#...rather overtag than undertag

[goofygoobsteroni]

sif in a skirt! and like.. a whole other outfit. fun fact! i drew the body and outfit on its own and decided months later on a whim to turn it into a sif. wow!

[stagelightwhump]

Are Units capable of eating normal food?

Yep! It doesn't provide them with a lot of energy, but they can eat it, and they do enjoy eating, especially citrusy or starch-rich foods. Of course, "repaired" "Units" need food to survive, but, again, they're much more dependent on their charging cords than they are on food and digestion to gain energy.

[axeofstars]

I swear I could find a way to beam all of my thoughts and exactly how I got there to my mother and she'd still misunderstand everything

[hellomehlo]

hi hi hi friends, just fyi all my Veilguard posts will be tagged with #mehl’s veilguard adventures in case you don’t wanna see veilguard content! I’ll be using #da:tv spoilers and #veilguard spoilers as my spoiler tags, but I don’t know whether I’ll really post too too much until I’m a little deeper into the game!

love ya - happy playing! x

[axeofsuns]

I don't think that pain is Normal

I Really don't think that's a normal thing

[selfship-stims]

F/O x S/I Stimboard

This one was very hard to do, because I wanted to avoid having too many weapons stims and this... is Samira we're talking about. I did my best with what I have. That being said, this is for a romantic selfship between Samira from League of Legends and an OC.

Credit: ~ ♡ ♡ ♡ ~ ~ ♡ ♡ ♡ ~ ~ ♡ ♡ ♡ ~

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 9: Presumed dead

tw: murder, character death, kidnapping mention, torture mention, grief, blood, gore, burns, restraints, gags, cages, arrest

[ossidae-passeridae]

Good Evening Humans, I Have Written Fic Once Again

Do you like:

Sith (Emperor) Obi-Wan being super normal about his Padawan Apprentice boy Enforcer

All of the politics but the POV character doesn't give a fuck about that

A Creeping Sense That Something Is Wrong

No Really

Something Is Wrong

(nothing is wrong. everything is just as it should be.)

Slice of Life composed mostly of summary executions and dinner parties

Sexy sparring

Then let me be the first to inform you that you have excellent taste. Also, this fic may be for you.

(I erred on the side of overtagging rather than undertagging, don't let them frighten you too much)

[sxnshxnxxnddxxsxxs]

i completely forgot that i could plug my fic here so here it is:

this one is for all the black nerds.

first things off fuck jkr for the terfery, the racism, the antisemitism, the misogyny, the lowkey cosplaying as a poor person and like the rest of her sins that i haven’t listed because i’m sure there are many more.

that said this is a harry potter fic.

it’s also an oc fic following a black girl main character who is powerful and does not have to use her power for the benefit of any white people.

i really think i might be going head to head with the magical negro trope even though that wasn’t my specific intention.

i am black by the way.

this is full of morally grey characters and just generally immoral characters, it is very much a dark fic.

it’s poly but also slowburn because it literally starts from the birth of our main character.

please heed the tags, though i have overtagged a bit i’d rather do that than undertag

it’s a somewhat self indulgent fic about a black girl who is powerful and beautiful and intelligent and only plays by her own rules. and isnt severely traumatised by misogynoir and forced to be subservient to white people.

i’m also making a conscious effort to do a decent amount of trope deconstruction, subversion, and world building.

it’s gonna be a long fic so please give it a chance if it sounds like your cup of tea. i’m also probably gonna post on here behind the scenes things about like world building choices i make and narrative decisions that won’t explicitly be discussed in the fic and just rants about research i’ve done for this.

[frighteneddraz]

Anthology of Arik 4

Triggers: Torture, gore, slavery, human experimentation, imprisonment, amputation, self mutilation

Some of these are more implied than overt, but again, I'd rather overtag than undertag. Thank you for reading my edgy nonsense.

