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micewithknives · 15 hours

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Random interesting history story you like ? (Cuz I'm down, n i maybe need a hopeful or nice history story, not just abt how people killed well? )

I mean its not all sorts of wholesome but I think its fun... So hopefully it cheers you up a little.

So in Australia, convicts were sent to Tasmania (a bunch of other places as well, but todays story is set in Tasmania).

Convict women, upon arriving (unless they were sick, badly behaved, pregnant, etc) were sent out on domestic service. While waiting for that (or any of the above things) they lived and worked at what were referred to as the "[insert place name] female factory" (Theres a few of them around).

Today's story is set specifically at the Cascades Female Factory in Tasmania.

During which, there were a group of women who were refered to simply as "the Flash Mob". Not to be confused with a dance group, these women had no qualms with life in the factory, and set up for themselves what could basically be considered their own little prison mafia.

(Most importantly, the "flash" part of their name, came from their refusal to accept the societal expectations for convict working class women - and instead to adorn themselves with earrings, scarves, jewellery, and fancy dresses. Subverting expectations of fashion and behaviour, they would compile money from their domestic services work (or from more illegal sources) and collectively pool resources for tobacco, alcohol, 'flash' clothes, and anything and everything in between.

They also started multiple riots. And at one point baracaded themselves into the factory and lit furniture on fire... But thats neither here nor there.

Unfortunately, in Australia, they have been memorialised in a singular act of mythology, courtesy of the fictionalised tales of one (ex) Reverend Robert Crooke. (Though it was not entirely his fault that what was very likely his novel manuscript was taken as historical event).

In this very likely fictionalised event, upon being lectured by the Factory's reverend, all the women were said to have turned around, lifted their skirts, and in "a loud and not very musical noise" slapped their butts. (Its commonly commemorated in this postcard artwork).

Whether or not the women of the Cascades Female Factory ever actually did flash the Reverend Bedford is up for a fair amount of debate. Consensus seems to be that the event likely never did happen. But its done wonders to shape many people's perception of convict women in Australia.

Although personally, i feel like skipping on the outrageously gaudy fashion choices, means everyone really is missing out on an accurate version of what theyre picturing these women as!

#Australia #history #mice answers things #they let a mouse do archaeology?

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smdevisp · 2 days

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John emo explained!

Finally I'm done with it. It's somewhat reference sheet for John.

Recently I posted this art, and it was referring to that particular AU.

Some people wrote in their reblogs that he looks like emo XD it's really fun, but you can see on the reference that he is actually not emo.

Notes about the drawing:

I mostly use bright and vivid colors for drawings, but for that one I chose gray and messy colors to portray John dark and pessimistic person. I also put his tattoos as separate images (because I will use them as references lmao...)

I tried to give him gentle and innocent look, in contrast with his tricky personality and anger issues, and make him looks as silly as Mikoto. And maybe a little bit emo lmao (mom it's not a phase it's my life).

Notes about AU (not so important to read, just if you're interested):

In this AU John and Mikoto are different people, not alters, but they accidentally look similar despite being strangers.

The point of this AU is to make original characters more mysterious and violent, ofc trying to save their main idea and features, and this AU is made collectively, not by the only one person. I can say that we're making it with friends, just for fun and tickling our nerves :)

John here is almost the same level violent and blunt as in the original MILGRAM, protective for himself (not for Mikoto), and still doesn't have the real name (John is a pseudo that also originated from John Doe). He is 23 years old fashion designer, labelling himself as 'pansexual', in fact being gay only for cismen (for reasons).

Following information about him can be inappropriate for some audience and can be seen as disturbing, even though it doesn't contain graphic depictions. Just warning.

John is an amateur film maker who gets money from producing and selling mixtapes, disturbing content, snuff and etc. He tortures and kills people whom he sees as “bad”, and he thinks that it's normal behaviour to sue those who somehow avoid law (even though he is also a murderer and lawless evil).

He inherited some trails of Mikoto, like forcing himself to do things he doesn't want to deal with and forcing himself to push his limits. John tries to act like a 'standard' man who works as anyone else and has affairs with women even if he isn't actually into them, yet he just sleeps with anyone who seems attractive. His promiscuity is a result of sexual assault he experienced in earlier age. After that he can't get along with women, and as it was mentioned that John thinks of himself as of pansexual individual, but the reality is he doesn't feel anything for females, neither cis nor trans, and thinks that it's obligatory to have affairs and relationship with a woman to claim himself 'normal'. He doesn't hate women, he is just cautious about them.

