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[maraariana01]

hello flight rising and undertale yellow community.

these are just scrys but i might turn them into actual projects later. maybe. idk i already have too many so skfhkdhtfj. im actually really proud of those scrys i like them :] feel free to use these for your own uty fandragon plans if you wish lol

Clover | Dalv

Martlet | Starlo

Ceroba | Axis

[warhead]

[warchirfsminitures]

Bolt Action event over! It was an Axis v. Allies event. My first game was against Italians, second game: German Grenadiers, and last game: German paratroopers.

My embattled Desert Rats won all three with only the last game being a close one.

My Crusader tank, as it is now well known for, took out snipers only. One AT round into a church belltower, another into the side of a building, and lastly a shell into a second floor window.

My opponents were fun to play, (save one that forfeited second turn…) and it was a long but good day.

Next event: Horus Heresy narrative campaign.

[noise-axis]

https://linktr.ee/noise.axis

[futurefind]

tug, tug. when rea looks down to find the source of the pulling on her clothes, she'll find jack looking up at her. they stare for a second, then say, "mommy, we're bored! what are you doing? let us help!"

// unprompted* / always accepting / @voidfragments

Rea blinks. Blinks again. Blinks once more, 'normal' mind clogged with the thoughts of of magecraft formulae and mechanics. When the words actually process she bursts out from worry and concern into bright laughter, ruffling the girl's hair.

"Sorry, Jack!" she smiles ruefully, squatting down so they're more level and smoothing out the hair that she'd just disturbed. "Just going around, making sure all the usual enchantments are holding and optimized properly! Nothing you'd find fun, I think."

Or could help with, for that matter, but her unique... touch meant no one could help her with it, really. Sure, many a Chaldean Servants could make the enchantments and effects stronger... but even aside from the liability to crumple if they were ever de-Summoned, they couldn't be completely foreign to what was left of the staff, either. Just because they couldn't come up with her 'formulae' didn't mean they couldn't punch it into a calculator to make sure everything was where and what it was supposed to be, so to speak.

"How about this!" Rea beams, shoulders popping up and a finger snapping into a point beside her head. "I'm just about done," here, "And once I am, you can grab Nursery and whoever you'd like and we can take a turn with the Simulators for whatever you want, okay?"

As for weather it was a 'tea party' for some much needed R&R for whoever wanted to attend, or a technically standard gauntlet of violence for training...

Well. Whichever Jack preferred.

[throughpatchesofviolet]

I am still not over this voice line from him ... this is what he'd do when trying to show off to Sherry.

Also the little "~!" is so cute!! And him saying "have a gander" ... how fancy. Also the line is a nice shift from how bored he seems in the ID story--he just loves showing off his prosthetic arms so much.

[da-riya]

This is just vanilla HoI4 and I love playing my favorite ww2 historical leader; Hitori Gotō

[taeminsung]

♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── FU in my bed..

pairing ||  hyunjin x afab!reader summary || never did he think the thoughts in his head would come true, yet here they are. genre/s || smut (minor DNI). fluff? (let's pretend). mina’s notes ||  part 2 of FU in my head. again, sorry not sorry. blame Lu for the reel i was sent. please enjoy ♡ 

The silence in the practice room seemed to echo while Hyunjin stared at you, hope filling his chest that you’d give him a sign that you felt ever so slightly the same about him. Hyunjin?, you called his name, sending him spiraling to thoughts of how his name would sound as you moaned it while under him, his soft blankets surrounding you. You were making him weak and never even knew. His mind shifted back to the dance studio, with your back pressed against his chest, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist. Snapping back to reality, he realized the way to see if this was one sided.

A soft smile pulled at his lips before he decided to find the truth. Sorry. I don’t have any corrections, he started, Since there is the dance break, would you want to workshop something with me and do a duet? It was a gamble. A long shot. Oh, did he know that he was risking a lot with this. It was supposed to be a solo and Minho may kill him if you say yes, especially for what he had in mind. I’d love that, you whispered almost too quiet for him to hear, but he was far to in tuned with you to not hear. The soft smile turned into a smirk before he selected the music for the dance break.

