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starlitangels · 2 years

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Charity Ball

Milo can shift again! I was so frickin’ happy that after listening to his audio I immediately DM’ed @romirola to see if she had any good ideas for a happy Milo one-shot and this was one of them. Thanks Romi! You’re amazing! 1.8k words

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“Unempowered police forces do this too, Milo. Stop whining,” I said, fixing the last little bit of my outfit in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of our closet door.

Milo came back into the bedroom from where he’d been doing his best to get his hair to cooperate in the bathroom. He hated his hair gel with the fieriest of passions and never used it unless he absolutely had to—some distant cousin’s wedding in Oregon that he’d dragged me to when we’d barely moved in together coming to mind—and he was looking mad about it. “I just hate these damn monkey suits, sweetheart,” he said, yanking on his silver-grey tie’s slipknot to tighten it properly far more aggressively than necessary.

“I know.” I crossed and started to smooth out the lines of his white shirt’s shoulders. “But, if it makes you feel any better, you look so damn fine.” I kissed his jaw just below his ear. I felt him shiver—just a little.

“Well. Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed. He started fidgeting with his sleeve cuffs. I chuckled as he swore under his breath. “This is what I get for letting Ash help me pick this shirt out.” He stuck a fist out toward me. “Help, please?”

I put my cupped palm under his hand, letting him drop his cufflinks into my waiting hand. I snorted. “No,” I said, “you’re not wearing these.”

“What? Why not?” He sounded offended.

I gave him a look as I crossed to the box where he kept his fancy jewelry. The watch I’d given him for our third anniversary was still in its nice case to keep it safe from everything else in the box. Earrings he didn’t wear anymore since he forgot to wear any for so long that his holes closed back up, tie bars he never used, and a small velvet pouch of all his cufflinks. I extracted that and dumped it out until I found the pair I was looking for. Silver and moonstone—another gift from me when we were going to that wedding up in Oregon. I put all the other cufflinks back and closed the box.

“These,” I said, approaching him. He held his hands out so I could do them up. “They look the best with your eyes.” Once both links were fastened, I reached up a brushed a curl out of his eyes, putting it back in line with the rest of the gelled hair. Milo refused to meet my eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You take such good care-a me,” he said softly.

I kissed him on the cheek again. “Well, I am dragging you to the Investigator’s Charity Ball so, y’know, it’s kinda my responsibility for the night to make sure we’re both dressed appropriately.”

Milo’s grey eyes swept me up and down. “Well, you definitely are,” he said. He swore under his breath again. “You look amazing.” He reached for the rest of his suit hanging off the closet’s other door. He slung the vest on first, buttoning it up and tucking his tie into it. The suit jacket followed. I was so glad he picked his grey suit for tonight. God, he looked incredible. He looked nice in his navy blue suit, but the grey was so much nicer on him.

“Tie bar?” I suggested.

He shrugged. “Nah,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. For you.”

I went back to the jewelry box and pulled out a simple silver tie bar and his nice watch. He put both on reluctantly, but I didn’t miss the way he didn’t even watch what he was doing, instead training his focus on me. So I showed off a little as I finished the last touches of my outfit. When I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye, he was biting his tongue between his teeth in the corner of his mouth. “Like what you see, Greer?” I teased.

He licked his lower lip and nodded. “Uh-huh.”

I chuckled. “Well, pulling off each other’s clothes will have to wait for later,” I said with a wink, bending to snatch up my shoes and leave the room.

Milo caught me and pinned me to the door frame, pressing a hungry kiss to my lips before trailing down my jaw and neck. He chuckled slightly as my muscles tensed up.

Then he was gone, moving deeper into our room. “Little promise for later, sweetheart,” he said.

I smirked. “Looking forward to it.”

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“Okay, okay. I admit, this isn’t so bad,” Milo said.

“I think you’re just a show-off,” I replied playfully.

“Well, that is definitely true,” he admitted. “I like showing you off more than anythin’ else, sweetheart.”

“Good. Because the feeling is mutual.” I winked at him. He smirked lazily at me.

On the stage, the Chief Investigator of Dahlia’s Investigator team—my boss—tapped the back of a knife against her champagne glass. The crowd milling about all gathered closer to the stage, Milo and I hanging near the back, me on Milo’s arm when he offered it to me.

“First off,” Chief said, smiling, “congratulations on another fantastic year.” A small smattering of golf claps echoed around the crowd. “Most of you know me; but for those who don’t, my name is Chief Investigator Connie Montoya. I’d just like to thank everyone for coming tonight. This event is definitely something we on the Investigative team look forward to every year. The charity silent auction will begin in about thirty minutes. So, in the meantime, please enjoy the drinks and the refreshments. And, by popular request, the dance floor has been expanded this year.” She pointed to the large space taking up about a fourth of the room cordoned off by ropes. “Enjoy!”

She met my eyes, smiled wider, and headed off stage, taking her wife’s hand as she reached the edge of the stage so her wife could help her down the stairs. I mean, she was wearing borderline six-inch heels. I didn’t blame her for needing a hand.

Milo put a hand out for me. “Care to dance, sweetheart?” he asked.

I smiled and put my hand on top of his. He intertwined our fingers and led me to the dance floor by the hand.

Milo wrapped his arm across my entire back, pressing me close to him, his other hand holding mine tightly. He gave me that hungry, wolfish grin of his. Possessiveness wasn’t a uniquely shifter trait, but Milo had told me once it was more intense for them with their mates. Loyalty was deeply ingrained into them to help keep packs together but that loyalty went even a step beyond devotion for a wolf to their mate.

We started to dance.

I remembered when we were first dating and he’d refused to meet my eyes as he admitted that he liked dancing before asking if I’d like to go dancing with him on a date—like it was the 1940′s. I’d learned only a little dancing before I met him, but he was the one who taught me how. Usually we’d have “lessons” in our living room set to one of his many dance-themed Spotify playlists. He had a waltz playlist, a foxtrot, a tango, cha-cha, West Coast Swing, East Coast swing, and the list went on. And he taught me as best he could, but most of the time we ended up laughing, falling over onto the couch after Aggro got in the way and one of us ended up tripping and pulling the other down.

I was better at it now. Three years tended to do that.

The first year we were together, we’d barely been dating for a month when this ball came around. I’d wanted to take him, but he had a security gig so I went by myself. Last year, our second year together, I’d been caught up in a case and had to miss it. This was our first time at this ball together.

“Yo! Stealth!” I heard one of my Freelancer coworkers call to me. I turned with a brow raised expectantly.

“‘Sup?” I asked.

“Since when are you so fancy on your feet?” she teased, leaning against her husband’s hold. Fire Elemental, by the feel of him.

I nodded to Milo. “Since this one taught me.”

She beamed at Milo. “Good job. Never thought Two-Left-Feet over there could ever be taught to dance.”

Milo chuckled. “Wasn’t smooth sailin’,” he said.

My coworker laughed. “Maybe. But you got there.” She waved at us. Her husband spun her under his arm and they both danced off in another direction.

Milo chuckled. “Friend-a yours?” he asked.

“Coworker. Her desk is only a few over from mine. She’s friendly. Unobtrusive. But quick as a whip and sharp as a tack. I think I’ve revenge-pranked her the least. Dunno that I’d call her a friend though. Maybe a work friend.”

Milo nodded. “I getcha.”

I let him spin me under his arm before he wrapped me back up in his hold. He and I were both aware that the way his arm was around my back was improper for actually leading a dance, and I was tempted to give him lip about it—to banter and tease—but I decided not to. I liked the way he held me as close as I could possibly be to him.

“So, despite the monkey suit, are you glad you came with me tonight?” I asked.

He gave me a small grin full of his usual feisty attitude. “Sure. We can put it that way.”

“What?” I asked with a slow smile spreading up my face.

He leaned closer to me so his lips could brush my ear. “Don’t look now, sweetheart, but I’ve counted at least six-a your coworkers watching us with that little green monster-a envy rearin’ it’s head.” He pulled back a little so he was back to where he’d been.

