#The Seeker's Inbox

[andy-kuramy]

Trying to draw Mitsuyo in watercolor is like making a sculpture of the human anatomy

The shirt will always cover the juicy shadows that I made....

Anyways, this stills being a wip, so please let me cook, I swear I won't burn the food

[thegreatyin]

HELL YEAH POWER ENDING SEEKERS ARE MY FAVORITE MR CARDS GENRE i mean they're all my favorite because i legitimately love seeing different people's interpretations of the power ending and the weird fucked up (the fucked up part is important, one must always make their bat fucked up) OCs they make as a result of it. but also i think there's a lot of really fun stuff one can do with a human who deliberately chooses to discard said humanity in order to ascend as a potential replacement for the very figure they're desperately Seeking to learn about and potentially avenge. i'm always kinda surprised it's not more common tbh?? nemesis and BaL just (very very understandably) lend themselves more obviously to seekers i suppose

also that alt strategy is totally valid. it's basically what i pulled with caeru's account all the way back before finishing heart's desire + a not insignificant chunk of evolution. have fun with the dream collecting :)

[cheesecake-bich]

Could you draw my oc with Ratchet pls

Also you’re are is so good would eat 10/10

SHES GIVING!!

She’s so cute I can’t I LOVE PEOPLES JETS OCS

They’re always 💅🏽✨

[marvellousimagines]

Requested by crystalrose36

“Who is that?” the voice came to you as if through a fog. Your whole body felt like it was weighed down with lead, as though coming out of a particularly deep sleep.

“I-I don’t- I thought-” someone else stammered, and you recognized that voice. Your mind was as slow to wake up as the rest of you, however, so you couldn’t quite place it yet. He called your name, a question, as if unsure of who you really were.

“Ngh, what?” you managed to croak out, feeling like you haven’t used your vocal cords in ages. Finally you forced your eyes open, blinking until they managed to focus.

You were in a cocoon of wood and leaves. A very familiar-feeling cocoon, its life energy connected to yours. Your Titan, Wildwood Druid, formed a protective barrier around you. The front of the cocoon was open, four figures staring down at you: a boy with blond hair blinking curiously at you, a girl with light pink hair trying to examine the titan still around you, a woman slightly older than the two teenagers who gave the appearance of being uninterested. And in the front of the group was a very familiar face, looking like he'd seen a ghost. He looked a bit older than you remember, but that was definitely Dante Vale.

“Dante?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on you. “What… happened?”

“You vanished. You’ve been gone for years, I… I didn’t know what happened to you,” Dante said, reaching for you to help you out of your Titan cocoon. You took his hand and let him pull you up, but your legs were weak and wobbly so you had to lean on Dante for support, the blonde boy coming up on your other side to help keep you on your feet.

“I’m not sure either,” you replied, deep in thought. Once out of your cocoon, the Titan shifted back into her usual humanoid form, though stayed out of her amulet and seemed wary. “The Foundation said I’d be able to handle the mission by myself, so I went. There was… a Titan. A massive one. Pain. Then… it was like I was asleep. I don’t think I was injured.”

“It seems the Foundation under-estimated whatever situation they sent you into here. Wildwood Druid apparently had to shield you from whatever it was, which put the both of you into stasis. When you didn’t come back, I was upset at the Foundation for sending you off alone,” Dante said, a quiet anger showing through his words. “I might have a few more words for them once we get back.”

“So, Dante, are you going to introduce us to your friend here?” the younger of the two girls asked. She had been keeping out of the way of the reunion, but it seems her curiosity got the better of her.

“Oh, right,” Dante said with a sheepish grin. He gave your name to the group, before introducing his new team in turn, “Lok, Sophie, and back there is Zhalia.”

You tried to wave, but that felt like a little too much effort for your body right now, so you just smiled and gave a nod of greeting. “Pleasure to meet all of you,” you said, but you couldn’t help but think one person was missing from your little reunion. “So, where’s DeFoe?”

Dante tensed beside you, and the two teenagers looked at you like you’d grown a second head. Zhalia just quirked an eyebrow as she glanced in your direction. “What?” you asked.

