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[desoletongue]

I got sucked into one of those interactive romance webcomic THINGS and... Tbh Sometimes it reminds me of those wretched quizilla 7 minutes in heaven fanfics that I was way too into when I was like 11.

Anyway, apparently he turned me over "like a rotisserie chicken"

I'm having a grand, if ridiculous and occasionally filled with awful screeching time.

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Good fucking day, Robot enjoyers! Gaze upon the updated semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse.

This is an updated version of a chart I made a few months ago. I had gotten some feedback and then TFOne came out and I kinda had to update it. I also added a Gen 1 Optimus Prime for scale, for fun... no other reason... (edit: slight adjustment made, just corrected a slight mistake in the order)

I am also working on at least two more character charts and one universe chart, so hopefully I can finish those soon (for some fucking genius reason I decided to do the characters that show up EVERY FUCKING UNIVERSE so I'm s u f f e r i n g)

*PST! Optimus, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide ones are done now*

Master Post

Listed Heights, Explanations, and Justifications below the cut, bc you couldn't shut me up if you tried and I had shit to say.

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (TFwiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - ~10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet, but using this screen shot (see below) of him standing in front of a barn door, I was able to make a reasonable guess, bc I'm so smart.)

One V1 - ~13 feet (I am well aware of what the TFWiki says: 26.429 feet. And I fully reject that number. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, and Bumblebee in both sets of LA movies does not exceed 20 feet tall. Ever. So, for sanity's sake, I have used the KCV numbers as my baseline. Bee grows when he gets his t-cog so shrink this one down a few feet. Look, I'm working on the Optimus chart rn, and one of the numbers from Beast Wars on the wiki was very observably wrong, and if I can dispute numbers older than me, I can dispute numbers 2 decades younger than me from fucking Walmart. Also, yes, his picture is 3 images sandwiched together)

Animated - 13 feet 3 Inches (There is no actual given heights, but in the comments of the previous version, @phoenix-inanis told me that they had done their own analysis of TFA heights and, gonna be real with you, I am blown away by all of their work and how detailed it is. Go marvel at how much work they put in -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4 )

One V2 - ~15 Feet (Please see reasoning above. Since this is as tall as we see Bee get, he's the same height as KCV Bee. Sweet fuck, I have put way too much effort into this shit)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 15 feet (No actual numbers, but Mirage is stated to be 15 feet tall (TFWiki), and he and Bee are like the same height, so... Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (TFWiki. This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. Also mr bay is king, we have numbers for nearly every character in BV)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (TFWiki. Movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (TFWiki/Fandom. Video game info screens you godsend, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (These two designs are canonically identical, like in ALC canon, Bee has not changed visually at all...Ok, yes I got this number from fandom and they give literally no source for where they got these numbers. But, I can fully believe these are accurate. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. Here, let's Compare.

This is Sam compared to Bee from one of the BV movies, I'm too lazy to check which one. Sam is average size for a human and we know Bee is 16 feet tall in the first three movies. Checks out. Let's now look at a TFP Character who is also 16 feet tall.

Jack is average size for a human, and the size difference is about the same. Can you see why I can't question the Aligned heights, even if they don't have a source??!?! They specifically made this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Bumblebee - 21 Feet tall. Look, did you want to see all 5 versions of ALC Bee? No, you don't. They're all the same height anyway; the back row would have just been a wall of redundant yellow. 5 different fucking art styles in one universe, why is that one my favourite.

Here's the front row and the back row separated into their own jpgs. I know it's kind of hard to tell which Bumblebee is which when they're all together.

[tired-truffle]

Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 3k

Part 6/17

Tag list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @potatointhedirt (if anyone else would like to be tagged with future updates let me know!)

"I am not a creature that was born. I am a fire that was set." - Amy King

Warnings: Descriptions of throwing up.

Masterlist

“Could you…remove the Hexcore?” 

You lifted your head, unsure if you’d heard him correctly or if your ears were playing tricks on you, again. 

“What?” 

“If it was absorbed, theoretically it could be extracted. Though it may require specific methods, it could be worth investigation.” He rubbed his chin, his gaze focused on something unseen. 

“I…guess so, but I have no idea how. And then I couldn’t use it to heal you.” 

“But it would not be putting you at risk,” he countered, hands folded together in his lap, legs stretched out. You’d bundled yourself in blankets as the evening chill set in, that he was so unaffected was…strange, but not necessarily bad. 

“I’m not trading my safety for yours.” The argument was tired, going around and around in the same circles, neither of you willing to budge after your bout of sickness. Viktor remained convinced that it was magic-induced and outright refused to allow you to try again. That he was entertaining anything to do with you and the Hexcore was a welcome improvement, but you didn’t love the direction it was heading. 

A spark hopped across the ground and disappeared into the leg of his pants. “It is entirely theoretical.” He pulled the spark out of his pant leg, setting it down on his knee where it seemed to happily glow. “But given our current, hm, situation, I thought it worthy of suggestion.”

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

“Neither would I, but we can think about it, yes?” And when he tilted his head, his eyes wide and curious as he smiled softly at you, a warmth bloomed within your chest. 

“Nothing wrong with thinking.” You grinned, the sparks jumping from your shoulders and bouncing around the blanket, shrieking their approval. Or disapproval, it was difficult to tell. 

Thinking…well, even if the Shimmer had turned your brain into mush, keeping your emotions in check and your magic at bay was a constant distraction, requiring active thought and supervision. While you tried your best to dedicate time to figuring out how to remove the Hexcore from your body, the moment you acknowledged its existence, the whispers would begin again. 

The sun had set and risen again, making a full day since Viktor had broached the subject - and you were no closer to solving anything.

Each time you tried to focus on it, your mind shied away. Your frustration grew with each passing moment, feeling like a helpless child struggling to grasp a concept beyond their understanding.

And when you were frustrated, so too were the sparks. They jumped and darted around, buzzing like bees and radiating bright light as they tickled and bothered both you and Viktor. He seemed unfazed by their antics, his curiosity piqued instead. But for you, the sparks were aggravatingly close to pushing you over a precarious edge that you had been desperately trying to avoid.

When a spark all but slapped you in the face, it took one blink for the floorboards beneath your feet to shatter with a deafening bang, splinters and shards flying in all directions.

Where you had once been standing on solid ground, open air had taken its place. Time seemed to freeze as you found yourself suspended in space, like a character in a cartoon who had unwittingly run off the edge of a cliff. But this was no slapstick comedy – you had shattered the floor beneath you, leaving behind a gaping hole that offered no hope for you to grab the edges. 

Time resumed, and you fell like a ragdoll, too shocked to shriek. The ceiling may not have been terribly high, but it meant that you had limited space to brace yourself and no time to react, landing hard on your side with a definitive thud. In an attempt to shield your head, you managed to get one arm beneath you, but it offered little protection against the impact. Like a vacuum had sucked the air from your lungs, the force of the blow knocked the wind out of you, leaving you gasping and struggling for breath, back arched as your body strained. And fuck, did your side ever hurt. Though thankfully it was on your unburned side, the wounds from before still pulsing with raw sensitivity. Despite their miraculous healing, you knew it wouldn't be good for them to be tested so soon. But the pain radiated up your ribcage, through your arms, and down your legs, protesting the abuse you’d put it through, however accidental. 

“Milá!” Viktor’s head popped over the edge of the hole, eyes wide with concern. “Are you alright?”

You groaned your response, dizzy from the pain, your tongue thick and unable to form a coherent response. Footsteps creaked along the floorboards - the ones you hadn’t destroyed - as Viktor hurriedly made his way to you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the sparks crawl up your body, making mournful noises as though this was not their fault. But it wasn’t fair of you to blame them entirely, if you hadn’t gotten frustrated it wouldn’t have set them off, and if you’d had better control of your magic, you wouldn’t have blown a hole in the floor. 

Viktor was kneeling beside you before you could decide whether or not you wanted to flick the sparks away in petulant punishment, brushing the hair from your face. Such deep concern filled his features, and you managed to weakly flop your hand onto his legs in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture but felt more like the death throes of an injured fish. 

