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reiderwriter · 9 months

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hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

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cod-sins · 11 months

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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[A/N: I didn't proofread this so if you see a mistake no you did not.]

[Edit: I can't seem to add a read more option fellow mobile users I am so sorry]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. I see König standing at a whopping 6'10 (because I say so) meaning he's a big guy. He has trouble finding clothes that fit his size (especially pants). He gets alot of his civilian clothes tailored or he just has his Oma [ :')] do it for him. I imagine he wears a size 49 in European shoes (16 for Americans) and he prefers boots and sneakers instead of sandals and loafers. His usual outfits include plain colored tees, a jacket (usually dark colors; black, navy blue, hunter green), sweatpants [show off that dickprint] and combat boots. König doesn't wear his hood out in public, so he settles for black or blue surgical masks. He doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself so dressing casual is his way to go. He's got big meaty thighs and hard abs with a sharp prominent v-line (mwah) to tie it all together.

‣. König has a cleft lip! It's on the right side of his mouth, he hated it as a child but grew up to realize it was apart of him. He has scars on his forearm from a hostile trying to slash him. They run deep and it was a pretty painful experience for him (he hates talking about it and he tries to wear long sleeved clothes but sometimes the weather ends up winning). He also has a bullet scar on his thigh as well. He keeps his nails short except one or two just in case he needs to pick something or scratch. I imagine his hair to be a soft strawberry blonde color. Something like this, this, and this. Because of the military he keeps it very short but he likes when his s/o styles it around. It looks similar to these styles. Despite what canon says I say his eyes are deep green.

‣. König is a Libra! His birthdate is August 22, 1995! [I know Libra's aren't born in August but for the sake of fanfiction shhhh let's pretend it is!] Making König 27 years old; He's very mature for his age!

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ‣. König suffered from anxiety/social anxiety since he was 17 and still suffers till this day just not as much. He's able to turn it off in the field but once he's on leave and is around other civilians it comes crawling back. It has stopped him from making friends, hanging out with his fellow soldiers and even dating. He's still a virgin because of this (and because of work and him finding the right person but that's a later issue). However once you get past that shy exterior he's pretty cocky. He's proud of the fact that he is a colonel and he enjoys secretly flexing on his s/o. "Ja, I took down a group of terrorists and saved all the hostages by myself. No big deal (👀)." He's one of those quiet people who talks alot of shit in their head and sends side eyes instead of starting shit.

‣. König is relatively good at hiding his anger, especially since he wears that mask 24/7. He'll quietly brood in the corner--arms crossed giving off an aura that spooks the new recruits. He's very quiet not speaking unless spoken too or if he needs something. König is so sarcastic! He'll roll his eyes (secretly) or mumble smart comments under his breath––mocking whatever superior that pissed him off. If you're close to you him you'll notice when he's happy. He has a slight bounce in step and he walks with his chest puffed up proudly. It's a real cute sight honestly.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. König's favorite colors are earthy tones. He likes dark woodsy green, russet and navy blue. I imagine he loves the ocean and water. Especially creeks! Winter may not be his favorite season but he loves hiking through the snow in his hometown's nature trails. He enjoys hearing the sound of the snow and dead leaves crunch under his footsteps. Speaking of hometown his favorite dishes are things like beef stew or anything meaty and hearty. He really likes homemade jams and jellys. He prefers going to the farmers market and picking up his fruits and vegetables fresh.

‣.This man's house is HUGE. It would look maybe something like this. It's super spacious with a few spare rooms for guests. König showers more than he bathes. He's legs are too long to fit which makes him have to awkwardly scrunch himself up. He isn't around much because of his work so he never took to the time to properly decorate. If you're his s/o he gives you permission to decorate. Make it look really pretty for him please. He lives somewhere a little distant from the city; closer to the country but not too far. He still wants to be close to local shopping markets.

‣.I think König would prefer a fat/chubby partner over a thinner partner. He enjoys grabbing onto their body, holding them closely feeling the warmth radiate from their body. I see him liking a partner who is quiet. Not as quiet as him because he likes when your chatter fills the silence. But someone who's able to relax and enjoy the ambience of their surroundings. Someone who is able to point out the little details in things. He wouldn't mind an outgoing s/o, someone who speaks for him when he doesn't feel verbal that day.

König was once stationed by an ocean for half a year and it was the best moments of his life. It was so calming for him. Every night he could hear the waves gently crashing against each other it always soothed him. It was favorite lullaby (after the one his mom sings).

König always has his hands held behind his back or he holds them in the front. He enjoys grabbing parts of himself it helps keep him stable and grounded. He also fiddles alot. Like he constantly stretches and wiggles his fingers. Or he lightly traces his thighs up and down with his fingers.

One of his favorite genres of music is Electro Swing. His favorite band is Caravan Palace. He loves all their albums.

100% picks people up. If you're his s/o and you're in his way he's grabbing you by the waist and gently moving you over. If you're on the battlefield god knows he's treating you like a football; bro is slugging you over his shoulder if you get injured or he's tackling you down to protect you from grenades.

If he's stutters too much in a sentence he gets really mad. He doesn't find it funny when people mock his accent. Also!! There are certain English words that König just doesn't know. He's fluent in English and can write well but there are times he gets stuck on words he doesn't recognize.

Has a thing for chubby cheeks. Also really likes chubby fingers. If you have fat fingers please give him a massage, he would love it so much. It's such a nice contrast too; his rough calloused hands compared to your soft round ones.

Looves chocolate. Especially dark chocolate, he really enjoys candy bars with nuts and toffee in them. He adores American super-sized candy bars. He also really likes twizzlers and licorice.

He doesn't outwardly smoke but if you offer he won't refuse. He's makes sure not to make it a habit (his grandmother was very upset when she caught him smoking once), he'd rather die by a bullet than slowly kill himself.

I know I said he's 27 but I imagine him to be 35 in canon.

NATURE LOVER! Bro is enamored by the beauty of his home country. He loves observing the wildlife on walks. He has a journal where he keeps different leaves from different places he was stationed at.

Good friends with Horangi. Not like BFFS (they are) but they're drinking buddies. Horangi helps König with his social anxiety and König helps Horangi not fall back into gambling.

König's favorite meat ever is lamb. He fucking loves a tender lamb roast. Gets annoyed as hell when the meat get stuck between his gums but he thinks it's worth it for the delicious food.

Pretty particular about his beers, he doesn't drink anything he's a man of class! He'll go on this super long lecture about how German brewing is so much better than other countries and that non-German beer/alcohol can't compete. Him and Soap got into an argument about this.

He keeps his area as tidy as possible. He isn't a slob but isn't a complete neat freak. If he has a bunch of random items out he'll try and keep them in a organized pile.

Sometimes he leaves his guns out around his house.

Lowkey likes being needed. There are times when his fellow soldiers ask him for help carrying extra stuff or when children or the elderly ask him to reach stuff off the top shelves. Especially likes when his s/o ask him to carry them. He'll start to puff his chest out and walk around with a dumb grin under his mask.

Type of guy to see people down an asle and wait for them to move instead of saying excuse me. [Projecting fr fr]

A real crafty individual, his hood is just a tee-shirt with holes in it. His helmet is literally a bicycle helmet he modded with military gear. König knows how to sew and he can tailor a little. He prefers taking his clothes to a seamstress or tailor because his hands are very big and sewing can a take a long time and he doesn't have that much patience for it.

