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#so infrequently do i make it these days lmao
a-libra-writes · 20 days
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can I please request for a Mordecai Heller x female reader? like reader is a showgirl who sings on stage like Mitzi one and tends to attract a lot of attention but backs out when they feel this murdercat plotting their death lmao. thank you 😁
heyo! I decided to do a looot of the cats for this one, since its p similar to my Peaky Blinders Jazz Singer post that I was fond of. GN Reader.
Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!
Rocky - When he was hired and met you for the first time, it was absolutely an "infatuation at first sight" situation. Pros!: He's unfailingly polite and sweet, he seems to play with even more energy when you two share a stage, his grin is very off-putting to creeps who shout up at the stage and harass you. Cons: He can get quite distracted when you two share a stage. Many times Zib has had to pull him back with the rest of the band, because he keeps unintentionally scooting closer to you.
The worst part of the Lackadaisy falling onto hard times is the fact you rarely worked there now - you had to sing at other clubs to make ends meet. One of Rocky's big motivators for getting the club back to its old self is you'd come back! Forever this time! (Probably). Rocky doesn't exactly have the time or money to visit the other clubs you work at, so he wants all of your attention during your infrequent visits to the Lackdaisy.
Freckle - Look, he's a shy kid, and the whole 'sneaking out under cover of night to do bootlegging/torpedo shenanigans' is still new. He doesn't have a lot of experience or frame of reference for what a good club singer is like, but Freckle thinks you've got to be one of the best. You have to be, right? Your voice is wonderful and you look positively celestial under the stage lights - wait, that's weird to think, right? Thank God he didn't say it out loud. ... He didn't, right?
Freckle hasn't the slightest idea of how to approach you, so it's up to Ivy and his cousin to drag him over and attempt conversation. It's... a little pitiable, but he's trying. That said, he's surprisingly outspoken and a little scary if someone tried to mess with you while you performed. You're used to the heckles and catcalls, but it's shocking to see that shy tabby jump up from his seat and raise his voice at them.
Ivy - She liked you from the moment she first saw you perform at the Lackdaisy, and that crush hasn't dulled over the months. She maaaay have kept a few posters that advertised the clubs you sang at, and may or may not have cajoled her way into those clubs so she could watch the show. She could easily sweet talk her way to backstage, too - seems you've got a fan.
When the Lackadaisy goes downhill, it's Ivy who wants to sweet talk you into returning. You'll bring in a crowd! The acoustics are great! Pretty pleeease? Her dad Ivy will pay you and not get in trouble until months later when the family accountant goes over the finances. Obviously she cares about the club's wellbeing, but she also wants to spend time with you! Though she's bold enough to just ask you outright. She's also bold enough to outright shout and fight anyone whose heckling you - throwing a heel is a favorite tactic.
Viktor - You're someone he saw often in the olden days, back when the club could afford to have you perform several times a week rather than once a month. Viktor never cared much for the cacophony the crowd and music made, though he knew objectively you were an excellent performer. Rather than endure the crowd, he'd listen to your voice drift across the caves backstage, rehearsing with the band or just by yourself. It was pleasant to listen to, and he could do so in private, either coming back from a job or about to go on one.
Once things began to fall apart, it's not as though he went around to clubs ... or anywhere, really. So if you stopped performing at the Lackadaisy, you might never see each other again. Choosing to stay (or at least do a few pity gigs) would lead to the surprising sight of the big, morose Slav working behind the bar and watching from there, rather than his previous hideouts. It's a little intense to be under that stare... but not all unpleasant? And given how sparse the crowd is, anyone making trouble and catcalling will get dealt with so promptly, they won't even have time to finish their wolf whistle.
Zib - Well, obviously he's going to be drawn in by an attractive singer. Come on. Zib can be smooth when he wants, chainsmoker-scent and rumpled clothes aside. The band likes to tease him mercilessly about it, but that doesn't stop him from cozying up while you two perform together and shooting his shot backstage after every show. Back when the Lackadaisy was thriving, he could afford to hang out at the other clubs you performed at; nowadays, though, that's not so likely.
Even so, starting up a friendship or even fling wouldn't be difficult. He's attracted to and interested in creative spirits, doubly so if you two had very different taste (so there's more to discuss!) and you got on well with the rest of the band. Late-night debates about this musician or that show over a game of cards and several bottles of wine, either together or with the rest of the boys, and waking up half-dressed and seriously hungover come sunrise. Opportunities for visiting would dwindle as the Lackadaisy's business dried up, though if you stayed on ... No, he wouldn't want that for you. If anything you'd be mentioning to him and the band that there's other places to perform to pay the bills. Well, it'd be food for thought.
Wick - Wick wouldn't call himself a music aficionado, especially what's listened to at these rowdy speakeasies, but he won't deny how hard it was to focus on his business associates when you were on stage. So when he discovered you often performed at his favorite club, it was a pleasant surprise. He really wanted to speak with you at some point, at least compliment the performance, but didn't want to come off as those typical entitled wealthy guys who get too fresh with ""lower"" class performers ... so sometimes you'd find flowers in the dressing room and an anonymous note of appreciation.
He finally gets a conversation when you're a guest at a posh party he's attending, or when you continue to perform at the Lackadaisy in spite of the dwindling crowd. It's a shame your large audience is missing, but at least it's way less awkward for him to strike up conversation when you come to the bar? He probably won't bring up the flowers. Oh god, what if you think that's weird. You probably assumed the flowers were some freak fan. Is he a freak fan? He's not, right? (It will take him like months of dating to finally admit to the flowers thing)
Serafine - A good-looking cat with a nice set of pipes is certainly someone she'd notice, especially if they were a regular performer at the Marigold Room and other places she frequented before that. If it was the former, she'd have plenty of chances to wink when you met eyes, "chancing" across you backstage or just being forward and chatting you up after the show. She certainly isn't shy about expressing her interest, and it could be a fun fling.
You do look adorable swinging your hips and swaying your tail along to the beat, not to mention the different get-ups you have to dress in. Serafine maaaay or may not have wanted to help pick a suit out, or help with make-up, or give you some of her jewelry to wear... It's half marking her territory and half she loves to lounge around your dressing room and be a pest. You'd never kick her out and she knows it. She'll do it in other clubs, too, though you have no idea how she keeps getting past security.
Nico - Like his sister, he has no qualms nor shame about trying to get your attention on stage. Unlike Serafine, though, he'd start doing it immediately and be a general pest after the show. The difference between his attention seeking and the other men's in the audience is he actually has some charisma when you two meet backstage, so you're only slightly inclined to tell him to buzz off. He wasn't much of a music expert, and he still isn't ... But he likes hearing you rehearse and hum to yourself, and it's endearing when he requests songs.
He's pleased when you get gigs at the Marigold Room, as it's easier to hang around before and after the show - and bonus, he gets to be extra aggressive with throwing creeps out to impress you! But if you're performing elsewhere then Nico will stop by. He might be bruised and/or bloody because he just left a job, but don't worry! Sometimes he'll even bring flowers or whatever - though without Serafine knowing, she'd never let him live it down.
Mordecai - He wouldn't approach you any differently from others - he'd still be his usual prickly, anti-social, often awkward self - in fact, he might avoid an avid performer, simply because they often have fans around them or at least people recognizing them. What could get his notice was someone whose real persona is very different from their ostentatious self on stage - more quiet and pensive, perhaps. Like any attempt at friendship, let alone romance, it's slow going with him.
That said, he's the type to admire professionalism in a performance. A well put together outfit, thoughtful musical arrangement (as if he's an expert ...). He wouldn't like a femme presenting singer have to wear skimpy clothes or tolerate a rowdy audience. If there was a questionable manager or creepy fan bothering them, Mordecai can deal with that, at least, not that he'd tell his friend/partner. Mordecai would generally glare down any touchy fans and annoying admirers like a jealous terrier. This amuses Mitzi to no end.
Asa - Simply put, he saw you performing at a ritzy party he was invited to and reached out to your manager so you might perform on a weekly basis at the Marigold Room. Very professional! He'd send flowers with his name to the dressing room afterward, would make sure you're finding everything to your liking and not being bothered by anyone. Requests to continue performing would bypass your manager to being nice, short handwritten notes.
Eventually he'd pay you extra and treat you to a nice dinner afterward, if you were comfortable with it. If you let the older man down, he's not too bothered. He'd continue the friendly business relationship and would still send flowers and so on. He'd rather keep you as a good business associate and continue to enjoy the performances than let his silly feelings get in the way. Alas, he is hopeless at discussions of your music. My guy called a ukelele a tiny guitar.
Wes - He never hung around the Marigold Room after hours - it's his workplace, and not really his vibe - but it's very hard to resist not sitting by for an hour (or three) with a drink while you finish your set. Sometimes you two will meet eyes, or he thinks you are, and he considers dropping backstage to say ... hello? He's an 'employee', so isn't checking up on you a normal thing to do? Make sure you're satisfied with the Marigold Room and all that. Right.
Ironically that's how he's finally able to meet the singer he's been mooning over for months. A drunk patron was getting too cozy on your way out, and Wes happened to be there. His face and ... charming demeanor is good for scaring off upper class wimps. So there's that. He's not so bad, though - clumsy, and prooobably realizes you're out of his league. You get to see more of his earnest side when you two meet outside of the Marigold Room, where his fellow murderous gangsters coworkers aren't watching yalls every move with popcorn in hand.
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strawhatsoraya · 2 years
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Your writing is amazing so i want to request a fluff-nsfw oneshot! Y/N is the short, affectionate and shy blacksmith of Straw Hat who has unrequited feelings for Zoro. After Dressrosa arc, Law inevitably starts to fell in love with her despite knowing her feelings for the swordman so he never tried anything. In Wano, when she found Zoro and Hiyori sleep together she breaks her heart and starts to be more low-spirited. One night, Law decide to show Y/N that he's better option than her nakama.
Hey Nonnie! I hope you're doing well. It's been a week, give or take, since you sent this in. I think that's pretty good considering my track record! LOL. I wanted to be a little more concise with this request but it got away from me and I have 2.4k for you. I don't know if you prefer shorter or longer fic so sorry lol. I usually tend to be very long winded. I hope you enjoy regardless! Thanks for requesting!
