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deusexlachina · 1 year ago

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Wannabe Warden Part 6: Experience the illusion of free choice

In which I reveal why this run is so difficult.

I investigate a weird templar hazing ritual, ostensibly demanded by Knight-Commander Meredith, but without any paper trail and with a series of disappearances. Turns out it's demons and blood magic, because most weird things in Kirkwall turn out to be demons and blood magic at one level or another. Cullen from the Ferelden Circle knows this, but he always thinks mages are using demons and blood magic, so unsurprisingly his investigation hasn't made much headway.

In this case, Cullen happens to be right and the templar he's interrogating turns into a monster because of blood magic. This hideous mockery of his former self is extremely dangerous. Fortunately, dealing with blood magic and demons is the templars' job, so I defer to the experts and let Cullen get beaten senseless by the guy he was just interrogating and several other demons while we civilians watch from a nice safe distance. This must have been very cathartic for Anders.

(If you have trouble seeing Cullen, he's that little blue circle backed into a wall by a small army of demons).

Cullen points me to the Blooming Rose, where a sex worker, Viveka, gives me proof that the missing templars all visited one of her colleagues, Idunna, the Exotic Wonder of the East. Writing down "racial fetishization" to the templars' extremely long list of faults, alongside "routinely succumbing to demons and blood magic despite it being their entire job to prevent that," I thank her for the tip, whereupon she reminds me it's anonymous. I then pay a visit to Idunna and try to interrogate her. Idunna rubs the bed beside her and suggests we "have some fun," which causes Merrill to suggest we be nice to her before quickly apologizing for her context-inappropriate acute queer enthusiasm. I get a choice of three ways to interrogate her, corresponding to the three dispositions - diplomatic, glib or aggressive.

Idunna dodges the question, and then you get another chance to force the issue - again, with three options to express different dispositions. In a wonderfully creepy scene, all three of the options actually lead to you telling Idunna who exposed her as the music suddenly changes. I'm using a mod here that shows the actual spoken dialogue instead of the often-misleading paraphrases - cleverly, it deliberately uses the paraphrase text here, to preserve the sense of control being suddenly and unexpectedly taken away from you.

Idunna vows revenge on Viveka and then tells you to kill yourself. This is not a malding expression of spite but the insidious compulsion of a powerful maleficar, and the only thing that makes this less chilling is the fact that I'm staring right at those titties.

Fortunately my sister is there to save me. Any mage can save you, but Bethany takes priority - if she's in your party, you'll always call for your sister, even if this seems like more Merrill's expertise. A touching display of sisterly love. On a more cynical note, this is exactly why I brought Bethany - Anders has higher priority than Merrill, and I need Merrill so I can reassure her I don't kill blood mages and she'll feel more supported, and I need to bring him along so he can see my choices and disapprove of them so he will be a better person. This makes sense in the chaotic, labyrinthine mind of Aveline Hawke, and nobody else.

My freedom was taken away from me by dark magic. This is an ill portent of the lack of freedom I suffer for the rest of my time in Kirkwall. To give the (very relatively!) short version of how much there is to do and how little my choices matter at all:

To finance my trip to the Deep Roads (where I can become a Grey Warden), I investigate issues in a mine, where I save a miner from dragons and agree to co-owning the mine if it means I can get better conditions for the workers. This leads to exactly the same outcomes as if I co-owned it out of greed or refused to co-own it at all. When the boss asks me to get the miners back to work, I avoid this quest like the plague, because all involvement with the mine leads to all the miners dying horribly and I can only hope this will spare them.

Entirely unrelated to my Deep Roads Expedition - but absolutely mandatory to go down there for some reason - I need to deal with the Qunari, since Act 2 only makes sense if we know each other. So I kill some random Tal-Vashoth because a dwarf thinks it will impress the Qunari Arishok so he'll give him gunpowder, and he'll split the profits with me. After my mine adventure, I have no need for profits, and even if I did, the dwarf's plan doesn't work because the Arishok never agreed to it. But I have to do this.

Sister Petrice, the Priestess of Meanness, asks me to help smuggle out a Qunari prisoner away from his people's oppression. It turns out he's a mage, and the penalty for a Qunari mage running away is death. Empathizing with an oppressed mage, much like my sister, I help him escape, damn the consequences, which leads to me fighting the Qunari. I could have handed him over, in which case the Qunari would sentence me to death for travelling with a mage, which would lead to me fighting the Qunari.

I ask Sister Petrice What The Fuck, and she explains she was trying to incite a war between the Chantry and Qunari. I confess to the Arishok that I killed his men and warn him of Petrice's conspiracy. Later, the Qunari and Chantry will both proceed with their respective plans, and involve me to the same extent, whether I did this or not.

When slavers threaten to kill an apostate boy, Feynriel, I tell them I want to stop them more than I want to save the boy. This impresses Fenris and gives me a brief tongue-lashing from Feynriel, and then leads to exactly the same long-term outcomes as handling the hostage situation any other way.

When I come back, I tell a mage sympathizer in the templars, Ser Thrask, about his daughter, who resisted being kidnapped by the slavers but turned into a monster and - say it with me - had to be euthanized. I tell him his secret his safe, which impresses Merrill and Other Aveline. Later, Thrask goes to me for help, noting my cooperation with him, but he would've gone to me for help even if I'd blackmailed him instead.

Thrask sends me to resolve a tense situation with apostates before his rival, Ser Karras, arrives and kills them all. Despite this seeming like a contrived good-cop-bad-cop routine, I have to work with Thrask - again, mandatory to the Deep Roads Expedition. Somehow.

When I kill the apostates' boss (a blood mage who uses demons) I have the choice to either have them arrested or help them escape, which in turn gives me the choice to fight Karras or trick him into Going Somewhere Else, which in turn can be done either with Varric or with a glib Hawke. All of these eventually lead to the apostates being caught so they can appear later.

And here is the problem I faced when planning a gimmick run for Dragon Age 2: How do you do a gimmick run when all runs are mostly the same? I was inspired by #fauxvelyan, a run of Inquisition in which the Inquisitor, Trevelyan, is secretly the same person as Warden Cousland (in disguise of course). So I decided to use context instead of content to make things fresh - the dialogue is the same, but in a very real sense, it's very much not, because, for example, my name is Aveline.

I hope you enjoyed/skipped/hated that brief glimpse into my dark imagination. Regardless of your reaction, I'll post part 7 tomorrow.

#wannabe warden #fauxvelyan

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that-one-depressed-author · 2 years ago

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Oh! Look at that! Melody’s server mod stepping into an issue that didn’t even concern him!

Well, hello good Sir! Thank you for making my morning magical! Because now I get to deal with someone wanting to be a ‘civil adult’ about an issue that they were not at all apart of!

I’m gonna try and format this the way you did, just to make this easier to read!

- I will admit that I may have been a bit hasty in accusing Melody of favoritism, I’ve had issues with my own self worth in the past that have caused me to be paranoid about things. So, for that, I will apologize.

-You may have not been online at the time this was happening, but Melody admitted to me that she was just watching it happen. If this person was already a problem, it shouldn’t matter if they react badly to being reprimanded. As the owner and moderators of a server, it is your responsibility to ensure that problem people are taken care of. Also, way to pin it on the victim. I am a very non-confrontational person, once again, due to my own trauma from past experiences. I had people in power consistently belittle me and refuse to listen to me when I told them what was happening. But apparently, because I didn’t speak up, I’m the one in the wrong!

-Could you please explain to me how my OCs are harmful? Because I genuinely don’t see it. The set of OCs based on the Seven Deadly Sins are not in any way connected to the biblical ones! I did what many others have done and used the idea of the sins as a way to make a character! And even then, the Seven Deadly Sins are not just limited to Christianity and Catholicism and have been shown in other religions and various adaptations! Now, I am not Christian or Catholic due to religious trauma, and I did say to Melody in that very same private call where I brought up my Ten Commandment OCs that they were based on the anime! But for some reason, she didn’t mention that to you!

-I did state I was tired and not willing to argue! Though the message is lost by now, I told Melody that I was just going to go to bed and we could talk later because I was so tired my eyesight was getting blurry! As mentioned in my original post, I woke up to this without any warning or indication of it happening!

Now, here’s where your ‘debunking’ loses all of its validity:

-Child Porn? Really? I already said I wasn’t going to debate Nezha’s age and I’m still not! Instead, let’s talk about what you have done! You and many others in the LMK community, including Melody, desensitize the heinous crime of Pedophilia! You call others Pedophiles over a fictional character! You are the disgusting one here! A picrew of one of my OCs and Nezha is not on the same level as taking inappropriate photos and videos of CHILDREN! I am 17 and have an 8-year-old brother at home! If someone were to ever do such a disgusting thing to him, I’d be furious!

- Are you Chinese? Is Melody Chinese? Does anyone in that god-forsaken server come from Chinese descent and has lived or been taught Chinese culture? Many LMK fans who are Chinese and have been raised around this culture have spoken out about how what you’re doing is harmful! But every time they are accused of not knowing their own culture! You claim that I don’t listen to Buddhist texts and yet you and Melody completely ignore a Chinese text that came BEFORE Journey to the West: Fengshen Yanyi! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that text is where Nezha’s origin story comes from and follows his life to I believe the age of 26! Journey to the West has been shown multiple times to contradict stories that existed before it! Also, if you can find me an accurate source claiming that Nezha is a child that was made before 2015 and valid, I will be surprised! Because that seems to be how far back this all goes!

-And, no. I did not know that everyone in the server were people who believed he was twelve! Because when I first joined, it was when Melody was still doing writings for Nezha! It’s actually a little suspicious that she only stopped after my ban!

- I didn’t question the reason behind her nicknames, I simply stated that despite having those names she does not act like them.

-I didn’t try and talk to her? Really? That’s news to me considering I did try to message her before I went to check her blog! And guess what! Not only was I banned, but I couldn’t contact Melody due to the fact she blocked me! I was completely cut off from talking to her other than sending her an ask to her blog! And I didn’t need that to be public! I didn’t have your discord nor did I have anyone else’s in the server because I was still adjusting!

-I agree with you to a point here! People are responsible for their actions. Like I said before, I probably would have lashed out too if not for the fact that I got ahold of a close friend of mine! But, Melody is responsible too. She didn’t have to make a post about my ban, she could’ve kept it in the server! And you completely ignored that fact in favor of doing what she has done: painting her as the victim. There are three consecutive times where Melody has banned someone from her server, and then made a post about it on her blog that was not needed! That is baiting to get a reaction!

Now, I am not going to respond to you anymore after this! Because you didn’t have to come in here and make this nonsensical ‘debunking’ that completely ignored parts of my original post. Melody is blocked on this blog for a reason and will stay blocked. But, if she wants to speak to me and clear up the ‘misunderstanding’ that happened here, she is more than welcome to unblock me on Discord! From what I have seen, she is not wanting to discuss this and has sent you in her stead.

I can’t really believe that I’m posting this at…

*checks time*

1:47 AM!

But, I’m tired of being silent and now have the motivation and energy to come forward!

I’m here to share my experience with Melody (yanderelmk)!

Let it be known that I could not write, draw, or even look at myself in the mirror after this happened for a good month!

Hello, everyone! Those of you from the Yandere!LMK Discord Server may remember me as Goat! In this post, I will be discussing my experience with the server and its owner, Melody. I want to go ahead and tell you all to not bother Melody or her blog, instead, go straight for the block button. This post is just meant to be a cautionary tale and hopefully provide insight and validation to those she is near or has hurt.

Here's a bit of context to the events leading up to my ban from Melody’s server. I had been stalking Melody’s blog for a little bit before I joined the server, and when I saw the Shauna situation, I felt like I needed to respond. I also have extreme bipolar disorder and ADHD, and even I didn't respond the way Shauna did. So, after making an anon emoji combination for Melody’s blog, I joined the server.

