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#you're the best reward
cheekylittlepupp · 2 months
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So me n @egooppidum are doing our multiplayer honour mode run and aside of the endless amount of bugs, the most recent one was me receiving HER as a reward from Alfira 😭
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So…we knocked out Alfira in act 1 so my durge ass doesn't kill her, just for her to gift me @egooppidum 💀 (the player she had -40 approval with LMFAO)
ALSO FCK YOU LARIAN, I CAN'T ROMANCE MY WIFE MINTHARA BECAUSE SHE BUGGED OUT IN ACT 2 (iwant to cry. Minthy is literally the only companion that I would ditch Astarion for😭)but also I'm currently romancing Gale and...I think im becoming a Gale girlie...ohmygod
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crabsnpersimmons · 4 months
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a little wip for a little thing i'm working on!
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sygneth · 4 months
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Echoes lore time! (And also my random DE thoughts about Harry's place!)
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Reading the last page, you might have had a feeling we're going to see the inside of Harry's place soon, and you were right!
So to make everything clear (and because, in the first place, I had a place with a very specific plan in my head when I've been writing scenes at HDB's) i drew a lil cheat sheet.
(Yes. I like to make building plans. A lot.)
I believe Harry inherited this place, and thus he owes it. And also, this is why it's in a not-the-worst of tenement houses and in not-the worst standard. It was a place where they used to live with Dora, and I think he made it a sanctuary of a kind after she left. He never moved anything from its original place deliberately, and so the place slowly started to become a decaying memorial of a nonexistent relationship.
Harry's place is a whole big meta topic to explore and I feel like there is a lot to it in terms of the psychology of a place.
Assuming that he is still living in the same place as he used to when with Dora, oh boy. The bad days, when every single thing reminded him of her. The remorse, the memories, the past. A scratch over the floor, where she tripped while dancing. Her favourite mug, or rather the few pieces of it, after he broke it in a fit of rage. An empty space after a painting that she loved so much. The scratched wall over the bedhead. The bed itself.
Then, the better days, when he tried to take care of his apartment, but some things were already damaged beyond repair. The plants died, he could buy new ones, but he knew that, sooner or later, they'd share the previous one's fate. The ripped carpet, stained furniture, cracked tiles. Could be replaced, but sooner or later they'd share the previous one's fate. A scratched floor. The scratched floor.
And then, rather sooner than later, the days become bad again.
I don't think Harry liked to spend time at his place. Especially in the bedroom. Especially when he wanted to quit. There was too much past in there, staring at him from every corner, every crack of the floor. I think a good deal of his past relapses might have been caused by this place. Sometimes a forgotten something he found while cleaning it up, sometimes just the space itself, soaked with memories.
(And to all my faithful readers of Echoes, I just want to let you know I read every single one of your tags and comments and it always makes my day <3 Thank you for that everybody, and if I don't always reply to the comments, I want you to know I do read them and I do appreciate them a whole whole lot, life is just very overwhelming sometimes)
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gideonisms · 1 year
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Like y'all are not getting some kind of automatic mental reward for accomplishing tasks come on that HAS to be a capitalist myth. Maybe if you value the task or you're excited to be done for the day but I KNOW people aren't just out there completing tasks just for the enjoyment of completing something because then everyone wouldn't dnf books all the time but they do
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ishipthis · 9 months
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Ship Happens, update.
Heeeeey guys! This is just a little note to say we're still here and Ship Happens chapter three is definitely still happening. I know there has been a big lull between chapters, but that will make sense when you see that chapter three alone thus far is sixty pages long. Sixty. Six Zero. You know, the number after fifty-nine?
@gleektasticklaine and I have been working really hard on making sure that this fic is really special for you guys, and we're super excited (seriously, we fan girl on the daily) about what we've got written and planned for the rest of the story.
So this is just a quick note to say thank you to everyone who is reading and who is excited for the next chapter drop. We appreciate the shit out of every single one of you and feel totally blessed that you're enjoying reading our words.
