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kenas-artstuff · 3 months
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he's just wandering
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celesticidal · 3 months
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In which expectations are subverted, Wriothesley discovers just what it means for Neuvillette to like him as much as he does, and Neuvillette finally discovers the meaning of intimacy.
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thegirlhoodtheory · 1 year
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RADIOHEAD WRITES SONGS FOR GIRLS LIKE ME, WHICH IS FUCKING GROSS 5/4/23
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firestorm09890 · 7 months
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KHTober 2023 Day 7: Guardian of Light
Ienzo was continuing to skim old reports in Master Ansem’s study when Lea came back.
“I’m off again right after this,” said Lea, before Ienzo could get a word out of greeting. “Just thought you guys might want to know I’m doing my own thing now. They want me to be one of their lucky seven, so I’ve gotta train.”
Ienzo had been having a hard time identifying each of his emotions since he had regained his heart, but this one was one he’d known from a young age, and something even Zexion had felt: frustration. Though, this time, he wasn’t sure if it was the usual frustration at being out of the loop, or if it was directed at Lea himself. Perhaps both. He bit back a scathing remark, a little too Zexion for his taste. “Who is this you’re talking about?”
Lea scratched his head. “Y’know, Sora and Riku and Kairi, King Mickey, some fuckin’ wizard guy, uh…”
As helpful as ever.
Shh. Don’t say that out loud. Ienzo kept quiet, waiting for Lea to continue.
“There’s this big war thing that’s supposed to happen between some keyblade wielders called the Guardians of Light and the ‘Real Organization’– guess we weren’t cool enough for old Norty, heh– and the lights want me to join ‘em.”
Ienzo blinked. 
They must be desperate if they asked you to join them. 
Knock it off. “Good… job?” He shook his head slightly. “I’m missing too much context. You’re a keyblade wielder?”
What convenient timing.
Lea grinned. “Yup! Managed to summon mine a bit ago, check this:” He held a hand out, narrowing his eyes at the empty space where the keyblade would appear, and waited.
And waited.
Oh, wow. They truly must be desperate.
“Eh, whatever,” Lea shrugged it off. “I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. Doesn’t really matter if you see it or not.”
A second, stronger surge of frustration. Ienzo fiddled with the edge of one of the papers. “Make sure not to waste that time.”
Lea rolled his eyes. “Knew you’d say that.” Ienzo mentally cursed himself for letting that one slip out. At the very least, the good-natured smirk didn’t leave Lea’s face. “Sayonara, good luck with whatever you guys are doing nowadays.”
Good riddance.
“And good luck to you as well,” Ienzo said quietly, though Lea was already gone.
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katabay · 1 year
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I used to watch a lot of sword and sandal films growing up because I liked ancient world stories and settings, but as an adult I gotta say. the view is really nice. so like, some guys!! hanging out!!! insert a generic peplum film setting and plot here that justifies it here
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ravenkings · 5 months
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Reducing education to a business model changes what, and who, gets taught. Framing students as entry-level employees emboldens this “nudge” toward the vocational. But students need a wide horizon to explore, dream, try, fail, try harder, fail better. They need, if you will, to be useless — for a while, anyway. It’s true that the great majority of my students won’t go on to be writers, but they will go on to be readers who, through literature, educate themselves cognitively, emotionally and spiritually. They’ll leave my classroom prepared to think critically, to consider another’s perspective and muster empathy, and to recognize fake news, fear-mongering and demagogy. Maybe that’s why the Shad Whites out there seem so keen to thwart my students working toward “useless” degrees. After all, they can detect faulty reasoning faster than a sneeze through a screen door. So let me suggest that higher education administrators jettison the corporatease. My students’ degrees are only “high value” if they’ve reason to value them highly. My campus is not your corporation. My classroom is not your boardroom.
–Beth Ann Fennelly, "Stop Corporatizing My Students," The New York Times, November 15, 2023.
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wogot3 · 8 months
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random emploplo comic part 2 END
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dragon-giggles · 8 months
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Idk why I made this lol, but have this mess anyway
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rangertessadarling · 2 years
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Will's parents literally just took one look at Halt and went 'oh yeah,,, yeah, i'd die for him' and then they went and just died for him.