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Forget Him
LAW X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 2.4k (this has taken me all day omg) CONTENT WARNING: Kissing, biting, groping, profanity (?? i think), Law can be a little mean but that's cause he's impatient and Y/N is playing games, dom!law, rough!law, the man says you can keep the clothes on it's all the same to him, i didn't proof read this so if you say typos or mistakes just look away and leave me alone!!! unless you want to proof read for me lmao A SUMMARY: Y/N loves Zoro, Law loves Y/N but when Y/N gets her heart broken the Surgeon of Death takes it upon his own capable hands to heal what ails them (maybe)
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It began as admiration. 
He was strong, and determined. His dedication to his dream was unparalleled by anyone that wasn’t your captain, Monkey D. Luffy. Roronoa Zoro was someone you looked up to. 
He was a distant cloud in a mostly empty blue sky. Although he covered the expanse of your line of sight, your fingers never grazed him when you’d reach out to grasp him. You were okay with keeping your hands empty. Instead, you busied them with your work, building up calluses on top of calluses. Zoro was relentless in battle and keeping his swords in top shape was something you pride yourself on. It was as if you were his partner. Almost, anyway.
You knew in the way he smiled at you, that his feelings were as shallow and simple as his expression. He concealed nothing because there was nothing to hide. Zoro’s goal had been something you both discussed, as you beat his blades into submission, repairing the nicks on the steel’s edge. He wanted to be the greatest and strongest swordsman. You wanted to support him. 
Sometimes you wondered what had been your original dream when you set out at sea, and decided to join the Strawhats when Luffy asked. You had forgotten already, and sometimes it shamed you. So you threw yourself wholeheartedly into your work, thoughts scattering away every time your hammer came down.
You met Law while he was wearing a scowl on his face. Luffy introduced him to the crew, with an expression that was the complete opposite: excited and joyful. You couldn’t help the small laugh that shook your shoulders, and you had tried to hide it behind your hand. Law had noticed anyway, and he fixed his golden gaze on you.
Sometimes you’d think about that while working on Zoro’s swords. Sometimes you don't think about it at all.
It was hard to think about anything, much less your feelings, with everything that was happening. Once your crew arrived at Wano you all had your own missions to complete. You took up residence in a small stall, offering your services as a blacksmith. It was hard at first. There was plenty of competition, but you ended up having a small set of regulars who were always pleased with your work. Zoro would visit you infrequently, just to catch up. You knew he only wanted to make sure you were okay, but you couldn’t help feeling elated whenever you’d see his swaggering figure coming up the dirt path. He was always wearing a grin on his face and holding a bottle of sake in one hand. It seemed like he belonged here all along.
Perhaps, that is the reason your crew can’t find him. Perhaps that is the reason no one seems too bothered by his disappearance. You tell yourself, logically, it’s because they trust Zoro. They know he is capable, strong, and reliable. There is nothing to worry about. Zoro always appears when he is needed the most. Yet it doesn’t stop your legs from taking action. You make up an excuse for Luffy, and a more elaborate one for Sanji who finally concedes in letting you search alone. You’re convinced you can find him, before anyone else can. You knew him well. This was the least you could do.
The bitter cold settles in your bones as you march through. Vision is blurry, and bright. The blinding snow threatens to deter you but you push through regardless, a burning heart in your chest keeping you warm. It is by sheer luck, you think at first, that you find him.
But that luck quickly twists into a cruel joke. He is asleep next to Hiyori’s body. You don’t dare to move further from the door, the blizzard steadily screeching behind your back. You try to reason with the imagery. It should mean nothing. It meant nothing. Your brain is logical. You are kind, and understanding. You could be these things if you wanted to. This meant nothing. What you saw meant nothing. You nod, trying to convince yourself but your heart is not as easy to bargain with.
Your bottom lip quivers before you set your jaw, and back away slowly into the storm.
The events that unfurled after are as blurry as the snow flurries. They cloud your vision, but don’t reach inside you. Inside, you still feel cold and icy down to your bones. You go about the days in a haze. You answer automatically, and fix a taut smile on your face. You laugh when everyone else laughs, and you pretend to taste your food when you eat. You support your crewmates in battle to the best of your capabilities, as you always do, but your heart is somewhere else.
Your heart is buried under the snow, back at the spot where it broke.
He doesn’t know why no one has noticed. He doesn’t know but he wonders. Perhaps it’s because everyone is so worried about Kaido. Law thinks perhaps it’s because there are so many enemies, so many obstacles, it’s hard to find the right timing to sit down and talk to you. He thinks it’s this until he runs out of excuses. He thinks it’s this until everyone is celebrating, eating, rejoicing at the victory of the battle.
It is cruel how some can feel so lonely while surrounded by others. Law watches you sit by Nami, a small smile on your lips. Your eyes look distant, and while the glow of the fire shines warmly on your skin, your sadness outshines your soft beauty for once. It pains him. He hated to admit it. You were a weakness. You were a wound inflicted that refused to heal. There was no balsam or stitchwork he could perform himself to be rid of you.
He had come to terms with that. His only resolution was now to make you his. But how could he make you come to him when you were still obstinately tying yourself to someone who wanted nothing from you?
His pride had prevented him from seizing the moment before. Law blamed the alcohol in his veins for his sudden lack of inhibitions. It is not like him to stand up while there is a crowd and walk towards you. It is very unlike him to take the seat next to you, and ignore Nami’s presence even when she smiles at him knowingly. It is not like him to brush his knuckles against the hand you used to hold on to your drink, and it’s not like him to lean towards your ear.
His breath is warm against your earlobe. “You should smile more while he’s looking,” he says, a tinge of anger clipping his words. “Why are you letting him win like this?” These aren’t words you want to hear from him right now. So you turn your head, and glare at him. Law is taken aback, at first, surprised that you of all people could manage such an emotion. A smile slowly blooms on his lips. “I think your smile is beautiful but this expression?” He pauses to brush his knuckles up the side of your flushed cheek. It is warm and enticing. He wants to touch you more. “I like this one too.”
You should walk away. You don’t have the energy to deal with Law and his sudden affection, but his hand is warm when his fingers wrap around yours after taking your drink away. You follow him wordlessly as he leads you away. You hear Nami say something but don’t quite listen. She laughs and her giggling fades the further you make it from the party. Law leads you into a small storage room. You look around, unsure of where to stand or you should even be there.
Law leaves you no room to think further. His hands grip your small shoulders and he pushes you against the nearest wall. You smell wet wood, and grains. “We-we can talk without all of this, you know?” You say with as much courage as you can muster. Your face feels extremely hot. Your heart is racing, banging against your chest like war drums. 
“I know,” Law agrees, with a tilt of his head. His hands release your shoulders to fiddle with the obi of your kimono. Your hands find his, and you grasp them with shaking fingers. Law looks up at you. His eyes are usually the color of a setting sun but they are becoming darker and darker. 
“We keep it on? That’s fine too.”
You have no idea what he means, and you think about asking him to elaborate but his mouth presses against yours. You swallow the inhibitions loaded on your tongue. When he comes up for air, you try breathing. “What do you want from me?” you ask him. 
Law breathes noisily. He knew you were shy but seeing you squirm against the wall with his hands on your hips is too much for him to handle. The flush of your cheeks makes him want to kiss them over and over again. You’re peering at him through your lashes, and they flutter, offering him promises he knows you can’t keep.
“Give me tonight,” he answers finally, pulling your kimono off your shoulders to expose skin. He leans forward to drop a kiss; one on each shoulder. “If you still won’t come to me after tonight, I won’t bother you anymore.”
You swallow thickly as he kisses up the column of your neck. His lips are soft against your skin, forcing your eyes closed at the tenderness. You’re not sure if it’s because he is him, or because you are feeling particularly lonely but his touch makes you want to be reckless. You wrap your arms around his shoulders. 
“I’ll make you forget him,” he claims boldly, licking up the shell of one of your ears. You shudder in response, a rattling gasp settling in the back of your throat. 
“You can try,” you say and regret it the moment Law pulls away to look at you. There is a darkness behind his eyes that you can’t quite name. He gathers your face in his hands, and you try to mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught. His kisses are greedy, and sloppy. You never expected that lack of finesse from the Surgeon of Death. His teeth tug on your bottom lip, and the corners of your mouth as his hands move. They slope over your hips to your waist before traversing over your chest. He grabs your breasts, digging his inked fingers until you cry out. 
Pain or please, he isn’t sure but he doesn’t stop to find out.
The small storage room feels hot. You feel drops of sweat sliding down the back of your neck, disappearing somewhere down your back. Law has you gripped by the thighs, picking you up so he can press his hardened cock against your heated core. You hum in pleasure as he buries his face against your neck. His mission is clear. He plans to stake his claim, so he marks you, over and over, leaving small bruises with his name signed in blood. 
Law bites your chin, before groaning against your mouth. “I’m gonna put it in,” he announces but you still shout in shock when you feel his fingers smearing the slick around your folds. You still gasp when he presses his tip against your entrance. His eyes are on your face, looking for any signs of hesitation. You set your jaw in determination. 
“Hurry up,” you tell him in between ragged breathing. “You said you’d make me forget. So make me forget.”
You know better than to incite him, but the words slip out of your mind. You feel like a mad woman. There was a hole in your chest you desperately craved to fill, and you knew this is not the way. But you still toss your head back when he enters, and moan loudly. You still hum in pleasure as you clench around him, adjusting to his girth. The muscles of your belly contract at the jolts of pleasure when he starts moving his hips. You’re in a trance, sweat coating your breasts. You move your hips too, as best as you can, as he pounds into you.
“Should I fuck you harder?” he asks as he watches you, a frown on his face. You whimper, and bite down on your lip. You’re not sure what he means. Is this not hard? “You haven’t said my name yet. So I should definitely fuck you harder.”
Your grasp on his shoulders tightens just in time. Law is relentless. He snaps his hips savagely, time and time again. He is aware that you will bruise. He is aware that he should be a little softer, a little more gentle. He is aware when you cry out, when your nails dig through his clothing and into his skin, that you are reaching a point of no return.