With that being said, if you feel you'll need to do a refresh before chapter three, I would advise reading over one and two to prepare yourself. Chapter three will be here before you know it. :)
And If you haven't yet read Ship Happens, and you're interested in seeing what happens when Carly and Freddie are ditched by Sam on their fun best friend reunion cruise... Well, heres the link. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48942895/chapters/123473746
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13eyond13 · 1 year
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Sometimes I still think about how sweet it was when that anon checked on me last year when I was posting overly dark jokes. Thank you whoever you were, that was kind
#i am so much better now but last year was a bad one for me#there was a time in the fall where i literally couldn't get out of bed just because it felt pointless#anyway my mom also forced me to make a doctors appointment and luckily my doctor is super kind and got me on a good medication#but it also was just from stuff like losing my job struggling in school and going through the hurricane etc#im just so glad that i was pushed through that by concerned folks because im enjoying life much better now and that wasnt that long ago#anyway if you're struggling badly right now pls know its not hopeless#reach out for the help youre given and try to see yourself as worth it to fight for#take it little steps at a time#celebrate the small victories like having a shower or taking a walk or answering a call#the best thing for me other than the doctor was just finding ways to be around other people more#instead of feeling defeated i had to think of ways i could fix the loneliness that was affecting me so much#i had to get proactive like i started volunteering and started a book club etc#also i just made myself be very honest with the friends i already had about my struggles and it helps with feeling closer to them#and less alone in it all#because its not that uncommon to have those kinds of struggles and it helps other people open up about their own or just know how you are#the hardest things to do were the most rewarding things in the end#volunteering gave me a reason to get out of the house meeting new people and trying new things and feeling good about myself and#i had to remind myself that i was able to offer things of value and that other people like having me around actually#like the book club is something my friend group looks forward to so much and made new friends through and i started that!#even though i was nervous about it and didnt know if theyd like it at all#other people need you just as much as you need them and thats the truth bby#p
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mortific · 3 months
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how did i get paired with the most normal level-headed person on earth for a best friend. every other week i'm torturing and killing myself and they're just like "i made some bread do you want a slice."
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erosrageclaw · 1 month
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officially obsessed with dragon's dogma 2. main pawn and i both grappled a griffin on opposite ends at the same time, took off with both of us still attached, carried us across battahl holding on for dear life, and when we finally landed this is the conversation one of my other pawns had with the main one when they finally caught back up
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vounoura · 9 months
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what gets me abt Fel really is how much of an undertone through all of durge it is that you are never not being watched. He knows exactly when you give in, he knows everything you do, he knows the people you love and care for and sleep with and he knows exactly what to say and where to prod to get durge to do what he wants. you are not even safe from him in your own dreams because he's able to visit you there too. he holds your entire life history and important memories in his hands but it's him who gets to decide what you get to know and when, and he'll give you them if you just listen.
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agentravensong · 1 year
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when i took my english class on approaches to literature and culture last semester (the one taught by the professor whom i eventually got to play the beginner's guide), the final project consisted of interviewing someone we knew about their perspective on literature and its place in culture and then doing a write-up about it. i interviewed my high school english professor. it took about 12-15 minutes iirc; it was nice to catch up with him and he provided some neat insights. this post isn't about him, though.
see, one of my theater friends - the one who directed our production of hamlet, in fact - is taking that class this semester, taught by a different professor (one i also know and very strongly appreciate (...and whom i also got to play the beginner's guide)). he has to do a slightly different version of that same assignment; he needed to interview someone for at least 20 minutes.
he decided to interview me :)
so i got to talk with him for what was at least a half hour today (probably double that counting our conversing before and after he turned on/off the recording) about the ways we define and interact with literature. we talked about theater stuff (i brought up r&g are dead three times, because how could i not), but also video games and fanfiction; about interpretations and retellings of stories and the baggage that comes with them and what it even means to write something "original"; about what it means to approach something literarily as an actor versus a reader versus a writer; and a whole bunch of other stuff i'm forgetting rn.
it was. really, really nice. to get to do that.
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nmg categories are so boring omg. when i get isma’s skips in an nmg run it’s like ok....sure but i could be doing the same thing but playing rando instead. but going through the same room in all glitches is like yippee!!! yahoo!!! im floating and flying and potentially softlocking!!! living on the edge and i love it
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detectiveconnor · 2 years
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#the way connor builds Safety - You Deserve To Feel Safe Here - into the way that he works
yeah!
#i just think people who are 'wHaT DoES MaRkUS seE In ConNoR?'#he is deliberately like this.#he is deliberately Open#i have said before -- markus has a way of including everyone in the room in a conversation. connor has a way#of making it feel like you're the only two people in the room#they Both - they Each - work in this medium of keeping-going and matter-of-fact Sharing#(matter-of-fact 'well you deserve it. here it is')#connor does it because it is True because it makes sense because it is Obviously The Best Way To Do His Work#and because it's rewarding. and because it is true (because it is Right but 'true' is the word he uses)#(they are a person. that is true. here is how he treats people -)#anyway#connor has a way of 'i am looking for a language you speak that i can speak too' has a way of 'how do we communicate?'#thinking about the way he Righted henry's hair in one of their very first interactions bc it was True about him#because connor listens for Trues.#thinking about.......#i just#i just think:#connor has a wicked sense of humour and laughs at a lot and is (is!!! is!!!!!!) warm in a way a lot of people don't notice#but he's real all the way through#not forever-yielding. you can step on his toes and he will Tell you. there is this inescapable tenacity for That's *Enough*.#but he draws his lines and is fair about them. draws his lines and Enforces them.#lets people step off clearly-labelled cliffs if they insist that's what they'd like to do -#where did. where was i going#i was going: connor is real all the way down i am saddened by people who think otherwise. he's Whole#'what does markus see in connor' maybe the question is rather: what are you Not seeing in connor#(*ingrid commenting about a post she read in the dbh tag two weeks ago noises*)#this isn't even like. i don't care if you do not ship them#that is not the thing that made me !!!#the thing that made me !!! was. he is so real#there is a Lot to see in him actually. connor deserves more than being erased
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clericalcynic · 2 years
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Every day is Labor Day if you’re working friend.