When I joined, I was a social anxiety-ridden mess, but I was welcomed with open arms. My own trauma from past friend groups clouded the already well-hidden red flags. Looking back, I noticed some things.

I noticed that when I first joined the server, everything I sent (drawings, writings, character-inspired makeup, etc.) was showered with love and praise. But the longer I was there, it slowed to a stop. Meanwhile, everyone who was close to Melody and in her inner circle got most of the attention and praise. I may be petty, but I am not jealous.

I noticed that Melody did little to talk about people causing problems and simply watched from the side. When someone was saying that their character would unalive mine because I shipped mine with the same character, Melody said nothing to stop it in the channel. But, later during a private call, she admitted she was watching it happen and didn't know whether or not to step in. As the server owner, she and her moderators should try and keep the peace when she sees something wrong.

And finally, I noticed that Melody had a bad habit of bringing up things that happened somewhere else where they didn't need to be brought up. Which leads me to my next topic: the events leading up to and the reason for my ban.

A little while before my ban, someone (I don’t remember who) had sent some Twitter fan art of the LMK characters as FNAF animatronics. And we all reacted positively, a few of us including myself talking about making it an AU.

So, Melody hosted a role play. I had used one of my OCs for this little role play, mainly her human design. We went for a few hours and when we had to stop, it was six in the morning.

Now, I had not slept for the past two days and was ready to pass out on my couch after a few after-role-play messages. I believe we had started talking about what our OCs would be like in a FNAF!AU and I had brought up one of my ocs whom I made with a group of friends and was the embodiment of lust.

Someone had mentioned and compared my OC to Asmodeus, the biblical king of lust. In my delirious, sleep-deprived state, I had incorrectly worded my message. I had said that I would say Asmodeus was a former sin of lust and my OC was the current one.

This was not what I had meant, I had meant using the name Asmodeus as a reference, not the actual biblical figure. And even then, I would have shortened it to make it even more of a reference. (ex: Ozzie, Azzy, Moudes, etc.) But, for some unknown reason to me, Melody had an issue with this.

She started an argument with me about how Asmodeus was from Christian religion and that it was offensive to Buddhism or something. I’m gonna be honest, the details are a bit fuzzy. In an effort to make me look like the bad guy, she brought up another set of OCs me and my friend group had made that were based around the Ten Commandments. (Also, I didn’t even use the biblical Ten Commandments because those are paragraphs, I used the ones from the Seven Deadly Sins anime!) These OCs were mentioned in that same private call outside the server!

Melody, being more awake than me, sent several messages in quick succession, not allowing me to get a word in or get my thoughts together. And as always, the person who could get more of a word in wins. Me, being half awake and ready to fall asleep, told Melody I was going to bed and would continue to talk about this later because I was tired and didn’t feel like arguing with her.

I woke up at around five in the afternoon and decided to go into the server and apologize for how I acted and let Melody know I was ready to talk. Only to find the server missing from the list.

Confused, I went to check Melody’s Tumblr blog to see if something happened or if I was banned by mistake. Instead, I found that Melody had made a post about banning me over a picrew I had made.

I will admit, the picrew was BDSM themed and it did include Nezha. But, I was not the first person to send it nor was I the only one who participated. Melody herself participated with one of her OC and Macaque. I will also admit that I forgot to spoil the picrew I made due to being tired.

However, I am not here to get into the ‘NeZhA iS tWeLvE’ debate. I'm here to share what I experienced with Melody and her server.

Here's what could've been done instead of straight-up banning me: talking to me about the image and asking me to spoil or delete it! I was given no warning of my ban, only waking up to it and seeing the post about it! She had made no effort to message me or inform me!

Alright, now that you have all of the info and my side of the story, time for a little analysis. I am a major psychology lover due to my own mental problems and I adore learning about the human mind.

Melody’s two nicknames in her server are ‘Queen’ and ‘Mother’. She is not either of these things.

A queen looks after her subjects, a mother looks after her children. Melody, on the surface, appears to look after the people in her server. But as someone who's seen beneath that surface and experienced people like this long before I met her, she is anything but.

Melody invites people into her server, welcomes them, and smothers them with affection. Then, when they aren't so new anymore, she winds to a stop and focuses on the people in her inner circle.

Melody watches over above, looking at everything and everyone in her server with the eye of a hawk. Waiting and biding her time for them to give her a reason.

Then, when she gains that person’s trust, makes them let down their walls around her, she sees them do something she doesn't like, and she finally has her reason. She strikes.

She removes them from the safe environment she builds around them and feeds them to the wolves. She takes mentally unwell people and puts them in an unsafe environment where they can be harmed.

She wounds them so they aren't thinking straight and baits them to lash out with posts on her Tumblr blog so she can paint herself as the victim. And once they do lash out, she links the places where people can attack them in the form of a ‘call-out’.

Have you noticed the fact that everyone Melody bans and posts about, deletes their blog? Now, I am not excusing these people's actions. But, no one should be put in an unsafe environment where they can be harassed and threatened.

In fact, I’m sure I would’ve been in a similar situation had I not gotten a hold of a close friend of mine. She comforted me, calmed me down, and distracted me from Melody. Her support and love allowed me to be the bigger person and not respond, blocking Melody and removing the problem.

But, I’m stubborn and tired of being the bigger person.

Melody is a manipulator and an abuser.

Let my story be a cautionary tale on these kinds of people. And, don’t harass Melody over this. If you do, you’re no better than her. Instead, go straight for the block button.

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frozenoj · 2 years ago

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When your farmer's name is %noun

You can use other replacers as well, even combining them! Here I tried %adj %name (%name pulls from the same pool as the farm animals).

Sadly I was not able to get any of the replacers to work with the farm name or pet name. I'd really love to have %adj %noun farm, but alas...

#stardew valley #sdv #programming shenanigans #inappropriate use of modding commands #described #id in alt tag #ridgeside village #is this a shitpost?

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solitasims4 · 3 years ago

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MODS LIST

(Updated March 15, 2023) I always get asked what mods I use, & I plan on making a mods showcase on majority of these mods/already have made a showcase on a few of these on my Tiktok @solitasims, but I don’t gatekeep😏 So, here’s my official mods list. I will update this whenever I get a new mod & this will always be available by clicking the link in my bio on Tiktok.

If I made any mistakes/you have any questions, feel free to let me know/ask.

⭐ = My personal favorites.

❌ = I no longer use the mod.

Like always, make sure you read the mod requirements & read & respect the creator’s terms of use!

Basemental Dr*gs (18+) ⭐

Basemental Gangs (18+) ⭐

Wicked Whims (18+) ⭐

Extreme Violence (18+) ⭐

Deadly Toddlers (18+)

Hoe It Up (18+)❌

AEP P*rn*gr*phy (18+)

Sugar Baby (18+)

RedAppleNet (18+) ❌

Slice of Life

Woohoo Wellness & Pregnancy Overhaul ⭐

Go to School ⭐❌

Kneel Anywhere

XML Injector

Andrew’s Pose Player ⭐

Teleport Any Sim ⭐

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats ⭐

Passionate Romance

Life’s Drama

Fairies vs Witches ⭐

Romantic Skygaze

Slow Dancing❌

Remove Sim from Conversation ⭐

Bed Cuddle

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Unclogger

Road to Fame ⭐

Party Anywhere

Holiday Home

Meaningful Stories

Urban Socials❌

Set Family Relationships

Realistic Childbirth ⭐

Ballroom Dance

Immersive Vampires

Mental Health

Ability to Read

KidsCanCleanBathroomStuff

KidsPlayGuitars

KidsCanWorkoutExercise

LGBT Mod ⭐❌

Better Babies❌

Better Toddlers❌

Faster Sim Spawning

First Love

Improved Practical Spells

New Vampire Powers ⭐

No Restaurant Bill When Invited

Send to Bed

Simda Dating

Spend Weekend With

Ultrasound Scan

Longer Parties + More Guests

Invite Any Guests To Parties

20 Sim Cap Remover

Contextual Social Interactions

Road to Romance

Funeral

Graduation❌

Prom❌

Slumber Party ❌

Baby Shower ❌

ISO Love ⭐

Be A Burglar

Insimnia Eats❌

More Traits in CAS

Plumfruit

Lie on Lap

Tango

No Strings Attached

Mood Pack

Parenting Skill for Teens

More Away Actions ⭐

Life Tragedies

Tattoo Shop

Education System Bundle ⭐❌

Simflix & Chill❌

Airfryer

Toaster

Chingyu CAS Traits

Playable Pets

OMSP Shelf

T.O.O.L

More Columns in CAS ⭐

Expandable Build/Buy

More Best Friends

Switch Streaming❌

Advanced Birth Certificate

Copy Graduation Photos & Diplomas

Restaurant Faster Cooking

Honey, What’s Cooking?❌

UI Dark Mode❌

Better Maps❌

Playful Toddler Pack (Functional Crib, Playdoh, etc.)

june 15 2022

Mario Carts❌

Functional Cars❌

Functional Ice Cream Truck❌

Food Truck❌

Funny Pranks❌

Sims 3 Romance Interactions ❌

Spring Rider

Weighed Barbell

Kids Can Paint

Mechanical Bull from The Sims 3

Take Off Shoes Animation❌

Proper Interaction

Five New Vehicles❌

Functional Garage Doors ❌

No Kids Outdoors During a Storm

Open Love Life

Fortnite Dance Mod

Doorbell

Buy Tomes on Computer

Faster Run to University

Plasma Renamed to Blood

Higher Stereo Volume

Call Over High Distance

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Fan Stans Only Homeless Sims

No Celeb Outfit Copying

Functional Toddler Makeup Kit

Teens Can Buy Lottery Tickets

Umbrella Auto Opens on Rainy Days Only

Sack Lunch Into Inventory

Vampires No Cold Breath

Less Idle Animation

Child Slow Dance

Ballet Barre

Pillow Talk After Woohoo

Double Cheek Kiss

Flying Broom

Personality Please!

Prefer Leftovers

Allow Stoves on University Lots

august 14 2022

Skate Everywhere

Smore Options

Photographic Memory

Time Out

High School Years More Classmates

Adult Life ❌

Explore

Let’s Get Fit

Better Exceptions

Toddlers Can Use Activity Table

Slide Into Your Mods

Andrew’s Studio Effect Player⭐

september 17 2022

Wicked Whims Inappropriate Unlock (18+)

Functional Photo Frames

Calendar Tweaks

No High School Situation Outfit

TS2 CAS Background

Stop Change Phone Color Obsession ❌

Bonehilda Loading Screen ❌

Phone Animation For Teens Only

Hopes & Fears Mod (Wants & Fears Overhaul)

Teenage Interaction Reactions

All Worlds Are Residential

Self-Soothing Toddlers

Leave Me Alone About Early Graduation

Armageddon

Color Picker (Color Wheel) ❌

Agnes Crumplebottom Loading Screen ❌

october 19 2022

Functional Personal Care Products

Twister ❌

Patty Cake

Drama

More Restaurant Options ❌

Functional Spiral Staircase ❌

Social Bunny Overhaul

Dance Override

november 13 2022

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop

Ink For Yourself Memory Keeper (Customizable Journal)

Fantastical Play Rug + Tent

Functional Bar Cart

Run Here

Lemonade Stand

Walk in Style

Interactions From The Past

Resorts and Hotels

Nursery Playroom Set

Customizable Graves

Little Chef’s Toy Kitchen

Scent To Be Oil Diffuser

december 17 2022

Memory Panel

Online Homework

Less Intrusive Sims

Can I Come Over?