He LOVED arts and crafts as a child. He would make so much shit to bring him to his mom and grandma. His grandmother still has his things till this day.

His favorite English speaking bands would be The Smiths, Boâ and The Cranberries. He likes to quietly sing to himself it makes him happy. He also enjoys 70-80s music. I also think he likes the sound of nu metal/rock instrumentals.

If he had an s/o he would love to dance with them. He would/could never dance in public but behind closed doors god knows this man would shimmy with his partner. He doesn't care if you can dance well because he can't dance well, he just wants to let loose and have fun with you.

Broke a guy's ribcage once. It was during sparring and König was pretty pissed with the man because he did something cocky and stupid that caused them the life of another soldier. He didn't receive proper punishment because they successfully completed the mission but König decided he should deal his own form of justice. By putting so much pressure on his chest until he heard a satisfying crack sound.

I think he likes apple cider.

He was raised by his mother and grandmother so he has a softer spot towards woman. He enjoys being in their company.

Smells like one of those fireplace candles or something with sandlewood and cinnamon. On the battlefield thought he reeks of blood, sweat and gunpowder.

Absolutely hates when there is dirt under his nails (or anyone else's). He thinks it looks so gross it makes him wanna vomit.

His favorite animal is probably either a bear or fox. He also likes pigs, he thinks the little piglets are so cute.

König is texter not a caller. He'll send his s/o paragraphs of texts instead of small individual ones because he thinks the notifications would be annoying and the last thing he wants to be is annoying (please convince him he's not).

He always plans out conversations in his head. Before going to check-out he's going through a mental rundown of what the total is gonna be, how he's gonna pay and what the cashier is going to say. Being in the military lowkey made this worse. He's always over analyzing conversations because he's afraid of messing up and embarrassing himself.

He likes drama movies and psychological horror. Midsommar is one of his favorite horror movies.

König has stretch marks on his thighs and legs and a little on his stomach. His growth spurt was crazy as a child.

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phantom-of-the-memes · 9 months

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is it okay to learn gaeilge if you aren’t irish but most of your heritage actually is from ireland? i totally get what you were saying with your other post about barely having irish heritage and making it an aesthetic but if that’s not the case it’s not like a closed language right?

Ok so I’m going to go on a bit of a rant here and explain my post and my feelings about this.

First and foremost, it’s not a closed language.

More people learning Irish is always a good thing. However, I think you should ask yourself your intentions for learning Irish. This is where Irish people’s annoyance at US Americans can come in.

Firstly is regards to my posts about my frustrations at Americans making my post about Ireland and our relationship with Irish and efforts to preserve it, about themselves. Sometimes the best way to be and ally to a cultural group that you are not in, is to say nothing and to simply listen. This is something we deal with on the daily, and have dealt with for centuries. Having lived in the USA for centuries and now culturally being an American, you do not feel this.

I think because America is such a mish mash of DNA, you guys have a different idea of race than we do. We identify as nationalities rather than race. Yes we are black or white, but first and foremost we are Irish or Nigerian or Korean or whatever!

An Irish person is someone who lives in Ireland, who is immersed in our culture, who is affected by our laws and politics. Not someone who had a relative centuries ago that was Irish, but is now part of a different culture. You can have zero Irish ancestry and be Irish because you live on the island! Minimising a whole culture down to blood percentages is weird and not at all how it works.

Here is when the “celtiboo” (Celtic weaboo, ie, someone who is obsessed with and fetishises the Celtic nations such as Ireland) issue comes in. Someone could have ten different DNA percentages of different European countries, yet they focus in on Ireland. This is because of the fetishised idea that people have of us and our culture. People refuse to listen to Irish people, and will only believe their idea of what our culture and history is. I know this first hand living in a city that is inundated with tourists on the daily. My sister is a tour guide at a massive historical site here. US Americans won’t listen to us.

You don’t really see this with these same people who might have French DNA for example. And there is a massive difference between our Languages. French is a language that is far from endangered. It is itself a colonisers language. You learn French so you can go to French speaking countries and use your skills. With Irish, realistically you won’t get to use it. We only get to use it when studying in school or in Gaeltachts (Irish speaking areas), and they aren’t that common.

So you have to ask yourself why you do you want to learn it? Is it for a gimmick or party trick? Something you can pull out that other people in your country won’t have heard of?

When we say we want to preserve Irish, we mean that we want our people in Ireland to be able to speak it. We aren’t trying to spread that language around the world. We just want to restore things to the way they were before England colonised us.

Anyways, in conclusion, just please don’t claim to be a nationality that your aren’t and try to speak on our issues. Please be respectful of native languages and when people from the affected group speak on our troubles, just listen! Please don’t reply making it about yourself and your whatever percentage DNA that put you in “exactly the same position” as us, because it doesn’t.

#ireland #irish #hozier #unreal unearth #hozier unreal unearth #Gaeilge #celtiboo #usa #us american #America #American

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batfamscreaming · 2 years

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Listen. We direly must uncouple Hyrule from the fantasy of medieval Europe. If Hylia's power and the power of sages are believed to be passed down by bloodlines, that means the Hylian Royal family has a vested interest in controlling the bloodline, but also in keeping it healthy. Do you know about Royal European bloodlines? Yeah you can trace them back 1000 years, but everyone has hemophilia.

Controlling the bloodline means hapsburg style not marrying any other royal families because then that royal family has a legal stake in your land. Hyrule royal family has magical powers? Everybody wants to marry into that. Everyone wants a piece of magic power.

So you marry people who are already invested in Hyrule, which someone is saying "nobility who own the various lands in hyrule", but even if you keep a pretty close eye on shit and arrange marriages as far apart as possible, after a few generations, people are gonna start running out of gene pool space. The Hapsburgs lasted 500-700 years before the Spanish ones were literally were unable to conceive anymore and the other Hapsburgs finally married out.

We have to keep this up not just for 10k years, but indefinitely. So that's not going to work.

I'm not saying that the hyrulian royal family didn't marry nobles at all, but I am saying that it is super fucking common for them to marry like. Just a dude.

Maybe other kingdoms surrounding Hyrule are trying to make political marriages, but hyrulian princesses are basically forbidden from marrying foreign princes, and instead are encouraged to chat up the local blacksmith for example, or perhaps the nice young lad at the market selling flowers. The servant with the nice smile.

Does this lead to a big power imbalance? Yes. But it also has a weird fun side effect that a lot of prince and princess consorts know how common Hylians live and can provide input in ruling. It means the hyrulian people feel a little closer to the monarchy and may be more inclined to trust them, not just because of religious reasons but because they can see people like themselves in the royal family here and there.

Obviously if a royal starts courting someone way below them in social standing it's not easy, there's a lot that goes into literacy and schooling all of a sudden, and political training and manners, and then after starting all that good luck if they fucking break up. But it does make a very very strange, relaxed royal family for a very very strange kingdom fraught with blessings.

It also means that the bloodline has spread.

There's the line to the throne, of course, but most of the time if there are multiple heirs some of them simply never are used. They also cant marry out of the kingdom of course, to maintain control of the bloodline, but if the queen can marry a commoner, well... surely so can her sibling. And those children are even less likely to be used for the throne than their royal parent. I suppose this could make up a lot of nobility, but not all of it.

A lot of semi-royals end up bringing a dowry to commoner families and spreading that money in the community they settle down in. Their kids marry locals and so on and so forth until there's any number of people who have a connection to the royal line without even really knowing about it. After all, most regular folk aren't deeply involved in genealogy. Four generations back is plenty. And it's not like spares and their kids settle down all the time, it's just one or two a generation and the kids from others become not much bigger a deal than fun gossip.

