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spiicii · 25 days ago

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the og bloodline / bloodline property (part two)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader word count → 6.8k summary → sami zayn has proven himself an ally to the tribal chief. as a reward, he is invited to experience what no other outsider has experienced before: a taste of the bloodline’s property. notes → definitely got carried away with this one, but i hope you think the wait was worth it! i tried not to play favorites, though i’m sure i failed miserably. tags → multiple partners, possessive behavior, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, choking, begging, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, hickies, some crying, overstimulation, lore accurate tribal chief (roman is not always nice to his cousins)

You pressed a small kiss beneath Roman’s jaw, feeling a small chuckle rumble in his chest at your touch.

“What a sweet girl,” he cooed, pressing a kiss of his own against your temple. “Now be good for me and sit in Daddy’s lap while he gets some work done. Okay?”

You nodded, letting out a contented sigh as he pulled you closer, cradled in his arms. You always felt so small when he held you like this, his massive arms encircling you, keeping you tucked against his muscular chest. You closed your eyes and let him hold you, his deep voice keeping you calm as he spoke with his family. You didn’t know what they were saying and you didn’t care, more than happy to stay curled up in the Tribal Chief’s arms. His perfect pet.

“Excuse me, my Tribal Chief. Sami Zayn is outside.” Paul Heyman’s words had you opening your eyes, watching with interest as the Wiseman approached, his head bowed in deference. “He wishes to speak with you.”

Roman waved one of his hands dismissively. “Fine, fine. Send him in.”

Paul bowed his head again, already moving away to follow his master’s orders. You felt Jey move up behind you, no doubt already irritated by Sami’s arrival. You knew they didn't get along.

“Why you gotta entertain that fool, uce?” Jey snapped, his voice tight. “You know he ain’t blood.”

“It’s not your call to make, Jey.” The Tribal Chief’s words were firm and the Right Hand Man was quickly silenced. Although you couldn’t see him, you could already imagine the disapproving look on his face.

When Paul Heyman re-entered with Sami Zayn trailing close behind, you couldn’t help but watch him in curiosity. He was taller than you thought he’d be, a happy smile already on his face before he’d even been acknowledged. He seemed excited, practically bouncing on his heels as he entered, rubbing his hands together as though he had big news to share.

“Hey, Roman! I-”

He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes landed on you. It was clear he hadn’t been expecting you, his smile faltering as his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh! Hello.” He seemed nervous all of a sudden, fidgeting with his hands as if he didn’t know what to do with them. “I’m sorry. I…I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sami.”

He stepped forward with his arm outstretched, as if to offer you a handshake, and you were quick to shrink away. The Tribal Chief didn’t have many rules, but you knew it would displease him to have any man outside of the Bloodline touch you. Solo and Jey seemed to agree, already moving forward protectively.

“Aye aye aye, back the fuck up, uce,” Jey snarled, shoving Sami roughly in the chest to push him back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Sami was quick to raise his hands, as if he were surrendering. “Whoa, whoa, wait! My bad, dawg. My bad. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…”

“Yo, uce, chill.” Jimmy was quick to intervene, already placing himself between Sami and his brother. “It’s alright, man. Relax.”

Jey’s face was a mask of anger as he stared back at Sami, his hands clenched at his sides as if he were resisting the urge to punch him. Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder.

“Just relax, uce. It’s all good here.”

“Yes, Jey. Relax.” The Tribal Chief’s voice was calm, but you could hear the warning behind his tone. “Sit down.”

You saw Jey tighten his jaw, no doubt resisting the urge to mouth off, but you knew he wouldn’t dare. Not with Sami here. So instead he obeyed, slowly moving back to Roman’s side to take a seat, his eyes flashing with anger.

Jimmy offered Sami a smile. “Don’t worry about him, man. You know how he is.”

Sami let out a nervous laugh, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It was clear he was trying not to stare at you, but he was failing miserably, his eyes continuing to wander to take in your small form curled up in the Tribal Chief’s lap. You didn’t mind meeting his gaze, taking him in with equal curiosity.

“You’ll have to forgive my cousins, Sami.” Roman said, relaxing further into his chair as he pulled you closer. “They’re a little…protective.”

Sami chuckled again, though it was clear he was uncomfortable. “Yeah. Yeah, I can see that.”

Solo made a displeased noise but a wave from Roman’s hand quickly silenced him.

“I don’t normally let anyone outside of the Bloodline even look at what belongs to me, but I’ll make an exception for you, Sami. After all you’ve done for this family, I think you deserve a reward.”

Sami looked at Roman in confusion. “Reward?”

Roman hummed in agreement, reaching up to cup your cheek with his large hand. His touch was warm and your eyelids fluttered, leaning into his touch.

“Isn’t she pretty, Sami?” The Tribal Chief kissed your hair and you melted deeper into his arms, your cheeks heating up at his sweet words. “You can see why my cousins are so possessive of her, huh?”

Sami looked like he wanted to say something, but he seemed unsure, his eyes flickering between you and Roman.

“Come on, uce.“ Jimmy encouraged, clapping Sami on the back. "She’s pretty, ain’t she?”

Sami met your eyes again and you offered him a bashful smile, nuzzling against the Tribal Chief’s neck in contentment.

“Yeah,” Sami breathed, his eyes glued to you. “She is.”

Roman chuckled, reaching around you to grab at your thigh, his grip possessive. “Come to our penthouse tonight then. Consider it a thank you for what you did for me last week with Drew McIntyre.”

Sami seemed taken aback by his words, but not nearly as taken aback as Jey.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Jey’s anger didn’t surprise you, however his willingness to confront the Tribal Chief did, especially in front of an outsider like Sami. You felt Roman tense beneath you, his grip on your thigh tightening. You buried your face into Roman’s neck, letting out a small whimper. The last thing you wanted was for them to argue. Unfortunately, Jey was incapable of keeping his mouth shut.

“He ain’t got no business touching what belongs to us. Uce, you can’t-”

“I can’t?” The Tribal Chief’s tone was dangerous and Jey instantly fell silent. You saw Jimmy cast an alarmed glance in his twin’s direction, but he didn’t dare interfere. He knew better.

You felt Roman take a shuddering breath beneath you, his fingers clenching and unclenching on your thigh in an attempt to compose himself. You were grateful Jey didn’t speak again.

“As I was saying,” Roman continued, muscles still tense beneath you. “You are invited to our penthouse tonight. Being allied with the Bloodline has its perks. Ones that I hope you’ll indulge in.”

After a few tense moments, Roman slowly relaxed, letting out a long breath and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, Sami. The Wiseman will see you out.”

Sami quickly stood, his eyes still flickering with worry between Roman and Jey, but he didn’t say anything. After one final handshake from Jimmy, Paul escorted him out, quickly shutting the door behind them.

The room was silent now, the air tense. Nobody moved, but Roman’s breath was steady, his chest rising and falling calmly beneath you as he held you close. Jimmy looked worried, his leg bouncing in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness, while Solo remained stoic as ever, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared straight ahead. It was a long time before the Tribal Chief finally spoke.

“Argue with me in front of an outsider again and I’ll grind your face into the mat like I did at Hell in a Cell. Do you understand?”

The silence was deafening, but it wasn’t long before you heard Jey’s response, his voice quiet, “Yes, my Tribal Chief.”

*****

“Do you wanna touch her, Sami?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was a low rumble, his grip on your neck tight as he pounded into you from behind.

You whined in his hold, your back arched perfectly as he kept you speared on his cock. His large hand was firmly around your neck, though you were grateful for it, his touch keeping you grounded as you balanced on your knees atop the king mattress.

You met Sami’s heated gaze and saw the barest trace of a blush tinting his cheeks, his lips parted as he let out small pants of air.

“Yes.” You heard him breathe, his eyes never leaving yours. You saw that he had his hands clenched at his sides, almost as if he were resisting the urge to reach out and touch you without the Tribal Chief’s permission.

Roman shifted the angle of his thrusts and heat shot up your spine, another whine spilling your lips as he aimed for that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. He chuckled, pressing a sweet kiss into your hair as he continued to assault your g-spot, his thrusts unfaltering.

“I don’t blame you.” Roman’s tone was conversational, his voice steady despite the fact that he was balls deep and rock hard inside of you. “She looks so perfect like this, stuffed full of my cock and begging for more. She knows how to serve her Tribal Chief, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You tried to find the words to respond but he dragged across your g-spot again and you almost screamed, the feeling so good that you felt like you could hardly breathe.

“Such a good girl for me,” he cooed in your ear, his other hand grabbing one of your ass cheeks and kneading the soft flesh there. “You gonna come, pretty girl? Gonna come on your Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes, please,” you gasped, the tension inside you threatening to snap. “Please, can I come, Daddy? Please?”

“You beg so pretty for me, baby,” he moaned, his breath hot in your ear. His grip on your neck was so tight that you began to see black spots across your vision. “You can come.”

The tension finally snapped and you shuddered in his hold, pleasure rolling through you as you clamped down on his dick.

“Fuck!” He hissed, his hips beginning to stutter against yours. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

With a few more violent thrusts he did, warmth spreading inside you at the feeling. You relaxed in his hold, his grip on your neck loosening as he finished.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands gentle as he laid you back down on the mattress. “You alright, baby?”

You nodded, your brain still foggy from the pleasure he’d just given you. You heard him chuckle, his hand warm against your cheek.

“You’re so good for your Tribal Chief, sweetheart.” he whispered, brushing a few stray hairs from your forehead. “You gonna be good for my Bloodline too? Gonna let them take care of you?”

You pressed a kiss of your own to his cheek, a sign of life as your body recovered. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He praised, motioning for Sami at the end of the bed. You watched as Sami approached, his eyes raking across your naked form, his knuckles blanched from how hard he had them clenched at his sides.

“Come give her a kiss, Sami,” Roman said, already moving away to make room for him. “I think she deserves it.”

You heard a noise of protest to your right and you looked over to meet Jey’s reproachful gaze, his mouth set to a frown. Sami hadn’t laid a hand on you once since he arrived, the line in the sand clear. His reward from the Tribal Chief was the privilege of seeing you like this, fucked out and used by his Bloodline, a privilege that no other outsider had been granted - not even Paul Heyman. To be granted the honor of even touching you was clearly not something that Jey was expecting, swiftly rising from his chair to approach the bed, his expression furious.

The Tribal Chief quickly clocked the movement, a firm finger already pointed in his direction. “Don’t even think about it.” Roman snapped, his tone brokering no room for argument. “Sit your ass down and be grateful I’m even allowing you in here after the shit you pulled earlier.”

Jey curled his lip, an angry retort on his lips before Jimmy moved forward and grabbed his arm, hissing into his ear. “What the hell you doin’? Let it go, uce. It ain’t worth it.”

There was a beat of silence, the air tense as Jey clenched and unclenched his fists, his chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. Jimmy continued to whisper furiously in his twin’s ear, tugging on his arm to urge him to sit back down. It took a few minutes, but Jey eventually obeyed, still staring daggers at Roman even as he took his seat, his jaw so tight it looked like it might snap in half.

“That’s what I thought.” The Tribal Chief’s tone was smug. “I apologize, Sami. Some Right Hand Man, huh? I might be in the market for a new one if this one can’t do as he’s told.”

A splotch of red dotted Jey’s cheeks, but he mercifully said nothing in return, his eyes simmering with anger as he glared at Roman. The Tribal Chief met his gaze evenly, his lips twisting into a smirk.

“Well go on, Sami. Kiss her. I won’t ask again.” Roman’s impatience was beginning to bleed through his words, the smallest crack in his composed facade. Sami sensed it too, already moving quickly to your side, only stopping when he met your gaze.

He seemed uncertain, his eyes flickering behind you to where Jey was sitting. You had no doubt that Jey was staring him down, but you didn’t turn around to look. Instead, you reached out your hand to Sami, tentatively brushing your fingers against his. He blinked, unwilling, or perhaps unable, to climb onto the bed, his eyes still wide as he stared down at you.

You offered him a reassuring smile, sitting up to meet him. “It’s alright,” you murmured, taking his hand in yours and tugging gently to pull him closer. He followed you easily, his eyes never leaving yours. They were a pale blue, a stark contrast from the dark eyes of the rest of the Bloodline, his pupils blown wide with lust. You reached up and played with the hairs in his beard, watching with interest as his mouth parted, small puffs of breath falling from soft lips.

You leaned forward and he met you halfway, your lips colliding with more force than you were expecting. You let out a surprised chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, spreading your legs to make space for him. He followed you further onto the bed and you felt his erection press against your hip, his hands on either side of you as he explored deeper into your mouth. He tasted different than the others, perhaps a little sweeter, his lips almost softer than Jey’s.