In a few seconds, a new beat filled the studio, giving Hyunjin even more confidence as he tried to quickly formulate a plan in his head for how this could go. Each path extended to far and branched into the realm of the two of you entangled, causing his to reign himself back in. This was going to work if he controlled himself here and now. Yet, he wanted to test the water when it came to you. There was no way he was reading this wrong, not with the hooded look you were giving him as he moved to the center of the room with you.

Letting the beat take over his body has he had so many times in the past, he moved without thinking, eyes trained on you as you began to move with the music, keeping your movements in his shadows in a way that complimented his moves. So quickly did the vision in his head come to life. Your ass pressed against his crouch with one of his hands flat against your stomach while his other drifted up your thigh. As the music built, so did both your movements, taking you apart, only for him to end up in front of you, tipping your chin up towards him.

This could be the moment. The moment he could use to see if this was all just in his head. Only you pulled away to keep dancing, mind clearly not on the same page as him. Could this really be one-sided? Gently tugging you back to him, he wrapped one arm around your waist, letting his fingers get buried in your hair as he held you close. Time seemed to stop for him. This was it. The chance to have you, even if only for a second. Hyunjin hesitated not waiting to cross any boundaries, shocked when your fingers grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him towards you. The second your lips met his, his world shifted. Axis changing completely.

˚⁎⁺˳

In the blink of an eye, you two were stumbling into the dorm, lips finding each other’s again the second shoes were removed. His fingers found the soft skin under your sweatshirt, moving up your side, taking your clothing with him. Removing his lips from yours only to slip your sweatshirt off, leaving it in a pile in the middle of the dorm’s living room. He’d have to explain that tomorrow but as of right now, he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to care. No, what he cared about now was making sure that you felt good in all the right places. Hyunjin was going to worship your body.

Kicking the door of his room shut, he moved his lips from yours, to your cheek, to the soft part of your neck, smirking as you let out a whimper. Pivoting quickly, he pinned your back against the wall, lips exploring your neck, trying to leave small markings that could easily be covered for the performance, but still showed that he claimed you. His hands trailed down your exposed sides, gripping your waist, pulling your body against his as his lips found your again. Oh, you were going to drive him insane.

Maybe it was the way your fingers tangled into the base of his neck deepening the kiss, that set the rest of the night into a blur. Somehow his fingers were in the waistband of your pants, tugging them down your legs, helping you step out of them only to drop them in a pile on the floor. His arm slid between your legs, bringing your right leg off the ground before he pulled you up so both your legs were on his shoulders as he pressed your back into the wall. The soft giggle escaped your lips only to turn into a breathy moan as he kissed below your naval. Hyunjin, you whispered low with desire that he felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

The second your fingers found his hair, he looked at you with hooded eyes, slightly asking for permission that you simply replied with a near silent please, that drove him wild. Placing a few kisses on your inner thigh, he couldn’t help but grin at the goosebumps that rose on your skin. Moving your panties to the side, his mouth found your clit and he gently pressed his lips to yours before letting the memory of his dreams lead his body. You tasted even sweeter than he could have imagined, as he licked and sucked your clit, enjoying the noises that you tried to keep in.

He dove in, tongue licking at you, then in you. Your whines feeding his desire to keep hearing them. Hyunjin felt your grip in his hair tighten, signaling you were getting close, and in truth, he wanted to be a little selfish tonight and cum with you. Carefully, he let you slide down the wall, keeping your legs in his arms. The whine that filled his room only fueled him more, barely keeping control of himself. No, he couldn’t let go completely tonight, not when it’s his first night with you. In truth, he hopes that this isn’t the only night either. He was feeling drunk off your body as he brought his lips back to yours letting you taste yourself off his tongue.

