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cullthedeer · 2 months

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🐦🦚🦃🕊️🦜

🐦 a romantic quote (can be sweet or sad or sexy, or just your favorite interaction between them!)

Truly delighted to announce that of my three wips i have exactly zero truly sweet romantic moments with no underlying implications to share. this is the closest i can get though

Over the distant lake, terns glide in billowing swarms, black and shimmering against the blood-red breadth of the sun. Thirty or fourty, Quinn estimated in the afternoon, tip of a pen pressed into his lower lip pensively. Jack had accompanied him on the boat, sprawled on the deck, warm under the oppressive Michigan sun; watched Quinn's careful positioning, the patience with the camera, and then the painstaking counting of the birds over all the photographs when they were lying in bed, in the near-dark of the drawn curtains.

🦚 a sexy quote (spicy, outright nsfw, etc--if you're not comfortable with this one specify in the tags!)

Jack tenses and shakes when Quinn brings a hand to his nape, slowly unwound with each thrust but still keeping this guard up, like this is a part of him Quinn doesn't get to feel anymore. His own hands twitch and pull at the bedding, twist in a trembling fist when Quinn fucks in deep. Quiet uh-uh-uhs tumbling out of his wet open mouth with his spit. Even like this he sounds like he's crying. Quinn kisses the edges of his spine, squeezes his sides, pets his shuddery ribs. Some shameful far cry of an apology.

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

This is the reality where he watches birds in the lonely mornings, the singular mornings; where they publish his book and praise his unusual prose, the slight absurdism, the tales of monsters and evil men weaved into a story that's meant to be ground in scientific theory. The clock doesn't tick childhood away: it slips from him like a river. He dabbles in cliché sentimentalism that never bleeds into saccharine. There's a dog in the backyard. He calls Quinn from time to time, just to hear him speak. Maybe he cries himself to sleep once or twice. Maybe he misses the old house. And then he hauls himself to the shoreline—he would choose a place near water, of course—and counts terns, geese, adventurous finches.

🕊️ a sweet quote (something sweet, fluffy! maybe it's cute or funny banter! or sappy wedding vows!)

please refer to romantic quote commentary... however :

Quinn presses into the bruise, fingers first while he stretches Jack's arm out, then mouth, then tongue. The muscle jumps under his lips as Jack makes a weird strangled noise.

"What," Jack exhales. He throws his head back, mouth open, eyes closed. His face is red. "You're so weird," like he's making any attempt at stopping Quinn at all.

🦜 a pretty quote (you like the prose, or symbolism, or it's poetic, or you just like how it feels/the word choice!)

By fifteen, Jack knew this would be the way they'd die. Not so much of a fatalist as a clairvoyant, well-taught half-bird of a boy, path-seer, flyways carved by elders. Swifts, called up above the world by a voice no one else ever heard, look up at God, his one thousand eyes, wink and wink until something winks back. Some things never know any more will than their strange rituals. The life he'd mapped out for them hazed and shifted the first time Quinn slipped in his bed. There's not much to escape to once you know what sticking your dick in a sibling feels like.

#quotes 1 / 3 / 5 are from hfgmof #which may change title so. dont mind the acronym too much #2 is from an untitled future fic #4 is the nameless blood centric fic #im working on these primarily !!!!! also i have a newfound passion in editing my stuff so these very probably arent permanent versions #ask game #asks #thank you for your ask !!!!#526701 #hc #qj #my fic

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theswedishpajas · 7 months

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People finding the roachmallow art and going “what is this? What a strange crackship lmao” is really funny to me cus they’re missing the important link in the whole deadbeats OT3.

I wouldn’t ever say Beej and Mars are in love honestly, they just happen to hang around me and, in turn, each other.

BJ loves to be a lil shit to Mars and Mars loves to see me happy (and begrudgingly enjoys BJ’s pranks and puns, humor is a weakness of his 😔).

I’m sorta like the glue holding them together AND apart, a bit like an auspistice, if you will?

I wouldn’t describe my relationship to either as “romantic” either? Very close, more like a very fluffy moirallegiance, prolly?

And yes, I am using homestuck terms. What can I say? Hussie came up with a way to describe romantic connections that actually makes sense to my brain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#rambles #I’m aroace #at least practically #have a hard time with commitments but I absolutely adore closeness #love titles and being in a relationship. just hard for me to keep up with what that entails #just like how I love the idea of being a dad but I’d never trust myself to raise a child cus that would be irresponsible of me #so I’m sticking to fiction for the forseeable future #ANYWAYS THIS WENT A LOT DEEPER THAN INTENDED LMAO #I may have watched a bit too much House today and gone extra analytical and stuff #toonjuice #mars #sammy sunshine #homestuck #also yes. the deadbeats ship has separate names for each possible combo #deadbeats is all 3 of us #roachmallow is BJ and Mars #mouthful is me and Mars #and beetlebun is me and BJ (bun is what my friends call me)

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veterveter · 1 year

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Happiest of birthdays to the most dearly beloved @sorrydearie !!!

I have written for the occasion, yet again ill-advisedly. For being lovely & being my friend, you get the *checks notes* angst you pitched to me. There is fluff there though, if you make it to the end. (It's like a reward.)

So it takes Andrés a month before he cracks, all because it becomes tiresome, in the end. To tell Martín a story, and repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it. To watch their plan turn from a near-complete masterpiece to a work still in progress, to witness their greatest discoveries become undone.