I put my tongue between my teeth as my grin widened—

And I cloaked.

Milo snickered and rolled his eyes, spinning me slowly under his arm by feel.

I took in the people milled about and on the dance floor.

He was right.

I decloaked as his arm circled my waist again. “Well, what can I say? I’m taken, and I have the best boyfriend in Dahlia.”

Milo apparently decided to damn decorum and gave me a kiss. Long and slow, but nowhere near long enough. When he pulled back, pupils dilated and lips parted, he gave me the lovey-dovey expression he usually reserved for when we were home alone. “Damn I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered quietly. “Always too sweet to me.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “I love you too, Milo.”

Needless to say, our fancy outfits barely lasted a second after the front door to our apartment shut behind us. Milo chuckled something about being glad that I’d taught him to phase through his clothes so well before I dragged him into our bedroom.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Milo #Redacted Sweetheart #Milo Greer #Sweetheart #Milo #me? projecting my taste in my husband's suits onto Sweetheart and Milo?#it's more likely than you think #Sweetheart's coworker and her husband are me and mine #the Freelancer and the Fire Elemental #'cause why not?#Starlit Fic

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 year

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messy comic--

still need a name for yellow shirt. she/they

#'oh yeah this will be a one off doodle of a puppet man no strings attached'#me:#anyways i love these characters and i want more scenes of them #azadah is going to an elemental college getting a degree in fire #her roommate/bestie is a freelance havker of some sort #krieg the puppet #whump #whump comic #nonhuman whumpee #tw swearing #i love my shaking whumpees all my whumpees shake #tw starvation

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canmom · 7 months

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Animation Night 173: Takashi Nakamura

Hi everyone! It's that time of the week again~

The day that puppets bite their gloves off.

Tonight on Animation Night we'll be taking a look at the works of Takashi Nakamura (中村たかし).

Nakamura is a director who flies under the radar a bit over here, but for those who know him, he's a unique director - one who we've actually encountered a couple of times before, actually! He directed one of my favourite shorts in Robot Carnival [Animation Night 158] Chicken Man and Red Neck, in which the machinery of a city comes alive to have a violently strange Bosch-like party led by a strange red-robed robot, witnessed only by one salaryman on a moped...

...and if you remember when we looked into the three adaptations of Project Itoh's novels [Animation Night 127], he co-directed Harmony with Michael Arias, a powerfully understated film about a high tech biopower future and people who reject its utopia through a suicide pact. We also saw him in the Japan Animator Expo, with the charming Bubu & Bubulina...

But let's give a fuller story...

As an animator, Nakamura entered the industry very young, signing on as a colourist and inbetweener at Tatsunoko in 1974 - at which point he was only 16, an aspiring mangaka newly arrived in Tokyo. Working in Tatsunoko's distinctive 'industry within an industry', he was introduced to Hirokazu Ishino's 'Anidō' association, in which he was introduced to not just many important animators but also had the chance to see animation from around the world, from Norm McLaren to Japanese independent animators like Kenzō Masaoka. The two films that got him most excited were Takahata's Horus, Prince of the Sun [AN41] and Disney's Fantasia [AN15], both of which contained incredible flexes of effects animation.

(Incidentally, it makes me happy that a lot of the films Watzky mentions showing at Anidō showed up on here! Following in the footsteps of giants and all that.)

Once Nakamura got the animation bug he put aside his manga aspirations and became a key animator, going freelance a couple years later. In 1979 he saw Galaxy Express 999, and got to witness the insane 'liquid fire' effects of Kanada, and he instantly became a devotee - soon enough getting a chance to work with Kanada directly.

And by the early 80s Nakamura was definitely making a name, already working in animation direction and solo-animating entire episodes of Gold Lightan for Tatsunoko. The next couple of years he'd end up working on Nausicaa, Macross DYRL and the with Rintaro [AN53, 134] on Genma Taisen. By now he was specialising hard in effects (not unlike Anno!), and his work had become terrifyingly elaborate, look at this building collapsing into every single element or the clothes coming to the life under the power of a psychic. His work also inspired another incredibly significant animator to enter the industry - Kōji Morimoto, future cofounder of Studio 4°C - and they ended up working together on Genma Taisen.

Meanwhile on Nausicaa, Morimoto handled some of its most memorable scenes like the opening sequence where Nausicaa is pursued by the giant Ohmu. Once again you see his fascination with effects and debris, like the shot where the Ohmu explodes out of the forest, sending stalks flying in every directions. In Macross DYRL he animated the scenes of the gravity flipping sideways and a street's worth of stuff tumbling down all at once, elaborating on a scene by Itano from the TV show.

In short, if there's lots of bits of stuff flying around in a mid-80s movie, there's a good chance that Nakamura was involved somehow.

Such a focus made him a perfect fit for the 'realist school' developing in the late 80s - whyat you might loosely call the Otomo circle. You see his work on both Manie-Manie/Neo Tokyo and Robot Carnival, and naturally enough he ended up part of the team for Akira. Given what he'd already accomplished, could he somehow step it up another notch? You bet.

Going by sakugabooru comments, Nakamura's role in Akira was mainly related to two things: explosions, and animation direction. Considering how iconic the explosions in Akira are, and how challenging it was to animate Otomo's very solid and 3D designs... the success of the film depended a lot on Nakamura's insane drawing skills. Further, he was a kind of 'teacher' to the rest of the staff, such as Morimoto. But this was apparently the 'limit' for Nakamura, and after Akira he turned from creating animation for others.

And this point marks a major stylistic turn in Nakamura's work. Starting with the World Masterpiece Theatre adaptation of Peter Pan, on which he worked as character designer, he adopted a highly stripped-down, simplified style. With all the Akira goodwill, he was able to pull in many of the new stars of the 'realist' school, from Okiura to Ohira. But his work became a lot less flashy, focusing more on a Disney-like approach where it's about creating a consistent sense of life rather than individual flashy sequences.

The Hakkenden [AN 122] was one of his first chances to experiment with the new style as a director, with Episode 4 really kicking off the series' trend of completely redesigning the characters according to the sensibilities of each director. He also worked on the kinda obscure but gorgeous realist-school film Junkers Come Here [AN 118] as his own film debut, Catnapped!, progressed.

So Catnapped! This is a weird movie. Many people see a Disney influence in its style, and it definitely broke the 90s trend with a younger target audience - but Disney could never make a movie filled with as much imaginative strange shit as this one. Watzky points out how much Otomo influence there is in the direction - dense environments and elaborate multiplane shots, in contrast to simple character designs which afford a lot of movement. These designs allow great animators like Okiura [AN139] (who animated most of the finale) to really go to town. There's a great para in Watzky's article on the different directions taken by the 'realist' animators.

Catnapped is a pretty short film at less that 80 minutes, a revel of visual imagination; Nakamura's next film A Tree of Palme is just as distinctive but in a different direction. It's another take on the Pinocchio story [c.f. AN138], but a very 'dark, metaphysical' one, with its biggest inspirations apparently being French - Moebius and René Laloux [AN71, 93], with Mutsuo Koseki coming up with art direction capable of comparing to Laloux. The three year megaproject pulled in animator legends from across the board - Inoue, Ohashi, Ando, Masuo, Matsutake, Umetsu! (Count how many directed part of Robot Carnival).

The character designs of Palme look simple in stills, but once you see them in motion, they're anything but - incredibly volumetric and full of life and movement.

In the 2000s and 2010s, Nakamura ended up working with Colorido and 4C a lot (naturally enough given the connection with Morimoto!), increasingly making effective use of CG in his projects. This led up to The Portrait Studio (写真館 Shashinkan) (c.f. AniObsessive) in 2015 - an almost solo short film, with Nakamura writing, storyboarding, designing characters and doing all the key animation, which is a kind of slice through Japanese history through the lens of a photographer who just wants to figure out a way to get his client to smile.