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Arik didn’t have long, Malkion would be back soon. He pulled at the shackle holding his right hand, there was a tearing sensation, a sickening squelch, and suddenly… his hand was free. Next came the left, as the skin on his right regrew, Arik pulled with all his weight, the left was tighter though. So Arik pulled repeatedly, a pop, a crack, the sound of flesh being stretched and torn and an exquisite agony that radiated up Arik’s arm into his shoulder, then up his neck before pinging off his brain. Taking the hand, he reattached it to its stump, the flesh knitting back together in the darkened lab Arik had occupied for… he wasn’t sure how long. He would find out soon though. 

Arik looked at the hell that had been his home, his eyes had adapted to see in the dark, part of his bodies mutations according to Malkion, damp grey stone walls lined with rusting steel pipes. He was naked, as he had been since shortly after his arrival, but he was strong, and it was time to make his escape. But… a familiar dark voice spoke in the back of his mind, the Beast, as he had come to call it. Kill him. He has chained you here, torturing you for his own pleasure, make him scream as he made you scream. Make him suffer as he did you. You can do it. You have the power now. Arik considered the Beast’s words, a dark smile spreading across his scarred face.

The preparations were set, Arik had made a batch of the elixir Malkion had created for his unhealing wounds, a double batch, in fact. Malkion was late, by Arik’s reckoning, but that suited him fine, it gave him time. He was strong, but Malkion was far from weak, so those hours were crucial. The Elixir was made into a trap, one which would blind Malkion, as he had so many times to Arik, from there, Arik would push him against the wall and chain him there. Then… he would begin his own dark work. The thought filled Arik with more cruel glee than he would ever admit.

Malkion strolled into the lab in a chipper mood, he had broken subject 116 after all, things were going his way. Now for his favorite subject. The first thing that hit him, as always, was the smell of blood and chemicals, subject 10 was the only one who he kept in his personal lab and as always the aroma of him was glorious. The second thing was a new sensation… fear, as he saw the shackles on the wall lay empty. Subject 10 had escaped. No, no, no, no… The third thing that hit him was yet another new sensation: agony.

Arik watched the door handle turn as he hid in what would be Malkion’s blind spot, ready to cover the bastard in the acid he called an elixir. Malkion was smiling, and humming, carrying his supplies for today's experiments, including that sword. Perfect. Arik could barely contain his glee as he poured the elixir all over the mad scientist’s head, aiming to get most of it on the front side; he was largely successful, given the screaming and the fact Malkion dropped the experiment supplies to clutch uselessly at his face.

Without missing a beat, Arik kicked Malkion in the back, sending him sprawling forward, but caught his right arm, and swung his body into the back wall. Malkion still hadn’t registered what was happening, the pain taking away any situational awareness he otherwise would have had, and soon, he was being chained as Arik had. Quickly, Arik took the healing potion he had brewed and poured it over Malkion’s eyes, restoring them so that he could gaze upon his precious Experimental weapon: subject 10. 

Laughing darkly Arik looked down at Malkion, his face hideously scarred by the acid, and his newly restored eyes filled with fear and despair. “Well Malkion, what was your most recent Experiment number? 119? That would make you experiment 120, correct? Now, let’s begin expanding your limits, shall we? Hahahaha! AHAHAHAHAH!”

Now it was Malkion’s turn to scream. And scream he did, Arik kept him alive for days, butchering him and tormenting him in uncountable creative ways, until he was wholly unrecognizable. Even as he begged for Arik to kill him, Arik, no… The Beast that Malkion had created, had finalized the form of, had given purpose to, laughed in his face. Malkion wanted it to end. Subject 120 begged. Pleaded, but The Beast would not relent. Would not let him rest. Subject 120 died, not from his wounds, The Beast would not allow that, instead, his heart gave out. He died of agony, and as Arik had once promised, when he arrived in the Hells below, he wept for joy, for the devils were not half-so creative as Arik had become in the 6 years Malkion had known him as Experimental Weapon: Subject 10.

Arik looked at the skinless corpse that had once been the great Alchemist Malkion of Vildholm. He felt a profound emptiness. The glee that had come with his vengeance, the dark joy of watching his own personal subject suffer was spent. All that remained was darkness. He left and only now did he remember the others. Those dubbed experiments 115-119, the most recent batch of poor fuckers Malkion had obtained for his twisted research.