Social Activities

january 12 2023

Carry & Kiss

Perfumery

Grannie’s Cookbook

Cookbook S&S

Auto Zodiacs

Playable Harp

Cutting Board Override

Cute Romance

Functional Sleeping Bags

Always Towel After Shower

Hopscotch

My Grocery Shopping List

Obsessed Teen❌

february 13 2023

Bouncy Boobs (18+)

Hot Chocolate Machine

Functional Airpods Max

Education System

Family Portraits

Functional Wine

Kids Can Cook

Story Progression Viewer

Greetings

Auto Repair

School Holidays

Online Learning System

Simoleonz Online Jobs

Indoor Dog Potty Mats

Phone UI Overhaul

Waffle Maker

Selfie Override

Nectar Maker

Functional Perfume and Sunblock

Functional DDR Machine

Custom Food Interactions

Functional Perfumes

Crafting Enabler

march 15 2023

Thee Salad Bowl

Werewolf Tail

TS3 Time Controls Sound Effect ⭐

TS3 Pie Menu Sound Effect ⭐

TS3 Wants Sound Effect ⭐

Edit Lights in Build Mode

Color Sliders

Better Build Buy

School Food Tray Replacement

Healthcare Redux

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop

Call Anytime + Relationship

Smarter Baby Care

More Traumatic Divorce For Children

Keep Instruments in Inventory

Set Filters on Paintings by Reference

Piano Play Regency Era Music

Sit on Ground

Functional Perfume Bottles

Custom Food Interactions

Smoothie Blender

More Kisses ⭐

More Traits

Country Club

100 Social Interactions ⭐

Mean Interactions No Impact ⭐

Music Lessons

Autonomous Proposals

Active Lawyer Career

Immersive Social Bunny

No Constant Phone

Control Any Sim ⭐

Unlock Door For Chosen Sims

Functional Lotion

Expanded Mermaids

Beach Yoga

Cool Pools CC

Beer Barrels

Drink Platter ⭐

Stand Still in CAS

Higher Acting Gigs and Royalty Payouts

Soulmates

Archery

Ask to Cook/Bake/Grill

Ask to Go For a Walk and More

Ask to Upgrade

Auto Pay Bills PC

Auto Repair

Auto Upgrade

Better Autonomous Homework

Go For a Walk

Kids Walk Dogs

No Auto Grab Food After Cooking

Romantic Massage

Auto Check Toddler Tweaks

Less Ping Pong With

Transfer Inventory

Science Baby Tweaks

Pole Dance

No Empty Venues When Arriving

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ukrfeminism · 4 years ago

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The government has agreed to carry out a series of reforms after acknowledging there have been serious failures in protecting women in the military from sexual harassment, bullying and discrimination.

The move follows a report by the Commons Defence Committee which spoke to victims of abuse and prejudice while highlighting the systematic failures which allowed this state of affairs to exist.

One of the key changes being made is that complaints of a sexual nature will be removed from the control of the chain of command which had been previously responsible for investigations, and was condemned by the MPs as a “single point of failure” in the process.

But the Ministry of Defence refused to act on the committee’s recommendation that cases of rape and sexual assaults should be taken out of military courts into the civilian legal framework. It also refused to limit the appeals time for those convicted to six weeks, and make decisions of the military ombudsman binding.

A Defence Serious Crime Unit headed by a new provost marshal will carry out investigations outside the chain of command. The numbers of women from the military sitting on court martial boards on cases of alleged sexual offences will be increased. A new Sexual Exploitation and Abuse Policy will address the issue of military personnel and sex workers and “ensure that the interests of the victim are prioritised”.

Complaints of bullying, harassment and discrimination will also be moved, apart from a small number of cases, from the command chain to a new outsourced investigation service.

The chiefs of staff of the services also pledged to look at effective ways of removing those who are found to have committed sexual offences, or have been responsible for inappropriate behaviour, but still remain in the armed forces. There will be a revised approach to prosecutions of sexual offences and a complaints system providing greater anonymity for victims will be set up by April 2022.

The Ministry of Defence (MoD) maintains that it seeks to have women comprising 30 per cent of the military by 2030 and have “six month sprints” on issues such as women’s health policies, equipment and uniforms to facilitate this.

Responding to the report Protecting those who protect us: Women in the Armed Forces from Recruitment to Civilian Life, the government noted that the document “made clear that on too many occasions defence has failed to provide women with the experience they deserve. Our servicewomen needed to tell their courageous testimonies, we needed to hear them, and we will ensure that we continue to hear their voices”.

“There will be a defence-wide strategy for how rape and serious sexual offences are handled within the Service Justice System, recognising the significance to our people and to the wider service community of the damage caused by sexual offending... Retaining and developing our women and giving them greater confidence that they can thrive, have successful careers in the armed forces and not be limited.”

As well as the Defence Committee report, the government’s decisions had been shaped by a review carried out in 2019 by air chief marshal Sir Michael Wigston. The investigation into the prevalence of unacceptable behaviour by the head of the RAF made 36 recommendations, said the MoD, 22 of which have been delivered and the remaining ones are “currently being progressed”.

The chair of the Women in the Armed Forces Sub-Committee, Sarah Atherton MP, said: “The strength of feeling on this issue is clear, with over 4,100 women contributing to our inquiry. There is much more work to do, but it is clear that improving the experiences of women in the armed forces is becoming a priority for the Ministry of Defence. I would like to thank the secretary of state for defence, Ben Wallace, for his ongoing commitment to servicewomen and veterans.”

“Our inquiry discovered that six out of 10 women who had experienced abuse, did not complain for fear of the impact it would have on their career, or because they thought nothing would be done. The fact that a servicewoman can now make a sexual complaint safe in the knowledge that her direct chain of command won’t be handling it is a huge step forward.”

Ms Atherton added “However, it is disappointing that the Ministry of Defence has refused to remove cases of rape from the court martial jurisdiction despite clear evidence that the current system is failing to deliver justice.

“The Ministry of Defence has moved immeasurably on the chain of command’s role in complaints. This change will make a real difference to the lives of servicewomen, and future service women.”

Ms Atherton added : “However, it is disappointing that the Ministry of Defence has refused to remove cases of rape from the court martial jurisdiction despite clear evidence that the current system is failing to deliver justice.

“It is clear that the military is a male-dominated institution and so I am pleased that the government has set itself ambitious targets... This ambition is welcome: let’s make sure these targets are met, not missed.”

Defence secretary Ben Wallace, said: “While almost 90 per cent of women who engaged with this inquiry said they would recommend a career in the armed forces, it’s clear further change is needed. I am grateful to all the women who contributed to the Defence Committee’s report, we’ve listened carefully and are implementing bold changes in response.

“Having tested the recommendations with our own Service Women’s Networks, we are embracing almost all of them – and in many cases actually taking them further. I look forward to continuing to work with them to hold all three services to account, and ensure we see meaningful progress.”

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aricazorel · 4 years ago

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“Are you jealous?” “No...Maybe.” (Part 2)

Follow up to this prompt <from the trilogy appreciation week event>

Pairing: Kaidan Alenko x Rebecca Shepard; set during ME1; word count: 1625

Commander Rebecca Shepard walked the Presidium shops tailing her Lieutenant. She smiled. ‘Her Lieutenant.’ It had a nice ring to it. One she had accidentally voiced after the completion of their Noveria mission. She’d been so relieved that everyone survived the whole ordeal that she let it slip.

Fortunately the two of them had been alone during the admission. However, to her surprise, Kaidan hadn’t objected to the slip. Instead he said he liked the moniker. Of course his cheeks had been tinged pink as he gave her a boyish grin. One she only ever saw cast in her direction.

Maybe that’s why she hated the sight before her. Kaidan had suggested upgrading her omni-tool to something that wouldn’t piss her off, she wouldn’t break, and couldn’t corrupt. Something more intuitive for her to use. He’d suggested it after repairing her ‘tool for the umpteenth time during the Noveria mission. The 24-hour layover on the Citadel for repairs, resupply, and debriefings provided them the opportunity to look for one.

But the sight in front of her was not Alenko pointing out all the options she had and the mods that were available. Instead it was a pretty blonde sales clerk explaining to him what was available and asking what he needed. Polite as always, the Lt. had yet to tell her to fuck off. At least that was what she hoped he would have done. She would have…

Shepard glanced up at the fancy graphic sign that read ‘Firefly Technologies Limited.’ The in-store advertisements flickered between products they sold, customer endorsements, and information about the company. It was apparently a newer tech company, owned by humans, and had only recently opened a shop on the Citadel.

The Commander crossed her arms as she attempted to control her face. Something that normally wasn’t a problem. Of course normally she wasn’t affected by anyone talking to a member of her crew. Then again it wasn’t just any member. It was Kaidan. Maybe that shouldn’t have made a difference, but it did.

“Thank you for showing me your inventory, Serenity,” Alenko’s voice called, breaking her out of her trance.

Serenity? Her name was Serenity and Alenko already knew her name?

She watched the blonde flicked her hair over her shoulder as she gave him a flirty grin. “It’s my pleasure, Kaidan.”

And lovely little Serenity was already on a first name basis with her Lieutenant…

Shepard growled. She knew she growled. Maybe it wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear. Whiskey brown eyes flashed her way, letting her know that was not the case.

The red head turned away pretending to look at an omni-tool mod. She knew it wouldn’t fool Alenko. Tech wasn’t her thing. It was his area, and she had become heavily reliant on him for it.

“I was actually wondering if you had access to the newer version of the Bluewire omni-tool,” the Lieutenant said politely.

“Well, yes, but that is still a very basis ‘tool,” Serenity replied. “For someone with your tech skills, I think you’d want a more advanced model.”

“Oh, I already have the newest Logic Arrest,” Kaidan said as he flicked on his ‘tool. “I am asking for a friend.”

The blonde tilted her head. “Even a basic Alliance soldier should have a more advanced omni-tool.”

“I understand, but the Bluewire has the interface I want, and it can easily by modded with Specter level mods.”

“Specter level?” Serenity said in confusion.

Shepard couldn’t help the satisfied grin that tugged at her lips as Kaidan gestured in her direction. Her Lieutenant explained, “My CO needs something that’s easy to use without all the bells and whistles. Something I can easily set up for her to use.”

“But you said Specter level,” the blonde’s eyes widened as they went to Shepard. “She’s the first human Specter?”

Kaidan nodded with the patience of a saint. “Yes. Commander Shepard. Now, Serenity, can you help me out?”

The blonde clerk nodded as she slowly helped Kaidan procure what he needed for her new ‘tool. Maintaining the same self-satisfied grin from earlier, Shepard leaned against the wall, arms still crossed. Maybe using her ‘Commander stare’ as Joker and Ashely called it on the innocent sales clerk wasn’t the best idea, but part of the Commander enjoyed seeing her squirm.

Anyone flirting with her Lieutenant was quickly becoming a pet peeve of hers. And she could think of no better way to signal ‘hands off’ than using the stare enemies hated. At least that was what she told herself and for a while it worked.

***

“Are you busy later, Kaidan?” Serenity asked as she bagged up everything for the Lieutenant. “I was wondering if you might want to go out for drinks.”

That was all Shepard had allowed herself to hear before she made a hasty exit from the store. Her feet carried her away as her mind screamed ‘coward.’ She wasn’t a coward. She was simply making a strategic retreat to avoid embarrassing herself or the Lieutenant…And maybe the Alliance or humanity at large…

How the hell had she had she let her attachment to a certain Alliance Lieutenant become so problematic? How had she become attached at all? Why had she let her emotions be affected so much by anything that Lieutenant did? His smile. His concern. His ability to stand up to her when warranted. His honesty. His integrity. His hand on her shoulder in reassurance. His smirk. His whiskey brown eyes…

Why did watching another woman talk to her Lieutenant drive her so crazy?

Shepard stopped dead in her tracks. There it was. Her answer.

‘Her Lieutenant.’

Had she laid an unspoken claim to Kaidan. Thinking of him as hers when she wasn’t sure she had the right to.