Much like Palme, The Portrait Studio combines simple character designs (in a stylised picture-book look) with very precise, realist animation on 2s and 1s to lend them a sense of density and 'existence'. Moreover, unlike most anime, it uses the raw pencils as finished lines instead of redrawing them clean on a computer. The style might call to mind Otomo's Cannon Fodder, and in fact the two films share a colour designer. 3D is integrated with an unusual degree of skill and subtlety. It makes for a fascinating combination, a very memorable and impactful film for all its apparent simplicity.

So, that's our focus for tonight! We'll be watching Catnapped!, A Tree of Palme and The Portrait Studio, and getting to find out what the deal is with Nakamura - one of the Very Important Guys in the history of anime, influential on so many of my faves... but all too often overlooked by people who aren't like, huge animation nerds.

If that sounds fun, come join me at twitch.tv/canmom - going live in just a minute! I've been wanting to do Nakamura for ages, and today I finally found energy for a writeup. See you there~

#animation night #takashi nakamura #catnapped #a tree of palme #anime

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desmorotu · 1 month

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more redacted headcanons!!!

some might be angsty? most of them?

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- i saw a hc where milo isn’t necessarily short, but the other guys are just unbelievably tall. in my head milo is 5’11, ash is 6’5, and david is 6’9. tank is the only one who looks deceiving bc they’re like 5’10 in my head but their wolf is as big as david’s. ppl from the outside make the joke that shaw security is secretly a tall person club

- guy was a music major before he switched to writing. i mentioned it in his playlist post but i get those vibes HARD. he also writes honey poetry because he knows they secretly like it

- i like the idea that darlin and angel came from a rough family upbringing because 1. it’s relatable to a lot of ppl and 2. it would explain why tank shoves themselves into harms way and why angel is so outgoing now. it shows different responses to trauma imo.

- babe sometimes has crippling panic attacks on the thought of angel being a latent empowered and leaving them alone as the unempowered person of the group, but in my mind babe is the latent one and they’re a fire elemental.

- sweetheart feels guilty sometimes for being empowered while the other mates aren’t. they know it has absolutely nothing to do with them and that they can’t do anything about it, but sometimes they feel a pang in their heart at the fact that the other two won’t feel their core swell and warm up when looking at their mates.

- starlight has night terrors about the time they fell down—both times. they also think about when avior fell and they can’t help but intrusively picture what he looked like when he finally landed. it makes them physically ill. avior has to be extra careful when talking back about their experiences sometimes.

- lovely is still goes to therapy every week to work through the trauma of adam, dying, and now they’ve added the summit on top of that. they’re withering away into a husk of themselves. they’re so exhausted with dealing with all of this pressure, but they’d do anything for vincent (and i think that’s going to be their downfall).

- gavin has been brought to tears on multiple occasions at the thought that freelancer loves him for him and not just because he’s an incubus. he’s had to muffle his sobs because he genuinely does not know how he deserved someone so loving. he hasn’t brought it up to them yet.

- i think that freelancer is on the ace spectrum (greysexual maybe?) and that gavin was the only person they’ve ever really had sex with, or wanted to have sex with. they trusted him enough to “show them the ropes” and he built their confidence to where it is now. gavin helped build their relationship with sex and while they’re still on the spectrum, they’re more positive about it and they enjoy that kind of intimacy with him.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

that’s all that i can squeeze out of my brain rn >:( i haven’t been on tumblr that much and UGH it’s just bc my real life is more interesting than my redacted life (which is a very good thing, but still it makes me sad) and i have no motivation to post 💔 but here are some hcs that have been on my mind lately :3 i hope they make sense

k byeee 💟

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elisacaleisa · 1 month

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I wrote this in my discord server and then posted on twitter. Time to annoy here as well, HEEHOO!

Jax's Personality Swap AU!

DAMN PIPELINE: Kody > Huxley > Gavin > Damien > Lasko > Kody

NOTE: Since this is a personality swap, these characters are gonna be out of character, but Huxley will still remained as a supporting character, while Kody is still not (only personality change, not roles)! Typing this just to avoid confusion!

Damien > Lasko:

Tired Air Elemental:

- he is tired

- looks older than he actually is, its the wrinkles and white hair

- bro doesnt sleep

- not really mean, he just sounds really monotone and had the same expression

- "you all are idiots, why do i hang out with you"

- "you have 99/100. you can do it next time"

- he has trust issues and has hard time opening up

- he means well when you get to know him

- "i try to push you to your limits, because i believe you can surpass them... i'm sorry, i didnt mean to break your boundaries"

- still a dnd nerd but more of a dungeon master with ton of research for his homebrew campaign

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Gavin > Damien:

Daring Fire Elemental:

- more of a risk taker in a rebellious bad boy way? Outside of the academy

- night walks

- "are you lost, precious?"

- smiles all the time in a warm way

- "well, look at you, what a snack. are you cold? i can warm you up."

- very smart but doubts himself

- awkward with physical contact

- tries to be seen as overly attractive and an attention seeker to hide his emotional vulnerability

- he and his mom kinda argue so he left,,, whoops

- "arent you a doll, freelancer. heh... alright, we will hug. maybe even kiss?"

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Kody > Huxley:

Distant Earth Elemental:

- is not very friendly in the beginning

- trust issues! My favorite /j

- he can be a meanie :(

- "why do we keep bumping into each other?"

- freelancer does not give up

- "i can take care of myself, i am not that stupid" he sounded hurt...

- he misses his moms,,,

- he wants to fit in, but since people think he is stupid because he is an earth elemental, he decided to do the opposite and be alone by himself

- the only friend he had was Lasko but they fought they last time they saw each other

- "you actually like me, didnt you? what am i doing, why do i wanna hurt you so bad? im supposed to be your friend" - spinel from steven universe the movie

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Huxley > Gavin:

Oblivious Incubus:

- he is so lonely

- his only friend was Caelum, who is kinda a spoiled brat but nice only to Gav (slowly to FL)

- FL comes up

- "youre so pretty..."

- shit he said that out loud

- PANIC

- "ISAIDWELCOMEMYNAMEISGAVIN-"

- very friendly

- poor orientation skills. he has to walk with freelancer to get them to the academy

- loves physical touch

- gives fl a keychain for free!

- the keychain says big gulp. FL giggles

- "huh? Whats so funny?" ... "oh... Ohhh haha! Haha, i didnt even realize! Youre so smart"

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Lasko > Kody

Bashful Water Elemental:

- he is so innocent!

- he is trying to be helpful

- "a-are you okay?"

- freelancer says its okay

- "i struggle with my powers, i-im so sorry"

- kody is following them.... ok?

- kody, personal space pls

- he is trying to also help freelancer, since he knows the struggle of being useless

- kody is being very pushy...

- "well, in this book, it says that we should bridge if we want to maximize our potential in our elemental. w-what do you say?"

- kody is a creep again GOD DAMMIT!

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted verse #personality swap au #personality swap #redacted damn #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted damien #redacted gavin #redacted kody #jax's personality swap au

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evsstolenhearts · 7 months

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Imagine going bowling and you see your over achiever fire elemental classmate hard core simping for a jacked oblivious earth elemental while your counsler dies inside as a incubus flirts with him and your freelance gets continuous strikes.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted d.a.m.n #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer

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autisticempathydaemon · 4 months

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not a day goes by (that I'm not into you)

Snapshots of a day in DAMNily apartment, inspired by @angelnoodlesoup's Timestamp series.

Tags: Freelancer/Gavin/Lasko/Damien/Huxley aka the Polycule, mild cursing and suggestive language, spoilers for Squid Game: The Challenge and Saltburn

Thank you to @bratty-telepath for letting me borrow Professor Banerjee~ ❣️

Also available on AO3

12:00 AM

Fitting five people in a bed, even a California King, is just as difficult and sweaty as one could expect.