He found 115 in her cell. She had once, probably, been pretty. Malkion’s experiments had turned her dark hair white, her now lifeless eyes a light brown, her skin a deep golden tan, and on her neck Arik found a holy symbol. She had once been a cleric, or perhaps a paladin, Arik realized. The fact she wore her holy symbol meant that Malkion had broken her. Arik closed her eyes, he wanted to cry, but the all consuming darkness in Arik’s heart prevented that.

116 was a large fellow, a mite taller than Arik, and he had been decidedly handsome, pale skin with blonde hair and blue eyes with high cheekbones. Arik noticed something, he had learned enough from being experimented on to recognize that this man had likely been… alive when Arik had begun his vengeance. He had died of thirst. Arik closed his eyes too, guilt burning in his breast, but he took some small solace noticing that he too, bore a holy symbol around his neck. A cleric? A paladin? He wasn’t sure but… He hadn’t cost someone their life who wasn’t already dead.

That was what Arik thought at first, but he found 118 alive, the 3 man cell occupied by 117 and 119 as well. 117 appeared to be a high elf, blonde hair and translucent pale skin with emerald green eyes. He was lithe, as most elves tend to be, and relatively tall for a elf, he looked like he had been capable. 119 was likely 117’s sister, as she appeared mostly identical, save for… Arik’s gaze landed on 118, a giantkin of incredible size, a wound on his stomach likely the only reason he was even still here. But he looked tired, and thirsty. Arik realized that he had to move quickly. Running back to the lab, he broke one of the pipes and filled as many containers as he could with water, before returning. 118 drank deeply, downing several liters of water in only a handful of minutes. When he had drank his fill 118 stared Arik down, he looked… angry.

“My friends’d be alive if you hadn’t… I heard the screams. I’m glad that fucker suffered, and I know it’s not fair of me to say this, but… Why the hell didn’t you…” The giantkin looked like he was going to hit Arik, but then… he just deflated. “Leave,” he said, and Arik, not knowing what to say… simply did so.

6 years. That’s how long he’d been in Malkion’s “care”, something he determined by reading some of Malkion’s own notes. He should have killed him and left, but… that wouldn’t have been good enough, whispered that dark voice in Arik’s mind. He needed to suffer, and you made him suffer. Arik couldn’t make himself disagree, and that sickened him. He had lost so much more than time, he had lost something integral. He had lost the ability to look people in the eye and not have them see only the darkest pit of his soul. He had lost his chance at happiness. He had lost much of his humanity. They will know your pain, we will show them, whispered that horrible, beautiful darkness. They will know the fear when they meet your gaze. They will suffer as you have. Arik hated how much that appealed to him. Hated how much he hated everyone. Hated how dark Malkion had made the pit in his soul. He may have broken out, but in the end, Malkion still owned him. Still laid claim to the goodness in his heart. Arik feared he had taken it with him to the grave. Arik feared that he would always be subject 10.

[onewomancitadel]

That whole fucking thing of fucking with settings where the consent is clear because it's baked into the concept (fuck-or-die only happens because we know the characters really want it; it's the set-up and payoff) introducing more offensive concepts like 'dubcon' (if there is any space between 'yes' and 'no', you have now just muddied our ability to talk about rape and sexual assault clearly; either it's bad or it isn't, or you have now given ammunition to the rapist's defense) is so fucking annoyingly shortsighted. If you're too cowardly to commit and tag your fic 'rape' because your only conception of rape is physically violent and a stranger on the streets, then just be honest and think about what you're writing and why and how consent during sex actually works.

I also just hate this deconstructionist approach to narrative tropes. I get that critiquing the gender dynamics of established storytelling tropes is necessary, I do, and I get that there are some darker gender underpinnings, but when it comes to smushing characters together under a magical spell or scenarios where they just have to have sex, I think it's pretty clear like... what the intention of that trope is, and I think playing with it is fun (I definitely have a few in my head I want to eventually work on), but the inability to recognise what they service narratively, undercutting the entire point of them to even making them unromantic (ugh, I've read plenty of those) and then going even further and introducing bad, shortsighted sexual politics? I find this rather offensive. (This even applies to things like gameified soulmate tropes where I'm not even sure I'm reading a romantic story anymore lol).