The Commander leaned against the railing of the walkway overlooking a series of fountains below. What really added to the chaotic storm of emotions she as feeling was the fact Kaidan had admitted he liked being called ‘her Lieutenant.’

“Damn,” Shepard muttered as she hung her head. She was in trouble.

“Are you alright, Commander?” an all too familiar voice from behind her.

She sighed. Of course he would find her, being the good little soldier he was.

“You left the store before I could give you the mods,” Kaidan went on as he leaned against the railing beside her. “I got the feeling that something was wrong.”

“Nope. Nothing’s wrong,” Shepard said a little too quickly as she pushed off from the railing. “All systems go.”

“Shepard—”

“You can hand off the new ‘tool and mods and set up my omni-tool later,” she offered, avoiding his gaze. “I wouldn’t want you to miss drinks with Serenity.”

“Shepard, I—”

“Go on. Get. I can manage the rest of my leave on my own without a chaperone.”

“Hey,” Alenko said as he caught her forearm with his free hand. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” she snapped as she saw his skeptical expression. She sighed. “Maybe.”

She prepared herself for a lecture or a reminder of the regs or even laughter. Instead he moved to stand in front of her. He wore a gentle smile as he said, “I thought I was ‘your Lieutenant.’”

Her eyes widened in surprise as he added, “I’m not having drinks with Serenity. I already have plans with someone.”

“Kaidan, you don’t have to—”

He gently pulled her arm between them, activating her omni-tool with a grin. “I can promise you there is nothing to be jealous of. All my attention is on a certain Commander. You might know her.”

Shepard swatted his shoulder as she rolled her eyes. “Really, Alenko? Throw my own words back at me?

“They are good words,” Alenko smirked as he shrugged. “But if you don’t want this new omni-tool that won’t piss you off when you use it, I can just go return it.”

As he turned away, Shepard’s hands shot out preventing him from walking away. “Oh, no, Alenko. That’s my omni-tool and I need my Lieutenant to set it up for me. Remember?”

Kaidan’s expression became unreadable for just a moment before it passed. Shepard watched as he arched an eyebrow, his usual control back in place. “Okay. I’ll still do it on one condition.”

“And that would be?” she asked as he stepped closer. Just a few more inches and it might be considered inappropriate.

“On our downtime, no ranks.”

“I’ve tried to get you to do that before, but you insist it keeps you out of trouble.”

“I’m already in trouble…Rebecca.”

The Commander’s jaw dropped at the sound of her first name passing through her Lieutenant’s lips. She watched as a wide grin spread across his handsome features. That just made everything worse. Or better. She wasn’t sure anymore. Nothing made sense.

Except that she was head over heels for her Lieutenant. She’d deal with the ramifications of that realization later. She had only a few hours of shore leave left…

“So, Kaidan, I’m trouble, am I?”

“The good kind.”

“Really?”

“Then—I suppose we’ll be getting into trouble together.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.”

“Kaidan!”

“Rebecca.”

The Commander could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Glad Alenko provided cover from the rest of the crowd, she murmured, “I like it when you say it.”

“Maybe I can say it more often…I could practice while I set up your new ‘tool.”

“Is my Lieutenant flirting with me?”

“If you have to ask then I guess I’m not doing it right.”

“Or I’m not used to someone being sincere while they do it.”

“I’m sincere, Rebecca.”

She laughed quietly. “And that’s how I know we are both in trouble.”

“I can live with that.”

Shepard grinned. “So can I.”

#mass effect #prompts #kaidan alenko #rebecca shepard #f!shenko #femshep

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lotorsshoulderpads · 4 years ago

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Merla HCs for the soul

General Culture HCs ⭐ Her home planet is called Orulla ⭐ Ever seen that part where Zarkon says “no one knows where she’s from”? That’s because her and her people are from a place akin to VLD’s quantum abyss in terms of how the place functions. Trying to get in is a death wish so the place has yet to be discovered. ⭐ Her race is all one sex, and their secondary sex characteristics are more inline with that of a human female ⭐ But if you went there you might not notice bc gender expression is all over the place ⭐ Gendered pronouns are a wild concept to her bc “why is the gender of the person in question at all relevant, that’s like having a different pronoun for each hair color” ⭐ They do, however, use different pronouns depending on what they’re talking about. They have pronouns used for people, a word similar to “it” for inanimate objects, and another pronoun used for animals. ⭐ Like in Spanish, their language has formal and informal versions of the word “you” ⭐ The only reason they design their armor to overly highlight their bodies is because they realized it freaks other people out to fight an “all female” army and they get embarrassed as fuck when they get their asses beat by a bunch of ladies ⭐ Way more lax about nudity than a lot of other planets. The idea of modesty is more applied to one’s behavior, like their humility, rather than their clothes. ⭐ The most popular colors/materials for clothing is dark green and purple, red, silver, and gold. ⭐ Most of her people have darker hair, ranging from a black or purple color through magenta and dark pink to red. Eyes are typically the same color as the hair, and skin ranges from gray to a desaturated dark blue color. Most have a gray-blue complexion ⭐ Popular makeup trends are lipstick a similar shade to the skin, but darker or more vibrant, and killer eyeliner. ⭐ Her species is actually incapable of blushing, but after discovering it in other species they found it absolutely adorable and now blush is a popular makeup product. ⭐ Body mods are also very much A Thing in her culture. Piercings, tattoos, scarification, tongue splitting, all sorts of things, and they’re very popular. It’s sort of a right of passage, if an unofficial one. Once someone becomes an adult it’s sort of expected to get something done. ⭐ On that note, getting body mods are also seen as highly inappropriate if the individual who has them isn’t an adult. Something as simple as piercing your ears is jaw dropping to them if you’re a kid. ⭐ On her home planet, people aren’t considered adults until age 20 ⭐ Her people’s life expectancy is around 100-110 ⭐ Her people are also known for doing some funky fun hair stuff. Lots of elaborate braids, curling, and such. Shaving down parts of the head and even the whole head used to be really popular, and is now making a comeback in their mainstream culture. Shaving the entire head is seen as a sign of rebellion or mourning, depending on the context. ⭐ Animal motifs are The Thing in their fashion, particularly birds atm, as they are associated with power and royalty thanks to Merla’s affinity for them. So feathers, things shaped like wings, things with wing patterns on them, etc, are in. ⭐ The average adult of their species is about 6′1.5

Merla HCs ⭐ Age 23 at debut ⭐ 6��0 ⭐ Call her vulture ugly and she will fight you ⭐ Her bird is named Onyx ⭐ She raised that bird from the minute he hatched ⭐ Her telepathic abilities only extend to making people want to do things and getting a vague idea of what someone is thinking about at any given moment. She can’t truly force someone to do something and if she uses too much power she gets migraines. ⭐ She gets along better with animals than with people ⭐ Big Lesbian ⭐ Kala from Voltron Force is her older sister but Merla thinks she died a long time ago ⭐ Merla also has a sister 8 years younger than her named Dyla ⭐ Merla herself actually has a rare pigmentation issue. Her whole color palette is much paler than normal. She’s like an albino of her species in a way. ⭐ Merla has multiple piercings, including several in either ear, a septum piercing, and snake bites. She used to have a tongue piercing but then she got her tongue split and it’s kinda hard to have both ⭐ As for tattoos, she also has more than one, but some are more important than others. On her chest she has vulture wings around an “angel eater,” a flower that, in her culture, means “don’t get too cocky, ya lil shit, you’re still mortal.” On the inside of her right bicep she has an old proverb, “the river goes, and with it the stones.” It means that, yeah, people can make you promises, but ultimately as life goes on things could change and the only person you can really count on is yourself. ⭐ Heart breaker. She doesn’t like getting into actual relationships, she finds them... messy. So when she finds someone she actually likes she dips. And as a Queen needing to one day provide an heir, this is troublesome. ⭐ Merla had a good relationship with one mother and a bad relationship with the other. One, Arella, was a kind hearted woman, who died due to complications having her 3rd child. Merla calls her “mother.” Her other parent was a cold woman who was only interested in herself. Merla simply refers to her as “that woman” or by her first name, Zenaran. ⭐ Dyla was born prematurely, but even if she was carried to term she still would have been a sickly child. To this day she is a very delicate girl, who Merla will protect at all costs. She stands at 5′5, four inches shorter than what’s average for her age. ⭐ Merla herself had complications relating to her birth, but Dyla got everything she had, then some, and dialed up. ⭐ Unlike Dyla and Merla, Kala had no issues in regards to her health and birth. Not only that, but she hardly resembles her other two sisters. This has led to rumors that perhaps the three sisters don’t all share the same two parents, but that Kala is actually a half sibling to Dyla and Merla. ⭐ For several reasons, Merla refuses to acknowledge these rumors and has made no effort to look into them. ⭐ Dyla has not left the safety of their home palace in many years, and hasn’t been off-planet since her toddler years. ⭐ Kala and Merla were close. Kala expected the very best of her little sister, and always pushed her to succeed. ⭐ Mama Arella was a usually kind woman who lacked a backbone, but it’s rumored that she slept around outside her marriage and Merla, despite not really wanting to think about it, also has suspicions in regards to her mother’s faithfulness. ⭐ Arella was monochromatic, having black hair and grey skin. She looked like an old school cartoon character come to life. ⭐ Zenaran, much like her wife, wasn’t very faithful. However, she didn’t bother to hide it. As the one of royal blood, she was the one of higher status and could pretty much get away with whatever she wanted. Plus being an execution happy tyrant also helped. ⭐ Zenaran had long, dark red hair and blue-grey skin. ⭐ Kala is 2 years older than Merla and bore a striking resemblance to Zenaran, with dark red hair and blue-grey skin. ⭐ Dyla, age 15, is a bright and kind girl, despite her rough start to life. She has white hair and dark grey skin. ⭐ Dyla and Merla have an odd relationship. Merla is, on one hand, very much devoted to her little sister, but on the other, dismissive of the younger girl’s thoughts and wishes. She sees Dyla as fragile and incapable of taking care of herself, thus needing constant supervision and someone to make decisions for her. Dyla, though she understands where her sister is coming from, grows increasingly frustrated. ⭐ There is only one person alive who knows the origin of Merla’s powers, and it’s the woman who Arella had an affair with. ⭐ Dyla also has powers like Merla’s, but aside from the Muses teaching her how to rein them in, she doesn’t really know how to use them.

Muses HCs ⭐ The Muses of Norn weren’t kidnapped, they came with Merla willingly ⭐ She sought them out in hopes of learning to control her telepathy ⭐ Now it’s just. Merla and her squad of pretty girls. Sappho and her gal pals. ⭐ The Muses of Norn are named Thetis, Sura, Ceralean, Penelope, Era, Josephine, and Melody. ⭐ Thetis is 22 and the leader of the muses. She stands at 5′5 with blue hair and eyes, and a light brown complexion. She is associated with leadership and honorable conduct. ⭐ Sura is Thetis’s younger sister, age 21. She has redish-pink hair and blue eyes and is 5′6. Her complexion, like her sister’s, is light brown but dotted with freckles. She’s the muscle in their team. She is associated with sportsmanship, combat, and strength. ⭐ Ceralean, age 21, functions as second in command. She’s the analytical type. She’s ghostly pale, with dark blue eyes and hair, standing at 5′4. She is associated with academia. ⭐ Penelope is the oldest at 25 and is the mother hen of the team. Blonde, brown eyes, stands at 5′11, and has a lightly tanned complexion. She is associated with domestically, crops, and the changing of seasons. ⭐ Era, age 23. She has red-brown hair, dark pink eyes, dark brown skin, and stands at 5′7. She is associated with liberation, freewill, and is considered the protector of young women. ⭐ Josephine is the youngest at 17. She’s a little bratty, but they love her anyway. She has black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, and stands at 5′2. She is associated with childhood, rebirth, joy, and is considered the protector of children. ⭐ Melody, age 19, is the quiet, soft one. Stands at 5′5 with blonde hair and green eyes, and a fair complexion. She is associated with the fine arts and humility. ⭐ Note that they haven’t aged since the became muses, so they’re all technically much older than their physical age. ⭐ The Muses were once mortal women, who ascended to a sort of deity-type status. ⭐ Although the Muses cannot age or die of old age, they can still be killed. ⭐ Thetis, Sura, and Ceralean have a strong, familial type bond, despite the fact that the 3rd isn’t actually blood related to the first two. Sura and Ceralean butt heads often, and Thetis has to play mediator. ⭐ Sura and Era tend to be a bit more loose canon than the other muses. They get into all kinds of trouble together. ⭐ Ceralean is rather protective of Melody and in turn, Melody has a bit of a crush on her.