He is aware but he can’t bring himself to stop. He desperately wants to hear you say it as you fall apart; only for him and no one else.
There is a heat swirling at the end of your belly. It circles and circles; a dragon trying to eat its own flaming tail. You shout when the heat builds, Law’s name shooting past the front of your teeth. He hisses as it catches in the thick air of the storage room. 
“That’s what I thought,” he spits through clenched teeth. You think he would let up, now that you were so close to your peak but he chases it after it blindly, savagely; all teeth and bloody claws. You cry out, time and time again, as pleasure ripples through you. You clench around him, and Law gives in. He kisses you deeply, tongue seeking out yours as he rides his orgasm, spilling inside you.
You feel hot wetness slip out from your puffy and bruised pussy.  “Did you forget him?” he asks you, kissing the apple of one cheek. You don’t answer him. You’re still somewhere up in the sky, floating; free falling. He bounces you up, adjusting your hips in his hands. The weight of the bounce startles you awake slightly. Your eyes are glazed over as you look at him and he laughs softly. “No? Should I try again then? We still have all night.”
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nobedofroses · 1 year
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The Garden of Eden, Part III
Summary: Din Djarin x sex worker!fem!reader. You aren’t accepting clients on the day celebrating love, but can you really say no to the Mandalorian?
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: reader is a sex worker, discussions of sex work, smut (18+): grinding, nipple play, unprotected p-in-v sex
A/N: part three 10 months later! that being said, this should be viewed as vignettes into some of their interactions with an overarching theme rather than a narrative plot lmao if that makes sense. They just wanna be horny on fake Valentine’s Day, but happy real Valentine’s Day to all of youuu 💘
Part I, Part II, Directory
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The planet on which the Garden of Eden was located had an annual holiday celebrating love. It celebrated any type of love; familial, romantic, platonic, and any other kind you could think of. Not as big as other holidays, it didn’t have planet-wide festivals, but there were decorations, markets, and food devoted to it. 
It also happened to be one of the only days during the year that you elected not to work. You hadn’t grown up with the holiday, but it was so sweet that you adopted it as your own. Besides, you knew all of your clients should be spending it with their loved ones instead of you, the fuckers. 
Some of the other courtesans also took the day off to celebrate and take part in the festivities. But other than getting some of the specialty food and drinks to take back with you to your room, you liked to spend the day by yourself. You treated it as time to get back in touch with yourself and do any kind of self-care that took longer than you typically had time for. Essentially an entire day when you could just love yourself. 
About midday, you were moisturizing after your long bath when you heard a light knock on your door followed by a moor decisive but short one. Thinking maybe one of your regulars had sent you a gift (not unusual), you slipped on a short satin robe and opened the door to find Lilas and Lys standing in your doorway. Lilas looked unsure and Lys the exact opposite; you always found it funny that they had become so close, but Lys was protective and Lilas accepted their infrequent verbal communication, knowing how to understand them in other ways. But they were empty handed. 
Quirking an eyebrow, you leaned your hip against the doorframe, “You both know I’m not taking any clients today. Madame knows too.” 
“Yes, it’s just that…” Lilas trailed off, looking to Lys for assistance, who rolled their eyes fondly and continued, “It’s Mando.” 
Immediately all of the nerves in your body perked up. Whenever you knew he was near you couldn’t help your reaction. Hell, you were already starting to get a little bit wet. But today was your day. The reason you didn’t take clients was your own, and what would it mean if you made an exception? But it was Mando. 
For others, you wouldn’t even consider it, but with him… there was a bond, an understanding there that you didn’t have with any other client. Any other person. 
Since you preferred to avoid thinking about the emotional aspect, your mind wandered to the physical, how he made you feel better than anyone else had. Better than you could yourself most of the time. Maybe letting him visit you, letting him make you feel good was an act of self-love in and of itself. Maybe— 
“We already told him it was a long shot. We can go tell him no,” Lilas rushed out, taking your long silence for a rejection of the idea. 
“No, um, you can tell him yes, but he has to wait thirty minutes,” you shifted, thinking about how you wanted to get ready for him if this was actually happening. 
“Extra?” Lys asked and you met their eyes quickly. There was a small warning in their gaze and you nodded, grateful for the reminder. 
“Yeah, same as the wake-up cost. Can you tell him?”
They nodded and you smiled briefly before the two walked away and you shut the door. You slumped against the door, instantly starting to question whether you should have done that or not. 
But then you straightened. You didn’t have time for that. If you were going to take your time and get ready for him the way you wanted to get ready for him, you needed to start now. 
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Thirty minutes later, Din was being escorted upstairs and to your room. He hadn’t known about Love Day; it seemed like planets he visited were always having one sort of celebration or another. So he was surprised that you weren’t accepting clients. And then more surprised that you accepted him. If you had taken the day off, he figured you would be spending it with someone special. But apparently you had been alone. Not that you weren’t special all by yourself. 
Times like these were when he was happy he didn’t speak very much because fuck that was awkward. 
When the courtesans knocked on the door, Lilas and Lys if he was remembering correctly, you told them it was open. Lys pushed it open and the two of them gave him a once-over as he walked past. He was used to being the intimidating one with all of his armor and weapons, but something told him those two were to be feared. 
He entered the room and noticed all the differences to how it was normally. Everything was blanketed in a soft, peachy glow, and instead of the larger light in the ceiling, there were a couple lamps dimmed with scarves over their shades and a few candles. 
The room also smelled like you. Or the fragrance you wore. It wasn’t overpowering, but stronger than it was normally when you had only put it on yourself. Din glanced around the room, finally noticing you on the cushy chair you never seemed to be sitting in. You had been observing him like he had been observing your room. There wasn’t much of an expression on your face, like you were waiting for his reaction and would adjust your response based on that. You were a professional, after all. 
He gestured around the room, “Is this permanent? Or is it for… Love Day?” 
You smiled at his awkwardness and shook your head, “This is what I do when I have a day to myself. Makes it feel different than just where I do my work.” 
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll pay double,” he told you quickly. 
You smiled again, humming, “That could be good.” 
He was cute, always, but especially when he was being generous and kind. 
You stood then, and could tell even with the helmet and visor that he was looking you up and down. Having traded in your satin robe for a sheer mesh one with lacy edges, he could clearly see the pink lingerie underneath. A see-through corset and a flouncy skirt that did not hide the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear underneath. 
“Is that— is it a traditional Love Day outfit?” he asked, his voice coming out even raspier than normal. It was hard to tell with all the armor and padding, but you were pretty sure you could see his hard-on already. 
“Mmm, maybe more traditional for those that celebrate Lust Day instead,” you said with a giggle, walking over to him to lead him to the bed since he seemed to have forgotten that was where he should be heading. 
Once he was at the edge, he remembered himself and started reaching for the scarf he kept for you. But you put your hand on his arm and said, “I want a different one. You start with the armor while I grab it.” 
He normally didn’t take any armor off until you were blindfolded, but Din reasoned that there was nothing wrong with you seeing the flight suit underneath. While he worked on his vambraces, you went over to a lamp, switched it off, and grabbed the scarf from over top. As long as the light in the room wasn’t tricking him, it was pink as well, but darker than the candy pink of your lingerie. 
You held out the scarf to him and he didn’t bother inspecting it for sheerness, completely trusting that you understood how important it was to him for you not to see his face. 
The familiar feeling of him tying the scarf around your eyes made your body flush with warmth and you sighed, excited for what was to come. Instead of moving to the middle of the bed, though, you just sat on the edge and waited. 
By the lack of armor-removal sounds coming from the mandalorian, you could tell he was confused, so you thought you should enlighten him, “Love Day is my day for myself, so I want to do it my way today.”
You didn’t ask if it was okay or try to negotiate, you just told him what you wanted and waited for his reply. If he really didn’t want to, you would do it his way, but you would be disappointed in some deep way that you didn’t know would mend. 
Three seconds went by before his voice came out clear, “Your way.” 
Relieved and so excited, you couldn’t help but beam and bounce up and down on the bed a little bit, urging him on to, “hurry up and get undressed!” 
He chuckled, amused by your eagerness, and also spurred on by it. While he liked being in control and often felt he had to be to protect his creed, he was excited to see what exactly your way was. 
Once he was undressed, he reached for one of your hands and held it to let you know he was ready. With another smile at the warmth of his skin, you stood and exchanged places with him, briefly running your free hand along his side to feel his muscles and little soft rounded tummy. 
“Get in the middle of the bed, Mando,” you told him, and if there was ever a time that Din wanted you to know his name it was now. But he held his tongue, knowing that would open a door that should stay bolted shut. 
You let go of his hand so he could move and were glad to hear him shifting around, clear evidence that he could follow orders. Once the sounds stopped, you climbed on the bed as well, finding his legs and straddling him at the hips, not quite lined up where you knew his already hard cock was. He could wait a little bit longer, you wanted to drag this out. 
He didn’t move to touch you and at first you were surprised until you realized he was waiting for you to tell him and you were very, very pleased. 
“Touch me, Mando. But only over the lingerie,” you told him in a voice equal parts sweet and stern. 
Din’s hands came to your waist over the corset and he brushed his thumbs in a wide arc, just barely skimming the undersides of your breasts. You shivered and he smiled in satisfaction; he always loved to see how his touch made you feel. 
He could see your nipples harden through the translucent pink and his mouth watered, wanting to hear the little moans you made whenever he sucked on them deep. But he settled for touching them in teasing circles, before gently scratching his short nail over the peak. Your muscles jerked at the sensation and you gasped, your hands moving to his shoulders to try and stabilize yourself. 
His cock was hard between the two of you and while you weren’t touching him he swore he could feel the damp heat emanating from your cunt. The fabric of the little “skirt” you were wearing brushed his cock whenever you shifted and if Din wasn’t careful, that could be enough to undo him. 
He ran his fingers down to the hem of the corset and tugged on it, “Did you buy this?” 
“Why? Are you jealous?” you smirked. But after a couple seconds of him not answering, you kept on since you possibly shouldn’t know whether he was jealous anyway, “I did, wanted something nice all to myself. Can’t wear something this expensive with clients or it’ll get ruined.” 
