hk!'TSChhh!" Shit. Three. That almost never happened, he almost always sneezed in even numbers. Fits of six or eight during allergy season instead of his typical 'just because' double, but it was always even numbers. So that was weird. But at least his cold seemed satisfied with the weirdness of three, and the tickle faded back to the dull hum in the back of his sinuses that he knew would be a constant for the next week or so.

"Did you just sneeze all over my clean counter?" The deep voice was warmly amused, fond, and had no trace of the admonishment that it might have had the speaker not seen Liam sneeze all over everything when the trees started blooming. Not to mention he had married him last October. Liam had been so distracted by his own nasal prowess that he hadn't heard the doorbell chime that indicated someone new had entered the store. Evan, who was supposed to stay home that day because he had just worked nine days in a row, stood at the corner of the counter with his arms folded and that look of eye-rolling affection that Liam usually caused to creep across his face. "You messy bitch. What are you doing?"

And of course, just when Liam was about to answer his husband (and boss), Charlie had to hop down from her stool and open her own mouth, ambling over with the grace of the rodeo girl she had once been when her family had lived down South. "He's sick, and you should take him home. You should take him home because we don't need him here, getting his snotty face all over everything and sneezing in the fridge."

That blunt statement managed to startle a stuffy laugh out of Liam, and he pulled a tissue - his last tissue - from his pocket and dabbed it beneath his nose which was, admittedly, running like a cheap faucet. "Charlie. An entire cornucopia of dicks. And I'm not sick," he added, turning to look at Evan again, who had that expression of exasperation on his face again. "I'm not! It's just... it's the weather or something. Fucking me up. S'cuse me," he had to turn away, to face the wall like a punished child so he could blow softly into his crumpled tissue. It did nothing to erase the beginning of congestion that softened his words, making everything sound like it was wrapped in bubble paper. What it did do was trigger that last sneeze, the one that had confused him when he'd stopped at three. Hunching thin shoulders, he folded the tissue over his nose to catch it. "Hh'kTSchhh! Oh god, that's so much better. I felt incomplete for a minute there. What??" Upon turning around again, tissue still held in place as he tended to his forever runny nose, he found three pairs of eyes staring at him. One confused and a little concerned (Blue), one smug (Charlie), and one soft with worry. Evan reached across the counter, and Liam found himself leaning toward his touch automatically, heaving a defeated sigh when a brown wrist came into contact with his forehead. "I have a gig tonight..."

Evan sighed a perfect echo of Liam's huff, and brushed errant strands of hair from his forehead with an expert touch. "Li, you won't be able to sing if you can't breathe. And you've got a fever. The last time I let you go on stage when you were running a fever, you passed out and fell off the stage. And then we got to take a fun trip to the emergency room and spend our vacation fund on hospital bills because you busted your face open and needed stitches and a CT scan because they were afraid you'd scrambled your brains. Didn't help that you kept saying you smelled french fries..." He added, flicking the bald spot that split Liam's eyebrow, the spot that had caught the edge of the stage when he'd fallen and had split wide open. Liam flinched back and pouted, rubbing his brow with one hand.

"I did smell french fries, you dickburger. One of the nurses was eating at that big round... nurse island thing. In the middle of the ER. Whatever, the point is... ugh." He dropped his hand and slumped a little, defeat he wasn't willing to admit out loud yet making him sag like a potato sack that had lost all of its potatoes. "My friend here..." He gestured with a limp hand toward Blue, who was still standing there and jumped a little when a hand was flapped at her, "Was asking me questions about tabletop games, and I am being a good little employee and helping her out. So you can just... go away. Go be big and handsome and annoying somewhere else. I'm working." He turned back to the poor child who had been sucked right into the middle of something that she certainly hadn't anticipated when she'd approached the tired looking dude wearing the t-shirt with the dice printed on the front. And he was just about to launch back into their conversation about classic-versus-new games when dizziness filled his head, and he was forced to lean on the counter again. When Evan came around a little too quickly, and spoke his name in that worried tone that squeezed Liam's heart like a fist, he smiled weakly and held a hand up to him. "I'm fine, I'm alright. I just didn't eat breakfast this morning. I wasn't hung..ry..." Oops. That was as much an admission of his state of poor health as holding up a giant neon sign that proclaimed I'm sick and should be at home and in bed! would be.