Because no one is thinking about it, it seems strange and miraculous sometimes, how the kingdom of Hyrule remains prosperous and wealthy with a royal family that are strange and unformal but mostly hale, as if their blood is magical.

And yet, people are still surprised when it seems like their heroes come from nothing.

As if the whole kingdom shares a blessing.

#i dont like the bloodline thing but i just thinj if you use it you should use it RIGHT #legend of zelda #loz #beatext #worldbuilding #we can build a fire

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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I love your content so much omg!!! Can I get Copia with an SO who's kind of awkward like he is but they're super embarrassed about it (if that makes sense)? Tysm ❤️

I am a Copia kinnie. I make noises. This is self-indulgent - Jez

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o

You probably joined the Ministry to get away from getting bullied because of how awkward you were when you were little. You had trouble getting people to like you because you often stumbled on your words and made little noises instead.

You'd always blush and get flustered about it, thinking of how embarrassing all this is. More often than not, you'd end up hiding your face in your hands, making even more noises to voice how you felt. Something between whines and groans.

You ended up not talking much to avoid the awkwardness it involved. Until... You met him.

He was still a Cardinal when you first met him. You've seen him a few times before, but never really talked to him.

He came up to you, seeing as you were the closest to him when he needed help preparing something for the next European Tour.

He started out with a small "Hi, excuse me?"

You turned to him, acknowledging the man with a small hum.

He blinked a couple times before trying to talk, but it took him quite a while.

For the first few minutes he just made noises. Many different noises. It started out with a simple long "uuuuum...", then an awkward chuckle and some sounds similar to a mosquito jumping up and down.

Both of you just kind of stood there for a while, looking at each other with wide eyes. He couldn't get the words he wanted out and you were too surprised to come up with words of your own.

Finally, the silence was broken by your giggles. He blushed at this, confused. He tilted his head a bit, blinking as if something got into his eye.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just... It's just... U-uh..." and then you started making awkward noises of your own.

And then you were the one blushing furiously, your face as red as the cassock he was wearing. Possibly even a deeper shade.

You whined, getting embarrassed and hiding your face in your hands, trying to mumble out apologies, but they came out as little whines, squeaks and groans.

And then he gently took your hands, holding them in his own and rubbing your knuckles with his thumbs soothingly.

You two became great friends after that. And eventually, a few months after his plastic surgery "to look more like a real Papa", he confessed that his feelings for you were more than that.

Well... Okay, he tried to confess his feelings. He made a lot of awkward noises, instead.

Fortunately, after months of being close, you understood.

This time you held his hands, blushing with a small laugh.

You nodded, mimicking his noises and making a few of your own. You were still getting easily embarrassed by the sounds, but you felt comfortable with him.

He wouldn't mock you. He loved your awkwardness and embarrassment. And you loved his.

Even if sometimes you would both only speak in your own little language of unique noises, it was something that connected you both very deeply. And you both loved that with all your hearts <3

#ghost band #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #gn reader #headcanons #ask #anon #request

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lichfucker · 2 years

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it's the 1950s. your name is owen carvour. you're a spy with mi6. you are gay. this is a secret that could end your career.

you frequently are partnered on dangerous missions with an american named curt mega. he's handsome and charming and cocky to the point of recklessness. sure, it makes the work all the more dangerous, but it also makes it fun. it's... playful, the rapport you have. if you didn't know any better you might even call it flirtatious.

but you do know better. that's not what's happening. that can't be what's happening... can it? no, no, of course not. curt would never.

... would he?

you're staying in a nameless inn, you and curt, somewhere in the european countryside-- curt can never tell all the little countries apart, the names change too fast and they're all the same anyway-- and you've had a bit to drink. curt's had a bit to drink. curt's had a lot to drink, actually, he must have had far more than you thought, because there's no other explanation for the way he leans in close and says, "can I tell you a secret?"

and you say yes, of course, of course he can tell you a secret-- the two of you experts in the field of secrecy, who know more about trust and paranoia and confidentiality and the value of information than anyone else in the world. if there's anyone he can tell, he can tell you. so yes, you say, he can tell you a secret. you say this knowing you have your own secret, a secret you haven't told him, and maybe that's cruel and maybe that's unfair, but you're a spy. you have the capacity to be cruel and to be unfair and to be greedy, you feel greedy, but whatever his secret is, you want to know it. you want to hoard it, to keep it as preciously as you keep your own. he is offering to give you something of himself; you will gladly take whatever piece of curt mega he will allow to be yours.

and then he tells you his secret. and his secret is the same as your secret.

you feel like you can breathe-- maybe for the first time in your life. you can breathe. you tell him your secret in return and there's such unadulterated hope in his eyes, such adoration, such joy. you kiss curt mega and you are alive.

your secret, singular, becomes your secret, plural. its danger does not abate for being shared; if anything, it increases. now it isn't just the thoughts and proclivities that lie hidden in your head-- now it's demonstrable actions you and curt are taking, things people might hear, things people may see. it's dangerous.

it's dangerous, yes, but everything you do is dangerous, and you always do it better when you do it with him. he makes it more dangerous by being curt mega, the overconfident. he makes it less dangerous by being curt mega, the man you trust, the man you love.

you love him. oh, fuck, you love him. and he loves you. and you're so happy.

it's going to get you killed. you know it. you know that this cannot end any other way. it's too good, too good to keep. you can't hold a gun and a case file and his hand at the same time. you're going to have to let one of them drop.

for a world-class spy, curt can be shockingly naive sometimes. you raise these concerns with him and he brushes them aside. after all, you two are the best spies in the world. people have been trying to take you down for years. nobody's succeeded yet. and they're never going to. you'll have some close calls, maybe, but you always get away clean.

and you do have some close calls. there are nights while traveling you can't keep as quiet as you should. another agent notices a hickey on your neck and spends two days grilling you about your mystery girl. the worst, though, comes when an arms dealer shoots out curt's kneecap. you don't remember anything in between the sound of curt's scream and the feeling of blood going sticky on your face and neck as you carry him to the car. in the reaming you receive from your boss the next day, you're told it was a fucking massacre. you're put on a month's probation for causing such a scene.

there's talk of reassigning you. they're worried you and curt can't be trusted together, that you've grown reckless, that you've grown sloppy, that you're not the agent you used to be. if you can't control yourself, they'll find a partner who will do it for you.

and you can't control yourself. curt doesn't see it, but you do, fuck, it's plain as day. you love him too much. it's superseding all else. it's impairing your judgment. the longer this continues, you risk losing your job, losing him, losing yourself. probably all three at once.

he doesn't understand when you tell him. he just doesn't. "I thought you were happy," he says. you were. you are. it doesn't matter. it's not sustainable. this happiness now won't be of any consolation in the face of grieving each other later. better to weather the small, brief pain now to save yourselves the large anguish later. he doesn't understand. he cries, though he tries to pretend he isn't. the apologies taste like tar in your mouth.

it's easier to keep the secret this way, when it isn't an unbearable weight pressing at your shoulders. it stings, a bit, not reaching for his hand while he drives, swallowing down the urge to kiss him while your blood is singing with the adrenaline of a job well done. the little agonies of little secrets are easier borne than the big delights of big secrets.

you're still the best spies in the world. you still do your best work together. you still get to be with him, even if you cannot be with him. he's still a cocky bastard. he still riles you up.