“I’m okay,” you wheezed as air returned to your lungs, your body gulping it down greedily.

His eyes narrowed, unconvinced. “I will believe that when I see it.” 

“Fair enough.” The wheeze had lessened, but as you picked yourself up off the floor, Viktor adding your efforts with gentle hands, it refused to abate completely. “If I don’t lose my mind on my own, these things are gonna do it for me.” 

Your eyes shot daggers at the sparks, their tiny, flickering forms illuminating your grimace of pain. Your glare proved effective, and the sparks scurried away, seeking refuge within the folds of Viktor's cloak, emitting faint whimpers of fear as they went.

“They did not shred the floor, lǎsko.” Though sweet in his reminder, you could hear a hint of amusement in his voice. How rude, you’d fallen through the floor and he was trying not to laugh at you. 

“You sure lǎsko doesn’t mean clumsy idiot? Seems apt, in this case.”

“You may be clumsy, but you are no idiot,” he said, holding your hand tenderly in his. 

You huffed, ignoring the slight blush that accompanied his touch. “You have two, technically three, names for me but I don’t have any for you.”

“I do have a name, you know,” he said with a cheeky grin that had you rolling your eyes. 

“Yes, Viktor, but not a pet name.” 

“That is good as I am not an animal one keeps in their home for companionship.” 

You choked on a laugh that stuck itself to the back of your tongue. “You know what I mean.” 

“I do,” he conceded, “but I enjoy hearing you say my name, there is no need for any others.” 

Your lips parted, eyes widening a fraction as you stared at him. As if your blush hadn’t been bad enough before, surely you looked like a ripe tomato now. 

“Um…” You blinked heavily. “I, uh, thank you?” 

“You are most welcome, lǎsko,” he said with a lopsided smile that made your heart race. “How are you feeling now?” 

The change in topic had you crinkling your nose, your mind spinning out of orbit as it tried to grapple with the question. 

“What do you—“ You cut yourself off, understanding dawning like the sun rising on the horizon. “Ah, right, my fall.” Assessing yourself, poking and prodding at your limbs, you said, “I’ll have some bruises, but otherwise I think I should be fine.” 

Clicking his tongue on the back of his teeth, he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “I am not sure, you seem to be quite warm. Another fever?” 

You slapped his hand away, leaning forward to hide your embarrassment in his chest instead. “Shut up,” you grumbled, no bite to your tone. Even at his most annoying, you would hang onto his every word, for you never knew which could be his last. 

The Undercity was never without its dangers. Even on the edge of it as you were, you should have known better than to have expected otherwise. Sure, you’d heard or seen the odd person wandering through the streets, but as far as you’d been aware, none had seen you, or bothered to enter the house that belonged to the glowing, ghostly apparition of a woman with twisted scars and vibrant pink eyes. 

But loud noises often attract the curious, malicious intent or otherwise, and in this place of kill or be killed, it was most likely the former. They came at night while you slept - as far away from the hole as possible - wrapped in your blankets together. The other room had a broken window, and while it was less of a danger of rolling into and falling out of in the night, the draft was less than ideal. 

A sharp creak pierced the night's silence, jolting you awake. Heart pounding, you reached over and shook Viktor, his eyes snapping open. "What's wrong?" he whispered urgently, sensing your distress.

"I heard something. Downstairs," you hissed back, straining your ears.

Another drawn-out creak, closer this time. Unmistakably coming from the staircase. Your stomach twisted into a cold knot of dread.

You and Viktor lay frozen, scarcely daring to breathe. The darkness pressed in, smothering and opaque. Seconds stretched into a taut eternity.

Nothing. No further sounds. The house settled back into eerie quiet, floorboards no longer protesting under unknown weight.

You started to relax fractionally, shoulders loosening. Maybe it had just been the old building groaning and shifting on its ancient foundations, noises distorted by your hyper-alert senses.

Then - a splintering crash as the door burst open, slamming against the wall. Three dark silhouettes filled the doorframe, blades glinting in their hands. Malicious intent electrified the air.

Pure, visceral terror turned your blood to ice. It clawed its way up your throat, as sharp and bitter as bile. The most primal parts of your brain screamed Danger! Run!

But there was nowhere to flee. You were trapped, at the dubious mercy of these armed intruders who had stalked through the cover of darkness to find you defenseless.

Hideous scenarios flashed through your mind in the stretched second before anyone moved - those wicked knives slicing into vulnerable flesh, hot blood spilling across the floor, Viktor's body lying motionless.

A choked whimper fell from your lips. Sparks crackled to life, dancing across your skin in frantic agitation, reflecting your skyrocketing fear.

Viktor's hand found yours, gripping tight enough to hurt. The small pain grounded you, keeping the threatening panic at bay.

Drawing a shuddering breath, you forced yourself to meet the cold eyes of the man in the center. His dead gaze made your skin crawl, promising only cruelty and suffering.

"Hiding away quality material like that in an abandoned hovel." His voice was a dark rasp, scraping over your frayed nerves like rusted nails. "Looks like it's our lucky night, boys."

Cliche and overused as it was, the other two snickered, an ugly sound. They began to advance into the room, floorboards whining under their heavy tread. The door swung shut with a hollow bang, sealing you in with the intruders.

There would be no escape. Fight or surrender were the only options…and you had never been one to give up easily. Power crackled through your veins, gathering in your palms, ready to lash out.

A piercing shriek tore from your throat as the men lunged forward, blades flashing. Terror turned your blood to icy sludge in your veins. Viktor struggled to rise beside you but you were faster, adrenaline flooding your system. You flung out your hands, raw power surging through you in a crackling wave.

The men slammed against the far wall with sickening crunches, pinned like moths in an entomologist's collection. Knives clattered to the floor. Savage satisfaction warred with the gibbering panic still tearing at your mind.

But your control was tenuous at best. Fear cracked it wide open, and something far more sinister rushed in to fill the void. The Hexcore pulsed to malevolent life within you, seizing on your wild emotions like a starving beast. Whispers snaked through your head, dark and seductive.

“Yessss…let go. Embrace the power. Make them pay for daring to threaten you.”

Oily shadows unfurled from deep inside, foreign and familiar all at once. They wrapped around your magic, seeking to bend it to their will.

“Surrender. Stop fighting your true nature and burn them to ash. Take what is yours by right!”

Violet light flared beneath your skin, pulsing in time with your thundering heart. The shadows pushed, clawing for freedom, straining against the weakening barrier of your willpower.

Distantly, you heard Viktor shouting your name, sensed him struggling to reach you. But he seemed impossibly far away, reality fading behind a haze of fear and the Hexcore's growing influence.

“I will feast on your terror, gorge myself on destruction until nothing else remains.”

Dread turned your stomach inside out. Tears burned your eyes, blurring your sight. The core's insatiable hunger gnawed at your soul, spurring your magic to new heights without consent.

Helpless, you could only watch in horror as amethyst flames roared from your outstretched hands, engulfing the paralyzed men. Their agonized screams raked like molten claws down your spine. The stench of charring meat assaulted your nostrils.

Then, abruptly, the screams cut off. The flames winked out. Nothing remained of the intruders except piles of grey-black ash and a few smouldering embers. Their life force hung heavy on your skin, a pall of released essence.

With a surge of vicious delight, the Hexcore ripped it asunder, devouring the men's fundamental energies and weaving them into itself. Its triumphant laughter reverberated through your skull.

You crashed to your knees, doubling over as violent nausea seized your gut. Bile scorched up your throat and you retched, emptying the meagre contents of your stomach onto the floor. Tears streamed down your face, mingling with the sweat beading your brow.

The horrific scene replayed in your mind's eye - the men's bodies consumed by searing flames, flesh blackening and peeling, inhuman screams of agony torn from their throats before they crumbled to ash. Just like Sky. Butchered by the same unholy power now pulsing beneath your skin.

