closed starter for @nottheangel-raphael
whilst he’d had no doubt in raphael’s ability to make good on their deal, nahim remained faintly surprised by just how smoothly the process had gone. initially, the wait for the call of confirmation had been agonising. nahim had paced throughout the entire palazzo while he’d waited with his phone practically surgically attached to him, dismissing everyone and everything that tried to interrupt him. when the call finally came through, nahim had remained the picture of perfect diplomacy across the line, expressing his gratitude for raphael’s efforts before terminating the call. it had been a gamble to stake his claim over the position so soon after marcellino’s passing, especially with lingering doubt still harboured by some surrounding the official ruling concerning the cause of his sire’s death, but wasting time fretting over the opinions of others was out of the question – what mattered most was that he’d succeeded.
with the rest of the coven briefed on the decision later that night, nahim had set off for krovs the following morning. there was no need to waste time now that the vote had been cast in favour of his ascension. the sooner he arrived, the sooner he could rectify the damaged reputation his sire had nurtured through continuously staggering displays of ineptitude. once he’d checked over his suite and found almost everything to his liking, nahim shifted his focus to the most pressing matter of all and headed to raphael’s suite. calling ahead would have been the wiser decision but something told nahim an unannounced arrival wouldn’t go down too badly, all things considered. approaching raphael in his own territory was undoubtedly the best way to conduct this little reunion of sorts. coming to a halt, he knocked twice before letting himself in to lean against the doors. “you'll have to excuse the spontaneous visit–" amusement laced the edge of his tone as he spoke. "–i'm here to apologise, actually."
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Part 2 of the drabble/headcanon prompts @thekingofmuses has sent to me:
Kiss
The loud rumbling of Iori's bass could be heard through the door of his bedroom. While his apartment was relatively soundproofed, the deep sound of his instrument could be heard throughout his dwelling. Athena was reluctant when she came close to the door, feeling somewhat hesitant. There was something that she really wanted to ask him, but she didn't want to disturb his practice time.
After a minute or two, she could finally hear Iori finishing up his practice, and winding down for the day. She finally had her chance. Summoning all the courage she could muster, she knocked on the door, albeit with a tiny bit of hesitation.
"Iori?" she asked, hoping that it won't blow up in her face.
"What is it?" he responded, his baritone voice audible through the wooden door.
Athena paused for a second, unsure how to go about the situation.
"Just come in already." he grumbled.
She slowly opened the door, and saw that he was clad in a tank top and sweatpants. Ever since she first set foot into Iori's apartment, Athena became accustomed to seeing him like this whenever she visits his apartment, and it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, even if he was just wearing the aforementioned articles of clothing, she does admit that he looked stunning in them, especially since his top outlined his impressive physique.
"I...um..." Athena attempted to speak as she awkwardly shuffled her feet, looking away from Iori, trying not to stare at him for too long.
"Just spit it out already." he replied, putting away his bass in its case.
"I...just wanted to try something with you."
Iori got off the bed and walked towards Athena, leaning down to face her.
"What?"
Athena slowly removed her hands from her back, holding a box of strawberry-flavored Pocky. Iori could not believe what he was seeing right now, and was even wondering how and why she got that idea in the first place.
"I thought we could try this," she replied sheepishly. "I saw some couples...um, doing this before - "
"Don't be ridiculous!" he barked, balking at the very suggestion.
Of course she would know very little about sex and romance - then again, the former was given from her first night here, and the latter was something many a pop idol would never engage in, lest it would lead to a massive public scandal.
Athena took a step back upon seeing Iori's reaction. "I'm sorry..." she murmured, "I...just wanted to try this."
"Don't rope me into this nonsense." he replied, turning his back on her as he went back to sit on his bed.
As a wave of disappointment passed through her, Athena felt a smidgeon of guilt about the whole thing. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed it on Iori - she knew that he wasn't the most receptive person in the world, and wouldn't be interested in something like this.
Maybe she was going about this the wrong way. She might need a different approach for what she wanted to do with him.
"Um," she started again.
Iori emitted a hum as he stared at her, wondering what she wanted to ask.
"I'm...sorry," she apologized as she approached him. She slowly made herself comfortable when she sat next to him, making sure that she wasn't too close.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I didn't meant to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Just forget about it."
"Can you please try this with me?" she asked once more. "Just this once?"
Iori still shook his head, but he turned to face her.
"Please?" she added, with pleading eyes.
The redhead paused to think for a while. After a good bit of mulling - which seemed to last an eternity - he finally gave his answer.
"Fine."
Now Athena has finally gotten her confirmation, and was quite pleased. She slowly removed one of the thin sticks from the box, and placing one of its ends in her mouth. She gestured him to do the same. With an inward shrug, Iori took the other end, and started to make his way to meet her...
...Soon enough, they were pressing against each other's lips. He then deepened this into his usual rougher kiss, pulling her against him. Iori's large hands quickly made their way to her hips, clutching them tightly.