Din didn’t want to remind you that he was a client and risk you hiding the lingerie away, so he rested his hands on your waist and said, “Did you wear it all day?”
“Mmm, no, I’ve been relaxing, sleeping in, taking a bath. I was just getting ready and was gonna invite some of the others to my room to watch some shows and maybe fool around a bit. Or just cuddle, who knows,” you mused, getting a little distracted by what your plans might have been.
Mando shifted underneath you and you raised a brow underneath the blindfold, “Do you like that? Would you ever want someone to join us?” 
Immediately, Din shook his head, and then told you, “No, I don’t like to share.” 
The steely edge in his voice sent a thrill down your spine and you made a little moaning sound before telling him, “More, touch me more. Anywhere.” 
He used his hands on your waist to pull up closer and then arch your back, leaning forward so he could mouth at your nipples through the fabric. Something about him being too eager or too obedient to take off the lingerie made you very hot and you wanted his cock, now. 
You tried reaching underneath you to palm him, but the way he had maneuvered your body meant your arm wasn’t long enough. But you really didn’t want to stop him from what he was doing to your breasts because it felt so good. Finally, you decided that you could wait for his cock if he was touching your clit instead. 
So you put one hand over his where it was on your waist and started guiding it down between your legs, saying, “Here too. Want you to make me so wet I don’t even need your fingers to stretch me first.” 
Din moaned around your nipple, fingers sliding through your wet folds and thinking you must be nearly to that point already. But he dutifully found your clit with his thumb, the rest of his fingers and palm splayed out possessively over your mound. 
Soon you were moaning in earnest, your hips trying to rock against his hand without accidentally pulling your breasts from his mouth. It was the best dilemma to have, and would have gladly came that way, moaning encouragement and telling Mando how fucking good he was making you feel. 
But when Din felt your wetness drip onto his cock, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He had been hard and leaking precum practically since he had seen your lingerie, and now he needed your pussy. 
He pulled back after one more soft bite to your nipple and used his now free hand (since it was no longer holding your breast exactly how he wanted for access) down to his cock, stroking himself in time to the circles he was rubbing on your clit. 
His breath was heavy, but his tone was determined when he said, “You’re ready now.” 
You could hear the sound of his hand on his cock and got instantly jealous, moving down quick enough that he couldn’t stop you from pushing his hand away when you found it and grabbing his cock yourself. The thick weight of his cock felt just right in your hand, and you knew it felt even better in your pussy. You lowered your hips until his tips brushed against your lips and then started swiping it through your folds to get it wet, your free hand braced on his shoulder for support. 
“Gonna ride— oh fuck,” you moaned as his tip pressed against your clit, “ride you, Mando. Till you fill me with your hot cum.” 
He moaned, his hands on your ass now, squeezing and feeling you up to keep from pulling you down onto his cock. 
“Do you want that, Mando?” 
“Yeah, fuck,” he groaned, hips starting to move up towards your because he needed to be inside of you. 
“T-tell me.” You were torturing yourself as much as him, but you wanted to see just how much he would do whatever you told him. The thought that there might not be a limit made more slick drip down onto his cock. 
He hesitated, moaning instead when you twisted your wrist as you stroked him, but even his pretty moans weren’t enough. “I said, ‘tell me,’” you told him firmly, pressing your nails into his shoulder briefly as a reminder. 
“I want you— dammit,” he cursed as you started lining up his tip with your entrance, hoping you would be able to let him push in if he just said it right, but the soaking warmth distracted him. “Want you to ride my cock.” 
You smiled big and bright, but it quickly melted away into a gasp of pleasure as you sunk down quickly on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt. 
“Fuck, fuck me,” Din said under his breath, feeling like he was fucking you for the first time again. Which would really not be great since that had only lasted a minute and he wanted this to last forever. 
“I know, just getting, oh, just getting used to how big you are when I’m on top,” you told him, misinterpreting his quiet curse. 
All that did was make him moan again, and he couldn’t help but using his hands on your ass to try and get you to move. If you didn’t move, he might lose his mind.
Now that his cock was fully inside you, you put both hands on his shoulders to brace yourself and started rocking on his cock. Since you were still getting used to the stretch and just how fucking deep he was inside of you at this angle, you didn’t lift off of him very much, just grinding your hips forward and back, fucking yourself about an inch on and off his cock in the process. 
You thought about apologizing for not doing more, but all that came out of your mouth was a breathy moan as somehow his cock was pressing against all the best spots inside of you and the base was grinding against your clit at the same time. You did it again and then again in rapid succession, losing focus on everything that wasn’t his cock. 
Din couldn’t believe his view. Without any guidance or even words from him, you were practically humping his cock, over and over again, letting out these little whines and whimpers that had him throbbing inside of you. He couldn’t see your eyes, but based on the way your head was slightly tilted back and your senseless moans, he would guess that they were rolling back in your head. Oh and fuck, your mouth had been open to make all these sounds, and you were just starting to drool, a nearly overwhelming juxtaposition to how hard you were riding his cock. 
He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth, an open mouthed kiss to get the spit from your skin, and that was enough to ignite another desire in you. You turned your head to catch his lips and kissed him, and Din was more than happy to absorb all your little sobs. Your kisses were artless, just warm presses of your mouth against his, but Din loved them, loved that you were so fucked out on his cock that you were breaking one of his unspoken rules to only kiss once after sex because apparently you just wanted to that bad. 
After a bit, though, you got too overwhelmed for even that and pulled away to drop your forehead to his shoulder, whining and crying in his ear, “Mando— Mando—” 
With all his attention focused on you, Din hadn't realized how close he was, how fucked out he was too, and before he could even begin to think better, he told you, “Call me Din.” 
Even in your dazed state, you knew what he meant, that Din was his name. The excitement you felt to know it outweighed any coherent thought over whether he should’ve told you, and you said to him, “Oh, Din, I think I’m gonna— Din!”
It was like just saying his real name was enough to make you cum, and you did, fucking yourself with the same short, deep thrusts that kept his thick cock buried inside of you as you clenched around it, covering him in another coat of slick. The pleasure of your high shot through your entire body, sending bursts of heat and desire through all of your nerves and all of your senses until your voice broke and your thighs shook, slowly coming to a stop because you no longer had the strength to keep going. 
It wasn’t until you lifted your head to offer him a kiss and an apology that you needed a second to recover before you could start fucking him again, your body shifting with the movement and revealing a stickier mess between your legs and up inside you that you even realized Din had cum at the same time. You figured out what had happened with a breathy laugh, understanding that one of the waves of warmth that had gone through your cunt hadn’t just been your orgasm, but his. 
That’s when you felt how heavy he was breathing too, and heard his little fucked out moans, your senses too overloaded to have heard the minute before. 
You still weren’t quite back to normal, but you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled yourself more perfectly on his cock, making him whine just a little. You kept from trying to get him to make that perfect sound again by reminding yourself that your legs were absolute jelly, and leaned in to kiss him instead. 
It was relatively short, both you just remembering how to breathe, but sweet and tender like he always was. 
You smiled, kissed his cheek, and said, “Din, I like it.” 
Despite himself, he blushed and grinned shyly, glad you couldn’t see. He tried to think of something clever to say but all that came out of his mouth was, “I like you.” 
A smile unlike any other filled your face and you moved your hand until you found his jaw and brushed your thumb over the grown out stubble that was there, that you loved feeling on your thighs. “I like you too. Can you stay a couple hours?”
Your hope was that the quick transition to logistics would prevent any awkwardness or realizations of being in too deep. 
It seemed to work, as Din chuckled, ducked his head so his nose could nudge at your neck and inhale your scent before asking, “Why? Already want me to fuck you again?”
Your chest got warm with slight embarrassment but even more excitement when you realized his dick was already starting to harden again. You did your best to answer his question, “Well, y-yes, but I also wanted to– oh—” but you got cut off as he deftly maneuvered himself to be kneeling, using the inertia of the motion to get you on your back below him, all the while keeping his cock pressed deep inside you. 
“You were saying?” Din asked, nipping at your pulse point and just barely starting to rock his hips against you. 
“W-was I?” you asked breathily, the smooth slide of his cock fucking away all coherent thought. 
“You were. I think you were about to say that this time, you want to do it my way,” he murmured, his deep, resonant voice washing warm tingles over your skin. 
“Yes, Din,” was your quick reply, earning a snap of his hips into you that made your pussy tighten and breath stutter. You hoped he could stay all day.
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otomiyaa · 5 months
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Finally getting to respond to those who were so kind to me in messages, comments, and reblogs in the past week! @otomiya-tickles was a blog with mainly tickle fics, but you guys definitely made it feel like there was more to it :)
I piled all my answers into one big post and will treasure them for as long as Tumblr decides to keep me online this time 🤭
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@lovelymessybubbly: Ahhh I remember sending that ask long ago and always wondered if you received it. I still think the timing (of my leave and your return) is ridiculous hehehe, but I'm also glad to stick around and to see you back! I hope the hiatus has been good^^
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@dokidoki-muffin: absolutely honored to have inspired you and not only that, I think you're a great friend and I love our chats and our recent collab had me filled with joy^^ !! 🧁
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@fluffandgiggles: I love your blog, the fics you write and the fandoms you choose and your kind personality, I'm glad you got to go from anon to your own blog and hope you can have fun with it for as long as you like to!
@skayleay: Sending love back to you, thank youu*w*
@beth-bethar00: Thank you 🥺
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@lilliee0: Sorry you had to find out this way hehe, and thank you! My account is in a good place *dramatic music plays* (no it's actually not lmao)
@rachi-roo: The Real OG 😳 I'm not sure I can accept that compliment but I thank you for it!! :3
@blobbirobbi: Sending love right back, also your tickle stories are always welcome hohoho
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Anon #1: Heheh right! I know I"ve once said that even if I would quit my blog, I would never deactivate voluntarily (and definitely not without announcement) so it would have to be Tumblr to take care of that. To think that actually happened :). Hope you have a lovely day too!