He shifted a knee up and pressed it against your core, causing you to gasp against his mouth. He applied more pressure, the fabric of his jeans quickly soaked from your wetness, some of the Tribal Chief’s seed still dribbling out from where he’d claimed you. You felt your hips cant forward to seek more friction, reaching up to tangle your fingers into his unruly hair.

You were so lost in the feeling that you didn’t feel the bed dip, another body joining the two of you. Full lips were pressing against your neck, a large hand reaching around you to palm at one of your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to realize that it was Jimmy, his lips ghosting across the shell of your ear as he pressed himself against you.

Sami released you, leaning back to watch Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pull you close, his teeth now grazing the delicate skin of your neck. Sami seemed hesitant now, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you, as if he expected to be dismissed. You offered him another smile, reaching out to tug gently on his beard.

“Why’d you stop?” you hummed, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Sami visibly gulped, his eyes flickering to Jimmy, as if he were anticipating a fight.

“Jimmy won’t bother you, Sami.” You heard the Tribal Chief say and you looked over to see that he had settled in his own chair, watching the scene unfold with interest. “He knows how to share.”

Jimmy chuckled against your skin, his kisses full of teeth. “Sometimes.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes sparkling with humor as you met Sami’s gaze. “He’s just kidding,” you assured him, pulling him closer. “Kiss me again.”

Sami quickly obliged, his persistent mouth on yours as Jimmy pressed more searing kisses to your neck and shoulders. It was normally Solo who would leave love bites and bruises across your delicate skin, but Jimmy was in a rare form tonight, his clever tongue licking and nipping wherever he could. His mouth was now latched to the underside of your jaw, a bruise blossoming beneath his lips.

Sami’s kisses were becoming more desperate, his breath coming out in gasps, swallowing your moans as though he were a drowning man. He only made a sound of annoyance when Jimmy placed a calloused finger under your jaw and tore you away from Sami’s ministrations to claim your mouth for his own, your kiss wet and filthy.

Sami’s erection pressed deeper into your hip and you moaned in response, wanting more than anything to be filled. Satisfied.

“You’re welcome to stay, Sami,” The Tribal Chief interrupted, his voice low as he watched the three of you. “But you won’t fuck her. Not tonight. I don’t know if you’ve earned that yet.”

Roman’s tone was light, but you could sense the seriousness behind his words. He’d already been more than generous, allowing Sami to taste what belonged only to the Bloodline. But he wouldn’t allow any more than a taste, not from any outsider, no matter how loyal they were to the Head of the Table.

Sami’s brow furrowed at the Tribal Chief’s words and you could tell that he was frustrated, his hips stuttering against yours as he resisted the urge to grind against you.

You looked over Sami’s shoulder and saw that the Tribal Chief’s eyes were narrowing, his patience already tested earlier by Jey’s outburst. “Sami. Come join me.”

It was a warning. One that Sami was smart enough to hear. His hips stilled against yours, slowly climbing off of you and taking a seat in the chair closest to the bed. He adjusted himself before sitting down, clearly uncomfortable still in his jeans, but he didn’t complain, his eyes still heated as they met yours.

Jimmy suckled another bruise behind your ear, his cock pressed thickly against your ass. You closed your eyes and relaxed in his arms, letting out a small whine as he twisted cruelly on one of your nipples. His breath was warm against your neck. “Want us both, sweetheart?”

Always.

“Yes, please.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting more than anything to be filled up and used. Wanting only to serve.

“Good girl,” Jimmy purred, curling his fingers in your hair to pull you into a kiss. You felt his hands on your hips, already twisting your body around to face him.

“Don’t.” Roman’s firm voice startled you, your eyes flying open in alarm to look at him. You quickly realized that he wasn’t speaking to you, his angry gaze focused on Jey instead. It took you a moment to understand that Jey had been making his way over to the bed, about to join you and his brother before the Tribal Chief had stopped him.

The twins almost always fucked you together - it was just their way. They had a near telepathic ability to communicate, their movements always in sync, almost as if they were one person who had been blessed with two bodies. Roman had never interfered, allowing his Bloodline to use you as they saw fit, but tonight was different. His eyes were narrowed at Jey, making it clear that he would not be permitted to touch you tonight.

The two men faced off as if they were about to fight, Roman’s face completely stoic as Jey’s lip curled again, his golden teeth flashing in the dim lighting of the room. Sami watched the scene unfold with a nervous expression, wringing his hands together as his gaze flickered between the Tribal Chief and the Right Hand Man. Jey took another step forward and you made a distressed noise, pressing your face into Jimmy’s neck, a silent plea to stop this. You hated it when they argued.

Jimmy shushed you, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead to keep you calm. As always, he knew exactly what you needed. “It’s alright, pretty girl. They don’t mean it. Come on, guys. You’re killin’ the vibe. Stressin’ our girl out for no damn reason.”

Roman’s eyes met yours and you saw them soften. He never wanted to upset you. Not if he could help it. He leaned back in his chair, motioning towards Solo, who had been a silent spectator for most of the night.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Solo and Jimmy will take care of you tonight. We won’t fight anymore. Will we, Jey?”

Despite his efforts to keep the peace, you could hear the threat behind Roman’s words, his tone making it clear that he would not tolerate any further disobedience. Jey scowled, his lip still curled, but he thankfully didn’t argue.

The bed dipped again as Solo joined, his eyes meeting yours with such intensity that you felt your knees weaken. As much as you enjoyed the attention from the twins, you always felt comforted by Solo’s presence. He didn’t participate every night, sometimes content to sit back and watch, his normally stoic facade giving nothing away. You were glad he was here now, your hand reaching out to him almost instinctively to urge him to come closer.

He took your hand in his, his touch surprisingly gentle as he pressed a sweet kiss into your palm. You smiled at him, pulling him closer. He could be sweet when he wanted to be, despite his rough exterior. You knew he cared for you, his signs of affection small, but not unnoticed. You were pleased when he offered you a gentle kiss to your temple, another sign of his devotion to you.

Still, you weren’t surprised when he quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you roughly from Jimmy’s grasp to manhandle you into the position he wanted. Solo might have his sweet moments, but he wasn’t one to fuck around. He knew what he wanted, and he took it. You tried to suppress a chuckle as you heard Jimmy grumble, clearly unhappy to not be calling the shots. Solo ignored him, already shoving his older brother roughly back down against the mattress.

“Aye, yo, what the fuck, uce?” Jimmy protested, but he quickly silenced once he realized what was happening, watching with interest as Solo lifted you up to straddle Jimmy’s hips. You went easily, letting out a shaky breath as Jimmy’s erection nudged at your already slicked entrance. Jimmy looked up at you with a smirk, his hands already on your hips to keep you steady in his lap.

“Bossy motherfucker,” Jimmy muttered, but there was no real heat behind his words, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked up at you. “Lift your hips, babygirl. Gonna fill that pretty pussy up.”

You placed your hands on Jimmy’s tattooed chest, leaning up further and widening your legs to allow his tip to tease at your entrance. You shuddered as you took the first few inches, your toes curling at finally being filled.

As you took more of Jimmy’s cock, you felt Solo move up behind you, his fingers threading into your hair as he pressed a searing bite under your jaw. Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling, bordering the line between pain and pleasure. You let out a gasp as he left a particularly vicious bite mark on your shoulder, yet another bruise to prove that you were claimed. Owned.

“Solo’s gonna open you up, pretty girl,” Jimmy murmured as he leaned back, your eyes taking in the miles of golden muscle across his exposed chest. “Now be a good girl and sit on this dick.”

You sank deeper onto his length, letting out a sharp gasp as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Jimmy reached out and grabbed your chin, the grip punishing. “And what do you say?”

Your eyelids fluttered and your pussy convulsed at his dominating words. Somehow, you managed to find the words. “Thank you, sir.” you whispered, watching Jimmy’s searing gaze twist into a smirk, his fingers tracing the shape of your lips. “Good girl.”

When Solo’s fingers reached your ass, they were gentle, covered in lube as they slowly fingered you open. You felt your body instinctively tense at the intrusion, the walls of your pussy fluttering around Jimmy’s cock, causing him to let out a groan.

You felt Solo’s other hand on your shoulder, his touch immediately causing you to still. “Just relax, pretty girl.” You heard Solo murmur, his voice grounding you. “I got you.”

You let out a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to relax as his fingers explored deeper inside you. The feeling was always strange, but not unwelcome, pleasure already beginning to spread across your body like wildfire.

Jimmy bottomed out and all the oxygen left your lungs. Your mouth fell open as you felt his tip knock against your cervix. God, he felt so big at this angle. You shivered as you felt his cock twitch inside you, Solo adding another finger as he worked to scissor you open. When Solo pushed a little deeper, you felt an embarrassing sound emit from your throat, so whiny and needy that Jimmy laughed.

“Almost there, little girl,” Jimmy rumbled, his grip on your hips still tight. “You can take it.”

With Jimmy’s cock now stuffed deep inside, pleasure beginning to curl at the base of your spine, there was only thing you wanted to do: move.

You lifted your hips experimentally, whining as Solo’s grip on your shoulder tightened to keep you still. “Not yet.” Solo scolded, adding yet another finger. “Don’t be greedy.”

You couldn’t help but squirm in Jimmy’s lap, but you forced yourself to obey, the burn of Solo’s fingers a good reminder that if he didn’t take his time working you open he could hurt you.

Eventually, Solo withdrew his fingers and you whimpered at the loss, your body already trembling with need. You weren’t sure how much longer you could wait, wanting more than anything to bounce on Jimmy’s cock until you saw stars.

Movement out of the corner of your eye had you turning your head, watching as Jey paced beside the bed. His face was twisted in a mixture of anger and lust, his gaze occasionally flickering over to where Roman sat, almost as if he were pleading with the Tribal Chief to rescind his orders and allow him to join you.

You wanted to reach out to him. Wanted to pull him close and kiss away those ugly feelings until he smiled again. Would Roman be mad if you did that? Although you belonged to the Tribal Chief, he was normally powerless to deny you anything. Seeing Jey stalk the length of the room like a caged animal had something aching in your chest, but then Solo’s lubed-up cock nudged against your empty hole and all thoughts flew from your head.

You hadn’t realized that you were shaking so much, though whether it was from excitement or nervousness you weren’t sure. Jimmy seemed to take pity on you. “Come here, babygirl,” he murmured, sitting up to wrap his arms around you, taking the weight from your already aching knees. You leaned into him, your forehead falling into the crook of his neck.

You let out a high-pitched keen as Solo continued to push deeper into you, the feeling growing more and more intense with every inch. Solo let out a low groan, his hand gripping your shoulder tightly. “Such a good girl,” he breathed, his hips stuttering as he resisted the urge to plunge deeper without giving you time to adjust. Jimmy shifted inside you and you felt his length graze against your g-spot, the feeling sending electric shocks up your spine as you clenched around him.

“Fuck!” Jimmy hissed, his hands moving down and gripping your ass to spread you open for his brother. “Jesus, I’m not gonna last if she keeps doing all that.”

You barely heard him, the feeling of Solo’s cock splitting you open making your eyes roll back into your head, your own heartbeat in your ears.

Another inch and you felt your knees buckle, but you didn’t fall - not with Jimmy’s hands on your ass and Solo’s hand on your shoulder. You felt your pussy spasm helplessly around Jimmy’s cock, the feeling making you want to crawl out of your skin with need.

“Fu…fuck,” you babbled, your body tensing as Solo pushed deeper. “Too big.” You gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase against Jimmy’s strong body.

“You can take it, honey,” Jimmy crooned in your ear, his large hands keeping you speared on Solo’s cock. “Now be a good slut and relax for me.”

Your pussy contracted at his words, your mouth placing feverish kisses against Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy groaned, his cock twitching inside you as you began to lift your hips, still impatient despite the intensity of the feeling of two dicks inside you.

“So tight,” Solo gasped, his grip on your shoulder becoming punishing. You whimpered at the feeling, leaning up to give a messy kiss to Jimmy’s mouth. With one final thrust, Solo was fully seated inside you, his body flush against yours. You froze, your muscles tense and toes curling. You let out a shuddering gasp against Jimmy’s lips and the look he gave you was positively sinful.

“She looks so fucked out, uce,” Jimmy breathed, one of his hands coming up to wipe the sweaty hair from your face.

Solo leaned forward, his fingers under your jaw to turn your face towards him. Your mouth was open as you let out small, desperate pants, your eyes dazed when you met his. He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss against your heated skin.