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femganronpa · 5 years ago

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Hi! Could i ask a medieval au where Miu, Celeste and Kaede are princesses and they slowly fall in love with their fem personal knight?

Aaa this was so interesting and fun! I hope it’s okay that I went wild with them; they got kind of long ^^’ –Mod Mikan

MIU

· Princess Miu is probably the most troublesome young royal the court has had in quite some time. She’s always running around shoving her nose into people’s business, commandeering supplies for her inventions, and testing them out on unsuspecting commoners.

· Honestly, she’s bound to get into some real trouble sooner or later, so she’s given a personal knight to defend her if she gets into any scrapes or, God forbid, assassination attempts.

· She thinks the whole thing is stupid and mostly ignores you at first, but instead of talking to herself while she works like she usually does, she finds herself talking to you, even though you don’t really understand what she’s saying most of the time.

· Your duty as a knight to the Princess is pretty slow; there’s not much action, so you take it upon yourself to take care of her in other ways. Make sure she gets enough rest, because she’s resistant to sleep, and make sure she eats well and drinks enough water.

· It’s not long before she starts talking to you like a person rather than a sounding board, and she asks you about your knighthood. She’s intrigued by all the stories you have to tell about your adventures, and she finds herself really noticing how attracted she is to you under that horrible (her words) clothing and armor.

· Miu has never had many friends, partially due to her demeanor and partially due to her status, but she considers you to be her best friend. She still doesn’t quite understand the point of having a personal knight, but she’s glad she has you around.

· Of course, there is a point to it, and her foul behavior comes back to bite her in the ass eventually. You notice the archer hiding in the bushes just before they loose the arrow, and while you don’t have time to stop them, you do have time to block the shot.

· You manage to knock the assassin out cold before paying any mind to the arrow in your shoulder, which with your bad luck managed to sneak in between your pauldron and your breast plate.

· Miu is crying as she calls a carriage to get you back to the castle for treatment. You tell her it’s not that bad even as you’re a bit woozy from the pain, but she’s practically inconsolable the whole ride back, and you’re a little too out of it to calm her down.

· Her face is still wet when she comes to sit at your bedside after the arrow is removed. “You can’t be my knight anymore,” she says. “I’ll find a new one.”

· You blink in surprise. Just when you’d really gotten close to her she wants you gone? It hurts, but you don’t want to make a scene about it.

· “I understand,” you say. “I’m sorry I failed you. I should have seen the assassin sooner than I did.”

· “What?” Miu scowls. “I don’t give a damn about that! You could have died!” Her voice shakes as she continues speaking. “I can’t let that happen again.”

· Oh.

· She leans over your bed to kiss you, and she’s blushing furiously when she pulls away. “I…care about you, you know.”

· She decides to keep you on as her knight when you explain that this was the least dangerous job you’d ever had, but not before vowing to stay as far away from trouble as she could if it meant you’d be safer.

CELESTE

· Princess Celeste insisted on having a personal knight—it was her right as a royal, after all—and to find the perfect candidate, she holds an elaborate series of tests and contests for knights all over the kingdom to compete in.

· The idea of working for the royal family is too lucrative to pass up, so of course you make the long trip to the castle to try your hand against the other knights. You don’t have high expectations, but you are rather skilled, so there’s no harm in trying.

· The Princess perks up as soon as you enter the courtyard to introduce yourself. She hadn’t expected to see someone like you at this event, and she’s immediately intrigued by you. She makes a note to pay close attention to how you perform in the tournaments.

· You rank high in jousting and dueling, but you’re bested by one other knight in unarmed combat. You expect that person to be chosen over you, as they also placed high in the other contests, but Celeste appears on the balcony of the castle and announces that you, S/O, will be her sworn and loyal knight.

· It’s a formal job, and you don’t want to mess it up, but you’re so curious—a few days later, as you’re accompanying her on a stroll through the gardens, you ask why she chose you rather than the knight who beat you.

· She smirks a little. “He was a big, hulking beast,” she says. “I doubt he even bathes. I would much rather have a pretty thing like you by my side.”

· You’re glad she’s occupied with picking roses from a bush with her back turned to you, because you’ve never blushed so hard in your life. You aren’t used to being complimented in your line of work—you’re usually put down for your looks, really—but Celeste says those things so shamelessly that you don’t know how to respond to it.

· In fact, she’s started complimenting you a lot, and if you didn’t know better you’d think she’s developing feelings for you, but you quickly shake off the idea. She must flirt with everyone like this, right? There’s no way she feels that way about you.

· She does, though, and she makes that clear when she begins asking you to stay in her room with her at night, where she steals secret kisses and even invites you into her bed to cuddle.

· You carry on a secret relationship for a while, knowing you’ll get into trouble if anyone found out you were involved with the Princess. It’s frustrating sometimes, but you love being with her in the quiet, private moments you get.

· One day, she sits down with you and tells you she wants to come out about being with you. You start telling her you’re afraid it will blow back on her, but she simply holds up her hand to stop you.

· “If it affects my status, so be it,” she says. “You are too important to me to hide any longer. I will take my chances with the rest of the court.”

· “All right,” you say. “But…you know they may remove me from your service if they think this is inappropriate.”

· “I would like to see them try.” She caresses your cheek and smiles at you. “If they do force you to leave? Well, I will leave with you.”

· You can’t believe she’d be willing to gamble her royal birthright just to be with you, but she’s deadly serious. She hadn’t quite intended to fall in love with you, but she has, and she isn’t going to let anything stand in the way of your relationship.

KAEDE

· Princess Kaede’s parents hire you to watch out for her as she’s getting older and engaging with the public more. They warn you that it’ll likely be a slow job as Kaede is so well liked by the kingdom, but they’d rather be safe than sorry.

· You assure them you’re all right with this; you love being a knight, but you’re more a fan of the quieter aspects. You just haven’t had a cushy job until now, so you have quite a few scars from previous contracts. If anyone does want to try anything, they’ll probably think twice before doing it.

· When you first meet the Princess, you find her in the oratory sitting at a harpsichord, and she’s playing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. When she finishes the piece, she turns around and smiles at you, and God, she’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, too.

· You immediately try to quash any feelings you might develop for her—this is a professional relationship, after all—but they keep sneaking back up on you. You can’t help it; the more time you spend with her, the more you fall in love with her.

· She makes you feel like you’re part of the family, but you’re careful not to overstep any bounds, as you know the King and Queen don’t see you that way. You’re just an employee to them.

· Kaede spends most of her time at the harpsichord, where you’re not needed for her protection, but she often invites you to sit with her while she plays. She enjoys your company regardless of your service.

· She also joins you and the court’s other knights in your training sometimes, at least the training that isn’t too dangerous! Her family thinks it’s strange, but she’ll go with you to practice horsemanship and go hunting whenever she’s free. She’s not very good at it, but she tells you she just likes spending time with you and learning about what life is like for you.

· You think it’s great that she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty, and as you get closer you’ll often collapse in bed together after a long, tiring day to laugh about how she accidentally mounted a horse backwards (“Well, I’d like to see you try riding sidesaddle!”) or how you tried to show off with one of the hunting falcons only for him to beat you over the head with his wing (“I swear he’s never done that before!”)

· She invites you to more and more of her duties as well, like sitting in on meetings and formal dance lessons. It’s not really your thing, but any time spent with Kaede is time well spent!

· The dance lessons in particular pay off, because as the summer ball held at the castle every year approaches, she asks you to go with her as her partner. You really didn’t expect this, but of course you agree!

· The two of you have fun sharing hors d’oeuvres and dancing late into the night. You go back to her room afterward and stay up talking even longer until you’re both so sleepy you’re practically about to pass out.

· “You know, S/O…I think I’m in love with you,” she says quietly, as if she’s just realizing this. You think you’ve misheard her at first, but then she leans in for a chaste kiss and curls up next to you to fall asleep.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #miu iruma #celestia ludenberg #kaede akamatsu #dr1 #ndrv3 #au #mod mikan #Anonymous

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renaissanceduroi-archive · 4 years ago

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Should I make Malva her own blog or put her on my upcoming multimuse @llightofruin ?

poll!

Here is the rough draft of her bio under the cut:

Name: Malva Lavatera

Age: 31

Birthday: November 28th

Zodiac: Sagittarius sun, leo rising, capricorn moon

Gender: Cis female, she/her

Sexuality: Lesbian (mostly closeted)

Romantic orientation: Lesbian; polyamorous

Hometown: Lumiose City

Currently resides: Lumiose City

Ethnicity: Half Kalosian, half Kantonian

Languages: Kalosian (native), Kantonian/Hoennian (native), Unovan (fluent), Galarian (fluent), Sinnohan (beginner). She likes languages.

Titles: Elite Four Member, Flare Officer, Lead Reporter

Appearance:

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 130

Build: Curvy, thin

Eyes: Brown; wears orange contacts

Hair: Brown; dyes pink

Skin: Light, pink undertone, clear

Attire: x

Accessories: orange stud earrings, glasses that glint orange

Markings: a few random freckles here and there. Fairly sizable burn mark on her left thigh from an accident with her torkoal.

Body mods: Lip filler, microbladed eyebrows.

Tattoos: tramp stamp of the outline of a female pyroar

Pokemon: pyroar torkoal chandeleur talonflame mega houndoom

Traits:

Chaotic neutral

Loyal… when it benefits her. She is loyal to Lysandre because they are very good friends and she believes in flare, however, if anything truly went wrong she would leave

Does actually kind of have a moral compass. But she values herself first, unless there is a very strong moral argument against it.

Bio:

Early life and family:

Grew up the oldest daughter of an affluent and well-connected family

Has two younger sisters who are each also successful -- they own a salon together, one doing hair and the other doing makeup

But she wanted to be the most successful because shes the oldest and is also just like that

Family’s wealth is in the perfume industry. Father is a professional parfumier; mother used to be a handbag designer but quit and is just a trophy wife. Malva kinda resents her for this because she values work. Also resents that her mother smokes cigarettes because it taints the smell of the pure perfume of the house.

Family is loosely connected to lysandre’s. But lysandre and his brother are older than her enough that they didnt really interact when young. The families would be at the same parties or dinners, but were never very close friends.

Was also family friends with diantha

Have a summer home in kiloude

Was the mean popular one

Kept her sexuality secret throughout school because she wanted to remain popular and perfect. Slept around with a lot of guys even though she didn’t want to. Like dated quarterback kind of thing. But hooked up with some friends secretly, including cheating on her boyfriend.

Still hasn’t come out professionally. Only close friends know.

Did highschool journalism, yearbook, morning announcements, newspaper. Ran a not-so-secret unofficial gossip column.

Also wanted to be a super strong pokemon trainer. Not for the glory of following the gym challenge but for her own satisfaction of beating people and being better than them. She chose fire types because they are powerful, flashy, and leave a lasting burn. Nepotism informed her rise to the Elite Four, but she was also strong enough in battle and willpower to do so.