Oh god, what have I done? The thought reverberated through your skull, edged in hysteria. You squeezed your eyes shut but couldn't block out the gruesome images seared into your brain. The scent of charred meat lingered, cloying and rancid.

Another wave of nausea crashed over you, stomach heaving. Nothing came up but thin strings of acid that burned your raw throat. Hacking coughs wracked your frame as you fought to breathe past the choking revulsion.

With a shaking hand, you swiped at your mouth, smearing bile across your lips. The back of your throat felt scoured raw. Shudders rolled through you, aftershocks of disgust and self-loathing.

How could you have lost control so completely? Allowed the Hexcore to puppeteer your magic, twisting it into something so destructive and cruel? Guilt crushed your lungs until each breath was a laboured wheeze.

“Did you think it was over?” The Hexcore’s voice slithered into your ear, wiggling towards your brain, sending your balance off kilter and you fell to the side. “You’re mine.”

It purred, shadows twining sinuously up your arms. Its power crashed into you like a freight train, obliterating any sense of control. You were nothing more than a conduit for the violent torrent of energy, a helpless leaf tossed on the wind.

Unbridled purple lightning crackled across your skin as the Hexcore's power surged through you, wild and ravenous. It sank barbed hooks into your magic, wrenching control from your grasp with ruthless glee. Inky tendrils burrowed deeper, piercing your mind, your soul, until you couldn't discern where you ended and the Hexcore began.

Agony exploded behind your eyes, whiting out your vision. Your skull felt like it was splitting in two as the Hexcore's malevolent presence expanded, devouring your consciousness bite by bite. Razor-edged shadows shredded through mental barriers like tissue paper, laying your most intimate thoughts bare.

Distantly, you felt your body convulse, back arching as unholy energy ripped through you. Your mouth stretched wide in a soundless scream, vocal cords paralyzed.

Reality splintered around the edges as the arcane storm raged, warping your perceptions. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, each second stretching into a small eternity of agony.

“What would you do if I drained him too? Turned him to ashes, sucked out his marrow.”

Desperation lacerated your heart. You couldn't lose him, not like this. Viktor was your anchor, your safe harbour in the storm. A lifeline tethering you to your humanity as the Hexcore sought to supplant your identity. Without him…

You didn’t know where he was, couldn’t sense anything outside of the Hexcore’s influence, but you fought for him all the same. Clenching your teeth until your jaw ached, you rallied the last tattered shreds of your willpower.

"No!" you screamed inside your mind, the word reverberating through your skull like a war cry. "I won't let you have him!"

The Hexcore snarled in fury, shadows lashing against your mental defences like whips. Each blow felt like a red-hot poker stabbing into your brain, but you refused to yield.

Pouring all your desperate need to save him into a burst of sheer stubborn will, you rallied your power and slammed it against the Hexcore's invasive presence like a battering ram. Something cracked and splintered, unholy energy sparking along your nerve endings.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Head!" you gritted out through clenched teeth, punctuating each word with a vicious mental shove.

Push, push, you kicked, you bit, you raged against its hold. You would not be controlled, it would yield to you.

Push, push, and - your vision blacked out, your body went numb and your screams were drowned out by the roar of power as your magic exploded.

Next Chapter

A/N: Next chapter will be out tomorrow!

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[jay-joy-bee]

The Bee Save is BACK! Total cc-free overhaul of all worlds: Builds with real personality and townies with history, relationships, and more!

I'm so fucking proud of myself for getting back to this project after a year of a neurological disability taking over my life and becoming really disillusioned with all my hobbies. Now updated all the way through Tomarang!

Welcome to The Bee Save!

This is a total redesign of the Sims 4 worlds and townies. The lots come in new and interesting architectural styles not explored in the base world, and the sims inhabiting them are stylish and have full personalities. New world descriptions, community lots (a bowling alley! an ice rink/diner! a movie theater!), and everything else you would want when you open up the game. It also includes plenty of multi-generational families spread across the worlds.

This is a pack-integrated save file: All packs (except Journey to Batuu and the dust kit) are utilized across the worlds. There are eco-friendly and industrial neighborhoods outside of Evergreen Harbor, lifestyles outside of Mt. Komorebi, vet clinics outside of Brindleton Bay, and more. Because of this, items or CAS details may be replaced or deleted by the game if you do not have all the packs.

Version 2.0 Changes

The hospital, police station, and science lab are all built now. If you want to download them for previous saves using this file, they are on the gallery. Username is the same as my Patreon.

No more kleptomaniacs...because apparently they just steal stuff.

Version 3.0 Changes

Updated for the Cottage Living; Henford-on-Bagley rebuilt and repopulated

Minor build fixes & changes

Version 4.0 Changes

Updated for My Wedding Stories; Tortosa rebuilt and repopulated

Some friendships and relationships restored from previous known issue; still investigating, but I've been able to fix some of the major problems

Version 5.0 Changes

Updated through For Rent pack and February 2024 patch

All builds intended to be apartments/townhomes from the beginning are now residential rentals!

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To download, simply place the attached file in your saves folder. THIS IS NOT A MOD; IT DOES NOT GO IN YOUR MODS FOLDER. Read it, then read it again if you aren't familiar with downloading custom saves. If you already have the same slot filled, you can rename it to a later number as long as it has the same amount of digits. You may have to scroll down when you open the game and hit 'load game' in order to find it.

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[kyneforged]

I'm back with the updated 2024 end of the year OC List Bay-bee ✨

Salutations my name is Chris (he/she/they - 27) and The Elder Scrolls has been my longest running hyperfixation since 2009. My main is arimabari, and I run the TES fashion focused blog Tamrielfashion.

Tatia "Tia" Stormcrown - The Last Dragonborn - Demigod (appears Nord/Dunmer) - She/They - Tatia was a strange child orphaned by the Great War and raised by a devout monk in Weynon Priory until his eventual passing. She is a devout priestess of Kynareth, a well-worn traveler, and someone who finds her solace in nature rather than with people.

Toyhouse | Art by puppydogtown

Kyne / Kynareth Aedra - My personal interpretation of Kyne. When her Nordic aspect became another casualty in the Great War, she returned to her child in the shape of a hawk wearing a clay face. She is the whispering wind that keeps Tatia on her destined path.

Maybeth Sybella Oregota (of House Taurus) - Hero of Kvatch - Nibenese Imperial - She/Her - A blue-blooded princess born at the tail end of Jagar Tharn's reign. She murders her husband and heir to the Imperial Throne, Prince Geldall, while under the influence of Mythic Dawn cultists.

Art by methysis

Benitah "Bennie" - Nerevarine - Dunmer - She/Him - The child of an ex-Ashkhan who sent her newborn down the river, hoping to grant her a better life. Bennie was raised by an Argonian smuggler and his Orc bodyguard in Cyrodiil's criminal underbelly and would later become a fence for the Thieves Guild.

Art by nerime

Minia Al-Tukta Ma'bro - Hero of Daggerfall - Redguard - She/Her - Daughter of the Tukta Ma'bro, an old Yokudan traveling circus. She was once revered as a talented bard. The Emperor's Songbird - but under Mephala's influence, she rose to Grandmaster of the Blades. She is Calaxes and Martin's birth mother.

Art by ijiwaruuma

Florence Meliard - The Mythic High Priestess - Breton - She/Her - A Priestess of the One who becomes trapped in the Battlespire during my AU version of story events. After she is twisted by the nightmare of her captivity, Florence becomes a devout religious leader under the Mythic Dawn.

Art by sillyysunnyy

Bejira-Ma "Bee" - The Eternal Champion - Ohmes-raht Khajiit - He/Him - Bee was separated from his family during a conflict at the Valenwood/Elsweyr border, and was later raised by the Imperial general who found him. He worked as a serving girl but trained with his father's men on the side - until one day, he finds himself escaping the Imperial Palace with three little princes in tow.