#Happy 🎉 birthday 🎉 I hope you have a wonderful one!!#favourite girl - the girl - 🍀💖✨#look I may go ahead and be the first to admit that this story was above my skill level and resources / w.e. but I still wrote some stuff #berlermo #lcdp #the 'strange stylistic choice informed by the themes' of this one is the immediate repetition of certain phrases - like an echo #yes that was indeed a choice I made and I stuck to it #also mileage may vary on whether my incredible disinterest in all side character etc. is a choice or a flaw #to me it's just how I like it ✨ yolo thankfully there's other people in the fandom who'll write that stuff because I likely won't #I'll eternally be nostalgic for that time you taught me to tell a story in 600 words it seems a skill I lost and now I just #[música romántica] is my cause of death would you believe I actually rewatched parts of S3 for this too wow #also - since this is my blorbo show and tell - at the start it's mostly evenings and at the end it's mornings yish thematic choices #this one has a title so short I might actually be bothered to type it out and idk how I feel about that #I tried to stick to the timeline and then I gave up don't mind me it's not my fault that parts of it mismatch and others don't spark joy #technically I should've probably edited this more heavy-handedly - at least 3 or 4 k could stand to go - but I didn't have the resources #it's all yolo in this house tonight okay #my fics #I am actually so honoured that I can write something for your birthday do not even look at me but it means a lot to me basically

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b-rainlet · 1 year

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#This would def include subcategories such as me rating about cool concepts they didn’t do in certain horror movies #And recapping movies so you don't have to watch them #But at the same time recapping stuff you may feel doesn’t have as many friends #I am basically the friend who actually DOES consume all your recommendations #And gets back to you about it you know?#I am simply sick of podcasts with too many people talking/people spending 20 minutes waking it to how smart they are #Before even starting on their topic #People making 'cool' titles instead of straight up saying what the episode is about #AND 5 different 2 minute breaks to introduce your sponsors #This would be super low quality and definitely just for fun #And also very subjective but I don't claim to be a film critic at least

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rustedleopard · 2 years

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Whenever I think about how I characterize Porky, I always come back to this quote I read in a short story in the Twelve Kingdoms series regarding the trial of a prisoner named Shudatsu, who (among many other crimes) killed a young child just to steal the small amount of cash he had on him, and held no remorse for his crime. This is the quote:

The bitter realization occurred to Eikou—the man himself possessed no powers of self-analysis. His was an unexamined life. He had no substantive awareness of his crimes and was not about to face up to his actions and gain that awareness. Calling himself “trash” was the tortoise shell he crawled inside, and he was content to stay there forever. No words would persuade him otherwise and no words could wound him. (Prison of Dusk: Chapter 8, Twelve Kingdoms, trans. Eugene Woodbury. Emphasis added by me).

This quote makes me go !!!!!! because that’s exactly how I characterize Porky: someone who is capable of doing so many horrible things because he uses “I’m a terrible person” as his armor to protect himself from doing any sort of self reflection.

My interpretation of his character is why seeing him being characterized as “a terrible person who was always going to end up a monster” or “innocent because his family/Giygas who made him this way” irks me so so much! Saying that Porky was always a terrible person doesn’t really show respect to his character. He’s an abused child. His parents demeaned him and in the Japanese version, his father physically abused him in the beginning of the game. Unconditional love, kindness, and respect were likely commodities in his house (and while Porky’s closeness with Picky is left a bit vague, Picky did wait for Porky on the hill when he ran off. Meanwhile, during Fourside, Picky was abandoned at home while Porky and his father (and mother? My memory is a bit foggy) were living it up, so make of their relationship what you will).

But on the other side of the coin, saying that Porky’s family/Giygas is solely responsible for his behavior is annoying because he’s capable of independent thought. Porky does have at least some idea of what’s right and wrong considering that he begs for Ness’ forgiveness in Happy Happy Village after kidnapping Paula and joining a cult. And while Buzz Buzz admits that Giygas sways people to do evil, my interpretation of how Giygas’ powers work is that he cannot force you to do anything that you aren’t at least somewhat willing to do: he can only make the worse options seem more appealing. If he was capable of outright possession, then what stops him from possessing your sister/mom/dog/every NPC you encounter and making them attack you? There’s still a choice to do the right thing, even if he can make you feel like the wrong choices are more appealing.

To me, Porky is someone who was born in unfortunate circumstances which made him feel powerless and weak and when an opportunity arose to get power (wealth, influence, followers), he jumped on it. And when people grew upset with him because the power he’s accessed is hurting others, instead of doing some self-examination and giving it up, he saw himself as the victim and doubled down. He took the words that people threw at him, “horrible” “terrible” “rotten” “bad,” and decided that if that was how he was going to be seen both as the abused child and as Giygas’ right-hand man, then he may as well live with it and enjoy his power regardless. In the end, being a terrible person was a place of safety for him because he would never have to confront his own actions and see that the only thing he’s truly accumulated is a wealth of shame.

#pokey tag #this is a follower exclusive take BABEY!#please ignore my poor attempt at an in-text citation. i'm not about to bust out the purdue owl for this #i 100% believe that if porky didn't have such an awful family he wouldn't have ended up that way #the circumstances of his birth put him at a disadvantage to resist g.iygas' influence #but he still took a shovel and dug his morals down until they were doing limbo w/ the devil #that was a choice that he made for himself.#i know he was a kid and kids do stupid stuff but he's also old enough to know basic morality #and that teaming up with the Universal Cosmic Destroyer is a really bad thing to do #and also turning animals into chimeras/brainwashing people/trying to destroy the world/etc is really bad too #this is about a medium level take on how i interpret him. it doesn't hit every point but it hits the major ones #this is why i can't see porky trying to redeem himself. redemption cannot arise from an outside mediator #and he doesn't want to redeem himself either. he wants to enjoy himself and his power. he doesn't want to take things seriously #he'd rather live inside the title of 'a bad person' because it's easy. he never has to ask himself hard questions #he never has to confront himself or grow or change at all. he does what he wants because he's 'a bad person' so you can't expect #better behavior from him.#this is also my interpretation of his character though so like. if you disagree that's fine #variety is the spice of life (and salt is the seasoning of death so don't be salty in my inbox)#(also please please read the 12k chapter link i left above. context may be hard to understand but i see so many similarities between Porky #and Shudatsu that it's insane)

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zevrans · 1 year

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i’m reading all the lovely tags on my latest da gifset and i’m just 🥺🥺🥺💖💕💓