He didn't have to see the look in Evan's coal-dark eyes, or the tightness at the corners of his mouth to know that he was displeased. The gentle hand on his back, and the murmur of, "Babe..." said more than words would. He leaned against the broad chest that made him feel small and safe, his head dipping down to drop onto Evan's shoulder.

"Alright. Okay. You win. Take me home. I'll call Roger, see if someone else can't take my slots tonight. Hey kid, Charlie here is gonna help you. She may be a total assbutt, but she knows her shit. Next time I see you in here, tell me how your campaign went. Full, gory details on how you GMed everyone into tears." He grinned, a little less sunshiney than it normally was, and looped an arm around Evan's waist with another soft sniffle. "I'm gonna let the boss bully me outta here. Lemme get my jacket, Ev? I'll meet you outsihh..." A sniffle, a rub of his nose, and he managed to stumble through what he was trying to say before ducking against Evan's shoulder like it was the thing to do. "Meetyououtside hHH!'KSCChhuh!-h'EhSCHhuh!" The sneezes were muffled against the thick knit of Evan's sweater, which made Charlie squeak in disgust and Evan to sigh softly.

"Bless you. How about I come with you to get your jacket, and also get you some more Kleenex for the ride home? Hm?" He leaned down to nuzzle Liam's temple a little and brush his lips against the warm skin there, tightening his arm around his shoulders. And Liam, who was sniffling against his wrist now, allowed himself to slump against his husband, taking the affection he was offering.

"Yeah, okay. I guess... maybe I shouldn't have come in today."

#elfy ocs #elf fic #snezfic #liam cooper #evan kaslow #charlie (kind of?)#just a whole world of characters that probably mean nothing to you #but have full backstories in my brain #i've created a monster #it's a whole universe #anyway #here's this thing #bye #OH ALSO I TOOK OUT THE HTML TAGS #i'm awesome at things

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forochel · 7 years ago

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I know this is cheating but for the 500 word questions for the Directors cut, but could I ask for your favorite scenes from "I wanna feel you from the Inside". It's one of my favorite of yours, not just because of it's filthy goodness, but because of how much Viktor worships and adores and desires and all the after care Vik gives Yuuri. It's like a really porny love letter between them and I love it so much!

(for this meme)

thank you very much for your kind words, & I feel super bad bc I wrote that months ago and don’t really remember much.

I think probably the social media bits, because it’s the first time I played with formatting and “multimedia” in that way. I liked how it allowed me to scope out from the little sex den bubble that I have them in for most of the fic. outsider pov is always fun!

Commentary under the cut:

Day 28

[Viktor’s wrapped in a wine-red scarf and has a plaid shirt on, trench coat open over it. His beard is full, the neck stubble expertly faded, and he actually looks his age for once. He’s twisted to face the photographer, a warm laugh in his eyes. A door is pushed half-open behind him; at half-height a large, fluffy poodle grins at the camera through the gap]

a) this is my #aesthetic; b) this was an excuse to describe all the fanart I wish existed; c) I had to learn about how to shave beards to write the bit of “expertly faded”. d) now that I live in Canada, I would write ‘flannel’ instead of ‘plaid shirt’.

phichit+chu さん、他901 728 人が　「いいね！」しました

… I don’t remember why I decided that viktor’s insta would be in japanese. but I do remember it was a conscious decision .

v-nikiforov can’t believe it’s been almost 30 days! I’ve really connected with my inner lumberjack, but even when the beard goes, the connection will stay. Movember isn’t just for November - you can read more about their work here.

there was a lumberjack joke – to do with a charity calendar plotbunny @alykapediaaa & I have been nursing?? I think??? also please just imagine viktor performing “Iiiiii’m a lumberjack and i’m okay!”.

also this is viktor at Peak PR. it was news to me too that Movember isn’t just for November. also I totally aped the whole “pets aren’t just for Christmas!” thing.