“DeFoe… he’s not like you remember him anymore,” Dante said. He glanced around before guiding you over to a fallen tree to sit on the log. Apparently this was a conversation you needed to be sitting for.

“Hold on, you used to be FRIENDS with DeFoe?” Lok asked in disbelief, and you wondered just how much you’d missed.

Dante waved for the other three to sit down too, and you could see him trying to plan out how to explain the situation to both his current team and to you. “Y/N, DeFoe and I were all friends, back in high school. We joined the Foundation soon after, going on missions for them,” Dante explained to the rest of his team. “When Y/N disappeared, DeFoe… blamed the Foundation and me. I was supposed to go with, but I was called away on an urgent matter so Y/N was sent alone.” He then turned to you. “DeFoe quit the Foundation. He was bitter, and he joined the Organization. He wants to bring the Foundation down, and me personally.”

Your heart sank as you thought of your two closest friends mourning you when you weren’t actually dead. How that tore the two of them apart, and sent DeFoe on a darker path. He always seemed a little resentful of Dante, but you didn’t think…

“I want to see him,” you decided. “If my disappearance turned him into an enemy, then maybe my return will bring him back too?”

Dante sighed. “I’m afraid it probably won’t be that easy,” he said. “If you stick around with us, you’ll see DeFoe again before long. But before that, you need to rest.” He looked up at Wildwood Druid. “You too,” he added with a small smile.

You gave a single nod of acknowledgement, the Titan doing so as well at the same time before disappearing back into her amulet.

“Let me help you back to where we’ve set up camp,” Dante offered, standing up and helping you up alongside him.

[sunflawyer]

Mayo Mayo Hi !! This is why I asked for Abby's favourite fruit the other day !! ☀️🍊💛🧡

I had been searching for 1980's Strawberry Shortcake designs and, well... got ideas :)

GAAATEEEEEEEEEEEE OOHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡💗💕💗💕🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕💗🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕🧡💕💕💗💗💕💗💕🧡💕🧡💕🧡OH MY GOD!!!!!! OH MY GOD THIS IS SO???? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🌻🌻🌻🌻🧡🧡🧡 MY LITTLE CLEMENTINE!!!!! ..... oh my darling clementine... my baby baby.....

please abby in strawberry shortcake world 😭😭😭💕💕💕 GATE AAHHH HUGS YOU I ABSOLUTELY LOVE STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE IN FACT I ACTUALLY AM IN A WATCHALONG FOR THE 2000S VER.... AAAHH😭😭😭💕😭😭😭😭 1980-2000 strawberry shortcake was my favs ever!!! she's just. a little strawberry 🍓🍓

but abby 🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡 if abby is in strawberry shortcake world her name would be....hmmm Cherry Clementine! Maybe? She loves cherries too 🍒🍊..... HSJJDKFKFKF GATE THIS IS EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭💕💕💕💕!!

look at her adorable hat.... kisses her on the forehead mwah!

fun fact i grew up watching the 2000 one! i was such a big fan that i had a big plushie of her haha 💕💕😭😭😭

[arsene-fixates]

YOU GET KIsSED

It was rly quick so they’re kind of messy 💀

AAUAGGHAHGHHHHGHHHG 💥💥💥💥💥💥

[the-galactic-hunters]

M!A Seeker can finally live the dream of being a vampire for a time

HOLY SHIT LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TO WHOEVER GIVE ME THAT MAGIC ANON, THANK YOU!!!!!!

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ conall ] A low whistle left the man’s lips as he looked at the carnage left behind. What a mess. Blood, brain matter and cyberware liquid splattered on the walls and ceiling. One had to have one’s eyes fixed on the floor to not step on corpses and other things. Not that it mattered to Conall, but it was interesting to see someone who reminded him of his rowdier days. “Still with us, kid?” He recognized their face from the photos Sétanta showed him whenever he visited, even though there was little resemblance between the sprout in the pictures and the forsaken madman here. “You look like shit, but that’s beside the point. That cyberware of yours doesn’t look too hot, so… need help with a maintenance or an upgrade?”