Huxley is hanging half off the damn thing- poor dude needs a third of the bed himself, not a fifth- but he loves being on the outside closest to the door.

Damien, surprisingly and much to Gavin’s delight, curls into Huxley’s side with his hands folded and tucked between them like a cuddly, loafing house cat. This would be much cuter if this didn’t tangle his legs and feet with Lasko’s.

The air elemental, unsurprisingly, tosses and turns like the troubled heroine of a Victorian romance novel. Never able to stop fidgeting, Lasko’s place in the middle of the sleeping lineup was a conscious decision so the men on either side of him could throw a limb over him and hold on if need be.

Gavin, on his other side, never seems to mind the task of wrapping himself around Lasko. The incubus tends to sleep on his stomach, the toned skin of his back and legs tantalizingly, shamelessly uncovered, and is always curling an arm and tail around the air elemental to keep him in place.

Freelancer, first to wake and last to rest, sleeps like the dead with a haphazard foot hanging off the bed and a hand loosely but sweetly held in Gavin’s.

The arrangement is sweaty and cramped and not super comfortable. Freelancer has fallen off the bed more than once, often taking Gavin down with them in the process. Huxley upsets the balance of the slumber ecosystem every time his hydrated self gets up to pee. Lasko sometimes has to army crawl backwards off the bed out of fear of waking up the couples on either side of him, and Damien fights Gavin for blankets at least once a week.

They’ve never slept better.

2:08 AM

“Are you awake, Deviant?” Gavin whispers, cuddling his Freelancer and molding himself to the curve of their back. With his nose nestled in the crook of their neck, he can smell their sweet, coconut body wash and taste the rich, dulce de leche flavor of their arousal.

“Nope,” they whine, burying their face in the pillow while reaching back to sleepily tug at his hair. “Deviant can’t come to the phone right now; leave a message.” Gavin hums at the gorgeous sensation of their nails against his scalp and presses open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin below their ear.

“I wanted to see-” the incubus murmurs, grazing his teeth against their earlobe and grinning at the shiver that runs down his love’s back. “-if our resident voyeur might like to wake up and watch the show.” This makes the sleep-bedraggled Freelancer perk to attention, finally hearing the barely-there sighs and gasps from Gavin’s other side. Lasko, who’d woken the incubus with his stirring after a very good dream, bites back another hushed sound as Gavin’s mischievous tail makes his dream a reality.

“Looks like you’re intent on playing truant. Don’t worry, I’ll take notes of what you missed,” he muses, lowering his voice just enough so Freelancer may note the quiet sound of Lasko’s thin sleep shirt sliding up against his skin.

“Anything you’d like to add, Professor?” The air elemental whines soft and sweet as more pesky clothing gets pushed to the side, and Freelancer starts to turn toward their boys when Damien groans into his pillow.

“I have something to add,” the fire elemental says with a muffled growl, causing Lasko to shrink back from the heat with a startled yelp. “Go the fuck back to sleep, or take it to the couch.” The trio chime in with assorted apologies, and Damien huffs indignantly before turning his back on them.

Blissfully, ignorantly, Huxley snores away.

6:22 AM

“Mornin, Lasko. Breakfast and coffee are ready when you are,” Huxley says to the air elemental’s reflection when he turns off his powers with a snap and meets his eyes in the mirror. “You’re looking cute today.”

“You scared the sh- crap out of me!” Lasko replies with a start. “I didn’t know anyone else was awake- you were still in bed when I got up. Did- did I wake you?” Huxley smiles, beguiled, and kisses the top of dripping wet hair.

“I wanted to wake up early anyway, squeeze in a morning run while the weather is nice.” The taller man rests his chin atop the shorter’s head, and Lasko laughs from the ticklish sensation. “Figured I’d handle two birds with one stone and make sure you actually remember to eat before you head out today,” he admonishes gently with a wide grin and a warm hand on Lasko’s ribs pulling him closer to his chest.

“You didn’t- you didn’t have to do that; I can take care of myself!” Lasko protests, tilting his head up and back to properly look him in the eyes with a plaintive, apologetic expression. The teacher- flustered, unkempt, fresh out the morning shower, and plagued with morning breath- is too cute to resist, and Huxley is helpless but to lean down and give him a proper good morning kiss.

“Yeah, but it’s more fun when I do it.” A smile, a kiss on the temple, a gentle hand correcting the air elemental’s glasses, and Huxley leaves the bathroom so Lasko can continue his routine undisturbed. “Get dressed, finish drying your hair, and the coffee will be ready by the time you’re done. I’m putting a double shot in your tumbler since you have office hours today.”

“I love you, Hux,” Lasko calls out softly, adoringly, with weak knees, and Huxley hits him with a wink and another megawatt grin over the shoulder as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Love you too, dude!”

8:02 AM

“Have you seen my Triage Healing book? I just saw it on Sunday, and it’s got my notes in it.”

“It’s under the- Sunday, Freelancer? You haven’t touched your book and homework in four days?”

“He means that it’s under the bed where Gav hid it,” Huxley hollers, watching in amusement from the dining room as his loves scramble about the apartment.

“Why would you do that?!” Freelancer yells, sprinting to dive amongst the dust bunnies under their bed, eventually letting out a muffled ‘aha!’

“You were ignoring me,” Gavin yells back from the kitchen, comfortably seated on the counter and drinking his latte with a lazy grin. Freelancer comes out the hallway with an accusatory scowl and their fire elemental boyfriend hot on their heels, nitpicking lint and dust out of their hair. “I wanted attention.”

“We wanted you to rest,” Damien says, patting down Freelancer’s back with brisk, aggressive affection. “You were about to start drooling onto the Coding graph, and then you wouldn’t have learned shit.”

“You’re one to talk! You were talking about warding supports in your sleep! Again!” Freelancer snarks, batting away Damien’s busybody hands with sharp elbows and playful smacks.

“They’re right,” Huxley chimes in with an affectionate, indulgent grin. “You were mumbling about ward geometry again.”

“Whose side are you on, Hux!” Damien says with a huff, shoving an apple into Freelancer’s hands and another into his jacket pocket. Gavin passes them prepped, color coded travel mugs: red with sugar-loaded black coffee for Damien and silver with coconut milk caramel latte for Freelancer. The earth elemental watches this familiar exchange for the millionth time before pointing at the wall clock hanging behind him.

“Whatever side gets you guys to class on time.” Freelancer and Damien’s eyes widen into matching, comical expressions of alarm, and they fling themselves out the door in a flurry of kisses, papers, and tangled shoelaces. Huxley laughs with the steady calm of a working adult with a hybrid schedule before turning to Gavin. “Don’t you have to leave too? You’re in the same class as Freelancer.” The incubus smiles with the smugness of a creature built of pure magic and rifts with a blown kiss and a snap of his manicured fingers.

11:24 AM

“-and then this infant of a water elemental tries to put out the fire- xi barely manages a puddle- and the earth elemental next to xim is freaking out. He’s pacing back and forth, trying to suffocate the fire with dirt- everyone is scared and dirty-“ Damien whirls sharply, knife pointed safely but threateningly at the floor, and Lasko nods placidly, carefully grating cheese with a stern focus. “Everyone is scared and dirty and hot, and Professor Banerjee is laughing. Meanwhile, I’m trying to coral the students away from the fire like they’re rabid toddlers, and do you know where the other TA was, the contra-fire elemental we were scheduled to have today?”

“Not where he was supposed to be?” Lasko responds sheepishly, passing the cutting board to Damien who grabs it with a brisk but not unkind manner and nary a glance.

“A fucking no show,” the fire elemental rages with a growl, brusquely shoving cheese on top of the bread and laying hands on it until the cheese bubbles and browns, a cookbook-perfect picture of French onion soup. He grabs the bowls with swift, bare hands and storms towards the couch, and Lasko follows right behind with spoons and napkins. The air elemental puts them down on the table next to the soup and is about to ask if he should get them water when a strong, warm arm pulls him down onto the couch.

