#Appreciative Inquiry

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[dreamsicle262]

Dead Plate AU Information

This is a masterpost detailing my AUs for Dead Plate, which may soon become their own fanfics—if given enough time—since I plan on trying to write out a few. There's a lot of text so be warned: there's a long post underneath the cut. I tried to describe character designs when necessary because there's currently no images like character sheets/references yet. Hopefully I'll get there. This post might be edited if I have more AU ideas, or if I add pictures.

As a note beforehand, I do have a headcanon involving Vincent not having a sense of smell, since being able to taste goes hand in hand with being able to pick up on scents. If he can’t taste things, then he likely cannot smell anything either. This headcanon remains consistent with him in these universes, unless stated otherwise.

Vampire AU

Dead Plate, but Vincent is a vampire. That’s pretty much what this AU is.

At some point prior to the events of Dead Plate, Vincent got turned into a vampire. He has only been dealing with it for a short amount of time, and his fangs have been taking quite a while to grow in. He didn’t really think anything of it at first. He still couldn’t taste foods, his appetite generally remained low, and he usually didn’t experience hunger very strongly.

He does murder Manon still. It’s during this time that Vincent is suddenly aware that he’s able to smell blood. Naturally, he figures that if he can smell blood, then he might be able to taste it. However, he doesn’t drink any of Manon’s blood to test this; whatever she has to offer he’s not interested in. It’s at this point that his plans have changed, and figuring out if he can actually taste something aside from nothing at all becomes his main priority. The whole ‘cooking with love’ thing is put off to the side for the time being. This could be attributed to him being selfishly inclined.

It's only when Rody accidentally cuts open his finger the next day that things change, and he actually does take the opportunity he’s been given to taste test his blood. As expected, this is an awkward situation for the both of them afterwards.

I haven’t fully decided on where I’d like to go with this AU to make it any different from the main plot of Dead Plate, but maybe an incident happens during the dinner party or something. I’ll figure it out when I actually get to writing the potential fanfic for this one.

There are no design changes for this AU aside from me giving Vincent fangs. He looks normal otherwise, and his fangs aren’t visible when his mouth is closed. There’s general vampire lore that I use that’s different from what’s usually expected of vampires but that probably doesn’t need to be elaborated here. I’m always open to questions on my AUs for further clarification though.

Florist + butcher AU

Rody is a florist, and Vincent is a butcher.

Vincent wasn’t able to open up a restaurant in this AU, but was content with opening up a butcher shop instead, still providing quality service to his customers in the process. Despite his shop being popular, it isn’t as large as it could be. In order to not put as much pressure on himself, he does have a few employees managing the shop’s orders, which mostly consists of providing custom cuts of meat or preparing special deliveries since his business is still a fairly big deal. Vincent himself mostly deals with the actual butchering in the back, instead of serving customers directly. He’s very picky about where he sources his products from, only accepting offers from places with a track record of animals raised to be high quality. Sometimes, this makes his store’s selections limited, and because it takes time to get new shipments in occasionally due to the distance, the products rotate every two days. Vincent lives above his business.

Rody is a florist, having managed to open up a store by saving up enough money to rent out an available building right next to Vincent’s butcher shop. He did this in order to cope with his break up, and to hopefully impress Manon and get her back. Since he’s managed to start his own business, it’s working out for him, surprisingly. Even if his business is for her sake and not his, at least he’s making progress with some personal growth and success. Rody still has a few issues with sourcing his products if he can’t grow them himself, but is otherwise doing okay. It is due to this reason that he is unable to deliver flowers, and majority of his customers are walk-ins instead. The only exception is if they happen to live nearby and he can reach them that way with his bike. Some of the flowers he sells come from his rooftop garden, which is contained within a greenhouse so he doesn’t go out of business every winter. His new apartment is below this garden, but above his flower shop. It is still considerably messy, but he tries to make improvements where he can.

Manon never had a rebound with Vincent, and was only aware that Rody had opened up a flower shop when he happened to get an advertisement in the newspaper and she saw it. Since then, she has opted to stay in contact with him, and occasionally visits like she used to. She lives somewhat nearby both stores. Given how Rody is making personal progress instead of being too self-sacrificing for her, she’s been trying to encourage him to invest more into his business instead of worrying about her all the time. It’s worked a little bit so far. Sometimes, Rody gives her nice bouquets of flowers that have meanings behind them since he knows quite a lot about flower language now.

