7/27/2022 - Zhan’a’s IC 33rd nameday and (almost) the 9th anniversary since he was first made in FFXIV.
It’s also been 10 years since I first joined Harbringers of Dawn in TERA before the migration over to FFXIV. These days HoD is now Shroudrose Teahouse ( @tea-ffxiv ), so do recommend if anyone is looking for an FC or just some social RP events. I wouldn’t have gotten into MMO RP and therefore probably wouldn’t still be around in any capacity without the folks I’ve met there over the years.
It’s been good, y’all.
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Crowley canonically calls Aziraphale by his full name or "angel"
Aziraphale has only called him by his name, whether it was "Crawly" or "Crowley"
It's one of my pet peeves when fics have them call the other "Anthony" or "Zira"
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maybe tomorrow you'll know (by the way, the party is december 18) — jake oettinger/jason robertson/scott wedgewood; rated e; 9.2k
tags: 2023-2024 nhl season; threesome; birthday sex; jake gets to be a little bit of a pillow princess, as a birthday treat
“C’mon, Jakey,” Robo said, some of the teasing falling out of his voice now as he lowered it so no one outside of their little corner of the locker room would hear. “It’s your birthday, and Scott wants, you know, to take you out to dinner or something lame, so just let him.”
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will!! hello!!! ✨💫 u have many versions of bakugou running around on both of your blogs and i am here to ask—which one is your favorite? god of war bkg? nerd bkg? android(?) bkg? bkg from and you take me the way i am ? the whole world wants to know!! 🎤
shay !! a darling, hello !! 🥺✨️🌱
i. do have so many versions of him, don't i ? ahfejrbbsma i'll tell you one thing, i WILL talk about that man in any situation i can stuff him in LOL it never ends, i fear 😔✌🏼
oh, gosh, my favorite !! 🥺 how do i choose, how do i choose !! 🥺 each of my lil bakugou's have had their spotlight in my brain for far longer than could be considered normal, and i love them all dearly, will always be able to go on and on about them BUT !!
man, i do have to say that right now, i am really into ex husband bkg 🥺 literally days ago, i said it was nerd bkg, but idk !! something about the pining and the yearning and the sorrow and the regret and the still-burning love, it's like 🥺 it just gets to me 🥺 i love to see a man win it all back !! 🥺
nerd bakugou is a real close second though 😩 especially after anon's adult bakugou question !! and the fanart of bakuglasses from joops !! 😩 i wanna shake him around like a ragdoll 🥺 i wanna kiss him stupid 🥺 he's such a dork 🥺
honorable mention is cowboy bkg too, bc my love for him was reignited after another anon question 😔✌🏼 haven't though about him for a hot minute, but. wow. what a handsome man 🥺
do — 🥺 do you have a favorite, shay, my dearest ?? 🥺 i would be so curious to know !!
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xxxi. thing you carry everywhere
Wrote this on the day of the prompt, but was a little hesitant to post it here. But I still really like it and feel like sharing it. Especially since I'm not writing much right now, as not being the biggest fan of February's prompts
It was weird to actually be in his room again. In his genuine house. Not anything trying to act as it, he was actually stateside. He couldn't quite say it felt as if he never left; but he certainly tried to force that feeling. Hoping it would come genuinely and naturally soon. John laid in bed, his arm cradling his head. It had to be his left, as he can't leave his right hand scrunched up for so long. It'll begin to feel heavy, and feel hard to move, cramping up. His hand doesn't fully stop on him anymore, but he'll always have to adjust how he does things all because of that goddamn hand. He slipped his lit cigarette into his mouth so he could run his fingers across his clothed chest. He didn't need to see the scar under his t-shirt to know it's there. He knows right where it begins and where it ends. He's at least somewhat thankful this one doesn't bother him nearly as bad as his hand. This one only brings anger and hints of shame when he's shirtless, looking down at himself. He feels like a fool for trusting someone as much as he trusted Aldridge. He told himself to not do that again, to never put more faith in someone than you put in yourself. But there he went. Only took a couple years and he became that fool all over again.
