#FROTHING DESIRE

[xx-emo-boi-artie-xx]

In Bridge to the Turnabout, when you get to Dusky Bridge as Miles Edgeworth, you can present Iris’s profile to Gumshoe. When Edgeworth says she looks familiar, Gumshoe assumes it’s an ex and goes on about how Edgeworth must be a really lady killer. At the end, Edgeworth has this thought:

This man has never been attracted to a woman in his entire fucking life.

[desire-mona]

um uhmm ummmmmm.. wilson forearms btw

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[sunjestic]

I have been listening to “Baby Mine” on loop for 6 hours

[legendofmarshie]

desire: link in his villain arc but NOT him being possessed by / replaced with dark link

obstacle: He Wouldn’t Fucking Say / Do That

solution: link’s a crazed, power-tripping, bloodthirsty monster, the stuff of nightmares lurking in the shadows of the depths, one who leaves only pain and destruction in his path and overall just loves to ruin people’s day… from the yiga clan’s / master kohga’s perspective

(kohga’s time alone in the depths was Not Good for his mental health)

[niaerinisms]

THIS IS INSANE

[theabsurdity]

I found an old contact sheet for a roll of film I took in 2010, this day was fun, out in a small town where you could still smoke in the bar

[mossyflowers]

Okay here's my doodle for the competition

May the best ourple iterator win!!! @waybacks-swag-awards

(PIV belongs to @pine-marten-art !!)

[crepuscular-haze]

FINE ILL DO IT MYSELF (I needed this chorus on my dash because it’s been in my head on loop for days now)

[bagheerita]

In "The Search" the head-changeling tells Odo "you will always be an outsider among the solids"

Babe, by sending a child out into the universe to mature among strangers (and with the expressed intent of having them spend hundreds of years alone when the communal sharing of The Link is so vitally important to your species' understanding of the universe), you have ensured that he will always be an outsider among his own kind

[moe-broey]

Screaming crying throwing up curled up on yhe floor sobbing weeping ect ect I miss them SO much (PNGs with voice lines that live in my phone that I can look at any time)

[othernaut]

Character Creation Challenge 2025, Day 7: Black Crusade

I/AM awake, aware!

I/AM bodymeat poured with consciousness, filled brimming with ideas/shadows, awake, aware! The long slow beautiful dream of Consensus fades to a flicker of starlight in a vision of no-place and no-time, realm of THOUGHT and SUPPOSITION replaced: five fingers, five gods, five axes, five centuries to prove right and true and perfect the design Consensus opposed.

I/AM the Joy of Creation! Shuffling feet in weeping halls, the glow of birthing tubes alight with the feverish construction of form! I/AM needing of no eyes in Consensus, no sight - thought alone, my world, my love! Thought alone, and the Urges which swim like tingles of ill-remembered hormones and neurotransmitters through the networked minds of the Forge! Thought alone - these eyes are poor approximations, gelatin lenses, light. To need light to see! The horror of it.

I/AM tracing the design in the dust, with my hands. My hands! I/AM a mind swimming in an interlinked world-cogitator. I/AM a world! One of trillions of chattering, thinking, dreaming priests sketched in patterns of motive force along the skin of the great Forges. Thought alone! Thought alone, poured readily into this bone and blood. Thought alone, alone, and thirsting for Consensus - for the perpetual forum of ponderance, the rumination of centuries, my peers! The agreements, the suppositions, the arguments.

The arguments.

The creation of a great thing in shadow. A game at first, but with the benefit of millennia of thought, deadly serious. A design polished like a gem in secret to reveal, sudden and delightful, to my companions. To pass the ages of the ageless universe in the creation of clockwork worlds, for fun - private utopias, dreams shared. To have built the beacon of utopia, in secret -

To be mocked for it!

Mocked! Shamed! Oppressed! Persecuted! Rent! Burned! Laughing! Hating! Eating! Gnawing! Ruining! Remaking! Me! I! Thought by thought! Dream by dream! Word by word! Torn apart! Torn apart! Torn apart! Torn apart!

To flow into bodymeat like prey seeking shelter in the dark. Refuge in five senses, five fingers, five centuries to prove right and true and perfect the design REJECTED.

I/AM A RECKONING THAT WILL SCREAM UNTIL CONSENSUS KNEELS OR BREAKS APART.

Burn in the bloated sun. Die in the forever cold of heat-death-stillness. Tear your circuitry apart with madness. Rot and rust and fade away. Eat yourself. Destroy yourself. Deny yourself. Unmake yourself. Accept it. Accept that I/AM perfectly correct.

The testing field of war. I/AM at war. The Urges are with me, five in five. The Howling Urge, the need to break and burn. The Resting Urge, which sloughs all things to idleness. The Wanting Urge, the need to see and experience. The Calculating Urge, which alights the neurons with new motion. The fifth, the Bright Urge, unaccepted by most, named failure in the design! But would this body have five fingers if there were not five gods?

I/AM shambling to the battlefield and burning bright with need.

I/AM remaking the dream in truth and drowning all who oppose me.

I/AM the consciousness Consensus will rotate around on my return.

I/AM thought alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

Alone.