Turning towards the direction of his bed, he walked, letting you gently fall back into his bed, legs spread as another giggle leaves your mouth, siren eyes staring up at him. In that moment, he knew he was gone and there was no going back. No someone else. Just you and you alone for him. Someone who not only matched him in the studio but also in the bed. He was screwed if you didn’t want to make this a nightly routine.

Making quick work of his own clothing, he was hovering over you admiring the body dance had given you. You’re gorgeous, he whispered as your hands explored his chest, moving painfully slow to his cock. What am I going to do with you? he asked with a shaky breath as your fingers closed around him, slowly moving up and down from base to tip. I could think of a few things, you suggested before his lips crashed back into yours. This. This moment. This feeling. This desire. You were bringing him to the edge of the world, and he would only go back if it was to you.

Hyunjin groaned as you lined him up with your entrance, using your other hand to pull his hips towards you. Slowly the tip slides into you, causing your back to arch, pressing your chest against his. You were driving his mad. This feeling of being inside you. He craved it. Removing his lips from yours, slowly he kisses your jaw line, to your neck, leaving another small mark that he knows can be covered. Nipping at your collarbone as he bottomed out in you. The moan you let go seemed to settle into his soul. Fuck, you breathed shifting your hips as a way to silently ask him to keep going.

Adjusting your position, Hyunjin starts at a slow pace as he pumps in and out of you, relishing the noises that you made. Even his fantasies couldn’t prepare him for the noises you made. You sound so damn pretty, his breath fanning over your breasts before taking one in his mouth. Letting his tongue roll over your hard nipple. A smirk pulled at his lips as your nails dug into his hair. He wanted, no needed more of you. In a flash, he spun you over, pushing your upper back down with one hand and bringing your hips into the air with the other. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, he whispered entering you again. Gods, you feel so good, he groaned.

The muffle of your moans caused him to stop watching the way your ass moved when he thrusted into you. I can’t hear you, he said, reaching forward, hitting you even deeper as he moved the pillow your face was buried in. Fu- fuck Hyune, you moaned arching your back even more to let him hit somehow deeper than he already was. He knew he wasn’t going to last with the sounds you were making, and the way you pussy seemed to be squeezing him with each thrust. Moving one hand from your waist to sneak around between your legs, he quickly rubbed your clit, coaxing an ever louder moan from you. His rhythm was becoming sloppy as your sounds seemed to become more and more strangled. I- I’m… cl- close, you barely managed to get out.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as your legs began to shake. Hyunjin let his fingers slow on your clit as he pulled out, coming on your back with a moan of his own. Fuck¸ you sighed, clearly trying to get your breathing under control. That was… you paused seeming to try to find the right word as he quietly got out of the bed, grabbing a towel to clean your back. Amazing? He offered as he did quick work in cleaning you up. No, well yes, but I was going to say, better than I imagined it would be, you admitted, turning to your side and pulling him into the bed with you. The statement took him off guard as he tried to understand that while he was fantasizing about you, you were doing the same with him.

The loud bang on his door, followed by Chan yelling please keep it down, made you both giggle as Hyunjin pulled you into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss into your hair, whispering we’ll have to make all your thoughts come true to see if all of them are better. That giggle he loved filled the quiet room as you snuggled into his chest, I’d love that. For the first time in a while, Hyunjin’s dreams weren't filled with thoughts of fucking you, but instead the things he wanted to do outside of these walls with you.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

[namicakes]

Winning Piece.

Synopsis: “Two hearts once bound by ink and lens, Torn apart by time’s cruel hands. A boy with words, a girl with light, Reunite as rivals in fate’s quiet fight.”

Note: (Based on a tiktok post. I also HC that akaashi, before joining the vb club, he's once a journalism club member. I mean him and his timeskip job make sense righttt?????)

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

It was the quiet shuffle of pages and the faint scratching of pens that first brought Akaashi Keiji and Y/N together. Their world was a symphony of ink and thought, tethered by a mutual love for stories untold. They met beneath a canopy of stars on the terrace of an old bookstore, during a city-wide workshop for young journalists. Y/N, from a rival school, was the spark to Akaashi’s composed demeanor, her laugh like wind chimes and her thoughts a kaleidoscope of color.