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multi-lefaiye · 3 months
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i wanna write a massive epic story about eden in bg3 and his storyline
but ALSO i wanna write the slight spin-off idea i had that would absolutely be more emotionally impactful for people who already know eden as a character and have seen him in action.
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tangledfate · 2 months
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"Go on. FETCH."
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nikialexx · 2 years
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all of your WIPs sound amazing and I am here to request details on the dark academia/fwb and/or the young royals/RWRB fic are you kiddinggg both sound genius <3
(obligatory apology for how long its taken me to get around to this  <333) 
I’ve already answered the young royals/rwrb one here, so I’ll tell you about the dark academia/fwb fic!! 
I'm still working out the details of this one, specifically that pesky little detail called a 'plot', but I think I can share a few of the general ideas:
It's a bit canon-divergence in that Remus is not turned into a werewolf at five, he (and Lily) are sorted into Slytherin, the two of them are best friends with Snape, and Remus and Sirius have been rivals for about the entire time that they’ve known each other. 
(They’ve also been sleeping together for the better part of a year, but no one else needs to know about that, especially since they will swear to anyone that asks, and themselves, that they actually hate each other. The sex is just for practical reasons, you see ;))
It does, however, make things complicated when Remus is attacked by a werewolf the summer between sixth and seventh year-- and Sirius, of course, finds out about it. 
The fic is going to follow them throughout the entirety of their final year at hogwarts and deal with fun things like self discovery in the wake of having your entire world turned upside down, the thin line between love and hate and obsession, the mortifying ordeal of being known best by the person you hate most in the world, the inherent eroticism of having an academic rival, and my favorite trope ever: 'only i'm allowed to hurt you and i'll kill anyone else who even tries <3'
here's a snippet!!
"Nox," Sirius murmured, and the light at the end of his wand went out. 
The hallway was cloaked in darkness again, the two of them more than well-hidden from anyone that might pass them by, but Remus could feel that Sirius was still unsettled. The taut way he held himself hadn't let up even after Severus' departure, as if the mere fact that he was in such close proximity to the Slytherin Common Room in any capacity caused him tremendous pain.
Remus almost asked him if he wanted to move, just to spare Sirius some of that obvious torment, but he held himself back. Meeting up in empty classrooms and sneaking into each other's dormitories was okay, but Remus would not ask Sirius Black to accompany him on a midnight stroll across the castle grounds. That seemed a step too far- and likely to get him laughed at, if he knew Sirius at all.
"You really should make better friends, Lupin," Sirius said, tilting his head back against the wall with the infuriatingly casual air of someone who was having their time reluctantly encroached upon, instead of the other way around.
Remus wondered if it was possible to hate someone so much it felt like your lungs were on fire whenever you were near them. 
"I could say the same to you,” he said, instead of any of the numerous curses that had pushed themselves temptingly to the forefront of his mind. It was an honestly miraculous display of restraint, in his opinion.
Sirius laughed, “Is this about James again?"
"You don't complain about my friends,” Remus said, “And I won't complain about yours."
"Your friends deserve the complaints," Sirius said. Purposely, he glanced in the direction Severus had just walked off to, "Ask me who I saw lurking around the restricted section of the library earlier."
Remus forced himself not to react- at least not in any way that could be perceived by Sirius. He couldn't really help the way his insides seemed to turn to molten lead at Sirius' words.
So he'd been right then.
The fact that Severus had been making use of his time by visiting the restricted section was not surprising. But that he had lied about it?
Remus needed to get back to the dorm.
Sirius, however, was still looking at him, using those maddening few inches of height he had on Remus to stare Remus down like he was both the most fascinating subject in the world and also the most uninspiring.
Remus held his ground, and stared back.
"What were you doing there?" he countered, "I’m starting to get concerned, Black. Do you just make a habit of spying on people?”
Sirius smiled. It was entirely without humor. "Only the suspicious ones."
"Is that what I am?"
"Well not anymore,” he pointed out, waving a hand dismissively, “I already know all of your secrets. Now I have all the time in the world to dedicate to your awful friends.” 
Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius had seemingly been as helpful as he intended to be for the night, and despite Remus' newfound confirmation that Severus was, in fact, closer to uncovering the truth about him, it didn't exactly help him in any way to stand about discussing that with Sirius, of all people.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his robes and turned to walk away, "Goodnight, Sirius."
