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a wee dormouse perkins for @aranov!
#em draws stuff#em is posting about sharpe#sharpe#ben perkins#sharpe's rodents#<- tag for when I do things like this henceforth#I have had an amusing few days of having the cutest possible dormouse photo open on my computer#and then merrily saying 'I'm sending him off to die in the wars!' whenever someone asks about the sweet cozy little critter#this was not the original plan for this concept but ever since drawing the part of this with hagman holding him#I have been rotating a very silly au where instead of having perkins they just have. A mouse they found in someone's forage cap one time#whether or not that tale would end with him getting to be A Real Boy is currently a mystery <- I do not intend to write it but We'll See#stranger things have happened in my sharpe fic document to be sure
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i can't really add much that anyone hasn't said and covered really well ( and i'm glad that this is being spoken about again; this conversation is extremely important ), but i'm definitely in the boat of needing to send more asks in general lately as well. rectifying that is what i'll definitely be doing here and is the game plan moving forward! my mutuals far and wide are extensively talented, especially in the realm of oc's and fan-content, so the least i can do is boost that and make their work be seen.
#it's not like i don't said Any because i have sent plenty recently but i like for sure could be sending more out#so i think henceforth that's what i'll do!#pan brought up a really good point about how we trick ourselves into not sending stuff bc we're convinced we're annoying / bothering them#and like i think that's definitely a key player thats shooting interactions in the foot... i can't find the post i made about oc's way back#when the subject first came to light but pluto put it a lot better words with#said re: oc's just need way more engagement in general. it's not enough just to say promo them. you need to give them as much attention#you would give anyone else. they end up getting the short end of the stick a lot of the times and it isn't really fair#anyway my tl;dr here is i definitely want to make sure people like. are getting as much as theyre giving you know?#ooc.#dash comm.#and just in general we really need to just get back into the habit of like... boomeranging memes off of each other; you know sending each#other asks and hyping each other up and things like that. that's why we reblog these memes; not to get them flowing on the dash solely#for others to reblog#and like i can say these statements but they dont mean much until i put them into practice you know?#anyway i ended up rambling in the tag but... tl;dr yes big agree and ill definitely be tossing myself into inboxes more lately
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18+ | nsfw | mdni
peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x fem!district!reader
word count 1,341
cw semi public sex (in the meadow), fingering (female receiving), reach around position, praise, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, not proofreadbased on this ask.
When you first laid eyes on District 12’s newest peacekeeper, you were hopelessly head over heels for the boy with the blonde buzzcut. When you got to talking at the hob, he was vague about his past and his story on how he became a peacekeeper; something about… cheating? You weren’t too sure on what he was getting at, but with those pretty blue eyes and tall stature, vagueness didn’t cross your mind as a red flag.
And when you took him back to your home later that night, shirtless with his dog tags hanging over your face, he fucked you so hard and good you walked with a limp for the entirety of the next day.
Henceforth, meeting up with Coriolanus had become a regular thing in your schedules.
You told him to meet you in the meadow around mid-afternoon. The weather was supposed to be somewhat beautiful around that time, a brief respite from the horrendously, oppressive hot weather that had been plaguing District 12 for months. You arose from your place under the tree and smiled with joy at the sight of Coriolanus making his strides towards you, and before you knew it, you had your tongue shoved down his throat like your life depended on it.
One thing about Coriolanus was that he was borderline obsessed with your pretty little cunt and the way you got so, so wet for him without him having to do much of anything. There, on the soft ground of the meadow, he once again had you in his grasp with you sitting between his legs, back pressed against his chest, and his hand wrapped around your body playing with your pussy.
You were unbelievably wet – that was evident in the loud schlick, schlick, schlick noises that emitted from between your legs as Coriolanus pumped his two middle fingers in and out of your hole. You had to admit it was a bit embarrassing how wet you got, but all that mattered was that Coriolanus loved it. Seriously, that boy could play with your dripping juices for hours if you’d let him.
You reached an arm to hook around Coriolanus’s, panting and whimpering against the skin of his cheek as he unapologetically pleased you, relishing in the pretty little noises that escaped your lips.
“Fuck, your fingers feel so good,” you mewled, tilting your hips more into his touch. Occasionally, he would withdraw his fingers to play with your clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub that always made you cry out with pleasure.
Coriolanus didn’t take his eyes away from his fingers on your pussy. “Such a good girl, getting all wet for me,” he purred, gathering a generous amount of your drooling arousal to watch how it glistened on his fingers in the afternoon sun. “Your pussy is soaked, baby. Look at that,”
You whined at the feeling of him not touching you, your cheeks flushed at the sight of your arousal. The way he teased you about being easy to arouse never failed to humble you. You watched as he rubbed your slick juices all over your folds in some attempt to humiliate you.
“I can’t help it,” you choke out. “You just make me so wet, Coryo,”
Coriolanus planted a few kisses on your neck as his fingers re-entered your warm cunt, continuing his ministrations that made you feel so fucking good. It was almost pathetic how close you were to already coming, and Coriolanus could feel in the way your walls contracted around his fingers.
“I’m coming,” you moaned, your hips ever so slightly lifting off the ground. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming!” And with a string of pleasurable cries, your first orgasm rocked your entire body as your legs trembled and your hips rocked back and forth to ride out your pleasure.
But Coriolanus didn’t stop fingering you, oh no. He kept going despite your protests, despite your sensitivity. He wanted to push you, to see how far he could take you with just his fingers.
“No, no Coryo, s-so sensitive,” you whimpered as his fingers continued their assault on your overstimulated cunt.
Coriolanus just kissed your cheek. “You’re gonna come for me again,” he murmured in your ear. “You’re gonna come all over my fingers, baby. Again, and again, and again, until I’m satisfied, and until you’re nothing but a dumb, bumbling little slut. Got it?”
And so he does. He made you come a second, third, and fourth time until the only noises you managed to make were low, incoherent groans as your pussy endured the ongoing ministrations from Coriolanus’s fingers. Each time you came, it felt as if your brain was turning more and more into mushy peas, completely succumbing to Coriolanus’s power that he held over you.
You could feel his hard erection pressing against your back through the clothing of his pants, and you knew you weren’t going to be let off easily. He still had to get himself off, and how exactly was he going to do that? With his hand? Not when he had a perfectly good pussy sitting right in front of him.
You let out a squeak of surprise as Coriolanus pushed you back onto the ground of the meadow, watching through half-lidded eyes as he quickly undid his pants to free his rock-hard, throbbing cock.
