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Workaholic
Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader
Summary: An outlet is what Miguel needs. ~
WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Oral (Male receiving), Rough Sex, a bit of Manhandling, nerd talk, stress relieving ~
Thanks for the request dear anon ♥️ Hope it's what you wanted~
Requested here
Enjoy ✨
The constant whirring and beeping from the screens, alerting him of possible anomalies, was a sound that Miguel had grown used to. Silence had turned for him a bit too dull, not that he didn't enjoy it, but it was a nuisance whenever his mind was berating himself about what ifs and what nots about the canon.
The whirring kept his mind going, as if reminding him his purpose, and the beepings only distracted him enough to focus on what his mind though important at the moment. It kept him grounded. A little peace for himself.
Until you showed up in his floating bay.
"Can see you tensing up from here, Miggy" your quiet giggling earned you a deep sigh from him.
A silent 'Not now' from his end.
His fingers traced and mapped new information, but something was off. The information he had created didn't match the algorithm. A large hand rubbed his features, trying to ease the simmering anger below the surface.
"Whatcha working on?" Your steps echoed closer, his eyes drooped emotionless, bored and quite sick of the same displaying message on his screen he had been seeing for the past hour.
Error.
His jaw clenched, his claws digging so ever softly at his palm. Muscles so rigid you thought any movement would break him. He was tense. Despite his calculated movements, stress oozed from each pore of his skin, as if waiting for the screen to show up that pestering message again to finally snap.
Error
His fist went across it. Sending shrapnels of glass across the room. Your eyes only widened slightly as your lips pursed, amused.
"Well, at least it means you can focus on something else?" Your mocking voice offered, he plopped on his seat. Legs manspreading as his nose bridge was pinched.
"What do you want?"
His gruff voice echoing in the bay, your voice disrupting the list of frequent sounds he was used to.
"Just a report delivering, but seeing you're about to snap, just watching."
He grunted in response. His head leaning on the chair.
"No puedo más" he exhaled. (Can't do this anymore)
"Glad you finally notice. We're still humans, y'know. We need rest."
Your steps came closer, he lowered the brightness settings from the outside windows. Standing behind him you ran your fingers through his head, rubbing in small circles
"¿Qué estás haciendo?" (What are you doing?)
The anger laced in his voice only made you to chuckle.
"Taking you haven't body slammed me against the wall yet, means you like it."
Your hands moved to his nape and then spreaded on his shoulders. It was like trying to make a block of concrete soft like putty.
"I'll take my guess and say you were working on some new algorithm."
He shook his head softly and sighed quietly as you worked on his broad shoulders. The warmth of your hands trying to soothe the built up tension.
"Fucking shit doesn't work."
One thing you had noticed is how much of a potty mouth he was when he was angry, frustrated or stressed.
"Nada de esa mierda funciona bien." (None of that shit works properly)
"You're thinking too much, Miggy."
"Stop-"
Your hands stopped and his brow furrowed impossibly deeper.
"I meant for you to stop calling me that, not your hands." You smirked and raked your nails softly on his chest to then guide them up his shoulders.
"Just relax" you whispered to his ear. His hand gripping tighter the arm rest of the chair. A new idea popping on your mind.
"Why don't you tell me more about it?"
You removed yourself from him and sauntered over the keyboard.
"About what?"
Your fingers deactivated the main link to his suit. He growled but was too tired to even argue.
"About what you think it's making the algorithm to fail."
Your eyes darted to his groin, even limp, it was a sight. A pinkish hue at his mushroom engorged tip, followed by a thick body that fit just perfect in your already salivating mouth.
His eyes darted upwards, as a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk adorned his sharp features.
"I don't even know where to start." He huffed as you kneeled before him. Dainty fingers running up his thighs to finally take a hold of his cock. He inhaled
"Let's try something simple. What does the algorithm do?"
Your hand pumped him a couple of times as your mouth kissed up and down a trail on him.
"It's just..." He trailed off ad your mouth focused on his tip, "Just a patch to..." Blood rushed to his cock, springing it back to life. The quick response of his body just signaled how much of an overall release he needed thanks to the pent up stress.
"To what?"
"T-To..." you took him whole and he clawed at the plastic arm chair. "To fucking fix a five second information delivery delay" He blurted as his eyes finally focused on you.
His red eyes watched as your mouth swallowed him whole with ease, to reach the base. Your throat muscles constricting against him made him shudder. His breathing hitched as you bobbed your head up and down, big eyes looking at him curiously, as if telling him to keep talking.
"T-That way we could have a more immediate response to-" he choked as your tongue swirled all over his cock but again, paid special attention to his tip. Pouty and full lips shaping themselves in the form of his girth, his eyes followed your peeking tongue that slid to the sides and flattened once more, preparing to take him again.
"Any anomalies that show up." His voice tried to remain even, but he couldn't help but almost whimper the last two syllables. His hands reached for your nape and held a fistful of your hair.
"But that... fucking thing won't work." He guided your mouth up and down on him, "I don't know if its-" A hiss as your throat was again constricting him, "A fucking issue with the code or the code itself." The squelching and sucking sounds you made were engraved on his mind, the two were added to the list of sounds he was getting used to.
"I'm fucking making it work. One way or-" He rasped I between soft pants and growls, "Another" He held your head still as his hot seed spilled in. Tears prickled at your eyes as he had made you deep throat him, a bit rougher than intended.