Young adulthood and career beginnings:

Went to school for journalism. Graduated early, age 21. Right out of college got in the Holo Caster door early. Nepotismmmm got her into lysandre labs right as the holo caster was launching; did an internship there in the publicity and marketing department, learned about the holo caster, was like hot damn i gotta get in on this. Pitched the idea of using the holo caster as a tool for news reporting to lysandre, he was like hell yeah, and it only went up from there. The Holo Caster was an immediate success, so Malva was as well.

She got her start in professional reporting through the holo caster, but now also works for the main tv new station in all of kalos, Kalos National Broadcasting Corporation KNBC.

Team Flare:

Team Flare was started by Lysandre 3 years after the Holo Caster’s launch. By this time, Malva has grown from a trusted colleague to a good friend of Lysandre’s. He admired her drive, passion, fiery attitude, and willingness to do whatever it takes to climb to the top. He knew that by pitching Flare to her in the correct way -- selling it as a path to success, layering her with compliments, speaking of beauty -- would hook her, and it did. She wanted to be part of -- no, lead something bigger than herself, so it was an easy sell. Malva has been working on Team Flare with Lysandre since the beginning. Together they picked out a fancy title for her: Z-Level Commanding Officer???

In Flare, she deals in secrets. She keeps tabs on everything and everyone, both within and outside of the organization. If an officer acts inappropriately, she is the first to know, and the first to properly handle such situations -- unless the offence is egregious enough to let Lysandre handle it. She keeps tabs on Kalosian and global news, but more importantly seeks out what is not being reported in mainstream media.

#ooc #sorry for all the ooc!!!!!

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joshslater · 5 years ago

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Willpower

I was contacted by someone named William who asked me to dictate some changes for him. He felt he needed some sort of transformation, and put the directions in someone else’s hands. He didn’t have any specific direction in mind, and he still had goals and commitments of his own, so it shouldn’t be too drastic and not prevent him from going on with his normal life. Boring? I don’t think so.

I think this is a good opportunity to set up a few things, to make changes that are beneficial both for his public and experimental persona. “I do today what others won’t, so I can do tomorrow what others can’t”. With this set of rules he can be a better version of Will during the day, and explore what direction to take Liam evenings and weekends.

Exercise: Frequency is more important than intensity or duration. It’s compelling to go for an ultra hard workout once a week, to have it over with. It doesn’t actually make health sense, or produce as much gains as a lower effort, more frequent commitment. Beside, I want the social side effects of carrying gym clothes, of being seen at the gym, getting recognized, getting friends there. For this level 1 set of rules it doesn’t really matter exactly how the time is spent.

Rule 1: “Exercise (at least) half an hour three times a week at a public/commercial place, with (at least) a rest day in between each. A minimum of 15 min cardio and 15 min weight or body weight per occasion.”

Diet: In many ways a good diet is more important than exercise, and it certainly has a bigger impact on your looks if you’re starting from zero. It’s also hard to change, so we’re not doing too much crazy here for this level 1 set of rules. Besides a few simple common sense rules, every day should start with oats. Oats in most forms is a water soluble fiber that keeps blood sugar even, thus fights hunger, and does wonders on its way out of the body. I would suggest half a cup of cut oats and one cup of water, pinch of salt, microwave for 1-2 minutes. Serve with milk or almond milk or jam or sliced fruit or all of it, or replace the water with juice or any other liquid. I don’t care. What matters are oats.

Rule 2: “Start every day with oats. Drink only tea, coffee or water, unless a social event. Never eat candy or snacks alone.”

(Yes, I know that’s like 3-4 actual rules, but it’s no different than the “ten” commandments)

Grooming: So the requirements are a professional look that would also translate into different personas, be they jock, gymrat, scally, twink, whatever. As with the previous rules there should be enough flexibility that it can fit into many schedules and preferences, so let’s focus on just one thing, the hair. Make a rule that still allows for lots of different styles, from completely shaved, fusey bowl, to french crop, undercuts, fades and high and tight.

Rule 3: “Keep the sides of the head at least machine short. Cut at least every four weeks.”

Attire: Aside from far out body mods, the clothes you wear is how you mainly project your status and current mind set. This is where “dress for the job you want”, comes from. But it also allows for a projection of intentional disregard of rules, like a tuxedo and T-shirt. Depending on what and how this can be perceived as anything from nonchalance, cluelessness or youthfulness to disruptive or arrogance.

Let’s use shoes. If you show up to a meeting in suit it creates totally different impressions if you wear flip flops or combat boots. Let’s pick a more generic direction and go with sneakers. It’s conspicuous, but not outrageously inappropriate. You can easily explain it away with some problem with your tow nails, and people will both understand and stop wanting to hear more. But let’s push it a bit further than some canvas Vans. Let’s go for something obviously athletic or “street” in leather (synthetic or real).

Rule 4: “Sneakers should be the only shoes used, both for daily and formal occasions”

Finally a set of rules like this should have a little spice. Something that is hidden but a constant reminder that the rules are in effect. In a directly personal scenario it would be a locked chain, chastity device, a tattoo, a branding, a piercing. For this list I don’t want anything permanent or any hard commitments. Just something that is easy to follow.

Rule 5: “All new underwear should be red briefs or boxer briefs, preferably with white trim.”

Let’s see how long he manage to stick to it.

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firewoodfigs · 5 years ago

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we might be made of scars, but we’ll be alright

read on ao3 | song: miho fukuhara, let it out

For @royaiweek day 3: old wounds - thank you mods!! 💕 y’all are amazing ✨

(a/n: it’s my first time trying out the “5+1 things” tag, and I thought I’d experiment with another writing style again xD feedback, as always, is greatly appreciated! <3)

“This one had it coming, this one found a vein This one was an accident, but never gave me pain This one was my father's, and this one you can't see This one had me scared to death But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead” - Stone Sour, Made of Scars

Lieutenant Hawkeye traces the long scar on the back of her calf idly as she changes out of her military uniform. It’s coloured a faded, nostalgic pink, and it reminds her of the innocent childhood that she shares with the Colonel.

She’d gotten it from a bad fall when she was only twelve, and her father’s apprentice had been terribly worried when he witnessed her limping back home. He had rushed over immediately with a first aid kit in hand, before propping her gently on the couch as he pleaded with her to let him take care of it.

It was hard to say no to such an earnest face like his. Having already suffered enough from the long walk back home, Riza wanted nothing more than to rest at that point. Eventually, she relented, though with a hint of distrust.

Because they weren’t even friends then, and what business did he have being so nice -?

“It might hurt,” Roy whispered before dabbing the damp gauze pad on her wound.

Hydrogen peroxide on open wounds, of course, stung like hell. But for every wince, every grimace, he’d responded with a soft apology, whispering soothing platitudes as he worked on the gaping wound meticulously to avoid causing her further pain.

It was the first time Riza had felt a touch so tender and kind.

Even then, his compassion hadn’t stopped there. After he was done with the bandages he had practically ordered her to bed and appointed himself as head chef despite her objections.

“You can’t be moving around like that,” he said, ushering her into her room while lending his shoulder for support. He had helped her - much to her abashment, and much to his amusement - onto her bed, before commanding her to stay put while he prepared dinner. She obliged reluctantly, fiddling with her blanket while waiting for him.

Not too long after, he came back with a bowl of hot stew and a delighted, affable smile.

“Thank you, Mister Mustang,” she said shyly.

Roy frowned. “Please don’t call me that. Just… just call me Roy?”

She politely refused, telling him that it would be terribly inappropriate to do so, but something between them had changed. Any tension that might have existed previously was beginning to dissolve, and Riza was starting to treat him less like the plague.

Sensing this, Roy continued to stay by her side despite her proverbial disinclination for small talk, hoping to finally befriend the introverted blonde.

Over dinner, then, he’d regaled her with tales of his unfortunate misadventures with alchemy when he first started out and silly jokes that he often made with his sisters. In turn, she had reciprocated with reserved laughters and hunting mishaps of her own and a budding trust.

In the end, the injury became an insignia of when her loneliness ended, and when their friendship started.

ii.

Then, of course, there were the scars on her back that contained deadly secrets, prolix poems and meaningless apologies. To an alchemist, the intricate, complex array might have been beautiful. A transfiguration of sorts, even.

To Riza, though, it was nothing but disfiguration in its purest, most unadulterated form. Engraved within were memories of pain and abuse and estrangement, and she would have honestly appreciated being able to live without a daily reminder of those.

He had known he was dying, even before Roy returned from the military, and had called this his parting gift. To her, to an apprentice worthy of its power, to the world. Donatio mortis causa.

Riza thought it was the furthest thing from a present - it was her father’s curse to her, and it would haunt her even after his death.

And when he’d finally passed… Riza had been terrified to show it to Roy.

It wasn’t so much that she didn’t trust him, but - would anger consume him at the realisation that her father had done this to her? God forbid - would he think of her as ugly, marred? Would he still think of her as desirable?

But he was the chosen one; the one that her father had deemed worthy of learning flame alchemy. Ultimately, her desire to assist his goals, his wonderful dreams and ambitions for the future and for the country had outweighed whatever trivialities that might have deterred her from doing so.

With trembling hands, thus, she had unbuttoned her cardigan to reveal the array to him. He’d been speechless. There was a silence that lingered in the thin, dusty air of the Hawkeye manor, but before it could persist he had crossed the distance between them in two long strides.

“Riza,” he whispered. Her hands weren’t the only ones trembling - his hands were, too. She felt it when he rested them on the planes on her back, tracing the grooves of her spine reverently, affectionately.

The trembling hadn’t stopped even when he circled his arms around her waist to bring her into a warm embrace. He had whispered apologies onto her shoulder, then. Blamed himself for not being there to stop his teacher, her father, from doing this to her, for leaving her alone to deal with this. It was a sincere apology, unlike the ones inscribed onto her skin.

Suddenly, the weight on her back had felt a little lighter - perhaps from a burden shared, or from his sweet reassurances.

Either way, Riza remembers it as the night where her trust in him had developed into full bloom.

iii.

Eventually, though, Riza comes to learn that psychological wounds ached more than physical ones. The latter was temporary, but the former - hell, they were indelible, inescapable. This much was heavily reinforced, at least, by the horrors of war that they had encountered during their time in Ishval.

She’d told her superior officer that a gun was good, because it didn’t leave the feeling of a person dying in her hands. It was a partial lie. One that she was willing to let slip from her mouth placidly if it meant that she could be by his side and utilise her gun as a tool for protection, rather than murder and war and genocide.

Because no matter how much she scrubbed her hands after in the sink, she realised that she could never wash away the red on her hands. While the distance between her and her unfortunate victims meant that blood had never fallen on her hands, the entire experience had stained her soul a deep crimson.

It warped her heart; her conscience and morality, and it was a burden that she - no, they - would carry to their graves.

Nonetheless, Riza finds herself sending a short prayer of thanks to any god willing to hear from a wretched sinner like her as she stares at Roy’s peaceful sleeping form. Dreamless slumbers like these were uncommon for the Flame Alchemist, the Hero of Ishval, but it seemed like they were getting increasingly frequent as they progressed along further with the project after the Promised Day.

(Of course, neither of them had come to forgive themselves entirely. They probably never would - for their burdens and sins and iniquities still remained, and would linger on to their very last breaths.)

But their work of atonement and reparation had assuaged their consciences somewhat, even if only marginally. Roy, most of all, deserved this brief respite. He’d been working himself to the bone ever since he regained his vision, and she found herself having to play the role of babysitter less and less.

Riza allows a subtle smile to cross her stern features as she drapes his coat over his tired frame before returning to her paperwork.

iv.

After the war came the burns on her back. They’re splattered across her upper back in irregular splotches of pink; etched with guilt and reluctance and self-reproach.

To say that asking Roy to burn her back was difficult would be a gross understatement. He had already endured enough, and to ask him to use the power bestowed upon him to burn even more skin was akin to putting him through another round of purgatory.