“I need to fuck you,” he panted as he teased your folds with the head of his cock. “Need to fill up this pretty little pussy of yours,”
Because of how wet you were, Coriolanus slid his cock inside you with zero problems, eliciting a gasp from your throat. You gripped at the grass beneath you as you gritted your teeth through Coriolanus’s punishing thrusts, looking up at him with your pretty, glistening eyes as the overstimulation threatened tears to spill down your cheeks,
“Fuck, oh fuck, s’good, so fucking big,” you cried, your eyes flicking in between Coriolanus’s face and the sight of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy. “So fucking deep inside me. Can’t take it. It feels so fucking good,”
Coriolanus watched with a sick satisfaction as tiny drops of tears exited from the outer corner of your eyes. “Don’t start crying on me now, you’ll make me come,” he purred, pressing kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. “Take my cock, darling. Take it. Fuck, this pussy is so good,”
You desperately grabbed at his shirt and dog tags as Coriolanus continued to fuck you senseless into the meadow, his grunts mixing with your cries and whimpers as the birds began to sing around you. You were undeniably fucked and blissed out, and all you wanted was to have Coriolanus’s seed deep inside you.
Coriolanus tried to kiss you, but your lips were unable to coordinate to fully connect the kiss, as you continued to moan and cry at how good Coriolanus was fucking you. You were so close to your fifth orgasm, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, ready to release.
“Come inside me,” you mumbled, your voice cracking and squeaking. “Want to feel your cum,”
“That’s right, baby,” Coriolanus grunted. “Gonna fucking breed this pussy so good. Ah, fuck, gonna fill you up with my load,”
As your cunt contracted around Coriolanus’s throbbing dick with your fifth orgasm, your eyes rolled back into your head at the warm feeling of his spunk shooting deep inside your womb. You swore you could see stars floating in front of your vision, fearing that you might pass out right then and there.
You managed to remain conscious as Coriolanus pressed soft, gentle kisses on your jaw, cheek, and lips, holding your face so lovingly within his hands.
“Wish I could stay longer,” he said, looking into your eyes. “I have to get back. They’re probably wondering where I am,”
You stared up at him, panting and smiling. “It’s okay love,” you responded, gently caressing his cheek. “As long as I get to see you again,”
“Oh you know I’ll see you again, my dove,”
tagging @coryosgirl222 | don't be shy, let's talk. ♡
#im so sorry if this is mid#but i simultaneously think this is so hot LMFAO#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus now smut#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#darbyrowe.doc#asks open#ask me anything
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wip snip 4.2
thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀
in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).
“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”
“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”
“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.
“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”
“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.
Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.
“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”
“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.
“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”
He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”
“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.
“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”
“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.
“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”
Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”
“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”
Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?
“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”
That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.
He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.
Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”
tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!
#wip snip#drarry#drarry wip#drarry fic#time travel fic#so the working title of this (subject to change ofc though i like to have titles set early) is the star splitter#which is about a guy who burns his pastoral farmer life down to get a telescope to figure out his 'place among the infinities'#it's probably my second favorite frost poem tbh#draco burning his life down to rethread the universe for young harry seems very appropriate to me#anyway#i'm going to have to pause this fic somewhat soon to work on a fest fic#trying to get as much done as i possibly can because i love it so much already !!!
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I just can't
So leftist want all Jews dead because they label them as white (most of them) and quite a few people on the right actually think Jews are controlling the world and want them dead.
I don't fucking understand this. I really don't I do not get the "Jews are actually destroying the world and are puppeteering in the shadows" mentality. the same as I don't understand the History illiterate people who think Jewish people are not native to the Israel.
No really prove it. You can't. OH WOW some people in positions of power around the world HAPPEN to be Jewish. Ok......so what? What's your point. That's the same mentality of, "Some black people commit crime, therefore they must ALL commit crime." And yes it is exactly the same. And yes I see you leftists. You think Jewish people are all just these white landlords who are trying to take away poor "poc" peoples homes. Sorry shithead. No. Palestinians are not defendant of Philistines. WE KNOW they aren't. AND even if they were. Jews lived in that region even before they did.
I do not get this Leftists and Far Right hate of Jews. I really don't. It makes zero sense. I'm in servers in discord that talk about things like DEI, and current day issues and when I get in VC, or listen to certain people talk or hint, they are all trying to say that "The issue is Jews". HOW EXACTLY!?!? WEF is not headed by some "Jewish Cabal". There's no "conspiracy" where all Jews just have this INSTALLED SOFTWARE where they are like, "Ya know, I want to destroy every country, I want to rule from the shadows, and I just love flooding nations with those not of their ethnic groups".
WTF. No really WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK! I can't get away from this shit. It's insane to me that leftists and far right all seem to believe the most insane conspiracies about Jewish people and I legit DO NOT understand. Dear Far Right, the idea that "A few Jewish people are in positions of power and doing stupid things. Therefore all Jews are the problem" is quite literally no different AT ALL than the Leftist view of, "White people have owned slaves period, they will never be able to repent. Henceforth are all evil." IT'S THE SAME FUCKING MINDSET!
And Leftists. LEARN ACTUAL FUCKING HISTORY. And maybe stop viewing all groups you hate as "White" or "White adjacent". Stop viewing Jewish people through the lense of "Landowners" and "Rich people". You are literally participating in the same Nazi rhetoric Hitler did. You are no better than the far right.
What the fuck is wrong with the world. What? The Bible called Jews god's chosen and now the whole world just wants to just delete them? I'm not even religious but fucking hell. What the FUCK.
Mutuals. Follows. Please if you know anything I ask you weigh in on this. If I tag you don't feel obligated to respond. I'd just like your opinion on this. Because I respect your opinions.
@nerdylilpeebee @gsirvitor @siryouarebeingmocked @generallemarc
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After reading the tags on your latest post I was wondering if it would be possible for you to make a brief overview of the iffy tropes/details your sensitivity reader helped you pick up on? Of course it wouldn't replace doing research ourselves, but I'd love to hear about it regardless!
Have not run it by them yet because it is in no fit state for human consumption at this point; the tropes are just from reading their blog + others on Tumblr + general Internet research including the excellent "blind people walk you through normal activities from their perspective" videos on YouTube. But off the top of my head:
Face touching. Where the blind person gropes someone's face to see? Sighted people made that up. I rewrote a chapter in Towards the Sun when I realized that one. Which makes sense, because why would a blind person be any more inclined to run their hands all up in your facial juices. Eww.
Negating blindness with magic and pretty much ignoring the blindness henceforth. Which is why Zuko isn't going to learn to see with firebending. There are very interesting discussions on how Toph herself fits and doesn't fit into this trope; finding them is left as an exercise for the reader.