When both of them moved at the same time, you felt your eyes cross. They fucked you together, not nearly as in sync as the twins normally did, but you found that you didn’t care. With each knock against your cervix your pussy constricted around Jimmy’s cock, making his hips stutter in response.

“Fuck, your pussy is perfect,” Jimmy growled, his canines nipping against your neck. “So fucking tight.” He adjusted his thrusts and suddenly he was hitting your g-spot with devastating precision. You cried out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes at just how good it felt. Solo let out a groan, his warm hand pressing between your shoulder blades, hips snapping faster as you continued to clench down on him.

Jimmy’s hand was on your jaw, his breath coming out in shallow gasps. You met his dark eyes, eyelids fluttering, mesmerized by his gaze. The pleasure was becoming overwhelming, your body impossibly full, both holes stretched and abused by two members of the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline. It was all becoming too much.

“Please, Daddy, please,” you begged, the pleasure threatening to push you over the edge. Solo’s hand wrapped your throat, his fingers pressing down hard enough to bruise. You arched your back, tight as a bow. “Please!” You cried, unwilling to finish without your Tribal Chief’s permission.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Roman’s voice was closer than you realized, and you opened your eyes to see that he was standing beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to brush across your sweaty brow. “Beg me for it and I promise I’ll give it to you.”

Jimmy’s thrusts began to falter and you knew he was close, your own orgasm just a hair's breadth away. “Please, Daddy,” you begged, your eyes crossing as Jimmy continued to pound into that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. “Please, let me come. Please, please, please.”

The Tribal Chief’s words were as sweet as honey. “Come for me, baby.”

Pleasure ravaged your body, muscles jerking and your mouth parted in a silent scream. Your pussy spasmed and convulsed, milking Jimmy’s cock as he continued to slam into you, punching the air from your lungs. He was close, sweat dripping down his brow.

“Jesus, fuck,” he swore, his mouth on your shoulder as he finally spilled inside you, the feeling warm and euphoric.

Solo wasn’t far behind, his grip tightening around your throat. “What a good slut,” he snarled, smacking your ass so hard you groaned. His thrusts were becoming harder and more erratic, his grip on your throat so tight that you found yourself fighting for air.

With one final thrust Solo spilled inside you too. You made a pitiful sound as he released your throat, your head falling into Jimmy’s shoulder. You forced yourself to focus on the feeling of Jimmy’s warm body beneath you, the only thing anchoring you to the earth as the aftershocks of your orgasm left you twitching. Your insides felt gooey, muscles still shaking as Jimmy held onto you, keeping you from collapsing.

“Good girl,” Someone whispered in your ear, their voice sounding far away. “So sweet. So perfect.”

You let out a whine as Solo pulled out, your hole clenching down on emptiness. You felt exposed and vulnerable, and he ran a soothing hand down your back, as if he were calming a frightened animal. “You’re okay, baby. We got you.”

When Jimmy pulled out you felt your mind short-circuit, his load trickling down your inner thigh and onto his exposed stomach. You let out a breathy gasp at the feeling, your body still trembling in his arms. “Shhh,” Jimmy soothed, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead. “Just relax, honey. I gotchu.”

They were gentle as they laid you down on the bed, their hands no longer grabbing to bruise, their mouths no longer seeking to bite. You let out a small sigh, your body aching and your holes still twitching and spasming from abuse.

You tried to form a coherent thought, but you felt brain-dead, too drunk on cock to think. All you could do was lay there, babbling the only word you could think of: Jey.

You repeated his name over and over again like a prayer, letting out a small sigh as you felt a warm hand against your cheek. The Tribal Chief pressed a kiss to your forehead, his touch gentle.

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

You made a distressed noise, your fingers reaching out towards nothing. “Jey.” You whispered, your eyelids fluttering. “Jey.”

The Tribal Chief’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. You reached out to grasp at Roman’s arm, your eyes pleading.

“Please, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from abuse. “Please.”

Roman frowned, his expression displeased as he reached out to stroke your hair. You shivered beneath his touch, knowing that while he had never denied you anything you desired, you were asking for too much. It wasn’t your place to interfere with the Tribal Chief’s methods of keeping his Bloodline obedient, especially if he felt disrespected by his own Right Hand Man.

Still, you couldn’t help but clutch at his arm, your eyes wet with tears. You needed Jey, the same way you needed all of them.

The Tribal Chief’s gaze softened, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He let out an exasperated chuckle. “Greedy girl,” He was shaking his head, but he didn't look angry. He looked almost amused. “But you know I can never say no to you, hm?”

You couldn’t help but smile, nuzzling into his hand as he stroked your hair.

The Tribal Chief pressed one final kiss to your cheek before standing up, his eyes flashing over to where Jey stood. His smile immediately dropped, his jaw now ticked in annoyance as he returned to his seat. He met Jey's questioning gaze with a frown, but he didn’t say anything. Thankfully, Jey understood that he was being given permission, no matter how begrudging it was, and he quickly stripped his shirt and climbed onto the bed before Roman changed his mind.

You let out a contented sigh as Jey moved between your legs, his soft lips against yours instantly. His smell was in your nose, sandalwood and bergamot, already making you dizzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, comforted by his presence.

“Why’d you do that, babygirl?” You heard Jey whisper in your ear, too low for anyone else to hear. You held onto him tightly, completely at ease now that he was with you. You weren’t sure you had an answer for him, so you leaned up to kiss him again, hoping that your actions could convey everything he made you feel.

I want you. I need you. I love you.

Jey seemed to understand. He always did. He smiled down at you, a burst of sunshine, before leaning down to return to your kiss, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. You reached up to tangle your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck, wanting desperately to taste every inch of him.

His cock slipped into you easily, your cunt still soaking wet from your previous orgasms, his brother and cousin’s come still leaking out from where they’d claimed you earlier. He gasped at the feeling, his forehead pressed against yours as he felt your velvety walls spasm and contract around him.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned, his hips already moving against yours. “My perfect girl.”

The feeling of him inside you had you relaxing in his arms, each thrust of his hips sending you deeper and deeper into euphoria. Having him inside you was like coming up for air, all the tension bleeding from your muscles as he fucked into you. You melted into the mattress, your eyes fluttering as pleasure curled inside you.

You’re more relaxed than you’d been all night, Jey’s perfect cock turning your brain into mush as you felt nothing but bliss. You felt him smile into the next kiss he gave you, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

“You feel good, baby?” His tone was almost teasing, as if he knew just how lost you were in the pleasure he was giving you, his treatment turning you into nothing more than a brain-dead cocksleeve. When his clever fingers found your clit, you thought you would vibrate out of your skin in ecstasy, your mouth falling open at the feeling.

You felt him chuckle, his talented fingers so good against you that you felt tears spring into your eyes.

“It’s alright, pretty girl,” he cooed, his words gentle despite the brutal snap of his hips, quickly picking up speed as he chased his own pleasure. “I gotchu. Gonna take care of you, mamas.”

You felt helpless as your orgasm rapidly approached, your muscles trembling from how good he was fucking you. His long fingers began to pick up the pace against your clit, matching the fast rhythm of his hips. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, heat tingling at the base of your spine.

“Daddy,” You gasped, still coherent enough to remember to ask for permission. “Please, can I come?”

There was no answer and you felt the tears begin to fall, your self-control already eroding away with each clever twist of Jey’s fingers.

“Please, Daddy!” You cried, your orgasm so close that you weren’t sure if you could stop it now, even if you wanted to. “Please!”

You sobbed in relief when you finally heard the Tribal Chief speak. “You can come, pretty girl.”

The tension snapped. You were engulfed in never-ending pleasure, your pussy tightening and gushing around Jey’s cock as you came, your eyes rolling back into your head as bliss overtook you. You heard Jey swear at the feeling, your release triggering his own as he spilled inside you, painting your insides with his hot, sticky seed.

Your muscles were shaking, overstimulation now causing Jey’s pleasure to border on pain. But none of it mattered. Despite the tears streaming down your face, you rolled your hips to milk his cock through both of your orgasms, desperate to please. Desperate to serve.

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arc-misadventures · 6 months ago

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First of all let me tell you that I love Cinder's entry, so full of lore. but here I come with something for Vtuber au; So, for Ruby, Weiss or maybe some other vtuber that you want to introduce, react to the information update of one of the most important events of The World of Remnant: Hunter's and Monsters. Because the way cinder and jaune explained it, it was an important event at that time. PS: Your work is always amazing, so don't worry about how long it takes to do something as long as you feel good about it.

The VTuber: The Lady of the Grimm

Fall4Me had a plan for today’s stream, a plan she had been looking forward to implementing for quite some time now. Today she invited a special guest, and she was all to forward to once again meet her, Lady.

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Fall4Me: Hello my underlings, how are you this fine day~?

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Kinder79: Our lady is here!

Judicatorsbanana: All hail the, Grimm Princess!

Linxder: Hi, Ember!

H3LL3R: Been better.

Rangerlion: Can’t complain really

ICSTARS: What’s the plan for today?

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Fall4Me: That’s good to hear chat. Now then, for today’s stream we’ll be joined by a very special guest. And no, before you ask it is not, Errant.

Her body fell back in her chair, her body adopting a tired, and weary posture as she lamented the fact that her darling wolf would not be joining them.

She quickly brushed this aside as she resumed her stream.

Fall4Me: Now then, today we will be joined by a friend back from my days of playing, World of Remnant: Hunters, and Monsters. Today will be joined by my, Queen; The leader of the Cabal, the Queen of the Grimm: GrimmMonarch!

Appearing from the side was an elegant lady with skin, and hair as white as bone. Eyes as red as fresh fallen blood, and nestled in a black void, smiling enchantingly at the stream. For this was the LadyofDarkness, the GrimmMonarch.

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H3LL3R: Whoa momma

ToxickBattery: Why are all the ladies in Remnant so hot!

Piggu910: Is that a bad thing?

ToxickBattery: Just an observation.

Judicatorbanana: This going to be good!

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GrimmMonarch: Why hello everyone it is a pleasure to meet you all this fine day, and hello to you as well, Ember, it is a pleasure to meet you again. How have you been my dear?

Fall4Me: I am well my, Queen. How are you feeling?

GrimmMonarch: I am quite well today. Well, bar the fact that my tea has gone cold, but that is nothing to really concern myself with.

Fall4Me: I shall get you a new cup of tea at once my, Lady!

GrimmMonarch: Ahh~! Ember my dear, you’re doing it again.

Fall4Me: EEEP!

The chat exploded into a choir of hearts as they heard the cute squeak escape, Fall4Me’s lips.

To those chosen few that knew; back in the days of, World of Remnant: Hunters, and Monsters, GrimmMonarch had adopted a stern, but caring motherly attitude to dealing with the, Cabal, and its members. A demeanour that, Fall4Me instantly gravitated to.

For, GrimmMonarch adopting such a demeanour had become a coping mechanism to dealing with the lose she could barely endure, and as to why, Fall4Me stuck so close to her was to have what she never had when she was young.

They were simply two broken people cleaning to each other to mend their broken hearts. And, while their hearts had mended, some old habits were hard to break.

GrimmMonarch: It’s been years since we last play, WoRHM, and yet you seemingly still haven’t shaken off that loyal subject persona of yours.

Fall4Me: I can’t help it! It’s reflex at this point!

GrimmMonarch: We will have to fix that bad habit of yours. But, in the meantime, what are we doing on this fine day?

Fall4Me: Well, my chat has been pestering me for quite sometime about something, and because you had more… involvement with this situation, I thought it would be best to have you around to tell everyone what happened.

GrimmMonarch: Situation?

The Lady’s eyebrow shot up as she mulled over the word, until her mouth opened as a hum of realization escaped her lips.

GrimmMonarch: You are referring to the, ‘Scorpion Incident,’ aren’t you?

Fall4Me: Yes. During a video where, Errant was…

GrimmMonarch: Errant? Do you mean, ErrantryPaladin by chance?

Fall4me: Yes, do you know him?

GrimmMonarch: We spent some time together after the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’ Do continue my dear.

Fall4Me: Of corse; Before I did my first stream, Errant saw my announcement video, and regaled his viewers with the tale about my character, his interactions with the cabal, and the bloody retribution he wrought upon the, Cabal.

GrimmMonarch: Oh, so it was him who unleashed that half baked, Grimm-Titan upon us.

Fall4Me: You didn’t know? No wait, he never told anyone until that stream, of course you didn’t know.