Swallowing, you couldn't help but cough softly, to your surprise his cock was still hard. Liking your lips clean, you tapped another button and deactivated your own suit.
"So that's the reason we are having issues with the comms?" His hands held you by the hips and guided his cock to your core, sheathing you ontop of him. It was your turn to whimper. The good stretch of him made your back arch as you smacked your hips against his once, pushing him as deep as the space allowed you.
Big hands grope each side of you, making you to grind and squeeze him. He felt so snug and comfortably embraced within your moist walls.
"Probably, de todos modos muchos hacen lo que quieren." (Many do as they please anyways)
Your legs spreaded, allowing a tighter grip. He growled as his hips smacked yours upwards, sending electric jolts all over your body. You hissed when his claws sunk a bit deeper, holding you in place.
"No sabes cuánto me frustra eso." (You don't know how frustrating is that.) His hands made your hips to slap rougher and faster, if it wasn't for the keyboard before you, you would've been on the floor by now. Your grip on the sturdy material tightened as he pounded his way into you.
Your mewls and needy pleas was something he'd definitely need to hear again.
"M-Maybe you should be-" You choked a moan as he pressed you closer to him, one of his hands secured you in place, as the other one held you by the neck, squeezing softly.
"Should be what?" He breathed, the constant slapping of your flesh made the chair to bounce.
"A bit more chill" you whimpered and nearly came undone as he poked repeatedly at that spot that made you sputter an array of lewd curses.
His cock twitched, a bit too drunk on the sensation you provided to his relief. He bit your shoulder as his thrust turned slower and sloppier, you came first, and he just followed. Your walls were painted white as he squeezed your throat and then he released you.
You whimpered and exhaled, soft raged pants turning into a small giggle.
"What?" He breathed and looked at your shaking form
"Nothing. Feel better?"
His eyes drooped in exhaustion, the good sort of tiredness and chuckled.
"Maybe."
"I might drop by more often, to see if you're stressed."
"You must. That's an order."
"Yes, sir."
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I'm writing a sci-fi story about a space freight hauler with a heavy focus on the economy.
Any tips for writing a complex fictional economy and all of it's intricacies and inner-workings?
Constructing a Fictional Economy
The economy is all about: How is the limited financial/natural/human resources distributed between various parties?
So, the most important question you should be able to answer are:
Who are the "have"s and "have-not"s?
What's "expensive" and what's "commonplace"?
What are the rules(laws, taxes, trade) of this game?
Building Blocks of the Economic System
Type of economic system. Even if your fictional economy is made up, it will need to be based on the existing systems: capitalism, socialism, mixed economies, feudalism, barter, etc.
Currency and monetary systems: the currency can be in various forms like gols, silver, digital, fiat, other commodity, etc. Estalish a central bank (or equivalent) responsible for monetary policy
Exchange rates
Inflation
Domestic and International trade: Trade policies and treaties. Transportation, communication infrastructure
Labour and employment: labor force trends, employment opportunities, workers rights. Consider the role of education, training and skill development in the labour market
The government's role: Fiscal policy(tax rate?), market regulation, social welfare, pension plans, etc.
Impact of Technology: Examine the role of tech in productivity, automation and job displacement. How does the digital economy and e-commerce shape the world?
Economic history: what are some historical events (like The Great Depresion and the 2008 Housing Crisis) that left lasting impacts on the psychologial workings of your economy?
For a comprehensive economic system, you'll need to consider ideally all of the above. However, depending on the characteristics of your country, you will need to concentrate on some more than others. i.e. a country heavily dependent on exports will care a lot more about the exchange rate and how to keep it stable.
For Fantasy Economies:
Social status: The haves and have-nots in fantasy world will be much more clear-cut, often with little room for movement up and down the socioeconoic ladder.
Scaricity. What is a resource that is hard to come by?
Geographical Characteristics: The setting will play a huge role in deciding what your country has and doesn't. Mountains and seas will determine time and cost of trade. Climatic conditions will determine shelf life of food items.
Impact of Magic: Magic can determine the cost of obtaining certain commodities. How does teleportation magic impact trade?
For Sci-Fi Economies Related to Space Exploration
Thankfully, space exploitation is slowly becoming a reality, we can now identify the factors we'll need to consider:
Economics of space waste: How large is the space waste problem? Is it recycled or resold? Any regulations about disposing of space wste?
New Energy: Is there any new clean energy? Is energy scarce?
Investors: Who/which country are the giants of space travel?
Ownership: Who "owns" space? How do you draw the borders between territories in space?
New class of workers: How are people working in space treated? Skilled or unskilled?
Relationship between space and Earth: Are resources mined in space and brought back to Earth, or is there a plan to live in space permanently?
What are some new professional niches?
What's the military implication of space exploitation? What new weapons, networks and spying techniques?
Also, consider:
Impact of space travel on food security, gender equality, racial equality
Impact of space travel on education.
Impact of space travel on the entertainment industry. Perhaps shooting monters in space isn't just a virtual thing anymore?
What are some indsutries that decline due to space travel?
I suggest reading up the Economic Impact Report from NASA, and futuristic reports from business consultants like McKinsey.
