#veiling methods

[yourpaganuncle]

Discrete / Alternate Veiling Ideas

Actual list after the 'more' thingy

So my school's dress code says I can't wear a bandana and I really don't feel like explaining to my catholic school why a bandana is a religious item but I veil in devotion to lady Hestia so I've decided to make a list of less conventional veiling ideas

This list will be centered around school/working environments and with dresscodes in mind but will likely have other ideas

I'll probably add to this as I come up with things, feel free to also add suggestions!

They'll be organized by how likely they'd be allowed in professional settings and how convenient they are

Safe

Headbands

Hairties

Scrunchies

Clips

Braids

Buns/ponytails

Mayhaps

Headphones

Bandanas

Hats

Risky

Full coverage veils

[bunabi]

it really took three circle mages and tons of lyrium — the blood of Titans — to equal the power of one ritual sacrifice by Jowan

he may be the wettest and most pathetic blood mage to ever walk the earth but my god can that boy cast a spell

[smitten-miqitten]

It's probably a good thing (for Solas) that Lavellan didn't have any way to contact him while he was in Fade jail initially, because all it would take is a few earnest questions (that he can't help but answer because it's HER) and a couple of the abundant context clues lying around and she'd suss out his plots to both do a Fade jail switcheroo with Rook and let the Veil fall on its own when Elgar'nan dies.

Neither plan is particularly difficult to see coming if you have even the tiniest amount of understanding of how the jail or the Veil work, and Lavellan is no dummy. The Veil falling one especially. I had to headcanon that my Lavellan figured that one out after hearing about the relevant mural and just didn't mention it, assuming Rook and Co. had figured it out too because it's genuinely that obvious.

My Lavellan would absolutely find the castling thing really fucking funny though, before shutting that shit down.

[hoboblaidd]

it's a weird balancing act with Solas because I want people to kick his ass but the lore we have right now isn't on my side

[badjohnspeakeasy]

Saitama facing his greatest foe; Christmas.

But seriously, it starts earlier and earlier, don't it?

Link

[hiddeninthe-veil]

(squinting at myself Real Hard:) what.... are emotions. what is feeling things. am i feeling emotions right now. what

[ask-cloverfield]

Ultraman audio drama where they don’t talk it is just the grunting

[just-your-average-cryptid]

“So wait a second, why don’t you have a wand? Aren’t you doing way more complicated magic stuff?”

“Well, yes,” Professor Argus replied, “but I’ve also had the experience and training to simply manifest by gesture. The wand is to help you channel your will while you’re still learning to control your power.” Getting only blank stares in response, he sighed and leaned back against the desk.

“Did your first-year teachers not explain the Hierarchy of Manifestation?”

“The what?”

“Oh dear,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, “no wonder these poor kids are struggling.” He knew those new standards were fairy-farts, but this was far worse than expected. “Magic is led by the will of the caster and the inclination of their power. No matter how much I might want to, I cannot cast any kind of Divination spell because my power lies in metallicraft sorcery. The more confidence and control you have, the more complex your magic can be. Control, however, is the hard part for most young mages. Was it not you, Malken, who was scouted after your wild, untrained magic manifested as shrinking your neighbor’s sheep?”

“…yes, sir.”

“No shame in it, young man, it’s happened to all of us in our early days. Try explaining why your house stood up and walked away with your family still in it!” The student smiled awkwardly, but the reassurance did its job. “The wands you now hold are carved from Elfwood, which retains its ability to harness and absorb magical energy. They will channel your desire and direct it, allowing you to manifest without any unwanted side effects.”

He untied a small pouch from his belt and dumped the contents into his hand, an assortment of metal scraps and gears. Closing his fingers around it, he continued, “Once your control has been improved and your confidence heightened, you should be able to manifest by gesture — for instance, I believe that a flick of my hand will assemble these parts into a mechanical bug, and so they shall.” Indeed, a moment later the beetle twitched its wire antennae, gears whirring as it shifted about. He placed it on his desk to be set to work later.

“The most powerful mages can manifest their desires by sheer will alone — they think it will be, and it is so. It will be quite some time before you reach such a point; even I often struggle with it. Professor Vin can provide a suitable demonstration if you are so interested. Now! It does appear we’ve reached the end of our time together. Thank you for your attention today, and be ready to present your manifestation when we meet again in three days. Class dismissed.”

One of the students stayed behind — an inquisitive one. He liked them. “Will you be available later today? I have a question about how to do a Beasttongue manifestation in a, uh… small classroom.”