we’ve reached almost half a million dollars in the last 28 days. Yuuri and I are excited to make that a full million, so please contribute to medical research about cancer here if you can! thank you for your amazing support from all over the world! )))))

#day 28 #movember #yuurikatsuki #imalumberjackandimokay #moisturise #beardoil #detroitgroomingco #corktowngroomingoil

gotta slide in his husbando there. also lol look at that monty python ref! couldn’t help myself. those are actual hipster beard oil companies. the googling I did, I tell you. ….also I thought long & hard about how much would be feasible for them to have collected & co-donate. there may have been some on-the-fly mathsing.

他のコメントを表示：aleksandrovechkinofficial wow!!!is good playoff beard!! you are a real #icedaddy now хахахаха have donated my friend )))

my pet headcanon up until ovie did that whole shitty supporters of putin club thing was that he and viktor were total bros. but, you know, fu ovie. otoh i think the ice daddy thing is hilarious and so does fictional ovie.

bearded_willows what kind of moisturiser do you use, man, asking for a friend.

really, insta user bearded_willows, ‘for a f riend’???

christophe-gc ah, but who will miss it more? ;)))v-nikiforovСпасибо @aleksandrovechkinofficial! @christophe-gc yuuri says “ CHRIS!!!!!!!!!! (〃ﾟдﾟ〃)”

i like to think that yuuri still has no insta presence and viktor is his personal social media secretary.

veni.vedi.victuuri paging @catskins, i need CPR

i’m very proud of “veni.vedi.victuuri”!!! and that was my brief little play on the recent fic tropes with fandom metacommentary! it was fun!

thank you!

#replies #meme #my fic #enter21

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argetcross · 8 years ago

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Lon’qu for the Ask Meme

Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

As asked for by @cupricsulphate, I split the answer between Lon’qu and Say’ri because, for some reason, I found it necessary to write several thousand words on these subjects? So without further ado, the ultimate husbando, as she puts it.

1. Competitive and Aggressive

Lon’qu is someone who is easily goaded and, whether he realizes it or not, works best with some opposition driving him. He has a very aggressive personality without being dominating, which is a funny way of putting it, but absolutely crucial. He is mostly interest in control over himself rather than influencing others. For an equally driven comrade or lover, the habit becomes endearing over time.

To him, talk isn’t the point and he builds relationships faster through sparring and building trust during war than most leisure pleasantries (peaceful bug gathering operations might be an exception). Lon’qu is someone who expresses himself best through action and therefore experiences the most doubt and insecurity when there is nothing he can do to be constructive.

2. The Sword Arts

I wrote something about this a while ago but I wanted to re-iterate: the sword is a weapon for the noble classes. It's expensive, hard to master, its destructive power seemingly less than an axe or a mace, but it carries so much weight in it. It is the weapon of kings, a symbol of honor, often the gift from gods. Why would a poor Chon'sin immigrant pick up the sword over anything else? Because learning the sword is more than just learning how to kill for Lon'qu, but learning how to kill honorably and not like a brigand or bandit.

When I write Lon'qu, I try to take care as to where in his timeline he is. It's too easy to fall into the trap of Lon'qu being this peerless perfect swordmaster from the beginning. For me, up until perhaps the middle of the Valm arc, Lon'qu is an unpolished swordsman. He is young and talented, with an insane complex driving his rapid progress, but he is still impatient, hasty, and way too cocky. In Regna Ferox, he almost certainly had begun to stagnate even if he hadn't realized it quite yet.

His defeat at the hands of Lucina and his entrance in the Shepherds is perhaps the second largest turning point of his life, the first being Ke'ri. Lucina defeats him fair and square in Regna Ferox because he lacks responsibility and desperation outside of personal conceit driving him. It's not until Lon'qu forms relationships with the Shepherds and learns more outside his Regna Ferox training bubble does he blossom as a swordsman of unparalleled ability. Half of swordplay is a certain mental ability and perception to creatively and aggressively execute your techniques to victory.

