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The Perks Of Dating Damien

He’s gentle and patient with you

You have long and deep conversations together

He always finds you adorable

And he’ll always accept you, even when you’re weird.

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A short essay (1?)

So, the fandom for the Seduce me game isn’t a huge one. And I haven’t been here long enough to see the popular opinions of the game. (Favorite characters, favorite pairings, general popular opinions, etc.) But still, I imagine my opinion isn’t going to be very well received. Here goes nothing.

I do not like Saero. (In the canon verse anyway. I’ve been a part of an AU where he is redeemed, and I’ve tolerated him. Granted, he gets much much worse before he gets better. So he’s certainly not my favorite still in that verse. But in the canon, Seduce me universe, I really and truly do not like him.) See under the cut for the essay on why.

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The thing I'm most uncomfortable with this going forward is, like, "the Queen of England" is such a major phrase that I don't think I'll be able to let go.

And like this isn't just me -- large parts of modern culture, songs, phrases, etc. are based on the understanding that the monarch of England is Queen. (What are the Sex Pistols gonna say, now? "His fascist... raging?") And with a relatively minor (and rather negative experience, at that) interruption in the middle, this has been the case for the past almost 200 years. This isn't something we can just CHANGE. I get that she was old and going to die, and if the monarchy was going to continue at all obviously they'd need to find some successor. But everything from that past few centuries makes "King whatever" absolutely incompatible with it.

So, like, obviously that's not an acceptable situation. Which leaves a clear solution

The Queen is Dead; Force-Fem the King

Headcanons for Simeon being a househusband please

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Simeon x GN!MC

Characters: Simeon, Main Character

Additional Tags: fluff

A/N: *going feral over this request* It's short and sweet and I wanna kiss his face.

He decided to stay home after you two married. He was known in the human realm as a famous author, after all, so he could stand to stay home and take care of everything. It was an easy adjustment. In fact, after the pain of dealing with the strict structure and rigidness of the Celestial Realm, this seems like a vacation.

He sweeps every room of the house daily, keeps the dishes clean and the kitchen sparkling, takes out all the trash, and does the laundry when needed (he even hand washes delicates). Once a month, he deep cleans the entire house, including the upholstery. Everyday, he prepares a wonderful meal that you swear should earn him a michelin star. 

He's actually a little bored being a househusband because he feels like he never has enough to do. Despite keeping everything in amazing order, more so than any professional could, he feels like he should be doing more. Even working on his next book doesn't fill all his free time.

But when you come home from work absolutely exhausted, he understands why he does this. The grateful look on your face as you walk through the door and smell a fresh cooked meal, the way you kiss his cheek and thank him for everything he does, the small ways you try and spoil him in return for all he does despite your clear tiredness… he loves you so much.

You deserve everything. As far as you're concerned, so does he.

More doodles from ya gurl, featuring sheep MC and some of the bros!

Coward

Guys I deleted that post because I didn't have the fucking guts to post the follow-up

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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