If space exploitation is a relatiely new technology that not everyone has access to, the workings of the economy will be skewed to benefit large investors and tech giants. As more regulations appear and prices go down, it will be further be integrated into the various industries, eventually becoming a new style of living.
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few & far - aemond targaryen.
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader.
warnings: none.
summary: Targaryen weddings were few and far between what with many of them marrying their own kin and, after Prince Aegon married his sister Princess Helaena, the whole realm seemed to wait with bated breath for what the much-desired Prince Aemond would do.
word count: 554.
gif credit: @useraelin (x)
The carriage groans with each dip and stray rock it hits, weight shifting and evening out every few minutes sometimes, seconds. The feeling is uncomfortable and, it causes your stomach to turn but, it keeps you from wandering into the dark crevices of your mind. The ‘what ifs’ and ‘why nots’ of why it couldn’t be… no.
You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head a little to rid yourself of your stray thoughts. You couldn’t go there, not now or you’d just end up hurting yourself.
Your parents had already warned you to keep your wits about yourself, to think of your family’s honour and dignity… to think of your own.
The abrupt halt of the carriage pulls you from your thoughts. The door opening a moment later by a household guard and your parents, older sister, younger sister, and you file out.
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The walk to the Grand Hall of the Red Keep is daunting, its large ornate doors looming over you and your family the closer you get.
With clenched fists, you take several deep breaths, heart thumping heavily in your chest as you try to calm your nerves. When your family's approach comes closer, your mother turns a sharp eye on each one of you, quickly examining your appearances.
“Fix your dress,” she eyes your pleats.
“The pleats aren’t the problem, mother,” you rub a hand across your waist and over your stomach. “My dress… the laces are far too tight.”
“Impossible, it was just made.”
“Well then I don’t feel well,” you complain.
“That’s enough!” your father whispers harshly as the doors of the Grand Hall suddenly open and your family’s arrival is announced.
Your family moves as one, strong and united. Your father and mother in front, you & your sisters in birth order behind them; each of you adorned in the sapphire blue and fine silver colours of your house.
You continue to take deep breaths, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and blocking out all around you. You keep your head down, concentrating on the spot directly in front of you and between your parents and when they stop, you stop. But then… so does everyone else at the abrupt sound of a scraping chair.
Your eyes follow the sound before you can stop yourself, immediately finding the Prince Aemond. He is standing from his place at the middle of the high table, eye focused solely on you and mouth slightly agape as if he’s about to say something and he does.
“My love…” he utters under his breath.
Under his breath but, it is the only thing everyone can hear. Complete silence befalls the room, tension so thick in the air it could suffocate you and, part of you wishes that it would. With wide eyes, you dare not to look anywhere else but, at him. Afraid to see the affronted looks you were sure to be met with from the other noble Lords & Ladies.
You continue to hold his gaze for what feels like an eternity but is only a few seconds. The spell broken by a soft voice that carries from beside him.
“Yes, my Prince?” his Lady wife-to-be calls to him.
Her hand resting gently, gently but, possessively on his arm but, you know he is not hers.
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I am lowkey terrified to ask, but I absolutely adore your Silm art (your Fëanorian designs never miss! also you somehow came up with multiple of my favorite Gil-Galad designs I've ever seen), and have been similarly stress-doodling myself through a bunch of deadlines this week, so I thought I might throw one of my Silm OCs your way. (And am hereby reassuring myself that you can just ignore any asks that don't tickle your fancy and it'll be fine :p)
I humbly submit my headcanon for Maglor's spouse for your prompt bank - he's a Noldo/Vanya who first met the family through being a sculpting student of Nerdanel's, but didn't actually end up with Maglor until the Kidnap Fam years (and it was exactly as doomed and tragic as it sounds). Tall, broad-shouldered (hauling blocks of marble around is hard work!), long red-gold hair, eyes roughly the color of forget-me-nots; A bit on the paler side, but has one of those complexions that turns golden in the sun. Terribly beautiful, in the way people often think of when they think of Greek statues, albeit with that sharp Noldo jawline/cheekbone profile.
Wow ok so, like describing him as a marble statue? Inspired. It gave me such a Specific image in my brain. I generally love to bedazzle my elves, but this guy? No sir. He immediately gave me the vibe of a guy who absolutely lets his face do the talking.
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Day 15: Temperature Play- With Ravio
"Oh Cinder you sure took your sweet time with this one-" Yeah I forgot. Whoops mb sorry. but hey it's out now right?
Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!
Smut CW: wax play...I think thats it? It's pretty tame all things considered. like I wouldn't even really consider this smut. maybe foreplay.
This is Day fifteen of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.
Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 14 >>>Day 16
“Oh, darling!”
He wasn’t sure what tempted him to this idea. Not entirely. But he was always a curious fellow with honed tastes for the finer things in life. The refined wines and artisanal breads that fetched quite a pretty price at the farmers market, or maybe the jewels that bedazzled and shined in intricately woven jewelry. Ravio had always enjoyed them and liked to treat himself to such a thing when times were generous and he had the means to do so. Recently there has been quite the uptick in business as of late, so when he passed by these candles he just couldn’t bring himself to pass them up!
Intricate swirls of blues and golds with marigolds and forget-me-nots stamped around the outer walls of the teacup were what originally caught his eye, making him pause, but it was what was in the cup that had him handing over the needed rupees. Solid white and nothing unassuming until the merchant explained it wasn’t wax, but instead a lotion that could be used as the candle was lit and it melted.