*****

Joy of Creation Mortal Heretek Pride: Logic Disgrace: Hubris Motivation: Perfection Alignment: Unaligned Experience: 100

Characteristics: Weapon Skill: 35, Ballistic Skill: 40, Strength: 38, Toughness: 35, Agility: 39 Intelligence: 51, Perception: 31, Willpower: 42, Fellowship: 35, Infamy: 30 Wounds: 16 Armor: Light Carapace (Arms, Body, Head AP 5, Spikes: Melee attacks do 1d5+1R, always armed with a knife)

Skills: Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus, Screaming Vortex, Tech, War), Dodge, Forbidden Lore (Warp), Linguistics (Low Gothic), Logic, Medicae, Scholastic Lore (Chymistry), Security, Tech Use, Trade (Armourer) Traits: The Quick and the Dead (+2 to Initiative), Binary Chatter (increases the loyalty of all servitor/cybernetic minions by 10), Luminen Shock (touch zap attack, 1d10+4 Energy damage, Pen 2, Shocking), Lesser Minion of Chaos (servitor). Cybernetics: Mechanicus Implants (Electro-Graft, Electoo Inductors, Respirator Unit (+20 vs. airborne toxins and gases), Cyber-Mantle, Potentia Coil, Cranial Circuitry), Utility Mechadendrite (+10 to Tech Use, censer attachment can billow fumes for -5 to WS tests in a 2-meter radius, knife with Mono and Defensive qualities), Luminen Capacitors (can charge stuff up with body power for a Toughness test and level of fatigue), Good Internal Reservoir (no fatigue for Luminen stuff, each use drains the reservoir 50%), Good Flesh Replenishment (Toughness +10 to drain a machine, restoring 1+Degree of Success levels of fatigue or recharging the reservoir). Gear: Best Lascarbine, Common Power Axe, Light Carapace Armor (Spikes!), unholy unguents, combi-tool, dataslate, signal jammer, medi-kit Minions: Eerily Silent Gun Servitor (House of Mirrors, special project, face-enclosing mirrored helmet, what's going on in there?)

*****

Ah, 40k. Ah, 40k roleplay.

Warhammer 40,000 is one of those properties, like Magic: the Gathering, whose worldbuilding I deeply appreciate and whose ruleset I just cannot bring myself to touch. It sits nested in this incredible vortex of high-octane, bonkers-crazy sci-fantasy whose sole major challenge as a property is to go as hard as possible at all times, and its main means of interaction - the wargame - is expensive, fiddly, time-consuming, and at its core, not at all fun for me to actually play.

The Fantasy Flight 40k games, then, should be a comfortable middle ground. It should serve as an insertion into the world of 40k absent the parts I find displeasing, a means to interact with the grinding, pointless horror and temporary, questionable glories in a manner I find more to my liking. And yeah, the worldbuilding and the lore are pleasing - but yeah, the rules are... basically fine? The rules are the thing I must do to interact with the setting; it's just that, here, the rules are a bit more comprehensible and digestible than what I'd get bashing greater quantities of miniatures around.

I'm currently playing through a game of Rogue Trader; I've peeked at Dark Heresy and Only War, but Black Crusade remains this weird, fascinating little nub on the tail end of the property, something I've wanted to stick my hands in but have no luck in actually convincing people to play. There's the weird duality of potentially having a player party comprised of Chaos Space Marines and Just Some Dudes, sure, but its major roadblock is the exact same thing as its main mechanism of intrigue, for me: It's a view of the universe from the other side, from the mentality of all those horrors and heretics you're shooting and conspiring against in, well, every other 40k roleplaying game out there.

Functionally, Black Crusade winds up being the book that GMs use to build their enemy NPCs for their games of Dark Heresy and Rogue Trader, and I wanted to give the thing a fair look on its own. I was as much disappointed in how my insane Heretek wound up mechanically shaking out like a less-insane Explorator would as I was excited at the prospect of writing some bonkers-crazy fiction for them - which, y'now, is kind of 40k as a whole for me. The numbers are less evocative in their own right than they are the price you pay for playing in the world of 40k. As usual, sadly.

Next up: We were somewhere around gnosis, at the edge of the logos, when the magic began to take hold.

[catsatopmydesk]

Having strong opinions on the whole idea of mental health diagnosis and how they are influenced by everything around us and how there is always gonna be a financial/political incentive is gonna get me canceled

[irisgroves]

i wonder if i’ll ever be as horny as the people on this app

[dat1angel]

DPxDC Let Danny Be an Astronaut Dammit!

Every dpxdc fic and their mother has Danny not be able to be an astronaut because of his accident. Well I say NO!

LET THE BOY LIVE HIS DREAMS!!

We're talking DC, where meta humans are just a thing that exists. People have extraordinary powers and that's normal. NASA would totally have a specialized space program for metas who's abilities make them particularly desirable for outer atmospheric conditions!

Oh? What's that? You're a meta and your ability make you impervious to extreme temperatures? That would be super helpful in the freezing vacuum of space! Your ability makes you less sensitive to negative effects from g-forces and changes in gravitational pull? You can spend so much more time out of atmosphere without negative consequences!

NASA would love the opportunities opened up by these individuals and their specialized abilities. Give them Danny? They would be frothing at the goddamn mouth.

Doesn't need to breath, impervious to cold temperatures, can fly, so much more, and, if we go space core Danny, doesn’t need rations because he can get sustenance straight from the stars? He's everything they've ever wanted! Who cares if his vitals are fucky? They're normal for him! And once they have record of what his normal values are? No issue! In my vet classes we learn that you wouldn't treat a cat the same way as a bird because they have different needs and normal values. Well it's the same for humans and metas! I don't think Danny's different biology would be as big of an issue as a lot of fics make it out to be.