#thank you everyone for such nice comments and compliments to my set! 😭❤️🥺💕 i spent so much time on it even if it may seem like it was a q #uick gifset but it wasnt! ;_;#making that dreadwolf gif definately took on my nerves because i couldnt properly cut out the title and also there's avisynth which kept #dimming the videos so had to up brightness so much in dao and da2 menus for them to look how they look in game;;;#and to see everyone be excited for da4 and wanting to replay / replaying dao or da2! :")#i accidebtally started replaying da2 myself when i reinstalled it to capture the menu for this setvkffk 🙈#somehow it's always da2 i cant bring myself to replay dao cayse it's so huge 😭#and then there's dai which is still waiting for me to continue playing it past first few cutscenesvkdfkfk 🤦‍♀️🙈🤡#maybe i could play them both at the same time huh?? 👀 and then there's reinstalling the mods #since i switched to win10 reinstalling evetything became such a chore 😪#also i realized that i too blab just like merrill when i'm excited/anxious and was like i see u girl it's okay it's the stress talking 😳😭#but also i feel like i forgot so much stuff it's like everything is almost new to mebkfkfs #and somehow da2 feels so easy on normal now even tho i remember it kicking my ass on normal when i first played??#maybe this has to do something with me play re2r and re3r this year so i reevaluated my concept of what is hard in terms of vg difficulty :D

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rubberbandballqueen · 1 year

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i am the Holder of the Office Software Knowledge at work

#i was abt to be like 'amidst the part-timers' but i'm going to be a little bit vain this time around #it is pride month i may have some Some hubris. as a treat #it's also not even so much that i'm familiar w microsoft office suite in particular since i stopped using that a while ago #but knowing what features libreoffice n the google suite had helps with knowing there are better ways to do things #also just knowing the keyboard shortcuts n stuff helps a lot too. if i can keyboard shortcut smth i am shortcutting that shit #the worm speaks #i think i'm probably also just good at learning software bc of a willingness to explore settings n read title popups when you hover buttons #at the same time idk how i learned shortcuts like ctrl+h. probably through gdoc usage for years? but then how did i find it there...

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kyouka-supremacy · 2 years

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OH WOW I JUST GOT AROUND TO READING THAT LONG POST OF YOURS AND I'M GONNA CRY

Chapter 88 vibes 😭💔 Akutagawa is cannonically in love with Atsushi and that's it I don't care if asagiri himself comes and says otherwise HE IS IN LOVE AND THAT'S IT

Oooooooowwww aaaaaaawwwwwww you're so sweet thank you so much 😭😭😭 Is this the post you're talking about? It's a nice one, thank you for giving it your time!!!!!

I really like the ship because honestly,,,,, they make so much sense together despite being written to hate each other!! I'll do you a better one for funzies: their relationship is so beautiful exactly because they were written to hate each

It's like they were perfect together in ways that became independent and got out of the author's control; it's like their love was strongest than the narrative that wanted to keep them apart and it's just. SO BEAUTIFUL. Shipping them feels like recognizing they were written like it was their destiny to hate each other yet they defeated their destiny! Their love defeated their destiny, their love was strongest than a narrative that trapped them in a world of hate where they were fated to suffer for eternity. And I think that's beautiful, they make me happy 💕💕

Idk, in a world where they were meticulously created to hate each other, raised with opposite modalities, given real reasons of resentment and loathing towards each other etc., for them to love each other has the beauty of miracles in it. Like, isn't it beautiful? To be able to say “wow, love is real” even if it's just within a little fic where they get to kiss. They make me happy!!!

Also c'mon them being in love adds so many layers to both Atsushi and Akutagawa's personalities and honestly makes the characters so much more interesting. The fight against Fukuchi is much more beautiful when you interpret them as sskk being in love. It's literally the post that goes:

the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there.

(via starpeace)

I wasn't kidding about the sskk / Hadestown parallels although honestly,, Hadestown is a masterpiece bsd has nothing to do with; it's literally about rereading chapter 84 and thinking look at them there! They're there standing, breathing, alive. Ready to fight for their lives and ideals. Bust most importantly, they're together. They're together, and that makes them stronger than they could ever be. Because their bond, their love, is the strongest force, and it's able to defeat anything! And you've read those chapters a few times already, you know how it ends, but you see them stand together and you're really like. Maybe they'll do it this time! Maybe this time they'll defeat their own story. And they don't in the end, and everything plays out as for the script, but love was still there!!! I knowww it's not how the story is meant to be interpreted, but c'mon, doesn't it make way more beautiful? I wouldn't want to read it any other way. They make me happy :)

#Honestly if I make even one person turn to appreciate sskk then my time in the bsd fandom won't have gone to waste #Still holding the unofficial title of sskk-manifesto lol #Anon who are you let me hug you 💕💕 This ask made my day!!#And sorry for rambling ahah I can't help it #Like idk bsd may be trash for the most part but seriously having a reader root for the protagonists–#despite already knowing it's going to end in tragedy is perhaps the greatest thing narrative can achieve #Anyways watch / listen to Hadestown 🥰🥰 (New York Theater Workshop)#Rereading the analysis now and laughing my head off #not only because it's fairly badly written and far too euphemistic (but I was having fun lmao)#but mostly because I JUST KEPT ADDING STUFF LIKE ACTUALLY LOOK THEY ALSO COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER IN THIS. AND IN THIS. AND IN #THIS. AND I MAY GO ON FOREVER BUT JU- HOLD ON THIS TOO.#It's not like. bad-bad.#Or at least not bad-bad-bad.#It's just that it's a struggle to write short sentences when ideas just keep overflowing your brain #but sometimes that makes sentences really hard to follow and that's annoying #That and my unhealthy love for repetitions lol #“I love how it looks like Akutagawa is going the closest as he's physically able to complimenting Atsushi” I love this sentence lol #//Physically//‚ like Akutagawa biologically can't compliment Atsushi he's not built for that akxbdkabdkajxhoans #Love it when she goes [This parallel definitely hasn't got any basis but we'll act like it does because I'm having fun lol]#AAAAAHHH TAGS #No actually one more thing #I was being hopelessly romantic when writing this and I was going to make pancakes so I drew them pink while writing this lol #But although I ship them and like to think they're in love in fics #In the Fukuchi fight... Akutagawa was the only one in love AND HE HELL WAS but it wasn't requited #Like even in the unlikely scenario Atsushi is ever going to requite Akutagawa's feelings–#in my personal headcanon he'll only do so after the Fukuchi fight #sskk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #tag later

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iamthescalesofjustice · 2 years

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had a dream segment that was so perplexing that i literally ignored the next part of my dream to sit down and analyze it.