Token blind character, AKA only having one blind person in the narrative who represents All Blind People. Going to have a few blind NPCs running around, with various levels of sight and accommodations, to thoroughly negate this one.
Being Depressed and/or Overly Inspirational about the blindness. AKA character devotes a large chunk of the story to bemoaning their blindness, with bonus inspirational "overcoming" at the end. Think about how it would feel if the majority of characters like you spent vast word counts hating the thing that makes them like you. And then solving it, in a way you can't, so they don't have to have the tragic fate of Being Like You. ...So Zuko is not getting cured, and he's also not wasting much time wallowing in an angst puddle.
Etc.
Basically, I want this to be a story that low vision folks can read and go "that was fun and less offensive than 70% of actual media representations", and sighted people can go "that was fun and hopefully I internalized some positive things that will make me less likely to grab a blind person's arm and forcibly Help Them Cross The Road, Try To Pet Their Dog (and Get Huffy When Asked to Please Not), or Call People Out On Not Being Blind Because They Don't Fit The Stereotypes".
#I am never going to claim to be an expert on this topic#but I'm pretty sure I can do it better than 70% of writers actually getting paid to write a blind character#which says less about my research skills and more about how media favors sighted-friendly interpretations of blindness#worst story I've come across is the blind actor who didn't get a role playing a blind person#because they came off as too competent at navigating the set#surely no sighted person would believe that this actor was actually blind!#...yep#avatar the last airbender#atla#blind Zuko#no specification necessary Toph#actual low vision folks please feel free to correct anything in this post#or my stories in general#it was reader feedback that got me to fix that Towards the Sun chapter#and it is a far better chapter for it
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Can you write Yan Phantom troupe + reader hwr Sleeping Arrangements
I liked your post so much💓
ohhh sure thing, i’m glad you enjoyed the genshin variation!! i think it’d make for an easier read if i refer to HWR reader as her ‘canon’ name (aka what i call her in my head), so i’ll start doing that henceforth for posts like this . do i start an anastasia x reader tag... omg... what a blessed development .
Anastasia (aka HWR Reader)
Due to the physical demands of her work, Anastasia highly prioritizes keeping her body in the best condition. This causes her to go to bed and wake up early. While she has no problem with you sleeping in, she'd prefer you don't stay up too late, since she believes it’d be detrimental to your health. She never knows when she might need to go days without a wink of sleep so she tries to be prepared. You're welcome to scuttle about your shared bedroom if you feel especially fidgety, but the moment your hand grazes the doorknob, she's awake and gently asking if everything's alright. Should you say you want water or whatever, she'll go and get it for you. Anastasia tends to keep to her side of the bed when you do finally lay down — she wants to give you space so that your sleep isn't disturbed. In rare moments of indulgence, she'll let her hand ghost over yours, smiling softly to herself upon reaffirming that you're still here with her.
Chrollo
You'll start weighing the merits of becoming an insomniac when faced with the trials sleeping next to Chrollo entails. It's like a switch inside him flips from annoying to extra annoying come nightfall. The bastard knows your poor amygdala is extra vulnerable to emotional exploits when tired, so right when you tuck yourself in and get cozy, he’ll start asking about your greatest regrets in life or whatever. He won’t leave you alone until you give him a satisfactory answer too. He could make do on next to no sleep just fine, but ever since he’s brought you into his life, he’s felt the urge to lay down at night whenever you do. There’s this intimacy to the simple act that he finds addicting. This paired with the fact your emotional walls are lowered at night makes him quite the happy camper. If you’ve been extra difficult lately, he won’t let you even get close to the bed until you give him a ‘goodnight kiss’. He finds the bastardization of such an innocent gesture delightful. In essence, nighttime when you’re involved becomes his favorite, whereas you view it with existential dread.
Feitan
It’s a bit of a coin toss if you’ll see Feitan any night. When the moon is high in the sky, he likes to get to ‘work’, aka inflicting unspeakable horrors on whatever poor soul he needs something out of. Those nights where the screams extend for hours until their vocal cords are too scratchy to cry out anymore are the worst. If you’ve really been behaving lately, he’ll consider giving you noise-canceling headphones. So long as you ask sweetly. His sleep schedule is pretty erratic due to growing up in an environment where it was necessary to sleep in shifts for survival’s sake, something that’s carried over to his adulthood. Most of the time, you can expect to go to bed alone. While you’re snoozing soundly, he might creep into your room. He’ll run his bloodied knuckles over your cheek and muse to himself how vulnerable a position you’re in before a depraved man like himself. Watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest is an excellent way to come down from the high he receives from inflicting pain on others. For some, it’s bird watching or listening to the rain, for him, it’s staring unblinkingly at his beloved who wants nothing to do with him. Different strokes for different folks.
Machi
Machi isn’t thrilled with the thought of falling asleep around you. In her mind, the likelihood of you pulling something stupid increases tenfold. Despite her harsh outer demeanor, she doesn’t actually derive pleasure from punishing you. Her goal here is to make you like her (though she’d rather die than admit this), so any scenarios counterproductive to that are actively avoided. She’ll tell you point-blank not to try anything if she senses even the slightest shift in your attitude. As for cuddling, she secretly longs for it, but will never act on the desire. You’ll have to be the one to initiate. And even then, her body goes so tense that you worry you’ve done something wrong. She won’t verbally confirm or deny should you voice this question aloud. However, the fact she doesn’t shove you away is all the evidence you need. Her heart, which doesn’t even skip a beat when faced with imminent death, races madly whenever you do this. For your own safety, it’s recommended you don’t point the detail out.
Pakunoda
Pakunoda makes going to sleep an event. She runs you both a bath infused with essential oils, gives you a facial, and shares other elements of her specialized skincare routine. The cocoa butter lotion she insists you put on your legs after your nightly bath smells like the most heavenly concoction. You wear matching satin nightclothes to a bed that she purchased with you specifically in mind. Pakunoda enjoys it when you lay your head against her chest, but when you both start to doze off, she’ll gently move you into a more comfortable position so you don’t get a kink in your neck. It’d be in your best interest to never protest against her insistence on following this routine — there’s no faster route to earning her admonition. She would’ve done anything for this luxury that she’s sharing with you growing up, and if she feels you’re being ungrateful, she won’t hesitate to humble you. Expressing your gratitude is the best way to avoid this, even if said gratitude isn’t genuine. She’ll smile and pat you on the head for the wise choice.