All his activity is being uploaded to the Internet where he stays anonymous and hides his face and anything that can lead to his reveal. It resulted into addiction, when John seeks for people's attention and prefers them not to know how he looks in real life. It makes him think that they are fond of his personality, not of his body, and he is always excited to see followers that appreciate him and his content.

As if was mentioned, John has anger issues. He sparks with fury quickly and stays like that for hours, being unable to express his thoughts properly without using slurs and other abusive words. His aggression is mostly verbal.

This is not all the information about this particular AU and John, only some quick notes.

Also, bonuses for those, who has at least checked the full post🎉

^ I made this just because I wanted John to comfort his child version after being abused. For some reason I like such images.

^ I made this because it's pride month (I chose only few because I'm too lazy to do more... But feel free to ask to do a particular one.)

^^ In fact made this because John's face is awfully silly

Have a nice day (affectionately)

#milgram #mikoto kayano #john kayano #milgram fanart

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unpopularbunny · 3 months

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Man it’s 2024 and I’m tired of hoarding all my homestuck fanfiction in notebooks so im going to write and upload it all here whatever

Pairing: fem Dave and fem tavros

Warnings: self indulgent lesbian shit, Dave is a fiend, dry humping like a DOG

minors: please…go away

Notes: for Riley ❤️ 🌟

Kisses from a pretty girl 💋

Dave met tavros through a friend of a friend of a friend that June knows, Dave was in a rut and June insisted a blind date would help. June showed her a picture that she didn’t even look at (Candy crush was more interesting and its not like June could see that she wasn’t looking from behind her shades.), a simple nod was all she needed to hook them up for a date. Dave met tavros in a park and the blonde really just wanted to get it over with. That was until Dave saw her walk up, sure she was a little more filled out than Dave thought, but what made dave clench her jaw was simply how pretty tavros was.

Sure tavros was a little taller, a few inches at most, but Dave never cared about height. She had a round soft face dotted with freckles, the cutest little septum piercing, a smile that could power New York-fucking-city, and a body shape so gracious that had Dave with the palms of a teenage boy and thoughts that had her no better than the common man. Tavros’ voice was just as cute as she, low and reserved but spiking when talking about any of her interests.

Dave was in trouble.

There was a moment where tavros paused from talking, only to pull out a small red squeeze tube of cherry lip gloss and spread some of the sticky gloss on her lips. Another instance of Dave being thankful for her shades, lest she scare tavros off with how lecherously she leered at her.

The first date was awkward at best, tavros did most of the talking as Dave was far too starstruck to add much to the conversation. The second date was fun, tavros invited Dave to sit in on a DND session with her friends in the back of a card shop. The third date was exhilarating, Dave invited tavros to the club she DJ’ed at and after a few glasses of bitter liquid courage, tavros kissed Dave. Every date after that ended with a peck on the lips at the threshold of tavros’ apartment door, Dave always lingered there, her brain itching to invite herself into her home. They’d lost count of the date number when tavros invited Dave to come over that threshold and inside.

So that led to now, Dave sat crisscross on tavros’ old beat up couch, one hand holding her phone and her eyes looking up over her shades at tavros. It was rather perverse and shameless the way she watched her girlfriends behind sway as she kneeled and dug around to open cabinet to her entertainment stand. Dave considered for a moment that had she been born a man, tavros would not have made it this far being so bottom heavy. Just five minutes in tavs bed and Dave would have her whining proper, she figured a girl like tavros absolutely had to be a pushover in bed. Easy to push into position and play with-

“So, what do you want to watch?” She turned her head and Dave looked back down at her phone.

“Whatever you want babygirl” She shrugged, Tavros nods and pops a DVD in before returning to the couch and plopping down next to Dave, who in turned leaned against her as the dvd menu came up on the screen.

”Is this okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve never really seen yugioh, I’ve seen nerds cream their fedoras over the cards though.”