But this time it was different. He knew that's easier said, but he truly believed it this time. Aldridge left him with wounds that will never heal. Left him with pain that will never heal; whether that's when his hand twitched at the heat or when holding a gun. When the part of his scar that is still rose for some reason becomes angry and it feels like thorns across his hand. Or when it's nights like this. He can't sleep because too many thoughts are circling. But Lincoln, he couldn't have been anymore different. John sat up from his bed, resting his cigarette in his ashtray after taking a long drag. He pulled open the bottom drawer of his night stand, where he shoved some stuff away when he got home. Gently, he picked up the chain with two tags dangling from it. He looked at the first one. It had his name and number on it. This one was all his, but then he put his focus on the lower one, hanging on by the smaller chain. This one wasn't his, it was Lincoln's. He still remembers the night they exchanged them.
It was the night before they were going to make an aggressive move. One that left you a little jittery about what could go wrong. It was just the two of them. Lincoln for once seemed a little nervous of what was to come. This was unlike him. John had his reservations as well, but he showed them more frequently; never too scared, as it was shown more through caution and over compensation, a sort of cockiness. But he felt just as vulnerable as Lincoln was in the moment. Lincoln slowly brought his hand up to his dogtags and undid the lower hanging one, John watched in silence, his chest moving up and down with every breath and exhale. Lincoln clipped it onto John's tags. John began to do the same. John never knew what military shit he didn't know about, as that wasn't necessarily his field. But at this moment, it all made sense.
'At least we'll both make it out.' Lincoln said tenderly. His voice having a sense of airiness John only rarely heard.
'I've never seen you like this. You're starting to scare me now.' John exhaled. 'We'll both make it out, walking right next to each other. Not whatever this is.'
'I know.'
John swallowed hard, and put his hand on top of Lincoln's. Lincoln twisted his hand to be palm up, and let his thumb gently caress John's skin.
John ran his own thumb over Lincoln's tag. It was late, and he had no light on. He couldn't read what it said but he could feel the indent of the words. He hopes he's adjusting nicely to being home. Lincoln deserved to get a break for once. He actually was a man with code and carried his own honor. John truly wasn't sure if their paths would ever cross again in the real world, but he knew Lincoln wasn't leaving his thoughts anytime soon.
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S W shop talk and random abt the day stuff below. no details abt the actual vid just filming talk and me whinging abt my joints lmao, but scroll by if this aint ur thing
i just finished an hour and a half of straight filming for the u kno what blog lmao
it'll be my longest one yet, and idk exactly how to go abt it yet (cut it up in davinci and post clips with the offer for the full vid if they m$g me? post the whole thing and comment that it's an example of a vaguely niche ish thing that I'd be happy to do customs for and hope someone wants to set one up????)
but im proud of myself. yesterday into today has been nicely productive counting everything including this, and while this last thing maybe isn't a traditional accomplishment to be proud of, this is a bigger step for me in that direction. My audience is small but bigger than i thought it would ever get and like.
the money is v little. but maybe if i keep trying to improve it will become more, and in the meantime im quite satisfied with the latest few comments from ppl aksndjfnf
that said tho GOD im old and things aren't working well if ever they did and like. my knees ache. we walked the beach earlier yesterday and between that and the Posing for this bit of work, I've aggravated my right knee and ankle especially, and am standing typing this waiting for the radiating pain to stop so i can walk on that leg and take a fucking shower lmao
Worth it tho, for all of it
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I exist in a dimension that is solely DimiClaude and so today I am thinking about how on Claude’s birthday, Dimitri gets up super early to prepare for it because he can only do so much preparing the day before since Claude would catch on if he did too much.
the evening before he tells the cooks and maids and all their workers what he’s planning to do so that they’re all prepared for the busy next day (but he’s paying them extra for the extra work and for the people who gotta get up early or keep working late!!!).
in the morning he makes sure everything is ready for the Whole Day and then he goes back to bed in time for Claude to wake up! these days Claude is a bit more used to having Dimi around so he won’t wake up as quickly/easily when there’s movement right beside him, and Dimi has learned to be quiet and careful so he doesn’t wake Claude since Claude is a light sleeper.
whenever it’s Claude’s birthday Dimi spoils him absolutely rotten because on a regular day he spoils Claude anyway, so he has to make sure his birthday is extra special.
by the time the day is over Claude is exhausted and flops onto their bed and passes out! he’s so tired from all the spoiling but he’s so happy, fuzzy and warm inside. 😌
Dimi will be extra vigilant and sleep lightly that night because he knows Claude is gonna be sleeping heavily and peacefully all night. 😌
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