It was such a deliciously devious idea that had his tongue drying in his mouth as it was packaged for him.
When the idea was brought up to you, he bit his tongue to refrain from swaying your decision, but nothing could keep the smile of elation from lighting up his features when you agreed.
And oh, how worth it it was for the small price he paid. Watching the drops of smelted lotion fall onto your fair skin, muscles twitching at the shock of heat, made his cock just ache at the sight as he pushed the limits of your absolute threshold. Holding the teacup just over your back as you squirmed in anticipation, or dipping the tip of his finger into the lotion if only to hover it above your spine and watch you move against it. Hovering the flicker of the flame just under your chin to keep your head high made his entire body just burn (Pun intended) in anticipation. He was sure if driven, he could um from this alone.
Not only was it dangerously erotic, but it was oh-so intimate as well. Letting his palms run over your shoulders, collecting the rapidly cooling lotion and massaging it into your supple skin, molding it to his hands and hearing your salivating groans. He was sure, if he was paying any attention to himself, his erection would be downright painful, but how could he focus on something as simple as that when he could focus on you? Every single part of you. The connection of just touching you and feeling you with both your entire mind, body and soul naked and barren just for him and him alone.
The romantic aspect of it all made his heart thrum in his own rush for simply more.
With a grin, he merely upturned the cup once more, hearing you cry out at the sudden snap of heat now pooling in the curve of your back.
In time, he would make such sweet love to you, thanking you for letting him worship you, but for now?
He’d see how long this teacup would last him.
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Issei Matsukawa x florist!Reader “Red Chrysanthemums”
“Are you almost done with the preparation of the funeral of Mr. Hashibura Matsukawa?” The owner of ‘House of Shinigami’ walks into the preparation room to find his young employee, Issei Matsukawa.
The ravenette looks up from the body preparation at his boss, gloves and a medical mask covering his face.
Matsukawa pulls the gloves off his hands, throwing them in the trash.
Pulling his mask down, he answers.
“Yeah, just have to finish up here. I’ll be done in an hour or so.”
The older man nods, telling him to lock up the place after he is done.
Right as he is about to close the door, he remembers something.
“Oh before I forget, our new florist will come in about 20 minutes. It’s for the flower arrangement that the family wishes to have.” He explains and closes the door.
Matsukawa sighs and tries to be done with most preperations before the florist arrives.
All of sudden, he hears a soft feminine voice call out in the lobby, making him stop his actions and walking out of the preparation room.
The ravenette widens his eyes a bit at your appearance. You’re drop-dead gorgeous and the way you’re standing with the notepad like a shy new student in class just adds to your charm.
„Hello. My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). I am the owner of ‚Garden of Eden‘ a few blocks down. I am guessing you’re the employee your boss has mentioned?“
Nodding at your statement, he introduces himself.
„Name‘s Matsukawa Issei, you can call me Issei if you want to.“
Blushing a bit by already letting you call him by his first name is doing weird things to your body.
I mean, his tall stature and his raven locks give off an intimidating vibe but the way his dark eyes shine with kindness, makes you forget his dark aura.
„So let’s go over the flower arrangements together.“
Matsukawa brings a notepad as well from one of the drawers from the front desk.
„So. The family wishes for pink carnations, Forget-Me-Nots and Cyclamen.“
Matsukawa nods, writing everything down.
„Any reason for these type of flowers?“
You look at him as if he were stupid.
„Have you never given any thought to any flower arrangements of families for funeral plannings?“
The former Middle Blocker shrugs his shoulders in embarrassment and you give out a sigh before explaining it to him.
„So. Uhm. Pink carnations stand for ‚I‘ll never forget you‘. Forget-Me-Nots, the name of the flower already explains the meaning in its name. And Cyclamen stand for resignation and good-bye.“
Matsukawa needless to say, is impressed by your knowledge about the flowers.
He has to admit, he never cared enough for the meaning of flowers at funerals, it’s just an addition to give a little light to something dark. Sure, he knows that red roses mean love and affection for someone else but that’s about it. And that’s all he honestly needs to know. But that was before he met you.
The curly-haired ravenette keeps asking you about the meaning of flowers, listening intensely to every word you say. He asks about your shop, a little bit about about your personal life and he finds out that you’re the granddaughter of the previous floral shop owner.
Kindness and compassion shine in your eyes whenever you would mention more facts about certain flowers, almost making him swoon by your fascination.
But all things have to come to an end, Matsukawa having to finish his preparation on the body and you getting back home after giving the ravenette your business card which includes the number of your shop and also your personal number.
You sly minx.
A year later, you’re opening up your shop later than usual, having a romantic late date last night with Issei. As you are about to unlock your door, you notice a packaged bouquet in front of the door.
Curiously, you bend down to pick it up and you see your name on it with a tag that says it’s from Issei.
When you open the bouquet, you immediately feel a heat spread across your face, a warm smile stretches over your cheeks when you recognize the flowers.
Red Chrysanthemums.
(Psst! Red Chrysanthemums = I love you)
@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyū!!#hq x reader#matsukawa x reader#matsukawa issei#haikyuu matsukawa#hq matsukawa#aoba johsai#aoba josai x reader
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marriage of convenience + gothic for el/orion, please!