it's so loud when the warehouse blows that you can't hear anything, so loud you can't hear yourself screaming for him. when you come to, some hours later, you're certain you're dead-- that is, until the pain sings high and sharp. no, you can't be dead; only life hurts this bad.

it's dark and quiet in the wreckage, and there's no sign of curt when you crawl your way out. he isn't coming for you. backup isn't coming for you. mi6 isn't coming for you. nobody is coming for you.

again, you'd been so taken with him and his charm that you let it cloud your judgment. again, he challenged you and you indulged him. again. because you love him. again, and again, and again, you risk life and limb for him, because you love him. all your years working in international espionage, and the most dangerous thing you ever did was love curt mega. and what has it gotten you? nothing. it never got you anything but paranoid and afraid and hurt and nearly dead.

you loved him, and you gave him up so you could both have your lives. you care if he has his life. clearly he cannot say the same. he doesn't care if you have your life. he's never cared if you have your life. he wanted to stay together despite the risk because it was fun and it made him feel good and he didn't care about the consequences that you would face-- that you had faced-- for it. and now he won't come back for you, won't try to save you, would happily have let you burn here with the rest of the building. well, fuck him. fuck him and fuck all the time you wasted caring for him.

conventional wisdom says two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. you can do better than that-- two can keep a secret if the secret is dead.

and it is. the secret is dead. the love owen carvour had for curt mega is dead. and the version of owen who felt that love is right there in the ground with it.

fucking secrets. the world is rotten with them. none of this would have happened if you hadn't been forced to live with this secret. if you never had to hide. if there were no such thing as information powerful enough to ruin you. if you had never been a fucking spy.

there is a cold, bleak chasm inside you where your love once lived. you will see curt again, someday. you're sure of it. he thinks he knows how it feels to hurt. he's been hurt before. what you'll show him is so much worse than hurt. you'll open up your chest and show him the emptiness he left in you. you'll show him all that's been eaten away by keeping his fucking secrets. you'll show him true despair.

owen: I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time.

owen: you're finally mine.

owen: that secret died the night you left me for dead.

curt: you know you broke my heart.

#spies are forever #bluh bluh #and I feel normal in this chili's tonight

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crazykuroneko · 3 months

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Joining the Rewind the Tape event

This will be my first time rewatching IWTV S1 since it's first broadcast (excluding the indirect watch I get from watching YouTube reactions). I'm bad at creating content, but I have been meaning to rewatch it the same way I watch movies; with my note app ready for me to write down things I notice. And like when watching movies, I don't really care about source material nor the existing theories; I just try to deduce from what I see. So, I feel this is a good way to refresh my mind before going into S2 after all the fanons and theories going around. I use my note to decide how I score a film, so I write down technical stuff as well.

If anyone wants to discuss, feel free to reply ✌️

Here is my note for S01E1:

• What a witty opening. Tricking audience that it's something it's not (an ad, which is closer to our reality). Setting the tone of what's to come.

• "Your sources are your Sherpas (a guide?). Your editor is your priest. Honesty is not a tactic."

• "Can he make his fantasy a reality?" Touche!

• 9/4/73. 4 September 1973

• Daniel looks so pissed listening to the old tape lol.

• That transition of Louis' face over the city. That's so Great Gatsby of him. And the long close shot makes Louis so still and inhuman, what a contrast with the ones from the church scene.

• "Have I hit the nerve?" Drink every time the script being so funny!

• Louis: "Yet you come anyway". Daniel: "That's my voice but I don't remember it"

• "Truth and reconciliation" Reconciliation: the process of making two opposite beliefs, ideas, or situations agree.

• June 14, 2022.

• "The favored son. And capital to oversee as consequence"

• "You're a pimp". "The product is desire" The difference in their language in this dialogue is so interesting.

• Bricks hitting Fenwick after he tried to rape her. That's our girl 😌✊

• The score came up on the right time.

• Lestat witnessing and hearing the contradiction in Louis over loving his brother versus going hard on him in order to survive and falling in love immediately 😌✊✊✊✊

• "Let's not fuss on the particulars" Particulars in question are women being exploited and sometimes raped, but okay.

• Florence and Grace don't like to hear the hard facts, I see.

• "A lie I told myself about myself"

• No that white man Louis staring at is so ugly. Louis, please!

• Oh, Les definitely hears Tom inviting Louis for a game on Friday.

• "And there's a food" *gestures to Lily*. God, i love this script.

• Oh, Lestat did "mezmerized" Louis here (either accidentally or not idk), like he did with Paul later at the dinner. Hence, Louis says "not with my family".

• "Emasculation AND admiration in equal measure. I wanted to murder the man, and I wanted TO BE the man." Basically a summary of what attracts Louis to Lestat.

• Lestat killing the white man with lamp scene is interesting if you consider what we watch as Louis' POV because logically Louis didn't see it as it happened in 1910. But the existence of this scene signals that 2022 Louis (or Louis after the fact) now knows that Lestat did prowling the city during the night killing people. Iirc there will be more scenes like this.

• Help Sam and Jacob's chemistry right when their eyes meet each other 😭😭😭😭♥️

• Not @ Lestat dumbing himself down in front of the white men and Louis smiled adorably over it even though he probably knew that's just an act. We lost him so fast

• The practical effects are so cool.

• Lestat was like don't you know your value etc etc, yet he still did not back up Louis to Fenwick. The red flag is red flagging.

• "He's not revealed his vampire nature yet." But Louis definitely knows something is up with him (see: two instances of "mezmerize" and the time stop)

• That shot of Leslou in the mirror at the tailor is so cute 🥺

• "Mother loves European" Louis is so her son 😂

• "He ain't takin' it you getting married" Paul was indeed getting worse 😭

• Lestat being so taken aback with how blunt Paul is then taken aback over Louis' lying to his family he's not enjoying opera is so funny.

• Sam's eyebrows definitely have a life of their own lol

• Louis gives Lestat's "violent and weird peculiarity" a pass unless it's toward his loved ones. Reminds me of that Jacob's interview on the domestic abuse in the show.

• The talk Leslou have while walking back to Lestat's house is really the summary of Louis' different "hats". "They sit in judgement. Paul is the only one to say it to my face"

• Louis' action vs words when Lestat asked him for a "nightcap" is 🤌

• I thought Lestat's hand is in Lily's skirt when she seemingly orgasm, but it isn't. His hand also doesn't explore too much on her at Fairplay Saloon either compared to what Louis' narration implies. Is it the show being careful how they touch women or is it some kind of "censor"? I need to pay attention to it later.

• The choreo between Leslou to make it look like they're fighting for control/dominance. This is A grade yaoi 🤌🤌🤌🤌

• Louis checking on Daniel whether he has ~ embraced his sexuality~ then describing his homosexual intimate moment with drugs to a former addict is a very deliberate choice. Daniel isn't the only one digging in this interview.

• Drinking blood from another in an intimate setting feels extremely intimate

• Gosh Paul doesn't even want Levi to touch him

• The tap dance scene 😭 Paul 😭

• Paul spiralling down pre-wedding, seemingly angry during the wedding, eating a lot, remembering their best time, checking on Louis and Grace, saying I love you. Yeah, he definitely did it himself 🥲

• I know the night sky is a green screen, but the lights hit Louis' face so beautifully. I don't know how they did it

• Florence 😡😡😡😡

• "Miss Lily proved herself a poor subtitute" Lestat 😡😡😡😡😡

• Lestat is completely out of touch with humanity, he only cares about himself.