Anon #2: Ahh I'm glad I could help introducing you to the tk community! Thank you for enjoying my fics, all the best to you too!^^
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@infrequent-creator: Don't miss me yet, I won't be gone entirely :) I'll be here, and I'll be loud. Just my fic production will come to an indefinite stop, or break. Who knows.
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@shyanon01: Thank you for the sweet message!
@hakurei-k: Hahaha! Well I'm still here too and ready to adore Solomon together.
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@flames-tstuff: I DON'T DESERVE YOU! ❤️❤️ Hehe answering all these messages to me feels like an entire ceremony already 🙈 And thank youuu, those 13k posts and 7k followers were from a total of 7 years of active fic writing on Tumblr though for a ton of various fandoms, I don't deserve too much credit for it ^^
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@fantasizes-tickles-daily: I read about so many heartattacks and feel so sorry hehe, thank you for finding me again and for supporting my new one!^^ I can't believe I even considered not making a new blog. Your blog alone gives me the serotonin I need.
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even though tumblr makes it look like my blog never existed, my evil spirit will live on and I'll keep being annoying 🤣
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drawthiere · 29 days
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hello!
so, as is observable from my reaction to the news about tumblr and midjourney, i'm in a bit of a doomer mindset about the whole situation. i kinda left it a bit unclear as to where this blog would go from here, so i just thought i'd clarify~
i will not be deleting this blog, nor will i be deleting all of my posts-- but i think i will stop posting on here for the foreseeable future. life is kind of getting me down a lot already, and the prospect of continuing to make and post art in an environment where people's works are treated with increasingly less respect isn't something that has any appeal to me anymore, especially since i'm kind of struggling with drawing enough as is.
perhaps if my relationship with art improves or if i become more of a prolific artist then i might return to posting regularly on socials, but as it stands, i don't see much of a point in posting. my activity is infrequent enough anyways, so i don't think it will particularly matter if i stop LMAO
so, with that being said, i don't really have any 'here's where you can find me' links, save for these two
i will still participate in art fight yearly and i still stream art on twitch occasionally (though i might have my gamer arc on there eventually)
i'm not leaving the site (i still have my main and my selfship blog), but if you're interested in exclusively my art, that's all i have to offer, sorry ;w;
also: about people who say 'just glaze/nightshade your art!' i know this is a lazy opinion, but like, if i have to run my art through a bazillion different filters and programs and websites on the off chance it might make it poison to AI, i won't lie... i just don't think it's worth the effort. same with slapping a big ugly watermark on all of my art. like, what is even the point at that point
this isn't to say that artists shouldn't be doing those things-- please protect yourself and your works if you are willing and able! but i am just a rather defeatist person.
and i also know that my D tier artstyle isn't the kind of thing that is usually pulled to train on anyways, but the bottom line is that this whole situation is the last straw on an activity (art) that has been steadily demoralizing to me for years already. i don't want even the slightest possibility of contributing more to this shitty craze than i already have (unwillingly, considering data has probably been scraped already in years past). if i draw, it will exclusively be for myself, or as gifts for others
maybe i will change my mind about all of this one day- but honestly, my art pace already has slowed to an absolute crawl. i don't want this to get too vent-y, but... it's MARCH and i only have 4 completed pieces done this year. in reality, i only have one finished piece from this year! because the other 3 were wips at various stages from last year. in general i am kind of washed up and my passion is gone and my skills are lacking. so. . . not like anybody will be missing much! i was looking at stuff i drew in like 2020 and honestly there's barely a difference. i'm the most stagnant mf on the planet. and now i'm looking at the new wave of all of these 14 year olds that are actual god tier artists and i am like. genuinely so happy for them like i love that and they slay but GOD it makes me want to kill myself even more than i already do LMFAO. so, yeah
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what if Neptune had two types of children — light children personifying the father as the god of the earth and fresh water and dark children personifying the father as the god of the merciless sea and earthquake?
The idea doesn't belong to me! here is this post from anonymous. —https://www.tumblr.com/goblinwithartsupplies/729000820113276928/children-of-neptune-with-dead-eyes-the-color-of?source=share
I just became interested in your opinion.
Note: I wrote way more than I thought I did so apologies for the length and related deviations from the Neptune part 😂 but summarized version is basically, yes, I think that's a great concept. The kinder fresh water kids are likely infrequently born compared to their more destructive siblings because of the way PJO canon has the modern day Romans think of Neptune as this eldritch terror. So the fresh water aspect is not as appreiated and thus not as prevalent when a kid is born.
Because demigods are basically representatives of their parents for the mortal plane, you know? So, yes, they will represent the various aspects their parent has. They will be able to control the aspects that they don't favour. So the fresh water kids will be able to control salt water and create hurricanes, but these things are little bit more difficult for them than it is for their siblings who favour the destructive side.
The destructive ocean kids can make rain, can find fresh water in the earth or pull it out of other liquids. But it's more difficult for them.
But anyway, rambling aside, yes, I agree 100%. See the read more for my initial babblings.
I think that's a really good take - especially since we already have a split in Hazel taking the brunt of jewels and gems and earth versus Nico's much more prolific hold on death. Arguably we could say Jason is more law and order, justice and judgement, and Thalia is more the expanse of the sky, lightning and thunder and clouds. But we don't know much about Thalia's skills or proficiency with powers. And the way she's represented when we do see her, indicates that she more favours the leadership king of the gods aspect of her dad.
I remember so little of TTC other than the general facts of events, but I do remember that she argued with Percy and Zoe about certain decisions, and then immediately got elected as Artemis's right hand man even though she's still fresh from the tree and only just joined the group. Lmao, imagine someone joining the army but instead of coming in as a Private or whatever the starting rank is, they immediately go to General.
But anyway yeah, that's why I would argue Thalia favours that aspect of her father, where Jason has stated that he never wanted to be a leader so that is definitely not an aspect of his dad that he favours instinctually.
And yes - these are more of a Roman/Greek split 😂 but look I'm working with what I got, okay?
For kids in the same pantheon, I think in PJO canon, probably in the Apollo books or Nico's book, it's stated that the Apollo kids often have different strengths (because the man has ADHD and could not settle on one thing, should be elected the god of hobbies) - certain kids are more medical, others are more artistic, the rest are best at archery. So there's that too!
In my headcanons, I envision Bianca being much more proficient at shadows and darkness and inflicting nightmares (ala Melinoe 🙌 but also Hades 👍) compared to Nico's proficiency with death and ghosts and traveling through dreams. He can't force anything the way Bianca can, but she is also much less sensitive to death and souls than he is. Shadowtravel takes a lot more effort for him than for her, but he can touch a person and have them shrivel up into ash and empty clothes without the effort killing him. She wouldn't have recovered as well from ghostifying Bryce.
People see their worst nightmares when Bianca pins them with a look. They see their death when it's Nico. With Hazel, they probably see themselves being crushed by the earth or something, idk, but she also has the spooky Underworld child stare!
So yes! I think in PJO canon, it starts off with the life-giving children as Neptune starts off as god of fresh water. Then the destructive kids come in as he becomes conflated with Poseidon and the (PJO canon) Romans develop a dislike and distrust of the sea. As that distrust continues to grow into what we have in modern day PJO canon, most of the kids come out cruel and dark-hearted as Neptune himself shifts more to settle with popular belief.
I have a similar thought process with Zeus' children! Yes, he is the god of law and order as well as the sky and king of the gods, but most people these days remember him as the god of sky, lightning and thunder, king of the gods! The law and order, divine justice part kind of gets ignored or forgotten. And that's not necessarily a bad thing, but it means the kids who represent that aspect of him become much smaller in number until there's maybe one every few decades rather than consisting of maybe... 25% of the current generation as they used to.
My thought process on that is, yeah, I imagine the ancient Greeks were much more aware of Zeus being the god of law and order considering he was a major part of their belief system, but there is also Themis who was the god of divine justice, and Dike, their daughter, who took charge of human justice, and in a time of mostly rural and somewhat scattered living control over nature is much more desirable.
Of course, I'm not a history buff, so this is all just general mental mutterings, but likely in larger towns or cities, having him as the forefront of law and order would be a bigger deal than with farmers who just want rain for their crops and the birds to stop eating their plants.
So in the beginning the split was probably something like 75-25 with more proficiency in the elements. And then as populations grew and cities developed, maybe it moved to a 65-35? Or a little higher. I don't think the law and order, justice and judgement favoured kiddos were ever very populous compared to their more elemental counterparts.
Then Rome was established and Jupiter's resulting demigods were much more focused on the whole leadership, maintaining order and erecting laws/rules to follow, enacting justice where they saw fit and punishing rulebreakers.
I figure the kids of the Roman version of Nemesis (quick search says her name is Invidia) were helpful in this area as well. Nemesis is revenge, yes, she was also divine retribution. Her kids, at least in the past before people focused only on the revenge aspect, ideally would prefer retributive justice - aka proportionate to the act.
This aspect makes them more focused on "real" laws, essentially laws approved by authority versus personal rules established by individuals. This makes them somewhat less biased on method of punishment/justice to be distributed compared to Zeus/Jupiter's kids who I headcanon to be focused on their own internal rules versus the general rules established by society.
Like a rule in school is to share the toys available. But if the kid has a personal rule that says "This specific toy does not have to be shared because it is the best toy/my favourite" then the overall sharing rule goes out the door. BUT also if someone else tries not to share something other than that specific toy, then they will jump to action in maintaining that rule.
I have thought about this a lot because my original story (which. I so badly need to keep working on, I think about it all the time 😩) based around this concept of intense sense of justice combined with autistic routine and internalized structure. But I've also thought about it a lot in general surrounded Jason because I use him to project my OC for attention bc lmao no one cares about my oc shitposting otherwise 😂
And yes, this means when I'm in charge of the character the law and order justice and judgement babies are typically autistic. Or at least carry way more in autistic traits than their more elemental counterparts. Because. That's what I'm working with lmao.
Also keeping with the example - the Nemesis/Invidia kids would look at someone breaking the sharing rule and establish a proportionate or previously established measure, like timeout or banning them from playing with the toy for a period of time.