[give me 1-3 tropes + 2-3 characters!]
(the gothicness comes from the whole environment of the school ok)
War came to the Scholomance the year Galadriel Higgins and Orion Lake were Inducted. Oh, it took a while to warm up—everyone had to get settled into their torments of classwork and survival. But there were two new monsters in the school, each worse than Patience and Fortitude combined, from diametrically opposed worlds with diametrically opposed destinies. War was inevitable.
By their junior year, the bloody conflict had settled, and the battlegrounds mostly returned to neutral territory. The defensive spell that blocked all but Enclavers from entering the alchemy lab was fully taken down, the petrification traps that activated only against Enclavers were removed from the library stacks. All cafeteria doors were left unguarded except, of course, against maleficaria.
There were so many maleficaria, and they were so hungry. Despite the active war broken out between the haves and the have-nots, between Orion Lake’s ceaseless heroism and El Higgins’ savage determination to look after every person who turned to the Dark Queen for protection, more students were still alive than in any year on record, in every class.
They didn’t have mana or even malia to waste blockading each other from classrooms, study materials and food anymore.
So the righteous, noble students of the Enclaves, led by their silver-haired hero with his shining sword (wrong, he was so wrong inside, twisted and hungry; couldn’t they see past their own greed) and the stubborn, righteous students of the exiles, led by their destined destroyer of worlds (who never once cheated for power, not once; all the great and terrible spells she cast to keep them safe were with power given freely)—briefly, for the first time, they not just called a truce but actually allied, to fix the mechanism, burn the school, and set the graduating class free.
The next year started… Well. They had energy to spare again. But they’d worked together. (Orion had saved dozens of her people, maybe hundreds by now, just as easily as he saved his own, and never demanded anything for it. El’s mother’s message scrolled before her eyes, but she wondered…) (El was so rude to him, all the time. When he’d saved her life, when he’d tried to kill her once or twice—she was never scared, she was never admiring, she was just rude. Like people were rude to…other people. Never to Orion, before.)
Magnus said they should attack while the witch-queen was recovering from the battle in the graduation hall and busy trying to recruit as many freshmen as possible. Liu grimaced and said they should attack while the Enclavers were recovering from the battle in the graduation hall and settling in their excess number of freshmen (the graduating seniors has told their parents what was happening in the school, and some had reacted fast enough to cut local non-Enclavers from Induction.)
Liesel said, “El, if you really don’t want this conflict to spill over into the rest of the world, we have to stop it in here, decisively. You’ve heard what the freshmen are saying—Shanghai is halfway to co-opting the movement, if they don’t flip and side with the Western enclaves instead. An unknown malificer destroyed Bangkok, and people are dying in the hunt for them… The second you and Orion graduate, it’s going to be war out there, one way or another.”
“What do you suggest?” El snapped. “Other than killing him. I’m not killing him, I’m not killing anyone.”
“I know you’re not,” Liesel said, which what she, personally, felt was infinite patience. “I think you and Lake should get publicly married—or, technically, engaged, since as far as I’m aware, nobody in here is an accredited justice of the peace.”
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Finishing up the D.A.M.N. Storyline, we have the fandom’s son, and my lil buttercup, Caelum.
A note that I interpret FL and Caelum’s relationship as strictly platonic/familial, and I do not want to see any tags/replies/etc. indicating otherwise. If I see anyone disrespecting the work I put into this art by clowning when I’ve stated this I will be blocking that person. I know I’ve done only romantic partnerships with these sets in the past but Caelum and Freelancer’s relationship is important to me and I don’t want recent discourse to affect my ability to post this set for them. Anyway, don’t be acting a fool on my art >:(
With that out of the way, these quotes are from Bakadere Empathy Daemon Asks You For Help and Bakadere Empathy Daemon Comes to You With a Plan. I cried big anime tears while picking quotes when the reverse comfort video came on. Also, that quote is looong (and technically two quotes, hehe) hence the thinner lines.
Y’all know what’s below the cut.
These four flowers:
Daisy: innocence, loyal love, purity, faith, cheer, simplicity
Alstroemeria: devotion, friendship
Zinnia: thinking of you, friendship, endurance, goodness, lasting affection
Forget-me-not: remember me always, true love
Do I love forget-me-nots? Yes. Did I save them specifically for Caelum? Also yes. Not only do we know that Caelum is scared of being forgotten, but Caelum remembers his friends, even when they forget him. Not to mention, true love? Listen up, folks, this usually comes up in discussions about soulmate au in fandoms, but true love is not inherently romantic. Caelum is Freelancer’s little brother and they are just so so wonderful together. Is it true that technically one day the Chorus will revoke FL’s ability to see Caelum? Yes. Erik has said we won’t see this happen and quite frankly I’ve decided that I will substitute the reality where it will happen eventually with my own where that is not even a possibility :-) They’re Siblings Your Honor™
Anywho I think the other flowers really speak for themselves (a note that I did not include buttercups because yes they are small and cute and a perfect endearment which I use for Caelum, but they technically mean riches which… not the vibe).
Moving on, here are some honorable mention quotes:
“You’re important, and you matter, and I don’t ever want you to think that you aren’t worth everything.”
“Thank you. […] For being my friend. And for spending time with me. You make me really happy.”