• Finnick must think it's very weird that he has to keep Lestat away from Louis that he gets his arm broken but the next time they meet, Leslou are close again 😅

• Daniel Hart slaying with the score 🤌🤌🤌🤌

• Louis connects the dots when he hears Lily got the "fever" 😞

• Jacob's acting at the confession. The score filling the space over his voice. The mixing tuned up perfectly when Lestat snatching the priest. 🤌

• Lestat knocked down two lamps, one is so far away from the confession, to give proper lighting is so funny lol. (I know it's shooting necessity but still 😂)

• Sam definitely has a subwoofer in his throat wtf (I'm listening with earphones)

• You can see Sam hasn't used to talk with his fangs on here.

• The camera trick after Lestat punched the priest is so clever.

• I wonder what Lestat is hearing during his proposal scene, because he definitely gets Louis the moment he says he loves him. The change in Louis' face 🥲

• Sam's eye acting during the part laid over with Louis' narration. That part will always be my Roman Empire

• "For the first time in my life, I was seen". Not "felt seen". He's still sure that that's a fact.

• Louis already gives little nods the moment Lestat finished "for eternity" 🥲🥲🥲🥲

• Jacob's whole monologue during the turn 🤌🤌🤌

• "He sat there, radiant" *while Lestat's is laying down, catching his breath* Louis' narration is more "flowery" than the recollection?

Summary: I'm extremely impressed with how much we know about Louis' personality (especially the contradiction in himsef) just from the script of this episode. Alan Taylor trusts Jacob and Sam's ability a lot to do a lot of close-ups and just let their faces tell the story. Louis' costumes, scores, and audio mixing are perfection.

#rewind the tape #iwtv #interview with the vampire #vampterview #moi.txt

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tuituipupu · 23 days

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oh my god absolute dreaded moment i was vaguely anticipating but still couldn't quite believe when it actually came up out of no where happened today.

*me sat on the other side of the room*

*conversation happening behind me*

"DO YOU LIKE UROVISHUN?"

me in this moment overhearing this conversation go down:

ordinarily, i would jump at the chance to blab about something that laid so close to my heart. also bc this isn't a serious common conversation that would go down in the uk pre s*m ryd*r 2022 era.

me as the newbie praying they don't try to include me in the convo like they have been, chanting in my head:

PLEASEDON'TASKMEPLEASEDON'TASKMEPLSDON'TASKPLSPLSDON'TASK.

... luckily, they didn't ask me.

... bc i had to resign my fate to having to act like a total normie. just so they wouldn't ask my opinions on the songs next week when i didn't watch it for the first time

"oh no, i watch it sometimes. not really my thing."

also i am a terrible liar and i feel like the truth always comes out somehow. if i told them i attended the event last year but am choosing to stand with palestinians this year, i don't know what kind of reaction or funny/confused look i would get.

uravishun have left me with no choice but to erode parts of myself.

but this is a tiny sacrifice compared to the traumatic hell palestinians are living out every day.

but my question is: how can you stand by this?

imo they are creating a potential hostile environment. and i don't want to be associated with this anymore. the whole thing is turning ugly.

if you don't care about palestinian life for some reason (?) i also don't get why you don't want to preserve the future of your beloved contest.

if you don't signal your dislike, your competition will remain a seemingly dangerous place to be. they realise they can implement whatever changes they want bc no one is gonna criticise their beloved uwu european contest.

they're just gonna make this worse and worse for everyone involved and ur just enabling that.

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skipper1331 · 7 months

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Okay so this is just an idea and you don’t even have to use the player I put you could literally do it for anyone and if you have a specific person in mind that you’ve been wanting to write for I can edit this so that you can write it for someone else. But please let me know if you like it. But yea if you sort of like the idea but not the player I can switch it🙂

Alexia x reader

Reader is injury prone and always falling. She tends to fall a lot when trying to flirt with women and some how her teammates always manage to catch her especially Alexia. Reader trips frequently when trying to flirt with Alexia. It’s worse on the pitch but somehow Alexia is always there just before reader falls to catch her or shoulder bump her back in balance. Lucy is always smiling and asking if you know how your feet work. Mapi keeps looking at the areas in which you keep tripping to see if the ground is uneven or something before asking what you keep tripping over. “Is it oxygen? Did you not get enough oxygen to understand how your legs work? Is it air? You’re the only one that keeps falling.” Ingrid points out that you’ve tripped and gotten hurt more times than Lucy and Lucy at least trips over something.

Reader hasn’t been allowed to leave her apartment without someone with her especially after the last time she was out by herself and somehow managed to fall into a canal. Mapi and Ingrid usually have reader join them reader is like their child at this point. Other times it’s Alexia or Lucy but Lucy is also sometimes clumsy so Alexia was usually the go to.

While out partying with the team after their win reader is at the bar trying to ask out a girl but somehow slips and nearly hits her head but Alexia pops up and keeps her steady. “You should really stop flirting if you’re going to keep falling.” Alexia makes it her mission to stay semi close to reader and glare at any woman or man who dares to come near you. Having gotten some random persons number reader decides to go on a date only to gain an injury while out. Mapi and Ingrid who were also out at the same restaurant help reader to the ER. Reader has to get some stitches for her hand that she managed to cut.

Alexia is already waiting in readers apartment when reader gets home with Mapi and Ingrid both immediately get badgered by Alexia. “It’s fine I cut myself accidentally with a knife while I was on a date.” “On a date?!? With who? You know you can’t go anywhere unsupervised.”“come on Alexia it’s not that bad it’s just a cut”. “Just a cut. What happens if you get hurt and can’t play and it could have been avoided?” “Funny coming from the woman who fucked her acl and left me on the pitch. Mapi and Ingrid and rölfo have made sure I was fine this whole time.” The two get into a fight that ends poorly. The next few weeks before the European league cup Alexia and reader aren’t talking. During the match Reader keeps nearly falling but has managed to stay on her feet so far thanks to Mapi.

End of the match Alexia catches reader before she trips and kisses her after the final whistle. “You were never this bad at walking when we were dating.”

Okay so some background that came to me super late😩: Reader and Alexis did date but Alexia had some commitment issues. Reader can be a bit talkative on the pitch with others. Reader gets distracted easily and could walk head first into a pole. Before dating Alexia reader did in fact walk into a street lamp. Reader is allergic to standing upright. Alexia can be possessive🙃. Mapi does not understand how after 5 years with the club reader keeps falling in the same spot on the field (she’s checked the spots several times it only seems to be reader and Lucy who keep falling). As a joke the girls gift her with bubble wrap and life vests. Reader has fallen into a canal several times. 🙃💙sorry this sucks

That’s a very long request but i like the plot idea!

As i said i have some request and I don‘t know in which order I’ll work on them but either way it‘ll take me some time to write it:)

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dduane · 1 year

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...A lighting and positioning test for the scene from chapter 5 of The Door Into Fire where Herewiss and Freelorn are reunited after a couple of years apart.

...It's scenes like this that point up some of the most trying of the difficulties of working (in the artistic sense) with digital media. Basically, it's hard to express real tension in a medium where flesh can't be indented when you press on it, and when the design limitations of the models themselves physically prohibit them from doing some of the things that the scene calls for. You can sometimes cheat the look of the pressure, the strain, by the way you position and light the characters. If you can hide the places where the figures "collide", as it’s called—i.e. illegally pass through and into each other, like a micro-Transporter accident—and fake the closeness that way... okay, fine.

