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[totem-but-shark]

qfoolish is building up a bit of a streak of seeing other characters isolated, ostracized or alone and stepping in. just being there for them, someone they can trust if they so wish but at the core of it letting them know there's someone in their corner. qcellbit during his attempted infiltration into the federation, qjaiden after bobby's death when the Islanders turned against her for befriending cucurucho, Pepito alone without his parents, and now qtubbo.

He never tries to sway them or control their decisions, they don't owe him their time or trust, he's not there to judge them as right or wrong, good or evil, he's no saint himself. He's company, because for all qfoolish may struggle understanding with others anger or sadness, fear or whatever else, he knows loneliness.

Maybe it stems from solitude and equally great loyaly only an immortal can understand, or maybe it's his biology. He totem, he help. There's an underlying unspoken promise to it; you don't have to be alone, I will stand by you, you deserve a friend, I will not judge you for your worst.

And the worst part of it all is that in the end, one way or another, they leave him instead.

[amethystina]

Sorry everything has been hard lately! You're going through a lot. Do you feel comfortable sharing about your wife, like how you met and got married? I didn't know you were married.

Yeah, sure! It's not exactly a secret and, tbh, is a bit of a funny (if long) story. We've been married since July 2017, so closing in on ten years soon!

A good thing to know before we start is that it's not a marriage in the more conventional sense. We're both on the ace spectrum, so we're platonic life partners, not a romantic couple. Which I think is important to have in mind in regards to some of the events, because it adds a slightly different perspective.

But, with that said: buckle up, my friends — it's going to be a long one.

Also, feel free to count the fanfic tropes. It's both hilarious and embarrassing.

So. I met my future wife, Sara, during orientation day at university where we were both enrolled to study Library and Information Science (i.e. aiming to become librarians).

And the first thing I did was threaten to kill her.

As you do.

To make a long story short, we were being herded around, being shown the school etc., and I ended up behind her as we were walking through a doorway. But she slowed down unexpectedly just as she'd stepped outside and I wasn't expecting that, so I accidentally stepped on the back of her shoe. Unsurprisingly, that made her stumble but, fortunately, she didn't fall. But there was a case of some dropped belongings etc. etc. And yes, I know — incredibly meet-cute.

Or at least it would have been if not for the fact that when she — jokingly — accused me of being mean for tripping her up, my immediate and very deadpan response was:

"It could have been worse — I could have pushed you out in front of a car."

(I will forever maintain that the fact that she agreed to marry me even after that lovely first impression says more about her than it does about me)

ANYHOW. First words I said to my future wife.

I am such a romantic.

None of this was helped by the fact that I'm fairly tall (176 cm), have a resting bitchface, and am from the wilderness of the north of Sweden. My classmates were convinced I wrestled bears in my free time. I had also been living on my own for four years already at that point (I moved out at 15 to go to school in a different city) so I was confident, independent, and grounded in a way the majority of my classmates weren't.

I was, according to witnesses, incredibly intimidating.

Despite the dramatic beginnings, Sara and I ended up becoming friends pretty quickly because we had shared interests and ended up in a group of geeky, like-minded students. We liked the same books, video games, music, animes etc. etc.

Sidenote: Years later I found out that Sara, the little shit, lied to me about the music. Or bent the truth, I should say. In that we both listened to a lot of metal and when I named my favourite band (Sonata Arctica) Sara lied and said she loved them too, when she only barely knew who they were. She confessed that she did so because she thought I was so goddamn cool and wanted us to have more things in common. Which meant she had to hurry home that very same day and actually start listening to the band in question to not end up in an even worse pickle than she'd already put herself in. A+ for dedication to the bit.

(She was already embracing the fanfic tropes at that point, clearly)

Anyway, back to the story. We were a pretty big friend group but Sara and I clicked in a way that set us apart from the others. We didn't actually spend the majority of our time together there at the start, but it slowly evolved to that, especially once she moved into the same building as me during our second year, on the floor below mine. It was a dorm-ish situation where there were small apartments with a communal kitchen on each floor. With this new proximity, we ended up running back and forth to each other a lot and just spending a lot of time together.

(So, if you're keeping track, we've now moved from a University AU to a sort-of Roommate AU)

We continued to grow closer and had a couple of adventures, like the time the fire alarm went off early one morning and everyone had to evacuate. I think you can picture what it was like: a bunch of university students huddling on the sidewalk in various states of undress and wakefulness, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and how long we'd have to wait before we could go back to bed.