“You’ve got all these people who love and care about you, who you love and care about, […] and things are just a lot better finally. That makes me so happy.”
“You still give the best hugs ever.”
“You’re soft. And your hugs are the best.”
Caelum got a cloud pattern because a) soft and fluffy like sheep, which reminds me of his horns, and b) besides being a constellation, Caelum is a Latin word meaning the sky and heaven. Besides that, I don’t know if anyone would notice this, but I added extra curls to the lettering of safe and loved, also to be reminiscent of his horns.🐑
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go listen to his baking video again and smile so hard my cheeks hurt when he finds out how awful vanilla extract tastes. <333
#redacted asmr#redacted caelum#redacted freelancer#rens redacted hand series#do i still have an art tag?#caelum my buttercup#ren rambles
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🦀Regarding Requests!🦀
Hi everyone! As I mentioned before I do take art requests, but I don't believe I've ever made a clear rule list regarding them; and what a better time to state them than now? So here it goes!
I will add on to the lists as I go. I ask of you all to please respect my boundaries, and take them into consideration when making requests. If you are personally not sure about your request, please ask/discuss with me. Thank you very much in advance! :•)
*In addition to that, please send in your requests to my ask box! It is to keep things more organized, and in one place so I won't miss anyone :•)
[REQUESTS: CLOSED!!!!]
RULES:
I will draw:
Original Characters. You may ask me to draw your OCs. I love drawing OCs, :•) but please be sure they are yours, and that you created them (even if on a character creator). If you would like me to draw or include someone else's OC, please confirm that you have permission from it's original creator to commission/request other artists to draw them. :•)
Fanart. Its what I draw most of the time anyway. X•D What this means to me is characters from existing fictional series. I mostly specialize in drawing cartoon characters, but if you would like for me to draw a more realistic character (or a character with a more complex design in general, like a mech), do discuss it with me/ask me, and I will try the best to my ability to draw them as accurately as possible if I agree. X•D If you are interested in knowing what series I create fanart for/am interested in, please feel free to check my Carrd. ^_^
AU stuff. :•)
Horror/Slight Gore. Stuff like blood, and certain kinds of body horror, as well as other certain kinds of horror elements. If you would like specifications, feel free to ask!
Ship Art. Please read the "will nots" first though.
I will NOT draw:
NSFW. I do not want to expose any of my minor followers to that.
Anything considered "Dead Dove". Things like inc3st, n0n-c0n, p3dophilia, abus3, b3stiality, and the likes of that being portrayed in a good or in a "sexy" light (that sounds very dumb to the one's who don't know, I know and I'm sorry, I am still lowkey shaken from my times in Twitter X•D JOKES ASIDE THOUGH). Please respect that, and I kindly ask of you to block me in addition to that if that's your kind of flair. Thank you!
Fetish art. If you send me something oddly, oddly, specific, I will question it. I'm sorry, I don't mean to put you on the spot. I'm just personally not comfortable with drawing that type of stuff (I reckon this should technically fall under the same category of NSFW).
Things from AI generated art. or NFTs
Anything hateful. This involves things including but not limited to racism/xenophobia, LGBTQ+ phobia, ableism, fascism, right-wing propaganda, or exclusionism. This one's kind of a given. Nothing involving targeted harassment of a community or an individual either.
#Request Rules#Again -- I will continue adding on to these lists if I feel the need to! So if there's something you are not sure about -- please ask!
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Dear Elliot.
I just watched 10 things about you and was wondering if you know of any fics based on some of the classic 90s movies?
Hi Anon🌸 A bit of a liberal interpretation of “90s”, but here you go!
There Are 10 Things I Hate About You, Sirius Black, by solangelosunangel (17k)
Sirius is paid to take Remus out on a date via a mixed up scheme from Peter, James, and Severus; the latter two wish to date Lily.
As you might guess: a fic inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You (1999). I was surprised how well the storyline fits with wolfstar!? Loved this!
You've Got Love, by Cruisinwritealong (33k)
Remus connects with an enigmatic stranger online, runs an amazing bookstore, and has his life flipped upside down when a Potter Brothers Books megastore opens up just a few blocks away. To makes things even worse the owner of the megastore is charming, funny, and hot as hell.
Based on You’ve Got Mail (1998), this fic delivers some lovely enemies to friends to lovers, and some sweet slow burn.
The Certainty of You, by uponavenueroad (2k)
Sirius is a Hollywood actor who has not been entirely forthcoming about his identity to an undeniably charming, befuddled antique book seller from Notting Hill. The truth comes to a head the morning after a steamy one-night stand.
A short, sweet and sexy fic loosely inspired by Notting Hill (1999).
Be My Baby, by pixelated (prettyremus) (22k)
It’s the summer of 1963, and 18 year old Remus Lupin discovers dance, love, and even himself.
You guessed it, a fic heavily inspired by Dirty Dancing (1987).
Make Much of Time, by WolfstarGarden (11k)
Irrepressible and determined Sirius Black will do almost anything to befriend reserved and secretive Remus Lupin. Being roommates and seeing each other naked helps things along.