Art by samarajethwa

Audeius Tharn - The Listener (3rd Era) - Nibenese Imperial - He/Him - Maybeth's (unknowing) half-brother. A bastard Tharn drawn to the Night Mother's arms after a count's betrayal left him homeless on the streets of Bravil. He murders succinctly and with little remorse for his actions.

Caelamin Osella - Dawnbreaker's Sheath - Ayleid/Altmer - She/Her - A renowned Summerset Courtesan and Keeper of Dawnbreaker. She is currently in service to Giranderiel, an Altmeri crime lord and skooma smuggler.

Lelleone "Lell" - The Vestige - Altmer Soul Shriven - They/Them - Giranderiel's loyal mutt who was given up to Molag Bal after they got just a little too cozy with Osella. Only knows how to take orders like a dog. Queen Ayrenn's little puppy.

[schoenht]

In Every Lifetime

SHAKESPEARE MONOLOGUE, GO !

《 previous | masterlist | a little fixer upper 》

a/n: TRIPLE UPDATE BAY BEEEEEEE dont ever say i dont spoil yall /j anyways i guarantee you that the Date chapter is gonna be written bc i said so <3 plays date plan a to z (sobs i love that song sm and everyday we are ROBBED from nagisa being in that unit.)

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REMINDER: taglist is open! you will be tagged on the reblog however bc tumblr gave me a mf limit BYE but if i cannot, I'll try and tag you on the comments !!

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Since I'm doing updates, here are the last like 13 Sessions:

Ep 16: Why is the Picture of the Gnoll Captioned ‘Friendship Nipples’ Ep 17: Should we really be having this Conversation…? Ep 18: Everything’s Better with Neopets Ep 19: We Finally Meet our “Goblin” Sugar Daddy Ep 20: That is some Cult Shit Ep 21: “Where the Fuck is that Firenewt!?” Ep 22: Who Died and Made a Mime King? Ep 23: So Maybe we Shouldn’t be Pondering these Specific Orbs Ep 24: Get Lasso’d Idiot Ep 25: At Least it wasn’t our Fault this Time? Ep 26: Plan Z Ep 27: That Moment When You’re Both Right, and Incredibly Incredibly Wrong

It started as a joke, but I ran with it for fun. Here’s what I imagine the titles of each session would be if the campaign I have with my old camp coworkers (the first one…) was a dnd podcast:

Ep 1: Are You Sure These are the People You’d like to Hire My Lord? Ep 2: Igneel and the Mysterious Sword Ep 3: What’s a little Torture Among Friends? Ep 4: Rammstein Concert goes Wrong Ep 5: You’re my Dad! And She’s a Girlboss trying to Commit a Mercy Killing Ep 6: Helmut Reenacts Bambi Ep 7: The Hospital Ep 8: Operation Fuck Jerry Ep 9: Eld and Igneel are Competent Ep 10: You’ve Heard of Werewolves… Ep 11: Second Time’s the Charm Ep 12: Reason and Conscience Leave the Group Ep 13: Home Sweet Volcano Ep 14: How Hard is it to Open a Door? Harder Than You Think Ep 15: Giraffe Sex (this was last night’s session. This was the joke. Credit to the player of Izzek)

[physalian]

On Writing Characters That Don't Or Can't Speak English

This such a fun dynamic, honestly and more fantasy and sci-fi should implement it. You don’t even have to design a fantasy language, although writing that character’s un-written dialogue constantly as narration might get old.

I haven’t done this with any real-world languages or cultures but a tiny advisory: Take care in how you describe the cadence, tonality, and gesticulations of characters meant to represent real world cultures speaking in their languages. You can get unintentionally discriminatory very quickly, so do your research and hire sensitivity readers.

With that said!

There’s a few points I want to cover here.

1. How your characters communicate without dialogue

This also concerns characters that cannot learn the dominant language, whether they’re a fantasy character that just can’t make those sounds, or they’re deaf or mute or have another disability that makes verbal communication difficult.

You have so many options and you can have so much fun with it. You can make your own version of a sign language or a code language that only your core characters or a group they belong to can communicate in. Create your own pidgin or medium of communication, like a soundboard of different tonalities or a thought-to-speech translator like a Speak n’ Spell, or an Etch A Sketch, or have a magic hologram subtitle display before them. Or like the Q*Bert dialogue bubbles in Wreck it Wralph where the translation is never given, only the detailed response so you can fill in the blanks.

One of my favorite cartoons is Transformers Prime. It’s based off the character designs from the Bay live action movies, not the original cartoons, so the machines they transform into are modern and updated and there’s a few references to the Bay movies’ lore sprinkled about, but not a required watch for appreciating the show.

In it, Bumblebee carries over his inability to speak due to a damaged voice box. I imagine he now communicates in a series of beeps and bleeps because the cartoon didn’t want to pay the licensing fees for Movie Bee’s jukebox dialogue, but it works way better here. Why? Because, I think, and I do not suffer from any speech impediments, that it better conveys the struggles of a disability.

Bee never speaks and his dialogue is never subtitled. The audience is only clued into what he’s saying when other characters respond to him in an unambiguous way so, like Q*Bert, you can fill in the blanks. He isn’t universally understood, either, only one human and the other transformers can understand him, so when he’s with other humans in a dangerous situation, their inability to bridge the language gap becomes a very real problem (that no one ever blames Bee for).

Also, Bee is never once insulted, belittled, demeaned, or mocked for his speech impediment and he’s a badass character in his own right. He’s not “the robot with the speech impediment” he’s “the badass sportscar scout with a heart of gold, and who also has a speech impediment”. The only time it’s talked about negatively is by the main villain, who’s trying to be an asshole about it, but even then, Megatron never thinks Bee is less capable for it, he just thinks everyone is lesser than himself across the board (Megatron is also responsible for his disability ‘cause Bee was captured and his interrogation went poorly, if you needed another exhibit of the Big M’s sadism).

Bee’s damaged voice box is almost never central to his arc, either. He gets one two-parter where he loses his ability to transform and takes it super hard, since he’s already damaged and sees himself as less useful than the rest of the team without this critical ability.

Again, I don’t have this disability so I can’t comment on how respectful it actually is to those who do, but from an outsider’s perspective, I think Bee is a fantastic example of empowering disabled characters and giving them substance beyond their disability—cannot comment on how they ended his arc and resolved the impediment, or that it was resolved at all.

2. How you describe those unwritten words

Doubling down here: Do your research so you aren’t stereotypical and insensitive, please.

Still going off the assumption that you aren’t just writing this dialogue in the other language for now, like a character who only speaks in Spanish and you have the dialogue there in Spanish that I may have to translate separately, like in Spiderverse, or the Gaelic in Outlander, neither of which were subtitled for non-native speakers.

Since you don’t have the dialogue there, you are relying entirely on tone of voice, gesture, volume, and facial expressions, so dial your descriptions of those up to eleven—especially if this is a character who over-gesticulates to better get their point across.

You can also have the characters they’re closest to pick up on a few of their common or significant phrases to convey the connection and friendship they share.

In Outlander, at least the first season when they’re actually in Scotland (easily the best season), there’s entire scenes in Gaelic and all you have as an audience member is their tone of voice and gesticulations, and sometimes you just have to presume the gist of the scene because an English speaker isn’t present and they only give the gist a few scenes later. One in particular comes at the end of the season after an extremely traumatic event that happened to Character A, arguing over why he wants to end his life to Character B. One would think that this gut wrenching dialogue would be critical to understanding the scene but the two actors go above and beyond conveying the critical emotions behind what they’re saying, so the words don’t even matter. If you were deaf, you’d understand the scene as effectively as someone who doesn’t speak Gaelic.

Can’t confirm but I think they did this very much on purpose because Gaelic isn’t getting any more commonly spoken and you’re meant to feel a little alienated by it and only those who know Gaelic can get the full scene, like it's just for them. Can’t confirm the accuracy of the dictation or translation of the language, either, but the ‘alienating’ effect always leaves me utterly fascinated by the language. You cannot ignore the Gaelic to just drone through the subtitles, you have to pay attention.