Older Lon'qu, post-Grima, is fun to write as well because in some way, his love for the sword becomes purer. He survives world ending wars and certainly becomes in one sense, an expert with the blade. Yet that kind of plateau instead of making him frustrated or senseless in his violence does the opposite and opens him up to more possibilities in his life. Basilio was not just making fun of him when he proposed the possibility of khanship as Lon'qu grows into leadership.

(Also a thing I would like to point out is that sword arts is not something that can be pursued in solitary. Lon'qu's rivals and challengers are key relationships for him, even when he finds them annoying, cough, Gregor, Sully, I could keep going- the point is he really can't avoid people because his passion by its nature requires others.)

3. Meritocracy and the Immigrant Dream

He lives, breathes, and believes in this. I always try to write him with the insecurity and tension of an immigrant who was worth less than dirt in his home country. He comes from a rigid class structure in Chon'sin to Regna Ferox where as long as you can be trained as a warrior, you can rise in society. In consequence, he holds everyone else to that standard as well. He adopts so many Feroxi customs both as assimilation and also because he needs that society in order to become worth something. Talk, posture, class, all of that means nothing if you can't demonstrate your capability right here, right now. Once you do, however, he will respect you - even if you can't tell because he might never tell you so! This applies to things outside of swordplay as well - while the sword arts is his entire world, he thinks highly of competency in other utilitarian aspects. This also feeds into his relentless drive to improve and his true individualist personality.

4. Trauma and Sexism

Lon’qu’s big phobia of women is something he is totally aware of. He knows he's a sexist dick at times. I think this is a big one for me. He's totally aware that his fear of women makes him crass, ungrateful, and an overall sniveling coward. Being rude and mean is too easy, like a scared animal lashing out. It pains him, not because he cares about being polite, but because he knows he legitimately has a problem that interferes with normal life. His heart rate skyrockets, his brain launches him right to the day Ke'ri dies, he disassociates, and lashes out. He absorbed sexist rhetoric as a way to rationalize and deal with his trauma and subsequent fear retroactively, rather than the sexist rhetoric being a creed he believed in first. This doesn't mean he's waiting to be saved from his fear, make no mistake, a writer should hold him accountable for what he says and the way he worsens his own trauma into a complex through self-imposed avoidance of the problem. None of this goes away just because he falls in love or he saves a girl or two. But this leads into the last point which is-

5. Self Actualization

Lon'qu is always looking to improve himself. This accumulates underneath the label of wanting to be "stronger" but we all know strength doesn't just mean getting better at killing people. He is still human and still craves approval, intimacy, and respect. These are all supported by canon, by his desire to impress Basilio, Gregor, to his active search to Tharja as a roundabout way to 'deal' with his trauma to any romantic relationship he might pursue. He is unflinchingly self critical and, bolstered by a competitive spirit, works extremely hard to be an untouchable warrior, a mentally stronger man, and a better role model for his children. A Lon'qu who isn't trying to move forward, fighting for every step, even at his lowest, is a Lon'qu who has finally succumbed to death. He doesn't have time to waste by being half-assed. So even though it means sloughing through his panic and fighting his own fears every step of the way, he can drag himself into a healthy relationship over a very, very long period of acclimatization.

#lon'qu #fe13 #cupricsulphate #ask meme #character meme #I don't know if these are the most succinct 5 but these were the first few i thought of #if we want to simplify it further #you have unbelievable ambition and hunger for a happy life on one hand #and withdrawn extreme trauma and anxiety on the other #I guess mixed with MORE SWORD #to me Lon'qu is a character who unexpectedly becomes #very close to his children #and mellows out incredibly in old age #romantic intimacy is one hundred percent wide eyed awe and fear #but over time it all gets better slowly #except for the falling in love part #that wasn't slow and it definitely terrified the living shit out of him at first

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review-anon · 25 days ago

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Who here knows who Ryohei is? Does anyone else hate him as much as RA does?--Timeline Anon

Some of us do. He's the Ultimate Police Officer from Danganronpa The After.

Learning the fact he's the reason I died hasn't pleased me in the slightest.

