#Made it all up just to entertain myself

[alma-amentet]

Long time ago the lands of Mabon and Argram went separate ways, the first one staying magical (classic fantasy thing), the other one pursuing technology (resembles Lies of P a lot, but I made that place up back in 2009). So they were divided by a magic wall, and only few could cross that. As far as I remember, the divide happened after Mabon inhabitants stood up against building a railroad in their lands.

There's also far mystic land of Orellia, not much is known of it.

One elven dynasty of Mabon was cursed by some higher deities for being too vain, and turned into centauri. They stayed true to most of their ways, practiced magic and became more friendly to humans than the natual wild centauri.

The wild centauri have tan skin, their colors varying from ginger to black. At some time, they refused the Common language and spoke only ancient Mabonian (should sound way much Celtic, probably closest to Breton). While the high centauri (those former elves) are fair, white or light gray.

One notable high centauride was Adrienne Caelden. Her confrontation with an evil mage, Gwyn Trintach, makes up a big part of that world's story.

The vampires of the Two Worlds were more like typical werewolves. They didn't fear sunlight, could eat any food and only hunted for blood once a month. However, as time passed, they needed to hunt more and more. The full process of transformation could take several centuries, and in the end the became mindless beasts. There was one vampire, Ioseph D'Estine, who saught to reverse that process and become human again. He turned his beloved, Ellenia, into a vampire, to save her from insanity... yet later she was enchanted by a powerful mage, Morgana LeGrande (Gwyn's apprentice, follower and right hand), and turned against him and his friends.

And in Argram, a scientist, Bartolomeu Banes, who was mourning his dead wife and daughter, made a girl, called her Rebecca. Lies of P moment, also Monster High (yes she was based on Robecca). The creation was a complicated process involving magic, surgery, a bit of mechanics. Neither him nor anyone else would recreate that process. Rebecca was one of a kind, created with love, to live her life, not to serve.

Joel Bennett, Bartolomeu's old (ex)friend and colleague, wanted to create new people, too. One day he even kidnapped Rebecca, tried to dissect her and see how she was made... Luckily he was stopped, then jailed. After serving his sentense, he met Morgana (thus Gwyn) and joined their gang, started making puppets for them (Morgana brought them to life with magic).

Let's share lore!

I love learning about lore people come up with their worlds. All from big important historical moments to small personal secrets a person might have.

So, let's share lore shall we? I'll go first!

Dwarves in my world can be born in two ways. When one feels the call of parenthood, they can either find a partner and do the deed with them.

Or they can go searching for a Very Important Stone. It can be anything from a field stone to raw gemstone.

The aspiring parent feels in their very core when they have found the Very Important Stone and will do almost anything to get it. If a dwarf suddenly offers to built you a new stone fence, it usually means that there's Very Important Stone in it.

When the Stone has been acquired, the parent will start the process of carving the form they feel in the Stone. Once done the parent will swaddle the Stone and carry it around, cooing and petting it like a baby. Other members in the community will also coo to the Stone, wishing things like luck, strength and good health.

These acts and words of love are ingrained to the Stone until one day it cracks open, revealing a newborn dwarf! It can take from weeks to some years, but it's always treated as a celebration no matter how long it has taken.

These children usually retain some visual traits from the stone they have been born from. They can vary from freckles, stripes and birthmarks to hair and eye colors. But whatever way or material the dwarf was born from, or what they look like.... Each child is treated with the same respect.

Because each one was born from labor of love.

[suddenrundown]

currently repeating "you are under no obligation to be good at the things you do for fun" to myself over and over

[abiiliify]

Here, have this silly animation that i worked on today 🫴

[nightmare8-420]

i feel like a part of my soul has been ripped from my chest and i dont know why.

[wirefive]

days without crying over them counter: 0

[theswedishpajas]

Having a really stinky gender day so I tried to redesign Foggy but idk if it made me feel better, worse, or indifferent about it all.

[killjoy-prince]

So I reached the hacked chat era of the route

[beastsovrevelation]

Reasons why I motivate myself to work on my Good Omens fanfictions:

So I can take a certain hyper popular ship everyone loves, but I despise, and tear it apart, smash it with a hammer, and set it on fire for my own entertainment. 😊 It's not like someone will do it for me.

