After the Rain (pancetta quiche for two)
Marcille decides to put off course work to go grocery shopping downtown with Falin. It ends up being one of the better choices she has made in life.
(Grad school AU)
Fandom: Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon
Relationship: Marcille Donato / Falin Touden
Rating: Explicit (explicit sexual content)
Warnings: None
For people interested in: a slice of life, modern/grad school AU, character exploration, body worship, and Falin as a service top ough
Notes: This is my debut fic yay! I'm more than open to critique :)
Read on ao3!
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Thank you @three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat for the tag!
Last song: Aviva by Michelle Gurevich who I discovered today and have been listening to all day. If you want a wlw non-American retro vibes singer with a very rich slightly husky voice I highly recommend.
Currently watching: Arcane which I semi-regularly liveblog on Sundays. Come watch me make a fool of myself tomorrow if you feel like it.
Three ships: Blumendrei (Critical Role), Mattkey (woe.begone) and... sigh. I'm going to end up shipping Jayce and Viktor (Arcane) aren't I. I'm not quite there yet mostly because they aren't quite dysfunctional enough for my tastes yet but I have a feeling they'll manage to fuck it all up quite satisfactorily.
Favorite color: Light grey
Currently consuming: Tea (herbal, orange flavoured)
First ship: Lawlight, I feel like this fact is very telling of my tastes.
Relationship status: single and not currently looking to change that
Last movie: I don't watch movies
Currently working on: Master's thesis and PhD applications, deeply resenting how heavily the latter has been weighing in the ratio of time spent but I finally got to dive back into the thesis this week.
Tagging @toasthaste, @felixcosm, @fluxoid, @parkeryangs, @definitely-not-an-alb,
@nikita-not-nikola, @breathing-and-stuff, @sandybrett and anyone else who wants to!
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I HAD A REVELATION
okay so I was thinking about gender. My gender. And my feelings about being a cis girl over time.
When I was little I used to wear all kinds of dresses and wore nail polish and even occasionally makeup (but like. Sloppily as a 7 year old would lol) and how overtime I stopped wearing nail polish and stopped wearing dresses and despised make up.
I dont really remeber why I stopped with nail polish. Maybe because it flaked off too easily or maybe I was sick of the few colors we had idk. I know I gradually stopped wearing dresses and night gowns because I was sick of being told I couldnt "put my legs up [up against the wall or just straight up in the air] or that I had to sit a certain way while wearing one. So I wore more and more pants.
I think about how i used to stand in the toys aisles while my mom did grocery shopping and look at "The Boys" section and think how much cooler it was than the girls section.
And I think about how my music teacher told us one day we'd hit puberty and we'd grow and us girls would be like "[in a high pitched voice] OH MY GOSH I LOVE BOYS AND DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SO AND SO" and I looked over at my classmates and friends to see if they were also terrified of becoming annoying teenage boy-obsessed girls.
And i think about how when I was at my friend's house and we were building "tree forts" in the woods i would wish I had a penis for the convenience of being able to just go pee behind a tree, because squatting near the ground was Not Fun and I hated walking all the way back to the house.
And I think about how I hated that I'd have to wear a bra once my boobs started to come in
Now you might be thinking. Friend I think you want[ed] to be a boy. But the thing is, i dont.
I may have hated being restricted in dresses but I dont actually hate them. I've gotten a couple dresses in the last 10 years (for prom and graduation and a [not my] wedding) and how I actually did like how I looked in them and enjoyed wearing them for that time.
I think about how I was jealous of the boys selection of toys, but also how I had a ton of barbies that I massively enjoyed and how if I'd been a boy I probably wouldnt have been able to enjoy them (thanks to pressure from society) as well as a bunch of other "girly" items and shows and movies.
I think about how I'm actually Asexual and that I wasnt scared of becoming "a young woman", I just didnt understand the obsession with sex/romance/boyfriend&girlfriend stuff.