“This is just the first season, I didn’t want to scare you, by putting on Peter Pan the first time you’re at my place haha”

“You couldn’t pay me to leave tavros, the police wouldn’t be able to pry me off this 70’s antique couch-“

“You’re so cute Dave.” It was simple, astute, and it stopped Dave’s words there. She sputtered for a moment then fell silent after faltering.

“-Yeah-And, okay” For once Dave has nothing to say and she sits in silence next to tavros. She instead tried to actually focus on watching yugioh and cool the thoughts of being pressed against the girl next to her. They hadn’t even had a conversation about sex or who would be doing what, they were just. Riding the waves on it.

So Dave would ride tavros’ current until a ship picked her up.

~*~*~*~

It wouldn’t be until five episodes later that Dave realized she hadn’t learned a damn thing except the main characters name. She had become more or less hyperfocused on how tavros was sitting. Thighs touching hers and sometime during the second episode Dave managed to worm her arm around tavros with succession. Every few minutes tavros would prattle off some kind of quick fun fact about a characters backstory or how the duels broke every single professional rule of the actual card game. Dave would return this with a nod of acknowledgement or even throw out a little ‘damn that’s crazy’ for a little pizzaz, a small effort to maintain an image of calm.

When in actuality Dave was tapping her foot with a sense of urgency and her jaw was clenching off and on.

She was hyper aware of how close tavros was and during the fourth episode tavros placed her hand on Dave’s thigh, not moving it since, much to Dave’s dismay. She had leaned in to maximize on their cuddles and in the process just simply placed her hand. It caused something to bloom and flutter in Dave’s stomach, something that left her mouth dry. Dave hadn’t felt this tense since the last time sis showed up at her apartment in the middle night for a strife to keep her in peak form. She was just about to call tavros when that bitch showed up, cal in one hand and a sword in the other.

Its during the eighth episode when tavros makes the bolder move once again, in the form of a quietly whispered question. Dave doesn’t hear her at first so she turns to tavros, asking her to very kindly repeat it.

“Oh, um, I was just asking if it would be cool if I kissed you was all.” She sounded nervous and god did dave not hesitate.

“God yes, I’ve been waiting all day, actually scratch that babygirl, I’ve been waiting since I first laid eyes on that homegrown farm raised outrageous body shape you got hiding under those Pokémon hoodies-“ She’s silenced with a kiss. One longer than the chaste pecks she gives tavros at the end of their dates.

The kiss is longer and longer, then Dave realizes that they are making out. Her lips pressed against tavros’ and leaned into each other. They part when Dave tilts her head to try and slip some sweet tongue action and tavros’ nose bumps her shades. When they pull apart, tavros notices that the tips of Dave’s ears are turning red along with her cheeks. Dave is fidgeting, unsure of where she can place her hands and how to even coordinate herself.

Tavros is slow and deliberate as she reaches up, removing Dave’s shades and leaning in so close their noses brush, “There, they won’t get in the way now” She whispers it like a secret. Like a dirty secret.

They kiss again, this time a little more desperate and tavros takes initiative to press her tongue rather forcefully into Dave’s mouth. Dave is far too willing to open her mouth and moan low in her throat and try to press closer. The way her tongue brushes tavros should be a sin, an act so offensive to god that they’re smited where they currently sit locking lips. It’s tavros who pulls away this time, tongue running along her upper lip and giving Dave a smile that has her clenching her toes in her socks.

“Fuck,” Daves voice cracks just a little, “You’re so goddamn hot if you asked me jump I wouldn’t even ask how high, I’d just jump out the fucking window.”

“So do you, want to continue then?” Tavros hand is sliding up Dave’s thigh and she begins to feel froggy. Ready to leap.

“Only if you want to, last thing I’d ever want to do is push you. You know? You’re just so fucking pretty and your lips feel so good and-“ a finger is pressed to her lips to silence her.

“Dave?”

“Yes?”

”I want to touch you” Her other hand brushes Dave’s belt buckle on the front of her jeans and bumps raise on Dave’s skin, “Can you take these off?” Her voice is low and heavy.