CU. THEY KEPT SLIPPING from between his fingers each time he appeared, but like a hound on the scent, Nagayoshi always found him once again. His singlemindedness made him no different from a machine following through a directive, and with how obsessive his rage had become, he might as well be no different from one. His body was becoming more and more like such as the days passed, the Ripperdoc that he had been pointed to having warned him that despite how well his body took to the amount of cyberware he had placed within him, everyone had a limit. Nagayoshi didn’t care about that, though. What did he have to go back to anyway? Nobunaga was not forgiving -- everyone knew that, nor could he ever appear before his father and mother after dragging their names in the mud in his failure. Slumped against a wall, he had overextended himself again, his breathing heavy as he struggled to get himself back together. The faces of the Tyger Claws he had slaughtered indistinguishable from the trash that littered the ground to him, but one thing he knew, however, was that Cu was not among them.

     Slipped away again…

     There were days that he thought he saw that little backstabber, ready to kill them on spot when he realized he wasn’t even there. Hallucinations were never a good sign. Sharp gaze was quick to move towards the only other person who seemed alive in this sea of bodies. Appearance alone told him this wasn’t another Tyger, so then…who was this? ❝You wanna die?❞ he drawled, warning present within his tone as he pushed himself back up, the heavy gun he had placed down lifted as if it weighted no more than a child’s backpack. The words that came next gave him pause, eyes narrowing with no small amount of suspicion. People in Night City didn’t help for free. They did it because they got something from it. ❝Nah. I got all that pretty covered. Turns out a lot of people want things dead.❞ He barked a laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. ❝Brings to question…what’s a guy like you want with me, huh? Just bein' a good Samaritan?❞

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

TRICK OR TREAAAAAT

here's an aresi for you!

[astropithecus]

Diet Crystal Pepsi. Frito Lay Lemonade. Watermelon-flavored Oreos. Through the years, the shelves of stores have been filled with products that turned out to be flops, failures, duds, and losers. But only briefly filled with them, of course, because products like these tend to get yanked from stores quickly, leaving most consumers to wonder: Who exactly buys these things, anyway? Now a published study co-authored by two MIT professors answers that question. Amazingly, the same group of consumers has an outsized tendency to purchase all kinds of failed products, time after time, flop after flop, Diet Crystal Pepsi after Diet Crystal Pepsi. The study calls the people in this group “harbingers of failure” and suggests they provide a new window into consumer behavior. “These harbingers of failure have the unusual property that they keep on buying products that are taken from the shelves,” says MIT marketing professor Catherine Tucker, co-author of a paper detailing the study’s results. Significantly, Tucker adds, these star-crossed consumers can sniff out flop-worthy products of all kinds. “This is a cross-category effect,” Tucker explains. “If you’re the kind of person who bought something that really didn’t resonate with the market, say, coffee-flavored Coca-Cola, then that also means you’re more likely to buy a type of toothpaste or laundry detergent that fails to resonate with the market.”

Let me just say, this is a hell of a way to find out they quit making that coffee-flavored coke you liked.

[lullabyes22-blog]

"I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."

Got a lot of Q's for this in my inbox. Figured I'd just address them here.

tw: mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation

Re: the ending of S2:

Jinx did not die.

She symbolically killed her old self, and with it, her last ties to the past that imprisoned her. She understood that for her sister to move on and live her life - be happy without guilt - she'd have to renounce the bonds that held them together.

Her talk with ghostly Silco was the 'sign-off' she'd been waiting for, ever his dutiful daughter. Throughout S2, she kept hoping he'd haunt her, and in doing so, offer some impetus given her aimlessness. Maybe just straight up boss her around, and tell her how she's supposed to exist now that he's no longer there to be a (subversive if loving) guiding hand.

But it was the promise of time (as represented by Ekko) healing old wounds, and the courage to feel, as she once had - a hopeful child with a hopeful future - that allowed Jinx to commit impetus to action.

Her blimp-ship in the climactic battle is a tribute to Isha - but also to the child in Jinx's own fractured psyche: Powder. She's letting both little girls have one last hurrah before she takes care of business - and cuts off the last oaths, duties and commitments that bind her to a past whose parameters she's outgrown.

Better still, she knows she's got the capacity to outgrow them.

