#speaker stuff

[celestialtrolls]

makes an antagonist and then makes him a wet dog of a guy

perfect

[risualto]

2 (a kiss goodnight) for any of your Speaker ships?

Thank you for this <3

Prompt list

2. a kiss goodnight

It had been a tiring day. It was not an easy case they had found themselves in, but even so, today was particularly long. Yoshiko could not wait to fall into bed--but neither could she afford to show how much the day had affected her until the others were safely in their rooms and ready to sleep. Her sister was exhausted, and their colleagues--friends--were in varying states of caffeine highs and utter exhausted delirium.

She was glad when Azalea began to aid her efforts to get the others to sleep, even if the two of them still could not make eye contact.

Yoshiko frowned. A slight press of her lips compared to her normal face, but an expression her sister at least would notice. It took her a moment to admit that she did, in fact, feel a kernel of guilt. Azalea had tried, kindly, to hold Yoshiko's hand while they were gathering information from someone who might know something that day, and Yoshiko had reflexively stepped away, afraid to show her weakness, her abnormality, in front of a stranger. Azalea's frown had distracted her through the rest of the conversation.

She could still feel it.

So when, finally, it was just Yoshiko and Azalea left in the library of the Nakamura house (which still, she realized, felt crowded, even with the literal people herded out and into their bedrooms), Yoshiko found herself on the end of a slightly strained smile from their dryad.

"You should get some rest, too," Azalea said, sweet but with an undercurrent like ancient roots, unwilling to be moved or severed.

Yoshiko nodded, almost instinctively. "I will," she said.

Azalea nodded back, playing with her fingers as she seemed to search for anything else, and came up empty. "Good night," she said, and turned away.

Yoshiko watched her retreat a few steps towards the hallway before gritting her teeth and chasing. It only took a second to close the distance, but reaching out to take Azalea by the shoulder still felt...difficult. Like Yoshiko was acting with resistance bands binding her limbs.

There was just the barest amount of force in the tug Yoshiko gave Azalea's shoulder, but with the way the dryad gasped and reached up to steady herself against Yoshiko's chest, one would have thought she had tried to rip Azalea off her feet. It was surprising enough to have Yoshiko simply stare at her for a moment, assessing whether she'd hurt Azalea...and then simply looking, at her bare shoulders, her curly hair, her pretty figure, and trying very hard to remember that this was allowed.

"Y-yes...?"

Yoshiko didn't have the words to apologize properly, not when she knew things like this afternoon would probably happen again. And not when Azalea was simply so lovely in the dim light of the hallway, standing in Yoshiko's home like she had always belonged there, too.

"Yo--"

So Yoshiko simply leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of Azalea's mouth. Firm enough to convey that this was not a mistake, but gentle enough to be (she hoped) sweet.

The quiet little squeak Azalea let out as Yoshiko kissed her did unspeakable things to Yoshiko's heart, and so she pulled back. Azalea's cheeks didn't seem to have changed color, but her fingers trembled a little on Yoshiko's wrist, and her eyes were wide and bright. Yoshiko did her best to smile, despite feeling devastated by it all.

"Good night," she answered. Let go of Azalea's shoulder slowly. Stepped back.

Azalea smiled, a little bit less pinched. Yoshiko understood she wasn't forgiven, exactly, but this was...better. For a few moments, she feared Azalea might try to talk about what had happened, but their exhaustion eventually seemed to win out. "Tomorrow," said Azalea, straightening up. "We can... I'll see you tomorrow.

[dkettchen]

she would've told them unlike her canon! version who decided not to be an ally smh

[laureala]

AMELIA SHEPHERD at Jo & Link's Wedding

in Grey's Anatomy 21.17 — Love You Like A Love Song

[hg-aneh]

Sigh

I can't believe I have to say this

If you know of anyone who's y'know "bad" or anything of the sort and happens to follow me... don't??? tell??? me??