I understand that the whole culture of 'dubcon' is well and truly accepted, and challenging it is worthless, but my criticism from it comes from the fact that I find it a) craven, b) offensive, c) further evidence of hypermoralising in fandom which ends up achieving nothing. If anybody wants to come at me for feminist reasons, know that I think this is moreso indicative of the way we talk about rape as opposed to being its own critical moral crisis (and fandom running around in circles to police itself) - I think difference of opinion can exist here if you've got good intentions - and if you separately feel there is a grey area between rape and sex, know that I don't really care. The case for this is frequently made by rapists. If it's an approach which says, well, better to overtag than undertag, I've been caught off-guard enough times with a fic where I'm like, what exactly is wrong here? And I otherwise have a sensible approach to consent, and it's made me pretty uncomfortable. In the opposite sense, I've read fics tagged 'dubcon' worth a much darker rating than that, which betrays... quite a lot.

Getting a bit much there, sorry. I just find this type of fandom politicking and overpolicing so tiresome, particularly because there are bigger issues and it's such demonstrable evidence of people not fundamentally giving a fuck and further to that, fucking with basic fucking narrative logic.

[ashes-onthewind]

okay yall! janthir wildsblogging is gonna start real soon~

block the tag #janthir wilds spoilers and/or #gw2 spoilers if you don't want spoilers from previous expacs as well :D

i'll always overtag rather than undertag, so. good luck avoiding spoilers o7

[sea-of-dandelions]

!!! (im on mobile so i screenshotted😞)

for asa plssss

hehehe <3

💕 How affectionate are you?

"Very! Llyr isn't all much of a fan of it, but Ailbe is always up for it! Hehe~"

📖 Do you read, or are you illiterate?

"Uhhmmnnnn.... I used to. I can read just fine! Work has just been pretty busy lately... I only have this one book on me. See?"

👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 Do you have any family? What's your relationship with your family members?

"I do have family! I have my parents, their names are Mairenn and Ciar. And there's Íte, she's my younger sister. And Llyr too, don't tell him I said this, but he's like family to me. My younger brother. There's also Stonecutter and Eir and Ailbe! I love them all, very very much. I... I hope I'll be able to see them again. I'll get stronger, and then I'll find them all again..."

👓 How responsible are you?

"Llyr and Stonecutter would probably disagree if I said anything other than "not at all" so... ehe~"

ask game !!

[felassan]

Random, but haven't we also known about Tevinter Templars not having powers? I saw you listed it as a spoiler, and I thought it was weird because I haven't read TN but I already knew that fact. And now I can't place where I heard it from.

Yes! We knew already that the majority of the Vint templars do not have anti-magic powers, from an old blog post [iirc?] of DG’s and I think it was either some dialogue w/ Cullen or Cullen war table flavor text. I added spoiler tags just to be extra safe, you can never be too cautious when it comes to spoilers and tagging! for the same reason I also applied spoiler tags to the coffee & Siccari posts (TN spoilers at link) - these things were both definitely pre-existing knowledge but some people were only coming across it for the first time in TN. in addition, for example, in the post about Tevinter templars, I also mentioned the special anti-mage weapons that they have, which I am positive that we are only learning of for the first time in TN, hence that is for sure a spoiler. :)

[msg refs this post]  TN spoilers at link

[dominatie]

mostenire replied to your post: You think... if you die as yourself, it might...

“ i can tell you with upmost certainty that it won’t. ”

“If you say so.”

[michajawkan]

There’s that one interview going around where they talk about how they struggled to figure out how to make certain features of Sonic “fit” and I feel like when you’re working with a design that’s already charming and iconic like Sonic’s if you’re at any point struggling with making it look appealing, you need to back up and try a different direction, t b h;