But while I don't like the guy, when compared to Review Anon...yeah no way do I hate him that much.

How much does Review Anon hate Ryohei again?

As much as Bubbles hates me and as much as Creeper and Carol hate Nikei.

Which is a LOT.

Yeah I happened to pass by her office when she was ranting about Ryohei and let's just say her revenge scheme is too much even for me to handle.

Well while I cannot say a lot about Ryohei I do like Dave.

After all, he's the reason I'm even alive as if Review Anon's theories on how Chapter 4 was meant to go, I would have died.

#danganronpa #dr #kana's christmas adventure #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #v3 #shuichi saihara #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #sora #nikei yomiuri #totally bubble's husbando #when you freak out the mass revenge planner #that's when you know you gone too far #and i think if the after characters could be here #everyone would feel sorry for ryohei #as he would not get any mercy

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review-anon · 6 days ago

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I know little red is still around, maybe you guys could find and ask her? I am sure that red hooded mercenary would help out, or at least try. - Abno anon

That's all well and good but we don't even know where she even is!

Wait is that a woman in a red cloak and hood?

HHEEYYYYYY WOMAN IN RED CLOAK OVER HERE!

*The woman clearly heard them and came over*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: What's with all the screaming over here?

Hey you can kill shit right? Well there's something we really need fucking dead right now.

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: As long as you pay me good, I will kill this thing you request, what is it?

Well Sonia and Fuyuhiko you guys are wealthy so you can bill the cost, right?

Indeed, there is a vile monster born from a foul liquid in that room and its harming two people now, its immune to most normal weapons that's why we cannot go in there...can you kill it?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: Oh so its one of THOSE creatures isn't it? Annoying bastards...but I will be sure to put them to rest.

*Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary swings the door wide open and with a yell of "Eat lead bitches" fires her machine gun with reckless abandon into the room*

ARGGGHHH!!! Who's shooting like a madman in here?

I-I don't have nine lives here!

*The more slowly grow inhuman fake David looks down to see his body is ridden with bullet holes* Well that was just rude. *The holes immediately close up*

Oh lookie here its one of those freaks running around, and who are you supposed to be? Some edgy Little Red Riding Hood?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: You have a healing factor...like HE does...

Ooooo are you referring to your furry friend; the Big Bad Wolf?

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Her one eye starts to glow yellow* What did you just say?

You know...I always found it silly humans feared wolves so much, sure a pack is dangerous but the one in the fairytale is a lone wolf, which doesn't exist in nature.

A wolf that cannot work with others is worthless...and no wonder they die so easily...no if you want to strike fear into humans...you need to take on another apex predator, one that doesn't fear anything...one that can hold a grudge and chases you to the end of the earth....

What I am trying to say is you should fear the TRUE king of the Jungle...the Tiger...

*The Fake David starts to bubble and melt as the humanoid body starts to morph into something...inhuman...more animalistic...and much much bigger...*

No.....

What's going on Nico? Do you know what is happening?

....That monster in the Medical Bay, it got that form from feeding off Kyoji's negative emotions...and yet we have another monster but nobody who's bad thoughts have been fed on...

Or at least I thought...but there is ONE other person who has been infected with Void Juice for a long time...enough for a form to be forged from it...

However...I cannot say this person is actually a human.

N-Nico? Are you saying that this other form came from-?

*Eventually the creature shaped into a more animal like shape, one that is very familar as it looks like a fully grown Sumerian Tiger, abet one with very pale fur however there is some very off features to it. Firstly the stripes on its body are actually dark purple inky tentacles that are fully capable to being used as ones, its mouth is impossibly wide and the ink is massively conocreated around the eyes which are now a piercing yellow colour, and lastly its much much larger then a normal tiger being more akin to the size of a bear*

Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary: *Loads up the shotgun* Well aren't you going be nice to look at as a display when I cut off your head?

T-This...cannot be...is this monster based off Sawa's own inner demons and regrets?

...I'm afraid so.

*The Tiger Monster chuckled loudly and lunged at Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary while she is firing bullets into it...and them not having any effect on her*

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