Not really your 90s romcom, but I thought I’d add this anyway. A fic inspired by Dead Poets Society (1989).
xx Elliot
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@eternitas Of course you can! I'm sorry for not being more clear! hat I had meant by me 'playing fictional Big Brother' on here was basically just me putting a series of posts of a giant crossover, as often as I can. I do it for myself, so it would be me making public I do for fun privately. In the crossover, the characters will all be contestants on the competition show/social experiment Big Brother.
So for those who don’t know, Big Brother is a reality game show in which a group of 12-18 contestants, called HouseGuests, live together in a custom built, usually themed house. They’re under 24-7 video and audio surveillance, completely isolated from the outside world. The social experiment part of it is really seeing these complete strangers, most of whom have majorly differing ideals, beliefs, sexual orientations, gender expressions, and such interacting with each other. The contest part of it? The winner of Big Brother wins a half million dollars in most seasons of the US show and in the Canadian version the winner gets $100, 000 dollars, a trip, some swag. The runner up gets a much smaller cash prize. In the Canadian version, there’s also ‘Canada’s favourite contestant’ who wins a $10, 000 prize and some competitions allow the winner to earn a trip, some swag, or $5000 cash, even if they get evicted.
Now how is a winner decided? Each week the contestants compete to win Head of Household. The person who wins Head of Household must nominate two HouseGuests to potentially be evicted (to decide who is evicted, all HouseGuests besides the nominees and the Head of Household secretly, one by one, vote on who they want out of the house). Before the eviction happens, the nominees and a small group of chosen HouseGuests compete for the Power of Veto. Whoever has the Power of Veto gets the opportunity to take a nominee off the eviction block and the Head of Household has to choose someone else to take their spot. Guests can choose to self-evict…it’s always interesting to see that happen, where someone gets so mentally done with the game that they just can’t do it anymore and they nope out. And in some rare cases, where a HouseGuest breaks the rules badly, Big Brother can forcibly evict them and kick them out of the game (BBCAN 8 had that happen to two HouseGuests who apparently got into a confrontation where they ended up threatening each other).
Now, on here, for the fictional character Big Brother, I’d stay with the rules I know for Big Brother, the North American rules. So, those would be:
Housemates shall have no contact with the outside world.
All housemates must wear microphone lapels at all times, except when swimming or sleeping. Whispering (speaking so low the microphone won’t pick it up) is strictly prohibited. Covering or tampering with microphones or cameras, writing secret messages, and talking under hidden places are all forbidden.
Conversations in the Diary Room should always stay confidential. No one should ever share those conversations with other houseguests unless told to. (This doesn't extend to votes - you can talk about who you voted for though that is a majorly stupid game strategy, just saying.) Also, unless directed to do otherwise, all votes are cast in the Diary Room.
Housemates should never intimidate, threaten, or act violently towards any other housemate. They should also never deliberately break anything inside the house.
The Head of Household must nominate two people for eviction.
Evicted houseguests, after brief goodbyes, must immediately leave the house and be interviewed by the show’s Host.
The winner of the Power of Veto may elect to remove one nominee from the block, including themselves. If the Power of Veto is golden, the HOH must immediately select a replacement nominee. If it’s anything other than golden, the winner of the Power must immediately select a replacement nominee.
There will be ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’. For those unfamiliar, haves get foods and their comfortable beds and have no restrictions placed on them. Have nots get put on slop (a disgusting tasting oatmeal like substance designed to provide all needed nutrients) and must sleep in the ‘Have-Not’ room, either on the floor or on really hard rooms. Have-nots are put at an immediate disadvantage for any competitions.
The following isn’t allowed to be brought inside the house:
Drugs/narcotics
Weapons
Watches
Money and credit/debit cards
Mobile phones, tablets, gaming devices, computers, television in any form
Journals/diaries/paper in any form along with pens/pencils/etc.
Magazines and books that aren’t religious texts
Musical instruments
Board games/cards
Anything requiring battery or electrical power
The way I figure I’ll do it is I’m going to pick 13 fandoms (KHR, K, Nanbaka, Bungou Stray Dogs, Servamp, Saiyuki, Eyeshield 21, Mystic Messenger, Ikemen Revolution, Class of the Titans, Bleach, The Outsiders, and Iruma-kun) and I’m going to post polls for you lovely readers. They’ll be formatted as ‘Which character would you like to see compete from this fandom?’ with the options being either a character or a character group (ie: someone from the Varia, someone from HOMRA). If it’s a character group, I’m letting a random spin of an online wheel pick for me. Those picked will be our 13 contestants.
From there, I’ll post what’s going on in the week inside the house leading up to the Head of Household competition. Then I’ll write the Head of Household competition, including our haves/have nots. Another post will be the Power of Veto competition, the immediate follow up and campaigning. Then we’ll have a nomination post…some weeks, I’ll be entirely leaving it up to the character themselves to pick with no twists but I’ll post polls here and there before writing the nomination which give you lovely readers, the ‘audience’ the opportunity to grant the power of protection, where you’ll get to choose one character you can prevent from being nominated or sometimes even where you guys can pick one character to get a special gift or secret power. The last post of that ‘week’ will be the eviction post, where I’ll show the voting and the eviction! And I firmly believe there are some guests who will blow things up after they get evicted, spilling the tea on allllll of someone else’s game right before leaving or doing something else showy and flashing. I'd talk about who the comp beasts are (people who consistently win or come close to winning competitions), who the floaters (players who make sure they're underestimated, making it through the game by having everyone like them and just staying under the radar, sometimes even throwing competitions) are, who forms alliances to work together, who gets into showmances, who plays honestly and stays true to what they say and who lies and manipulates and plays villain to try to win, etc.