Plot-wise, Rody will be staying in his chosen location near Vincent's butcher shop until he has enough money to relocate, but during that time he will get to know Vincent more due to their close proximity to each other constantly. Vincent, while originally annoyed by Rody's presence, starts to become intrigued by him and wants him to stay just so he can observe him some more. Of course, this leads to problems when he catches wind that Rody will be leaving soon, and is later told by Rody himself that he'll soon be 'out of his hair' in another month or so.

In response to this, Vincent starts sabotaging Rody's business by messing with stuff regarding the building (electrical cables, etc etc) and killing off his most frequent customers in order to cook into meals for him as potential bribery to stay. All of this negatively impacts Rody's business, especially financially, so he has to remain where he is longer than expected. He doesn't even know that Vincent is killing his business (quite literally) right next to him.

Design-wise, Rody wears an outfit similar to his casual clothes, but with his shirt buttoned up. His undershirt is a faded mossy green. Over his shirt, he has a dark brown apron with small, white floral patterns embroidered at the bottom to make it more noticeable. He also has an upper left pocket in the apron that he uses to tuck one flower in every day. It is usually roses of varying colors, but can be other flowers that mean love as well. Sometimes, his hair is tied back in a small low ponytail.

Vincent's design remains relatively the same, save for a kind of yellowish apron that goes over his outfit as well, and a pair of black gloves. His apron used to be white, but, given the nature of his work, it ended up giving it a look similar to old and yellowed book pages. It definitely has a few stains on it, but that comes with the job.

Manon retains her usual design. Can't improve perfection.

Zombie apocalypse AU

I had the vague idea for this AU, and @dollsteaparty helped me out with some other bits.

This AU is after the Table for One ending.

The zombie apocalypse happens and Rody primarily remains in his apartment during the beginning of it. He doesn't dare leave, and he doesn't even bother to look outside. The prospect of it scares him shitless, and for good reason. However, at some point he starts running out of food, and he can really only think of one good place in order to stock up. This forces him to finally venture out of his safe haven of his apartment and go back to Vincent's restaurant.

Unfortunately, Vincent is undead by this time, and isn't in a very good shape. His mouth is all fucked up and generally looks kinda like that one doodle in the upper left corner of a page by one of the devs that looked like it was based on a game or something. To make matters worse, he regained his ability to taste when he got turned in the first place, but his jaw is weakened and he can't bite down as well as he'd like or move it as much as he wants to most of the time. He can taste just fine but can't eat well, which has the expected side effect of pissing him off greatly with how ironic it is. Other than that, he's pretty well put together as a zombie, aside from the obvious ravenous behavior and poor muscle control that comes with being one in general.

When Rody does find Vincent, he's in the freezer room, and while Rody is strong enough to hold him off, it quickly becomes annoying to have to do. Eventually he's able to come to a compromise with Vincent, since apparently he's able to be reasoned with even in his current condition. Rody stitches up the sides of Vincent's jaw to the best of his ability to make it look more normal, but his handiwork isn't the best since his hands were so shaky. He was just nervous about them being near Vincent's mouth and the possibility of being bitten that comes with that.

The two then enter a relationship of forced codependency due to Vincent wanting to reopen his bistro even though it's the apocalypse since he's dead set on continuing business as usual and he can finally taste food, and Rody needing a safer place to stay where there's a food supply available, not to mention weapons. In fact, Rody's return helps the restaurant reopen, since beforehand people were too scared to enter the place, and they didn't even know it was technically still functional. It's still clean and everything too, because there was no way in hell Vincent would let his bistro fall into ruin.

The place becomes tense neutral ground where no violence is permitted in the dining area, and people are advised to use their best manners. It's a fine dining establishment and they will act accordingly. Both alive and undead customers show up, but now there's a sign outside the bistro that has a set of rules that everyone has to abide by if they wish to live. Besides, Vincent is capable of either reasoning with or even outright threatening other undead people if they don't act nice to their living counterparts while inside or around his esteemed establishment.