“We may discuss that whenever you like, my friend. I shall be here for quite some time, I believe; I will, of course, be sharing my thoughts with the Education Council on their new plan.” His voice dipped into a growl as he finished, the other half of his heritage not so easy to suppress this time.

“Thank you, professor!” they said, rushing out to rejoin their friends. Argus sighed, taking a few deep breaths until his teeth stopped feeling pointy.

“Well, little friend,” he said, turning to the metal beetle, “how would you like to deliver a message for me?”

[sukimas]

ethics is so easy dude just do the kind of things that would result in the kind of world you want to live in

[leo-regulus]

maybe this weekend if someone kicks my ass about it I will. Make a ref for Autopsy. I need everyone to see Kay Faraday's weirdgirl. Their dynamic is everything to me and I am obsessed.

[a-method-in-it]

Respectfully, striking has never been sold to anyone as a safe, legal way of exerting power (at least in the U.S.; as always, I don't know enough about labor history in other countries to comment).

Strikes and protests have ALWAYS been treated as distinct under the law and in popular consciousness. Strikes don't have First Amendment protections. Strikes have historically been met with huge amounts of violence by private and state security forces.

For context: In 1970, four people were killed during the Kent State protests, and it is still remembered as one of the worst attacks on protesters in U.S. history --- maybe even the worst; I can't find a protest that had a higher death toll from a single day, but I would not be shocked to learn they have happened. But either way, by contrast, take a look at the Wikipedia page for strike-related deaths.

19 deaths. 40 deaths. 30. up to 21 deaths. 30 or more. 20-30.

There are more legal restrictions on the ability of capital-owners to enact violence on strikers than there used to be, but "strikes" themselves are not some watered-down version of more direct forms of action. They are, as they have always been, direct challenges to capitalists. And to those people, they are not a "substitute for sabotage" --- they are sabotage.

Which is to say that the NYPD are not doing anything new here. Police in the North were by and large created for just this sort of purpose, in fact, in the same way that early police forces grew out of slave patrols.

For a long time, strikes had more political support, and in NYC they still do, tbh. I've been on multiple picket lines where city council members are eager to show up and demonstrate their support for organized labor.

But cops? Cops have always busted unions, have always arrested strikers. They just aren't allowed to shoot us anymore.

[contents404]

Wait, is that Rook, or is that how Trick felt when they took the lead writer role the first time?

Did they feel like Gaider’s narrative haunts them like Solas stuck in Rook’s head?

Did they feel the office is suddenly in weird silence when no one talking to anyone?

Did they struggle to interfere with a team member's personal life to push the team to do their job?

Did they think there is nothing they can do other than be supportive of their team members when being asked for opinions about team members' personal/professional lives?

Is that what this all is about?

A new leader with no leading experience struggles with how to lead. Meanwhile, haunted by the narrative created by the former leader?

They thought the former leader was the one they had to beat. But then turns out they need the former leader as the consultant. The real enemies are not the big company folks they thought either. Turns out it’s all investors conspiracy.

Do I read it right or do I read and overthink it too much?

[hiddeninthe-veil]

....i do not need to write a faux peer-reviewed anthropological article about the culture of the zones in danger days. it would be so cool. i could imitate [redacted]. i could find things to imitate. BUT I AM BUSY AND I DO NOT NEED TO

[ssalballoon]

Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

poor gale :'(

- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly

- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!

- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)

- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)

[roturo]

SUCCESSOR -`♡´-

summary: He believes he’s going to die soon, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable. He needs a successor. And soon.

warnings: A LOT of breeding, smut, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds, pwp, tummy buldge, mentions of cum, mating press, virgin!L, obssesed!L, mentions of forming a family, not proof read and sleepy while writing this. and more.

a/n: ik this is going to have as much support as my other works, but it's def one of my best and favs writings, so please show me your support with a comment and reblog! it means a lot for me!

You've been part of the task force for a while now, ever since L handpicked you for his elite team. As a regular member, you've earned your place and trust within the group. The necessity of keeping your identity hidden has diminished, thanks to the expanding team, but you still opt for an alias during meetings, maintaining a veil of secrecy around your true connection to L.

L’s mind is a labyrinth, each thought of a winding path leading to an unknown destination. His strategies are always a step ahead, his deductions razor-sharp. Yet, despite his brilliance, one specific thought has been haunting him lately:

He believes he’s going to die soon.