Yet faces say so much. And if the digital models' faces can't be forced into the eyes-squeezed-hard-shut-because-of-the-twinned-pain-and-delight-of-holding-him-after-two-damn-years, oh-Goddess-I-forgot-how-warm-he-was,-he-is,-how-could-I-forget-something-like-that,-what-kind-of-person-am-I? expression... then you have to fake it some other way. Little things: the way a fist closes on the other party's surcoat (which can't be deformed or pulled because it's too old a piece of technology, so that too has to be carefully faked, and as you can see it's not perfect yet): the tilt of a head against another, the toward-you curve of a pulled-in waist (not in place yet), the way the light falls over faces. Or whose thigh is pushed between whose (I think Dusty's going to win that one, since Lorn's surcoat is conveniently split in front).

...And of course that's another issue, because the surcoat—an important clothing item and vital battlefield identifier for someone in an alternate-medieval-European scenario—is absolute crap. There is, in fact, not a single damn decent medieval surcoat to be had anywhere on the Daz 3D platform: not even one that's worth the electrons it's hung on. (And it's not like such a thing should be difficult to design, at least for the people who specialize in such work.)

The mail that comes with that surcoat is also total crap, and ideally needs to be rebuilt. Look at the way its texture deforms near Freelorn's armpit.

If the arm and the chest were two different texture "regions", I could have put it right myself with just a few clicks. But (sigh) nope.* ...The sword is also crap, but that's going to be broken next book anyway, so I don't much care.

...Anyway. One other pressing issue to be handled is the lighting from the fire in front of them, which is way too flat (and the wrong color temperature). A problem for another day. ...But the sunset's nice, at least. The really talented maker who goes by Orestes devised it, so that's pretty much a given.

So: not bad for a couple hours' work. Now to leave it alone for a day or so and—on reviewing it—see what all the other things are that need attention.

(shrug) Ars longa, yeah? ...Or at least we have to act like it is, even when it's as ephemeral as (under some circumstances) electrons.

*The mail coif that goes with it is crap too, and Dusty's hand on Lorn's neck is hiding the complete lack of the damn thing, which I threw the hell out because it has no "coif down" setting. WTH kind of thing is that?! It'd be like having a metal hoodie permanently stuck in the "up" position. :/

#digital art #Daz 3D #Middle Kingdoms meta #The Door Into Fire #Herewiss #Freelorn

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apoptoses · 1 year

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do you have any sources of inspiration or reference when it comes to imagining Armand's speaking (and telepathic ofc) voice - the timbre, the accent, so on and so forth? i've always had this super clear idea of what his general sonic tone would be like, but sometimes i find myself wishing i had a more concise image of how his fucked up little 500 year old accent might sound (a hopeless endeavor, since we're hard up for irl 500 year olds to use as audible reference)

So this is a really interesting question!! There's a couple things that informs the sound of his voice for me-

First off, the language we learn to speak as children trains our mouth. The way we hold our mouth/tongue and how wide we open our mouth to speak is really set in stone at a young age and it takes a lot of language learning effort to get around it.

So growing up speaking an early version of an eastern European language he'd have learned to keep his mouth fairly closed, his expression tight to form the words. (Which I think is where some of his 'flat' affect comes from but that's a whole other post)

And then we also know that he speaks Greek, Latin, early modern Italian, English, and French. But I don't think those affect his accent very strongly.

When I hear him in my head I hear this very restrained, precise and soft spoken American English, with a slight roll on the R's he never lost from his youth and a sharpness on his p/b/d/t sounds. Soft 'a' sounds, never the twangy 'AH' you get from North Eastern US folks.

But like. Very, very light accent. Just enough to give Daniel pause and make it impossible to place where it's from.

The thing that really pegs him as a non-native English speaker would be that he never shortens his words (always 'want to' and never 'wanna) and never drops letters (always 'reading' and never 'readin'). Not a lot of musicality to it, his tone doesn't really rise and fall. He doesn't get louder for emphasis, just pauses more before/after the word.

I wish I had a real world reference for you! If you try speaking English while holding your mouth tense and not opening it wide- that's it, really lol

#apoptoses answers

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ask-nyc-boroughs · 3 months

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The Beginning of the End

The beginning of the French & Indian War (North American Theatre of the Seven Years' War) ft Rich/Virginia, Jonah/West Virginia, & Charles/New France (c. @gardenkeeper)

In my lore, Alfred was by no means the favored colony, and Arthur, while he sort of cared for his colonies in a way, he was just too busy to properly keep track of them (hence the salutary neglect). Alfred is a staunch New Englander, and quite frankly it makes sense. New England always had more of a bone to pick with the British Empire than the tidewater south ever did...so this brings me to Rich/Virginia...

I like to think of Rich as the favorite of Arthur's British colonies given that Rich is more influenced by this southern English gentry culture that I see Arthur being influenced by too. Alfred is more eastern English in nature.

Rich has this typical southern gentleman attitude. Takes life too easily, quite the flirt, and quite charming, but he can be quite entitled especially given the fact he's basically the favorite out of the 13 and Alfred. ANYWAYS, what's happening in this picture?:

For context, neither Alfred, or his states' "first war" was the American Revolution-- quite frankly I dislike this hc because it ignores wars with Indigenous nations, and also ignores some of the reasoning behind isolationism. Also it sometimes come off as if you do not view Indigenous nations as sovereign and separate entities of the settler-colonial project.

Essentially these colonies were getting dragged into European fights albeit it in the North American theatre ex: Queen Anne's War/War of Spanish Succession. Some were getting tired of being in these fights because they were not reaping the benefits aka gaining more land....this led to Rich thinking he could get away with anything. Right? Arthur wouldn't care much if Rich, and his half-brother Jonah, roughed up some French colony asshole, Charles and just took his land because after all, they all hate the French anyways. Or so that's what Rich thought....he would come to find out he overstepped with Arthur because he essentially forced Arthur's hand into the Seven Years' War by getting Arthur further embroiled into another conflict with Francis.

This would lead Arthur to become more harsh with his colonies (ex trying to enforce one english national culture rather than let them proliferate with different english + some other cultural backgrounds) and would lead him to more closely govern.

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callmebliss · 10 months

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*knock knock*

“Come in!”

“Hey bub. How’s your day been?”

*something in Russian. Or Polish. Or possibly Ukrainian 1*

“In English please, which I do speak?”

“Bicycle. Floor. Garden.”

“Uh. Okay. Welp, I haven’t really seen you in two days, so I wanted to catch up, but it seems like you don’t want to chat so I will go. But I hope your day was good.”

“I am sleepy.”

“Okay. Love you.”

*stepped out, closed the door gently because it’s face is loose from the framing (we dislike modern hollow core doors Precious we hatessssss it filthy doorsssss) and it sticks at an angle sometimes; grab phone, grab cup of cold drink—*

“Wait! Mom, can you come back in?*

*puts down drink, puts down phone, renters through terrible door*

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to say…you’ve always been a really good mom. 2 I want to thank you because have always worked hard to be a good mom, and help me and to support me.”

“Oh, oh honey. You’re welcome. 3”

“So yeah, thank you. I love you, and I hug you now.”

*they got out of bed and hugged me and I hugged them and I whispered “I love you” into their hair and I was shaking a little and trying so desperately to not squeeze too hard*

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole when I was younger.”4

“Who you were isn’t who you are now though. And you have also worked so hard to become the you that you are now!”