Sirius reached out and grabbed his arm before he’d even fully stepped out of their shared space, firmly yanking him back in, "Wait."
"Sirius," Remus warned, even as the other boy crowded him back against the wall and Remus made no real effort to escape, "I have to go. Severus will-"
"Don't," Sirius groaned, "Don't say his name. Nothing kills the mood faster."
"Severus will come looking for me," Remus said, enunciating the word just to see Sirius grimace again.
Sirius, the infuriating arse, didn't give him the satisfaction.
"So let him," he said instead, "He can watch. I'm sure he could use the lessons, Merlin knows he won't be getting them anywhere else. It will be my act of community service this week, helping out the less fortunate."
"Salazar, you're insufferable."
“Me?” Sirius glared at him. "Have you forgotten about your little werewolf situation?"
"Fucking hell, Sirius,” Remus snapped, shoving him back, “Can you keep your voice down?"
"Are you hearing me at all? Snape is starting to suspect you.”
"I can take care of myself-"
"You share a room with him," Sirius reminded him, as if Remus could have forgotten, "All I'm asking is that you be more careful around him, since I don’t presume you’ll agree to my original plan of throwing him into the Black Lake."
"I don't understand why you even care so much."
Sirius sighed, long and low, as if Remus' general presence took out an extraneous toll on his sanity.
"Your other friends might be insufferable gits who'd turn on you in less than five seconds, Lupin," Sirius said, with the exaggerated patience of someone speaking to a five year old, "But Gryffindor's have more honor than that. I look out for my friends."
"We're not friends," Remus felt it necessary to remind him, and ignored the voice at the back of his head that insisted on asking stupid questions like, well, what are we then? "We fuck each other, and when we're not fucking each other you're going out of your way to annoy me."
"Or protect you, as the actual evidence suggests.”
“I don’t need you to protect me,” Remus said. He pushed Sirius away from him again, and took the split second of opportunity it provided to slip himself out of the corner and into the hallway. “Are we done here?”
Sirius watched him, his lips pressed thinly together, something unreadable in his expression.
Finally, he nodded. Remus held his gaze for another second before turning away.
"Lupin?" Sirius called.
Remus, hating himself more and more, turned.
Sirius raised a brow. Whatever had been clouding his gaze just a few seconds ago was gone already, replaced by his usual bored arrogance.
He smiled, "Our usual time tomorrow?"
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I love it when Matt talks about Essek.
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swagyna · 7 months
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you guys im out here. and i wish i wasn't. i wish i could rewind to 15 minutes ago before remembering this shit.
it's all coming back to me. why, WHY am i talking to her still.
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rottmntquotes · 1 year
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Leo Ordering Christmas Dinner:
Leo: Yes, I'd like four Calling Birds, three French Hens, two Turtle Doves, and a Partridge but spare the pear tree.
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thatndginger · 1 year
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Find the Vibe Tag
thanks for the tag @lynnedwardswrites I couldn't think of a better way to try and get myself back into the writeblr mode than a prompt like this :P
My vibe: “Take a shot in the dark”
I'm gonna leave this one as an open tag, but worry not, I have a backlog of tag games I'm gonna hit people with eventually ^.^ If anyone wants to take a stab at it, I'll leave you with this vibe:
"for shits and giggles" (ie: doing something for your own amusement)
Since I'm still kinda putting a pause on Shapeshifter's main body of work, I'm pulling from some of the 'outside' work I've done for Shapeshifter. This one in particular is a 'timeline that will never be' AU that took hold of my brain and wouldn't leave-
“If I kiss you-” Gabe’s gaze falls, catches on Kerr’s mouth “-are you going to run in the morning?”
“Probably.” Kerr has never been able to lie when it matters. He watches Gabe’s throat bob as he swallows, and leans in until their noses brush. “What’ll you do? If you wake up and I’m gone.”
Gabe’s right, Kerr’s a coward. He already got the words on his tongue to laugh this off, to turn the entire night into something less than it was. Can’t fuck up something that never was, right? Drop the little voice begging for more, for a chance, for anything in a trash can and burn it for good measure.
Gabe breathes in. Blows out a sigh that sounds like laughter.
Gabe kisses him.
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