GrimmMonarch: No, but I always had this stinking suspicion that he did. There was something about, Errant’s behaviour that that told that he knew something about the, Titan attack, but he never said what that something was.

Fall4Me: I never suspected a thing, I had no idea that, that, Titan was encouraged into attacking the, Cabal. I thought it was mere happenstance that it attacked us.

GrimmMonarch: It shows you how effective, Errant’s plan was that we all were none the wiser to his scheming. But, enough talking about our, Rusted Knight. Let me regale you with the story of the rise, and fall of the, Grimm Cabal.

GrimmMonarch: I played WoRHM, for a long time. From the beginning to the end… I believe I had over four thousand hours on the game…

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KinofPenguin : 4000 hrs?!

buggermeoldchap: WoRHM was around long enough for someone to have played that long.

ICSTARS: Most of the top plays averaged 4-5 k hrs

RaverKitty: The highest was around 7 k

ToxickBattery: Was it, Headmaster Ozpin?

Meol’mucker: Who else would have played it that long?

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GrimmMonarch: Because I played so long, my level was… two hundred and, thirtyseven. I was nearly around three hundred by the time I stopped playing.

Fall4Me: Two hundred, and thirty seven?! I guessed you were over level one hundred, but to be double that?

GrimmMonarch: The leaders of the academies, and well as myself, the former leader of the, Cabal each had an average level around two hundred, and fifty. It was part of the reason I was scouted to be the, Queen of the Grimm. I could have been the Headmistress of, Mistral Academy, but the idea of leading the, Cabal was an oh so much more tantalizing idea~!

Fall4Me: Who had the highest level; Headmaster Ozpin?

GrimmMonarch: You would assume, Ozpin, and you would assume wrong.

Fall4Me: Wrong?! But, he was the best headmaster among the five of you. How come he isn’t the strongest?

GrimmMonarch: You forget how the experience points is distributed. Ozpin mostly fought in teams, so the exp from a quest, or Grimm slaying was distributed among the team. If, you primarily fought alone however, all the exp would go to you. So, care to guess who had the highest level now, Dear?

Fall4Me: Uhhh… E-ErrantryPaladin…?

GrimmMonarch: Ding~Ding~Ding~! That is correct my dear.

Fall4Me: ErrantryPaladin?! He had the highest level…?! How high?

GrimmMonarch: At the closing of the servers, Ozpin had a level of three hundred, and sixty three. Errant however, he had a level of four hundred, and eighty two.

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RangerSnake: 482?!

emptythrone: It was nearly 500?!

Seventwothreepie: Probably played for at least 6k hrs

PlacatedBadger: Explain why he never joined in the tournament matches.

TheBadgers~!: He’d whipe the floor with an entire academy

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Fall4Me: Why did he bother sending that, Titan after us? He could have levelled the guild single handedly…

GrimmMonarch: Considering what happened during the, Apprentice Massacre, I believe, Errant wanted to make sure we suffered. I’ve seen him be rather vindictive to rather cruel players in the game.

GrimmMonarch: Now then, while I was in charge of the, Cabal, I had several powerful members join the, Cabal. Yourself included, Ember. But, while I had several powerful members under command, we were all jokesters, and bullies to a certain extent. Until the massacre happened, the worst the Cabal did was have, Grimm attack settlements, and teams of, Hunters. We were seen as a general nuisance that added spice to the game.

GrimmMonarch: But, after the massacre many of the, Academies started a witch hunt for our members, their attempts to find us mostly ended in failure. Until, Errant evidently sent that, Titan after us we were fine, but that, Titan crippled the, Cabal. Instead of causing Grimm attacks on settlements, and Hunter teams. We were stuck doing raiding missions in an attempt to recoup our strength. Many members left the guild because they couldn’t deal with the pressure the, Academy’s were mounting on them. And despite our best efforts, it seemed we were getting nowhere.

GrimmMonarch: That’s when several players decided to meet together irl, and discuss what they could do to fix the problem. And, this enters in stage left, the culprit of that fateful day… Tyrion Callows…

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Meol’mucker: Man that name sounds evil.

H3LL3R: Sounds creepy.

DaSting: I don’t like where this story is going.

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Fall4Me: Wait, Tyrion Callows is his actual name?

GrimmMonarch: Yes it is. Most players use an alias while playing instead of their real name, however, since no one would know that it is his real name unless he told someone, well it worked at the end of the day.

Fall4Me: I remember the few missions I did with him, he was always seem unhinged. Wasn’t the, Apprentice Massacre his idea?

GrimmMonarch: It was indeed. He was sorely reprimanded when I discovered it was his plan. I should have taken that as a sign…

Fall4Me: A sign? A sign for what?

GrimmMonarch: Of things to come…

She hummed to herself as she contemplated what she was about to say; about how she could say it, and how her audience would talk what she was about to say.

GrimmMonarch: It was seven of them at a diner, including, Tyrian. There were several humans, and faunas there. While they were there, they discussed several ways to revitalize the, Cabal. But, peoples view of the, Cabal was ruined by the events of the, Apprentice Massacre, so it was neigh on impossible for us to recruit new members. And, because we had been raiding so many towns, dust depots, and general supply trains in order to rebuild the, Cabal after the, Titan attack, the Academies started making more missions to protect those assets. The Cabal was at a standstill, we couldn’t push forward with any plans because we were so broken. At that point, the Cabal was a dead man walking…

Fall4Me: Then what happened?

GrimmMonarch: One of them suggested that it would be best to abandon the, Cabal then. Everyone should abandon the, Cabal, me included. We couldn’t get any more supplies, we can’t get any new members, more were leaving every day, it was just a matter of time until the, Cabal was disbanded. The six of them agreed that this was the only course of action. They decided they would bring it before me at the next meeting. But, Tyrian… Tyrian snapped…

Fall4Me: Snapped…?

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DaSting: I REALLY don’t like where this is going!

Judicatorbanana:I’m starting to regret asking what happened.

LevenAngel: I regret a great many things!

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GrimmMonarch: Tyrian started calling everyone a traitor, that they betrayed the, ‘Goddess,’ and that they will all be brought to pay for their transgressions.

GrimmMonarch: They told him to relax, since it was all just a game, but then… Tyrian grabbed a knife, and…

Fall4Me: He didn’t…

GrimmMonarch: Yes, he did…

Fall4Me’s voice fell into a small whisper as realization dawned on her at what that implied. She didn’t want her to continue this story, but she knew that she needed to finish it.

GrimmMonarch: Of the six people, three of them died due to knife wounds… the other three barely managed to survive, however medical personnel managed to come in time to save them. Thought his poison was quite effective.

Fall4Me: And, Tyrian, what about him?

GrimmMonarch: The police were in the area, so they managed to get there quickly, and when they were in the process of attempting to arrest him, he stung one of the officers, while the other one gunned him down.

Fall4Me: So he’s dead, Tyrian’s dead right?

GrimmMonarch: In the police report it indicated he when he attacked one of the officers there to arrest, Turian, his colleague unloaded his entire magazine into him. I can assure you, he is most certainly dead.

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Amogsus: Well that’s depressing.

Kalper: Sounds like he couldn’t differentiate reality from fiction

SuspiciousDucky: Poison? Did he have poison on him?

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Fall4Me: Yes… SuspiciousDucky…

GrimmMonarch: Oh that’s a cute name~!

Fall4Me: Oh it is… Ahem! Yes that is a good question; What did you mean by, ‘His poison was quite effective?’

GrimmMonarch: What has, Tyrian’s character in game?

Fall4Me: He played this lanky scorpion faunas… wait…? Was he an actual scorpion faunas?!

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he was; Poisonous stinger, and all.

Fall4Me: Whoa… Wait, how do you know all of this? Did one of the victims tell you?

GrimmMonarch: Yes, and no. Tyrian said, they betrayed the, ‘Goddess,’ the survivors deduced that he was talking about me. So, I was called in for questioning by the police about this whole fiasco.

Fall4Me: They arrested you?

GrimmMonarch: No, nothing of the sorts. Just asked me some questions regarding, Tyrian’s personality, and the events that lead to this happening. I got to talk to the others who got hurt, and I learned their side of the story. After I received permission from them, and the police I told everyone in the guild what happened. That was where the end began.

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RangerSnake: Wait, Ember you didn’t know about all of this?

Linxder: Yeah, you were in the guild when this happened

7uwu7: Were you?

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Fall4Me looked away from her stream for a moment, before she replied to her chat’s question with a nervous lint to her voice.

Fall4Me: Uhh… No. I had stopped playing the game before this happened. I would have been there when it happened, but some… things happened.

GrimmMonarch: Best leave it at that chat. Now, I told the rest of the members of the, Cabal at a guild meeting what happened. Their reactions were varied, and understandable to the news of what, Tyrian did, and the loss of their friends. I then brought up one of the notions one of the members brought forward as to what the future of the, Cabal should be.

GrimmMonarch: Wether to continue rebuilding the, Cabal, or to disband the, Cabal. It was a unanimous vote to disband the guild… Even I didn’t vote to continue rebuilding the, Cabal. We were as good as dead anyway.

GrimmMonarch: We had one farewell party among us to celebrate the legacy, the good parts that is, that was the, Grimm Cabal. And, after everyone left one by one… all that remained was myself. I contacted the staff, informed them of what had happened, and then I told them to close the, Cabal. And, with that… the, Cabal died.

GrimmMonarch: You know… I always thought the last death cry of the, Cabal would be felt by the whole server as it fought to the death in one glorious battle for the fate of, Remnant itself!

GrimmMonarch: And, yet we left with barely a whisper…

Fall4Me: …

GrimmMonarch: So, there you have it chat; That is the tale of how the, Cabal fell. If those of you who were once players in, WoRHM, know only that the, Cabal was disbanded. Former members of the, Cabal who left the guild, and either returned to their former academies, or restated their account. Considering the nature of why the, Cabal disbanded the members didn’t want to talk about it, and just said, ‘There was an incident with a scorpion.’ Hence where the, ‘Scorpion Incident’ earned its name.

Fall4Me: Wow… I had no idea… I always assumed, Tyrian did something, but I would have never expected that he did that?!

GrimmMonarch: Yes… he did…

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Meol’mucker: Is this the first time, you told anyone about this my, Goddess? Outside of the Cabal that is.

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GrimmMonarch: Oh my~? Calling me a goddess already~? Well, I don’t mind chat, but do show some restraint my dears~!

The chat swiftly exploded into a shower of hearts as the, Grimm Queen smiled sultry at the screen.

GrimmMonarch: But, no, I told the, Headmasters, and Headmistresses of the various academies what happened. I explained to them that the, Cabal was to be disbanded, and the various members would be either restarting their accounts, or simply return back to the academy of their origin. I told them to kindly accept them back in, and to not tell anyone about the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’

Fall4Me: And, you didn’t tell anyone else about all of this?

GrimmMonarch: There was one other who knew; Care to guess who~?

Ember’s model swayed as a brief laugh escaped her lips, she knew precisely who else learned the tale of the, ‘Scorpion Incident.’ After all, he had a knack for finding out about such things.

Fall4Me: Tell me my, Lady. How did, Errant learn about the fall of the, Cabal?

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7uwu7: Ha!

Amongsus: Knew it

DaSting: Who else but him?

emptythrone: That guy really gets around

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GrimmMonarch: Oh, how did you know it was him~?

Fall4Me: My darling wolf had the reputation across the server as an information broker. He had the most uncanny ability to find out about the most minuet of details that happened on the other side of the world.

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he did. Despite never seeing my human form before, he was able to instantly identify me in my human form, and I had not even said hello to him at that.

Fall4Me: ‘Human form?’

GrimmMonarch: What? Did you think that I always had this beautiful appearance you see before you?

Fall4Me: Well… that makes sense. But, I’ve never seen you in any other form, but the one I see before me. I never say you as a…

GrimmMonarch: As a what…?

GrimmMonarch: A human?

At the click of a button, the LadyofDarkness, The GrimmMonarch’s body changed, no longer was she a monster of death, and despair. Now lay before them for all to see was a lady of elegance that exuded an air of royalty that was unmatched by all those who stood before her. And, yet… when one looked into her eyes, one couldn’t help but see a sad little girl, longing for something forever out of her reach.

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Meol’mucker: YOOOOO!!!

7uwu7:😍😍😍

Laven: Damn!

ICSTARS: Who said she can be so hot!

RangerSnake: Smash

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Fall4Me: Ohh~! You look beautiful your grace!

GrimmMonarch: Thank you, Ember. This was the form I adopted before, and after the, Cabal. It is what I always imagined what, The Girl in the Tower’ looked like when I read that short story.