“Tell me about your morning,” Damien mumbles, head on Lasko’s lap and face pressed petulantly against his stomach.

“I, I can do that, sure, Damien, but don’t, don’t you think you might want to sit up? Our food might- um, might get cold?” A single eye squints up at him in narrowed, judging contemplation, watching as Lasko giggles at the flash of warm palms slipping under his shirt against his back. “You’re right, silly question. Umm, want to hear about the Advanced Telepathy TA that’s having a worse day than you?” Damien hums his assent, a soft vibration he can feel through his shirt, and Lasko barely resists the urge to audibly compare it to the purring of a grumpy cat. The fire elemental imperceptibly leans into the hands carding through his hair, and the air elemental snaps a quick picture to show their partners later before starting to ramble.

1:36 PM

“Wait, what do you mean they’re taking the pandas back?” Caelum asks with wide eyes and abject horror.

“So all the pandas in the world are on loan from the Chinese government…” Freelancer trails off, carefully and slowly pouring hot soup into ramekins while their empathy daemon friend sits on the counter and whines. “…and they are going to be taking them back next year.”

“They can do that?” he asks, aghast with jaw dropped, and Gavin gives him a conciliatory pat on the shoulder. “How are we going to get to see the pandas? I’m not going to be able to visit my friends?”

“That’s why I was saying we should go to the zoo together next month, make a day out of it, before they go.” Freelancer pops the garnished soup under the broiler and joins Gavin, patting their friend on the head and ruffling his hair.

“Don’t forget that you and I can just riff to China to see them. Like, whenever we want.” The young empathy daemon’s face brightens with joy at the reminder, literal magic sparkling in his eyes, and he’s listing off all the amazing things he wants to see in Asia and relay to his charge when Huxley stops at home.

“Hey, dudes, fancy seeing you here,” the earth elemental says with a smile, pressing quick kisses to both of their cheeks. Behind him, Caelum is still ticking sights off his fingers: the Great Wall, the terracotta soldiers, the Forbidden City, which Freelancer is honestly surprised the childish daemon had heard of. “Who’s the third bowl for?” he asks, nodding at the trio’s lunch on the counter. Caelum’s eyes widen comically, finding Gavin’s over Huxley’s shoulders, and Freelancer scrambles mentally to cover.

“The stray dog outside,” Freelancer blurts out with their best poker face on. “That sweet, friendly one that just had pups? She came up to us when we came home and looked hungry, so we thought we’d share our lunch with her.”

“Awww, that’s so nice of you guys,” Huxley gushes with a warm, loving expression that only slightly digs at Gavin and Freelancer’s hearts over their fib. “Can you pour some out for me too? I’ll be right back.”

“Of course, Hux,” Gavin says, repressing a devilish grin that he only reveals when Huxley turns and heads towards the bathroom. “A sweet, stray dog with puppies, Deviant? You’re going to hell.”

“There’s a seat down there with my name on it, and it’s right next to yours.”

4:02 PM

“Do you think the pandas get lonely?” Gavin hums thoughtfully, papers magically shuffling and righting themselves midair before being placed in neat stacks on the bookshelf.

“I don’t think so. That’s partially why they always come in twos, not to mention pandas have all those hundreds of people who come to see and visit them every day,” the older demon says with a smile, assuaging the younger daemon’s worries. He must succeed when Caelum hums a cheerier tune, floating about the room and pausing every so often to drink water despite not needing to- a habit he picked up from watching Freelancer.

“Do you think the pandas would like it if I went into their enclosure?” he asks brightly. Gavin mentally blue-screens as he tries to formulate the best answer. Animals could historically react to the presence of daemons on a spectrum from cuddles to attempted murder. Though Caelum would escape from that physically unscathed, Gavin struggles to consider the emotional ramifications of his younger brother trying to hug a panda and the bear trying to eat his face. He’s still stuck on remembering the average temperament of a panda when Freelancer and Damien come home in a flurry of affectionately raised voices.

“He loved him,” the freelancer insists with a cheesy grin that the fire elemental responds to with a scoff and an eye roll.

“Oliver loved him as much as a leech loves its host, as the tapeworm loves the person whose stomach they inhabit. He basically says so at the end!” Freelancer dumps their backpack on the couch with a shake of their head as they kiss Gavin’s cheek and make their way to the kitchen, and Damien instinctively picks it up and follows, putting their bags at the dining table.

“I know what he said, Damien. I’m talking about what he didn’t say, his actions, his subtext,” Freelancer says, gesturing emphatically with their water bottle, spilling the contents, and magicking the puddle down the sink drain.

“His actions were murder, Freelancer!” Damien yells with a laugh, throwing his hands in the air in familiar, practiced exasperation. “His actions were spree murder.”

“He only killed two people in a short period of time; that’s not spree killing. Do your research.” Still laughing, Damien rushes forward to shut their Freelancer up with a kiss. Caelum giggles fondly, bashfully at the scene, before rifting away with a grin, nod, and a bubbly thumbs up. Gavin considers worrying for a second whether the young daemon would find out how aggressive pandas are tonight before deciding that the protostar would be fine and relish the adventure.

“What are you two lunatics arguing about today?” he asks, sidling up behind the pair and angling for a “hello” kiss.

6:25 PM

“I’m home!” Huxley calls, juggling the pizza boxes and gym bag as he struggles to toe off his shoes. “Babes?” No footsteps stomp in response, no upturned kisses or enthusiastic greetings await him, only muffled chatter from the kitchen. With only a slight pout, the earth elemental follows the voices of his loves.

“This scene exists, and people are busy talking about the bathtub?” Gavin’s familiar, smooth timbre says with a laugh, and Freelancer can be heard joining in with the mirth along with Damien’s more restrained chuckle. “Barry Keoghan, you little freak,” the incubus says, impressed and fascinated.

“Who’s a freak?” Huxley asks curiously, popping in and putting the boxes in the kitchen table behind an open laptop Damien and Freelancer suspiciously move to close and angle away from him.

“It’s a horror movie,” Damien says quickly at the look of concern and confusion that flashes through his face.

“I legitimately don’t think you’d have the stomach for it,” Freelancer agrees, wincing sympathetically at the memory of their The Thing movie night. None of them would ever be able to forget the sickly, impossible shade of green he had turned at the combination of tension and gore.

“Now hold on a minute,” Gavin interjects giddily with a shit-eating grin. “I think the big guy, out of all of us, would benefit from a watch. After all, you’re the hole-digging expert, right, Hux?” Damien is giving Gavin’s shoulder a scolding swat and Huxley is watching them with a quizzical smile when Lasko scrambles in, a flurry of mussed hair and apologies.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m late,” the air elemental says, flustered and ironically out of breath. “Am I late? Is dinner super cold? I meant to text, I swear

I did, but my phone died, and my crappy, generic Amazon wire stopped working. What did I miss?”

“No clue,” Huxley offers cheerfully, giving Lasko a sweet kiss on the temple.

“Grave fucking!” Gavin says gleefully, without abandon. Lasko’s face predictably flushes, confused and abashed, and Huxley’s twists into an expression of such utter, pure bewilderment that their partners cannot help but laugh.

8:43 PM

“I feel like I’m a Capitol citizen watching The Hunger Games,” Damien says with a grumble.

“It is weirdly dystopian,” Freelancer agrees, their head on his lap. “The ink packs exploding mimicking them being shot is cool but also sort of fucking insane.”

“Everyone falling over and pretending to die when they’re eliminated is so funny, but I kind of feel weird for laughing,” Huxley mumbles, nails tapping a distracted rhythm against Gavin’s horns.

“Sooooo weird,” the incubus agrees, lying across their huge sectional so his calves intertwine with Freelancer’s as they lay across their boyfriend’s laps. “Why are so many of them stopping with their hands in their pockets like that? It looks like that’d be bad for their balance.” Lasko, who had been knitting absentmindedly between Damien and Huxley, has trailed off, clicks away at the familiar pattern as he frowns at the tv.