“Yeah, but I was, like, REALLY an asshole.”

“…so you have a point for comparison. And I am really proud of you. The person that you are Being, and also the person you are in the ongoing process of Becoming. And you would t be either if you weren’t that other person first.”

“Yeah! And both of us are moving forward and looking back and being like ‘can you believe that guy?!’”

“*snicker*”

“And then we’re like, ‘let’s keep his hoodie though, as a souvenir.’”

“You do like a good hoodie. I’m gonna head upstairs. But I love you, and I am so proud of you.”

“I love you.”

*closes terrible door. Takes up cup and phone. Gets to the stairwell to the bedroom with the cat winding around my ankles. Puts down phone and cup. Picks up indignant kitty and presses my face into her while she mrowls about how she hasn’t been fed this hour she is STARVELING. Cries.*

*puts down kitty. Takes cup and phone. Goes upstairs. Feeds kitty.*

*sits down and takes up crochet. And feels okay in a part of my heart I thought would always be a hole.*

1 The kid is teaching Themself all of these at once. And I think a smattering of European Romance languages as well.

2 if I’m being pure honest this is where I first started to well up.

3 I would be the granddaddy of all liars if I claimed my voice was steady.

4 holy whiplash, Batman!

#life in Blisstopia #I am not okay #but also #I am okay in a way I have never been #I am so full of feelings they are spilling out my eyes #posts with footnotes #life with Spawn #Youngest Spawn

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The whole system for the Miraculous is wonky as hell and much of the writing feels like they're still on that whole Good/Bad Luck concept from the show's planning stage. LB's power is literally Lucky Charm, and the symbolism of Ladybugs are good luck symbols not creation symbols. Same with the Black Cat symbolism (though the Miraculous borrow from Chinese culture and Black Cats are good luck symbols in China) I'd be more than willing to wager that the Peacock and Butterfly were concepted out before the change and no one went "Hey shouldn't we change the peacock"

Originally there was no Peacock. They were planning to do Bagua instead of Wu Xing. So a couple of miraculous from concepts were able to make it in.

But yeah, I have a growing list of what I noticed to be concepts that got changed, but weren't fully implemented to match those changes, so it's like they're still working off those old concepts despite the changes and it's not working as well, at least, how they're going about things.

As you mentioned, yeah, there's still the Good-Bad Luck theme going on (which both animals are European exclusive in terms of lucky view, an unlucky animal in Chinese should've been an Owl or Wolf).

Marinette's Luck and Tikki's treatment of her.

Now older concept Marinette was a lot more problematic. She was invasive of Felix's company and would try to force kisses on him. She also used her good luck powers selfishly, which brought bad luck as consequences. So being more pushy with her interest and being more selfish, it warrants Tikki to be criticizing and more questioning of Marinette and her choices.

Marinette now though is very selfless and considerate of others, and hardly ever abuses her power or use it selfishly. Despite the changes to her character, she still suffers a lot of bad luck (much of it played for comedy which sometimes goes too far), and Tikki is very criticizing/nitpicky of Marinette's choices and actions.

2. Chat still pursuing LB despite the clear no

Felix still pursued LB despite the clear no because he was cursed with bad luck. His actions aren't ok, but you get his reasoning on why he still tries.

Adrien though is curse free, still pursues LB despite the clear no and its because he really wants to be with her and is trying to wear her down and is dismissing her answer and feelings. That's not good.

3. Hawk Moth and His Son

Felix actually was not HM's son. Between that and him not having a desire to be a hero, it made sense why Felix wouldn't actively look for HM. He doesn't have that close connection nor did he have that drive.

Adrien is HM's son, and he has that close connection and could get that plot moving. And yet 5 seasons now, Adrien is none the wiser. It's a weird placement where they know he is HM's son, but they're also acting like Chat still isn't his son so has no reason to look into HM and discover things and get this plot moving.

4. The Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Civilian Side Burn

When it was Felix and Marinette, he couldn't stand her (understandably) so he avoided her while she makes all the effort to try and get closer with him. It's understandable why the civilian side of things would be slow going.

Now, Adrien is friendlier and does like Marinette, and she still makes a lot of effort to confess to him and get closer with him. But it fails or goes nowhere, which just sets up this impression that she is far under his radar. And introducing Kagami didn't help cause you could pass off him being too blind/set on LB, but Kagami shows that he can notice other girls, so Marinette just isn't a romantic option. I do hear they finally reversed the LS in s5 but it feels way too late.

5. Marinette and her Parents

Earliest concept of Marinette actually had her coming home finding her father dead. And I didn't see much else of her having parents or them talked about. And given that Marinette is written to be independent, self-reliant, hardly turns to adults for help and advise, and seems to turn to Tikki as a mentor; to me it seems that Marinette's parents were just never meant to be in the picture or factored in. Mindful, I think Marinette was originally meant to be college age. If she and Chat Noir were always meant to be a romantic pair, well, there is no way this Chat is a young teenager.

Either way, she now officially has parents, but they are hardly in her life, she never really turns to them for help and advise like a 13 yo should, and she's still incredibly independent. Mostly, she turns to Tikki for help and advise. At It's almost like her parents aren't there.

This way of writing how uninvolved and absent her parents are, it could be a left of to them possibly being dead, or it could be a left over from the earliest thought that Marinette was going to be older and not need them around as much. They made a change, but it's not fully implemented, especially with Marinette confirmed to be 13 at the start of the show. I don't know how much independence 13 yos in France get, but I'd expect they still rely on their parents quite a bit.

So, this is my list of things I noticed that were changed concepts, but they didn't fully change everything to really make it work, and it feels like they're still working off those old concepts despite making changes. Or they're just trying to have their cake and eat it to. They do that a lot.

#ask Punchie #ml salt

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coastle-skewers · 24 days

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The New Butler

Binero/RyanColdson, R5_Noel, fluff, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort

2000 words

Author's note: I wrote this for fun and giggles. If you are one of the people in the story, please do not feel offended. You should be honored that you have made it into a work of art like this :3

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Binero was having a wonderful day. He had not done a single thing except for hire other people to do work for him. As is should be, he thought to himself, as he walked through Market Square. He was a god of course. After arriving home, he found a book in his mailbox. Who could that be from?

The old man Ryan was offering his services as a butler. A personal assistant, that would be a good fit. He would need to interview him first, of course, since hiring a butler is no simple decision.

A knock on the door distracted him from his thoughts. He opened the door and saw a man he thought looked somewhat like the monopoly man. He was older, with a funky mustache and a monocle. His suit was freshly ironed and fit well with his hat. Binero liked to dress somewhat formal himself, but this guy took it to another level. "Hello gentleman, I hope my message found you well. Have you considered my application as your butler?" What great timing, Binero thought to himself. It was as if the man had read his mind, the way he showed up at that exact moment. "Please come in," he said, and showed the man to his office. It was right next to the kitchen, and the rest of the room was cluttered with barrels. Maybe he did really need a butler.

"Tell me, gentleman, what is your dream?" asked the man. Binero had to think on this for a moment, the question was so strange and unexpected. Did he have a dream? Of course he did, he had just forgotten what it was. Alinea was a busy place, and as its leader he had to keep up with all the changes. Every day people were asking for his attention, but nobody ever really payed attention to him. Everyone needed something from him, but did they really care how he was doing?