“Yea baby, of course.” She complies without another word and slides off the couch, undoing her pants and dropping them. Before she could get a quick joke out about her wearing boxers (something something boxers vs briefs argument), tavros takes her hand and gently pulls her into her lap, seating dave on one of her thighs. Dave can feel the warmth of tavros’ hands on her waist through her shirt and suddenly she wants to be naked, she needs to be naked and tavros needs to be naked and-

“Stop thinking so fast, silly,” Tavros taunts lightly, one hand sliding around Dave’s neck to the back of her head and pulling her in, “You’ll have more fun, let me show you.” Dave wholeheartedly agrees and kisses tavros with renewed vigor. It’s messy, sloppy even.

The hand at the back of Dave’s head slowly applies pressure and guides her to tilt her head until its in just the right spot. The hand at her waist is slowly pulling her shirt up until Dave feels the cold over her breasts and that combined with the warmth of tavros pressed against her has her slowly beginning to rock her hips, grinding against tavros’ thigh. Its shameless but god Dave is desperate for friction. For touch. For tavros.

Daves thoughts are filled with tavros, how soft and warm she feels, how badly Dave needs to know what its like to please her with her mouth. Her thoughts run so far and wild that she doesn’t notice tavros’ hands that have moved to her hips, pressing and guiding Dave to hump her thigh like a dog. For a moment Dave remembered that she was planning to get tavros on her back, spread and pliant for her. The true ironic lesson here to be learned was something about judging books and because of that Dave was now whining and teetering on the precipice of an orgasm from the mere thought of eating out her new girlfriend.

When the thought of them grinding against each other naked crossed Daves mind she jerked back, a small string of saliva keeping them connected for a moment before it broke. Dave was still grinding, tavros’ hands still steady on her hips to keep them moving. Both of them were rightfully flushed, Dave’s thighs quivered and when their eyes locked her movements stuttered.

“Are, Are you okay?” Tavros sounded just as needy as Dave felt and she wasn’t even being touched.

“I think-I- Ah-“ Dave couldn't take in enough air she thought, her head was floating above the clouds and ever higher to space.

”You’re doing a good-A good job” One of the hands on Dave’s hips was gone, “You look really, really pretty like this.” It wasn’t fair that those words stroked Dave’s ego in the sicknastiest way. Tavros was cheating. She was cheating by the way she touched herself to the sight of Dave’s rutting, cheating by saying those things to dave.

It was erotic, dirty, it was lewd.

It wasn’t fair how easy Dave came when tavros kissed her again, her tongue in her mouth and her moans muffled between them. She rode out the waves of pleasure, hands gripping tavros’ shoulders for stability. When Dave pulled back as her mind cleared she realized that she came just from kissing. Kissing and heavy petting like some kind of teenage boy who just discovered girls. Her lips felt tingly and swollen from the kissing, she never wanted this feeling to go away.

Her eyes snap down when she notices tavros removing her hand from her pants and then Dave realizes she acted completely selfish, only chasing her own pleasure and not considering her partners. Truly no better than a man. Before Dave can throw herself to the floor in desperation and bow to apologize, Tavros shifts and makes a face, eyebrows screwing together in confusion.

“Uh, Dave, Not to….make you uncomfortable but…My thigh is wet.” Tavros looks away, Dave’s stomach drops as she looks down and in true dog fashion, Dave made a mess.

“Shit, tavros I’m so sorry,” She slides off her lap and Dave’s thighs feel sticky. Before she can turn tail and run, tavros smiles and shrugs.

“I’ll forgive you, if you stay the night.” Her smile is mischievous and Dave knows shes in trouble now.

“If that’s what it takes, tavbaby, I’ll bark for you.” Dave winks.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

God Dave hoped so.

#bunni #homestuck #davetav #fem!tavros #fem!dave #tavros nitram #Dave strider #I’m not changing their names either #there’s no female versions of their names I like #especially dove #it’s not cute I’m sorry

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beef-unknwn · 6 months

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My Operetta redesign! I cooked here I think 💥

(some design notes under da cut☝️🤓)

The Dies Irae (at least the first four notes) is referenced in these four prominent blotches! (shitty visualisation) (and yes! I gave her five linear scars to reference music sheets)

And this schwoopy hair thing is supposed to look like a treble clef but i probably didn't make it obvious enough oopsies 😐