Phinks
The decibel level of this man’s snores... god rest your soul. He’s handsy and all up in your personal space almost every single night. Phinks doesn’t even bother trying to be sly about it too, he just pulls you right up against him the second you lay down. His favorite spot to put his hands is in between your thighs. He will find a way to make this happen no matter the position. If you thought you might luck out by having his grip on you relax when he falls asleep, you’d be dead wrong. A straightjacket would allow for more wiggle room than him. You can choose to sleep whenever, but getting up for the day is another beast entirely. He just adores the sensation of skin-to-skin contact so much that he doesn’t want to give you up until he has to. It might be a good idea to keep some snacks within arm’s reach for this reason.
Shalnark
Shalnark thinks you’re the cutest thing ever when you’re asleep! That’s why he has hundreds of pictures and videos of you dozing off, some dated way before you were even kidnapped. It’s an instant boost to his mood whenever he scrolls through this particular gallery. He insists that you must wear fluffy pajamas if you want to go to bed because he finds it adorable. He tends to stay up way later than you, either using his phone on max brightness or typing away on his laptop. You have zero idea how he always has so much energy when you guess he gets anywhere from three to four hours of sleep a night. It’s a mystery. And yes, if he finds a particularly funny image or video, he will wake you up for the sole purpose of sharing it with you. He has drawn on your face at night a few times too for fun. Normally cringey stuff like ‘if lost, return to Shalnark’ or a couple of hearts. He’s beyond annoying.
#chrollo x reader#feitan x reader#machi x reader#pakunoda x reader#phinks x reader#shalnark x reader#yandere chrollo x reader#yandere feitan x reader#yandere machi x reader#yandere pakunoda x reader#yandere shalnark x reader#yandere phinks x reader#hxh x reader#yandere hxh x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#phantom troupe x reader#my stuff#answered#Anonymous
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I lost my cool and legit yelled at a customer today, for the first time in maybe ever (been in retail 6.5 years now). And I’m not even gonna get in trouble because my manager’s amazing.
So first some background: five months ago, corporate took out 6/8 of our registers and gave us 4 self-checkouts (henceforth abbreviated to SCO), leaving us with only two real registers. Also, today I had about five full carriages worth of clearance to put price stickers on as a side task.
So this lady comes up with her kid (kid never said a word, I pass no judgement on her) and says “what, are there no registers open?” but dripping with attitude, a running theme throughout everything she says to me. I’m busy with the clearance, so trying to gently direct people to use SCO so I can keep working on that, so I say “if you’re using SCO, there are four” because no one else was up front. She’s like “where’s the SCO?” and I say “the big white things” and point to the one directly in front of her. Then it’s “I didn’t know you had SCO” “that’s why we’ve got the signs up there” and point to the signs above her head.
And now I guess I’ve pissed her off for not apologizing because she can’t be bothered to use her eyes and brain together. She starts telling me I have a DiSgUsTiNg attitude, and that I seem miserable. Which is when I start yelling, that I AM miserable because I’m SICK. (I always wear a fabric mask at work, but I double-masked today, wearing a medical-grade one under the fabric mask.)
So then she starts going on about how I should be home if I’m sick, and I tell her I have been all week but no one could cover this shift for me (I’m also mostly better now, just occasionally coughing up the leftover junk in my lungs). And she doesn’t wanna hear it, because god forbid I be an actual person and not a retail robot.
(I don’t do well with confrontation, so by this point I’m physically shaking.)
So then she wants a manager. So on the walkie talkie I’m like “[Store Leader] I need you at the front Right Now”. She’s great, all the managers are great, so she hurries up front and takes over. The lady’s now saying she has cash and can’t use the SCO (never mentioning cash before that). So S takes her on a real register while I keep tagging the clearance. And the lady’s telling her my attitude was DiSgUsTiNg, like actually emphasizing it in a way even S was making fun of after. And saying her daughter shouldn’t have to see that on her birthday. (My brain when I heard that: Bitch, you’re the one who STARTED all this by being a cunt for no fucking reason).
But so S finishes up and gets her out, and by then two other managers, L and B, had come up to see what was happening, because they’d heard my yelling and my plea for S to come up right away. As S was ringing the lady up, she asked for my name, which S did give her, but when she and I were telling L and B about what had happened, S said “yeah if she complains to the district manager it’s whatever, he always checks with me about employee complaints”. And S straight up said that if he does call to check about a complaint, she’ll say “oh that’s so weird, OP’s one of my friendliest cashiers [true, my name literally means happy and I am quite the embodiment of it], I can’t imagine she’d do something like that”.
I very much do not recommend trying this course of action, but damn does it feel amazing to be so well backed up by my managers ❤️
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WIP Wednesday but on Thursday!!
(I swear one of these days I'm gonna get to this on the actual day...)
Tagged by @outcastpack and @transdunbar
Excerpt from the Tough Like Dandelions sequel (which already has like 50K written, thanks to Jay), henceforth it shall be known as:
Love Like Hellebores
"Go!" he snarled, lashing a clawed hand out at the air, letting his eyes flare as the coyote slammed itself forward. “Go to Scott or Derek or whoever, I don't care. Just leave.” His fangs dropped, slurring his words together, and he knew the full beta shift had bubbled up beneath his skin and boiled over when he felt his ears get caught in his hair. “Scram, kid. Get the fuck out of here."
The weird dualism of the animals scared most people, and Alec's wolf was no exception, despite the weeks spent together. He stalked forward, letting the two animals in him bleed out, forcing the kid back towards the door.
Alec’s eyes were wide and fear wild as he stared up at him. The shake of the kid’s hands almost broke him. The wolf hated this plan, pushing out their pack, but he had to. He was just…done, but Alec, he needed someone, he needed something else to rely on, something that wasn’t a broken, mangled fuck-up of a science experiment.
"Wha… Where is this coming from?" he asked, voice trembling as much as his hands.
"Does it matter? I'm telling you to leave!" Theo stepped forward again, shoulders up and back, looking every bit the beast he felt like as he stared down the young wolf.
But the aggression didn’t cow the kid like he expected. Rather, the confused scrunch of his face settled into something stronger, stiffer, and he stretched up taller. "Yeah, it does, because you're not making sense."
"I never do," he huffed, deliberately parroting what the kid had said earlier that night.
"That's different. That's about your weird food choi-” Alec cut himself off, a snarl taking over his face, eyes flaring along with it. “Don't deflect, asshole! Tell me what the hell is going on."
And there it was, the reason he liked the kid. He was so similar to the only other person Theo had ever let himself care about. That temper, that need to know and protect, to be good and do good just because. Fuck. He rubbed at his scar before realizing his hand had moved at all. A harsh snarl, directed at himself more than anything, filled the suddenly too quiet apartment.