Whereas, depending on how important the rule was to them or whether the rule clashed with a personal rule (such as "this toy is mine" or "my friends are allowed to play with whatever toy they want"), the Zeus/Jupiter kids might think justice needs to be more intense, like extending the period of time they can't play with the toy, or significantly more extreme, like spanking or expelling them from the school.
Each kid will have a varying level of extremes when it comes to justice, depending on the importance they give any law, whether societal or personal. This makes them really annoying to deal with sometimes, but luckily these days there's only one Zeus kid at a time and Roman gods appear to have less kids than their Greek counterparts (possibly because Greek gods are more popular in modern society so they don't exist in Roman form very often, hence the much higher quantity of legacy demigods inside Camp Jupiter) so they don't have to deal with it as much either.
But given Jupiter's much higher status in Rome compared to Zeus in Greece, the campers are probably much more willing to deal with whatever the Jupiter kids come up, even if it's the nuclear option over something innocuous. The Greek campers would probably give them drugs and make them go to sleep 😂. Like they respect Zeus's kids much more than they respect the others, but Zeus is still apart of a counsel of 12, thereby somewhat equal to them regardless of his king status, but Jupiter is the head of Rome. So his opinion, and his kids' opinions, are much more valued and respected. At least by most of the campers. His siblings and his niblings are probably just like "bro stop talking" lmao.
At least in reality that's how it should be. In PJO canon, maybe the Jupiter kids get drugged and sent to bed for their nuclear decisions too 🤷‍♂️ who knows lmao
So 😂😂 yes all that rambling aside, I think that Neptune having a split of life-giving and destructive kids due to his own split nature - salty killer ocean versus life-giving refreshing fresh water. But as modern perception changes - at least in PJO canon but probably IRL too since I'm pretty sure most people connect Neptune direct to Poseidon and are not aware of the fresh water origin - the destructive kids appear more and more with the calmer kinder kids crumbling down in number, until, like Zeus' law and order babes, there's only one every so often.
And due to the pre-established concept that Neptune is not a form that Poseidon takes often because Greek gods are more popular, that means he probably only has a fresh water favoured kid every few hundred years. So the fresh water kids are like a myth to the other demigods. A pipe dream, lost to time.
But also - just because the kids favour a specific aspect doesn't mean that they can't use the other aspects. It's just harder and requires more effort for them than it would be the kids who favoured the aspect they're trying to hit. So the vicious ocean kids can make fresh water out of salt water. They can create rain to water plants. But it requires more effort than like. Creating a huge wave to knock everyone over because they're bored.
The fresh water kids are likely more skilled with oceanic, giant waves that aren't technically tsunamis, hurricane, typhoon and, yes, also tsunami type powers as well because, even if they do favour fresh water, it's not like they're born knowing that. So like everyone else they will probably assume destructive ocean energy, especially if there's another Neptune baby teaching them. But they will go to bed each night, haunted by these intense feeling that they're missing a core aspect of who they are.
The ocean is part of them, yes, it's their father. But the fresh water wells deep below the earth pull at their gut even if they don't know that's what they're feeling, and when it rains they feel more rejuvenated than their sibling(s) do. Their skyborn cousins can control the rain and sky, but sometimes they think that's wrong. The rain belongs to them, doesn't it? They should be the masters of it, the givers of it. They should be handling it far better than their eaglet cousins.
Also - the rain thing. Neptunalia was a summer festival in honor of Neptune, held in the hopes that he would bless them with rain because of the heat and drought. So yeah, rainstorms, sun showers, etc, are things they can do. Percy, as a child of Poseidon, can't do that. He can make hurricanes but that's not really the same as a sun shower, or putting a raincloud over your head to wash off all the mud on you from this monster lmao.
But since the CJ Romans fear and detest Neptune, it's likely that they don't celebrate this festival - although I wrote a little thing a couple years ago about Jason trying to get Percy to help him set up his modern replacements for the festival when I was in my "Jason is an intense follower of Religio Romana" (the Roman version of Hellenstic paganism)" kick 😂. But reality is that in PJO canon it's unlikely they celebrate it - and that was the only festival Neptune had.
Also additional side note: Neptune is not a god of the earth. He was the god of all fresh water on earth - rivers, streams, underground wells of fresh water, rain (which is soaked into the earth). But yeah that's where the earth thing came from.
It would be cool if, as a result, his kids were able to manipulate the earth a little bit other than earthquakes. Like the earth would have to be super saturated with water, so a desert wouldn't work even if they created a rainstorm to flood it. Also the earth does not really soak up water in a flood either so trying to make wet soil to manipulate through rainstorms is not very possible for them and they hate that so much, lmao.
Imagine a little kid standing in one spot slowly watering a planter filled with dirt, stopping every few seconds to mix up the dirt before they go back to watering. They're there for like fifteen minutes before they stop water and then they're trying to raise the dirt into a misshapen ball and they're sweating so hard from the effort before it just collapses back into the planter and they have to sit down because, ooof.
Yeah, earth is a very small thing for them manipulation-wise and only under specific circumstances. I think the most they could do is maybe move it a bit, which could be useful when trying to trip up enemies, but otherwise it's not the most beneficial power 😂 but there were likely one or two kids who were obsessed with mastering it over the centuries.
Anyway, in what is definitely not gonna be a brief summation, yes, yes, yes. I do love heartless cruel child of Neptune in PJO, representing what Percy could turn into if he lost everyone he ever cared about, the people who keep him moral and ethical. But gentle kids who like to help other people because they favour the fresh water aspect of their father. The aspect that gives fresh water for people drink to survive, to water their crops. The aspect that provides rain during the drought, so they can collect it and survive.
A lot of the gods have various aspects to them, so their kids will favour different aspects. Thalia favours the leadership of Zeus, Nico favours death, Hazel favours wealth, etc, etc.
The only kids who are likely very consistent amongst themselves are the children of gods who have one specific purpose that's never wavered, even if their history isn't very consistent because of parentage changes or origin differences - like Nemesis or Dike or Moros. Set gods, you know? The ones who don't have an "and" in their "god of" statements.
But other gods, even minor gods because some of them do have more than one purpose like Persephone and Eros, will have kids that instinctually favour different aspects of themselves. Modern day perception may shift how many kids born favour certain aspects, like Neptune having more oceanic kids and Zeus having more elemental kids.
Feel like I need to wrap this up in a fancier way than the above ending sentence but lmao I got nothing so we're gonna go with the classic: The End.
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thee-morrigan · 1 month
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Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹
It’s been wonderful to get to read updates for À la recherche du temps perdu again. I love your writing, your prose, so much! A small confession: you were one of the people whose writing I was (am) in awe of, maybe even a little intimidated by, before joining tumblr. Luckily it turned out that you’re also very nice haha!
Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):
What does your OC get as a Valentine’s gift for their LI (if anything)? What does their LI get them?
hey, Nonny, quick question: is this weekend good for meeting my family or would next be better for you? they keep asking about the person whose name I've been doodling on all my notebooks with a bunch of hearts and rainbows, so, you know. call me, maybe? 😘
seriously, though, this made my whole day, so thank you, sweet friend -- and happy valentine's day!! 🌼💕
and I LOVE this question, so thank you for that, too!
tbh, the answer I thought of immediately is the V-Day fic I wrote two years ago for Nate/Holland, in which Holland gives Nate a wild goose chase of a scavenger hunt (and in return Nate gives her the gift of not teasing her too much about putting so much effort into a holiday she continues to insist she doesn't care about lmao).
But! That is a link and not *really* an answer! So here is the other thought that sprang to mind for Petra/Ava:
Experiences count as gifts, right? because Petra 100% gifts Ava one of two things: she either takes her on a laser tag date (and somehow really believes she has a chance of winning, which, of course, she does not) OR they spend a day doing wine tastings (in my head, Petra's Wayhaven is more or less based on/around the Willamette Valley, so this is a pretty accessible activity).
Ava gives Petra a personalized crossword puzzle. Petra does the NYT crossword every single day (and not-infrequently times herself because she's a competitive nerd), so this is a perfect gift for her -- especially because who but Ava would understand the importance of making the clues sweet/heartfelt but not easily solved?? (Alternatively, Ava could gift Petra an afternoon with an adult-sized bouncy house and a jumbo bag of green apple jellybeans, because yes, she is a competitive nerd, but also she is often essentially a very tall child.) ..and my snarkier answer for Petra and Ava is a kiss where no one cries fjdkjsf (I mean. after B3 and Holiday Magic, they! both! deserve this!!)
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I saw someone say that soukoku is mostly due to Dazai and there’s not a lot of evidence pointing to chyuua being queer coded or having romantic feelings for Dazai. So I was wondering if there’s any cannon evidence pointing to it and if irl chyuua was bisexual or something like irl Dazai
hiii!! sorry if this is a little late lol
now that you mention it, yeah, a lot of the evidence backing up soukoku actually does come from dazai. funnily enough, i actually have a whole list on my phone dedicated to soukoku proof, and when i went to look through, most of it was due to dazai lmao.
however, just because most of the evidence comes from dazai, that doesn't mean all of it is.
any sort of evidence we have for chuuya's possible romantic feelings for dazai is very subtle and scarce. most of this has to do with the fact that chuuya appears in the main story infrequently, and the only times we get any insight into how he thinks and feels mostly come from the light novels detailing his backstory. for me, the most significant instances of chuuya's affection for dazai come from the symbolism behind his exposed hands, the dragon battle in dead apple, and the small comments he makes about dazai.
i've already discussed chuuya's hands a bit in this post:
if you don't wanna go through the effort of reading all of that, basically, during chuuya's battle against rimbaud, chuuya removed his hands from his pockets for the first time in fifteen. he stated that he had kept them away until then because he was reserving himself from fighting properly for when he found himself in a situation that really called for it—in that moment, he genuinely needed to defend himself and found the desire and desperation to keep living.
in the present day, chuuya doesn't keep his hands in his pockets anymore, but instead, he hides them with gloves. the only times we get to see him take them off is when he activates corruption, a situation where he's desperate enough to put his life at risk, and a situation he's only willing to put himself into if he trusts dazai enough to save him. chuuya's attachment to the life he lives becomes clear when he's with dazai, and he's willing to risk it all because his faith in dazai is just that strong.