That was the point of Jinx's arc with Isha, and why, no matter my misgivings on Isha's character herself, I found Jinx's trajectory towards a more nurturing and fun-loving figure more life-affirming and positive than the straightforward 'Daddy's Villain Goes Postal' shtick.

It's even why there's a minigame titled Jinx Fixes Everything. It's Jinx, struggling and stumbling, as she tries to rewrite her narrative, and finds in herself the capacity to do good.

To fix things that seem irreparably broken.

And to understand why she's reached this stage, we've got to let go of our tendency to project our own stuff onto Jinx (precious meow meow, unrepentant terrorist, manic pixie crazypants, edgy hot psycho) and acknowledge the purpose she plays in Arcane's thematic structure.

Jinx's character comes off as a death-seeker, and that's no shocker. She is hounded by terrible guilt and loss. She's got blood on her hands, and ghosts on her heels, and no matter what she does, she can't seem to be rid of them. Her inner mind's fractured, her mannerisms ooze pure chaos, and she seems a creature of pure feral impulse and no mercy.

That's the Jinx we're accustomed to seeing in S1 - except that's also both the front she's most likely to put on during that timeline, and the persona that is necessary for her to inhabit to survive, as Silco's daughter and his top enforcer.

Then Silco kicks the bucket, she symbolically fulfills his dream by shooting at the Council HQ, she accepts that she must inhabit this path of shadows and loneliness (as symbolized by her starkly decorated chair in the tea party scene), she accepts the fragmented push-and-pull between past and present, and...

And now what?

Silco's given her a semblance of direction for six years, and he's gone. Vi, the sister she'd hoped would return, and whom she'd hinged so many childishly idealized hopes on, is herself traumatized, and afraid of what her sister's become.

Jinx has her shadows and her loneliness. Jinx is traumatized. Jinx is suicidal.

But Jinx is still, whatever else, alive.

And all living things need connections.

That's why we as the audience enjoy her little found family dynamic with Isha and Sevika. It's Jinx, taking the first tentative steps to reach out to people beyond Silco and Vi, and realizing, wow, she enjoys the pay-off.

And all throughout S2, we see Jinx growing more and more comfortable in this newfound space - even jealously guarding it at the expense of Zaun's liberty, and Silco's wishes, because she can't bear to lose what she's found.

And what she finds empowers her enough that, when Warwick shows up, she's actually willing to reach out to Vi, and call upon their family connection, because Jinx is learning the value of bonds, not as baling hooks of guilt, but as buoys to carry her forward.

That's the story Jinx's relationships serve to tell in S2. Each one shapes the choice she makes in the finale. Until she learns to accept the past (Vi), to lay the monsters to rest (Silco and Vander/Warwick), forgive herself (Caitlyn) trust that time heals all wounds (Ekko), and hope for happier new beginning (Isha), she'll never trust herself enough to just seize the chance.

Jinx's culminating arc is not about death, much less self-erasure. It's about resurrection, and embracing the sublime chaos of a freed mind, and a lightened spirit. That's what she craves beyond simple death, and what her baptism by fire, blood and riverwater, has been about.

Each trial grinds her down into someone else. Someone new.

Someone closer to who she is meant to be, rather than who she's expected to be.

That's why she's so glad to make the sacrifice for Vi. She's not dying as an act of self-immolation. She's giving her sister - the one who's proven she'll never give up on her - the ultimate gift, and showing Vi that she deserves to live.

She needs Vi to live, so Jinx, the persona, can finally die.

"He (Silco) didn't make Jinx. You did."

She's basically saying, "I love you, I will always be with you, but you are no longer responsible for my actions. Please move forward with your life, and grant me the choice to do the same."

It's two sisters embracing everything they've meant to each other, acknowledging the pain weighing them down on both sides, and welcoming the new so they can each slough off old paradigms and live life as a whole person - or at least take steps to remembering what wholeness feels like.

That's the reason the show's final shots linger on the Hexgate tunnels, Jinx's monkey bomb, and the aircraft.