#on one hand yeah sure what if dean winchester and the yiling patriarch were at canaan house. sure okay why not #on the other hand i dont fucking go to whatever fandom that second character is from and my understanding of the first is derived #largely from osmosis that itself apparently draws almost entirely from early and very late supernatural with massive gaps in between #where its just question marks that ive never cared enough to even make a cursory attempt to fill #there were other characters from other stuff there too its just that those two stood out bc i at least know the other characters #here is the sum total i know about the character called 'the yiling patriarch': they are referred to by this title instead of their name #commonly enough that i have seen it on the internet. they are from something written by the same person who wrote scum villain? there is #apparently necromancy in that setting. and thats it.#the connections i know of between that setting and the locked tomb are as follows: necromancy happens. also many of the characters have #multiple names and titles which they are referred to by which makes attempting to look into the series to get a feel for it and see if you #may want to get into it an exercise in frustration #this is all stuff i hashed out when i was ignoring the rest of the dream as it unfolded around me bc i was busy instead wracking my brains #for it bc i couldnt just look it up bc i would have to wake up to do that and i didnt want to yet if i could avoid it. which was the right #move bc i did end up getting back into the dream plot towards the end but i literally missed a whole middle segment and the introductory #stuff to the scenario of the last big segment before i woke up bc of this. bc i had to process that right after it happened

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chaelinsbitch · 2 years

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omg i read your # s about the post of 2 baddies audio and damn! you're so right

Hey!!!! I'm so sorry this is so late tumblr didn't show me this ask nfjdjdjjd but I'm glad you agree!!! I'll admit 2 baddies isn't exactly one of my favourites of 127 but people are always so incredibly critical of them and I don't understand why? 😭 They're the experimental group, they're supposed to make music that's not mainstream. Why stan if all you're gonna do is complain 💀 I don't understand kpop stan mentality lmao

#i also feel like 2baddies is more mainstream than their usual stuff and i suspect it may have to do w the reaction to sticker and all #like idk i could just be making assumptions too lol #but i just hope 127 don't start doing mainstream stuff just cuz their fans are annoying cuz that's their charm and what i like :/#+ their bsides are much more appealing for wider audiences so just dont listen to their titles if you dont like it? idk 😭 anyway #sorry again that this is late dkdhjd #reply #nominsgirl

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48787 · 3 months

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toki suli nasa wawa li pona suli jaki e pilin mi nasa wawa

(Little too lazy rn to make sure that is grammatically correct, but toki ike is still more toki pona than toki English so I don't care that much hehe, it's good enough for me at least. I would write this blurb in toki pona as well but I still need to work out comparisons a bit more first.)

I made my post ideating a second blog or a Blog Revelation -> Regenesis or maybe something else entirely, and then immediately after posting I refreshed the page and saw people were contemplating the efficacy of this webbed site once again due to unneeded/unwanted/unpopular changes to the site once again, which got me thinking quite a bit more about what I actually wanted out of all this. It was kinda like a sign from the Gods, shedding divine light to guide my path.

And there's such a radiant glow coming from the "Export Blog" button...

I don't think the data theft shit'll be that bad for me specifically, I don't think I did anything here that could be considered "Sensitive" (Relative to any other shitty data stealing websites we keep finding ourselves normalizing) but I suppose you never really know until it's too late. Regardless, I think I don't need to consider the infernal temptation of the big red "Delete Account" button for quite a while until the next Divinely Comedic think happens and the temptation grows stronger. It is such a tempting button how it is alone anyway..

I just might not make as many "public" posts while I focus on my own local environment and a more targeted (and more "secure," whatever that means in this day and age,) audience. I'm so sorry denizens of this social platform, if it feels like I've been deceiving you into thinking I was here to socialize it's because I was and still am (Deceiving you, I mean), I'm really mostly just here to look at shit for wannabe art student inspiration and do pseudo slam poetry that I don't expect anyone to read but post anyway because the adrenaline kick from potentially being held accountable (In any possible way, getting complimented is another form of being held accountable you know.) helps me shape my social anxiety into something more positivity fetishistic. Though I do hope this doesn't come as a shock, as I've said quite a few times by now my first rule is "You are being deceived" and if you were deceived into thinking I was lying it's kinda a skill issue sorry, I literally feel psychic pain when I lie so I try my hardest to just act deceptive rather than actually lie or spread misinformation/false information (I don't know if the distinction between any of these words matters to anyone but me, but hey maybe you can learn the wonders and horrors of Etymology some day!.. Or maybe we should stop telling autistic people shit like "You need to not be expressive in order to be expressive" because that's not deception that's just a fucking lie or weird wannabe proof by contradiction, and I am living proof enough that that doesn't fucking work for people like me who feel the need to be expressive.).

Despite that deception, most of you have been excellent weapons and/or tools and I hope I can use you all again later. Maybe at some point this blog site that supposedly lets people be themselves will eventually let me be myself more too! It'd probably have to make a couple changes before I could consider it "worth" being "myself" on, but hey the future sure is bright ain't it! But if not feel free to message me on whatever communication platform, protocol, or format you prefer whenever you want about whatever (Maybe you like being one of my weapons or tools, idk, it's not my job to judge that beyond how it shapes how I utilize you), even on Tumblr's shitty messaging service if you happen to "prefer" it for some weird reason. I happen to prefer direct messages solely between two distinct entities because it makes the social contract a bit easier to understand or reshape so I'm even willing to put up with Tumblr's shitty messaging service for now, but hey you do you, if you want to try to communicate with me via tags or posts or whatever I'll certainly try to perceive your meaning! Good luck!!