No one can have their weapons out or in view, customers cannot fight amongst themselves, no one except for staff are allowed in the kitchen, don't ask about the screams coming from the freezer, no one is advised to make sudden movements like running (something about predator drive and sudden movements making even valued customers look like prey), no one is advised to send the meals back to the kitchen since they most likely don't want their scent on it (they'll be associated with the food and have to be killed anyways), and if anyone has a problem, they can take it up with Vincent personally in the freezer. True to his word, Vincent still doesn't serve human meat... to his human customers. Any undead customers will usually be consuming human meat in their dishes because they can actually appreciate it.

Rody is the only one allowed to serve the customers in the dining area because all of the cooks working for Vincent are also undead, with the exception of the one cook that was fired since they got rehired. They help to desensitize their undead coworkers to a human in their midst, and also are a familiar face, so they have a lower risk of getting attacked. The zombified cooks and their fear of Vincent overrides any instincts that they might have as zombies, so he's capable of keeping them in line and certainly isn't afraid to enforce his rules in the kitchen. Both Vincent and his employees are in a much better preserved condition than any zombies outside the establishment due to them having access to a functional freezer. Also, Vincent does still pay whoever works for him. Vincent's apartment just upstairs has largely not been used in awhile, so that is where Rody stays, along with people who are looking for a safe place to stay for only one night. Vincent gets oddly upset when there's guests and Rody has to stay with them, but he does know it's for the better. Rody is also responsible for going on resource runs for cleaning supplies or ingredients, and for also stitching up the cooks when necessary.

Speaking of the cooks, sometimes they are put in the freezer on meat hooks as a form of solitary confinement for messing up very badly. They look miserable through that window in the freezer room door and Rody can very clearly see them when this does occur. That one human cook isn't stabbed with the meat hook and is usually just tied to it instead. If Rody gets the same treatment, he is usually tied up and left to sit on the floor for awhile, but typically doesn't remain in there for long since he either has to serve customers or Vincent deems his expression too 'unpleasant to look at' and lets him go anyways.

Character designs aren't too different aside from Vincent looking a little messed up in regards to his jaw, and Rody looking a lot more unkempt.

I also don't know where I'm going with this AU and if I particularly want Rody to be zombified or not... but I did think about a scenario where that would happen, as a treat. He would be turned by Vincent personally if he was dying somehow, and he'd probably try to get to his heart to eat it first before Rody turns completely. Something about wanting to taste what love really tastes like since it's his heart... and for Rody, laying his heart bare (literally in this case) and being able to love in such a way that it practically seems like he's serving his heart on a platter. Very big fan of the character design and what it could mean or show about him. Also I think Rody should lose the ear he lost in the actual game too. Just because.

As for that one human cook, Vincent would probably just get another cook to make them into a zombie if they were on the verge of death. They're not worth his time.

Plushie platonic soulmate AU

(Disclaimer: I actually am not fond of soulmate AUs in the traditional sense (aka almost exclusively romantic in nature) so this is platonic. Vincent is aspec to me in some way to begin with, so there's that too.)

During his emotional turmoil following his break up, Rody receives a mysterious plushie at his doorstep that looks like someone he’s never met before. He doesn’t know who sent it. This plushie is Vincent, but Rody doesn’t really know that yet. He’s heard of him since he’s a world renowned chef, but he’s not very familiar with his appearance. Either way, he reluctantly decides to keep the plushie, before eventually discarding it after it keeps showing up in his kitchen despite him putting it on a shelf somewhere. Also, his utensils seem to move in different places every day, so it’s creeping him out. It’s during this time that he’s looking for a job, but doesn’t take up the opportunity to work for Vincent, and instead opts for a simple fast food job. The Vincent plushie keeps showing up despite Rody’s attempts to get rid of it, so he just gives up and lets it remain in his apartment. One day, he wakes up to a fresh lemon tart, but no evidence that it was baked using his kitchen, especially since he doesn’t even have the ingredients to make that dessert. Beside it is the plushie, sitting there innocently.