It's the show's way of reminding us that Jinx has ascended to a different version of her identity - one removed from the past that haunted her. It's Jinx, finally striking out alone, away from the sister whose memory she clung so desperately to, and who was, in turn, horrified by her hand in making Powder a monster (perceived guilt or real, fandom may debate ad nauseum) due to past mistakes and abandonment.

The ending of Arcane isn't tragic. It's deeply hopeful, and serves as a reminder that no matter how damaged you think you are, and no matter how monstrous the world finds you, there are still ways to come back to yourself - or to walk the path toward a new you.

Jinx is symbolized by crows. Jinx is shown with firelights emerging from her mouth. Jinx is depicted holding a torch like Janna ushering in the winds of change.

Thematically, Jinx is change.

And the best way she can embody that change is to write her story, and make it her own.

[maideninorange]

OC name starting with I (the second best letter, because it's Iyozane's initial).

Hm...You know what, this individual gets to be an Izzy. Izzy can best be described as "Stupidly lucky detective with a noir look (ruined by bright pink hair) that can manipulate ink." Actual ink. Not like Tsubakura's nanomachines. They treat a lot of their cases with this sort of carefree professionalism, as they currently have a perfect record. The Enigmatic Seeker case is proving to be their longest one though...

[archie-sunshine]

what a nice inbox, i'm sure this seeker covered in the energon of an unnamed bot will love it here

girlz gone wild

[ghostgirl101]

Being In A Relationship With Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

A/N: Yes yesss, I'm back from the deepest depths of the dead, finals kicked my ass earlier but now its almost october and I'll burn any exam paper I see from this moment onwards 😀 don't even question why I used this gif, it pretty much summarises the whole headcanon lmao🖤so enjoy it and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist thing at the end. Keep in mind that requests are not open currently, as I'm catching up with ones already in my inbox for Dune and other dark fandoms.

Warnings: Kind of dark themes, mid violence.. it's Feyd Rautha, idk what to tell you ���

Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎

☠︎︎• You got yourself into some weird territory with this one 😵‍💫

☠︎︎• If you're expecting any semblance of stability and pure romance, then I'd turn and run for the Dunes to find Paul instead, because this Harkonnen doesn't have an ounce of level sanity in him, and the amount of spiking tension you'll have to cope with on a daily basis is enough to give anyone a literal heart attack 💀💀

☠︎︎• My guesses are that you were introduced to Feyd-Rautha as either a pretty young Bene Gesserit girl chosen to weave her way into his life to continue the bloodline, or he liked the look of you when he was off-world in one instance to look over Spice production with his uncle, and took you back as a trophy because he liked the look of you. So lucky you. 🙃

☠︎︎• This boy is an absolute sadist and an unpredictable unhinged mess, so there's a lot to get used to, and even when you do get used to things, it could all flip and spin just as quickly. It would take a hell of a time to truly understand Feyd-Rautha enough to predict him one hundred per cent and longer to have his trust that you won't run off or try betraying him.

☠︎︎• There's definitely a kind of dangerous allure to him that he uses to his advantage, a smug grin on his face when he enters the arenas, most likely to make kills in your name. It wouldn't be a massive surprise if you became some figure in Giedi Prime to sacrifice the dead to, like some kind of goddess of the kill (ik that sounds dramatic as hell, but i see it happening .-.)

☠︎︎• Feyd-Rautha is absolutely not used to the concept of looking out for anyone other than himself, or feeling anything close to respect and love for anyone other than himself. So the relationship he forces between you and him is a shaky and slow-burning bond that works in its own weird ways and quirks, and adapts to him and him only, so there are a lot of adjustments to be made on your end. Because even though Feyd isn't sensitive in the general sense, he's majorly unpredictable, and one wrong word could set him off. Just, tread carefully in the early days.

☠︎︎• If you want affection in any other way than corpses and bruising hickies, it may take a little while, because he has no idea how to pull that kind of gentleness off, and doesn't necessarily want to either. But if it's something that'll get you to submit to his hold over you more, then he'll come round to it, and when there's absolutely no one else in the area, you might get some actual, genuine passion, though there's always a part of it mixed in with some darker conflict in him.