His eyes, no longer flared, found Alec's. His chest clenched at the tears rimming his eyes, the tears and pain he put there. Again, he was trying to do the right thing, and it was just hurting the people around him, the only thing he was ever really good at, honestly.
"Just go, Alec," he sighed, anger shriveling up, his tone implying a please he never wanted it to. "Go. Find one of the others. I'm sure they're all dying,” the sad acidity creeping back into his voice for that one word, “to get hold of their newest puppy.”
TAGGING; ignore as desired bc I know I'm late.
@theoceanismyinkwell (you asked about the sequel, so here's a snippet...)
@pansexual-puppy-pack
#teen wolf#theo raeken#teen wolf fandom#ao3#teen wolf fanfiction#alec teen wolf#tough like dandelions#love like hellebores#flower verse?
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Just (Werewolf!) Papa Solomons Things:
Rainy days with your little dove
TH Masterlist
- Spent indoors with reading and drinking tea and/or coffee.
- He smells like the rain, mixed with the sweat of the transformation.
- Grumbles about the weather being rotten on the way home. “‘S bad for me sciatica.”
- Tries to stay awake on the tube and train. On the former he’s glad to have found a seat, too tired to keep himself standing. On the train, he’s glad he has your shoulder to rest his head on (and subsequently use as a pillow for a nap that’s totally not a nap).
- On days like this he wants to do everything together. The usual shower while you make breakfast gets swapped for a two-person bath, a little moment to enjoy together while enjoying a light snack like a fruit salad.
- Alfie loves it when you towel his hair. It’ll immediately cause him to purr.
- After he’s made sure you’re nice and dry as well as dressed in one of his hoodies, he’ll tag along to the kitchen.
- Now, no matter if he’s still worn and haggard from a night lost to the beast inside, he insists on making you breakfast. Although you know protesting is of no use, you have one extremely effective weapon to use against him.
- Wolfy.
- The silly nickname you gave him when he confessed to being a werewolf. You meant it as a very bad joke, but knew he was serious when he didn’t return your smile.
- Now throw in some beard scratches and you, my dear, have the Alpha of the Camden pack on his knees.
- Hey, whatever works to get him to sit down on the chaise longue by the window in the living room, which provides a marvellous view of the sea. He needs rest and relaxation, not his usual incessant worrying about you.
- And he worries a lot.
- Though Alfie might not show it, he’s mortified of the consequences which come with the very real potential the Wolf can be unleashed if he doesn’t watch his temper.
- If he loses himself for a split second in your vicinity, he could potentially kill you. Because even though he’s aware the Wolf is in love with you too, there’s nothing to protect you once instinct kicks in and it’s either kill or be killed.
- And if he comes to his senses and your mauled body is the first thing he sees, well…
- Let’s say Camden will lose its King and Highgate will have a royal tomb.
- So he has to make sure he’s safe for you.
- Some of his rings and bracelets have been swapped out for ones that contain silver to supplement his medication.
- Alfie has asked his doctor to up the dosage of the drugs he takes to suppress the Wolf and slow its influence over his mind and body. The same goes for the suppressants.
- Lycanthropy is a terminal condition. Not in the traditional sense of a literal death, but rather the death of the Human Self. This phenomenon is known as ‘going feral’.
- It’s extremely rare for Ferals to regain their Human Self, though such cases have been reported and are a hot research topic in the academic community.
- Alfie is such a case.
- Fell in love the moment he saw you admiring the Aira Force. No, he did more than that.
- He imprinted in you.
- After thirty-four years of silently pondering the question why everyone seemed to find their mate with ease and he didn’t, he found the answer.
- He simply needed to wait because his little dove wasn’t born yet.
- (I’m sorry, but I kinda have this canon of Alfie having a partner younger than him. Let’s say at least half his age. Look, he’s Papa Solomons for a reason, eh?)
- Despite knowing how detrimental it is to his Human Self, Alfie likes to shift and doze off after brekkie. After all, he’s spent the majority of his life as a Wolf and therefore is more comfortable in his other form.
- If it’s winter, you can frequently find him curled up by the fireplace.
- But today the weather is rotten and the craving for your company insatiable. Henceforth, after an elaborate breakfast enjoyed in comfortable silence, you two crawl into bed.
- Alfie loves reading, but he can’t seem to keep his eyes open. From the corner of your eye, you notice him starting to nod off yet fiercely fight the fatigue.
- Nevertheless, soon after, a soft sonorous snoring mingles with the tapping of the rain against the window. You put your own book to the side to gently pluck his (The Language of Food by Annabel Abbs) out of his big wolf paws and lift his glasses off of his nose to put them on his bedside table.
- Regardless of his unconscious state, Alfie pulls you flush against him after you’ve manoeuvred him into a more comfortable position. Legs entwined, one hand cradling the back of your head, and his back towards the door, he holds you.
- Because he’s your Wolfy.
- Your protector.
- The Queen’s wolf.
Tag list: @potter-solomons @hecatemoon87 @liliac-dreamer @rose-like-the-phoenix @babaohhhriley @solomons-finest-rum @wandawiccan60 @buttercupsandboys @vir-tual @zablife @dreamlandcreations @mollybegger-blog
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Get To Know Me Tag Game
Thank you for the tag @cardierreh15
1. Were you named after anyone?
My mom tells me all the time that she read in a baby book about my name. And the description made her cry so she was like "henceforth my baby will be called...this name".
2. When was the last time you cried?
At my grandma's funeral about a year or so ago. I'm not a big crier.
3. Do you have kids?
I have stepsons. One of which hates the ground I walk on and hates me to my very core. So, that's something.
4. What sports do you play/ have you played?
I got scrubbed from the track team in eigth grade. Fuck sports.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Honestly? At this point, it's my easiest form of communication.
6. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Smile or booty. Look, I'm simple.
7. What is your eye color?
Like the deepest brown you can see.
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
I refuse to beware, send me to the scare!
9. Any talents?
I sing, and I give great head (that's a talent shut up).
10. Where were you born?
In a hospital, on a Sunday, on the East Coast.
11. What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, researching history's greatest mysteries.
12. Do you have any pets?
This is Kitty Girl. Her real name is Hope but she doesn't answer to it.
13. How tall are you?
5'4 and proud of it.
14. Favorite subject in high school?
Probably a tie between English Literature, Spanish, and Art.
15. Dream Job?
WRITER. Period.
@ylva-syverson @peyton-warren @littlefreya @hansensgirl @navybrat817 @blackwood4stucky @gummydummy19
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May I present: An argument for why my WoTshow friends may enjoy watching Babylon 5
As we settle in to wait 2 years for more content, a tale as old as time, I realize that some of you may not have seen Babylon 5. And I also realized recently that there is a surprising amount of overlap between the two of them.