Regardless of the circumstances and actions of the person, I say this with the utmost respect and fear: I don't want to get involved

What people who follow me or don't or have me blocked or muted or whatever do in their free and irl time is not my business

I know not to mess with english-speaking communities' personal affairs now. Like, no offense, but y'all are pretty fucking creepy when it comes to stuff like that, and that's why, again, I don't want to get involved

I have enough problems in the real world currently. Please understand that! 🙏

[marsmarbles]

I know this breaks away from the lore stuff but this is most definitely what Grian sees.

Scott’s just the smiley type, guys.

[risualto]

What sports do they like? Do they support any specific teams/athletes?

What drive/vehicle would they pick if they played Mario Kart?

For your Speakers, please!

Ooh, fun! Thank you for the ask.

40. What sports do they like? Do they support any specific teams/athletes? Well, Rebecca is a shameless self-insert, so she likes swimming and highkey has a crush on Katie Ledecky.

Yoshiko is a fan of gymnastics and kendo, I think, but not in the sense that she has a specific idol or favorite athlete...she just kind of idolizes the artistry of them. That said, she probably does have at least one role model in kendo, but I don't know enough about it to be able to name someone specifically. I'll work on that.

Sage would not be caught dead talking about sportsball if xe could help it. Lmao.

46. What drive/vehicle would they pick if they played Mario Kart?

Rebecca and, to my surprise as I thought about it, also Yoshiko would ride bikes. Rebecca because she likes the handling and Yoshiko because she secretly really likes the aesthetic. (For the record, Rebecca rotates characters between any of the girls, and Yoshiko always plays Rosalina.)

Sage probably switches vehicles to whatever xyr sister claimed was the dumbest vehicle in the game most recently, but if left to xyr own devices would pick one of the off-roaders. Xe plays Bowser Jr. most often but sometimes also Birdie.

[glitchedcosmos]

You know, I would love it if we get to see shadows medical failure guilt expanded on, it makes sense he would have a lot , he has a lot of deadly, raging guilt inside of him, survivors guilt, creation guilt, the guilt of past mistakes that almost destroyed entire planets ect, and the guilt of failing someone you were medically responsible for. I want too see that guilt of failure expanded on, Shadow is the ultimate cure, he sees himself as a tool, a weapon, a twisted distortion of a miracle for someone else, a creation to surpass all else for no one but his friend, pushing himself through endless tests, doing anything he was told to do for the sake of his only friend, his best friend, the only true friend he’d know for a long time. The weight of pressure and anxiety crushing him out of fear of failing Maria , not being able to save her from the conditions she faced, not being able to cure her, not living up to the only worth he was created to have. I want to see that expanded on , I want to see how absolutely crushing that guilt of failure is, during their time on the Ark, and the awful , doubled up guilt of the aftermath , the guilt of it all rooted in his most familiar failure. its a important part of his story, and I for one would love to see it expanded on .

[basyacriptid]

ouuughhh i need to draw more of my courier sona,,, shes so silly

only old sketch i have of her is her naked holding a lazer rifle or how this gun called i dont remember

[rotzaprachim]

Holy grail for Yiddish learners- a massive collection of over 100 Yiddish audiobooks books recorded by native speakers! You can listen on the internet, download to listen as mp3, and read along from the free uploaded copies on the Yiddish book center website - and it’s all completely free and accessible, no password needed

[catilinas]

you know before the catalogue of ships when homer is like yeah i couldn’t name all these guys individually even if i had ten tongues and ten mouths and an untirable voice and a bronze heart. the thing is like. poems do have ten tongues and ten mouths and an untirable voice and a bronze heart

[flikkerij]

i was talking with my friends about how dutch dirty talk is such an instant turn off for most of us, and i wonder if thats a dutch thing or a general non-native english speaker thing (or a just my friends thing)

tag with your language!