Anyways I love bitches with facial deformities that are LOUD and UGLY 💖

#monster high #operetta #d. does she have a last name??#operetta phantom #i guess?#could also be #operetta destler #like from robert englund's 1989 film version #or maybe #operetta daae #IF she is in fact the daughter of christine and the phantom and she took her mum's last name #if that's the case that's uh... it's.... 😐#look erik wasn't exactly the good guy in the story alright?#bro was kind of a total creepazoid. like those quote unquote nice guys that complain about females always choosing the abusive jock chad #at least from what i remember #anyways i think thats enough tags

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fereldanwench · 3 months

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OC Interview - Valerie Powell

I was tagged by @gloryride forever ago to interview my girl--Thank you, bb! I'm so late to doing this that I'm not gonna tag anyone else, but feel free to yoink it if you wanna do it!

[Answers are directly from Valerie's POV before the heist in 2077.]

.ೃ࿔*:･ NAME?

Valerie Irene Powell. [laughs] Yeah, my initials are VIP. My dad had a dorky sense of humor, and my mom let him get away with it. "Irene" is my great-grandmother's first name on her side of the family.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NICKNAME?

Pretty much just "V" these days, which was all Jackie's doing. A lot of the staff and some regulars at Nishimura's used to call me "Blue," but that was ages ago. Overly familiar acquaintances who don't know me well but think they do usually call me "Val."

.ೃ࿔*:･ GENDER?

Biologically female, no gender alterations or augmentations.

A/N - Valerie is a cis woman, but I don't see that specific language being in her vernacular.

.ೃ࿔*:･ STAR SIGN?

I was born in Night City on October 12 2041. Misty tells me that makes me a, uh--Hey, Misty, what am I again?

[Misty, calling from the other room: Libra Sun with a Taurus Moon and Scorpio Rising!]

Yeah, that. [laughs] Whatever the hell that even means.

.ೃ࿔*:･ HEIGHT?

Tall. 5'10" or 178 cm. And I admit I have a weakness for a sexy pair of heels, so I usually look a lot taller.

.ೃ࿔*:･ ORIENTATION?

People are out here fucking cyborgs with four eyes and chicks with gold dicks and electric nipples--What does this even mean? [laughs] I've never given it much thought. I like what I like, and I've liked a lot of different types of people with a lot of different things going on. [laughs again]

A/N: I say Valerie is bi, because that is the contemporary real-life word that best reflects her sexuality for me when I'm talking about her, but when I was really thinking about it from her POV and in the context of her world, I don't think she'd be too hung up on a label. She'd also probably see her wide spectrum of attraction as closer to the default, not the exception.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY?

I'm a typical American mutt. My dad's side of the family can mostly be traced back to Western Europe--my grandmother told me "Powell" is an Anglicized form of an old Welsh surname--and my mom's side is from the Eastern Mediterranean. Dad's side has been in NUSA for a long time (like two centuries before it was even called NUSA), but Mom's family has only been here for a few generations.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FRUIT?

I just love fresh fruit. It's such a rare treat in Night City--I'll take fresh strawberries or melons over any other kind of sweet treat.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SEASON?

Spring! When everything starts turning green and flowers are blooming. There aren't a ton of places in Night City where you can really experience that, but I know a few hidden gems.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FLOWER?

Hydrangeas, probably. Especially the blue and purple ones. Oh, and wisteria! A tree covered in blooming wisteria is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SCENT?

Freshly brewed coffee; new car smell; woodsy, smokey colognes and perfumes; real leather; whatever incense Misty uses in her shop; clothes right out of the dryer; lavender; a ton more that I know I'm forgetting!

.ೃ࿔*:･ COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

Strong coffee, black, maybe a little sugar if I'm feeling indulgent. Tea is nice, but it's not my caffeine fix. I like a cup of lavender or chamomile tea at night. Hot chocolate is too heavy and rich for my taste. A sip is nice, but I could never finish a cup.

.ೃ࿔*:･ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

I try not to get any fewer than 6 hours, but that's easier said than done some nights. Okay, most nights.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DOG OR CAT PERSON?

You know, I've only ever seen one dog in person. A childhood friend's family had one--I don't know the breed, but it was a yippy little shit and it bit me! Never really wanted to see another dog, if I'm honest.

I like cats, though. There's a stray that hangs by Misty's place--He's the sweetest little guy. I picked up a bag of kibble we keep there to feed him when he comes around.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DREAM TRIP?