Fall4Me: ‘Fairytales of the World of Remnant?’

GrimmMonarch: That’s the one, in fact whilst I was using this skin, I went by the name, EVAnora, or EVA for short.

Fall4Me: That’s a nice name.

GrimmMonarch: Thank you~! Now, back to our, Knight. He stumbled upon me as I was slaying some, Beowulfs, small fry, hardly anything to worry about. Anyway, he walked over, and said, ‘I bare glad tidings to the, the LadyofDarkness, the Queen of Grimm.’

Fall4Me: …?

Fall4Me: Pfff! Ah-hahahaha~! Did he really say that?

GrimmMonarch: Indeed he did! It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help, but laugh at it as well. Despite, Errant’s reserved demeanour, he can be quite the endearing character when he wants to.

Fall4Me: Quite so, I’ve seen him converse with fellow players, he can be quite the smooth talker when he wants to. It’s can be quite scary at times…

GrimmMonarch: Are you referring to the time he swindled, Vacuo’s merchant guild into revealing where the slave camps were, or the time he caused the falling out of, Dazzling Spear Hunter Teams?

Fall4Me: Wait?! He did that?! I was talking about the time he tricked the, Crimson Brigade into attack the bandits base during the, Season of Fire event, that triggered a Grimm Horde event?!

GrimmMonarch: He did what?!

#rwby #jaune arc #cinder fall #rwby salem #rwby ozpin #tyrian callows

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berrypass-de-murdler · 2 months ago

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2 - 41 Death to Carnivores!

What am I doiinngggggggg with my liffeeeeee 😭

I was up til 1:30 AM writing this and now I gotta rush to post it cuz I slept late again-

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico was up all night thinking about Champagne’s threat. ‘The global revolution’. They’re going to send troops to the mainland. No one will be safe.

IRRATINO: Logico! LOGICO: Wh… what? IRRATINO: I know what’ll cheer you up. LOGICO: Do you… IRRATINO: I’m gonna take you to an animal rescue. There’s nothing more wholesome than that! LOGICO: All right, I guess… as long as I don’t have to touch anything…

Logico didn’t know that Cryptozoologist Cloud owns a very large animal sanctuary, but he does now!

CLOUD: Hello.

Farm animals are resting in a barn, and there are way, way too many squirrels jumping around outside.

LOGICO: I can’t say I’m comfortable? IRRATINO: Logico, it’s alright! They’re more scared of you than you are of them. LOGICO: I’m not SCARED

A llama turns to look at Logico with its eyes. In a world full of anthropomorphic animals, this really feels not right. As he sneakily tries to find a place to hide, he encounters a dead human with a half-eaten squirrel in their grasp. If Irratino saw this, he’d be traumatized for life! He has to find a way to solve this murder without him seeing. And that’s going to be difficult…

The Blues are here to adopt a puppy or something. Logico can’t shake that last encounter with them and the lore they revealed.

BLUE: ONE PUPPY PLEASE! (Why not two?) ONE. CLOUD: You’re too young. BLUE: No I’m not! I’m 83! CLOUD: Where’s your ID. BLUE: ID? You ID YOURSELF!

Logico has to interview them - but deep down he knows that while they are tougher than most their age, they’d never sleep again after seeing that particular body. (Then again, they seemed fine when one was pinned to the wall.)

BLUE: (Whatever, let’s go catch a squirrel.)

Cloud turns around and screams high-pitched. It’s really creepy for some reason.

LOGICO: Oh god, you saw- CLOUD: Oh thank goodness. First, I thought I saw a Bigfoot. Then, I realized it was only Mx. Tangerine with a head of cabbage.

Tange crushes a pumpkin with their bare hand. They are gonna kill a bitch for that.

BLUE: Whoa, I didn’t even SEE you! You look exactly like the pigs! TANGERINE: Never have I so strongly wanted to maim a- LOGICO: OKAY. Everyone, calm down.

He has to man up and tell Irratino about the body, even if it will scar him. This whole time, the goat lord has just been sitting outside amongst the squirrels. He lays down in the grass, feeding them broccoli for some reason and giggling hysterically as they crawl over him. He picks one up and starts fawning over it like a baby, and Logico tears up. How is he supposed to tell him about the looming future? Or is this a sign to stop being so paranoid? He just runs up to him and gives him a hug for no reason.

IRRATINO: [surprised] Hi, Logico! You got the squirrels to trust you? LOGICO: [buries his face into him] no… there was a murder, but it’s done now. It was Cryptozoologist Cloud themselves. CLOUD: How can it be a murder if I did it to save a life?! Why is the life of a human I killed worth any more than the thousands of animals they’ve killed in their lifetime? I did nothing wrong! IRRATINO: Aww, I love you! LOGICO: Ahem. It would be more effective to promote a vegetarian lifestyle and NOT associate it with murder. CLOUD: Well, I didn’t expect to get caught! LOGICO: You didn’t even bury the-

The end!

(sorry it's shorter than usual I was rushing both then and now rip)

(it'll be better tomorrow)

(I hope)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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kyndredravenstories · 4 months ago

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Eyes of Infinity: Delirium Chapter 4

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/148517998#workskin

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3

I'm moving.

Floating.

But, everything around me is still.

My senses, too.

Still numb.

Still cold.

Still blind.

Breathing is a chore. I struggle to expand my lungs. If I pause, I don't think I'll ever breathe again.

Too hard. Maybe I should just stop trying.

The darkness tempts.

The void.

But above me, a murder of crows cries out in the night.

Cawing. Clamoring. Shrieking.

After this battle, they should have plenty of corpses to feast on. So, why clamor? Why cry out to the moon in a bloodthirsty song?

Stupid birds.

How terribly annoying.

Just loud enough to keep me from sinking into nothingness.

A shadow looms nearby. I sense it. In the emptiness, it calls to me. And, I can't help but answer. I reach for it, but I can't see. I need to open my eyes. If I don't, then I can't find him.

I try.

I struggle, blinking against a haze of color and motion.

Something warm against my cheek. A voice is speaking. Deep. Rumbling. Like the purring of a lion.

The front of my body is hot while my back is freezing.

The voice keeps speaking, and I finally recognize it.

Sylus.

I try to call for him, but my lips are numb. My voice is thinner than air.

The warmth against my cheek moves to the top of my head. Sliding over my hair then resting beneath my chin. It's a familiar calloused hand. Fingers tip up my face.

Sylus's face swims into view. It's night, and it's dark; pitch black. Yet, his face is perfectly illuminated in the wan evening glow. A frightening and bewitching visage. His eyes blaze as they look down at me. Moonlight paints his hair a gleaming white; it shines as it frames his temples.

"Sylus," I croak out.

Just saying that one word takes everything out of me.

His expression is devoid of anything, yet the line of his mouth speaks of thinly veiled anger.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he returning to N109 for some dangerous errand?

I feel like I'm floating again. The ground beneath me shifts. I smell gun oil mixed with LUMINIS. Realization grips me. I'm draped over someone's back.

"Get her out of here, Luke," Sylus commands without breaking our eye contact.

"Yes, Boss."

The LUMINIS burns my skin. It stings like biting acid, trapped between my front and Luke's back.

With a sudden gasp, I panic. Start to squirm.

"No," I whisper. "Don't...touch me."

"Whoa, lady, calm down would you?" Luke grumbles beneath me, his grip tightening on the backs of my legs. Pain slams into me with the force of a grenade. The more I move, the more it hurts. Everywhere. But, I persist. Doesn't he know? Doesn't he know the LUMINIS will kill him if it touches him?

I keep fighting against his hold. "Poison..." I choke out. "It'll get on you..."

"Ellara."

Just my name. Said in a tone that brooks no disobedience. A threat and a command all in one. From Sylus, it's a decree. I stop moving. I've only heard him say my name a handful of times. I turn my head to look at him; the angry line of his mouth persists. His eyes demand my compliance, and I don't have it in me to resist. My body goes limp.

Sylus steps back, one hand resting in his pocket. Black and crimson gathers around him like a cloud of malice and fury. His eyes soften, just for a moment. "Luke and Kieran will take you somewhere safe. Wait for me."

I close my eyes. Keeping them open is just too hard.

"Hang on tight, lady," Luke says from somewhere very very far away.

"She can't, Luke," Kieran chides. "Her shoulder's busted."

Movement again as Luke shifts his weight between his feet. Then he jumps, and the world dips and sways. The motion is somehow comforting. Perhaps I should be scared of these two men. I've seen their ruthlessness first hand. But, Sylus trusts them with my life, and that's good enough for me.

"You staying somewhere close by, Lady?" Luke asks.

"Boss said not to go to the hotel," Kieran cuts in. "Need to stop the bleeding or he'll have our hides."

"The Tub then?" Luke offers.

"Good thinking."

From there, I lose track of the conversation. They chatter about some nonsense I can't understand. Something tickles right under my nose and the back of my throat. I cough and taste blood. Looks like the LUMINIS is running through my system.

"Oi, Lady," Kieran pats my cheek. "What's going on with you?"

"Poison," I mumble, nearing delirium. "Wash...off..."

"Definitely the Tub, then," Luke says beneath me.

It's the last thing I hear for a while.

With the freezing winds comes the first snow of the year. It comes down hard and fast, blanketing the veranda in white and giving the scene an interesting kind of contrast.

Sylus watches Luke and Kieran disappear into the shadows of the night with forced dispassion. He's leaving something precious to him with a pair of mentally unstable murderers. Yet, aside from at his own side, there is no safer place for Ellara now.

Particularly now that Noxis has found her.

With the twins, she is in good hands. His masked monsters are heartless, and in that savagery lies unwavering loyalty. Beasts can only be controlled by fear of something stronger than them. In knowing that there exists no greater power than his own, Luke and Kieran choose to serve Sylus as their leader. They are well aware of the resources at his command, and they will do what they must to ensure the woman survives until their master can return.

Pondering over it now serves no purpose, so he releases all concern for her wellbeing.

There is business to be concluded here tonight, a pathetic little rebellion he should have squashed months ago.

As the snow covers everything around him, Sylus's true hunt begins. He turns on his heel, his crimson eyes aglow with bloodlust, a crooked smile gracing his striking features. With both hands in his pockets, he strides across the veranda, stepping over mangled bodies to move to a group of huddled men moaning and crying as they cower in terror. A pitch black mist surrounds them, holding them captive.

Above, Mephisto's greedy crows cry out to feast, their hunger insatiable.

Blood splats and spatters around Sylus's shoes as he takes each step, mixing into a red slush as he walks. And with each stride, more and more black mist gathers around him. Like a snake, it rises up and strikes, wrapping phantom claws and hands around one of the men and lifting him into the air. The man screams in abject horror, foaming at the mouth when the mist begins to break and snap his fingers one by one. The same filthy fingers that hit a certain Hunter in the head with a club.

An eye for an eye.

Now if only Ellara could grasp the concept.

Had she aimed for vitals with her shots, this night might have ended altogether differently. She'd always been too soft. Too merciful. Even then.

Glancing down at the others, his expression is one of disinterest. He's used to cowards shaking and begging before him. Why are humans always so predictable?

"I have some questions," he says. "Answers will be rewarded with less pain." The man in the grasp of the mist begs for his life, but his sputtering is not the response Sylus needs. When the coward is used up, he throws his lifeless body aside and moves to the next. "Who will volunteer?"

"Help us!" the second man shrieks as the mist drags him backwards by his ankles. "Malakai! Please help us!"

The wind picks up speed, scattering the crows circling above. Sylus looks towards the roof of the Mythe, his lips curling into an amused smirk when he sees a lone silhouette crouched there.

"There you are," he says. "How many more of your pawns should I kill before you decide to greet me?" Sylus smiles, his hands still in his pockets. "Or do I need to burn this anthill to the ground to get to you?"

The figure jumps down, and as it lands, the very ground shakes. The air shudders. A man straightens and stands tall, dressed in dark military armor. Sleek metal covers vulnerable points of his body, including his knees and parts of his gloves. He removes his hood and mask, revealing smoldering violet eyes and onyx hair.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Malakai Noxis?" Sylus asks.

"I'm humbled you remember me," Malakai replies with a sneer. He bows mockingly.

"You've certainly made a nuisance of yourself." Taking a step forward, Sylus crushes a bunch of glass shards under his foot. "This game you're playing with Evol disrupters and false Protocores has become difficult to ignore."

Malakai chuckles. "Oh? I'm honored. It's just a side project, really."

Sylus strokes his chin. "And yet, I don't recall giving you permission to operate on my turf."