Suddenly he felt very tired. The man across from him seemed to notice this, and smiled slightly. It was a warm and friendly smile, one Binero wasn't used to seeing on people. "I am sorry if my question confused you, gentleman. I did not mean to make you sad. I wish to offer my services to you in any way you need." Now it was Binero's turn to smile. It wasn't every day he met someone so polite, who even wanted to be his personal assistant. "I have been thinking of hiring a butler," he said, "I need someone to help me clean up this place, and run errands for me." With some hesitation, he added: "The company would also be nice. It has been quiet around here lately."

The man smiled again. "That is wonderful, gentleman! I can start right away. Forgive me, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Ryan Coldson, it is a pleasure to meet you." "Where are you from?" asked Binero. "I am from Constantinople, the place where east meets west." East-European, Binero didn't know many people from there. He had never been there himself either, since he wasn't too keen on traveling. "Well, Ryan, I would like to hire you. You can start by getting my donkey ready."

"Than you gentleman, you will not regret this!" Ryan went in to shake Binero's hand. What happened, instead, was an explosion of items and a voice saying: "RyanColdson died trying to hurt Binero." Oh no, Binero thought, not again. People died around him a lot. I was the curse of being a god. Sometimes it was helpful, when malicious people tried to hurt him, but more often than it was an accident. It's why he didn't let people get to close to him. They would just get hurt. Ryan had respawned and had almost made his way back. Binero started to gather his items, wanting to keep them safe just in case. When Ryan walked in again, he couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. "I'm sorry man, I should have warned you about that." "It is okay gentleman, it was my own fault," said Ryan. "I will get your donkey ready right away."

And so their partnership started. Binero would ask Ryan to do simple chores, nothing too physically challenging of course, since the man was old and weak. He did his job well, however, and Binero noticed he felt much less stressed with the extra help. He was never truly alone either, and they spent many late nights talking at great lengths about life, the universe and everything. They had started to become very comfortable around each other.

One night they had stayed up more late than usual, and Ryan was clearly tired. "Binero, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... could I perhaps set my spawn here?" he asked. Binero's cheeks were always a bit pink, but now they became noticeably red. He felt conflicted. Should he let Ryan stay? He wanted him to, but was also scared of accidentally hurting him again. On the other hand, if he let him go home this late, the chance of him getting hurt by a zombie or skeleton was quite high as well. Letting him stay was the right thing to do. Yes, it was simply right. He wasn't letting him stay because of any personal reasons, it was simply morally correct. "Please do stay, Ryan," he said. "I'll get you some more comfortable clothes, I assume you don't sleep in your suit." Ryan chuckled. "No gentleman, I don't. Thank you for letting me spend the night." Binero left the room to get some spare clothes for the man, and so he wouldn't notice him blushing.

He had gotten an extra bed as well, since he wasn't about to make the man sleep in a bunk bed. Ryan had just gotten out of the bathroom. Binero had never seen him without his suit, and it felt strange to see him in such casual clothing. The pajama pants were a bit short for him, but it mostly fit. They were dark blue with a single white stripe. He didn't like striped clothes usually, but they looked nice on him. After washing up, they both got into bed. It felt intimate in a way, and Binero made sure to leave some space between them, worried about getting too close. Ryan did not seem worried. He looked comfortable. Binero was glad to see him that way. It was lonely sometimes, being as powerful as he was, and he was glad to have a friend with him. Not just a friend really, it was more than that. Ryan was one of the few people who really understood him.

He hadn't noticed how close they had gotten. He could hear Ryan's breathing, it was calm and comforting. He always had trouble sleeping and often just stayed awake for multiple days, but tonight he might actually be able to fall asleep. He closed his eyes, only to feel an arm wrap around him. His muscles tensed up for a second, but he didn't want to push him away. It was nice, actually, being held. He was always working hard and often it felt like he was carrying the entire world on his back. Now he could just relax and know Ryan was there for him.

He woke up the next morning to the smell of freshly baked veggie skewers. Ryan must have been awake for a while. He got dressed, put his hair in a messy bun and walked to the kitchen. Ryan was wearing his regular suit again, and smiled when he saw him. "Good morning gentleman, I have made us some breakfast. Did you sleep well?" "I did, thank you," he answered. "It smells great. I'm really hungry." "Well, you're in luck then, I have made plenty of skewers," Ryan said. They both ate their breakfast in comfortable silence. After they're done eating, Binero decides he doesn't want to work that day. "You should take the day off." Ryan gave him an odd look. "Did I do something wrong gentleman?" "No, you did nothing wrong! I just think we both deserve a day off. Maybe we could go see a film? There's one of them Shakespeare films in the theater now. The one with the element bending magic?" Ryan smiled at him. "Ah, yes, I have heard of that one. I would love to go see it."

They saw the film. It was confusing, the exposition was terrible and the visuals awkward. It didn't matter, because Binero could only think about Ryan and wanting to be close to him. He could no longer deny his feelings. Every time Ryan laughed, he felt his heart skip a beat. It had been a long time since he'd been this close to anyone. It was scary and he wasn't sure what to do. Should he tell him? What would he even say? He didn't usually have a problem with finding the right words to say, but this was different. This was Ryan.

After the film ended, they walked back to Binero's apartment above the Bluebin store. Noel was standing in front of the shop. "Hello Noel. Have you met my butler?" Noel looked at Ryan with his usual judgemental glare. "Where's he from?" he asked. "Hello gentleman, I am from the place where Europe meets Asia, the beautiful city of Constantinople," Ryan answered. "Would you like a drink?" He handed Noel a bottle. Noel looked at it with disdain. "I hate Eastern Europeans," he said. "And this drink looks disgusting. Binero, why did you hire this loser?" Binero saw tears welling up in Ryan's beautiful eyes, and felt very angry. "You're being mean Noel! He is a very good butler and a wonderful man!" In his anger, his godly power had lifted Noel up in the air, and he started floating away. Well, that solves that problem. As they walked away, he could hear Noel's yelling fading into the distance as he floated higher and higher.

Back in the apartment they both sat down at Binero's desk, since those were still the only chairs in his house. He should do something about that. Get a sofa maybe. "Is there anything I can get you, gentleman?" Ryan asked. "No, no, it's still your day off remember? I'll get us a drink." Binero got up and walked over to The Magic Chicken, the best shop in Coastle, to get some delicious hot chocolate with whipped cream. It was the best quality available, you could really taste the craftsmanship with which the cow had been mixed. He carried the mugs back home, careful not to spill anything. Ryan had found some cookies in one of the barrels and had arranged them neatly onto a plate. "Oh, you really didn't have to," Binero said. "I wanted to," Ryan insisted. "I enjoy working for you. Your smile makes me happy." Binero felt his cheeks get red again. He wasn't sure what to say. Ryan got up and walked to the kitchen. He should tell him, Binero thought to himself. If he didn't do it now, he might never. He was known to procrastinate. The big hole in district North was proof of that. "Ryan," he said, "I think we need to discuss the nature of our partnership." The man gave him a nervous smile. "Of course, gentleman. I apologize if I was a bit too forward last night. I may have feelings for you that are not entirely professional." "You weren't too forward," Binero said. "I feel the same way." This time it was Ryan's turn to blush. Binero got up and walked over to him. Facing the other man, he took his hands into his own. "You're the best butler I've ever had," he said. "The only one too, but that's besides the point." Ryan smiled at him. "You're the finest gentleman I've ever had the pleasure of working for." Binero smiled back. And then, softly and carefully, he kissed him.

#alinea smp

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