And, if you can bear the raw psionic might emitted from whatever cobbled together homunculus I form to bear the weight of my thoughts (Most likely an even shittier website, but my previous definition of "website" has actually proven to be incorrect so who knows!), know that I have so many more posts in mind that have to go somewhere so you might be able to seize the relatively unique privilege of actually seeing them if you would like. It'd be a good idea to probably have a good understanding of toki pona first though, I'm only speaking English because I lack power to make pu or su mandatory readings in public education and I have yet to master telepathy well enough to psychically transmit the glyphs in a way other brains can actually understand.

I'll still be around, probably still making posts similar to how I have been if focus allows it, but there just won't be any kind of deliberate/active improvement to the format or structure, as well as the natural slowing that occurs whenever focus is diverted. Until I construct my spacebridge, this blog will stagnate at its current level of organization and coherency with the same kind of posts coming at the same or slowed irregular rate. Stagnation should be enraging, but it's merely a diversion of focus till all are one.

Maybe I'll start posting more music posts? idk, i'll feel it out, it might be faster at letting me spew an idea out without having to spend too much focus on, but who knows!

Okay that was a healthy distraction, back to work on the current homunculus! This new homunculus is named "nemesis" and usually uses it/its pronouns but when rodent is @ nemesis sometimes it uses he/him or she/her. She's my lovely baby of extreme power and potential, and I've been siphoning psionic energies and essences to channel within her to the point where its finally sentient, but she still lacks the right amount of perception and aesthetic to really start acting with sapience though (I usually do not separate the two words to make a deliberate etymological point, but I am doing it here to make the point opposite to the one I usually make). She knows I'm proud though!

#yippie peace through tyranny!!#pretentious wannabe art student posting #I need to get around to printing out my weird triune of matrices (Matrixs? The etymology of cybertronian stuff can get muddied sometimes)#The Matrix of 1. Leadership 2. Deception and 3. Conquest will have their places *somewhere* in the enclosure I just need to work it out #May your hours be dark so they may shed their light!!#I also need to write the sister-grimoires of 1. toki moli 2. toki nasa and 3. toki pilin #Still working on toki pilin's title but “pilin” is the closest word for “sin” I have.#(No it would not be “ike” read the lipu Bible to learn more and contemplate sina pilin e mortal existence)#(Oh Christ this gives me ideas for a Divine set too... They wouldn't use “toki” they would probably use lipu instead...)#(lipu ken... lipu kon... lipu kulupu...)#(I am scarily good at this. Not to pat myself on the back or anything but I only was going to write lipu ken but then divined a new triune)#(I really oughtn't've learned about the magic of numbers before going to that bible study... But comedy comes in 3s!!)#I miiiight post all those on this blog?? Maybe?? I'll have to see how progress/focus ebbs and flows #Maybe I'll post the staff planning stuff? Might be good to get more name ideas for my fucking Conscientious Observer #it doesn't seem to like being called “The Mf Eyeclops Staff”#Hell I might even be able to let you fucks use the staff if I get my invocations right!#That could be cool! And a good incentive to figure out more secure I/O/connectivity shit #Alright then I think that's quite enough for one night. Till all are one. No mercy! You are being deceived!! <3

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 3 months

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FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)

You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.

But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.

(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"

From the 404 article:

A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

So please, go click that opt-out button.

(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”

It should make a difference! Go click that button.

(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"

This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:

This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.

And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:

zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.

So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)

Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)

(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"

I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.

Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:

The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.

So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*

But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:

The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.

On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:

For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.

Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.

If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.

Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.

I hope this helps!

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the-laws-of-physics-were-harmed · 1 year

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I don't trust anyone who liked the ending of Shadow and Bone series 2 /hj

#It was actually terrible #The books weren't perfect but they were better than this #I may rant about this for the next few days #They killed off a character I really liked #And yeah he dies in the books too #But in /King of Scars/#The last book series (so far)#I'm so annoyed #Also they rushed through the plot and removed a lot of stuff that really would have been better than some of the stuff they added #Trying to fit two books into one series was never going to work #And all those random extra things they added? Only made it worse #I'll accept the addition of the Crows because they were in series one #And it made sense to introduce them since hopefully there'll be a Six of Crows adaptation #(I say hopefully but it's only hopefully if they manage to make it decent)#Oh and also there's something that was meant to be done to show the new equality between the Grisha orders #But nope!#They changed it #Kept the title but changed the meaning #If they'd changed the title it'd be /fine/#But they didn't #I'm going to shut up now before I bore you all more than I already have

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I want to share what has to be the funniest scene from my story. It’s something from an early chapter and doesn’t involve enough to give the whole story or require much of the story itself to understand. So, have it. Quick intro to the point in the plot: They’re hunting an oligarch. That’s all you really need to know.

I call it the Birdwatching Stakeout. Click the read more. You know you’re curious. ;)

The day was so dry and hot. The car’s air conditioning could hardly keep up with the sunlight bearing down on it. Pete and Ayla were right back in the same spot on the street from the week before in front of Skylights Company building.

“I swear to god, if you put the AC down to sixty-eight again when we get home…” Ayla grumbled as Pete reached for the air conditioning on the dashboard again.

He leaned back before turning it cooler yet again. “I miss the cold already. This is excruciating,” he said.

“You know you’ll get used to it.”

“I wasn’t used to it when I lived here and I’m still not now,” he laughed. “I want snow.”

“It’s May.”

“That hasn’t stopped it before.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I miss that too. I haven’t seen it since I left New York… And that’s been, what? Thirteen years now?”

“Maybe I do want to eventually get back into Canada. Out in Virginia is okay, but it’s not that.”

Ayla sighed, shaking her head, “Maybe one day you will. But please stop freezing me out at night.”

“What about now?”

“Now is fine, but don’t kill the car battery. I don’t want to ask somebody for a jump out here.”

“I can do that.”

They fell into another silence. Pete reached for his energy drink in the cupholder beside him and watched the building’s gate closely. There was far less traffic than there was last weekend.