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Okay I don't do this normally but out of curiosity, I looked at that guys' posts and yeah they're going around sealioning anyone who likes Dimitri being all like "how can you say Dimitri/AM is your favorite when you didn't play all the routes". Buddy it's called having preferences, subjectivity and opinion. I'm sure if we twist their behavior around back at them, they'll be like stop bothering us for liking Edel cause double standards is their bread and butter.
Yeah, I had taken a brief scroll through their blog the first time I saw them argue with Random about Claude because I had a pretty strong feeling that they were just another stan running around around against Rhea and Dimitri fans because I knew that person didn't follow Random when they started pulling the bad faith Claude takes.
I scrolled through a few posts before I was like yeah I'm not even gonna bother looking further because I could see all they were doing was arguing with people whose names I recognized, and the only people who ever do that are the stans. They also have absolutely nothing else but discourse on their blog.
It's crazy to me too, because I've seen those same Dimitri fans try to talk about anything else FE related and yet they still get pulled back into discourse. Like, I'm at the point where I believe everyone in that immediate group is just actively being stalked by the stans (and I recall one of them mentioning they are being stalked by them, but my guess is if one of them is, all of them are).
Also, the stans tend to pull the "you didn't play xyz route" when I'm quite certain most if not all of the Dimitri fans on Tumblr have at the very bare minimum watched the full route on YouTube of anything they didn't play. All these people have the information they need to know where they stand opinion-wise, and like you said, it's just... having an opinion. The stans have their opinions, we don't agree with them, and we don't engage with them unless they engage with us first.
Something I've noticed about the group of Dimitri fans that gets stans going after them is that it's always the stans who start it. They always respond to asks sent to those people. In other words they go onto those people's blogs, look at their posts/their replies to their anons, and start arguing at them over literally anything they say in thsoe ask responses.
Every single time I see a post reach my dashboard from any of those people (you might know the Faerghus/Dimitri group I'm talking about), it's always a stan going after them when they were just answering one of their own anons and posting something on their own blog. I'm sure there are people who think they engage in discourse too much, but they don't even start it. They get harassed and can't just blog in peace.
Unfortunately those same stans have been targeting Random as of late (and I've noticed it's more and more different ones so they're probably going after someone as soon as they notice their buddies are doing so) so it's not that surprising that they've taken notice of me since she and I interact regularly. They basically go through the chain of who interacts with who and try to start shit.
Oh nonnie honey, you better believe if even a single Dimitri fan did to them what they do to us, they'd be all over that and whining about it and posting callouts and shit.
I just want to be able to post whatever my feelings are about Dimitri without worrying that people will try to tear it down because "it's not about Edel-chan and it portrays Dimitri in a good light".
I've blocked every Edelstan I've come across but more of them keep popping up, so... I guess the blocking never ends. My block list is basically just Edelstans and bots at this point with few exceptions.
Funny how the stans don't block Dimitri fans who hate Edelgard to avoid seeing them (it's because they don't actually want to, because they want to argue), even though we're all over here trying to block them, but some of them block evade to keep going. Literally like Dimitri fans have tried to block them and move on, but they persistently find ways to keep harassing. And like I said, they go down the line, so eventually they'll just find every active Dimitri lover who posts about him and whine at them.
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Shoutout to my boss who is an absolute legend because she arrived home yesterday at midnight (after a 12 h long train ride from a weeklong conference in South Italy), and today got on another 1.5 h long train ride to come to my university town, read the paper I sent to her YESTERDAY EVENING on said train ride, then tutored me 3.5 hours on historical reasearch methods and my writing style, and then went back home "to read my emails".
(I swear I didn't know she was coming here just for me, and had I known that she would read my paper straight away, I probably wouldn't have sent it.)
Also. I am payed for this. (It's my job to write short papers on historical magazine content, so when we digitise the historical material, it will be easier for people who are not from the field to access the information. I am not very good at it. (Yet.) (Hopefully.)) It's just completely crazy. I apologised that it took me so long to write the paper and she just said, "No, I want you to learn how that works, you need it for your thesis, and you're already so much better than half a year ago!"
I don't know how I deserved this. I have probably the best student job in the world. :))
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@bdybag said: ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ //from triP
(you little SHIT - open)
"No the fuck you ain't," Salvatore snaps at the smaller vampire, baring his teeth at them. He gestures with one clawed hand to the phone in their hand as he gets to his feet. "Put that shit away or I'll break it."
Truly, most of his aggression right now is just from embarrassment--he and triP had been walking and he'd tripped. Even with his powerful vampiric reflexes, he just hadn't been paying attention, as engrossed in their conversation as he was, and he'd nearly fallen flat on his face. Evidently, triP wanted to add insult to more insult by pulling out their phone.
Thankfully, Salvatore can get back up without too much trouble, wincing only slightly at the crack in his knees as he does. (Shit, shouldn't the vampirism take care of that? Fucking whatever.)
"You didn't see shit," he tells triP firmly. "And you didn't record shit. Fuck you."
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