I've actually traveled a lot--My parents had to go to Biotechnica's HQ in Rome a few times when I was a kid, and they usually turned those trips into an excuse to have an extended European vacation. And I went all over the globe working for Arasaka for 7 years. I'd love to go back to Japan for non-work reasons.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

You're gonna laugh, it's so predictable. In my defense, I can't remember the last time I watched or read anything new--Actually, that's not true. Jackie made me watch one of those Bushido movies last week, and I just don't get it. Anyway. It's Elizabeth Bennet. Don't look at me--What's the next question?

.ೃ࿔*:･ NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

Just a sheet and comforter.

.ೃ࿔*:･ RANDOM FACT?

Oh, no, don't put me on the spot like this! [laughs] Um, okay, I shot my first firearm when I was about 7. Under intense adult supervision--My dad was really serious about self-defense and the right to bear arms, which always surprised people because he came across as such a meek science nerd. I didn't like it--It was so loud, even with earmuffs. Funny how things change.

Is that kind of a heavy note to leave on? [laughs again] Okay, how about this one: I can't roll my tongue.

#fem v #female v #fem v friday #oc: valerie v powell #g: cyberpunk 2077 #long post #so the fave character one really confounded me bc who the fuck are fictional characters in this world lmao #and then i was like well we could go classic lit since that still exists #and valerie was a bit of a book nerd when she was younger #and i was like omg valerie is 100% a closet romantic we gotta go austen #and the gender and orientation ones stumped me a bit too bc i just really don't think these would be seen the same way as they are irl #i think valerie would find both questions kind of odd #this was a lot of fun to do though #and the nickname thing was a bit of fun projection from my own irritation at acquaintances calling me a shortened version of my name #that i dont like lmao

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randomwriteronline · 2 months

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What's an identity but a lie?

(points at Velika) I've had enough of this dude

#bionicle #velika #humanized bionicle #random draws #gif warning #finished reading the completed version of The Powers That Be on mythsandlegacy.com! it was interesting! i will be ignoring all of the plot #especially in regards to lesovikk i Do Not See It. i am Looking Away. he is Contented and Taking A Break as we speak.#im sorry but when the character who hasnt had a shred of joy in ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS ends like That i say no thanks and turn around #but yes! velika was very interesting. disgusting little bastard. i want to squeeze his head in my hand #congrats to whiteheartlight for correctly interpreting artakhas characterization towards the nuva!#i will still forever read him as a distant estranged absentee father bc its funnier n feels more 'right' to me but congrats nevertheless #the red star itself was certainly A Thing. unfortunately my own idea of its zombies had nothing to do with what ended up being so... yea...#as i said! i am ignoring All Of The Plot #my city now #also fun fact i constantly forget Velika is not female bc his name aligns perfectly with common girl name patterns where im from. anyways #AT LAST I HAVE SHED MY CHAINS (used a b*tim song in a non-b*tim context)

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ephemerasnape · 2 months

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Just a reminder: I write nice things too!

Change of Heart is still one of my favorite one-shots! Honestly, it's the fic I find most... personally... appealing🥵 and it's really not dark or messed up in any way.

“Caused us a lot of trouble, ye have. Still – ye didn’t raise yer wand t’ me, and I won’t raise mine t’ you. Would just spend that bounty drowning my sorrows at the ‘og’s ‘ead anyways.”

Poacher x Reader

No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC

#hogwarts legacy smut #dark wizards #poachers #ashwinders #dark wizard smut #rookwood gang #poacher tracker #i haven't named him but I like to call him “evil Oswald” because of the mask #his outfit is pretty much a goth version of Oswald #oh no he's hot #hogwarts legacy #my fics #x reader #x you #female reader #x female reader

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emperornero · 9 months

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i will never again like being refered to by my deadname / birthname but i still think its a lovely name its just not for me. but also i often think about how my parents were planning on naming me . mercedes. which [ even if i would end up not using it once i gained full sentience and a personality of my own ] would be way funnier than a regular popular name in poland they decided on

#i know its not just a car brand its a normal spanish female name but come on. vroom vroom #also this feels like a weird european version of when americans name their children weirdest names possible with wacky spellings

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Cat among the pigeons

[Just a lil something set in the 1-year timeskip ]

There’s a cat crammed in a rat-cage.