“I wonder if he’s even here today,” he said. “…I should go in there.”

Ayla abruptly reached over and laid her fingers over his wrist. “I think that’s the caffeine talking. Your heart rate is ridiculously fast. Don’t do something stupid.”

He leaned closer to the window, looking down the street. “There’s that ‘park’ next door that reaches past the building. I could go through there to get behind it and check around back for a potential entrance.”

“I just said not to do something stupid,” Ayla muttered.

He didn’t seem to hear her. “There’s got to be a second-floor window that’s unlocked. Maybe it’s calm enough in there that I could slip in unnoticed. Then I can find out if Walford is even here today. Maybe even find my way to the top floor,” he pondered, looking over the building. “That or find the parking lot and see if there’s some high value car sitting out there. I doubt any of his workers could afford something nice. There’s no way he’s paying them well with how much he’s got. Maybe the old bastard has a Rolls Royce or something. That would be obvious.”

Ayla silently stared at him. “Are you done now?”

He questioningly glanced back at her.

“You should go out there and search around but don’t go inside. You’re just asking to get into trouble,” she said critically. “Searching the parking lot could be a good idea. But who knows if he’s one of those rich guys with a regular economy car? Some of them are like that.”

“Fair point…” he breathed out.

Pete then reached behind him and pulled a backpack from the backseat. He started going through it, pulling out various things.

“Alright, I’m going to bring the IR camera, a regular one, and…” he trailed off, pulling the IR camera from the bag. “…Though there’s likely cameras in there… Hmm.”

Ayla leaned over and opened the center console. “I don’t want to go through the hassle of figuring out how to dye hair that’s as dark as yours,” she said, pulling out a beanie from the stacks of junk she had already accumulated in there. She held it out to him and as soon as he took it, she pulled a hair tie off from around her wrist, handing it to him as well.

“…Oh,” he breathed out, looking to the hair tie.

“It’s long enough to do that now.”

“No way,” he said, just wanting to prove her wrong. He pushed the bag off his lap and down in front of his feet. He put the hair tie on his wrist and began a long struggle of gathering his hair up.

“Don’t forget the back too,” she pointed out.

He sighed, finally getting it together. Once it was up, it was obviously tight and barely long enough to stay held. He flicked down the visor for the mirror for a brief second. “I hate this. This is going to give me such a fucking headache,” he said, flipping it back up.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine,” Ayla said, motioning to the beanie as well.

He put that on as well. The hair was out of the question for an identifier. That paired with a high-collared button up hid the tattoo on his collarbone and the usual odd contouring Ayla had done, he wasn’t the same person visually.

“Okay, if I get caught near around the back of the building, I’m going with the ‘confused birdwatcher’ for this one,” he said, grabbing the cameras again. “And you should pull around the corner to the front of the park. Not near the entrance though. Don’t want to be suspicious.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I swear I’ve got the same damn security guard from last weekend eying the car,” Ayla said.

“He can’t do shit unless you’re on the property. It’s fine. But I’m more worried about what’s out back,” he said, closing the bag again.

“…Hold on, ‘confused birdwatcher’?” she asked as he reached for the door handle.

He stopped and looked back to her to quickly explain, “Okay, back in Montana, I was at that national park after hours again and got stopped by a park ranger. He of course was there to kick me out for being there and I didn’t want to be brought home by the police again for sneaking out again. So, I ended up coming up with this really enthusiastic lie about how I was trying to find a certain bird that only appeared during those hours. The guy tried to give me advice about it and let me off with a warning about how he saw a bear around. Then I, of course, ended up still meeting up with Logan on the trails.”

“…I both envy and worry about your childhood,” Ayla said after a moment.

He nodded slightly, unsure how to respond. He grabbed the camera and said, “This is what sells it.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why did you have a camera when you were sneaking out to meet your boyfriend?”

“It wasn’t anything bad, I swear,” he said quickly. “We found a ravine off the path, and it looked fucking amazing at night. It was a full moon; the lighting was great. That was why.”

She doubtfully tilted her head towards him. “Okay… Sounds cool, I guess… Uh, go find the parking lot.”

He nodded and quickly got out of the car. As soon as he shut the door, Ayla was already preparing to pull into the street to go around the corner.

Pete headed down the street, towards the park entrance, carefully looking around for further security and cameras. The only camera should be set in the large tree towards the center of the garden. Everywhere but the entrance should be invisible to it. The cameras on the opposite side of the fence in the back were the ones to worry about.

He kept his hand on the camera, only now noticing just how much he was involuntarily shaking. Maybe today was the one day where so much caffeine wasn’t a good idea. It’s been so long since he had gotten proper rest that he had forgotten how caffeine affected him.

He walked around the small garden path into the back where he could visibly see the cameras mounted on the wall outside the building. There was no way around those. He was going to be seen no matter what he could do.

Birdwatcher. It’s perfect. This is a park. There’s got to be a bird around here. He thought, looking over the park, seeing if there were any around.

There weren’t.

This is a shitty excuse for a park. It has only one tree. He then noticed a pigeon on the opposite side of the fence. I would prefer the courtyard to this too, bud. He had to stifle a laugh about how ironic this was for his excuse as he carefully stepped over the flowers to press against the fence.

He peered over the top, keeping an eye on the bird and the cameras just above it. The courtyard was empty. This was perfect timing. Pete reached up and pulled himself over the fence in one quick motion.

As he started across the courtyard, he looked back at the pigeon. It only looked back at him. This was a bird that was very used to people around. He squatted down barely a foot away from the bird and it stayed in place.

I wish I had something to give him. Bread maybe. He thought, laying the camera on the ground, and taking a picture of it just to help his case of being the ‘birdwatcher’. It was just a pigeon and if anybody knew anything about birds, this might not work. The picture came out super well. The bird was looking right at the camera as if it had been posing.

“Yeah, I’m calling you Jacques. You’re cute as all hell, bud,” he whispered, barely reaching out towards the bird. It was then that it finally hopped away from him.