And while having a penis is more convenient for peeing I also remeber thinking that it would suck to get kicked in the balls and/or that trope of falling on soemthign between your legs that happens in so many movies (not that it feels any better with a vagina honestly). And that if I had been born a boy I'd most likely have to deal with all the toxic masculinity forced on me, and I'm glad I dont have to deal with that.
And while me and my boobs dont always get along, I remember that after getting my first cute bra, I thought. Oh well maybe this isnt so bad. And I mostly wear sports bras now because I do wish they were smaller and I HATE that so many bras (EVEN THE SPORTS BRAS) are already padded into cup shapes, and while I don't mind Having Boobs, i Do Not want to show them off. And sometimes i think that maybe i wouldn't mind chopping them off, but then i think how my figure/outline/silhouette would look with out them, and that seems worse.
And i think about the times I've accidentally been called "Sir" from tired fast food employees when wearing gender nonspecific clothing and felt happy about it. But not "oh it feels right to be called sir/he/him" , but more of "hehe I fooled you! You thought this was a dress but its pants!"
And really this is all to say. I was born a girl and grew up that way so it's what I'm used to. If I'd been born with a dick then I guess I'd be a guy. If you magically stuck me in a male body right now, would I feel like a Guy or feel like a girl in a guys body? I honestly dont know. So am I non binary? Maybe that that doesnt quite feel right either.
Being a girl is what I've grown up as and into, and it's what I'm used to and going by anything else is… odd. Maybe itd be better and maybe it wouldnt. It's like an old blanket. You've had it forever and maybe its frayed and patched maybe a little too small and it's not what people expect you to have for a blanket, and maybe you could do with a new one. But nothing feels right with out it. No other blanket feels the same. It's what you're used to and its familar. It's a comfort blanket.
And that's why being a [cis] girl is my comfort gender.
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actually, fuck it, woe! wip wednesday be upon ye! [i'm. we're basting another hyrohtyr au. i'm being unwell.] i'm currently too tired to give the entire context and i have no idea if i'll finish the whole piece, but i had to do something to get blorbo feelies out of my braincase bc i'm. i'm having a time. anyway!
what i will give you is this is sometime after ziost, but before kotfe. bc that's like. that's important timeline detail. xD
“Did you get my message?”
The shell is familiar, the outline of a stance, but that’s where it ends. His feet steady into an ingrained rhythm that suggests parade rest, save for his hands clasping in front around the datapad. There’s… something about it she hasn’t seen since… Yavin.
The frown finally stirs upon her lips. Nine was not one about whom she often searched the Force for answers upon, having learned quickly it was much too akin to an infringement upon the agent’s boundaries and trust, but she didn’t need it now to feel caution cool her previously racing thoughts.
What happened on Ziost… It would change everything. Everyone. Touched by Vitiate’s influence directly or not. It was changing everything, almost faster than she could fathom stamping down upon it.
And they’ve never spoken about what’s in his files, handed over to her in the wake of Imperial Intelligence, in the aftermath of Revan. She had known enough, when they stood on Ziost. It had not spared them a violent, jagged reality. No matter her intentions on the matter.
“I… admit I haven’t had time to read it in full,” she says carefully.
“Good.” He nods, his eyes dropping to his hands. “I… This is.” He clears his throat again, more roughly this time. “I felt this would be better delivered in-person.”
Her brow furrows as he hands over the datapad without so much as a hint of expectation.
Just an offering and exhausted, hollowed, waiting eyes.
She takes the datapad. “I thought I made myself clear, Commander,” she says, stern eyes still on him. “You were supposed to be off-duty.”
For barely a moment, a ceding, knowing smile ghosts the corners of his lips before he merely nods again. “You did,” he says evenly. His hands settle in front of him - a bit more easily, more familiar now in full rest.
A beat of silence between them before he draws in a slightly deeper breath quietly with a faint bracing of his shoulders and a firmer set in his jaw as he levels his gaze with hers.
“I… would like to make that arrangement more… permanent, Minister.”
He knows how much I hate that title-
bonus:
i want to shake him and lana's dynamic like a gumball machine.
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