Vex squints dangerously at the old halfling - Staffen, she thinks - presenting her with this catch. “What’s this?”

“Lady Vex’ahlia,” they say, and her irritation is immediately soothed by the title, “this cat has been slinking about the castle since its reclaiming. It has evaded capture - until now.”

“And you’re bringing her to me, because…”

Staffen adjusts the glasses on their nose one-handed - a touch difficult, with a growling feline spinning in the cage to spit at them. “As Grand Mistress of the Grey hunt” - Vex straightens further and does her best to maintain a small and not outrageous smile - “the beasts of the Patchwood and Whitestone are your domain. And, ah - this is most certainly a beast. She has killed several of the new messenger pigeons, even got into the henhouse.”

Vex motions for Staffen to put the cage on her desk - a scarred thing, repurposed from the surviving furniture in the castle. Being so new to the Chamber, she did not want to waste funds when perfectly good desks were available to her.

She then immediately shucks her jacket and throws it over the cage. The growling lowers to a mumble.

“Why the hells did you catch her?” she exclaims. It takes a deep breath to steel herself - thankfully, Staffen hardly looks perturbed, as though they expect overreaction from nobility. “She survived the Briarwoods and now, what - you want to kick her out? Who knows how many mice would run the place if not for her. And those would be far worse for the stores.”

They rub at their bald head. “I must note that, as you astutely said, the creature was likely present during the reign of those monsters.” Now their mouth curls into a pained snarl - all too common a reaction to the usurpers. It’s either exhausted relief that it’s done or vicious hurt and anger it happened at all. “How could any good, gods-fearing animal survive-”

“We’re animals too, darling,” Vex says. She fishes for some jerky in her desk - only Trinket’s good manners keep him out. “If Cassandra made it through those dark years alive, I don’t doubt this dear could, too.”

Without lifting the shroud of darkness, Vex slides an open palm of dried meat to where the feline protests are coming from.

She shoots the halfling a very, very smug look over the cage and jacket as the growling stops and a barbed tongue rasps over her fingers.

“I’d be a fool to fire such a diligent worker,” she preens.

It’s only a day or two later Vex is able to get Pelora (apparently a common name children give pale or ginger mollies in Whitestone - the daughter of Cassandra’s valet names her) to stop and enjoy some scritches as she pads by. Positive reinforcement is doing wonders for the poor thing - her ears are ragged ruins, her nerves even worse. Despite helping herself to castle fowl she’s skin and bones underneath.

It’s a delightful surprise, if not a betrayal, to find the cat stole her spot a week after their meeting.

“Percy, darling,” she calls as she slips into his office, a plate heaped with lunch for both of them in one hand.

In an unusual turn, Percival is not pouring over some request for funding or aid or another. Handling citizenship applications from refugees looking to move to Whitestone in a more permanent manner had been the subject of much of his attention.

Which is why Vex made a point to show up and make herself subject of his attention, when she could.

His head shoots up to meet her gaze, glasses most of the way down his nose. Percy smirks and brings a finger to his lips. Shh.

Curiosity piqued, Vex tiptoes over, silently setting their plate on a somewhat clear spot. She thinks that document can handle a few crumbs.

Pelora is curled in his lap, purring. As if sensing Vex she opens her eyes - the fluffy mouser trills, flipping to show her belly. Her paws knead the air.

Vex stifles a snicker behind her hand.

“She stole my spot!” she giggles.

Percy laughs hard enough to piss off the cat. She leaves in a huff, tail high. Vex, at least, keeps her word and seats herself in the space thus vacated. Percy’s such a pleasant shade of red when she does it - hard to resist kissing his cheek before digging in.

#critical role #perc'ahlia #percahlia #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #cr fanfic #critical role fanfic #just a lil snippet that didnt make the cut BUT is still awfully cute for what it is #LOOK you know how many cats are named Leo or Simba or Kitty or Luna or Midnight n shit #I feel like diety derived names would be common! and Pelor is one of Whitestone's patron gods #so - feminine version of Pelor being a common name for pale female cats #I feel like cats are associated w Pelor in Whitestone anyways - given they love to sunbathe and do not fear the dark #campaign 1 #vox machina

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