Unfortunately for me, this was during a time when I still had pretty frequent panic attacks and being woken up by the fire alarm left me shaky and disoriented. So Sara, who didn't like how out of it I looked, took me back to her place and fed me tea and toast. It's a very fond memory of mine, despite the discomfort of the near-panic attack.

Anyhow. We remained good friends and once our three years at university were nearing their end, we figured we'd keep in touch but end up on different ends of the country. I had decided that I wanted to take a year and study art before I started working, just for the heck of it, and Sara thought that sounded fun but she'd go for writing instead (since she can't draw for shit 😆)

And you can imagine our confusion when I let her know the art school I had been accepted to and her response was:

"What? You too?"

So, without even talking to each other, we had somehow managed to apply and get accepted to the same school that just happened to offer courses on both art and writing, amongst other things. It wasn't even close to where we were living at the time. It just... happened?

And so, apparently, we were going to spend another year at the same school.

(At this point, we could probably call this Star-Crossed Lovers, yeah?)

So we get to this new school and it's in the middle of nowhere on the lush Swedish countryside, sharing grounds with a castle from the 1100's (I know, I know — just roll with it). It was incredibly beautiful and I absolutely loved it.

One downside, however, was that while the school supplied food during the week, we had to feed ourselves during the weekends. Fortunately, Sara had a car so she would usually pack it full with students (for a small fee) and drive to one of the nearby grocery stores so those who needed it could buy food.

Now, it was a fairly small school and the majority of us lived there, so you spent a lot of time with students who weren't in your class. And everyone soon realised that Sara and I knew each other from before because of the way we behaved with each other. But even I thought it was a little weird when other students came to me to ask if there was any room left in Sara's car for the coming grocery run. And, eventually, I asked why they did that and the answer I got was:

"You mean it's not your shared car? We figured you owned it together since you're a couple."

Turns out the entire school had decided that Sara and I were dating and just never told us.

Or, well, I guess they wouldn't tell us that, would they? Since they would assume that Sara and I would already be aware of our being a couple 🤣

Except, of course, we weren't.

(Add a tick for "Everyone Knew They Were Dating Before They Did")

We found this pretty hilarious, anyway, and everyone was hella confused when we explained that we were, in fact, not together. But, in hindsight, I guess they were right — just a little early.

Sidenote: Sara and I went to Venice during our year at the art school and, somehow, we accidentally stumbled in at the tail end of the Carnival. Like, we didn't realise it was happening until we were literally walking the streets and saw all the confetti and posters. We picked the date because it was spring break at school and ended up with a wonderful, unexpected surprise. 10/10, do recommend.

So! Anyway! We spent a lovely year at art school, then we both started working as librarians. We ended up relatively close (about two and a half hours away by bus) and so we kept spending weekends together.

Another couple of years passed.

(If you haven't figured it out yet, this is also a Slow Burn)

Unfortunately, Sara ended up in a city with very limited housing opportunities and after two and a half years without getting her own place, she decided to move back south again. That would leave us too far apart to visit each other more than, perhaps, twice a year.

And me, being the brilliant genius that I am, decided that, hey, this is the perfect time to propose!

I did have my reasons, one of them being that my relatives were bugging me about finding a partner (though, to their credit, they didn't specify a gender) and I just wasn't interested? But I could see myself spending a lot of time with Sara. The second was that, even the few times I had met someone I could consider dating, my first thought was: "But how am I going to make them understand Sara's importance in my life? And the fact that she might often come before them?" And so, more often than not, I just chose not to pursue it because I couldn't be bothered to go through that hassle.

Turns out she'd been doing the same for years 😂

(I'm not even sure what this trope is called but you know the one)

So, a couple of days before she was set to leave, we decided to splurge on a hotel weekend as a sort of send-off. And, on the second morning, just after we had woken up (before breakfast — which Sara has never let me live down) I explained my reasoning to her and asked if we should get married.

It took her about fifteen minutes to a) understand what I was suggesting, b) realise I was serious, and c) try to figure out what she thought of the bombshell I'd just dropped on her.

(Again: Early morning, no breakfast)

But, eventually, she got with the program and accepted. It was only afterwards that I realised my mistake which was that, apparently, it was fucking Valentine's Day. I shit you not.