“I actually read somewhere that they’re doing that because it was, like, forty degrees on set, and they’re trying to keep their hands warm.” Damien starts to heat up, his face curling in outrage and disgust, and Lasko and Freelancer reach out to pat him with placating hands.

“We really have to find another show to watch now that we finished Cutthroat Kitchen. I’m pretty sure our couch won’t survive otherwise,” Huxley says with a grin, leaning into Damien’s eyeline to flash those dimples he knows the fire elemental loves so much. Predictably, his face softens like butter, chilling from inferno to simmering displeasure as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“The Great British Bake Off will be back soon, don’t you worry, Wildfire.” Gavin playfully nudges Dames’s pouting cheeks with his foot until he gives in, laughing and batting the offending appendage away.

“That’ll be its own whole can of worms,” Lasko says, arms raised high, trying to knit over the incubus’s leg. “Remember BinGate?”

“Don’t remind him of BinGate. We only mention that when we don’t want to rack up the heating bill,” Freelancer jokes, cut off when Damien drops a pillow on their face.

10:21 PM

“Hux, I love you, big guy, I really do, but if you don’t move those burly, scratchable shoulders aside, I will spit on your ass. Not in the sexy way, I might add.” Huxley chokes out a laugh, a silly guffaw muffled by toothpaste foam, and he scooches left to give Gavin room at the sink. The earth elemental bumps in Damien who protests as testily as he can with a mouth full of mouthwash, and Huxley hums a sweet, nonverbal hum for an apology. The incubus bends over, spitting into the sink, and the look of him in the mirror when he rights himself is so domestic, his hair wet and rumpled, his body sheathed in Huxley’s too big t-shirt. Gavin, as loathe as Damien can be to admit, downright adorable, and he cannot resist reaching out and thumbing away a speck of white away from his boyfriend’s lips. That mouth grins rakishly in response, his tongue playfully flicking to lick the foam off Damien’s finger, and the fire elemental grunts in fury before spitting out the mouthwash.

“That’s not good for you, Gav! Spit it out!”

“I’m more fond of swallowing, I’m afraid,” Gavin says with a chuckle, wiping at his mouth with the hem of his shirt and coincidentally revealing the soft, touchable flesh of his tanned stomach.

“Yeah, we know!” Freelancer calls from the shower, their voice and Lasko’s ensuing laughter bouncing off the tiles.

“We sort of gathered that-” the air elemental adds. “-not that we’re not fond of it, of course.”

“Yeah, don’t let Damien get you down. He’s just jealous of your swallowing skills.”

“Come say that to my face, Freelancer!” the fire elemental shouts, and Huxley laughs again, the task of teeth brushing forgotten.

“Damn, Dames, if you wanted to see them naked, you could just ask,” he teases, laughing louder and clutching his stomach as Damien looks up at him with shocked betrayal.

“Et tu, brute?” he asks in an accusing whisper, his scowl breaking into a smile as he pushes the earth elemental towards the sink. “You assholes forget I know where you all sleep.”

11:02 PM

“One more paper.”

“You said that four papers ago. Hand ‘em over, Moore.”

“What if I really mean it this time?”

“What if I smother you with a pillow to get you to sleep?” Lasko gasps, looking up at Damien with a wounded look in his eye even as he obediently passes his papers and pens to the testy fire elemental. “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Huxley coos, leaning over Damien to press a kiss to Lasko’s temple. “I wouldn’t let him kill you.”

“My hero,” the air elemental jokes weakly, sleepily, taking off his glasses to rub at drooping eyes. Gavin takes them with his tail and puts them in their designated place on the nightstand before climbing into bed on Lasko’s other side. Freelancer neglects to follow, sitting at the foot of the bed and pouring over their own assignments.

“Why don’t you threaten them? Freelancer’s doing work too!” With a snap of the fingers, Damien sets the edge of their textbook alight, the paper just catching when Freelancer douses it with a pout.

“You’re a bastard,” they say accusingly, passing their things to Gavin who tucks the contraband safely beneath the bed.

“A bastard who loves you and wants you to fucking rest,” Damien agrees, throwing their designated pillow at their face and smiling approvingly when they catch it with Psychokinetic ease.

12:00 AM

“Are you okay, Gavin?” Without his glasses, he can see hardly anything in the shadows of the moonlit room but Lasko Moore could pick Gavin’s profile out of hundreds in a second. The silhouette turns to look down at him, and Lasko reaches up to clumsily pet the incubus’s cheek. He hums softly, fingers smoothing along soft skin and cheekbones, and Gavin leans into the touch, his cheek nestling affectionately into Lasko’s palm.

“I’m okay, baby,” he whispers, stroking the air elemental’s hair until he settles back into the pillows. “Go back to sleep. I won’t be far behind you.” He mumbles something vaguely in the affirmative, more unconscious than not, and Gavin gazes down at the face of the sleeping man next to him. Not quite under the heavy influence of deep sleep, Lasko’s face is blissfully unburdened and slack with slumber. His freshly washed and dried hair acts like a fluffy halo, framing his face in a way Lasko will hate come morning but Gavin adores now. Behind him, Damien and Huxley are similarly relaxed and beautiful in their vulnerability. The earth elemental’s mouth is curled into a half-smile even as he sleeps, and Damien’s mouth is slack and wide open, drool trailing down his cheek as he snores. The incubus is biting back a laugh and wishing he could take a picture when a warm, soft hand wraps around his.

“Who’s the voyeur now?” his Freelancer whispers playfully. Gavin smiles at them without a word, and his human gently tugs until he lays back down beside them. Then they wrap their arm around his torso, their leg tossed over his and their head nestled beneath his chin. “Go to sleep. You can be a Peeping Tom tomorrow.”

“Promise?” he asks, mumbling into their hair and breathing deeply in that irreplaceable scent of humanity and love and home. Gavin’s arms tighten around their shoulders as if trying to intertwine their auras with sheer force, and Freelancer presses a kiss to his chest, right over his full, thudding heart.

“Promise. Now sleep; if we wake Damien up two nights in a row, he’ll burn our coffee.”

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #redacted fanfiction #busybee writes #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted Damien #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted damn polycule #redacted caelum

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free-boundsoul · 3 months

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The DAMN crew studying together with Damien showing them how he makes absolutely flawless notes

Damien: Okay, now make sure you highlight the important things

Freelancer looks at the collection of different colored highlighters before they grinned. They picked up a yellow one and swiped it over the back of Lasko's hand before snagging a green one and doing the same to Huxley.

Damien: What the fuck are you- hey!

The Freelancer grinned as the fire elemental glared down at the streak of red on his arm. They grabbed a pink one before making a little heart on Gavin's cheek

Freelancer: You said to highlight the important things, so I did

#redacted asmr #redacted audio

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gaywizardemporium · 4 months

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In the Wishverse, the Wishborn setting, wizard magic is categorized by function. There are eight major magical taxa represented by eight major Guilds:

Elementalism: the art of controlling nature itself - air, fire, water, wood, earth, and metal. The Association of Elementalists is really a dozen smaller Guilds in a united front.

Summoning: the art of beckoning spirits to your aid. The Coalition for the Summoning of Otherworldly Entities is similar several schools of magic working together.

Bardic casting: Expressive folk magic unified under the umbrella of Bardic working. The Society for Creative Spellcasting and Magical Self-Expression welcomes anyone whose magical expression is through a creative art.

Artificing: the art of physical spellcraft. The Guild of Artificers and Mystic Weavers makes magical items or embeds magic in physical things.

Necromancy: the art of speaking with the dead and mastery over memory. The Somber Order of Speakers with the Dead are all priests of Finality, the God of Death, and serve them personally.

Illusionism: crafters of beguilement and other spells that baffle the senses. One of the youngest major taxa, has a sudden swell of membership in The Sworn Kinship of the Beguiling Arts when there was a boom of children with an illusory affinity fifty years ago.