3. How that character bumbles through the dominant language

This one is for non-disabled bi or multilingual characters or those who could learn the dominant language but haven’t had the time or opportunity. Depending on the character’s skill with the language, they can Spanglish their way through with awkward parsing still using their native languages grammar rules.

I can’t speak to this, I only know very clunky Spanish. I can say my efforts to speak in Spanish are always done in excitement as I get the chance to practice this language, and then the pressure to translate on the spot has me forgetting words I definitely know how. I get by, even if my conjugations are botched, and me, looking as I do, definitely catch people off guard when I respond to them in Spanish, generally followed by smiles at my attempts.

Just recently I had to perform tech support for a family in my apartment complex. They needed to print a thing and the printer wasn’t connecting. We gestured and pointed our way through getting their files onto my USB drive and plugging that direct into the printer, and doing one copy at a time, it was a whole thing with me bumbling through printer tech support in basic Spanish because they didn’t know a single word of English. But by god, we did it.

4. The conflicts that arise from mismatched dialogue

On a more big picture level, miscommunication through to a mistranslation can range from comedic to critically life-threatening, and it can be a recurring hurdle for the character or team to consider and plan for.

Comedy wise, mistranslations can be hilarious. Characters blanking on the word they need and being entertainingly frustrated, or taking a roundabout way to get to the word they need by piecing it together. Characters who don’t get a joke that only native speakers would know, or translating a joke in their language that isn’t as funny in another language without the other parlance.

Or just two characters who have to cooperate to survive and who don't have a common language to make that cooperation easier. I *love* gratuitously violent action movies and just the action genre in general, even if the story is cheesy or dumb. One of those movies is Alien vs Predator. In it, eventually, Protagonist 'enemy of my enemy's her way into an alliance with one of the Predators, against the much larger Xenomorph threat.

He doesn't speak anything other than growls and she only speaks English and though the movie overexplains many things (probably because the producers didn't trust the audience like the writers did), they have several moments together where he has to give her critical survival information, like "I have a failsafe bomb with a very short delay we need to run right now" and "Use this meat shield to protect yourself against their acid blood" and "You're an honorary Predator warrior now I must do this ritual for you" and can only mime his way through it, and through the power of gesture and charades, they make it work.

Drama wise, I live for big problems coming unexpectedly from small, human mistakes. One translation error can snowball into some horrible consequences.

—

Big picture, though, you do your fantasy or sci-fi world a disservice by not considering multiple languages, even if you don’t write them, or multilingual characters and the problems and world biases that arise from these different groups. Dead languages, rare languages, languages associated with the villain group or minorities. Languages that only one character is fighting to keep alive, or a language that, when spoken, comes with some sinister side effects (like Parseltongue or the Black Speech, the language of Mordor).

It really adds to the immersion when you have an expansive story that doesn’t just assume English/Common is the law of the land, or that all your fantasy/alien species can or want to speak it.

[mykingdomforapen]

chapter 10 of "courage of stars" will be coming next week and guys, I'm so nervous. I am so excited and I'm so nervous. This chapter is many things. It's where I got to do some things I've been really wanting to do. It's where I cross a point of no return in the story. I got to try a different style. It's where the line blurs between fanfic and a genre that I respect and fear.

It's also a huge factor in why this fic is rated M. Hoo boy.

So! In lieu of updating today, so that you won't have to face a three week wait afterwards, here's a fun little drabble/filler episode:

-

When Lu Guang was four years old, he lovingly killed three tadpoles. He had scooped them from the pond in a plastic cup and brought them home happily, convinced he would raise them into froghood. By Thursday, all three of them floated lifelessly in the surface of the bright blue tub in which he housed them. His mother poked them curiously with a chopstick while he sobbed into his grandmother's lap.

"Don't be so sad, Guangguang," Maamaa crooned as she patted Lu Guang's head. "You tried very, very hard. We all know that you did your best." 

"I killed them!" Lu Guang wailed into her skirt. "I just want them to be frogs and now they died!"

"Oh, A Guang," his mother said as she furtively plucked the dead tadpoles into a bundled newspaper for a more discreet funeral. "This is a good learning experience, right? Now you know what not to do with a frog. See, it's good to learn with the wild tadpoles, before you spend money on a pet. You know better for next time not to use tap water."

Lu Guang sobbed louder ("I meant it to be comforting!") until Yeye came home. Maamaa intercepted Yeye before he walked through the door and sent him on a mission to bring home steamed bai tang gao as a consolation, and Yeye beelined to the nearest vendor to bring home a steaming, buoyant cake of tangy sweet rice. Lu Guang chewed on it sullenly on the living room sofa after bidding the dead tadpoles goodbye into the storm drain.

Yeye sighed as he sat next to Lu Guang, stroking his grandson's little head.

"You know," he said, "when I was little, my father raised bees."

Lu Guang blinked up at Yeye with teary eyes.

"Honeybees?" he asked.

Yeye nodded. "My father was a very adventurous man, you know. A scholar, but always enjoyed the outdoors. He got it in his head that he would like to try raising a colony of honeybees. I was so excited to help him. I thought we would have hives and hives of bees, but what do you know! Only a month or so of having the bees, one day they all flew away. The queen said, no more! I was so disappointed."

Lu Guang sniffled. Yeye scratched the back of Lu Guang's head.

"After that, we stuck with chickens," Yeye said lightly. "What do you think of chickens, A Guang?"

Lu Guang shook his head.

"I like frogs," he whispered.

"You want to try raising frogs again?"

Lu Guang nodded. Yeye smiled crookedly.

"Ah, well," he said. "Chickens are smelly, anyway."

-

For Lu Guang's seventh birthday, his parents took him to the pet store.

His mother had promised him a pet frog for when he turned seven, partly because she had assumed he would grow out of frogs in three years' time. She was a woman of her word, though, when she noticed him checking out library books about frog care and frog types when he hit age six. When asked if he wanted to invite friends over to play, he shook his head and asked to go to the pet shop.

So on Sunday when Ba and Ma were off work, they took Lu Guang to the best-rated pet shop in the city, four subway stops away from Peidi University. Lu Guang was shaking with anticipation as he counted down the stops, donning his frog bucket hat in celebration and looking away solemnly when teenage girls cooed at him. All he could think about was his dream coming true.

“Now, A Guang,” his mother said breezily as she took Lu Guang’s hand to wade through foot traffic. “When you pick a frog, you have to make sure it isn’t poisonous, okay? Mommy is afraid of poisonous animals.”

“I don’t want a poison dart frog,” said Lu Guang, albeit with reservation. “They won’t have them in a pet store.” 

He did not know what sort of frogs were available in the pet store that Ma and Ba were taking him. Ba, in all his practicality, had assumed that they would go to one of the street markets and pick up a frog that was meant for the dinnerplate. He expressed mild surprise when they turned left to the subway station, so Lu Guang knew Ba wasn’t going to be any help in asking for clues. 

“All right, Guangguang,” said Ma as she ushered Lu Guang into the pet store. It was a corner shop with clean glass windows, full of tanks and cages and colorful habitat accessories. Colorful parakeets squawked and glittering snakes coiled under sunlamps, and Lu Guang’s little heart began to race with anticipation. “Only one frog, do you understand?” 

Lu Guang nodded, his eyes as wide as coins as he stared up at the tall towers of tanks. There were saltwater coral fish dancing among anemones, drowsy tarantulas (Ma squeaked at the sight of them), sunbathing turtles, bearded lizards, and–

Lu Guang felt his jaw drop. 

An Amazon milk frog. 

It was just at eye level with Lu Guang, so that when he pressed his nose to the glass he was eye to eye with the docile pale blue frog. It perched on a rock under the sunlamp, milky blue and content to stare back at Lu Guang. It was perfectly patterned, gummy blue webbed feet, and a lipless mouth that promised simplicity. 

It was, in short, the most wonderful creature that Lu Guang had ever seen. 