On the other side of things, Vincent also receives a plushie of Rody that appears in his apartment one day on his living room table. He simply discards it, uncaring of where it came from. However, it keeps appearing again and again and it’s frustrating him to no end. At some point, he mutilates it with one of his knives, then trashes it again. When it comes back just as new, he puts it in plastic packaging and tosses it out of his window into the alley. When it returns yet again, he finally gets so fed up that he shoves it into the oven and sets it on fire that way. The plushie ends up coming back again and Vincent just puts it on his desk in his room, unwilling to mess with it anymore. He has no idea who the plushie was supposed to be because he’s never seen anyone like that before in his bistro. On top of this being strange, he also feels the strange urge to hide this plushie from Manon, since he doesn’t want her knowing that he has this. It’s unnatural and out of character for him to have something like that when it doesn’t serve any real purpose.

At some point, Rody and Vincent get to find the other person with their plushie counterpart and are both left thoroughly confused as to what it could mean.

Character designs for this AU do not vary.

Vincent forced therapy AU

Funnily enough, this AU came to me in a dream with one vague scene, and then it just went from there after discussing it with @vinylbiohazard. It's also exactly what it sounds like.

This AU is set after the Best Served Hot ending.

Vincent somehow survives after his restaurant was set on fire, but does have severe burns and some blood loss. The only reason why he doesn’t have severe blood loss is because the wound on his neck was cauterized by the flames, so it ended up not bleeding as much anymore. There’s still the glass shards that needed to be dealt with, though, so he does still need medical attention. One of the luckiest factors in this is how his restaurant was running out of cooking oil anyways, which is one of the reasons why he was even able to get out in the first place before his exits were blocked off.

Whenever the information of his bistro burning down becomes public, the general assumption of what happened is that he had been drunk, suddenly ‘snapped,’ and then tried to commit suicide while also taking his business with him. Essentially, his life is ruined, because he doesn’t seem too stable to the general population, and the media is having a field day with headlines. He does end up in the hospital trying to recover, and he’s not permitted to speak much for a while so his neck can heal. He technically still can since his vocal cords weren’t damaged, but it’s best that he doesn’t talk for some time. His neck is still in bad shape, but it could have been worse; the wine bottle that he was stabbed with narrowly missed the major veins and arteries in that area. By the end of everything, he does heal enough to look relatively normal, aside from the burns and scar tissue.

During this time, Rody is laying low at his apartment. He never comes out with the truth regarding his missing ear, and everyone just assumes that he lost it in an unrelated accident for being clumsy. While he would ideally like to stay away from the food industry, he does end up finding another job at a fast food place. When he learns that Vincent is still alive, he’s initially still upset, but since he’s had some time to cool down following the incident, he mostly just feels horrible. After all, he had expressed some concern about Vincent losing everything if something were to happen to his business. While not ready to approach him about it in the direct aftermath, Rody decides that he will try to talk it out with him at a later date.

As it gets closer to the day where Vincent can be released from the hospital, Rody shows up to talk to him, or, more accurately, speak his mind. He can talk to him without being interrupted, so he’s taking his opportunity to explain why he was so upset and why he acted the way he did. Adrenaline and trying to make rational decisions don’t mix well. Vincent has to sit there and listen to Rody rant for a little bit, all while he’s still not supposed to speak. At some point a nurse asks if the two were friends or something, and Rody has to awkwardly go along with it and say yes. Vincent is probably grumbling to himself mentally as this occurs.

Unfortunately, since Vincent’s apartment was above his restaurant, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go but Rody’s apartment following being released from the hospital. Rody’s not too happy with it either, but he’ll manage. In fact, he’s the reason why Vincent even gets to go to therapy in the first place. He’s the one to suggest it.

Vincent keeps taking Rody’s knives in his apartment because he doesn’t use them, they’re sharp, and he’s been considering killing Rody off anyways from being forced to live with him for so long. He has to keep getting them confiscated by Rody due to this. Whenever he’s scheduled to have therapy, however, he brings at least three knives with him and keeps them hidden. He doesn’t actually get to take them into the room where he’s supposed to have a therapy session and he has to begrudgingly give them all back to Rody beforehand. He may have been fully intending on using them to murder the therapist. It doesn’t look good for him, but he essentially has a mentality similar to ‘I’ve lost everything so why does it matter what I do now?’, so he doesn’t care.

There are no design changes for Rody in this AU, but Vincent has a few. There’s scar tissue on the right side of his neck from being stabbed there, as well as burn scars. There’s additional burns on most of his upper torso and arms. Any other burns aren’t as major, and most of them on his body healed over. In the hospital, he had bandages on over these while they were still healing.