I would say because Lady!Crowley deserves more love, but horrific things happen to her, so, I'd be a hypocrite (spoiler alert, she's fine in the end).

Anathema and Newt's family keep a raccoon named Shovels, that they dye black, and pretend is a cat.

I have four ideas put down, so far. One's an actual detective story. Two of them are crossovers with... Legion, of all things (one came to me in a dream). All involve my Antichrist OC, who wasn't supposed to have anything to do with the GO universe, until I had that damn dream.

Another motivatior - so I can work with Maxine (the Antichrist OC) more. After a long consideration, I decided to pair her up with War (in non-crossovers, in those she's with Michael), which is problematic because they're cousins (War's mother is Satan's sister)... You know, whatever. Nobody from Earth knows. It isn't anything uncommon for royalty, either. 🤣 Besides, they're both women (offspring from donors, so no biological threats), and they didn't grow up together. I just... I adore my Antichrists. They're everything to me. Max, forgive me for getting you involved in this madness of an universe, the fanfiction gods compelled me.

Honestly, my other OCs, too. Max's best friend, Cthylla (daughter of Dagon, and... You can guess. He has a habit of oversleeping), her cat Squid, Madonna Maria (a literal jackal with vile temper and a fondness for whiskey, Maxine's biological mother;), Titan the Hellhound, Agnes Device-Pulsifer, Francisco Rossi (the Second Beast, who loathes Aziraphale even more than I do, for absollutely no reason)...

Off with Pollution, Pestilence is being reinstated to his rightful place.

I'm eager to work with canon characters like War, Michael (Legion and GO version), and Hastur - all of who, I adore

I am kind of a hater in this fandom. In the end, I've realized, fanfiction must be written for oneself, not the fandom. I will not apologize for doing what I want, with characters (and their genders) in a fic. Nor for heavily focusing on my OCs (even making them the main focus - it's something that I love doing).

The only thing I do feel some guilt for? I remember Neil Gaiman saying he likes stories where women saves themselves, which I completely agree with, yet Lady Crowley gets saved by others, most of the times... I guess, she's just in situations nobody could save themselves from. Now, her healing is another can of worms maybe that could be counted as her saving herself).

Oh... I hope no one who reads this took it as me attacking them, or mocking them, for liking what I don't. I kind of sounded like someone's evil grandma, threatening to throw their favorite toys in the trash can. 🤣 I'm just writing down my thoughts in an edgy manner. Think of this as a literal angsty, but hopeful diary page.

When I said I'm a "hater", I meant I personally have a very odd, unconventional relationship with Good Omens and it's characters. It's a... "I don't like how you're portraying biblical mythology, but I will always love you". I love Neil Gaiman. I don't know anyone im the fandom anymore, but I all the hearts to them, too. I'm just the designated class contrarian. My stories, like all fanfiction, are seperate universes from canon (and I mean no disrespect to it; the fanfiction wouldn't be here if canon wasn't).

Why do I keep hurting Crowley? I don't know, my relationship with the character is very complicated also. I find him annoying, but I named my stuffed snake after him. 🐍

Why did I write this down and post it? Because I've noticed I'm more likely to get something done after I get on a barrel, and anounce I will. These stories are so fun to write... Fine, that was kind of a lie. I'm picking at Ch. 1 of the dream storyline, and it makes me want to cry.

P.S. - I didn't see season 2, and I have no intention to (though my mom is badgering me to watch it; she's also scolding me for hurting Crowley).

[silverselfshippingchaos]

i need to be one of them so bad.

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[witch-queen-of-lesbos]

Today I learned that there's a limit to the number of notes you can put in a post.

hm actually i made a joke poll like this a while back but now im genuinely curious

[kavehayati]

Lord give me energy today eueueue

[songouda]

i don't particularly find myself obsessed with like, interactions on my posts but something i do worry about is that i'm doing something 'wrong'

[actual-corpse]

Just watched a youtube short that was about in school suspension (ISS) and, like, got hit with PAIN. Visceral pain.