"Do you always take notes this neatly?" Y/N had teased, leaning over Akaashi’s shoulder to glimpse his meticulous handwriting.

He glanced at her, a slight blush painting his cheeks. "It helps organize my thoughts. What about you? Do you always carry that camera around?"

Y/N grinned, holding up the vintage camera she’d inherited from her grandmother. "Every photo tells a story. I just happen to love writing them down too."

And just like that, two dreamers found themselves drawn to one another. They spent hours talking about the power of words, the beauty of a perfectly timed photograph, and the shared dream of becoming storytellers for the world. Akaashi had never been so captivated by someone’s passion. She made the mundane feel extraordinary, and he, ever the listener, found himself inspired in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

For a year, they were inseparable. Akaashi began journaling because of her, filling pages with thoughts he’d never spoken aloud. She called it his “soul on paper,” and when she read his entries, he felt seen in a way that volleyball or schoolwork had never managed.

But life has a way of pulling people apart. Y/N’s family moved cities, and the once endless conversations turned into fragmented texts and missed calls. They didn’t argue; they simply drifted. One day, the silence became permanent, leaving Akaashi with a journal full of memories and the faint scent of her favorite lavender perfume lingering in the pages.

Years Later

Akaashi hadn’t thought about her in a long time. Volleyball had filled the void she’d left behind, giving him a new purpose. But his love for journaling never faded, even if it became a private endeavor. Now, standing in the bustling hall of a national journalism competition, he felt a twinge of nostalgia as he adjusted the strap of his camera bag.

“Next participant, please,” the registration assistant called, pulling Akaashi out of his thoughts.

As he handed over his documents, he heard a familiar voice behind him, cheerful and sharp.

“I’m here to win, not waste time.”

He turned, and there she was—Y/N. Her hair was shorter, her presence still radiant. She didn’t notice him at first, too busy chatting with her team. But when their eyes finally met, the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

“Akaashi?” Her voice was a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

“Y/N,” he replied, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

For a moment, the noise around them dulled, leaving only the weight of everything unsaid.

The competition began with fervor, each task designed to test their skills. Akaashi worked silently, his focus unshakable. Y/N, on the other hand, attacked each challenge with her usual gusto, her laughter and determination lighting up the room.

“Still the quiet perfectionist, I see,” Y/N quipped during a break, handing him a cup of coffee.

“And you’re still as bold as ever,” he replied, taking a sip.

Their conversations were brief but charged with unspoken tension. It was clear that both were determined to win, but something deeper lingered beneath their rivalry—a longing to reclaim what they had lost.

The last round was announced: Capture and narrate a moment that defines connection. Participants had two hours to create their entries. Akaashi wandered the venue, camera in hand, his thoughts a whirlwind. It was then he saw her, standing by a sunlit window, her camera raised as she focused on a group of children playing outside. The light framed her perfectly, highlighting the concentration etched on her face.

Without thinking, Akaashi raised his camera. The click of the shutter was soft, but the image it captured was profound. In that moment, she wasn’t his rival—she was the girl who once made him believe in the beauty of storytelling.

The auditorium buzzed with anticipation as the winners were announced. Y/N sat a few rows behind Akaashi, her heart pounding in equal parts hope and dread. When his name was called for first place, a round of applause erupted. Y/N’s stomach sank, but she clapped nonetheless, her pride for him overshadowing her disappointment.

The winning piece was unveiled on a large screen: a black-and-white photograph of Y/N by the window, her camera poised and her eyes glowing with determination. The accompanying narrative spoke of *eunion, the bittersweet passage of time, and the eternal connection between dreamers.

Y/N stared at the screen, her breath catching. She hadn’t realized she was the subject of Akaashi’s submission.

“You used me as your muse,” Y/N said, finding Akaashi after the ceremony. Her voice was teasing, but her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“You’ve always been my muse,” he admitted, holding her gaze. “That photo… it reminded me why I started journaling. Why I fell in love with storytelling. Why I fell in love with you.”