So, whenever I say that our engagement date is Valentine's Day, everyone thinks I'm such a goddamn romantic. When, in actuality, I was presenting a marriage of convenience with the tone of a business proposal. I even had a mental list of arguments.

(In hindsight, I should maybe have made a PowerPoint too — it might have helped Sara get on board faster. But alas)

(Add "Last-Minute Proposal" to the list)

So we got engaged, Sara moved to the other end of the country, and two and a half years later, we got married. But it took another six months after that before we actually ended up working close enough that we could live together.

Which, in hindsight, wasn't the right choice for us. We're used to living close to each other, but not in the same apartment/house. We're just too different, so that's what we're going to correct now by selling the house and moving into separate apartments. Or going back to our roots, one might say?

And, as mentioned, remain married. Considering everything we've gone through, it would feel like such a waste to get a divorce now 😆

So yeah! That's how we met, got engaged, and eventually married. It took many, many years and a lot of hijinks, but we got there in the end! And we're still figuring out the details. But hey, that's what relationships are like, yeah?

Thank you so much for the well-wishes and I hope you enjoyed the storytime! 😄

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Miles Edgeworth and Maya Fey co-run a Steel Samurai/Evil Magistrate discord server; neither knows who the other is. What happens next will shock you!

Authors: liilllyyyy, lowbatteryhealth

Note from submitter: i love them

[homoeroticgrappling]

I have such a desire to watch wrestling with you youre so funny and correct

This is so sweet ashdhfh what an elite compliment thank you!! If it helps, watching wrestling with me is very much like the experience of liveblogging with me except I sometimes do things like accidentally fall off a bed or choke on my drink

[riacte]

have we had a hc6 civil war / hc7 turf war style major server wide bombastic conflict with action and builds and factions ever since king ren arc. (which imo was cut short due to the crossover and burntout)

[snickerdoodlles]

am feeling very Hmm about this communities thing :(

[thecouncil-aac]

https://www.tumblr.com/communities/aac-4-all/post/771706942074781696/hey-guys-was-thinking-about-making-an-official

Link

Text :

Hey guys!

Was thinking about making an official AAC 4 ALL discord server; what are some things y'all would want to see?

There will be sections for the different types of AAC as well as social chats, ect

System proxy bots (I have PluralKit and Tupperbox at the moment) - endo safe, of course, so anti-endos/sysmeds please DNI

It'd follow the rules/be in conjunction with the [AAC 4 ALL] Tumblr community

All ages allowed (13+ to comply with Discord's terms of service), with role-locked channels for adults/bodily 18+ (as AAC is and can be used by people of all ages)

[ollierachnid]

peck fans... peck fans talk to me

[ficoandleo]

((i would ping people on this but it's not really a starter or anything, just kind of an acknowledgement of a background happening haha.))

From early morning the grounded cruise ship that housed Sinostra smelled of food being cooked--Romeo's favored way to celebrate his birthday was, quite simply, to feed those around him, and so his 'parties' often went as such, taking close friends for lavish meals of which he ate little to no food himself but happily watched as people who were far less obsessed with maintaining their bodily images got to enjoy edible luxuries. Probation prevented this this year--but the Institute's branches and associates spanned the world and all fields, so naturally there were some who were in the field of gastronomy even if they no longer worked directly for the Institute. And Romeo happily paid to have meals catered--this year, being Sinostra's very own vice captain Fico, a buffet for the entire house and the casino's staff(and he would even turn a blind eye if a few big-spending patrons happened to sneak over,) available all day, from professional cooks. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, a set but varied menu cycling throughout the day as was appropriate.

Unfortunately his staff would still have to work, but so did he--work didn't stop on his birthday after all--but he did take more breaks than usual to show Fico's more pleasant side to everyone. It wasn't quite the atmosphere of an upscale party that he would have truly desired but it was far more than the usual. He was still a ghoul and most still treated him with a level of anxiety. But as it was clear he was in a good mood today the tension diffused vastly. Even Taiga's underlings gradually realized they were not being shot at or chased away from the food and alcohol, a truce for the day that Romeo would confirm even if he hadn't bothered to ask Taiga's permission. The casino felt more lively, or maybe that was just his perception as he walked the floor more than usual.

The VIP room, now mostly back in order after the incident a while back (save for Romeo's chair,) had become piled with gifts from his admirers and underlings who wanted to do something for him or at least felt obligated to. Well, maybe piled was a strong word but he had more than a few gifts!