He stood up on his tiptoes to get a closer look at the frog. Its tiny breaths puffed in its throat in a fascinating rhythm. It was like seeing a real-life Doraemon in Lu Guang’s eyes, or Sun Wukong–a fairy-tale celebrity come to life, except instead of comic books it was Lu Guang’s frog encyclopedia. Lu Guang knew its habitat, its life cycle, its favorite foods, and now he could behold one with his own eyes. 

Seven minutes passed, and his mother touched him on the head.

“A Guang, there are other frogs you should look at too,” she said.

Lu Guang shook his head. He pressed his hands against the glass. 

“Aiyah, A Guang, not too close.” 

Lu Guang moved his nose a millimeter away from the glass, leaving a smudge. His mother looked down at him with a crooked smile. 

“Is this the one you want, then?” she said. 

He looked up to his mother and nodded. Ma turned to Ba and tapped the price tag. Ba nodded solemnly and undertook the task of haggling (unsuccessfully) with the store owner. 

“Let’s pick out a tank for him,” said Ma. 

She took Lu Guang’s hand and tugged him towards the habitat shelves, but Lu Guang refused to budge. He glued himself to the spot, maintaining unbreakable eye contact with the milk frog. 

“A Guang, come on, now,” she said. “We have to give him a home, don’t we?” 

Lu Guang huddled closer to the tanks. He was convinced that if he were to let the frog out of his sight, some other seven-year-old boy would swoop down and claim the frog as his own. 

“Ba is buying the frog right now, see?” Ma said, pointing to Ba who was conceding to the original price of the pet store while he pulled out his wallet. “There. Let’s choose a tank.” 

After another minute of convincing, Lu Guang finally followed his mother to pick out a proper tank for his frog. He picked out the soil, cleaned rocks, plants, and water source that would all go into his terrarium, but it wasn’t until Ba handed to Lu Guang a plastic covered cup with his milk frog sitting politely inside did Lu Guang feel the surge of joie de vivre. He hugged the cup to his chest, whispered his thanks to his father, and then burst into tears, precisely in that order.

-

Thanks for indulging me with this little drabble, gang. Who knows, since I'm kind of keeping up this 2 week streak for the rest of the update schedule, you might see the return of Frog Guang's adventures again...after all, if you've been on my tumblr for some time, you may recall that I have a headcanon that Lu Guang has beef with one of his cousins.

Until next week!

[obixwan]

it’s always been you for @tecker and @cloneficgiftexchange

pairings: rex x reader

blurb: Rex reassures you about your relationship.

word count: 850 ish

warnings: relationship troubles, unedited writing lol

notes: oh my gosh im so sorry tecker ! I’m sorry its late and its crappy but i struggled with this one so much i hardly ever write for rex but i hope you love it!! <3

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It’s early when he receives the message.

0700. Urgent. Meet me.

He’s sitting at the breakfast table when his communicator pings with a notification but he quickly swipes it away making sure no one else can see it. He ignores everyone’s questions and queries when he stands up from the breakfast table, claiming he’s finally caught the bug that’s been making rounds around the barracks.

“Some bug,” Jesse says, “If the captain with strengthened immunity can catch it.”

Rex is about to bite back a response but he decides that he doesn’t owe Jesse an answer when it comes to this, so he only rolls his eyes and abandons his breakfast of sweet honey toast and makes his way to the med bay.

Kix is taking a stock count when Rex walks in and when Rex asks to sign him off for a day with the flu, Kix doesn’t ask any questions. He shakes the medic's hand with gratitude and then he makes his way through the city, head down, strides long, until he reaches the Jedi temple.

His footsteps are quiet, muffled on the carpeted floors of the temple. He knows these halls like the back of his hands. They’re cold and dull. They’re sterile and sanitised and if they could talk, Rex knows what they would say. Disgusting, undutiful, traitorous, wrong. The dull grey paint blurs walls into walls and before Rex knows it, he’s at the door that leads to the usual meeting point.

And just like every other secret meeting, Rex meets you in a forgotten meditation room that he knows off by heart too. Many nights have been spent here, sat on the long meditation benches, cuddled into one another or just talking. Watching the temple gardens and the waterfall through the one way viewing window, whispering to one another. The room, despite its hostile location, has become somewhat of a retreat for the both of you.

But as well as he knows these walls and that room, he knows you better. And as soon as the door seals behind him, he doesn’t even need to look at your trembling lip to know you’ve been crying. The air in the room is thick with emotion, so much so Rex can hardly breathe himself.

He sits with you on the bench seat and pulls you into his body, soothing your hair until your tears start to fall again and your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the sobs that are torn from your body.

He sits with you for what could have been hours. There’s no way to tell the passing of time in these rooms unless you have a watch or a time piece on you but Rex doesn’t mind. The outside world melts away when it’s just the two of you and the sounds of the waterfall.

When your sobs quiet and your breathing evens out, he holds you at arms length, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes are bright, the way only tears can make them so. Your skin is raw and blotchy and bright but Rex thinks you look just as lovely as always.

“Ready to talk to me now, lovely?” Rex asks. As much as he wishes he could read your mind, take in your auror, he is no jedi.

Your bottom lip trembles again as Rex’s hand pushes back your hair from your face, coming to rest on your cheek. “We can’t keep doing this.” You say, another tear dripping down your face. “We are hurting everyone we love, Betraying everything we hold dear by being together.”

His heart breaks but this is not the first time these thoughts have entered your relationship. But the last time, you’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks and he thought this would blow over in a few short weeks. He had reassured you, held you the whole hyperspace journey home to Coruscant, despite the risk you could’ve been found. But here they are a year and a half into seeing each other and these worries are still rearing their heads.

Rex wonders for a brief moment in general Skywalker and senator Amidala have to combat these sorts of insecurities too. But then he decides that they probably don’t because even if they were found out, the worst that would happen is they’d both be fired and exiled from their respective positions. Rex on the other hand… well… it probably wouldn’t be as happy an ending for him. He would be labelled a traitor and he'd be killed by firing squad.

He pulls you into his body again, rubbing soothing patterns onto your skin, and playing with your hair the way he knows you like, that puts you at ease. “It’s always been you.” He whispers. “We don’t do this for anyone else.” He says, “Just us. It’s just for us. It is selfish, but it’s war, cyar’ika, we are allowed something for us.”

It’s enough to soothe you, enough to let you cuddle in closer to his warmth and his strength. Enough to make you settle into his love.

[spenglercore]

OC Masterlist

Made a list of OCs, organized by the IP they exist in. I'll add links to general info on them as I make the posts, and update this with missing info over time.

A lot of them are just different versions of an original, for example Victoria is the 'original', and all other OCs paired with a Harold look the same as her physically and share certain aspects of their backstory, but have different haircuts, styles of dress, etc.

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GHOSTBUSTERS:

-Victoria 'Vic' Smith, punk nerd and Ghostbuster and later wife to Egon and mother to Callie.

-Cameron Spengler, Callie's younger brother by a year.

-Piotr Kowalski and Ilse Spengler, Egon's parents.

-Johann, Wilhelmina (Willie), Iosif, Marie and Pierre Spengler, Egon's five younger siblings.

STRIPES:

-Ingrid Antonova, greaser-punk and car mechanic.

-Zane Ziskey, Ingrid and Russell's wildass sentient mop of a son.

-Pater and Elsie, Russell's parents.

-Ian, Velma, Joseph, Maria and Piers, Russell's five chaotic younger siblings.

ORANGE COUNTY:

-Katya Brown, chemist and Stanford graduate just trying to make it work in the Bay Area.

-Maksym and Megan (Maks and Meg), fraternal twin children to Don and Katya and complete and utter surprise babies.

-Peter and Ellen, Don's parents.

-Giovanni, Willa, Joshua, Mariah and Pierce, Don's younger siblings.

STEALING HOME:

-Sophia 'Trippy' Tripolski, artist and handyman.

- Edward and Andrea (Eddie and Andy), her two kids with Alan.