This isn't a paranoid delusion but a calculated assessment. L understands the immense dangers tied to the Kira case. The complexity of the situation has grown, and he suspects an external force at play, one that eludes even his grasp. This unknown entity has shifted the balance, making the case more perilous than ever.

L is determined not to let his legacy end prematurely. He has dedicated his life to solving the world’s most challenging mysteries, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable.

He needs a successor.

And soon.

Finding someone who can match his intellect and tenacity is no simple task. The successor must be able to understand his intricate methods, to carry on his relentless pursuit of justice. The urgency of this mission weighs heavily on him, as he prepares to identify and groom the next guardian of his legacy.

You were the perfect match for him, and his calculations confirmed it. There was an 86% probability that having a child with you would result in someone with a higher IQ than his own, combined with the social skills he lacked. In the realm of interpersonal relationships, L was inexperienced, never having had a relationship or intimacy before. Recently, he had been contemplating how to propose this idea to you.

Should he ask you outright? Should he try to make you fall in love with him first? No, this wasn't about love. It was a precaution, a step in his investigation, a way to ensure his legacy continued if the worst were to happen.

The atmosphere in the headquarters was tense as always, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. You sat at your desk, engrossed in your work, when L’s quiet footsteps approached. His presence was magnetic, his aura of mystery and intellect always palpable. He paused beside you, his gaze fixed on the monitors displaying the latest updates on the Kira case.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, a rare departure from his usual confident demeanor.

You looked up, surprised by the uncharacteristic uncertainty in his tone. “Of course, L. What’s on your mind?”

He shifted, glancing around the room as if searching for the right words. “There’s something I need to discuss with you. It’s… personal.”

Your curiosity piqued, you nodded, giving him your full attention. “I’m listening.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re aware of the importance of my work, of the dangers we face daily. The Kira case has made me realize that I must consider contingencies I hadn’t thought of before.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“There’s a… statistical analysis I’ve conducted,” he said, his voice becoming more clinical as he explained. “It suggests that if I were to have a child with someone of your intelligence and social capabilities, the child would have a higher IQ than mine and possess the social skills I lack. This could be crucial in continuing my work if anything were to happen to me.”

The gravity of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. L, always methodical and rational, had approached this highly personal matter with the same analytical mindset he used to solve cases. You could see the logic in his plan, yet the implications were overwhelming.

“So, you want me to… have a child with you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes unwavering. “But understand, this is not about emotions or personal desire...I think” He whispers to himself before he continues– “It’s a precaution, a part of my contingency planning. I’ve never experienced a relationship or intimacy, so I’m uncertain how to approach this.”

The room seemed to close in around you as you processed his request. It was a cold, calculated proposition, yet it carried a weight of vulnerability and trust. L was placing his future, his legacy, in your hands.

“How do you expect this to work, L?” you asked, your voice tinged with both curiosity and trepidation.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, his facade of invincibility cracking slightly. “I’ve considered different approaches. Should I simply ask you directly? Should I try to make you fall in love with me first? But this isn’t about love. It’s about ensuring that if I am no longer here, someone capable can continue my work.”

A silence fell between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. L’s eyes searched yours, looking for understanding, perhaps even acceptance. You could see the conflict within him, the struggle between his logical mind and the unfamiliar territory of human connection.

“I need time to think about this,” you finally said, your voice gentle but firm.

L nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features. “Of course. Take all the time you need. This is not a decision to be made lightly.”

Finally, you made your decision.

One evening, you found L in his usual spot, hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen. The dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his focus. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“L,” you said softly, breaking the silence. He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting yours.

“I’ve thought about what you asked,” you continued, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And I agree.”

For a moment, L simply stared at you, processing your words. Then, slowly, he nodded, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his desk. “Understood. Thank you for your cooperation.”

You took a seat across from him, the air between you charged with a new sense of purpose. “How do we proceed?”

L leaned back, his thumb brushing his bottom lip in thought. “We need to ensure this doesn’t disrupt our work or compromise the investigation. The task force must not be aware of our personal connection, as it could create complications.”

You nodded, understanding the delicate balance that needed to be maintained. L’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “I must admit that emotional connections are not my area of expertise. This will be… a learning experience.  Should… we do it tonight?”

“Ah- Ah- Slow down, L-Lawliet!” you gasped, your voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and urgency.

L’s thrusts were sloppy but fast, driven more by instinct than experience. His movements lacked rhythm, a clear sign of his inexperience. He had come twice already without withdrawing from you, his body responding purely on primal urges.

He had done his research, concluding that a mating press might be the most effective position for this purpose. But he never anticipated how overwhelmingly good it would feel. Was it like this with everyone? Or was it something unique because it was you?