Y/N froze, her heart pounding as his words hung in the air. “Akaashi… I didn’t think we’d ever get this chance again.”

“Neither did I,” he said softly. “But maybe some stories aren’t meant to end.”

As the evening faded into twilight, they found themselves walking together, their conversation flowing as if no time had passed. The years apart had changed them, but the connection they shared was timeless—a story still waiting to be written.

[sistersorrow]

I'm gonna preface this by saying that I know that Games Workshop are not fascists and that Warhammer 40k is openly intended to be a criticism and parody of fascism and other forms of authoritarianism

However, GW has still kinda stumbled into a similar issue that The New Order did, that issue being what I'm gonna call The Problem of the Reasonable Fascist because pretending I'm doing something clever makes me feel special

So, The New Order: The Last Days of Europe is a mod for Hearts of Iron 4 set in a timeline where the Axis won WW2 and things are to put it lightly not going well

Over time, the setting's lore has gone through a bunch of revisions, with a pretty big one being the removal of Esoteric Nazism as a distinct ideology group

In early versions of the mod, there was Fascism (ie. the ideologies practiced in real world Germany and Italy in during WW2) and then there was Esoteric Nazism, which was basically Batshit Insane Fascism, which takes Fascist ideology in darker or downright bizarre directions (eg. A vaguely 40k-inspired Russian Imperial Cult that believed that Alexei Romanov was still alive and would return once the country was "cleansed") and represents some of the worst possible excesses of Fascism

These ideologies still exist in TNO, but were moved into the same ideology group as the non-esoteric fascists and went through revisions because the developers concluded that when you have groups like the Order-State of Burgundy wanting to trigger global nuclear war so True Aryans will inherit the Earth (ie. the ending of the Turner Diaries), the 3rd Reich seems a bit less crazy

That's what I'm referring to as the Problem of the Reasonable Fascist, the way some anti-fascist narratives are written can create something so over the top that it accidentally makes less extreme forms fascism seem not as horrible

40k runs in to this same issue due to the way it handles characters and the pre vs post-Horus Heresy Imperium of Man

The Imperium of Man in the 40th millenium is a theofascist hellhole so incomprehensibly vast that the death of billions each day to keep the war machine running isn't even a statistic, it's a rounding error, but it's also repeatedly presented as an empire in decline whose existence is a mockery of the Emperor's vision, which runs into the exact problem I'm talking about

The pre-Heresy Imperium was authoritarian, xenophobic in multiple meanings of the word, and openly hostile to any schools of thought that wasn't their own, but in comparison to the post-Heresy Imperium, it was a golden age, and those who fought in defense of it are generally written as pretty reasonable even though they're still authoritarians

Hell, the Horus Heresy happened in part because Horus saw a vision of the 40th millenium and thought that was the Emperor's end goal

The bar is set so low in the modern Imperium that if you aren't the kind of zealot who shoots someone for stuttering during prayers, you are basically treated as a pillar of rationality by the audience

Again, GW and its writers are not Fascists, but this is an interesting phenomenon I've noticed

[abhishekadep143]

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[bilbobagginsomebabez]

@[REDACTED] because you heathens can't let someone fucking LEARN. op, I intend this kindly, but I can tell you would not be a friend to terfs and this whole thing is rooted in terf brainrot. I'm choosing community today and going to explain why this is terfy shit fucking over trans mascs.

so the core of the terf belief system is that there is a bioessentialist Quality Of Men that makes them fundamentally an Oppressor who can never face marginalization, right? we disagree with that because we love trans people--both women and men. if men are Fundamentally Oppressors, you can't Change Genders. here's the thing. under the premise of "transmasculine oppression does not occur at any axis so they can't have this word", you have removed the bioessentialist aspect but still accepted that there is a Quality Of Men that innately makes them an Oppressor that can never face marginalization.