"You have no jurisdiction outside N109, Sylus. The rules are different here." His gives a toxic grimace, eyes burning with malice.

"Malakai!" the men in Sylus's grasp scream. "Please help us!" The man's sneer deepens, a shadow crossing his face. Before the captives can say another word, something hisses as it wraps around their bodies. With a series of crunches and pops, the men are crushed like tin cans in a metal press. Blood sprays onto the snow and the other prisoners. They cry out in fear and cower. More screams as the other men meet the same end as their comrades.

Sylus watches carefully, analyzing, memorizing. This is a blatant display of power. Malakai wants him to know that his Evol has grown much stronger than before. Amusing, really. What a hopeless fool. No matter how strong his Evol grows, Malakai could never hope to measure up to him.

"If you think I'll give you any scrap of territory out here, you've got some surprises coming," Malakai scowls.

Sylus's smile never wavers even as Malakai finally attacks. The man sends a massive wave of force flying towards Sylus. It uproots half of the veranda with its might. Splintered wood and debris are launched into the air. Invisible hands grip the larger pieces and use them as weapons, firing them in Sylus's direction. But, none of it even ruffles Sylus's clothes. As the shockwaves and hurtling pieces of wood and metal pass him, a shield of black mist keeps him protected.

In the aftermath, Malakai stands still, fury marring his features. His fists are clenched at his side. The air fills with screams of the Mythe's patrons as people run out of the building in a stampede. The gun fight and now this must have been a catalyst to cause mass panic. Their centerpiece destroyed, their auction thwarted, and much of their manpower extinguished - this could not have been a worse night for Noxis.

And still, it was not enough. Sylus had neglected these upstarts long enough, and now Ellara was paying the price. Tonight would be their last, once and for all.

More men funnel out of the doorways to the veranda. At Malakai's command, they open fire. Blasters, guns, and rifles blast and tear apart the quiet snowy eve. Bullets of all shapes and sizes soar through the air. Ignoring the ensuing chaos, Malakai lifts his arms. With a howling and groaning of shattered wood and rending metal, he lifts a colossal chunk of the roof off the building. With a flick of his wrist, he rips it completely off and away. Another gesture and the massive thing flies towards Sylus. As it's hurtling in his direction, black mist wraps around the object and dyes it blood red. None of the bullets hit their mark, and by the time the other object reaches Sylus's shield, it's burned to a crisp. A snap of Sylus's fingers finishes it off, transforming the rooftop into nothing but ashes.

The men around Malakai balk, their faces draining of all color as they comprehend the power they've just witnessed.

"Is it my turn?" Sylus asks, tilting his head. He pulls a small device out of his pocket. "I'd love to play a few rounds with you, but I'm somewhat pressed for time."

He pushes the button in his hand.

Malakai's eyes widen. He realizes what's about to happen and launches himself off what's left of the veranda into the murky water of the river below.

A moment passes.

And then the world goes up in flames.

One by one, blinding explosions rip and tear into the night club, illuminating the surrounding night like fireworks.

More screaming as people shriek and stampede over each other to evacuate. They slip on wet and icy concrete, tripping over falling bodies and tearing at one another's clothes. Sylus watches them kill and maim each other in their haste to get to safety.

Human cruelty never ceases to amuse him.

His watch buzzes on his wrist. He frowns when he sees Luke's name on the caller ID.

Wrapping the mist around himself, he teleports some distance away and takes the call.

"Boss," Luke says, his voice tense. "Boss, you better come quick. The Lady isn't going to last much longer. We've got her in the Tub, but that shit that spilled all over her is eating her alive."

Sylus ends the call.

He looks to Mephisto's crows flying above and calls to his companion.

Ensure things are clean here, Sylus commands.

Mephisto agrees.

With one final look at the array of explosions still going off behind him, Sylus vanishes into the night.

#love and deepspace #sylus/mc #sylusposting #sylus x mc #sylus love and deepspace #sylus #eyes of infinity delirium #love and deepspace fanfic #lnds #lnds xavier #lnds fanfic #lnds sylus

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bloodwards · 3 months ago

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Hello???? Your new url!! Is it 🎶whoa-hoa-hoa-hoa🎶season for you, too? Anyway, I love it so much <3

omg thank you 🥺🥺🥺

low key the url is a silly little way of holding hands with both current biggest Obsessions - vampire the masquerade (since some vampires in that lore and especially eva from my pfp can cast blood wards!) and also the locked tomb (since they also have blood wards as part of their necromantic thing :D)

#low key forgor about the halloween season until everything on the dash was pumpkins and skeletons lmao #but hey if it fits 😁#also thank you for the ask babe <3 #so nice to hear from you always!!

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ask-a-broken-boombox · 8 months ago

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“I-i May not know how long it’s been, but i-i do know that I am not safe…”

an ask/RP blog for the Boombox’s Boombox of my (@local-angst-satan-diinosour11) Phighting au called the Order au! OOC will be designated by (())

RULES:

No NSFW please! Gore (not irl please and don’t bomb me with it!) is fine tho as there’s a LOT of physical injuries in this au

PROSHIPPERS DNI

Don’t be weird, please

This along with any possible other bonus chapters will not be in the au proper and is only for the tumblrverse version of the timeline unless stated otherwise!

TAGS:

Angst Satan [OORP]

I-if there’s anyone out there… [IMPORTANT POST]

O-oh! H-hello!.. [ASK]

Being on my own c-can’t be too bad.. [POST]

Ooo look at this! [REBLOG]

I-I wish I knew who you were.. [ANONS]

Whoa…. [DEITIES]

I-I recognize you! [PHIGHTERS]

It’s good to see someone out here!.. [NPCS]

I’m.. not the only one?.. [SENTIENT WEAPONS]

Y-you remind me of someone… [BOOMBOXES]

What… happened?…. [WORLDBUILDING/LORE]

T-this needs to be seen to be believed- [ART]

alongside normal Phighting tags!

AU LINK:

#Order au | local-angst-satan-diinosour11

OTHER GEARS:

Hyperlaser’s Hyperlaser (Max)

Banham’s Banhammer (Post)

Scythe’s Right Arm (Heart) (INACTIVE)

Fake Chartruse (Pixle) (INACTIVE)

#Angst Satan [OORP]#I-if there’s anyone out there… [IMPORTANT POST]

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ruelin024 · 9 months ago

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I wanna have opinions so uh, what do you think of my SacredFell AU? (So far anyway haha)

Hello, my mutual compadre, @littleyukki5033 , I have traveled down to the depths of your blog and will now commence judgment.

Kehehehe. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[Gonna be long, I like/wanted to try making my responses worthwhile and attentive, to show you I went in on your AU and posts.]

(And you can laugh at me or with me on this, but I may not be the best at giving opinions, 😖 I think. Just know I'm typing this with my miniscule overthinkin’ brain and hurt wrist.)

START!

Feb 4: Don’t be afraid to post your AU and talk about it, beautiful or not, unique or not, complicated or not, similar or not, cringe or not, demented or not, eh or not.

Share your mind, you’ll find people who share it with you. And if you get hate, show them San’s ass or something. It tells others how nonexistent they are to you. (though I’ve seen someone draw Sans very beautifully thicc, we will keep in mind he is bones, which we indeed simp for).

Observe Exhibit A:

(I found this silly image saved on my desktop, so I thought it'd be cool to share it with you.)

So never let a negative comment change your love and view of your au and undertale.

Undertale is amazing, it’s good to ramble, even if others don’t talk about it, even if you’ll never get reciprocated. There’s other people there reading it, like me sometimes I read and forget to heart, or I don’t heart a post because I don’t wanna bombard their notifications and all that.

Yes, post your art, even if you’ve got no idea what to post, doodle, ask for ideas, or even take a break. I think it’s beautiful to share your mind’s eye. Show no fear, you’ve got this!

Everyone starts where you were once.

Feb 12: Your Introduction of your own Underfell AU called SacredFell

I am interested. I am in fact one of many who are and will be interested for days to come, for as long as you build and love your AU, as it becomes whatever completion you dreamt of it to be, so on and so forth, even if one day you stop.

I’m finna be there bruh, late or on time.

And imma let you know that right now as you reading this. You actually asked me first about your AU and lemme tell you, you beat me to it. I actually have fanart for you. AND was gonna find a time to ask you first.

(~(>_<。)＼ Usually I'm ready to send art cause I plan before hand, but someone used a wrist twist move on me for fun recently. ಥ_ಥ)

Anyway, moving forward.

Frisk and Chara of SacredFell: I enjoy teh designs. And me personally, I like Frisks design, the fact Frisk went through multiple design phases is nice to know. Would you ever show Frisk's previous designs?

Oof, you changed SacredFell Sans height from 5’2 to 6ft, damn what a stretch. And he part of the Royal Guard, whoa! 😆hotsome big skeleman.

Also, I love the art style of @/melikitinas, too. 💖

Feb 14: … ScaredFell Papyrus…. I-... 11ft height, yeah, we gonna need a height chart. I short, so they a fucking tree at this point, imagine Paps just bending at the waist towards a shorty like me, he’s gotta be prone on the ground or something. AND his fine ass a 2nd in Command Royal Guard, too. ○( ＾皿＾)っ AWWHEHESJDHWU ✨

Feb 21: LORE Ah, so the beginning is different, interesting. *reads through it with glasses* (I was recently working on my other OCs at the time as well :D.)

Yukki sounds like a good character! And portaled? Oooooh, portaled, I wanna know backstory!

Did Yukki not go through the ruins? She just collapsed in Snowdin? Was she unconscious the entire time she was taken to Asgore, up until Toriel saved her?

And usually humans, are strong, is Yukki weak due to something? (you don’t have to reveal too much lore unless you wanna) How much power does Yukki have? Why does it drain so quickly?

Also, love Toriel, to save one instead of all, what a mother. Even if Yukki wasn’t her own, that was such a big sacrifice for the price of saving one child over freedom. I would love to see how you draw that part out.

And Toriel left Yukki behind the waterfalls, why not take Yukki with her?

Why out of all the souls, Kindness was taken, would this serve as a significant plot point in the AU?

Would Yukki grow to harbor bad intent or negative emotions towards the monster or would she end up sacrificing herself after understanding the monster’s want for freedom, would she find another way, would she resort to genocide at some point(despite her being weak)?

Would Toriel come in clutch next time Yukki is in grave danger?

And what plans would Asgore have after he gets Toriel, I would’ve expected that he wanted Toriel dead, not with a bounty on her head to be returned ALIVE to his home. I'm probably just thinking to the extremes. 😂

I like this plot. I’d love to know how Frisk and Yukki will come together. And if within the one or two years, Yukki stayed with Sans and Papyrus, would the brothers falter when they need to get their jobs done for Asgore when the time comes? Would Sans and Papyrus eventually come to value Yukki as their own friend? Does Yukki know Sans and Papyrus are working to gain her trust to betray her in the end?

Also is Toriel and Sans doing the knock knock joke through the gate in this AU too? What’s Toriel’s relationship with the characters so far? Within the time Yukki was living in the Underground, does she come to meet Toriel again?

Feb 23: YUKKI I agree Yukki is a main focal point in the beginning of this AU, I really like this. I can’t wait to see how you build this lore up. Would Toriel act again when Frisk comes? Would Toriel talk to Frisk about Yukki? How old is Yukki again? To me, Yukki looks like she has a strong presence, tongue sticking out, seems playful. ✨

Feb 27: Comic Heh. Middle school art is always nostalgic to look back on. I wish I still had some of mine. I threw most out due to the fact, I didn’t want physical evidence of my cringe art tying back to me, but looking back on it now. I was stupid and paranoid.

Now cringe art is one of my favorite art pieces to discover, it brings a certain emotion outta you, am I right? Yeaahh.

Anyway, I admire you for sharing your old art and comic.

An AU, especially when a creator is lovingly dedicated to it, can become hectic and mentally crowded and out of order, or as you say “all over the place.” Good luck on that journey, creating comlex stories is hard! I was overwhelmed by my own ideas and burned out at some point and stopped entirely. You make me wanna go back to my little world.

And Yukki and SacredFell Sans look like they get along noicely. yukki hand on her hip, confidence and power ✨👌 makin' Sansy sweat.

Mar 7: Yay Toriel Character Sheet Me like tall woman. She taller than Sans, haha. I gotta learn how to draw a goat at some point. And she looks good in my opinion. Do SOUL Protectors gain power from the souls? Wouldn't they accidentally at some point absorb the soul? Has any of the protectors even thought of doing that? Doesn't the barrier need one monster soul and one human soul to break the barrier, or is that different in this AU?