So, here are my arguments as to why you should give Babylon 5 (Known henceforth as B5 in perpetuity) a shot if you've not watched it before, or maybe tried a long time ago and bounced maybe try it again. Presented in no particular order.
World Building: I hear you like worldbuilding. Boy HOWDY does B5 have world building. Everything is built up from the get go. There will be important plot relevant events happening in the final season that directly are caused or effected by events in the first season. And at no point does it feel like "Hey, I hear you like thing. Remember thing? Here's thing!" Everything feels like a natural extension of something that came before. And given that it was made in a time when everything was made for syndication, this is a very tough line to balance, but they manage.
Things are pretty real for a sci-fi show: Things don't always just get wrapped up in a nice clean package. Wars may end but they have consequences. Both personal and geopolitical.
Iconic Duos: We've all seen the joke about "Name a more iconic duo than the wondergirls and TBI", but I kinda always say "Londo and G'kar" in my head. I don't say it out loud cause I don't want to ruin a good joke, but still. This series has a lot of quite powerful relationships between people that run the gamut of tropes and a few extra sprinkled in.
Stage Show: In many ways the tv show plays out and feels a lot more like a stage production. Considering a lot of the actors also did a lot of stage work, this makes sense.
Sci-fi as an art choice and not a crutch: Star Trek has the whole hopeful future sci-fi thing going for it, where the point of the setting is to remove the characters from us, so they can examine cultures relevant to the viewer at a removed step. Star Wars uses it's sci-fi setting as a way to make it Totally And Meaningfully Distinct From Dirty Fantasy Movies, and almost seems embarrassed by it's sci-fi parts sometimes. B5 rides the line between them. There is very little techno-babble in the show. But the aliens feel really alien in a way that almost every other sci-fi property misses. And while, yes you could easily make it a fantasy age of sail story by making remarkably few changes, it still works as it's own thing.
Still tackles real life: There are things that are so relevant today that people are still referencing the show to events that happen now. It's a very strange dichotomy where the show looks so 90s, in it's set design and it's CGI, it just screams "Dated tv show". But the content itself is timeless.
Anyway I hope you find the show as compelling as I still do, or at the very least it fills some time while we wait for S3 of WoT show.
Also to anyone who read this from the B5 tag, you should watch WoT for a lot of the same reasons I just listed. :D
Edit Edit: WotShow = The Wheel of Time on amazon Prime.
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in honor of…. eve of certain show. spotlight shoutout to OUR special darling: queen Bitch of Elysium, Loki himself -
...✨✨ooooooo suuuureeeeeee honorary OC at this point lmaoooo✨✨ idc what the rest of you are doing but Elysium!Loki is my pet at least -
(Maci and Tory’s pet maybe, sorry what who said that—)
dont tag this as the M word tyvm. I'M v lucky actually to get to have ✨my own personal L oki✨ to sink my claws into at all times because when things happen LIKE A TV SHOW THAT I ACCUMULATED A LONG LIST OF COMPLAINTS ABOUT I can just. turn around and bury myself deeper in the Elysium sandbox to cope…. Last year was a Low key themed summer for the ol Elysium’verse hahgahah. idk how the rest of you coped jesus christ. rough out there. not for meeee
so fingers crossed Elysium!L survives this new season with minimal claw puncture wounds this time around…. hem hem
anyway I prepped this whole caption basically for an IG drop tomorrow cause no one over there knows anyone’s deal in the Elysium'verse and I like my checklist of basic E!Loki facts i wrote, so here’s that too for YOUR viewing pleasure , activities of e!L have included:
being reluctantly adopted into the palace after a thorough un-villaining (that’s right we did it first!!)
perfecting annoying the hell out of absolutely everyone at all times as a standoffish chaos entity who is somehow ALSO really fucking needy omfg
metaphysically taking control of the entire Underworld to become its magical centerpoint, to get around one single rule . henceforth dubbed Royal Tupperware by Maci & Tory
being the one responsible for finally “killing” Thanatos via EXPLODING HIM INTO CHUNKS
perfecting fighting constantly specifically with his archnemesis Maci to push all of her buttons on purpose for fun - although with whom he’s finally reached some sort of……truce with, lately, finally 💦
over time here collecting back some of his mythological children to live here too! (Vali & Nari, Fenris & Jormundgandr)
and ALSO over time had MORE children with approximately ONE HALF OF EVERY ELYSIUM COUPLE DOWN HERE, from both biological capacities bc E!Loki’s inner anatomy is like a mystery maze pinball machine and honestly as much as he swears otherwise he may have done all of it on purpose
anyway. my dearest. here he is. pet pet pet
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hi, just stumbled upon your account in the jet lag tag (thanks for the drinking game)! i've never heard of blaseball before, and unfortunately it seems i'm late to the party, but i'd love to learn what it was about! i love weird cool internet things
Hoo boy, I'm glad you enjoyed the Drinking Game! I sure can try my best to explain what Blaseball was. But quick warning, it's a lot.
Okay, so at its core, Blaseball was a Baseball Simulator, where you could bet fake money on simulated games, where players could die mid game. Hence the name Blaseball, which is a mixture of Blood, and Baseball.
Blaseball games took 30 minutes to an hour to play out, and would start new games at the top of the hour. Seasons would last a week, with generally the schedule being 2 weeks of games, followed by an average of 2 weeks of "Siesta", a time where no games were going, and almost nothing happened, that gave the developers time to crush bugs, and implement new features.
At the end of each season there was an election, where fans (us), could use the money we made betting, to buy votes, to vote in the election. Every season there was the big thing to vote on, The Decrees, which had wide sweeping implications on how Blaseball would continue to be played; as well as smaller things to vote on that impacted team performance, such as legendary items, or custom modifications that protected players from some fates.
To be clear, in Season 1 there was no death, and nothing weird going on, everything just seemed like your standard baseball game, very reminisciant of the 1968 book, "The Universal Baseball Association, Inc., J Henry Waugh, Prop." By Robert Coover. That said, there was one very peculiar thing, and that was the decrees.
In season 1, the decrees were listed as:
Redistribute Wealth: The top five players from the Internet Series champion will be distributed to five other random teams in the league.
Relegation: The last place team in the league will be eliminated from the league, and replaced with a new team.
The Forbidden Book: It is Forbidden.