From the morning, his friends would receive a message along these lines:

Buongiorno a te! It's Fico's birthday!

You're invited to come by Sinostra today! I have paid chefs working all day to provide food--including meals made to order if the buffet doesn't suit you! Whether you'd like breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, or more than one, drop by at your leisure today! It isn't as stylish as I would like due to limitations from our probation, but I hope you'll enjoy a luxurious meal today.

It's free, obviously. And I'm not asking you to bring me a gift. My gift is that you enjoy the food, the drinks, and the more relaxed atmosphere for me. You know I'm on a diet and can't eat that stuff, and I have to work. I'll be happy to see you if you want to find me, though! (And if you do want to drop off a gift you can hand it off and those guys should know what to do with it.)

Of course I understand how busy most of you are, so if you want something but can't make it you can just message back and I'll have someone run a delivery for you.

The buffet offerings and the cutoff times and beverage options(including plenty of wine) are attached, along with a reminder that food can be made to order as well.

Lyca receives a voice recording as well, as Romeo knows he has some trouble with reading and may find the message easier to understand if he can just listen to it.

Towa receives a separate message acknowledging that he doesn't eat meat but if he wants to try the vegetarian/vegan parts of the menu(or would like some of the raw food being used in preparation) he's welcome to drop by for some as well. A menu of what's available for him is also included.

For Haru and Kaito an additional note is attached that he can, of course, take some of the food back for later, and he'd have anything left over at the end of the night sent over to Jabberwock in the morning although he couldn't guarantee there would be much.

For Rui, Haru, and Towa there's an additional note about food waste being kept separate if they could use it later for compost or for feeding the beasts in Jabberwock after the end of the day.

And, of course, Taiga received a separate message.

In case you forgot, it's my birthday today.

I'm not angry if you forgot. And I'm not asking for a gift or anything.

There's going to be food all day, so you should have some! I'll be working later on, but I might walk around the casino and the 'party' area for a while first.

If Taiga is watching the texts as they come in, Romeo types for a bit, then stops without sending it. There's a pause, as if contemplating, a little more typing, and then,

Actually, I'd like it if you would wish me a happy birthday. Over text is fine.

Who has to ask to be told such a thing. He didn't have to ask, did he? Taiga would have figured it out even if it took all day. It felt a little embarrassing. But it was equally embarrassing to feel timid about it.

Well, no matter. The students were waking up and even outside his room he could hear some of them talking about the smell of breakfast. He'd sent messages to the non-captain students in Sinostra and the casino staff too--they were welcome to the food and to the festivities, and for those applicable there were some shift changes that would hopefully spread the work out a little bit more today. He was paying them the same, although they'd be working less, and they were free to eat and drink while they worked as long as it got done and there was no unnecessary rowdiness. And as long as cleanup happened appropriately of course.

(The message sent had been posted to WickHive by one of the students as well. Other houses' members were wondering if they could sneak in for free food and get away with it. Many didn't trust that Romeo would be offering free anything to anybody. One or two thought it was kind of weird that he would probably be watching them eat.)

Today would be celebratory. Tomorrow. . .he might be going to Frostheim. . . .

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

join our small little friendly server where we talk about life and whatever poetry or prose we re thinking about / whatever is hitting hard at the moment, hell even quotes or random shitposts that are really vibing with you

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

oh i miscalculated

[crystalrainwing]

@art-by-fate’s sona for artfight :D very experimental but im pretty happy with it :3

[tofufei]

prev reblog saw people in the tags being like "how do you deal with so many notifs" and that's bonkers to me. some people really have notifs on for their apps huh... the answer is you mute everything. phone is not allowed to get stupid red dots on the upper right corner of any app, let alone actually be intrusive with banner notifs👍🏻

[useless-moss]

I have never wanted to threaten a printer with a knife so damn bad.

[mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes]

hi! if there's an unequal number of writers and artists (e.g. 10 writers and 13 artists), how are you going to pair the extra people?

Hello! Thanks for the question, as always ❤️

If we have an unequal number before counting people who signed up as “either”, we’ll check balancing and do recruiting! If even after balancing with people who chose “either” the numbers are still uneven, we’ll probably do some recruiting and try to get more people in the exchange. We haven’t built in groups of three to the event, but the structure is flexible enough that we’re able to move things if something does happen.