Mar 11: Another comic redraw, SacredFell Asgore WIP

Aw SacredFell Sans and Yukki smiling together, your old drawing of them is cute. ANd that’s a jump, good to know they're out of the underground. Hope you eventually find the right design for Yukki, that you’re gonna be satisfied with. I’m excited to find out how they got out of the underground, too.

What's the key on Sans? And the heart necklace on Yukki?

And yes, I think Tumblr does something with the quality of an image when posted, because compared to my computer view, my phone view of some posts are different a bit.

Yass, show off the Goat man.

ANd I also saw your Avatar DTIYS, looks awesome! I love the coloring, shading, and perspective!

Mar 15: Update Eh, it didn’t take a while for me to gather info on your AU, it was spread out a little yes, but not so much, for me the pacing was alright.

Ah and the ask blogs, yeah I dunno how I’m doing this tbh.

And a webtoon would be great! But I hear it’s a lot of work to put into it, take small steps, so you won’t stress or burn yourself out. But I would definitely read teh webtoon if you were to make one.

Mar 16: SacredFell Undyne WIP I love Undyne, I just dunno how to draw her yet. Love the art! She pretty.

Mar 16: SacredFell Flowey Flowey in a bag, hahahahaha. I like how annoyed he looks in the drawing.

Mar 17: SacredFell Monster Kid Another main character, you developing a lot of lore right now I bet. I wonder how MK will play out in your AU.

Mar 18,22 : It’s UNDYNE >.< Fangirling. Another Tall strong woman. And missing parents during gaster’s disappearance, is this what I think it is, a lore hint?!?!

Mar 23: Alphys Alphys is gonna be somewhat of a sly character in the plot huh, wow! And she fights, you gotta make art of that at some point! Alphys having bravery is interesting!

Pfft, you spelled “Bavery” I didn’t even notice until you mentioned it.

Mar 23: Gaster I love how you drew Sans and Papyrus in at Gaster’s “You’re in Trouble” expression.

And me like the tinted glasses as well.

Mar 24: Mettaton! He a Bravery SOUL Decoy! Was that Alphy’s idea to make him like that? Is he famous in the underground as well? He’s a looker. And he got four arms! Yuuusss!

Mar 26?: Muffet Indeed a 5’7 lady spider is a cutie patootie, the arms are good, multiple is betta. Good design! And she is also part of the Royal Guard, what will the fight be like? I’m curious!

Mar 26?: That Sacredfell Mini Comic/Story was nicely put together! The end where SacredFell Sans responds with, “I don’t know.” I enjoyed reading this conversation! And Undyne in her royal armor MWUAH!

So from all this, hopefully I did something good for you, most are just questions and comments, but I hope it served as an answer. *ahem*

A new character was added. [Yukki] = Will lead to more plot. *Check*

There’s a different backstory before the arrival of Frisk. *Check*

Toriel makes an act against Asgore before leaving, Asgore ordering Sans and papyrus to gain Yukki’s trust until the “time” comes = Complicated relationships *Check*

I can fangirl, which means I can simp, which means, I’m invested. ✨ *CHECK CHECK CHECK*

The concept is really good! (The fact Asgore would entrust the souls to another and make them SOUL Protectors, and you still fight Alphys even in the pacifist route, and I sense "things" though not sure what, but it makes me look forward to your lore.) *ChecK*

It’s a Fell type Universe. (I love Underfell) *CHECK*

The art is noice!!!! *CHecK*

I find interest in how characters will interact or encounter each other. *Check*

I can see the work put into this AU! I see their dedication based from the dates you posted things about your AU. I really look forward to seeing how you continue to develop and make art for your SacredFell AU! With what you’ve shown at this time, I can happily tell you, for me this AU is interesting, there’s potential in many areas, character development, choice of dialogue, different relationship dynamics, personality, world building, plot changes, etc.

I wish I had more to say, I think most of my response here sounded... I think repetitive, maybe some questions were even answered already and I didn't catch it? Though hopefully I conveyed to you that I think you're doing well for what've you've shown thus far!

That's my grand opinion. 😁✨

Also, I found you through graphictale au. 💕💖👌✨

😙 Both ya'll wonderful.

#answered #tried to get the posts all together #undertale au #underfell au #hopefully this makes sense #took a while #sorry for late reply #i may have rambled a bit :D #got sleepy with my research #I spent a whole night till next afternoon to give you a good answer that doesn't sound like shit #if it's not a good answer imma try again? :D #did I successfully overwhelm you #i could think of more questions #i uhhhhh #i didn't proofread this #longest writing I've done on here

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grigori77 · 1 year ago

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 76

Wow ... just wow ...

This is a good one, actually. Love LOTR, so yeah, this is great fun.

Ah yes ... Marisha is clearly NOT in the mood for his shit this week. Oh, the water spray! Yeah ... that's right ... typical Sam ... oof, this is a BAD skit ...

Laura and Ashley failing spectacular to live up to their respective character's classic accents is quite charming actually ... oh wow, has Pate FINALLY got his own t-shirt? Sweet ...

Sam: "I am Gimli, son of ... what was it?" Oh gods ...

New intro? Really? Oh shit ...

Fuck me ... I am SHOOK ... I dunno what I liked more, the lashings of Imodna or the way Fearne has such a cute and innocent smile on her face while wreaking bloody havoc ...

Matt's already having trouble with the beard. Wonderful ... Happy Halloween indeed ... XD

Aaaaaaaaagh no ... NOW he makes them roll ...

Oh, he rolled a 100? Oh ... shit no ... not a 5 ... SAMUEL FUCKING RIEGEL!!!

Ow! OW OW OW OW OW!!!

66? Please ... Taliesin: "Whose foot is coming out of my arm?"

Yeesh ... that was hairy ... but HELLO!!! Hi there, Sun Tree! Nice ...

Ooh, a greeting. Sweet ...

Marisha freaking out about hearing the Chetney voice coming from Travis dressed like Aragorn, son of Arathorn is so on point for how this session is destined to go ...

Oh man ... Laudna having traumatic flashbacks walking through Whitestone ... ouch ...

They're geeking out about being back in familiar surroundings ... ah yes, Percy's workshop. :3 Sweet ...

Tinkering? Oh, okay ... hey! Verna and Joe ... and Dancer! Yay! And Pussy 2 ... XD

Percy! Yay again! And he's just as crotchety as ever ...

Ah, so Percy and Dancer are NOT getting along, apparently ...

Whoa ... you are KIDDING ME ... NO ... NO ... IT IS NOT ... yes, it is, Allura! Sweet! All we need now is Kima showing up too and the full set is COMPLETE ...

So he has MORE of these simulacrum things. Cool ... but also not. Yeah ... crap ...

Allura knows Ludinus? Great ... but yeah, she thinks he's a douche too. Par for the course ...

The Harness is now largely RETROFITTED? Whoa ... sounds quite sleek and sexy, in fact ...

Way to go, Allura ... nice work there, clearly ...

A power still? Interesting ... the Quintessence Array? Even more so ... yeah, I figured this had the potential to be something NASTY ... yeah, good plan ... oh for ... CHETNEY!!!

The main course? Oh ... okay then ...

2 points of Fire damage AGAIN ... and a little inconvenience for Percy, too ... XD

Oh gods ... the hat ...

Children ... they're all still children ... EVERY TIME he mentions Pussy 2 ...

Allura: "This is extremely intense and extremely dangerous." FCG: "Like Chetney?" Travis (flipping his wig): "Oh baby ..."

Ashton (to Percy): "Adults are talking. Shush now." LOL

Oh, so Orym knows Allura already? Well it does make sense, of course ...

Whoa ... that was it? Oh boy ... IT'S ALIVE!!! O.O

SOMEONE ... to try it? Really?

The Vial of Cleansing Flame? Really? You're gonna start with THAT?!!!

Chet has 69 hit points ... OF COURSE he does ...

So we're really doing this ... okay then ...

Percy really is getting the short end of the stick in this at every turn and I love it ... XD

Enchanted Dishwear ... that cleans itself? Wow ... that is spectacularly crap ...

It's actually working ... oh boy ... five temporary hit points? And ... WHAT does it do Travis?

Holy fuck that us pretty choice actually ... also a little scary ...

Sam's flask ... oh my gods ... the ultimate ...

Table of Smart People ... yes, very true, Ashton ... ask the experts ...

Let's NOT Rend Ashton into a thousand pieces ... YES!!! Give it to Fearne!

Are they suggesting that Ashton and Fearne ... mate?

Allura's really gonna try going into Ashton's head? Seriously?

Aaaaaaah ... this is getting trippy ...

Dunamancy? Oh, here we go ...

Oh boy ... more Ashton backstory lore dumping! Yay! I love this stuff ...

The Luxon? Hmmmm ...

Oh shit ... the Malleus Key ... oooooh fuck ... wow, this is some heavy shit ... he DREAMS ABOUT this shit? O.O

:3 Laura mimicking the Merry waddle as she comes back to the table is adorable ...

Oooh ... is that a Mighty Nein namedrop there?

Ashton: "Wanna put a weird fire emperor in you?" Fearne: "Well, I mean it wouldn't be the first time." XD

Marisha: "Shirtcocking through Whitestone ..."

Long suffering Percival De Rolo ... XD

Laudna uses Pate to do some magical eavesdropping ... hmmm ...

A heart-to-heart with Dancer? Oh this'll be interesting, and likely really tough too ...

Wow ... this is really refreshing ... this is GROWTH ... awwwww ... yeah, we really needed this ... FCG definitely needed this ...

Ooh, some fresh info on D? Yeah, that would be helpful ... a mask? Hmmmm ... I wonder what Matt's setting up with THAT little detail ...

A hug? Really? Awwwwww ... awkward, but sweet ... :3

So Pate's listening in on Percy and Allura ... here we go ...

It's true, WE ARE currently being invaded by aliens ...

Crap, he's been discovered! Oh boy ... that is hilariously embarrassing ... he's doing the Worm? Yeah, I can imagine it's a bit disturbing ...

Oh, I love that little undead rat thing ...

Ah, food? Nice ... meanwhile the LOTR quotes continue apace ... XD

Orym is a very pretty bride, apparently ...

Discussing the particulars of the Harness ...

Large antlers? Oh! Hey! It's Keyleth! Yay!

Ah yes! The War Room! It's been a while ...

Paintings? Oh wow ... the adventures of Vox Machina! Sweet ...

Whoa ... Keyleth's MUM?!!! So cool ...

Time for a break, then ... yes, then we can concentrate on the really COOL stuff ...

Okay, here we go ...

Ah, so, the bigger picture is revealed ... hmmmm ...

The Reilora have special and specific powers against Divine magic ... ooooh ... interesting ...

Whoa, so the ongoing thing with Ruidus is making things continuously WORSE for all of magic in Exandria? Shit ... that's even worse ...

Imogen's dreams, yeah ...

Good girl, Imogen, you go ahead and mess with him telepathically ... XD

Yes. She IS very capable ...

Travis actually rolls to see if Chetney just drops dead right now ... apparently it's LOW ... oh boy ... Travis: "I'm flirting with it ..."

They are still kind of the Bumbling Fucks, but now they're becoming more powerful and important Bumbling Fucks ...

Marisha + that wig = Tilda Swinton ... fuck, once you see it, you really can't unsee it, can you?

This is what makes a bunch of heroes, right here ...

Matt: "We are not rolling for pregnancy."

Oh yeah, Caleb and Beau ... what HAS happened to them?

No teleportation to the moon ... yeah, probably not a smart move ...

Keyleth sends her mum to rally the troops and everybody grins as they quietly geek out ...

Insight check on Legendary Weapons? LOL

Oddly specific scrounging for treasure from FCG ... Percy: "Why does that sound so familiar?"

Bells Hells giving Keyleth such adorable nostalgia ...

Matt's beard is becoming comedy gold, it really is ... XD

A moment for Orym and the Voice ... :3

Keyleth advising Orym to keep an eye on Imogen due to her mother ... Keyleth: "Family ties can be ... confusing." Hmmmm ...

Does FCG know about devils? Religion check? Oh boy ...

Going on a tour of Whitestone? Hmmm ... what, go call oh Whitestone Andy? Throw some rocks at him? He was a big douche to her ...

Oh yeah, Vex was pretty fond of them all in the end, wasn't she?

They're being watched? I think I already know who this is ... Orym goes looking ... yeah, it is her, isn't it? Hello there cuteness ...

I love Gwen so much, she's such a sweetheart ...