[zevlovor]

Hi there! 🐞anon.

I’ve reached out to you previously but this ask has me a bit embarrassed. I was wondering if you were in the mood to write some Zevlor fluff (and possibly a bit more if you’re up for it 🫣) I just really am craving some soft/caring Zevlor

Don't be embarassed, sweet anon! It's about time I tried my hand at something smutty 😈

Zevlor x gn reader (you are Tav)

18+ MDNI

I went off with this one, sorry if it's too long!

Themes: sexy stuff, nudity, poor prose, awkward fluff-smut, Zevlor is a consent king

Warning: abrupt fade-to-black ending because I am blushing too much writing this.

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You were exhausted. You had just endured the worst week you think you ever had.

You couldn't shake this awful back pain that started ever since the battle a few days ago, you hadn't slept more than a couple hours a night, and that tadpole in your head wouldn't stop squirming around. You felt... restless.

Sure, the grove was safe(r).

And you had made so many great friends, especially... ❤️‍🔥him❤️‍🔥, but-

Before you can finish your thought, you hear a rustling outside your tent.

"No blood tonight, Astarion. I need to save my strength." You sigh flippantly and roll over.

"Tav? It's me." A charming, husky voice entered the confines of your tent. It was ❤️‍🔥Zevlor❤️‍🔥!

"Zevlor! Come in." you didn't think it mattered that you were completely naked since you and Zevlor shared some pleasures of the flesh in the darkness some nights ago.

Zevlor peers into the tent with his warm ochre eyes, and as quickly as the tent flap had opened, he lowered his burning eyes and looked down. "Ah! Please forgive me, my dear."

You giggle lightly at his flustered expression and cover your supple naked body with your blanket, beckoning him to sit with you on your bedroll. He was really just pretending he wasn't grabbing your bare ass a few nights ago? In fact, the claw marks may still be there.

"It's okay, Zevlor, I'm decent now." You smile at him gently. You realize even though you felt each others bodies that one night, neither of you got a good look since it was so dark. You get carried away imagining how you might trace the infernal ridges that decorate his body once more, this time with the visual of his complexion and chiseled features.

"Apologies, my dear. I just wanted to check on you. I haven't seen you since... well, the tiefling party." Zevlor observes nervously. If his face could get any redder right now, it would.

"No need to apologize, Zevlor, I have just been in a lot of pain... it's my back." You exhale and stretch your arms out, groaning a bit from the muscle pain.

"Tav, you know I was well known for my talents as a masseuse in the Hellrider barracks. I could try and help." His breath was quick as if he was excited, even with his professional tone. You were giddy that he could come up with an excuse to touch you, and you start to wonder if massage was the only thing he offered to his squad mates.

"Thank you, Zevlor, that would be wonderful." You sigh and drop the blanket that was shielding your nudity. Zevors eyes widen with lust, but he tries to maintain his composure.

You lay on your stomach with your naked backside facing Zevlor. He is in awe at your radiance. He begins gently massaging your flesh as the friction warms your muscles. His hands are even hotter than you remember.

Zevlor started to wonder if this was sexual or he was just a pervert. The moans you kept making were just exaggerated enough to seem horny, but tame enough that you could argue otherwise.

The strong older tiefling begins pushing his hard-earned muscles into his touch, soothing all of the knots in your back. As he gets deeper into the massage, his body presses slightly against yours.

You can feel a stiffening between his legs, pressing against your bare bottom, and suddenly you aren't so focused on pain relief.

"Mmmm thank you Zevlor. I must return the favor." You coo seductively, the timber of your voice filling his ears.

"You have a beautiful body, Tav. I can't stop thinking what the front of it might look like." He whispers boldly into your ear. Did he finally figure out how crazy for him you are?

"Then maybe I'll show you" you murmur as you turn the front of your bare body to face him. It takes his breath away. He hesitantly approaches your stomach with his large hand, looking into your eyes to ask your permission.

"...May I?" He asks you sweetly, with no pressure or obligation behind his words.

You nod gently, "Please touch me, Zevlor. Anywhere you like." His longing lips stretched into an eager smile as he gently caressed your stomach and trailed his calloused hands across every surface of your body. The warmth was so soothing.