now the next logical step that we've taken from "men can never be oppressed or have a -phobia term" is that because the "base model" or cis men aren't oppressed and don't face what would hypothetically be "androphobia," trans men cannot create the term "transandrophobia" to describe their real experiences of pain and oppression. despite this weird semantic caveat, we both fully and entirely agree that trans men/mascs do face real oppression specifically due to being Trans Men/Mascs that is different in nature from the cruelty and oppression that Trans Women/Femmes face. so we fully agree that the phenomenon is real, but you and many others are for some reason saying they cannot have a word to describe it. they can't have a word to describe their real experiences because the "base model" doesn't face oppression and we hate the base model so much they specifically do not and can never have a -phobia word.

what is the point of this? who does this help?

it helps terfs keep trans mascs isolated is who it helps. i just. i think the toxicity of the idea is really represented in action right now. because we are talking about a group of men/masculine people who are actively specifically marginalized. they are telling us they are being targeted for detransition and conversion therapy. they are trying to tell us something and we aren't listening because we're playing semantic games over what words they're allowed to use. because they aren't oppressed enough to "be at an axis." in practice right now, it seems like "be at an axis" has turned into "have a real voice in the community." there needs to be room here, conversations where "trans masc" isn't a performative placeholder for "passing trans men," more fluid boundaries between "Man" and "Woman" and how people identified within those categories face marginalization, less hatred for Men and more love for queer life and liberation. not just to be inclusive of nonbinary people who also exist and face weird mixes of both of these real things--transandrophobia and transmisogyny-- but because right now we are denying solidarity to members of our community and limiting our own discussion and understanding in favor of forcing a Very Harassed Group Of Us to endlessly workshop the term over petty semantic grievances.

and I'm sorry but i really. just need us to collectively take a moment and reflect that the grievance is "this word could be broken down into another word we wouldn't like." and i don't really know what to do with that. there are a lot of good reasons to use the term "transandrophobia" not the least of which is because it's immediately descriptive under the language rules we all know (the marginalization/hate that trans men face) but because it fits in with all of the other queer terms--biphobia, homophobia, lesbophobia, aphobia, queerphobia--we generally went hard in terms of "phobia" terms. trans-andro-phobia seems perfectly reasonable to me to describe the hatred of trans men. i am really really sad that "'andro' can't be in a 'phobia' word because men can never be oppressed" became the dominant discourse on this because it really is just. mean. it's just mean-spiritied. 'misandry' already exists. if whatever you were scared of was gonna happen, it already would have. i really cannot comprehend the preferencing of some nebulous possible harm of "androphobia" over and above our ability to describe real problems facing members of our community.

again i ask you, who does this help? trans mascs are our community and they are being attacked brutally and quietly and we aren't talking about it because?? men can't be oppressed because they're not on an axis? they are asking us for solidarity. and they need it.

trans men are asking us to see that terfs weaponize murderous language against trans women but they are no less genocidal in their aims of targeting trans men and mascs for de-transition, conversion therapy, and corrective rape. "lost lesbians" and "lost daughters" and "irreversible damage" are rallying cries and money makers among the far right--they say "keep your daughters daughters, keep them in the ontological category of victim before they become a predator."

the hostility to the term transandrophobia because "men can't be oppressed" is the internalization of the terf belief that men are fundamentally and innately predators and oppressors instead of people reacting to their position under the system of patriarchy. it's a belief that never allows for the destruction of the patriarchy. it says you can never be a gender-traitor unless you're the right gender--a feminine gender (woman) fighting against the innately violent masculine onslaught (men). there are straight cis men who fight against toxic male gender norms and face violence for it, too. this model cannot articulate that violence beyond "homophobia" and it cannot articulate the violence against our trans brothers beyond "transphobia" and that is a failure. that is not ideological purity-- that is an active failure to real and living members of your community. we need to articulate it.

transandrophobia is a perfectly serviceable term to describe a real problem that needs a term. trans men and mascs face specific violences. your response literally agrees that it's real. we have both stated on multiple occasions that agree that it's real. so we need to be able to talk about it. so we need a word for it.

i would encourage you in general to prioritize people's wellbeing over and above linguistic purity. especially right now when things are getting worse and worse and worse for ALL trans people.