a perfect example of this would be in dead apple when ango told chuuya that dazai had definitely died, and chuuya basically replied by saying, "dazai can't die but even if he is dead, i'm completely fine with dying with him". on top of that, chuuya isn't supposed to be lucid when he uses corruption, yet he screamed dazai's name multiple times and held back his strength to punch dazai just enough to get him to swallow the antidote in his mouth. this means that chuuya's resolve to save dazai was strong enough to rival a god.
then there's the things he says during their sparse meetings in the main story that seem insignificant at first. however, it's important to remember just how deathly afraid chuuya is of vulnerability after experiencing so much pain and loss in just a few years (betrayal of the sheep, loss of the flags, N's torture, etc). these issues likely just got worse after dazai left the port mafia. when you take that into account lines such as, "back then, your 'spite' was almost an art. you made a fool of everyone, be them friend or foe" and "the night you disappeared, i opened a bottle of petrus 1989 to celebrate. that's how much i hate you, bastard" take on a brand new, much more agonizing meaning. comments such as these are likely chuuya's subtle way of telling dazai that their separation hurt, and separation only ever really hurts when you truly care for the other person. chuuya opening up even by that much is already impressive when you remember just how terrible both sides of soukoku are at communicating.
as for any evidence coming from irl chuuya, there's not really much lol. the only queer irl equivalents of bsd characters that i can think of rn are dazai, ranpo, yosano, akutagawa, verlaine, and rimbaud lol. chuuya was heavily influenced in his works by rimbaud and verlaine, but idk if that's really saying much lmao. however, a lot of bsd's story takes inspiration from the works of the irl authors and poets mentioned, and irl chuuya's poems such as some parts of "sheep song" speak of loneliness and heartache—that could possibly be reflected in c! chuuya's characterization in bsd.
anyways, chuuya's feelings towards dazai hardly ever get expressed in bsd, and most skk evidence mostly rests on what we know about dazai's feelings, but it's not like there's nothing to prove that chuuya doesn't feel the same way.
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floweroflaurelin · 1 year
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I'm sorry if this is rude, and you totally don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but i'm curious - why in the world are you using the name "flower of Laurelin" for a as far as i can tell 100% mcyt art blog? Like, no judgement or anything, but it just genuinely throws me for a loop every single time lmao
Hahahaha!
So I made this blog back in 2018? I think? And I had every intention of making it a Silmarillion blog. I made a lot of Silm art just for me while I was a teenager and I actually still make Silm art for school projects! I called myself Flower of Laurelin because Arien, the Maia who carries the sun, is my favourite character in the whole Tolkienverse. (She has one whole paragraph talking about her.)
Also in 2018, both The Dragon Prince and She Ra and the Princesses of Power started airing on Netflix and took over my whole brain and I instead started painting fanart for those two shows and posting it here, and they were all fairly popular paintings. This was during the gap year I took before heading to university in 2019 and it really helped me develop my art style! I realized that since my style is more like realism I could adapt cartoons in a really fun and fresh way. And I was always like oh well I’ll get to the Silmarillion stuff soon… And then I went to university and did Illustration projects on the Silmarillion, as I’d always planned to do, and I completely forgot my Tumblr art blog, which was very infrequently posted to until 2021.
Then when I was in university I started getting excited about Minecraft’s updates because I hadn’t played since 1.13 and cool things were coming up and so I typed “Minecraft” into YouTube and found Pixlriffs’ Survival Guide. And then I got into Hermitcraft bc Mumbo and Iskall would show up in the recommended. And then Pix joined Empires I got into the whole Empires crew, and by then I was getting burnt out of never making art just for me and only for assignments and I took an hour out to sketch the Copper King during class, which I posted, and people liked it! And Pixlriffs himself emailed me that same day to say how much he liked it! And then I was like okay well there’s a niche here—there’s little more cartoony than a Minecraft skin so my style would work great here, and wow it turns out there are a lot of people into this too! A lot of other awesome artists! And my work got more and more attention until I got to work with the CCs on their series and now I’m a mcyt blog.
TLDR; I was supposed to be a Silmarillion blog because I used to make a lot of Silmarillion art, but in the time since making my URL I ended up getting into other fandoms instead by accident! And now I’m a mcyt blog even though I’ve kept my original URL because I like it a lot 😋
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shou-jpeg · 10 months
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Hi!
Me again, I hope I don't bother you! 💕
I would like to ask about the process of making Back on the Beat!
Where this idea came from? Why do you decide you will create it in this format? Do you have any special inspiration? Did you finish it already and gave us it part by part or is it still WIP? If yes, do you exactly know how you want it to end or just let it go with the flow? How long it takes to make one part?
And actually, anything you share about how, where when why you make it would make me happy!
I love your work and can't wait next Friday to come!💕💕💕
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Hello!
Hhfgsdajk l'm so glad you like my silly AU and want to know more about it! (cue me crying).
I'm going to try and answer all your questions:
"Where this idea came from?" - From a Discord conversation between @wildelydawn and I! We spend a lot of time throwing around ideas and being unhinged together and meme AU is one of these ideas.
Dawn sent me this...
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And then I sent her this...
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And then we spiralled from there.
Why do you decide you will create it in this format? - I thought it would be fun to make! I'm not a confident writer and I write so infrequently, it's hard for me to write anything long format. I am confident with drawing though. Also several other reasons, but that would be a whole list lmao.
Do you have any special inspiration? - KimChay being dumb for each other is all the inspiration I need. (◡‿◡✿)
Did you finish it already and gave us it part by part or is it still WIP? - definitely still a WIP. I make each part on the weekend and throughout the week and then schedule it on Thursday night (and try not to fret over it at work the next day and fail every time).
If yes, do you exactly know how you want it to end or just let it go with the flow? - I have a spine! Dawn and I pretty much wrote the whole thing in capslock text to each other so I made a spine based off that which I'm following and adding to as I go.
How long it takes to make one part? - it depends. The gifs are fast and easy to make and take maybe an hour at most. Drawing is a little more time consuming, but I'm actually a freelance illustrator and animator outside my normal every day job so I can move pretty quickly. What takes me longest is the text lmao.
Me these days though:
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uhlunaro · 11 months
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now why would you say that, now i want you to talk more about dad or at least cool uncle leon 😔😔😔
ya know what just for u bestie i will talk more about the dad/uncle leon brainrot:
i imagine that he loves kids. he sees them as the future, and that’s literally what he fights for. also given his own upbringing, he just doesn’t have to heart to be mean to them.
uncle leon would be the kids’ favorite adult.
he would let them sit on his motorcycle, and take them for rides around the block if they’re old enough.
he’d bring them candy and toys when he comes over (not for any particular reason) and he’d just go “here, kid” like its no big deal but he knows that he spent 20 minutes in the kids section looking for a specific toy that they mentioned the last time he came over
would NOT want to babysit ever. not only is his schedule erratic, but the idea of having full responsibility for a child that isnt his??? when anything could happen??? no thank u
is absolutely the “do as i say not as i do” uncle. when they get old enough to start asking for advice, he’ll sit them down and impart all his knowledge, and they’ll go “wait why do you know that?” he’ll just “😐 dont worry about it. that’s not the point” LMAO
okay u know what let’s hypothesize about dad leon DAD LEON!!
i think he would have a really hard time disciplining his kids. not because he doesnt want to, but because he doesnt wanna cross the line from discipline to suffering. nothing would kill him more than if he hurts his kids somehow, even if it was on accident or if he meant well.
he would be the biggest helicopter parent i know this in my heart. for the first few years of their life, he’s the “stay where i can see u!!” dad (his child is still on the porch btw). he cries on their first day of school (nobody will ever know) because hes terrified of something happening to them. of not being in control of their wellbeing. a lot a LOT of anxiety surrounding their safety.
he absolutely 1000000% keeps his family secret. not even his closest friends would know about them. as far as everyone is concerned, he’s a lonely bachelor. he knows the kinda shit he’s involved in, and he knows the dangers that come with it.
^ i think this would cause a lot of guilt tbh. like “wtf was i thinking, bringing a child into this world?? knowing what i know? what i’m involved in?” he cant even be proud of them. share their achievements. show baby pictures, family portraits, etc.
the hardest part would be how often he has to stay away. i think he would reconsider his self-preservation—i have people i love to come home to—and would step away from his job a bit. his missions would be more infrequent (“get somebody else to do it” kinda thing) but he always worries about his family while they’re gone. are they safe, are they well, what are they doing, do they miss me too??
when he comes back though, he always brings gifts. he calls his spouse and gets the rundown on what the kids have been asking for/hinting at. (ofc he gets his partner something too :3)
i think he would have nightmares sometimes. about his family being taken or being infected. and if he’s away from home, he always has to call to make sure they’re okay, and if they don’t answer he can’t think of anything else until they do.
i have. so many more but im gonna stop before i write a fuvkin dissertation sjfnsnd
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jerzwriter · 21 days
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6 and 2 for Tobias and Casey and 3 and 7 for Trystan and Carolina.
Hey Nonny! Thanks so much for the asks! From this generator.
Tobias x Casey:
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😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂OMFG Not me DYING that THESE TWO got this question! LOL OK - there is something to this thing! LMAO OK - on a scale of 1-10? They're both like a 43. What causes it to go up? Waking up? Go down? Passing out after sex. lol Like, seriously, one of the things that is incredible about them is their sexual compatibility - and the fact that they are freaking insane for each other 24/7 makes it all that much better. It doesn't take much for them to be ready. What makes it go down? Being very sick (not a little sick), being extremely exhausted (not a little exhausted), and a serious family issue/tragedy (not a minor one). lol I'm still cackling that I got this question for them! lol
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Hmm. Good one. OK, Tobias TOTALLY has. I'm sure he did it in high school and college - probably to go make out (or more) or hang out with friends. He probably got in trouble, but he used his charm and that irresistible smile to get his way out of it - and it worked 9/10 times.
Casey? In high school? NEVER. She was a GOOD GIRL. In college? Maybe, on occasion, if it was for what she considered a valid reason. For Casey? That would likely mean attending a protest, or she scored tickets for an impossible-to-get Broadway show. I doubt she ever got into trouble, because it was done so infrequently and she was such an exceptional student otherwise.