He stood back up, knowing that he couldn’t let Jacques distract him. Even if he knew that if he reached fast enough, he could easily catch it. But then what? He has a pigeon. No matter how badly he wants to do that, now is not the time.

“Alright, bud, where’s the parking lot?” he asked quietly, glancing back to the bird.

To his surprise, Jacques flapped up to a nearby picnic table, looking back to him. He followed the bird as it hopped from table to table and up onto the canopy covering the courtyard. The bird seemed to be pointing towards the back of the building.

Behind the building, there was a short private road leading from the opposite side. A line of hazard markers lined the edge of the courtyard and led into a parking garage tunnelling below the building.

There’s no way that bird just pointed me where to go. Pete thought, looking back to the pigeon. It was still on the top of the canopy, looking towards the private road to the parking lot. Pete then spotted a brightly colored food truck parked in the street just on the other side. Oh. Jacques wants food. Can’t blame him. A taco truck right there is tempting… Okay, focus. Where’s the security back here?

Pete looked around carefully for any cameras that weren’t accounted for. There was one right at the entrance of the garage and one by the gate at the end of the road. Both looked to be the larger cameras like on the sides of the building and at the secret factory in the next town over.

He took a breath before heading into the garage, ducking down near the wall to avoid the camera. The garage went further into the ground than expected. It was starkly dark, and cars were lined up in an organized manner. It was so organized that it could be necessary to get around any valets working.

There were bright lights towards the back. That spot should be avoided. He continued down the lines, looking over everything inside. There were mostly cheap cars in there, assumably all employees.

It wasn’t until he got to the second floor lower, that he saw something that could be a higher-class worker. He crouched behind an expensive electric car and took a quick picture of the license plate and what it was. This way, he might be able to confirm the owner. It’s possible this might be the car they’ll have to follow later. Upon further investigation, there were three other cars of this type. He took note of every license plate number and model.

Abruptly, the lights on the bottom floor turned on. Pete ducked between the cars and knelt in front of one, just behind the tire. This was as invisible as he could get.

“I can’t believe that old bastard took a damn taxi last night. And he has the balls to call in and order me to drive his damn car home today! He was the one drinking on the clock!” a gruff voice sounded from the other side of the floor.

“He’s the boss. We gotta listen to the boss man,” another said.

“What’s stopping him from doing this himself? Had he just lost himself in his privilege?” the first asked. He then softened his voice in a mocking tone, “Like, ‘Oh, my driver can handle this. No, he won’t get any extra pay or bonus from taking time out of his workday to help me. I own this man.’ Fuck him.”

“I get it. I know. It’s fucking annoying, but it is our job.”

“This isn’t part of the job description. I’m here to park for the employees and keep their cars safe down here, not run errands for this asshole.”

I hope they’re talking about Walford. Pete thought, slowly creeping towards one of the less extravagant cars to hide.

The two men stepped up to the last car he had taken information from, barely five feet away from him. He slid behind the tire of car just beside them as they continued to argue about their plans on getting back. They eventually landed on one of them driving their personal car to follow so they could get back to work.

Pete stayed put, silently listening to every move. He couldn’t make any movements until the lights were off again. It didn’t take much longer for the two valets to drive the car out and the lights to shut off behind them. He pulled out the camera and looked over the pictures, making a mental note of which one it was. Now to get out of here.

Pete slowly made his way out the same way he got in. He made sure to hang back from the exit as he carefully watched the valet get his personal car to follow their boss’s. He ducked back behind another car and waited a few minutes for them to be gone.

Once they were, he came back out and headed for the exit. He dodged the garage camera again and headed back to the courtyard. Jacques was still there, sitting on a picnic table. It looked to him and cooed, flying back up to the canopy, looking towards the nearby taco truck.

Sorry, bud, I’m broke. I’d buy you some chips if I could. He thought, looking to the pigeon disappointedly.

“Hey, you! The courtyard is closed to tours today!” A yell came from across the courtyard.

…Oh fuck. Think of something. Pete turned to the voice and called back, “Sorry, I was out at that park looking for birds! One ended up coming over here and I followed it. I’ll leave!”

“Birds? There’s nothing but pigeons out here!” the guard yelled back, still approaching him quickly.

“Pigeons?” Pete gasped, acting offended. “You can’t tell the difference between a common pigeon and a gorgeous Jacques’s Dove?”

The guard stopped barely five feet away from him. He looked up to the pigeon on the canopy. “…I don’t know enough about birds to say, but I’m pretty sure that’s a pigeon, man,” he said, looking to him questioningly.

Pete scoffed; he was having fun with it at this point. “That’s no pigeon. You can tell he’s a Jacques’s Dove by his blue beak and pinkish plumage! That thin neck just further points to being a dove! Besides, I have no idea why such a rare bird would be out here. The forums online made it seem like this was a real park where they could be seen, not some tiny ass garden! I can’t blame the bird for going elsewhere. That’s a shit excuse for a park.”

The guard was visibly confused. “…That—That’s a fat dove… Uh… Yeah… The park sucks…” he took a step back, glancing over at the small park over the fence. “Well, you saw the dove, right? So, can you… can you go now?”

Pete raised up his hands and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I got my pics. I was already on my way out. Sorry for causing trouble.”

“Yeah, no problem. Just… Don’t do it again. Stay in the park,” the guard said.

He stayed in place, watching Pete carefully as he headed out towards the street. There was no point in climbing the fence again when there’s a guard already closely watching. He headed around the corner and started down the street towards where Ayla had parked in front of the park.

He got into the car as soon as he found it. He pointed forward, telling her to get moving. She immediately did.

“So, there’s two valets heading towards Walford’s house right now to bring him his car. I got the license plate number and I think they shouldn’t be too far from here,” he said. “Thought I did get held up a little by a guard.”

“How’d you get away from that one so easily?” she asked.

“I made him to think a pigeon was a rare dove,” he chuckled. He pulled up the recent photos on the camera and showed her the picture of the pigeon in question. “This is Jacques. He’s a pigeon.”

She glanced at the picture and laughed. “I can’t believe that worked.”