Obviously, The Forbidden Book was the one that was voted on, and that's when they really put the Blood, in Blaseball, as immediately after opening the book, the umpires went Rogue, and the best player, Jaylen Hotdogfingers (Please note this was July 2020, well before EEAAO), was incinerated, by one. In addition a Hellmouth would swallow the Moab dessert, and the team that was formerly known as the Moab Sunbeams, would henceforth be known as the Hellmouth Sunbeams.
The final change was that Blaseball received a Subtitle, and this subtitle was "The Discipline Era". There are a few eras of Blaseball, there is the Discipline Era, The Coffee Cup, The Expansion Era, Short Circuits, and The Coronation Era. Each one functions as essentially the next chapter of the story.
This said, it is regrettable that I have gotten this far into my summary of Blaseball without talking about the community that formed around it. It was passionate. It was bright. It was essentric. To this day there are few players, that had any playtime, that do not have at least one piece of fan art for them. There is a music collective that started up, that is called The Garages that made songs about the game, that are incredible (If you like Ska Punk I highly recommend their album The Skarages), which got their name from the in game team, The Seattle Garages. All of this for a list of names on a webpage. There was not official art of anyone in Blaseball. No physical descriptions. No personality included. The fans breathed life into the characters adding some, and the developers (The Game Band, who also created a game called Where Cards Fall that you actually can go play on Steam and Switch still) embraced it, and basically said all of it was canon and none of it was canon.
Did the fans have their fair share of drama? Of course, any time you group 10k+ people together, of course not all of them are going to get along. I mostly avoided this by spending most of my time on Twitter for Blaseball, instead of in discords, and using the Block Button liberally.
I could go point by point down the story of Blaseball, but I imagine that if you're still reading at this point, that you'll probably want to go do that yourself, and you can! Blaseball originally had a Fandom wiki, however they realized that the company Fandom sucked, so the fans in the Society for Internet Blaseball Research (SIBR for short), created a new wiki which can be found at Blaseball.wiki, from there you can learn about everything that happened, it's very well organized.
Last Friday, June 2nd, The Game Band announced after a 4 month hiatus that Blaseball would not be coming back, and that we would not be seeing an end to The Coronation Era. The reasons of which are complicated, and many. One of the developers tweeted out in the hours leading up to the announcement "(quote from man who died by a thousand cuts): what are you gonna do, stab me one thousand times", which is likely the situation, as sometimes it isn't 1 big cut that does it, but 1000 little ones.
I hope this helps you understand what Blaseball was, I am open to answering further questions in DMs.
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Good luck with worldbuilding! Hope you have a blast.
Questions for you: how do the people of your world get their food? What is the magic like? And do you have a favourite fun fact about your world?
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Replying to this here like a weirdo because my response to the magic section has actually gotten more lengthy than I intended!
How do people of your world get their food?
For most people, food comes from their own efforts or from close community efforts - be that farming / gardening or hunting. For most people who live outside of more urbanized / tightly packed cities, it’s not uncommon to have a garden to grow some food, and many more rural civilians know how to hunt game or have livestock of some form (even if it’s just a few chickens). Additional food is usually obtained at local markets or from neighbors. For those living in cities, almost all their food is from surrounding land, which is usually produced on much larger scales than rural communities might. Specialty foods may be imported from longer distances to larger and more wealthy cities, like fruits from the more tropical regions or rare types of treats and game.
There is also a large population of hunter-gatherer or nomadic people in Aanrah, which has resulted in a interesting distribution of plants. Many well traveled paths may have commonly used rest spots that are surrounded by a wide variety of produce planted by previous travelers, left for their future selves or for whoever might travel there next. In areas where these groups are frequent, food can be gathered fresh almost daily for a good portion of the growing season as one travels due to the amount planted on well-traveled paths. Seeds accidently and purposefully spread are tended to idly by those resting there for the night, and it’s considered good practice and polite to add to the ‘garden’ if one takes from it.
Favorite Fun Fact
Since this will be shorter than the magic question!
Aanrah, once having had three moons, used to have pretty violent tides, which left very, very little land that was continuously above water! As a result, some of the best ways to travel long distances is actually the dwarven tunnel systems, which were initially dug with the intention of connecting the sparse few landmasses together in a way that could be traveled without every having to worry about the tides.
How does magic work?
We’re just gonna slap the cut here!
In Aanrah, magic can largely be split into two ‘types’: what will henceforth be called ‘divine’ magic (or inherent magic), and sort of ‘spell’ magic.
In the simplest sense, divine magic is a inherent part of everyone and everything in the world - whether alive or dead, animate or inanimate, sentient or intelligent, everything has divine magic. Divine magic can be thought of in a sort of mechanical/metaphysical sense as a descriptor or ‘tag’ - something that ‘describes’ what a thing is in its most inherent and distilled form. And for most things, they only just legally have divine magic. It exists, but is very weak, and very scattered. But divine magic is what designates a domain if a thing were to ascend to actual divinity, and decides what ‘traits’ a object might have for spellcasting.
For example, a rock. A rock’s divine magic both covers what it’s made of and is (basically in a scientific ‘what are my elements composing me’ sense) as well as what one might attribute to it when spell casting - earth, stone, a location, tough, sharp, and other things of that nature.
For a living thing, divine magic is both a mix of what they are (dragon - fire, sharp, flight, red, etc.) as well as who they are (their personality, life events, goals, likes, dislikes, etc.). A person’s divine nature, so to speak, changes as they go through life - but for the most part, until they ascend to divinity, any given ‘category’ of themselves is usually fairly weak. Even strong immortal beings who have honed themselves on something specific don’t have a strong divine aspect in it, and won’t unless/until they ascend to godhood.
The Outsider god Artitengh is considered the patron over divine and inherent magic and power. The nature of divine power is such that with the exception of actually divine beings, one really cannot find out what aspects might be ‘attached’ to a person. If anyone would know, it would be Artitengh - and if it is an ability Artitengh has, it refuses to share that knowledge. However, Artitengh is known to be able to cause individuals to develop ‘inherent power’ if they come into contact with his scales - a sort of ‘superpower’ or internal, self-driven magic akin to that used by sorcerers. However, Artitengh does not seem to be able to determine what that power might be - and for the recorded cases in universe, the power seems somewhat arbitrary.
From a ooc and mechanical point of view, it is. Mostly. Every individual can basically be thought of having, say, 90 1% traits and 5 2% traits from which their power can manifest or take direction. Non divine beings simply do not hone or lean to any one trait or direction the same way deities do - which is for the better. Diversity in ‘divine traits’ allows for diversity in who someone is and what they can do. A person who has ascended into a god will slowly ‘lose’ parts of themselves as they gain divine ranks, leaning more into certain aspects and becoming more ‘distilled’ versions of that. Divine magic determines a being or thing to its very core in a unshakeable and undeniable way that other forces cannot or do not - which is why it’s very broad for things that are not divine.