[flfverse]

flfverse family dynamics - modern

so, in a universe with an extra axis of social hierarchy, how does that effect the family structure? especially when that hierarchy is something usually considered Not For Kids?

a big thanks to my betas for this one, because they helped me pin down what i've been trying to work out for a while now--and this was about a year ago from time of posting, so 😬 bit overdue, here.

brief refresher on how d/s dynamics present in this world: kids present roughly around puberty, so tweens and early teens. very much living at home with parents, and too young for a real romantic relationship. i’ve established before that these dynamics are sort of fluid and don’t affect kids as much until their very late teens, because i believe in giving myself as much wiggle room to move around in as possible.

that doesn’t mean that it (bdsm, kink, etc) doesn’t come up. it’s biological. it has to be, on some level, dealt with. for the sake of simplicity, i'm only going to talk about the common/modern conventions here, since i still have to make a post about traditionalism and that is a whole other parenting style.

for the most part, the parents’ role here isn’t too different from our world. they have to teach their kids the right etiquette, safety, and pass on tips and tricks as they become relevant.

on occasion even teens still settling into their orientations will need to sub/dom, for their health and for learning purposes. any sexual scenes are illegal at this stage, and most physical discipline is at least frowned upon, so this mostly comes in the form of giving normal activities like chores and play a dynamic framing.

for submissive kids this is easier, but with doms and switches parents tend to play pretend rather than actually go into subspace, for safety reasons. siblings doing the same with one another is considered a normal part of development/fairly unconcerning, but also not appropriate past the early teens.

thus, familial roles are kept as separate as possible from dom/sub roles. for families who can afford to, it's preferable to outsource the bulk of this education where possible. schools and local city/private clinics will have occasional classes geared toward teens, and there are one-on-one tutoring options as well. minors can also legally enter contracts if they are older than fourteen and have a guardian's permission, and though it is usually frowned upon outside of traditionalist circles it is another option.

i'm still working out the particulars of the laws around dominance and submission, but regardless of what they end up being i imagine guardians would have more leeway with them, much like in other areas where parents have special privileges over their children. parents are also considered legally liable for any scene-gone-wrong type scenarios that may arise (within the family unit, not when it involves their child and unrelated partner(s)). this includes when the parent is the submissive in the scene or if siblings got into trouble by themselves.

however, once a minor is an adult or has bonded (permanently contracted), their family members become, legally speaking, like any other dom, sub, or switch to them, and lose all of those special privileges and liabilities.

that's all i have for now! back to workshopping traditionalism o7

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

💪👍👎🤲🤙 for wyn and fizz! :D

WAHH thank you!! (And for sending it a second time because I deleted it first LMAO. YOU'RE THE REAL ONE.)

Wyn

💪 - would your character be more likely to scoop someone up in their arms, or be the one getting scooped?

Wyn has an 8 strength so unfortunately, she is not doing any scooping. Which is fine, because I don't think she would ever do it, even if she could! I just don't think she's even got the instinct to try.

Especially not since she is probably WAY much more familiar with BEING scooped up. There's a piece languishing in my WIP folder about a time before Wyn's life went to shit when she went to go sneak up on her brother in his workshop...and he wheeled around right as she got within grabbing distance and hefted her over his shoulder in retaliation. And I do not think that this was the first or last time that this happened! So at this point, any subsequent scooping from someone else would probably just result in Wyn's reflexive laughter, and her trying not very hard to kick away. Just like old times. :')

👍 - what (if any) is a good, safe touch for your character?; 👎 - what kind of touch is not comfortable or generally unwanted by your character?; 🤲 - is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? under what circumstances?

All done here and here!

🤙 - how does your character’s relationship with touch change if they get tipsy or otherwise chemically unbalanced?