#its the gaslighting about a pigeon scene #its like a 15 min read not too long i couldn't tell you how many words tho #and honestly a good intro scene for one of the protags #even tho this one is a little bit of an outlier for him bc he's usually tired and angry but its a good tell of character #bc it's a good day when you've gotten proper sleep. have an energy drink. and have been spending time sitting in a car with a friend #taks speaks #out west #(btw new tag for when i decide to ramble about this stuff its the current title which may honestly get changed)#btw jaques' dove isn't a real species i did the research to make sure it wasn't lmao #another small thing i was realizing while rereading this part #is Pete is the same person who picked up a stray cat at one point and couldn't think of a name At All #so he ended up taking it to the vet to get neutered and such bc male cats spray and ew #and he's there at the vet staring at this little black cat entirely unable to form a name and just writes 'Shadow' on the paper #bc the cat is hiding in the shadows of the carrier. the name stuck. that cat is shadow #but yet. he manages to pull out a proper name for a random ass pigeon he finds #he's definitely the guy who picks up animals he finds. free cat in the street. friendly pigeons.#all except dogs. he's a cat person. but his current bf has managed to gather three whole dogs at one point #he's not in this scene at all but through the entire story he is never without a dog. specifically this little gray pitbull #and that little dog even won over pete who was very adamant about not liking dogs. she's a good dog. a very good dog.#also most of the gathering of dogs was revenge for bringing home Shadow bc his bf is allergic to cats and that's a whole damn thing #these are just random background points that have literally nothing to do with the plot tbh #but yeah. all this. I have years into these characters and they're finally formed into their own complex people #they are also now to the point of essentially moving the story themselves. they're just taking me along for the ride at this point #and this scene was very much one of those scenes

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songsofadelaide · 1 month

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You and your husband were hardly sleeping together lately. You couldn't blame him. He was busy beyond words and he had a duty to the realm. He was king, after all.

When Marcille heard you were having trouble sleeping, she personally made you some dream balm, which was really just a concoction of beeswax, fragrant lavender, chamomile, bergamot, and some crimson herb you couldn't identify because the heavens forbid the queen not get enough rest— and more stuff you didn't hear because of how off you've been feeling from the lack of sleep.

So when the evening rolled by with her dusk-coloured skirts across the sky, you decided to turn in for the night and made use of the aromatic balm Marcille concocted especially for you. You rubbed the sweet yet waxy substance on your temples, behind your ears, and a little bit on your wrists and other pulse points and called it a day.

But your sleepiness was chased out of your body because you were hearing things.

Your shared bedchamber with the king was dimly lit and there was no one else there but you.

You could hear the thoughts and desires from your bed frame. Your... your pillow? And not just your thoughts, but Laios', too.

"Kiss me, please—"

"—Let me hold you..."

"You're so beautiful..."

You could hear his thoughts in his voice in your head— his voice so calm and patient and perhaps a bit tired-sounding— as though he was simply whispering them to you. His thoughts were so embarrassingly loud that it did not help your case of sleeplessness at all.

"Don't look away from me... I want to see your face."

The balm was warm behind your ears and on your pulse and it made you cry a little bit because by the gods, you missed your husband and his voice in your head and your half-empty bed were nothing but torment for you. You held his pillow in your arms and ducked under the covers to hide from... from your own embarrassment. If you weren't going to get any sleep, you may as well tire yourself out instead.

Laios was always incredibly honest with himself. He was never one to shy away from things. He would tell you he wants you— he desires you— without missing a beat. And so his voice in your head with his somewhat disrespectful tone, telling you to take all of him, made your imagination work overtime.

"Are you asleep already? I apologise for not being able to spend that much time with you lately..."

Oh, his voice was apologetic this time. Nothing like the seductive phrases you've been hearing for the last half hour or so.

"Ah, Laios..."

It was only when you felt the bed shift and the covers lifted up that you realised it was him for real this time.

"I—" You stammered at him, your face warm and hands even warmer underneath your night garments.

"W—" Laios was about to ask you something, but he hardly got a word in when you grabbed your shared blanket and cocooned yourself in complete shock. "Hey, there's no need to hide from me..."

He coaxed you out of the covers and into his arms and tenderly kissed away the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"My lord husband, I—"

He chuckled at how cold his title sounded as it escaped your lips. "Didn't I hear you call me by my name just moments ago?"

"I-It's embarrassing enough that you caught me in such a state!"

"Well, you don't have to be in that kind of state if you would just call for me," he said as he rubbed circles on the back of your dominant hand. "I have my duties to this kingdom, but I also have my duties to you, my queen, my wife... Just tell Marcille and Kabru that you need me. I'll come running no matter where I am or what I'm doing."

"Oh, right. Marcille gave me this weird balm. She said it was supposed to be a sleep remedy but it got me all hot and bothered instead because I was hearing you all over the place..."

You handed the canister of balm to your husband, who twisted it open and gave it a little whiff. "Lavender, chamomile, bergamot... and some saffron, if I'm right. No wonder you're burning up."

"Why?"

"Saffron is a, uh..." It was his turn to be embarrassed this time. "Well, Senshi and Chilchuck once told me to steer clear of certain plants because of their... certain strange properties. Saffron is one of them. They're kind of like an aphrodisiac, after all."

"A... what?"

"Let's just say it's a spice," he said in conclusion, slowly drawing you into a kiss. "Now, do you want to pick up where you left off? Only I'm here now, so..."

On the other side of the castle was the advisor to the king and the kingdom's head mage in complete panic at how she accidentally switched turmeric for saffron for the queen's dream balm.

Kabru simply laughed off her rookie mistake. "You did them a favour, Marcille. Trust me when I say the king's going to thank you first thing in the morning."

✦ A little something again for us Laios lovers. Can be considered a spiritual sequel to Means Something.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#mari's prompts 🎠#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden x reader #laios x reader #laios dungeon meshi #i dreamt of this and typed it in a rush because i might forget #things i can't stop thinking abt lol #starry divider by @/cafekitsune

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