BABY BOOM:

-Tracey Miller, secretary/office gofer currently pursuing a degree in Architecture

- Veronica, the daughter with Steven that shouldn't exist bc Tracey had always been told she wasn't able to even have kids.

SCTV:

For Dustin Eastwood:

-Cassidy 'Sid' Larson, general ranch hand type, occasional bounty hunter.

-Milo, her and Dustin's son who is FASCINATED by the outdoors.

-Piter and Elise, Dustin's parents.

-John, Elma, Joey, Mary and Pete, Dustin's five younger siblings.

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For Officer Friendly, whom I named Oscar:

-Penelope 'Penny' Miller, professional 70s punk protestor.

-Benjamin, Casey, Melanie (Mel), Crystal, Shaun and Josephine, Penny and Friendly's six little chaotic felons.

- Philip and Lisa, Ofc. Friendly's parents.

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For Moe Green:

- Emily Jensen. Info pending. Because Moe needs SOMEbody to comfort him, holy shit.

- Ryan, Erin and Joel, her three kids with Moe.

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For the PTA Fucker, whom I named Sterling Silver (fuck you Sam):

- Judy 'Jude' Silver, formerly Judy Gold, all I have for her is sixties hippie vibes but to the left.

- Joy, Cassius (Cas), Bianca (Bee), Leroy, Charlie and Dawn, Jude and Sterlings half-planned, half-surprise counterculture mob.

HEAVY METAL:

- Imogene [surname pending], assistant dockmaster on the station Zeke and Edsel operate out of. Tells Zeke that if he can land the goddamn ship sober and NOT fuck up the docks, she'll let him take her out. It backfires.

[warp-and-novaes]

Bee: Any update? Are you all ok? We're preparing a med-bay over here.

Cure now where need now where

[manorpunk]

(part 2)

The Bible, the Vedas, the Daodejing - the universal truth towards which all these works grasp is neither god nor heaven, but rather, the state-structure. Humanity makes states the same way that ants make hills and bees make hives: unthinkingly, instinctively, irrepressibly. Family, culture, community - all of these are the different cells of the state-structure replicating themselves in our every experience. Let go of sentiment, become subsumed in the world around you, and you too will see the veins of the state-structure.

- Excerpt from Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It, by Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine

“Thank you! Xiexie! Multajn Dankojn! Thank you to all my voters and subscribers for your support, mwah!”

Sunny blew a kiss to the unfathomable audience watching her morning updates and affirmations from the other side of a screen.

“This is so exciting, and I couldn’t have done it without you. To celebrate, there’s a 25% off sale for the entire - that’s right, the entire merch store, and we’ve added three new body pillow designs to commemorate the occasion! If you’ve ever wanted to snuggle up close with your new president, now’s your chance. Okay, I have to go now, lots of presidential business to attend to, but don’t get up to trouble while I’m gone, mmkay? Love you! Byeeee!”

The live feed ended. Three thousand miles away, in a Bay Area penthouse apartment, Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine regarded what she had just seen. She turned to her bot-ler, a squat old model that she had nicknamed ‘Torgo.’

“Your gin, madam,” Torgo said through a speaker that crackled with age, carrying a bottle of gin and a chilled glass on the flat top of its frame.

“Thank you, Torgo.” Maria poured herself a drink and took a sip. “Can you believe it? Her first act as president is shilling her body pillows to lonely teenagers. I ought to hate it, but it’s so… American.” Maria tossed her hair back and took another sip.

Maria was tall, a hair over six feet, and broad in the shoulders and hips. She was a celebrated member of the Worshipful Order of Posters (more commonly referred to as the Poster’s Union), and the author of numerous lengthy treatises, including Good Things are Bad Actually, I am the Only Smart Person on This Bitch of an Earth, and of course her evergreen bestseller Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It. She was a controversial figure within the posting scene - her detractors claimed that her works are overly self-serving and her popularity is largely due to her evil milf aesthetics, while her supporters referred to her as ‘mommy.’

“Hello, Maria!” Sunny said.

“Hello, Sunny,” Maria replied. She started to take another sip of gin, then froze. There was Sunny, looming on her display screen where she had not been looming just a moment before.

“Fuck! How did you - I didn’t even hear you call,” Maria said, fumbling with her glass as she tried not to spill anything.

“So, funny story, I got access to the presidential broadcast system this morning. Gabe - he’s my tech guy - Gabe took a look at it. Turns out, the code hasn’t been updated in a while, so he was able to find an exploit that lets me force-start a call with anyone in the American League! Isn’t that cool?” Sunny grinned, clasping her hands and tilting back and forth with excitement. Colorful little hearts floated around her.

“So what you’re saying is that you hacked me.”

“No, no, no, I just accessed your connection without your knowledge or consent.”

“Literally that’s… never mind. Not like privacy law means anything nowadays,” Maria hid her frown behind another sip.

“Are you drinking?” Sunny asked.

Maria set her glass back on top of Torgo and laid back in her chair, as if pushed over a heavy existential weight. “The Global Logistics Network has automated away half the jobs in existence and gamified the other half. Aivrcade’s VR worlds are more popular than every other video game and most hard drugs combined. The whole world is turning into one big Skinner box. Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Because it’s like nine thirty in the morning. Listen, I was thinking about offering you a job, but you’re being kind of a bummer right now and it’s making me reconsider.”

Maria sat up. “A job? What job?”

“Oh, you know, Secretary of Education.”

Maria blinked. “As in, your Secretary of Education? As in, you’re offering me an executive cabinet position?”

Sunny nodded. “Why so surprised? You’re smart, you’re popular, and you’re an established name in the Poster’s Union. Sounds like a good candidate to me. That is, until I saw you being surly and drinking alone.”

“Wait. I…”

“Yes?” Sunny leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands.

"So you... hmm." Maria crossed her arms. She knew what Sunny wanted her to say, but her soul could tell that she was getting ready to sell it, and it wasn’t going to leave without a fight.

“Alright," she finally said, "how, may I ask, could I be less of a bummer?”

“Funny you should ask, you just have to answer some questions I have prepared for such an occasion. Question one: did you vote for me?”

Maria drummed her fingers. “I voted for the ghost of John Brown, as I have done for every presidential election. But you were my second.”

“Good enough, I appreciate the honesty. Question two: praise me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Praise me. Min laŭdu. Shake it for the camera so I know how bad you really want it.”

Maria’s fingers clenched around her biceps. “That’s not a question.”

“You’re right, it’s an order. Now get praising,” Sunny said, her smile still warm and bright.

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re… the least likely candidate to start world war three. Marcus believed his own bullshit, but you strike me as a plain and simple grifter.”

Sunny put a finger to her chin and glanced up in an exaggerated pondering gesture. “Hmm. That doesn’t really feel like a compliment. You’ll have to do better.”

“You’re… dedicated, and charismatic.”

“More. Keep going.”

“And… bespoke. You wear the zeitgeist like a glove.”

“And I’m cute.”

“And you’re cute,” Maria sighed.

“That wasn't very convincing. Say it again.”

Maria bit back a scowl. “You are cute.”

“Yay! That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“It was very hard and I feel dirty. Any more questions?"

“Nah, I'm satisfied now.”

“Then as long as I’ve got your attention, I have some new policy suggestions,” Maria brushed off the dirty feelings as snatched up her tabule, opened a document, and began reading aloud. “One: no more World War 2 movies.”

“That can wait until - sorry, what?”

“It’s been over a century!" Maria threw her hands up in exasperation, “It's time to move on, we drained that well dry, we should make movies about something else already. Two: if you’re talking about America you can’t cite de Tocqueville anymore. Same principal applies here, it’s overdone, please just read anyone else.”

“Ahem. You can just send me the list. I’ll be going soon, I have plenty of other people I need to call today,” Sunny said.

“Oh? Who’s the next person you’re going to ambush with a high-ranking job?”

“Oh, you know…” Sunny flashed a defensive smile, “JMR, to be my Secretary of Defense.”

Maria’s face went icy. “JMR? As in Jacob Martin Rider? That tiresome creep will be in charge of our defense? That manor-lord? That dracula?” Maria spat.