Trystan x Carolina:
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Ooooh. This is an interesting one for them. I think Trystan was likely tutored, and honestly, they just wanted to make sure he knew the things he had to know to be king. Academic excellence was not the goal. I think he's naturally intelligent, so he picked up on what he needed to know quickly and then used his charisma to get out of the rest. How did it impact him? Hard to say because he's led a life that is so extraordinarily different from the average person, but like most of his early life, it robbed him of the ability to find out who he truly was and what he really enjoyed. I think he only begins finding himself around the time he gets involved in the Hand of Mahra case.
I think Carolina was an excellent student, even though she didn't attend the best of schools. Understandably, her grades took a dive after the death of her father. This had a negative impact on her ability to qualify for scholarships, and as a result, she ended up attending Hostos Community College in the Bronx. That wasn't a bad thing, though; she truly applied herself there and ended up at John Jay College (part of the City University of NY). It may be a public institution, but it is one of the best criminal justice programs in the world, and that's where she attained her bachelor's degree. Like much of her life, adversity helped pave the way for future success for Carolina.
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Oh, Trystan broke many, many hearts. Between the many in his homeland who had his posters on their walls growing up and the many people he dated during his playboy days who never stood a chance. I have not really worked out their relationship history (but I plan to do that soon), but I imagine there were at least one or two people who got their hopes up, never truly having a chance, while he was in New York. And I think he even breaks a heart, albeit inadvertently, after he's with Carolina. 👀👀👀More to come.
Carolina also broke some hearts but in different ways. She is very flirtatious and enjoys sexual relationships, but she's demiro and does not have romantic feelings for anyone unless she feels a very strong emotional connection to them. Throw in her fear of loss...she doesn't really want to allow herself to develop those emotional connections. She can be and is an extremely loyal friend. She did friends with benefits wonderfully, but neve had a desire to take it beyond that. The problem is she is also freaking incredible. Smart, witty, sexy as hell, so many of her dalliances hoped for more with her, and they never really stood a chance. So yes, there are broken hearts in her past, too.
Thanks so much for the asks, nonny!
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otrtbs · 10 months
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Hello!! For the ask game🤗:
🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
& 💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
HEYO RHEA!! 🥰
🌻 what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?
something that makes me want to give up on writing,,,v infrequently and super unserious-ly,,, general twitter takes (lmao) when it comes to marauders fic authors + fics (not 2 overgeneralize and say all tweets on the subject are p sour or that it’s solely contained to twitter but u get the vibe)
things that make me keep going! all my lovely lovely friends who whisper in my ear all these fun ideas they have !! all the nice ppl in my phone who take time out of their day to send me a kind message abt something i wrote :,))) love love love
🤲 what do YOU get out of writing?
another thing i get out of writing is a little feeling of accomplishment at finishing a story !! like i wrote a thing w a beginning , middle, and end!! and saw it all the way through !! that’s a very cool feeling 4 me :))
💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
ahh! okay! so! in the dinner fic, lily and remus are political opponents and the rest of the friend group promised to remain neutral and stay out of their respective campaigns (but ALL OF THEM ARE SECRETLY DONATING TO ONE OR THE OTHER! like huge sums donated to either lily or remus’ campaign even tho they’re all pretending like they’re not picking sides 👀)
q’s from this ask game!
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yardsards · 1 year
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i gotta say, i really don't agree with the whole "likes are meaningless!" idea that gets passed around here.
i love when people like my stuff! it absolutely delights me to know that people saw what i made and enjoyed it!
of course reblogs are even better cuz then more people can see (and therefore like and reblog) what i made but. the end result of that is still just... Number Go Up. and liking a post still makes number go up even if it's only by 1.
everyone has different standards for what they'll reblog. for some, a like without a reblog means "i liked this, but i only reblog things i love", for others it's "i loved this, but i only reblog things i'm absolutely enamored with", for others it's "i liked/loved/was enamored with this, but i have a theme that i stick to on my blog and this doesn't fit". either way, someone enjoyed your post even if it didn't fit their reblog criteria
like, each blog has different levels of activity. some blogs are super active (are on this site very frequently and/or have a very high 'posts reblogged'/'posts viewed' ratio) and they're on your dash all the time. other blogs are super inactive (are on this site very infrequently and/or have very low 'posts reblogged'/'posts viewed' ratio). this is how tumblr works. this is a feature, not a bug.
if everybody followed those "likes mean nothing!!! you MUST reblog more" posts and changed their habits enough to start reblogging 2x as many posts, than everyone's dashboards would have twice as many posts on their dashboard. let's say a tumblr user's dashboard normally has 1,000 posts on it every day, and they spend enough time on here to see 500 of those posts; they see about half of the posts on their dash. now everyone starts reblogging twice as much, so there's 2000 posts on their dash every day, but they're still only seeing 500 of those posts (unless they start spending more time on this hellsite, which is generally not a good idea lmao)
now this is, of course, not accounting for the TYPE of posts that people reblog
cuz it *is* true that low-effort joke posts tend to get more notes than high-effort art/writing posts do.
which, in some ways, that makes sense. jokes have a wider audience, whereas taste in art is very personal. (and sometimes this effect can be amplified by people reblogging stuff based off of what they think their followers will enjoy. they subconsciously think "ha, my followers will get a good laugh out of this, i'll reblog it" when they see a joke they enjoy but "hm, i like this but i don't know if any of my followers will" when they enjoy a piece of art/writing/etc.. which, i advise everyone to try to stop doing this. not out of any Moral Obligation but bc you're gonna have more fun on this hellsite if you treat your blog as a little bin for shiny trinkets you enjoy, rather than as a performance)
and a lot of times, reblogging high-effort posts means much more to the op than reblogging low-effort posts does. like, i enjoy when my silly little jokes get notes but i LOVE when my art or long meta-analysis posts get notes.
so i DO wholeheartedly encourage people to reblog more art and writing and whatnot, rather than just jokes all the time. but do that cuz you WANT TO, not out of some weird sense of guilt
i've seen people say they've stopped liking posts at all if they're not gonna reblog it, cuz they're afraid the op will be offended. and that makes me really sad. please continue to like my posts, even if you don't quite want them on your blog! don't feel bad! it makes me so so happy when i know people saw and enjoyed what i made, even if they don't share it with anyone.
(i am saying this as someone with a fairly active blog, both in terms of original posts and reblogs, and who consciously makes an effort to reblog more art/writing instead of just jokes, and who makes both joke posts and art/writing posts of my own)
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izzyspussy · 1 year
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Tagged by @menagerie-of-monsters to answer these questions for a character. I've done Eddie and Asher, so I'll do Ken for this one.
1. Is he named after anyone?
Not in universe or out!
2. When was the last time he cried?
He cries out of exhaustion/stress not infrequently. The last time he really cried cried though was when his dad died. Five or less years before the start of canon, exact timeline as yet undecided.
3. Does he have kids?
No, but if he could conceive of a life where he could raise them well he'd want one.
4. Does he use sarcasm?
He'd like to, but his job has way too much control over his day to day life and he can't without being disciplined for negatively impacting corporate image. (His canon is set in a near-future dystopia.)
5. What's the first thing he notices about people?
Girl, Ken is so stressed and overworked and self-defensively hyper-focused on only the most specific things that won't make him feel any type of way or force him to know stuff, he hardly notices anything about anyone. He notices criminals. He notices cameras and his bosses. And baby that's it.
6. What's his eye color?
Very dark brown, almost black.
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
If he ever had time for recreation, Ken would prefer a bittersweet ending that takes a lot of work to get to.
8. Any special talents?
He used to be really good at soccer. He will be very good at so-called "financial terrorism". But as of Schrodinger's Right Now, the beginning of canon, Ken's only skill is doing his job.
9. Where was he born?
Santa Monica, California USA.
10. What are his hobbies?
If he ever had time for recreation... lmao. He'd probably like to get back into soccer.
11. Does he have any pets?
Yet another thing he doesn't have time for. Topher has suggested lizards or a snake to him (what Topher has) because they don't need to be fed every day, but Ken is just not a reptile lover. He really wants a dog, but he knows he couldn't take care of it.
12. What sports has he played?
Already mentioned this, but soccer. He did a little bit of basketball and volleyball too as a kid, but he took soccer all the way to college and even played in an amateur league for a few years before his career ended everything.
13. How tall is he?
5'10"
14. Favorite subject in school?
English! That's what he went to college for as well, and he uses those credentials in his day job as a copy editor (he's absolutely overqualified, but he can't get promoted because everyone knows the heroing is a time liability). But yeah, his first love was words.
15. Dream job?
He would love heroing, if only it was. you know. ethical, sustainable, based on his skills and on need rather than on image and profit. He's going to love villaining lol.
I tag @kyofsonder @marigoldispeculiar and @brazenlip.
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beehindblueeyes · 1 year
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Blog update!
Hey guys, If it hasn’t been made clear by my infrequent posting I just wanted to let you all in on what’s happening right now. Now finals just ended yesterday and I’m officially done with my first semester of college! Yay. However, even though my finals are finished… my creative juices have sort of ? Left. It’s a combination of just natural fandom cycling and sort of that- if the fan space deminishes/puts out stuff opposite of your own your interest dwindles faster (I could explain this better if asked). I’m not leaving forever. Knowing myself I’m probably coming back eventually.
I might spontaneously dump some content on y’all one day lmao. Anyways,
Expect at least one more chapter of  atrocity exhibition before it goes on hiatus. I don’t want to abandon it but I also don’t want to rush though the rest and leave you guys with botched work I’m not proud of! That’s not fair to you guys and I owe all of you so fucking much for loving my fics as much as you do.
Expect at least one last Time period babble before the account goes M.I.A for a little while. I have one more big ramble.
As for where to find me, I’m sure you will. Some of you already follow my main blogs and other side blogs but. As of right now I’m really into the Anastasia musical (weird thing to get into after a horror movie I know) and might make a side blog for that? Idk. @stuckasmain is my main.
Not bye yet, but ya know
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