Be kind to yourself year round, and not just today or tomorrow, but everyday.
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calamitys-child · 7 months
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Listening to a podcast discussing conspiracy theories and deconstructing the ideas behind them and it's reminded me of the coolest practical lessons in critical thinking I ever got, both in high school, both from the same teacher. One was a month long project on who killed jfk in which we could basically present any theory as long as we cited all our reasons and it got us really excited about research and interpretation, but it was the follow up that I liked best.
Our next project she brought us into class and showed us a documentary claiming the moon landing was faked. Gave us worksheets to do that sided with that stance. And at the end of class a bunch of us were like miss wait this doesn't seem right?? and she said okay, we'll discuss that next week. The next lesson, she showed us a mythbusters episode countering all the claims of the original documentary and gave us worksheets for that, and another bunch of people went wait miss you can't teach us two opposing things, which one is right? What do we put on the exam??
So she split the class in two and told us each to present a case based on each side, and to explain why our source was or wasn't the more reliable of the two. Got us to debate each other directly and use additional sources to back us up and explain why those sources were reliable and should be believed. And because they were randomly assigned there was no guarantee you'd agree with the stance you were presenting, but you had to present it like you did. At the end of the project she asked us all which stance we found more convincing and why, and the majority of us basically said "we think that the moon landing is real because most of the arguments against it seem like someone reacted to a confusing thing without testing it, but when you test it and ask the person running the test to explain the science it makes sense once you have more information. Also, one documentary was made with the help of scientists with qualifications and experience and the other was made by people who don't have that but like to write mystery books, which looks like a less reliable way to get an answer. But we still dont understand why you showed us both if one is wrong."
And she was like excellent. You've done exactly what you should do. At high school level, we as teachers are expected to filter for the reliable sources for you, so you know to repeat that to pass an exam, but if you want to be historians on your own, I won't be your teacher any more once you graduate. Lots of people have opinions and theories and research about times in history, and it's your job to learn how to look at them and decide who you want to trust. This won't be on the exam, but I need you all to know it. You all did a great job following the school's instructions to repeat information you were given, but for some of you, that information wasn't on a reliable foundation. I know you all know how to pass an exam. You're smart and you've been trained to follow these instructions. What you deserve to be taught is how to use all this once you don't have to do exams any more.
And then as a reward for us doing a good job at figuring out the value of checking your sources' sources she let us watch Bush get hit in the face with a shoe before we had to go to maths. Shoutout to you Ms Hannah you were a good'un I hope you're doing well ten years on from that class
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teddybeartoji · 21 days
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
btw toji loves fucking you in prone bone. and he likes to just put all of his weight on you, trapping you underneath him and he likes to just grind into you. he's so fucking big and it's just so much and you feel like you're going to pass out from the sensation. he doesn't even pull out, he just slowly rolls his hips into yours while sloppily kissing away the tears that fall from your pretty eyes.
you can't even properly moan anymore, the only sounds that slip from your lips are broken mewls and shaky breaths. his one arm is curled around your neck, supporting your heavy head with his forearm and bicep. toji feels your drool on his skin and grins to himself.
his hot breath warms your already scorching flesh and you can't keep eyes open either – the feeling of toji in your guts being too much to handle. hazy and delirious, he loves seeing you like this; he loves watching you crumble underneath him. he loves to fuck your pretty little brains out and he will keep doing so as long as he gets to see you like this.
he hisses when you clench around him, his own breath hitching. his free hand finds yours holding onto the crumpled bedsheet below you and he interwines his bigger, rougher fingers with yours.