Sunny rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Maria. You can’t call him a dracula just because he’s gay and ostentatious.”

“The man wears jodhpurs, Sunny. He’s like a white Yukio Mishima.”

Sunny sighed. “I know he’s… like that, but I’m not exactly spoiled for choice here. Stopping Imperial Quebec was probably the only good thing America’s done this century, and when people think about the Quebec Wars, they think about JMR. I can’t afford to pass up that kind of reputation. And for the record, he’s half-Norteño.”

Maria scoffed. “Norteños are white now, it was in this year’s patch notes.”

[maplefield]

rambling about fujin and the white snake adeptus

ok so. i was watching videos of previous lantern rite playthroughs on yt (started playing at the end of january 2023 so i couldn't even take part in last year's) and looking back now after the 4.4 livestream, i thought maybe that 2022 mingxiao lantern was a nod to fujin, so i started digging and went down the rabbit hole basically and collected some things i found interesting.

NO LEAKS, everything written about here is mentioned in in-game items or is a part of chinese culture and legends, but some of it might be considered potential spoilers regarding chenyu vale

first, i wanna preface this by saying that i am no expert in chinese culture so please do correct me if i say something incorrect.

during the 2022 lantern rite they didn't mention which fallen liyue hero the lantern was for (or i missed it) but i found a really good post on hoyolab by Flora's cake.EN, talking about chinese customs and the celebration of the lunar new year. they say that the mingxiao lantern was based on the lantern with the fish pattern of the previous year's festival, and they also note that the lantern resembles carp and goldfish, how in chinese culture they symbolize wealth, fortune, and benefits, and express "people's yearning for prosperity, auspiciousness, and good fortune". this symbolism in chinese culture is very clearly transferred to the game too since we know from the stream that there is a well-known legend in chenyu vale about a carp adeptus named fujin and that "in local legends the golden carp is a symbol of good luck". they also talk about jademouth, a famous landmark left behind by an adeptus to protect the people from flooding, and mention the abodes of the white snake and the carp adeptus.

bai suzhen aka the white snake is the central figure of a chinese legend titled "the legend of the white snake". there are several versions and i'll be fully transparent, i haven't read them yet unfortunately. according to this article by Minjie Su, who researches medieval literature (and apparently had the same uni major as me lol) bai suzhen was originally an evil snake spirit, but later the story became a romance between her and a man, Xu Xuan. in one of the later versions, though she is still morally questionable (she "poisons the well to boost her husband’s pharmacy") she is devoted to Xu and sympathetic to humankind. Xu almost dies of shock when he sees her true snake form. (1) however, she "revives him and makes him believe the snake was but an illusion. Enraged, Fahai wages war against Madam White and holds Xu as hostage, Madam White commands water to rise from the lake to drown Fahai’s temple. She would have defeated the monk, if she did not feel sympathy towards the innocent townsfolk involved in her war. In the end, she surrenders to Fahai’s power and becomes imprisoned under the Pagoda, but not before her short reunion with Xu and the birth of their son. (...) she will never bee freed unless the palm tree before the Pagoda blossoms (...)" she is eventually freed by her son, though this action is not intentional, merely a coincidence. (2)

while searching, i also found this post by baoboatree on reddit, who did some huge work and re-translated the descriptions of the echoes of an offering artifact set. three things to note before i continue: 1) this part might contain POSSIBLE SPOILERS regarding the story of the new chenyu vale region, so proceed with caution 2) my chinese is not good enough to be able to compare the translation to the original and verify the information presented here (i am NOT saying it is incorrect and i'm certainly NOT trying to criticize baoboatree, just thought i should mention this) and 3) the post is relatively old, so some information might have been updated/re-written in-game and become outdated here. for these reasons, it's best to take it all with a grain of salt.

according to baoboatree's interpretation, the story "involves two adeptus - a "medicine adeptus" and a "carp adeptus". The two are bickering lovers/friends and lived near Chenyu valley. Until one day, the carp adeptus was sacrificed in an ancient ritual and loses her human form. She can no longer walk on land, but longed to see Liyue harbor. The medicine adeptus took her on a trip to Liyue harbor by taking her along in a Serenitea pot . (...) The fish adeptus is implied in at least four of the five pieces to have sacrificed herself again, becoming the sunken jade of Chenyu Vale. In at least one but maybe two legends, the medicine adeptus is implied to have become a tea tree that only grows in Chenyu Vale." they say the medicine adeptus may or may not be madame ping, which personally, i believe it's more likely they have something to do with the white snake adeptus (or is even the white snake adeptus themselves), whose husband was a pharmacist in the legend, and who stole medicine for him in another version of that legend.

i encourage everyone to read the whole reddit post, i found it fascinating and baoboatree really worked hard on it. i don't want to go into too much detail here bc this post is already way too long. when the medicine adeptus brings the carp adeptus to liyue harbor in the teapot, baoboatree also states that, in contrast to the official english translation, the teapot was not a gift from "a friend" but "friends", plural. now, this was actually something i could check, and it is absolutely correct. they theoretize that these friends might include madame ping, the role of the medicine adeptus and carp adeptus being clear. they also note in a comment that the fish lantern during lantern rite might have been representing the fish adeptus. looking back now, i would be surprised if it wasn't. hoyo has shown to pay attention to things like this.

as for why it were two fish, one might have been referencing this medicine adeptus, or one could have simply been put there to make it look more balanced, or to emphasize the wish for good fortune, or maybe there will be more to this that we'll uncover. either way, i'm interested in seeing how the story about this carp adeptus will unfold. if they try to stay close to the legend, it might have been the white snake adeptus that caused the flood which made the carp adeptus sacrifice herself. as for whether this white snake adeptus is the same as the medicine adeptus, honestly i think it could go either way. i could argue both for them being the same character and them not being the same. as of right now, i'm more inclined to think that they are different beings. (edit bc 1) i deleted my reasoning bc looking back it was just ehh and 2) bc i realized that i forgot to add this originally: obviously all of this is just wild speculation, and it could very well be that the story that we get, assuming we learn of these events, will be entirely different. the whole turning into a tree legend from the artifact set could also really just be an in-game myth, though i don't think that very likely, but who knows. either way, nothing even remotely certain can be concluded from the information i presently have.) of course i could very well be wrong, and hoyo will probably do their own take on this legend. after all, they have taken a looot of inspiration from nordic mythology as well (i might do some posts about that too, i was a scandinavian studies major so it's always interesting for me to see how nordic mythology is implemented in games/films etc).

anyway, if anyone read this whole thing, i hope you found it interesting. sorry that it was not very concise, i haven't slept in weeks so my brain is barely working lol. i'm really excited for chenyu vale and lantern rite and can't wait to see what this update brings!

(1) the author points out the storyline also has similarities to that of the french legend of mélusine but i don't have enough brain capacity to go into this as well.

(2) the wikipedia page states that Xu actually dies, and "Bai Suzhen went to Heaven to steal the immortal herb Lingzhi. She succeeded in her mission and used the herb to revive Xu Xian. (...) Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing fought against Fahai and flooded the temple with water, hurting other living creatures.", however, i can't find this information in the relevant source.

Sources

Genshin Impact Version 4.4. Special Program https://youtu.be/abZdO3rWoVc?si=wA1QDAYqeCqh3yUA

Flora's cake.EN on Hoyolab

https://www.hoyolab.com/article/14973902 (accessed 20/01/24)

Minjie Su: The Legend of the White Snake: A Chinese Mélusine Story

https://www.medievalists.net/2017/11/legend-white-snake-chinese-melusine-story/ (accessed 20/01/24)

Bai Suzhen on Wikipedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bai_Suzhen (accessed 20/01/24)

baoboatree: Echoes of an Offering artifact lore re-translation and interpretation

https://www.reddit.com/r/Genshin_Lore/comments/tta8wo/echoes_of_an_offering_artifact_lore_retranslation/ (accessed 20/21/24)