☠︎︎• If you want attention from him, you've got it anyway. Feyd has his own form of attachment, pretty much an obsession, but it's always tangled in with his desire to dominate and possess. It's a suffocating relationship and tipped-scales dynamic, and the only way you can really get him to see your side of things is by wording it in ways that'll make it sound like it was his idea in the first place, and that the reason is because it'll feel better for him.

☠︎︎• Needless to say, if you're a little firmer and have a dark side to you (i'll make a safe bet that you do if you want this guy x_x) this Harkonnen is a thrill seeker to the extreme, someone always looking to feel something new and raw and insatiable, like the sharpest peaks of ecstasy and adrenaline, so will he try out new stuff with you even though it sounds mental and freaky and dangerous? That's a rhetorical question.

☠︎︎• Despite all the bloodshed and his ruthless havoc in the arenas, taking lives and living for the pain of it, believe it or not, Feyd is actually vulnerable in the least suspecting way. He doesn't have an emotional connection with anyone, because he's an unhinged psycho amongst a crowd of pale unhinged psychos who expect nothing less (and.. have you watched the film?? It's confirmed that this dude has mummy issues, so... i'm just saying, look at this hc's front gif 😏)

☠︎︎• If we're talking romance and affection, just think intense. Intense intense intense, because that's the best way to describe it. His hugs are breathtakingly tight and forcefully smothering, and he doesn't kiss, he full-on makes out with you. Public or not doesn't matter, it's just an opportunity to mark you as his in front of an audience, and he'll gladly perform, so suck up your shyness.

☠︎︎• Thinking of pet names, I see Feyd-Rautha calling you either by just your true first name and having everyone else address you just by your general title, or using other typical nicknames he'd use with satisfied smirks and lingering looks. Maybe his dearest darling, because you're higher than the pets he feeds and used before you (apparently they're called harpies??!? idk what the heck lol) I don't see him saying my love or honey unless he's just being a jackass in an argument, because I'm betting my life savings this boy only eats bitter things, and he sure as hell can't define love like you can.

☠︎︎• Feyd comes across as pretty dominant in everything he does, which is right, and even if it's you questioning him, he'll throw a dangerous fit that escalates within a second no one sees, so, again you have to be clever with the way you word things. You physically and mentally cannot be independent with Feyd-Rautha, because he'll break that spirit right out of your soul. Would he physically hurt you? Not badly, no, but just don't push him, because he'll lash out without a second thought in the moment of impulse.

☠︎︎• Again with the independence, another thing that stops you from getting any is how absolutely suffocatingly obsessive he can get, which turns on his possessiveness. You're essentially an extension of himself, something that's peaceful and pure and perfect in so many ways he'll never understand and will always pull your mind apart to try to. So if any other skulking Harkonnen looking to impress you by challenging Feyd himself or devoting a kill in the arena to you, has immediately chosen the slowest, most humiliating death, that you'll probably be tied down to watch -_-

☠︎︎• And if he can tell in even the smallest way that you're drawn to someone aside from him, there's a chance you'll be kept locked up in his chambers for a month or two with no servants, nothing breathing at all permitted to trespass except him, until he's satisfied and you have him wrapped around your finger again. And that means you can get him to do practically anything if it benefits him and draws you closer, like a kill.. to maybe even destroying a whole planet, it's not impossible for him. Once he has his mind set on something, he's a hunter, he's found his target, and he'll go wild until he destroys it.

☠︎︎• He's protective in the way that he will not let you die, or get hurt in any way by any person other than him. If another Harkonnen draws your blood in the tiniest scratch, or hurts your feelings in some way, Feyd will use that as an excuse to wring their necks. You're his to look at and admire and dress up and be close to and make you feel things, so anyone else daring to step up beside you will get knocked down and fed to his darlings. The only time you'll actually see him being doting and surprisingly, cautiously gentle is when he's healing a wound without the audience of any nurses or outside help, an uncharacteristic and uncomfortable silence in the air as he concentrates and gets you back to rights.