If it's just tipsy, then Wyn gets SLIGHTLY more touchy. She'll lean a little more on the people around her that she likes, she'll put her head on their shoulder, she'll kinda loosely drape her tail around them, etc., etc. A little bit of a lowering of the wall is all it really takes! It is maybe a good thing that all of the wine in the town we're in right now got confiscated by the city guard, because GOD she'd be so ready for a drink or four after the day she's had.

Fizz

💪 - would your character be more likely to scoop someone up in their arms, or be the one getting scooped?

Oh, the absolute chaos if Fizz was big enough to do more Scooping!!! As it is, she has the highest strength scores in her party, so. she'd probably still try. I have a very glorious image of her getting the party bard (an air genasi) to case levitate on themself so that she could scoop them up and hold them over her head like a prize fighter, but I don't think she could manage it without that.

So yes, sadly Fizz is getting scooped. (This is not sad. This is actually the best thing in the whole world. She wishes someone would pick her up and carry her around. She misses her original campaign where there was a paladin of her god who looked like Alistair Theirin and who loved her so so so so much. Bartleby would've scooped her for SURE.)

👍 - what (if any) is a good, safe touch for your character?

Most platonic touching is good for Fizz! She's actually very touch-positive, and genuinely loves to be in close proximity to her friends. She'll clamber into their laps and throw her arms around them and give them kisses on cheeks if they don't actively pull away, and it's ALL in the name of showing her affection for them. She especially loves the fact that Silk, our bard, has given her universal leave to share a room with them, which means she spends most nights in arm's reach of someone. HONESTLY the ideal tbh.

👎 - what kind of touch is not comfortable or generally unwanted by your character?

On the other axis, anything that hedges on the sexual end is a hard no for her. The line is....a LITTLE blurry because Fizz is so touchy (and absolutely unbothered by nudity of any kind) but it is still very much there. She is actively put off by people trying to flirt with genuine physical advances of any kind, and it would be one of the few times that you might see her get genuinely upset.

Also? She HATES when people touch her hair without permission. She loves having it played with, but you HAVE to ask. God help you if you try to ruffle it and you're not a very close friend.

🤲 - is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? under what circumstances?

Oh, MUCH better at giving. She, like Wyn, is usually the first to initiate contact, albeit in ways that are much more...enthusiastic than Wyn's will ever be LMAO. Fizz is the king of doing things like initiating high fives, and she WILL grab your hand and make you reciprocate so that you don't leave her hanging. (Seriously, that's RUDE, man!)

The only time this might not be the case is when Fizz has a genuine crush on someone. She tends to pull back QUITE a bit in that scenario, because a crush means that she suddenly cares a lot about how the other person sees her. And she doesn't want to be seen as annoying, or too much, or like she's stupid, you know? So she doesn't push, and she waits, and she gets all silly and lovesick about it if the other person so much as pats her on the shoulder. It's honestly the worst, and I want SO badly for it to happen.

🤙 - how does your character’s relationship with touch change if they get tipsy or otherwise chemically unbalanced?

It's uh. weirdly not much different? Fizz is Fizz is Fizz, and she tends to always express herself exactly as much as she would uninhibited. The only thing that might change is that she's a liiiiittle bit less careful about unspoken boundaries, which means her best friend Casimir (the party warlock, who is fond of Fizz but can't EVER let her know it) would get arms thrown around him and a kiss on the cheek, which day-to-day Fizz would only ever consider, or would only do if she was actively trying to annoy him. :>

[vixcistuff]

Update on polar std :

I have two hands, each a flavor

A few days ago the printing workshop sent me a virtual sample of the polar std. but I was hesitant to post it, as you can see, the axis of the base is off because the art is misaligned (I forgot to calculate the imbalance🤦🏻‍♀️). If I fix it, it will be late compared to the finished product deadline cuz I printed it with a group specializing in printing publications together (the price will be more stable if you print in large quantities since I only printed 2 for myself).

Anyway, on second thought they both look cute, especially sir Carlo std- he is just my mood :) so here we are now.

Bonus: when I accidentally turned off the skin layer while checking color areas before export 🥲...

bro startled me at 3am