"I adore your body, Tav. You are like the beauty of a cascading waterfall, the magic and mystery of the night, and a raging fire all at once. I am captivated." He confessed, leaning in to meet your lips with his. He thought about how many times he rehearsed that line, planning to declare his feelings for you. He kissed you as deeply as he did the very first time, but with a familiarity that you hadn't shared together before.

You felt at home in his lips, enveloped by the heat of his strong arms wrapped around your aching body. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears begin to well in your eyes and you deepen the kiss in response, moaning into it sweetly.

Your hands slip under his tunic as your tongues dance together. His back feels hot like the rest of his skin, and you trace the infernal ridges delicately, just as you craved.

Zevlor releases his embrace to slip off the top of his camp clothes. He is swift in his movement but lacks grace, as it catches on his horns, tearing the fabric slightly on the way out. He grunts quietly in frustration over having to break that heavenly kiss and flings the tunic behind him, immediately getting back to focusing on you.

His abdomen is harder to the touch than most men his age and bumpy with scars and ridges, like a topographic map. You love the way it entices your fingertips as you drink in the beauty of his physique, his chest rising and falling in cadence with your quickened breath.

Your fingers travel downward to his trousers. "May I?" You whisper affectionately with a teasing inflection. He smirks at your question.

"Anywhere you like, my precious thing." He exclaims in a low, breathy sigh. You swoon at his words and the deep velvet sounds they make.

As you unbuckle his belt, you can feel the stress that his pressing member is putting on the fastenings of his pants, nearly popping them open as you undo them. You recalled how large it felt that night you spent together, but were still shocked at the enormity of it.

Zevlor's cock flung out from the fabric, standing at attention as he rested on his knees in front of you. He felt almost as hot in his cheeks as he felt between his legs when he saw your awestruck expression. You stroked his ridged shaft eagerly and kissed him passionately. You knew he had been waiting for this for days, just as you had.

You broke the kiss and bent over dutifully to take him into your mouth.

Zevlor recoiled slightly and caressed your face, "Darling, no. You can't strain your aching back like that. Please, lie down for me." He commanded gently, lowering you to your bedroll as you obeyed his words almost automatically. You had done more than enough for him, maybe more than anyone ever had. This was about your pleasure.

The rugged tiefling caressed your inner thighs and grabbed them in his rough palms, this time keeping his claws in mind. He leaned down between your legs, planting kisses all around your loins, each kiss burning more than the last.

"I'm going to take care of you, Tav." He expressed genuinely. Zevlor had every intention of making you hear the heavenly symphony of pleasure that he does every time you look his way.

The moans you make for him in the moments that follow are the talk of the camp that night.

END(?)

Happy New Year to all!

Thanks for letting me squeeze in this last fic for the year, in just a couple months you have all given me a beautiful community and a new sense of purpose. I love you all and be kind to yourselves this year! That's what Zevlor would want :)

⚔️❤️‍🔥Krys❤️‍🔥⚔️

[royaltea000]

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[mistressemmedi]

Pet peeve of mine is when people comment (multiple times) shit like "Oh, you're so quiet today". I don't need to be yapping away about asinine topics 24/7?

Anyways, my go-to reply with "I just have nothing of value to say 🙂" and it always seems to floor the person asking lmaooo

[comite-de-salut-public]

Citizen Robespierre has a very puncturable jaw. I mean this both appreciatively and in warning. anyway xoxo great work everyone keep it up!!

Citizen, what in the name of the Supreme Being do you MEAN by this?!?!!

[closeknit-inquiry]

Didn’t know humans cried this much. I don’t feed off of sadness. This isn’t satiating anything at all.

[droolfang]

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[estarion]

If you were an A+ student, you'd be Passtarian If you ate only fish, you'd be Pescastarion. If your world got flipped, turned upside-down, you'd be Freshtarion

　　　... the professor’s hand creeps ever-so-steadily towards the ‘panic’ button recently installed beneath his desk.   ( the button:  @silvertiefling )

[capn-twitchery]

OH SHIT HAPPYBIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank you!!! :D♥

[business901-blog]

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[iniziare]

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[the-ultimate-wifeform]

im at the bus stop rn do you think shadow rides the bus

Shadow the hedgehog has a motorcycle and jet boots.. HOWEVER, I do personally think she would ride the bus to pensively look out the window and listen to emo music like a wounded animal.