"does it feel good, hm?" he rasps right in your ear. your body trembles at his voice, at the proximity and he feels like he's in heaven. "tell me."
but instead of an answer, you let out a defeated little whimper from the depths of your stomach. he's so heavy on top of you and you just can't bring yourself to open your mouth again. you just can't do it; you don't have the strength nor the brainpower.
he squeezes your hands before pushing himself deep inside, his tip kissing your most sensitive part. a broken cry tumbles from you accompanied by another few tears—
—but then he just stays there.
he doesn't pull away, he doesn't move at all. he's crushing you under him, he's forging your bodies together. his heart rests above yours, his warm skin sticks to yours just like it's meant to.
"toji- "
he hums and presses his lips to your sweaty temple. he can feel your body trembling, the overstimulation taking hold of you before his very eyes.
"move." your voice is almost as raspy as his is. he's proud of that too – you're giving your all to him and he welcomes you with open arms. this is his way to show you how much he really cares for you, his way of showing his love. "please."
toji chuckles darkly; even the slightest movement makes the knot in your stomach tighten in this position and you feel like you're going to cum... just from this – you're going to finish with him lodged deep inside you, exactly where he belongs.
"i asked you a question, sweetheart."
you try to wriggle yourself under him, desperate to make him move but he's way too heavy. he moves your both hands closer and tucks them right beside your head – he's making you feel smaller and smaller. it feels like you're suffocating. in the best fucking way possible.
the hand that's been resting below your jaw goes to turn your head to the side, so toji can finally kiss you. open-mouthed and sloppy, he pushes his tongue inside and groans at the taste of you. his angel. you can barely keep up with him but he doesn't mind.
he's still not moving his hips though. if anything, he spreads his big thighs a bit wider so he can burrow himself even deeper. your mouth falls slack against his and you can't fucking breathe.
"tell m', how ya feel."
cracking open your eyes, you peer at him from the corner of your eyes and he coos at you. he doesn't let go of your face, keeping you right there so he can look at your perfectly fucked out face.
"so- so good." you hiccup. lips covered in your own drool, you look like a mess. you look like you deserve a reward. "please...."
toji gives you another rumble of a hum and a soft little smile. a lovesick one. he brings your hand to his lips and he presses a kiss on the inside of your wrist while keeping his eyes on you. his lips tug upward when he feels you pulsate around him again but he doesn't tease you for it this time.
it doesn't take much for him to have you twitching and spasming below him. he drinks up every single gasp and mewl, every single whimper and moan as he keeps rocking his hips into you. he helps you ride out your earth-shattering orgasm with rougher and rougher thrusts, his own desire to fill you up and mark you as his taking hold of him.
you cry into the pillow as he growls praise at you. the air in the room is thick and the messy, slick sounds of your bodies grinding together fills the space with ease. you can hear yourself, you can hear him and it's like a perfect melody. everything is so fucking messy, it's so fucking dirty and you wouldn't want it any other way.
he gives your hand another strong squeeze as he cums. his hips stutter flush against you, skin to skin, and he lets out the most beautiful moan. he doesn't hold back anymore – he wants you to know how good you make him feel, too.
his body relaxes on top of you as he listens to you trying to catch your breath. he pulls you as close as he possibly can.
"did s'good for me." he gives you another sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck before hiding his flushed face in your hair. you give him a weak hum, the exhaustion hitting you like a truck. your eyes flutter shut but you gather your last strength to raise and pull his hand to your lips. you need to feel him; more, more, more – he needs to be even closer. always.
soft lips against the back of his hands, you whisper. "iloveyou..."
the words all mix together, coming out as a muddled mess... but it's his muddled mess. he can't help but smile lazily at your sleepy confession.
"i love y'too."
he lets you rest for a bit, he knows you need it. he plays with your hair and he drags his fingers over your smaller ones. he doesn't want to pull away, he wants to stay like this forever.
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stoutpancakes · 1 month
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Okay but been thinking of Orc!König.
Orc!König who finds you when raiding your village with his clan and who knows you're far sweeter, far more rewarding than the other treasures he loots from the village.
Orc!König who takes you with him as a trophy no matter how hard you fight back and can't deny the fact that it only riles him up more.
Orc!König who dresses you in the finest furs and gives you the best meats and sweetest fruits to feast upon to properly court you.
Orc!König who is reassured you're the one when you tend to his wounds after a nasty scrap with a fellow orc.
Orc!König who allows you to braid his hair, adding a little bead along with the others in his auburn locks to symbolize your marriage.
Orc!König who lays you upon the furs lining the floor of his tent to make love to you, keeping you warm all night long with the sounds of his guttural grunts and groans filling the tent.
Orc!König whose heart beats wildly at the sight of you being pregnant with a half-orc baby, watching as you waddle around camp with a hand on your back and one cradling your swollen stomach.
Orc!König and the way he will smite anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction, vowing to protect you and your baby from anyone and anything.
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