Riza was disinclined to repeat his suffering, but she needed it. Desperately. She couldn’t bear the thought of creating another Flame Alchemist, and the array was literally a back-breaking burden. She’d begged him once, twice before he relented. Very unwillingly.

They’d gone back together to Tobha to do it, back to the now-decrepit Hawkeye estate that held an eerie resemblance to a haunted mansion. In some ways, it was poetically fitting - ending it where it had first begun. The estate bore apparitions of their innocence, their childhood memories, but now it would bear the ghost of flame alchemy as well.

Riza came to learn, then, that whatever she’d conceived of as pain from having hydrogen peroxide dab at an open wound paled in comparison to fire searing her skin. It took all of her willpower to not scream, but she withheld the urge to do so. Even if it meant biting her lips, digging her nails into her palms until they bled.

Like he had once done when they were children, Roy was quick to come to her aid. He came with water ice-cold and embraces lovingly-warm; painkillers and repeated apologies and constant reassurances.

Riza manages to respond to all of this with reminders of forgiveness through her pain. Because for the first time since the needle had met her skin, since the war, she’d felt free. Liberated.

Libera me.

Roy had allowed her to be Riza Hawkeye - her own person, her own being - instead of just the bearer of a lethal, fatal secret that could kill thousands. Despite how much it pained them both to burn her back, she's never been more grateful.

Had she murmured her thanks, her apologies? Riza’s not quite sure. The memories after are a blur. She only remembers passing out in Roy’s arms and the tender, apologetic kiss on her forehead before unconsciousness had dawned upon her like a comforting blanket to stave away the unbearable pain.

The cold water falling on her skin in the shower reminds her of his warmth after the flames had died down. Riza can’t help but laugh slightly at the distant memory.

It’s ironic - Roy lives up to his moniker for reasons more than one.

v. / vi.

But none of the scars she’s sustained throughout her life can compare to the ones they’d gotten from The Promised Day.

The only comfort through all the hell they had endured was probably the fact that they were now lumped together in the same hospital room. Nonetheless, the quiet solitude of night-time is filled with unspoken apologies and unshed tears. It’s unbearable. Roy can feel the guilt radiating off every fibre of her being despite his blindness, despite the distance separating them -

- and so he orders his subordinate to come over.

Hesitantly, Riza complies. She crawls into his bed cautiously, careful not to jostle the wounds on his hands. They mark her failure. Roy was nearly killed before her very eyes, and she’d been powerless to stop it as the sword pierced through his palms. She wants to cry, wants to wail out loud and mourn for his loss of sight, for how useless she had been in the face of it all -

- but her vocal cords are strained. The only thing that escapes her throat is a soundless sob. Riza forces herself to hold in her tears - you don’t deserve to cry, no, stop - but Roy knows. He knows her like the back of his hand, and so even if she’s temporarily mute he can already hear what she’s going to say; even if he’s blind he can see the tears beginning to glimmer in her ochre eyes.

With a bandaged hand he carefully finds her face and caresses it tenderly. “It’s not your fault, Riza,” he whispers.

There’s a wetness to her cheeks now, like it’s raining. “Please don’t blame yourself,” he murmurs. “If anything, all the fault’s mine.”

As if to reinforce his point, his fingers make their way down - to her jaw, and then to the dressing on her neck. A sigh escapes his lips as he traces the scar underneath, remorse and regret dripping from his fingertips.

“No -” Riza croaks. Not your fault, Roy.

“If it’s not my fault, then how could it ever be yours?”

She’s silent again. There’s so much she wants to say - I’m so sorry, Roy, I should have been there, should have done something, can you ever forgive me, I was so afraid to lose you - but the wound renders it impossible.

Regardless, they’ve always had a knack for understanding each other, even without words or eye signals.

He searches for her face again, using it to guide his lips to her forehead. “Not your fault,” Roy says once more for added emphasis. His voice is louder than a whisper this time. It’s filled with conviction and relief and affection, and in their close proximity he can’t help but press a chaste kiss on her messy fringe.

“I was so afraid of losing you, Riza. Nothing scared me more than seeing you bleed on the ground, watching you almost… almost dying.”

They’re both crying uncontrollably now.

“But you’re alive, and that’s all that matters. I might never get my sight back, but I have the Hawk’s Eye with me,” he manages to quip through his sobs. “With you by my side, I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine, Riza. As long as we’re together.”

Riza manages a slight nod under his chapped lips, before reaching for his hand to place a gentle kiss on it. It’s a soothing salve to the dull ache underneath and a promise, a vow. I’ll always be with you, Roy.

Roy retracts his hand to wrap his arms around her, pulling her body to his chest in a tight, haphazard embrace. Riza feels his heart beating against hers, all life and strength and fervor, and she thinks he’s right.

“We’ll be alright, Riza. I promise.”

#royai #royaiweek20 #royai fic #royai fanfic #royaiweek #young royai #ishval #post-promised day #fma #listen I was listening to let it out while writing this and crying #especially at the last part #HAHAHAHA

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thebeauregardbros · 5 years ago

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LFRP: Alus Beauregard | Crystal Server

THE BASICS ––– –– –

Occupation: Free Paladin | Field Medic | Café Proprietor

Hobbies: Fashion | Tea Brewing | Pastry Creation | Jewelry Making | Reading Faerie Tales

Race: Miqo’te (Sunseeker Descent)

Sexuality/Romance: Asexual / Panromantic

Relationship Status: Single; never married

Languages: Eorzean | Common. Understands all languages; possesses The Echo.

Alignment: Neutral Good

PERSONAL ––– –– –

Alias: “Alice” (💢)

Residence: The Goblet, Ward 8 : Sultana’s Breath Apartments; Wing 1; Apartment #21

Place of Work: Café Nobilitea: Lavender Beds Ward 20, Lot #8 | Anywhere his Eorzean Grand Company sends him.

Birthplace: ??? (Grew up in Eorzea; particularly in the Thanalan area)

Fears: Slugs | Failing to keep his comrades safe | Failing to save his enemies from themselves

APPEARANCE ––– –– –

Height: “Tall for a miqo’te” (5′8″/173cm)

Build: Barrel-chested, muscular; untoned muscles | Long legs, wide shoulders, slender hips.

Age: Unknown; nameday 20 yrs ago. Approximately 23 summers old.

Gender: Male

Skin tone: Tan; Gold Undertone

Eye color: Heterochromia; Deep Fuschia (Right) | Golden Yellow (Left)

Hair color: Golden Blonde

Body Mods: Pierced ears.

Distinguishing Marks: [SPOILER] Large amounts of large-scale bruises and scars all over his body. They are almost always covered up with his clothing. There are no visible scars on his face, neck, or hands.

Common Accessories: Large amounts of gold jewelry; Excessive rings, bracelets, pocket watch chains, earrings, tiaras, circlets, crowns | Large amounts of fresh and/or fake flowers; On his lapel, coming out of his pockets, warn as a flower crown, tucked in his hair, tucked amongst the buttons on his outfits, etc.

BODY LANGUAGE ––– –– –

Walk: Excellent posture; he carries his upper body with strength, while his legs nearly cross in his stride like an elegant female runway model.

Voice: His voice is often strong, clear, deep, and commanding, with the slightest hinge of huskiness. While off-guard, however, his voice cracks into a higher pitched and goofier voice. His quiet tones are very soft and sweet, like a warm fuzzy blanket wrapping you up in it on a cold winter’s night. (Voiceclaim/reference: Johnny Yong Bosch, particularly his roles as Vash from Trigun and Zero from Marvel vs. Capcom.)

Tics or Mannerisms: His speech consists of a shakepearian inspired word usage with a consistent disuse of contractions, similar to Urianger. | He tends to step-dance or become especially physically clumsy while nervous in social situations. | He will elegantly dodge all physical contact, even minor, unless he is comfortable enough with you to make the first contact.

Smell: Gardenia (Jasmine) / Cuttlebone dust

Posture: Constantly straight and erect; shoulders rolled back, chest out. Never looks truly relaxed, even while sitting. A model of good posture.

Disabilities: [SPOILER] Surface numbness on his scar tissue. Mild numbness in his left-hand fingertips.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– –– –

Romantic Partner: (None.)

Parents: Gwenneg Beauregard (Adoptive) (Deceased)

Siblings: Arc Beauregard (Twin Brother) (Alive)

Children: (None.)

Extended Family: (Unknown.)

Pets: Various unnamed wild songbirds and a fledgling Dodo that followed him home. He keeps feeding them, so they keep coming back, but he does not claim ownership of any of them. | He has also developed a relationship with a wild white horse he’s named Marion who consistently comes to his call. | His military-issued chocobo is named Erminia.

Other: Alus considers everyone he meets to be a friend.

PERSONALITY TRAITS ––– –– –

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Addictive / In Between / Nonaddictive

RP HOOKS ––– –– –

Café Nobilitea: Alus is the proprietor of a western-style teahouse with a distinct theme for elegance, royalty, and other-worldliness - His café is bright, full of flowers, and always playing soft kind-hearted piano music; the type of place a person could become lost in whence they’ve become tired of the grueling and dark outer world; a real heaven and haven. He often spends his free time there and enjoys sitting with his customers to get to know them.

Grand Company Militia: Alus is a very active member with the Eorzean grand companies in fighting against the Garlean empire and any other threats to the peace there might be upon the world. It’s very possible your character might have teamed up with him at some point in active duty.

The Prince on a White Horse: Alus patrols random fields often in order to keep the peace. Your character or someone your character knows might have been saved by the mysterious ‘Prince on a white horse’ while being attacked by bandits or beastmen, who oft leaves without giving his name.

A Fellow Warrior Of Light: Alus has helped out the Scions of the Seventh Dawn on occasion due to his status as a Warrior of Light; one of many.

LOOKING FOR ––– –– –

Long-Term ANYTHING!: Friendships, rivalries, casual familiarities, romances, anything. Alus has lived a long life without any PC RP interactions, and I feel his writing suffers for it. I want someone who will be there for the long run and get to know him. I want stories to develop. I want Alus to grow because of other people.

Open-minded villains!: Alus has the patience of a saint and will befriend the nastiest of criminals no matter what. Alus will stop them from directly committing serious crimes he may be there to witness (murder, kidnapping, robbery, etc.), but will ultimately be very forgiving and calm when dealing with these topics. He wants to genuinely make a connection with people he doesn’t understand and strives his best to soften anybody’s heart, no matter how hard. His ultimate goal is to change their ways for the better through patience and understanding.

Platonic flirts!: Alus has a lot of love to give and happy to give it to nearly everyone and anyone. He throws around the words ‘I love you’ quite easily, and if he is especially crushing on someone, he will hold their hands and hug them openly despite his normal dislike of physical touch. He is most happy when he has a large circle of queerplatonic relationships, but will be absolutely exclusive to their ‘steady’ when he has made that romantic commitment.

Distant family members!: Alus knows very little of the Beauregards; his adoptive father and surnamesake did not speak of them much. Alus is fascinated with Elezen culture and considers himself one of them. He would be incredibly happy to find anyone with the same last name who would welcome him to his adopted ancestor’s information.

ADVENTURE!: Once in awhile, let’s RP somewhere other than a unmoving place. Let’s RP in a dungeon. Let’s RP while doing gold saucer chores. Let’s RP while talking to random minor NPCs. Let’s RP while doing something other than just sitting! It can help a lot with improvisation and keep the creative juices flowing.