My Pre-8 school had what was called In School ISOLATION (ISI), and nobody seems to know wtf I'm talking about (like, even in high school the kids who didn't attend my pre-8 were so confused)...

We were sat in a dimly lit room, darkest room in the whole school building, in tiny cubicles, barely big enough for a child, facing the grey cinderblock wall. In dead silence.

Upon entering, you were given two packets. Some bullshit Boomer psychological questionnaire making you reflect on the actions that lead to your being in ISI. "Why am I here?" Was at the top of the packets in bold typeface.

After you finished the packets you were then given some busy-work that was related to whatever was being taught in class that day.

You couldn't do your homework in there.

You couldn't read.

If you finished your work for that day, they just found some other busy-work to give you.

The ISI monitor was a real bitch... like.... even kids outside of ISI called her a (child equivalent of the word) bitch.

Does this make sense?

Does it make sense to do this to CHILDREN?

[gooobraghhh]

1,000 follower kink vote post: 1st place, Somno

Sleeping pups make the best toys. It’s so fun to tease a cute things body while they’re unconscious. You get to hear their honest, unfiltered noises, usually little breathy moans that react to your every move once you start gently rubbing and playing with them while you feel them get hard and messy on your fingers.

I just love the perverse intimacy of it. There’s no lying, no altering your reactions, just the honest results of my touch and you don’t even know you’re functioning as entertainment for me. You don’t know that I’m studying every little thing you do in response to my fingers and mouth. Learning what feels the best based on your reactions.

It’s so rewarding to feel the mess you’re making, to feel you needily throbbing as I play with you. If I can get you to cum even better. It’s so cute to hear you cum when you aren’t awake enough to control your voice. To make you twitch and clench and squirm infront of me while you’re none the wiser.

Maybe I’ll leave it at that. Let you wake up in the morning either oblivious to my actions or I’ll have done something to let you know I used you in your sleep. You might wake up without your underwear, or maybe you notice dirty words written on your skin in some very intimate areas, if I’m feeling cruel there could be a toy left in you that teased you all night.

But I think it might be more fun for you to wake up. To watch you try to process what’s happening. Seeing your little useless groggy brain try to catch up with the pleasure your body has been experiencing. And while you’re pathetically trying to understand why you feel so horny and sensitive I’ll make sure to start fully fucking you now that waking you up isn’t a concern. God it’s so attractive to see you beneath me, getting overwhelmed by the intensity of what you’re feeling while you’re barely even awake.

Hearing the little words you try to say that just get lost in between moans. I’ll make sure to use you until I’m satisfied, as is your purpose. With how primed and sensitive I made you I’m sure it wouldn’t take long for you to cum again, but I’ll keep going for as long as I want, without a care for how intense it is for you. And of course I just can’t stop myself from getting in your ear and telling you how cute you were in your sleep, how loud you got from my touch, what specific things made you react the most. I’ll watch your little face get all flustered and embarrassed before your eyes roll back and you just can’t keep your voice down.

Once I’m finally done with you I’ll make sure to hold my little plaything and let you know how good of a toy you were for me, how amazing your body felt. I’ll keep you nice and tight while softly praising you to sleep in my arms, at least until I feel the need to play with you again <3

[samuraisharkie]

I’ve seen it coming years away, but it still always manages to make me bleed a little bit more when I am reminded I AM being left behind, watching everyone I know go on ahead of me because why the hell would they hold themselves back like that? I wouldn’t want them to, but it still hurts to be reminded that I’m still stuck here for the foreseeable future, that there will be no collaboration, it’s up to me and kitty and only us. I’m still in the same place I was when I graduated high school. I don’t see a way out yet. I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough money on my own. It’s depressing being reminded of it all. I’m not ready and I should be. I’ve wasted so much time, how am I going to catch up and not feel decades behind my peers? I don’t hate myself or my body (I can’t afford to do that again) but a lot of times I wish there was something different about me that made it so I had the same ease/difficulty doing things that others did, that I could form habits like most people can, that I wasn’t so exhausted mentally and physically all the time. It’s mortifying to be left behind. I’m happy for them, and I hate that it’s soured by my own problems and tinged with selfish resentment that it’s just me and my twin against the world.