[gradientdescent-does-it-all]

Next set out the end of the production queue: this color combination was inspired by the Witcher’s Yennefer and her very stylish, very imposing black-and-white color palette. Once again I am in theory willing to sell these but man the temptation to just keep them for myself is SO STRONG.

[pokemonunderdogtournament]

I think you may have an incorrect poll for Best Underdog of Classification: Lagomorpha round 2 match 1. Wobbuffet wasn't in the first round, I am not sure it seems very rabbit-like, and it isn't listed on the bulbapedia list of rabbit-based pokemon that I think these were pulled from. Is it supposed to be nidoran vs azumarill?

no, that poll was posted correctly. azumarill was set to go against cinderace; cinderace was eliminated+thusly its match was skipped. you can see the lineup for any tournament, past and future, on our neocities website. (i also reference it when queueing posts if i'm unsure.) here's the link for the lagomorpha tournament in particular.

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Remember that reader-insert Isekai idea? Yeah, I am now inspired. Tell me what you guys think at the end ;D

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Fate could have been more cruel when you died. It could have sent you to the depths of hell, for example. Instead, you have been transported into a world of magic. You are not sure how you arrived here nor how you died; your past memories are gone, at least those that make up the reason of your reincarnation into the wonderful world of hermitingcrafting Arcane Odyssey.

You've found yourself on Cirrus Island, taken under the wing of the Vista family. Of course, you were fast to jump to conclusions: that you are the main character, the clean slate that is supposed to be the Player. Your first instinct was to jump off the Stepstones to meet Ren or take a ship to Sailor's Lodge to continue the storyline but you were promptly stopped by many of the locals. They assured you that you would break all of your bones if you did that... after a daring jump off a metre high rock, you were convinced that fall damage was real.

For a while, you're vigilant. Nervous. You find that you have been reborn without magic. Which, fair. The universe brought you back from the dead and gave you a life you should be grateful for. Still, it sucks that you've been forced into the non-magic stat builds. Ha. Stat builds. If anyone here heard you mention stats, they'd look at you weird.

There is no sign of Iris. Neviro is nowhere to be found. Ren, or Warren, is also gone. Elius isn't at the Djinn Ruins when you work up the courage and go to check. There are a lot of scorch marks on the ground though and all of the trees are burnt to a crisp.

Over the next few days, you come to the conclusion that you aren't part of the story. None of the main characters are on Cirrus Island and the first Order boss has been defeated, meaning they've moved on. You can just, relax. Relax and enjoy life as a cottage core farmer because you've got no money to make it in the world.

So, you've built yourself a quaint little cottage on the edge of the island. You've got a little garden that you're hoping to expand into a proper field, a plant nursery, a bunch of baskets to forage for rare reagents and ingredients, a whole wardrobe of different outfits that you're pretty sure were not in the game. At least there are some jean overalls you can wear for your farm work. Every now and then, you do chores for the locals -not without a fair reward, of course. Anything for one more galleon in this economy.

And so you live out your days on the quiet sky island, immersing yourself into the experience and only caring about saving up to go on a bunch of adventures in the grand War Seas! You could go anywhere you wanted if you save up enough. With the amount of research you've done into ships and naval commands, you should be able to handle a bit of sea travel in the old vessels of wood and iron. It's peaceful and it's home.

Until a newspaper is thrown at you when you exit your house on October 1st. You're fast enough to catch it before it hits your face and like every Monday morning, you sit and read the news to see what has gone wrong and whether Prince Revon made up with his girlfriend or not. However, the headline catches your attention.

"A curse user and a lost magic user attacked the Ravenna Castello last night, wounding General Julian severely. The beloved, young general managed to fight off the attackers, securing the mage, while the Cursed evaded capture..."

The rest of the words are lost to you. If you're right -and you know you are- then the people mentioned here are Morden and Iris. Where is Neviro? Where the fuck is the Player? Nothing about the Eternal Mines is mentioned. King Calvus IV has not been mentioned. This is not how the Castello fight was supposed to go!

With a big gasp, realization dons on you. Cold sweat rolls down your temple.

You are the Player.