[vind3miat0r]

late night listener rambles

Angel loves the way David's hands feel. during casual or intimate times, feeling David's hands clasping their own, rubbing their back, gently holding Angel's body close to his own. David's hands make Angel feel safe and secure, and they love playing with them, complimenting their features and grinning at David's slight blush

Babe loves rambling with Asher. they love listening to Asher just talk about whatever interests him, even if they can't quite follow what the topic is about. theyll make little mental notes to look up a certain tv show or game later on in the day, so that they can have a better understanding. they love how attentive Asher is when Babe is the one rambling, taking every opportunity to explain the details in case Asher gets lost

Sweetheart loves cuddling with Milo. morning cuddles, just-got-off-of-work cuddles, post intimate time cuddles, they love them all. they love feeling Milo's skin touch their own, love rubbing and tracing small patterns on his skin. sleepy-time cuddles are their favorite, burying their face in Milo's neck and just feeling everything

Darlin' loves sleeping with Sam. not sex sleeping, literal sleep. they love knowing that they can show such a vulnerable side of themself to their mate, love that they can curl up next to him and drift off without a care in the world. sleep comes easier to Darlin' if it's sleep with Sam

Lovely loves Vincent's kisses. they love it when Vincent comes up behind them, wraps his arms around their waist and kisses their neck, reminiscent of before Lovely's turning. they love it when Vincent gets a bout of cuteness aggression and peppers their face in kisses, loves it when he gently kisses their scars when they feel like they're not good enough. they love kissing Vincent in return, feeling that slight spark of surprise and delight through their eternal bond

Treasure loves being held by Porter. when people held them in the past, it was always predatory, possessive; a clawed hand staking its claim on their hips, suffocating them. being held by Porter is different. it's softer, gentler, and always always easy to break, in the event that they want to step away (not that they ever would). they love being held in his arms, their head against his chest, listening to his subtle heartbeat. they love how gentle he is with them, and how warm he feels despite being a vampire

[amarenacherriezzz]

They should call me april the way i don't know what i want

[mjbarrosart]

I did a little fanart of all the Fontaine characters.

I am enjoining a lot this new region in Genshin. Sumeru was fine, but was not my cup of tea. Decadent French degenerates?? that is right on my alley!

Also the music of Fontaine RULES!

I'll share my opinions about every character, so...

SPOILERS FOR 4.1

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Charlotte: A missed opportunity to do something amazing with her as a journalist. She could be a character that makes interesting commentary about Fontaine injustices, but nah, she is just chasing "a big headline", zero interest for the truth.

Freminet: He is cute. I like him.

Lynette: I love her. I wish the game put her more in the spotlight, right now just feels like a prop for Lyney and that is a shame.

Lyney: He is fine. His outfit always makes me laugh.

Furina: My baby girl, the bane of my existence, my favorite Archon ever. We don't accept Furina slander in this household. I see her as an overwhelmed person who needs to put this all this show in order to keep feeding the Oratrice, while everyone is just taking her as incompetent without knowing what kind of sacrifices she is doing, idk, she is a really interesting Archon to me. I love the idea of her being cursed, and her interactions with Arlecchino made me really sad, I feel bad for her, she is not having a good time...I hope her story don't disappoint me, hahaha.

Neuvilette: Old man, autistic coded dragon for the win, I really like him. He is also a little of a drama queen with all this "I don't belong here" stuff while outside literally 90% of Fontaine is a member of the "we love Neuvillette fan club"

Wriothesley: He is fine. I like his interactions with Neuvilette and him as Clorinde's friend. My problem with him is this thing that Genshin likes to do of "is not the system that is bad just you need to be sure to have good people on the top" kind of discourse that is really bad. So him as a cop/jail administrator kinda is another missed opportunity to make a little more commentary, but maybe I'm asking for too much.

Sigewinne: I really like her after the Archon quest. Haha, you can not trust her. Lol.

Navia: I love this woman with all my heart. She is the best, smart, badass and beautiful. Also incredibly gay for Clorinde, I love their drama. I want more Navia content now!

Clorinde: I am a sword lesbian, so she is right on my alley. I like her serious but not stoic attitude, and how she turns into a wet cat in front of Navia, lol. I want to learn more about her. She is cool.

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

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