Potioning: the smallest of the major Guilds, but a major Guild no less. Potioning is a complex and difficult art, mastered only by the dedicated - but there are quite a few dedicated, as the membership of the Union of Arcane Chemists and Apothecaries attests.

Foresight: Future sight, clairvoyancy, prophesy and other oracular powers , the Seers membership only outranks the Potioners by the slimmest of margins. The Oracular Union of Foreseers and Clairvoyants supports anyone whose vision looks forward in time as well as ahead.

There are forty-eight recognized minor taxa, and countless others unrecognized by the Taxonomic Order. Wizards with uncategorized magic join the Freelancers Guild, if Guild life is for them, or must demonstrate a skill in one of the other taxa, so the wizard may serve them instead.

The Freelancers Guild has the membership to be counted as a major Guild, but has been barred from official entry on account of a philosophical disagreement among the highest wizard council: If the Taxonomic Order permits uncategorized magic, it would then no longer be taxonomic. But, is not the act of categorizing the uncategorized in and of itself taxonomic?

The subject is reopened for debate on the New Year and has since become a part of the festivities for the last fifteen years.

#wishborn #the wishverse #Magic #original setting #original fiction #Wizard #wizard lore #My wizard lore #magic system #The Taxonomic Order of Wizardry #spellcasting #original writing #queer fantasy #queer fiction #nice dichotomy idiot #What lies outside it?#It's a queer fantasy so you can imagine why there's so much importance placed on fitting neatly into categories right #Right?

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biteforblood · 7 months

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[ GROCERIES #1 ] the damn crew.

✶ notes : gn!reader, silly chaotic fluff, stupid long hcs, 0.6k

damien is prepared. he has a budget and full, detailed list of which he is determined to stick to and complete and will not get distracted from. he knows what aisles to go down for each item. he’s quick, efficient, bit peeved cause…people, especially when they’re in his way. which they are. a lot

huxley is hopping between the group ; he wanders aimlessly through the store with freelancer, helps lasko find and pick out specific brands of things he needs, messes around and causes a respectful ruckus with gavin, pushes the grocery cart around for damien

you cannot tell me gavin isn’t either a) hiding in places he shouldn’t be like in clothing racks or behind displays or b) sitting down somewhere he also shouldn’t be on like pallets or in the shelves ( y’know, like the water and paper towel…shelves? )

like damien, lasko has a list, but unlike the fire elemental, he doesn’t stick to it as firmly. he really does try to, and for the majority if not the entirety of it, he does! lasko also just…kind of…grabs other things as well that aren’t on his list. that, or is convinced by a certain incubus or freelancer to…it’s sooo fiiine

freelancer is one of two ways when shopping : the tired “parent” trying and failing to keep all their kids and boyfriend wrangled in, or one of the kids being unsuccessfully wrangled in. really depends on their mood. that, and who they’re shopping with or lack thereof

the group is forbidden from the snack aisle — at least until the very end — because it’s the one they splurge on the most. everyone’s getting something, if not multiple things, and it’s just the unhealthiest amount of chips and sugar that half of will likely be gone by the end of the night

when freelancer isn’t shopping or being carried by gavin or huxley, they’re being rolled around in the cart like the passenger princess ( gender neutral ) they are

gavin is just…picking up things from shelves and displays that he doesn’t need nor want, then putting it back where it doesn’t belong

and, yes, this irks the hell out of damien ( and as someone who has worked retail, i’m going to strangle you gavin, i swear— )

you remember when you were little and you’d go grocery shopping with your parents or friends, and you had to go to the bathroom really bad so everyone goes together, then when you came back out of the bathroom, everyone just magically disappeared?

yeah, that happens every single time they all go shopping together. without fail. and the person who is left behind changes each time, it’s never consistent, only the ( accidental ) abandonment is

as said at the beginning, huxley pushes around the cart. not solely for damien, but in general. or, if they choose a basket instead, he’s carrying that, or, hell, he’ll just carry whatever it is they’re grabbing in his arms, cart or basket be damned cause who needs one, he’s got this!

similarly…ish, when they’ve gotten all that they do and don’t need and checked out, cart or basket if they used one has been returned, the boys — sometime freelancer, when they aren’t being ref — will make a competition out of seeing who can carry the most bags to the car without dropping or breaking anything

and you’re probably thinking huxley wins every time, and he certainly has! but you cannot tell me that freelancer hasn’t wiped the floor with all of them as well

is it because the boys let them win? maybe. doesn’t make it any less funny a thought or any less sweet a victory that they gleefully rub in each of their faces

#[ ✶ . blood loss ]#[ ✶ . time with a friend ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted damien #redacted gavin #redacted huxley #redacted lasko #redacted freelancer #redacted damn crew

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starlitangels · 7 months

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Saw a screenshot of a Tweet that was like “Tweet like the MCU is real and you live in it.”

So obviously:

Reblog this with a post like the Redactedverse is real and you live in it

I’ll go first

“Best part about being a Dreamwalker is putting my Freelancer sister to sleep when she’s being insufferable. Best part of having a Fire Elemental husband is not needing to turn the heater on in the winter”

#keep it covert #redacted asmr #redacted audio

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eleemosynecdoche · 2 months

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How could OilFire exist in Glorantha? Even if it completely shouldn't.

There are shamans in Glorantha, and shrine maidens/miko are understood in scholarship to be similar in terms of religious practices to shamans in other cultures. There are also people who are descended from supernatural beings, and at least two characters have multiple moms. So that's Sanae.

There are of course foxgirls in Glorantha, ones known for mischief and illusions. There are even, extending out what we know about certain cultures, highly "modern" supernatural environments where someone could be a gig/freelance worker. So we've got a Tsukasa.

Megumu is somewhat difficult, because Glorantha handles these kinds of liminal figures very differently. But the dynamic of birdgirl ordering foxgirl around and foxgirl escaping into the arms of a spiritist is at least vaguely in line with certain metamythic tendencies, and you could even fit Chimara and Momoyo into that without too much trouble.

There's one final element needed for Oil Fire: the beautifully healing cringe sex. And Glorantha is so full of healing cringe. Cities named after correction fluid marks by mistake, or the phrases "not yet" and "done. stop." Eat at Geo's. Bob's Bison Burgers.

In this way, Oil Fire is essentially Gloranthan in its basic features. Sanae can pipe that tube fox across realities!

If you would like any more elaboration, just ask.

#glorantha #oil fire #touhou #sanakasa

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dontbooatme · 1 year

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DP x BNHA

I know I've only ever made posts about Danny spontaneously being shoved into the bnha universe. But what if Aizawa gets chucked into Amity Park? (Gotta be Aizawa. Or at least Aizawa in focus. He's.. kinda the reason I got into bnha in the first place. I love that man)

Just imagine how Aizawa Shouta would deal with that? With a quirk like Erasure.

And he shows up in this world where having powers isn't normal. But there IS a whole entourage of villains who have abilities anyway. Except Erasure doesn't work on them. Unbeknownst to him, because they don't have physical bodies. And isn't that tidbit of information news to him. He was operating on the fatal assumption "ghost" wasn't literal. Themed gang, maybe. Localized slang term for quirk users, at least. He figures it out eventually. Why his quirk hasn't been working on anyone in this world.

Except this one kid.

An entire world mostly devoid of quirks. Save for the "ghosts." Except this one kid. Supposedly a ghost too. But the only one his quirk actually works on. The first time he uses it, Danny just barely makes it out of sight as Fenton before Aizawa can catch up to where he'd downed Phantom. They had a very uncomfortable stare down nonetheless before Danny beat a hasty retreat after pointing the man in the wrong direction. The fact that Fenton and Phantom look so different definitely helps Danny here in the few moments Danny had out of Aizawa's line of sight.

And maybe it works on a corrupt billionaire too. If we involve him. Probably will. But that comes later.