For Artitengh’s ability, this means that more then likely, one person’s likes and dislikes, or what they do, will not really have a sway on what their power is. A merfolk water mage is just as likely to roll the ability to control waves as they are the ability to self combust when they sneeze. Even Zhün the Exiled, one of the oldest not fully divine beings (even as a demigod) does not particularly have a strong sway in his divine magic - despite being a practicing necromancer and the first lich since the 2nd Era. Unless he were to ascend to Lesser godhood, his divine magic will remain significantly more general.
For those who do ascend to divinity, divine magic begins to pick a direction. The jump to demigodhood can begin to funnel the sense of self towards something related to the individual, but not always. But once a being ascends to lesser godhood, their divine magic and inherent nature picks a direction, and that being becomes usually fully unable to go down other paths (outside of drastic events). Divine magic tends to go from specific and weak to general and powerful, but this is not a solid rule.
For spellcasting, or otherwise ‘wizard’ / general magic, a large portion of it honestly just follows the vague direction of DnD ruling, just for the purpose that I would like to maybe one day run a campaign in this world. In a less boring and lame way, spellcasting is a mix usually of somatic, material, and verbal components. Prior to the 10th Era and Szaifudrus’s deal with Emrul, spells and spellcasting was incredibly rare. Most magic used by beings was inherent / divine, and those ‘true’ spell casters who used spells for magic were usually taught it directly from Emrul or someone adjacent. Spells were basically impossible to get unless you knew the right people, and even then they were seldom traded or exchanged.
Since the introduction of a lot of spells into the knowledge of more average civilians, the use of spells has taken off wildly. Spellcrafting and theorizing has reached new levels with the amount of knowledge Szaifudrus let into the public, and from what he gave more experimentation and extrapolation allowed magic to become both more widespread and commonplace, as well as far more versatile and deep.
While wizards and various mages use the bulk of the magic, it’s not uncommon for normal civilians to know simple spells to help out with daily life. Magic is a major component in the creation and maintenance of the world’s technology - including rail systems, basic light bulbs, and heated water.
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The Summer We Changed
So apparently I had some very specific thoughts about Jeno for the glitch mode comeback that I needed to get out of my system. I thought it would be about 2000 words but like y/n and Jeno's relationship things escalated 🤩 I've split it into three chapters just to make reading easier, but you can just read it all in one.
Please take this for the silly bit of mental escape that it is.
Status:
Complete (06/04/22), 12,284 words, 3 chapters
Summary:
You are a writer in your thirties seeking escape after a bad relationship when you end up accidentally house sharing with an old family friend, who is on summer break from university. Despite attempts to keep everything above board you end up taking things between the sheets. Perhaps this could be the new beginning you are looking for?
Relationships:
Lee Jeno/Reader
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m/f, jeno/female reader, fluff and smut, older woman/younger man, summer romance, porn with feelings, wet clothing, voice kink, Jeno strong, dirty talk, vaginal sex, blow jobs, skinny dipping, consensual sex, reader-insert, AU.
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Chapter 1: The House by the Lake
Thank god that’s over.
Despite the sun doing its best to make you smile the long drive from the city with nothing but your thoughts for company had left you sweaty and, quite frankly, completely shattered. This week could absolutely do one.
It had all started that Monday. You had been on your way to the publisher when your editor called to postpone. Some palaver to do with a printers strike. This was annoying but not exactly life changing. Except it did mean you got home two hours earlier. Two hours in which your boyfriend, who shall only be known henceforth as that F. B. (aka Fucking Bastard), had apparently been planning to spend burying his cock between his secretary’s thighs. It was humiliating enough to be cheated on in your own home after seven years, but as an author you found it even more galling that it was so cliché. Oh well, at least he wasn’t shacking up with my best friend.
In the days that followed there had been a fair bit of shouting and apologising and some throwing of heavy objects and then some more shouting and apologising. All of which ended up in you packing the car and making arrangements to spend the next two months at the only sanctuary you had left.
Now that you stood in the driveway, the Lake House was smaller than you remembered. It belonged to a close friend of your mother’s: Auntie Lee. When you were a child both families would come and stay for much of the summer, spending idle days swimming in the lake or playing games in the meadow beyond. You remembered one year when the fireflies were so numerous it was like a galaxy spread out over the water. You and your sister and the Lee kids had crept out from your bedroom and onto the dock in the dark to watch them. It had felt like you were at the centre of your own universe.
How old had you been then? Fourteen, fifteen? That had been at least twenty years ago, if not more. You’d been back a few times but probably not since you had gone off to university. And yet for some reason it was the first place you’d thought of when being faced with homelessness. When the news broke of that FB’s infidelity, your mom had wanted you to move back in with them. It was tempting but you had a manuscript to finish and now you were over thirty you really valued your privacy. When you’d called Auntie she’d been really happy for you to stay, saying the house had been empty too long and refusing all but a bit of cash to pay for bills.
Dragging your suitcase up to the porch, over the dodgy third step, you go to unlock the door and step back into your past. It really hasn’t changed. Sure, the walls have been painted. Didn’t they used to be green? And that looks like a new couch, but apart from some cosmetic updates it is still the same open-plan downstairs with the view through the back of the house to the lake itself. You stand there for a moment, soaking in the tranquil moment the sun begins to mellow as it moves towards the water, and take a breath. I can do this.
That’s the moment you hear a bang coming from upstairs.
Shit, what was that?
Despite your usual disdain for the idiot in the horror movie who walks towards the eerie noise you do just that. Grabbing the retro glass paper weight from the sideboard as a makeshift weapon, you begin to creep up the stairs. The sounds seem to be coming from the bathroom. You clutch the paper weight tighter as you sneak down the hall, as if you had the upper body strength to take someone down.
Holy shit.
You don’t have time to think of a better plan as the bathroom door opens to reveal a strange man wrapped in only a towel, obviously fresh out the shower. Before he can react you rush at him, hitting him hard on the shoulders.
“OW, HEY WHAT THE FUCK?”
“GET OUT THIS HOUSE YOU PERVERT”
“OUCH, HEY, STOP! STOP! NOONA, STOP IT’S ME”
Noona?
You pause, confused, and the guy seizes the moment to grab your arms and pin them to your sides. He’s strong and now you aren’t attacking him you have time to register his biceps and six pack. Not the time, woman.
“Noona, what are you doing here?”
For the first time you stop struggling and take a good look at his face. The fight drains out of you.
No it can’t be… “Jeno?”
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