☠︎︎• The moments where he'll allow himself to be truly close to you go unspoken, like in the cold hard nights of Geidi Prime, where he pulls you up from your bed and tugs you down the short dark corridor to dump you in his own instead, with nothing else but the need to feel smotheringly close to someone who understands how his mind works. You'll remind him of his mother, and that's all good, so long as you stay by him and with him always, because if you take the opportunity to turn and run, don't let him catch you in the act. There's a 50/50 chance he'll keep you in his rooms for the rest of the relationship, or just straight-up kill you and take in your memories and mind to possess you that way ._.

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Next Week's Fanfic: Headcanons for a love triangle between you, Feyd-Rautha and Paul Atreides 😎😎 ⊹˚₊‧───────────────────────────────────────────‧₊˚⊹

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added to this for my future Dune fanfics): @milaeth @ennycutie @nckcn @void21 @leighta @williamtt33 @deathsimp @tatumrileyslover @beebumbo @the-dark-dreamer25 @lilepad @skboo @keicdcat @1950schick @reggiesmoon @velosrantipole @yoonessa @anonymjuni @saturnhas82moons @xlxnq @frickyea-guacamole19 @meowmeeps @chalklate

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[moiraimyths]

Why do you have characters in a romance game that don’t feel romance, that defeats the whole purpose of a romance game. Why would I want to love someone that I know doesn’t actually feel love??

Good evening to all (excluding the attention-seeker in our inbox),

Over the past day or so, we've received a number of asks on the subject of Robin and Keagan (but mostly Keagan's) aromanticism. As you can see, some of these asks may be good-faith inquiries about the differences between the romantic and platonic routes for these particular characters. Others are very obvious attempts to make us walk back Keagan's demiromantic identity (which will not happen), or are otherwise just trying to give us grief for including arospec characters to begin with. We suspect, given the *timing and repetitive phrasing of the asks, that these are all coming from one person, but since the asks are anonymous, we cannot confirm this. Nevertheless, we have decided to share them with our followers, because going forward, we are going to be increasingly selective with the variety of asks that we respond to in order to limit possible "discourse bait," i.e. questions designed to argue with us rather than allow us to explain our thought process or artistic goals. Inevitably, this may mean that well-meaning but tonally ambiguous questions are not answered out of an abundance of caution, which could prompt genuinely good-faith askers to assume we're avoiding tough questions. This is not our goal, but ultimately, this is not a discourse blog. We're independent artists creating a story that we want to tell, first and foremost. If a decision we make ultimately results in you not wanting to support our game, then you are free to take your leave.

-Moirai Myths

*Screenshots were taken at various times but we have ordered them as we received them.

[awkwardwhims]

🤍 Yearn For Fern 🤍

Introducing Fern Hargrave | Age: 26 | Pronouns: She/They

Fern grew up in Willow Creek & was bounced around to different foster homes when her parents both passed away. Once she was old enough she spent her days globetrotting, learning skills & finding herself.

Along her journeys she never once had a significant other, just her companion, Bandit & a rescue horse named Derby.

This clumsy, kind hearted, adventure seeker would love to settle down with someone & maybe even have a family of her own.

Entrant Guidelines:

Humans only (I'm not big on occults).

Female or male sims are accepted.

Young adults are preferred.

Skills & aspirations can be whatever you want. They don't need a job.

Should have hobbies, likes & dislikes.

Include their traits (keep them game only, no custom traits). Entrants can't have the romantic trait & at least one negative trait.

Give your entrants their own style. But Fern's favorite colors are earthy tones.

CC (just be mindful of how much cc you use) is okay as long as it's maxis match. You must be comfortable with slight changes to fit my style (ie. default skinblends/eyes, etc)

Tag me @awkwardwhims in your entrant post or use the hashtag #yearnforfern so I can find you easily!

Contestants i. Rowan by @theosconfessions ii. Eloise Anderson by @droolski iii. Mike Casey by @saartje77 iv. Merle Defossé by @kirsicca v. Gabriel Vasquez by @aniraklova vi. Andy Wiles by @minamill vii. Amara Wilson by @doodle-dee viii. Stephen Colbert by @itcrescentcrow

Please send the tray files & cc to my inbox, if you haven't already! You have ONE week at the latest to get your sim to me; otherwise I will choose a different contestant.

Deadline: Closed!