His thrusts grew more erratic, almost desperate. Small whines escaped his mouth, each one tinged with your name like a prayer. You could feel every twitch, every movement inside you, the raw intensity of his desire almost too much to bear.

“L,” you whispered, trying to regain some control. “You need to… slow down.”

He nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I’m trying,” he panted, his voice unsteady. “It’s just… so overwhelming.”

His usually sharp, calculating mind seemed lost in the haze of sensation. Every thrust, every brush of skin against skin, was a new experience for him. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between maintaining control and giving in to the raw pleasure.

He moaned at the familiar, overwhelming sensation of climaxing again, and you could feel your own release approaching. The intensity was almost unbearable when he grabbed a pillow and slipped it under your back, angling you into an even deeper mating press. His thrusts became more deliberate, his cock somehow reaching deeper, hitting your g-spot with precision over and over again.

The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that all you could do was chant his name like a mantra, each syllable a prayer of ecstasy. “L-Lawliet,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the force of your impending climax.

He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, his own pleasure driving him to thrust harder, faster. “S-shit,” he gasped, his breath hitching, “I think—” His words dissolved into a whine as he came again inside you, his release flooding your womb with a desperate, addictive need.

This wasn’t just about producing a successor anymore. It was about the raw, primal satisfaction of filling you over and over again. He was captivated by the sight of your bodies joined, the way your mixed arousal leaked from where you were connected, glistening in the dim light.

“Lawliet,” you cried out, your own climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, milking every last drop of his release as he continued to thrust, his movements erratic and needy.

He whimpered, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed his forehead against yours, his dark hair falling in a messy curtain around your face. “You feel… incredible,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion and exertion.

He groaned before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss deep and fervent. His cock remained erect inside you, pulsing with an insatiable desire. The feeling of having you this close, of being connected so intimately, was overwhelming. In that moment, he lost all sense of reason and the initial purpose behind his actions.

His mind, usually so sharp and focused on the Kira case, was now clouded with visions of a future he never thought he'd consider. He imagined how adorable you would look, carrying his child, a baby with his eyes and your smile. The idea of having a family with you consumed him, pushing all thoughts of logic and strategy aside.

Without realizing it, he began thrusting again, the movement instinctual and desperate. Each thrust was deliberate, fulfilling the small bump of cum inside you that was already visible through your tummy. He watched in awe, fascinated by the sight of your bodies joined so intimately, the tangible evidence of his desire and your shared pleasure.

“L-Lawliet,” you gasped against his lips, your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved within you. “What... what are you thinking?”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking about us. About a future I never allowed myself to dream of.” His voice was rough with emotion, a raw edge that you rarely heard.

Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor striking a chord deep within you. “Lawliet,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I never imagined… I never thought you’d want this.Want me”

“I didn’t either,” he admitted, his thrusts growing more purposeful. “But now, with you, that's all I can think about. The idea of you carrying my child, of us having a family…you in general… it’s overwhelming.”

He kissed you again, more gently this time, savoring the softness of your lips against his. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sensation heightened by the emotional intensity of the moment. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every detail.

“Do you… do you want this too?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

“Yes,” you breathed, the admission freeing a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying. “I want this. I want us.”

His eyes darkened with a mix of relief and desire, and he kissed you harder, his movements inside you becoming more urgent. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, each moan and gasp a testament to the bond growing between you.

As he continued to thrust, you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. He seemed to sense it too, his rhythm intensifying as he chased his own release.

“Lawliet,” you cried out, your climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

He groaned, his own release following closely behind, filling you once more. The feeling was addictive, the raw intimacy of it all-consuming. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered mostly to himself, his voice filled with wonder.

“Neither can I,” you replied, your heart pounding in sync with his. “But it feels right. It feels perfect.”

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “It does.”

You stayed entwined like that, savoring the afterglow and the newfound depth of your connection. The Kira case and the outside world faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of each other’s presence and the promise of a future together.

Eventually, as the reality of your situation began to seep back in, you knew you had to return to your duties. But the bond you had forged would remain, a source of strength and comfort in the days to come.

As L gently pulled out and helped you adjust, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “We’ll figure this out,” he said softly in a small whisper. “Together.”

“Together,” you echoed, your heart filled with a certainty that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.

[boneless-mika]

Accepting my Pretty 5 loss because I don’t have all the Arashi cards anyway (will I even ever be able to get Surprising Satisfaction??)