ABOUT THE MUN ––– –– –

Who I am: Hey, my name’s Will. I’m a 24 y/o prep cook living in Alaska. My family’s straight-up wiccan, I got 3 black cats, I love super flashy ridiculous fashion, 1980s comedies, and my favorite game’s Bayonetta. I’m a queer Aquarius with mild ADHD. Buddhism and pacifism are super important to me. I love the McElroys?? and uh. I yell in caps a lot. i WILL make you a playlist of music if you ask for recommendations, don’t fuckin tempt me. I’m a casual goofus fuck. here’s my ‘me’ tag on my personal,

Server: Balmung, Crystal Data Center

Time Zone: Alaska (GMT-8)

Availability: 11AM-2AM (subject to change)

Writing Style: Rapidfire! 95WPM. I like to RP just like I type normally - as thoughts pop up, I type ‘em, just like if I was talking. I’m not a big fan of waiting for turns; I have an anxiety disorder and that particularly makes me extremely anxious! However, I am happy to do short paragraph RP with you if we’ve been RPing long enough. Huge paragraph RP is 100% OK on Discord!

Platforms: In-game(preferred) or Discord.

Restrictions ––– –– –

No ERP!

No Permadeath! I really do not want to RP with anyone who intends to eventually kill off their character, either. This is a legitimate trigger for me.

RP Fighting...? I’ve never done this before. I’m not a fan of physical injury so it’s unlikely I would want to, either. But if the situation really calls for it, I’m open to learning. I will not allow you to permanently disfigure or disable my character - temporary injury is alright, but please talk to me about it first.

Mature Themes...? This is okay for me. Swearing, murder, prostitution, drugs.. I’m an adult! I don’t mind these themes being mentioned or being used as a backdrop to a prompt. Alus isn’t a fan of these things though! So just keep that in mind.

Sexual Assault...? For the most part, NO. However, a forceful kiss? An inappropriate touching that stops as soon as my character says no? Maybe. Ask me beforehand and be clear about what you’re thinking, no surprises.

More Info ––– –– –

Click here for Alus’ RP blog and all the memes and asks I’ve written for him!

tags;

@ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @mooglemeet

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ff14 #ffxiv lfrp #alus beauregard #crystal data center #meme

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castlevania-afterdark-imagines · 6 years ago

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Alucard, Trevor, and Carmila with a masochistic s/o

This request is a three-in-one combo of asks! A semi-anonymous threesome, if you will. Enjoy!

Alucard

It probably takes him a little while to warm up to this. He’s always been used to reserving his strengths for combat so the first time he accidentally pulls his s/o’s hair a little too sharply in bed and they just unravel around him he’s both completely undone and mildly panicked.

Then he noticed how excited they’d get when he went quiet, prowling up on them and forcing them into a corner with his body. He could hear their rushing heartbeat peak when he grabbed them, delighted by their small squeak when he reached behind them to dig his claws into their ass.

Maybe there was a safe line where he could be wholly himself…

Is the type of dom to check in frequently, watching his s/o’s eyes carefully for any hint of “too much”. When that look never happens and he can push just that little bit farther he praises them, moaning his own appreciation in their ear.

Bitey, very bitey. He loves leaving mark anywhere he can, though never easily visible. His favorite spots being the inside of his s/o’s thighs, so when they walk he knows they’re still feeling him there.

Sometimes he’ll hold back just to rile his partner up though, waiting till they’re practically screaming before giving them what they want, forcing them down and fucking them mercilessly in whatever position he’s forced them into.

Takes the time to unwind his s/o after their nightly romp, massaging out their muscles and purring when they groan under his firm hands.

Carmilla

You literally described her ideal partner right there.

She likes that she doesn’t have to be 100% careful with them all the time. A slip of a fang, a kiss that’s a little too rough, she loves hearing their whimpers when things turn harsh.

She also gives exactly zero fucks who is able to hear when she hunts down her s/o.

She’ll have them pinned against the wall, face against the cold stone, breathing against their neck while a few guards quickly scatter.

She’d be two fingers deep inside them, her s/o perched on their toes and groaning into the stonework.

She loves hearing then whine, purring against their neck before grazing over it with her fangs just enough to leave raised marks. Just a sample of what will come later.

Another favorite game of hers is catching her s/o off guard, walking by their side one minute, forcing them up against a wall by their throat the next. There is something very satisfactory about having someone appreciate the thrill of her vampiric powers instead of *just* screaming.

She never goes so far as to break her precious play thing though, and rewards them thoroughly for letting her have her wicked ways.

Isaac

He’s been used to using pain as a way to clear his head, to encounter peace, but has found an appreciation to the art of using that same approach to make his s/o focus entirely on him. Their ecstacy sharpened by deliberate pain, their devotion to him displayed by their shaking body and pleasured mewls.

He isn’t as keen on permanent marks for his s/o, but will experiment with an entire variety of tools to see what he can create one day that will be reworked the next.

The sconces on the walls of Dracula’s castles gave him a whole series of ideas as well, one that he poised to his s/o in the form of laying them out on his work table with the command of “Do not move.”

When they had obeyed perfectly as he cascaded molten wax over their body, aside from the biting of their lips and tossing of their head, he was so proud.

What was even better was carefully removing the chilled pieces from their skin with his blade, pressing gentle kisses to the small burn marks left behind. Once they were clean he’d cradled their body into his arms and carried them to his bed.

His attention to caring for their minor wounds is just as focused, though sometimes it is put on hold until he has finished “rewarding” them for their efforts.

Hector

Doesn’t quite get it, but tries. He can’t get himself up to doing things like giving them “the look” in public, or trying to manhandle them, but he figures out his own balance.

He finds comfort in words, smirking when he says his s/o’s name in the right tone and their head whips towards him. Then he can give them a wink and their back goes rigid but they’re grinning. He loves seeing them get so excited before he even touches them.

When the hall clears he whisks them back to his workroom by their wrist, listing all of the incredibly inappropriate thoughts he’s had about them all day.

Leaving them bound on his forging table, and swatting their ass when Godbrand is raving just to see if his s/o could keep from alerting anyone else…

Even if he’s not as aggressive on the day to day he does get a thrill out of the lustful little looks his s/o will cast in his direction, giving them small nods and hums that guarantee everything and nothing at once.

And while he’s never fully comfortable being rough by his own hands, that isn’t to say he finds other means. When he catches his partner eyeing the row of collars he had set aside for the more rowdy reanimation he runs his finger along their neck, laughing when they jump back into him.

“Shall I make one for you, dearest?”

Trevor

He’d only found out this kink of theirs on a fluke. They’d been teasing him as he was trying to focus on sharpening his blades, making lewd implications about just where he could stick his own “dirk”.

“Don’t make me get my whip to teach you some manners.”

His eyes had been focused on his work, but he heard the audible gasp and glanced up just in time to see them clamp a hand over their mouth, their face bright red.

He’d never use his actual monster hunting whips on them, but when he offers that he could easily make a small flog from scrap leather he gets confirmation in the form of a very excited s/o mounting his lap and snogging him until he had to break for air. That was the next day’s plans sorted.

Is much more willing to get handsy with them, he likes their warmth in his palms and feels more in control of how much force he’s applying with them.

Teases them about the wild sounds they make for him, warning them that they’ll draw unwanted attention even while he rails them in the alley behind an inn.

He’s never been good at gentle, so he’s enamoured with his s/o who likes it when he isn’t.

-Mod Soviet

#Carmilla #Hector #Isaac #Trevor Belmont #Gender Neutral Reader #Mod Soviet #toofreakingbisexual #imagines #Castlevania #adrian tepes

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funkymbtifiction · 6 years ago

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esfj advice

To ESFJ "anon":

I know you feel attacked by criticism, so please understand I am not judging you in the following. I am just explaining why you do, what you do, through the Enneagram. It's not a personal attack. I will include encouragement at the foot. :)

From what you told me, you sound like a combination of Enneagram 6 and 1 (1-6-? or 6-1-? depending on your core fears). Becoming antagonistic / rebellious when you feel threatened is more counter-phobic 6 ("I feel scared, so I'm going to bait them / act tough / pick fights to prove I'm not scared!"). Demonizing the other person in the argument / conflict could be 6 projection (assuming the worst of them, without proof) and/or buy into the social 6's "us vs. them" mentality. Wanting to control people's behaviors can come from 6 (fear of differences; differences of opinions and behavior = threats, which makes me feel not safe!) or from 1 (their moral behaviors are wrong / inappropriate and it's up to me to fix them). Your "very strong opinions about others and their standards of behavior" is very social 1, as is telling them how to "fix themselves / fix things." If fear is motivating you, I'd say 6 core. If anger is motivating you, I'd say 1 core. Read up in-depth on both. (I think you're a 6. I recognize way too much of what you said from my own younger "lower health level" 6-1 years. You’re so/sp.)

Secondly, taking everything personally. Every dom-feeler I know struggles with this. It's hard for them to get past feeling hurt to realize most people aren't out to hurt them -- most people are just doing and saying what they think and feel. Most people are not thinking about you. The world is a harsh place, and not everyone will like you. The odds of them doing so go up if they do not sense a chip (being ready to feel offended) on your shoulder. Feelers develop chip to deal with the outside world through anger. They wear it as their armor. The problem is, some people see a chip on someone's shoulder and WANT to knock it off, leading to conflict. Others will just avoid that person, seeing them as a powder keg waiting to go off.

There's a wonderful YouTube series called Charisma on Command. If you watch one of their recent videos, about Brie Larson, you will see exactly what I am talking about. Brie (a Fi-dom and maybe a cp6) has a chip on her shoulder and comes across as aggressive / defensive in a lot of her interviews. There's a reason why people like Chris Helmsworth (who is likable, funny, deferential, and good-natured -- he never feels threatened by any question) more than Brie. Look at what she does. Look at what Chris does. Look at what you do, and then, if you want to be more Chris than Brie, focus on changing.

You get to choose who you are. It's good that you are looking back on your former relationship failures and not wanting to repeat this cycle moving forward. That shows increasing self awareness and a desire to become a better person and friend. Stop beating yourself up about the past. You can't change it. As Rafiki says in the Lion King, you can LEARN from it. Being weak, shy, or cowardly as a kid is normal. Kids are not perfect. It's not something you need to feel ashamed about. It's just who you were. It is part of your story. You need that part of your story, to move forward and look back one day and realize, "Look how far I have come!" The focus should be on who you want to be, not who you were. If you need to mend fences, do so. Learn a little humility. People will like you a lot better if you can admit when you were wrong.

One of the things the Charisma video says is, if the situation is ambiguous and you are not sure of the person's intent, assume the best of them. Instead of assuming "wow, that was intended to hurt me," assume "nah, they didn't mean it in a bad way," and move on with your day. It will make your life much better and your relationships run more smoothly if you assume the best of all your friends.

Being offended is a choice. Yesterday, I sat with a table full of strangers. I got to talking with one of them, who made an offhanded remark about what I do. It sounded rude. But I looked at her, and thought, "You know what? I bet you didn't mean that how I took it. You were just sharing your experience in publishing in an attempt to make conversation." I let it go, and wasn't offended. If she'd meant to offend me, she would have pushed her point. She didn't.

The more self-confident and less threatened you feel, the less you will feel a desire or a need to control others and their behaviors. People who are totally okay being themselves are totally okay with others being themselves too -- they aren't threatened by differences. But here's the thing: few people like that exist. Most people don't like others to disagree with them, or not go along with them. That's just human behavior. If you doubt this, scroll through tumblr and look at everyone attacking "the other side" on everything from ships in Star Wars to politics. Everyone assumes they have the moral high ground, and the right to attack or demonize anyone who disagrees. Be better than that.

If you want to be your best self, you have to give up "being stubborn and stuck in your ways." Who you want to be isn't compatible with being who you are. You want change. Go for it! Catch yourself doing these things, and quit doing them.

As a feeler, to protect your feelings, stop checking the tags of people who reblog you. You are setting yourself up to feel hurt, which reinforces the problem. Save those feelings up for things that truly matter.

You’re not a bad person. You’re a normal one who wants to change. Good luck!

- ENFP Mod

#question #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 6 #enneagram 1

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