And yeahhh…that’s about the best explanation I can give, I guess?
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Rant Income!
all those MF spam-bots are so fucking annoying!
And I'm not even talking about those accounts that just DM you, promising – with typos including – the best time you will ever have, all topped with about half of the available emojis.
Those are 'normal' – Tho normal is a very, VERY wrong word for that…
What I hate is not those bots. those messages you can just ignore, report and block and you are done with them. What it HATE is the fact that they now appear in my dashboard as well. And not just filthy messages that you could just not notice at all.
I'm talking about those links with images that are very, VERY vivid, all tagged with tags that are for fans who DON'T want to see that.
#vampire academy ? -> here is a collection of tits that ask if you wanna touch them!
#fringe -> here is a naked ass mooning the camera
#WHO THE FUCK CARE THE TAG?! -> woman with dick inside, promising to show you more
MORE?! how the fuck can there be MORE to be shown?!
And I'm not even ranting just for my sake – tho i absolutely do!
I rant for those who had been protected from those images so far, children, teenager, young adults, (even adults in general)…
Really, I don't want to see that, and if I wanted to, then I need to go to websites that provide those kinds of images, videos, chats, what-nots – there, that's fine, whatever floats your boat man!
but here?! on tumblr?! where I wanna hang out with other fandom people, where I wanna read headcanons, watch gifs, pictures, read teasers for fics, etc?! HERE I don't wanna see those things, and it makes my blood boil that I have to report links like that daily (for weeks now) and it doesn't seem to get any better!
What the Fuck Tumblr?!
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I’m curious what you all think:
Sometimes on tumblr, I see people’s bios have a huge “DNIs” (Do not interact list), I’m just curious, but is it just me or is it unhelpful? If someone is truly going to cause drama, they’re just going to ignore it. I am all about controlling what you see in media, especially for mental health.
I am not referring to things such as no terfs and talking about avoiding racists/sexists/homophobics/transphobics.
There are totally valid reasons to dislike characters/ships/factions, but
I’m referring to things like a large list of
“If you’re a fan of character xyz - DNI.”
“If you ship any of the following - DNI”
“If you’re pro Jedi, DNI” (Star Wars)
“If you’re Pro Mage / Templar/etc DNI” (Dragon Age)
“Pro Iron-Man/Pro Captain America” - (Marvel)
“Anti Authors/Directors/Actors/ A, B, C, D, fans DNI” --- can be valid for sure, especially for someone like JK Rowling.
When it’s a massive list, I just don’t get it.
I think it’s easier to block the tags as best as possible and either scroll past posts or block people who leak through the tags.
I think it also backfires in that people who may be interested in interacting are going to have second thoughts if someone has a huge post of “Do Nots”.
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Fun, weird, low-key angsty take on super healing.
Uh... TW: disturbing takes on pain, injury, and super healing sorta crossed with hannahaki (fictional flower disease). A tad graphic and psychological horror-esque.
"Pain is Beauty"
Rather than healing at an alarming rate, this type of healing is supernatural and alters the person's body. There's no ugly wound. They get cuts and flowers bloom, completely concealing the original wound, maybe a different type of flower based on injury and intent. Maybe they technically heal faster than normal, but it's without the ugly stages of healing.
There's no scars left behind, the flowers naturally falling off once it's healed. Bruises patches of moss or pastel paints. Broken bones obscured by whole bouquets as angelic music covers up the hideous sound of bones resetting on their own.
Tears drops of light that solidify into crystals, hiding any 'ugly' side effect by contrast. Obscuring your red eyes, assuming it gets to occur to begin with.
Not being allowed to grieve or be vulnerable in a raw, ugly way. Everything you do obscured in a frightening, supernatural veneer of artificial beauty.
Would you even be allowed the grace of aging? Of dying? Or would that be too ugly for this power to leave unaltered? Never able to simply exist in your pain and come to terms with it. Having people fawn over grievous injuries simply because the near disembowelment turned into a bouquet of wildflowers that flourish under your shirt.
It sounds nice at first, but I imagine somewhere along the line the pain stops being taken seriously. Because it's not ugly and brutal, it doesn't matter. And besides, now you've got this beautiful bundle of forget-me-nots, isn't that nice? Who cares if it aches when people pluck the flowers, that just means there's more, right?
It's okay to cry, the tears are so nice to keep in a jar anyway.
Yeah... It sounds like the kind of thing that's cool at first, maybe even convenient. But the longer it goes on, the more dehumanizing it feels for your pain to be taken as a performance. For your agony to be admired and commodified.
As gory as the supernatural healing where bones and blood and muscle form at a rapid pace is... It wouldn't be long until you'd prefer the brief, terrible pain of regrowing whole limbs from scratch than days of feeling roots in your veins. Blocking blood from flowing freely over your skin to scab over. Soaking up your pain to grow something much more pleasant than scars.
I think you'd feel the roots long after the flowers fall off. The phantom sensation of your entire body encased in them must be haunting.
#mittens muses#a little fucked up#started as a neat lowkey hurt/comfort thing#then it spiraled into physiological horror#whoops#my bad
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