I'm just imagining Aizawa showing up in Amity Park, taking one look at this dumpster fire that's protected solely by an overworked and undertrained vigilante teenager and deciding, fine, different world different rules, two can play that vigilante game.

And then there's just a whole new kind of rivalry between a disapproving dadzawa trying to stop this vigilante kid from getting involved and a VERY irked Danny who's extremely distrusting of any new ghost hunters entering his terf and he decides: fine, two can play the sabotage game.

Aizawa ends up very much haunted by an angry, invisible 14 year old who keeps trying to steal his scarf. And keeps writing "Get a cat, and a hobby" on the walls of his leased apartment.

As soon as he figures out how to get around the man's weird power without giving away his identity.

And on the other hand Danny has no idea what to make of this man who shows up out of the blue. He cant seem to fly. He cant make ectoblasts. But he's demonstrated that he does have at least one power. And Danny doesn't know what to think of that. His only experience with superpowered living people is Vlad. Another halfa. Maybe he even assumes this guy is just a new halfa that's only worked out how to use one.. admittedly devastating ability. One that would be more useful if the man actually cared to use it on the other ghosts. But damn, he really has it out for Danny specifically.

And, yeah, Aizawa has to get some upgrades to his gear before he can do anything really effective once his element of surprise wears off in battle. (Imagine he gets his scarf infused with ectoplasm. It ends up giving off a slight glow.)

Danny and co and the rest of Amity Park are suddenly suddenly faced with a whole new vigilante. A very batman-esque man...hobo, who is like.. the sole competent adult ghost hunter (he's not ghost hunter, damnit, he's a pro) in town.

Aizawa probably ends up becoming a freelance Japanese tutor or smth to help him get established in the dp world while he figures out a way back home. Or maybe he even becomes a self defence teacher which could be funny if Danny's parents decide he needs self defence training because of how often he comes home injured after ghost fights. It would be a chance to meet outside their alter egos. And maybe that's the thread that leads to an identity reveal for both of them.

Maybe Aizawa even starts believing he's in the pre-quirk era. At some point. Maybe before the identity reveal. Or maybe after. Danny's whole "glow in the dark" shtick is at least passably reminiscent of the stories of the "glowing baby" he grew up on. Even if this is.. not at all what he expected. He's not actually from a different world. (Because I'm attached to the thrown-in-a-different-universe trope) But that is the line of thinking he ends up stuck on.

And what is he supposed to think of that? After he's meddled so much in this kid's life already. How much has he already changed about the history of his world?

And he responds by suddenly drawing back, canceling Danny's mentoring, stops getting involved in vigilantism. Just trying to limit his influence in the life of who he thinks is an important historical figure in his time. But of course Vlad ends up getting involved and ruining everyone's day in a way that forces them to fix it and everything else.

TL:DR Aizawa gets thrown in a world where he gets a handicap. He makes the best of it anyway. But he does use his quirk on one very unlucky lottery winner. Danny has a new nemesis who apparently doesn't see him as a nemesis. And Vlad's just pissed he's been demoted to Common Rouge.

#dp x bnha #dp x mha #danny phantom #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #aizawa shouta #dp crossover #crossover #boo tag #dadzawa

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big post of all my random rvb au ideas and some hcs, decided this was more reasonable than making like 20 different posts.

Hc the freelancers who die are like submarines that go missing, officially still out on patrol. Florida is the only freelancer that is officially gone from the program. A rumor starts that the freelancers suits are in some way connected to the us states so people think that when florida (state) blew up, so did Agent Florida's armour killing him in the process

(I'm an ace Tucker believer) Y'know how Tucker gets charged child support for a bunch of kids post chorus? I don't think he has any kids outside of Junior. I think a bunch of people who got pregnant post temple of procreation were like shit idk the kids other parent. Uhhhh. Let's just say it was the rich famous planetary hero guy who claims to have slept with everyone. He probably doesn't even remember the people he's slept with. And then Tucker, asexual who has had sex one (1) time and realised he didnt like it very much, is stuck between revealing to the whole goddamn planet that he doesnt actually fuck, and paying a billion dollars of child support.

In an everyone lives no one dies type au I think Donut gets Maine, Locus, South, and Wash to come to his wine and cheese hour and he does their makeup and their nails.

Au where Sigma is just so fucking invested in getting Maine and Wash to date that he doesnt do anything evil. "Agent Maine, I think you will find this course I have signed you up for quite informative" Sigma this is a couples wine and pottery class "Oh look, is that Agent Washington over there? you should go say hi."

Au where Wash and Epsilon bond. It still fucks Wash up and shit, cause yknow. Epsilon issues. But Wash goes like "I am going to fucking kill the director he fucked you ai over so much" And Epsilon is so taken aback bc of Alphas view of Wash from an outside, heavily filtered perspective made him seem happy go lucky, innocent, and a bit naive.

Au where the freelancers find out that the director is Linas dad and behind her back they're all like "hey is she okay? why does he talk to her like that?" but then whenever she's around they just accuse her of nepotism. Gamma and Sigma team up to hack the leaderboard and change her name to nepotism baby.

I love South. I wish she existed more. I wish her and North and Theta could have gotten along. I wish Theta could suit jump like Omega and Alpha. I wish Theta could spend time with South. Like yeah South wouldn't like having to share an ai with her brother but like. He's their littlest brother.

Junior and Theta could autism bond. I think they'd both like comics. Also Junior teaches Theta basketball and Theta teaches Junior to skate. Skateboard kid plus scooter kid. I think Palomo would like to skateboard too. Wash and Palomo both helped teach Theta to skateboard. Wash bc he's friends w North, Palomo bc he's at the skatepark frequently. Jensen roller skates, she's... okay at it. not good. but okay. She broke her tailbone trying to impress Palomo. Andersmith would work at a youth center that the teens hang out at. Matthews works at a movie theatre, Bitters watches a movie there every week, maybe just to see Matthews.

Sarge werebear. Simmons vampire. Grif faun. Donut Light Elemental. Lopez is a ghost that got stuck in a shitty robot Sarge built. Church and the ai are ghosts, Tex is a vampire, Caboose is a werewolf (big doggy :3). Siren Tucker. Deep sea mermaid Junior (glowing octopus type stuff). Faun Kai (same as Grif). Carolina’s a Phoenix. Wash some kind of big cat thing. Florida Shapeshifter (he prefers being reptiles). The twins are demons. 479er is a harpy. York poltergeist (throws stuff at people). Wyoming's some kind of “answer my riddles three” type of imp. Ct is also a shapeshifter. Maine’s just a regular guy with a lot of weird friends. Felix and Locus are a fire elemental and a dryad respectively. Siris is a water elemental. In my au Donut’s a light elemental which makes it so fucking funny if Church pops up and says "boo" Donut just fucking decks him. and through Church being a ghost (a form of light) and Donut being a light elemental, Donut’s fist connects. South is the demon people are more likely to fear, but North is the one you really need to look out for. When South loses her temper people get frightened, when North loses his temper people die. If there's like. a group of kids exploring or something North’ll hold South back from doing anything more than scaring them. If there's a priest attempting an exorcism or someone with a cross threatening South, their organs will be found separately from their bodies.

It's kinda funny when people make Church and Lina siblings and then Tex is just some random girl that Church likes. Like I fully understand why and the only other alternative i can think of is like. Church is the director's younger brother who was raised alongside his daughter after their parents died. and Tex is Allison's younger sister. Only way I could put together Church kinda being the director and Tex kinda being Allison but also Church and Lina being siblings without there being any relation between Tex and Church.

Florida and Ct have a coworker friends relationship i think. When they first met I think Florida said something vague and threatening to her so she pulled a knife on him. They've been sort of friends ever since.

#mikeys rvb rambles #rvb #red vs blue #this isnt even including the ones I started writing fics of #the thing about jensen breaking her tailbone skating #is mostly stolen from real life #i broke my tailbone rollerblading in front of my spanish class #also i love the idea of donut befriending every scary person he meets #the joyful whimsy grind never stops #mine

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