She thinks Chetney's 4,000 years old? Awwww ... :3

Laudna introduces Gwen to Pate ... oh gods ...

Pate: "I'm very friendly ... in the presence of children." Oh gods indeed ...

Now she's showing her the Hound ... and she loves it ... ye gods even more ...

Fucking hell Ashley, how do you get 32 on an Insight check? Damn right she gets Whispers ...

Oh, she sensed something when she touched Laudna? Hmmmmm ...

Imogen, Laudna and Fearne follow her up into a room ... and now they're playing a game to try and coax her out? A group Persuasion Check? Hmmmm ...

Well this might still work ... just be honest with her ... and Laudna does just that ... then leaves? Oh ... that's really sad ...

A hatred? Oh man ... was that fucking Delilah? Damn it, it was ... bollocks ...

Planning a little Witchy Adventure after dark? Okay then ...

Ashton is wandering about with the other boys ... what, Changebringer's temple? Hmmm ...

Splitting up, now off to the Matron of Ravens' Temple ... nice secluded spot for it, definitely ... here we go ... a graveyard? Interesting ...

Oh, the Dawnfather? Interesting ... more modest and homely, at least ... here we are, Altar of the Raven ...

A statue of Vax? Oh wow ... that is awesome ...

Looking for an entrance ... oh, that was surprisingly easy ... and now it is PITCH BLACK ... hmmmm ... going downwards ...

Scrawny hairless ancient dwarf? How the hell does THAT work?

Othinon? Okay then ...

Five stone sarcophagi ... right ... so they're more symbolic, then?

Oh gods Ashton what are you doing? Dear fucking gods do not open that ... oh, very good joke there, Ashton ... but seriously, what the fuck is he doing?

And now he is SEALED INTO THE SARCOPHAGUS ... now Othinon is directing them to go into the others? Hmmmm ... Chetney and Orym and SHARING one ...

Nothing's happening so far ...

Oh shit, are they starting to trip out? Yeah, here we go ... it's very subtle but it's happening ...

Each having their own separate but similar experience, it would seem ... or ARE THEY sharing communication after all? Seems to be both ...

Oh okay ... hello there, Raven Queen ...

Now they're floating in a black shapeless void ... the Matron looking down upon them ... oh, so Ashton's going to try climbing out using one of the chains ... and it works? Now they're ALL doing it ...

The chains break? Now they're falling and she just explodes into a mass of ravens ...

Wait ... so what, was that actually some kind of blessing? Weird ...

That was quite the trip ... for all of TWO MINUTES ...

Meanwhile FCG has gone to the Horizon Temple ... oh, hello Osli! Nice to see a familiar face ...

Oh fuck ... Letters saying if something IS going to go bad he asks the Changebringer to maybe make it happen just to HIM and not to his friends ... come on, FCG ... don't destroy us emotionally like that ...

FCG really does have a very healthy relationship with his goddess, all things considered ...

So business has been particularly brisk at the temple lately ... par for the course, really ...

Sam: "Thank you, Cat Stevens." Matt: "It's the least I could do, ZZ Top."

Reconvening at the crepe stand ...

Holy shit, the guy there IS Whitestone Andy? Motherfucker ... Laudna is being magnanimous in her anonymity ...

Meanwhile Imogen is just subtly messing with him ...

Fuck, did FCG REALLY just Banish Andy? XD

Oh, NOW he finally remembers ... oh, maybe it's NOT him? Gods, I'm so confused ...

Closure ... nice ...

Back to the castle, time for rest and turning in ... Nice place go finally get some overdue PROPER rest. Reflecting on what's to be done, and what's to come ...

They almost don't let him, but Matt calls it a night after all ...

So that's that for the night ... and Happy Halloween ...

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justaduckarts · 1 year ago

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Hiya just came in to say I absolutely love your Star Holder AU and appreciate you for creating such a captivating story! 💕💕💕

On that note I happen to stumble upon a song titled At God's Mercy and thought of your fic. (I ended up picturing a whole anime intro with this song 😅)

Let me know your thoughts!

(https://youtu.be/bty7AABVB6M)

This is the version I found

Hello!

nmfdkbldsgl'ngkltd AAAAAAAA Thank you!!! I really am so glad people enjoy my AU <3 <3 <3

I listened to this song and wow, it's a really good fit! It's so darn cute, too!! I was grinning the whole time. I had a HUGE Vocaloid phase when I was younger (whoa Duck lore) so I may be a touch biased <3 <3

Thank you so much for sharing! I wish I had infinite energy, I'd make an animatic so fast.

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au

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super-kinnie-rp-world · 2 years ago

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hello kinnies it looks like you dropped something

and what's this?

a formal invitation to our discord community called Super Kinnie RP World (16+)? of course! and what is it you may be asking yourself?

well it's a general kin server, welcoming of anyone from any* source and of any* background! plenty of channels to chat in and active members at the ready to welcome you :) This includes fictionkin, otherkin, therian, objection songkin conceptkin kff etc etc etc etc the more the merrier!

*the mods have the right to deny acceptance into the server if it makes us uncomfortable, or the other members of our server. But there's no harm in trying!

but wait there's more!

it also doubles as a *roleplay* server! a separate opt-in category with many fictional settings to allow anyone you want from any source or the depths of your own mind to meet everyone else, jam packed full of lore waiting for you to explore ! anyone is allowed to create threads in this channel, allowing for infinite stories to be played! whoa!!!

you heard it here first. Join the Super Kinnie RP World kincord today!!!

#kincord #fictionkin #kin #kin discord #kin server #kinnie #otherkin #therian

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roguefortsmindscape · 2 years ago

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Salutations! Welcome to the mindscape!

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✩ Mod intro!

- Hello! I am Lemon, I am the only person running this blog lol

my main is @lemonsbakery (o゜▽゜)o☆

- When referring to me, use any pronouns you please! She/he/they/it/ze/xe anything your brain can come up with works just fine! (as long as the pronoun you plan on using is respectful ofc)

✩ Rules!

KEEP IT SFW!! I am a minor and I am uncomfortable with NSFW.

If I am uncomfortable with an ask I have the right to ignore the ask.

Please keep in mind that I have a life of my own, be patient.

Basic DNI criteria applies here (if you are unaware of what DNI criteria is, look it up)

Do not flood the askbox, please.

You are allowed to physically interact with Roguefort! You can give them stuff, show them stuff, hold their hand, etc!(/≧▽≦)/

You can ask Roguefort anything your heart desires, as long as it doesn't break the rules! You can be mean to them, you can be nice to them, anything!

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR ROGUEFORT, PLEASE.

✩ Info!

This takes place in an au called the cookie run infected AU, you can read more about it on my main blog! I have a tag for it actually, #cookie run infected au

The infected AU is a discord RP server, I play Roguefort in it, therefore, I only am responsible for Roguefort. You will not be able to ask any other cookie questions, only Roguefort is up for asks.

Roguefort is literally on the verge of insanity btw lol

This all takes place in a market!!

if you have ANY questions about ANYTHING regarding the AU don't be afraid to ask!

✩ Tags!

#roguefort answers - Neutral answers

#silly roguefort answers - Silly answers!!

#lore roguefort answers - Answers containing lore, whoa!!!

#random rogue - non-ask related content

#lemon interrupts - ME SPEAKING!! NOT ROGUEFORT, ME!!!

" Being a phantom thief requires me to be able to change my personality in an instant. I must be able to act kind, friendly, and sweet to gain the trust of fellow cookies and then strike them when they are most vulnerable. "

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#intro!!#roguefort cookie #my art btw

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crossf1recreat1ons · 1 year ago

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"LOG FEBRUARY 20TH, 2551, 11:14PM

Hello there; Dr. Amal here. I have been spending 5 years constructing a dragon with every known element there is. Borrowing genetics from many breeds of dragons, as well as other creatures, I have been testing and cloning them to see which tests would last the longest. The result is not exactly what I imagined, but it appears to last much longer than my other clones; they rarely last longer than a week. I decided to name this "breed" the Amalgamate Dragon; it is well... an amalgamation of most of the genetics and parts I used in this project. I will continue my project to create one with every element, though it is definitely going to take much longer than 5 years... possibly 10... possibly the rest of my life...

LOG ENDED"

Day 12 - Monsterous

"Whoa Crossfire making up lore for her smaugust dragons!?!?!?!?" Yes I can do whatever I want, as long as it makes me happy and as long as it isn't hurting anyone. Either way, this is yet another prompt I somewhat deviated from, but not entirely (I focused more on the whole "amalgamation of things" aspect than anything else XD).

Here's the prompt list, as always ^^

#crossfire drawings #art #digital art #smaugust #smaugust2023 #original art #dragon #creature design

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dashboarddiaries · 1 year ago

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Dashboard Diaries is a production of Atypical Artists, hosted by Lauren Shippen (@thelaurenshippen) and Cher McAnelly (@overchers). Our theme was composed by Lauren Shippen and mixed by Brandon Grugle. Art by Shae McMullin. Transcription by Laudable.

For bonus clips, ad-free episodes, and more, become a patron at patreon.com/dashboarddiaries

Transcript under the cut!

[intro music]

Lauren: Hello, my little internet arachnids! I’m Lauren Shippen, professional writer, who is actually really scared of spiders, so that’s the last time I’m going to make a spider joke about web weaving.

Cher: And ... I am Cher McAnelly, Head of Entertainment at Tumblr. And person who saves the spiders in my apartment. So, Lauren, if you ever need any spider saving, I’ve got you.

Lauren: I appreciate that. And this is Dashboard Diaries, a podcast for you – the folks who are in this internet bunker with us. We talk about what’s going on in our favorite hell site, get into what we like to call “tumbl-lore,” do fandom deep dives, and share the times when we’ve gone feral over a new ship.

And we are back after taking July off, because both Cher and I were traveling and just taking a little bit of vacation to touch grass. And boy have we come back to a situation.

Cher: Indeed we have, Lauren. Some things are afoot.

Lauren: Some things are afoot. So, if you listen to this podcast or if you just are a person who consumes any entertainment news, you’ll be aware of the fact that the WJ has been striking for many months and so far that has not really affected the way that we do this podcast. Because the WJ is not calling for any kind of boycott because we still want writers to get residuals and all of that kind of stuff. So, we’ve been talking freely about TV and film on this podcast for the duration of the strike.

However, (laughs) SAG (Screen Actors Guild) is now on strike as well. And I am a SAG-AFTRA member. As a SAG-AFTRA member, I am not allowed to talk about any SAG TV/Film projects present, past, or future. The rules are around you’re not allowed to go out and promote your own work. I’m obviously not starring in any TV or Film. They also want to make sure that influencers aren’t being paid by the big studios to scab and promote whatever big film or TV show of the moment.

So, kind of in that spirit, I checked with Cher and we are going to ... until the SAG strike is complete, not talk about any TV or film ... which ...

Cher: We are not.

Lauren: Or, I should say, any TV or Film made by struck companies. For instance, SAG has already given contracts to A24. Because A24 is an indie studio that is like, “Hell, yes! We’ll adhere to the things that you want because we’re cool and good.” And so if we want to talk about any A24 movies, I think we totally can.

Cher: Well, one just came out on Friday. So ...

Lauren: Really!? Which movie?

Cher: Yeah. Um, oh my gosh, it’s the one with the hand. Wait ... Hands off.

Lauren: The one with the hand?

Cher: Wait. It’s a horror movie. I’ll get the actual name. It’s called Talk To Me. The movie is called Talk To Me, which I knew the name of off the top of my head. (laughs) And everyone is watching Past Lives right now, too.

Lauren: Is that another A24 movie?

Cher: Yeah, apparently it’s great. Apparently it’s very beautiful. My friend saw it and she said it made her re-think her perspective on the world.

Lauren: Whoa.

Cher: I have yet to see it because every time I consider seeing it I’m like I feel like I need to be in a very specific head space for this.

Lauren: Yeah, no kidding.

Cher: So, yeah. Let’s dive into A24. We can do an A24 episode.

Lauren: Yeah, do a whole film festival of A24 films. Obviously, a lot of stuff has happened on Tumblr in the month that we’ve been gone that has been around TV or Film. We’re not going to talk about any of those things. But Cher, one thing I would like to ask you as the person who is Head of Entertainment at Tumblr and spends a lot of time talking to actors about the work that they’re doing. How has this changed your job? If you can speak to that at all?

Cher: Yes. It has changed my job quite dramatically. For sure. Really it’s been an adjustment. So, obviously the moment the strike happened all future interviews, everything we had was cancelled or changed or the campaign was changed. For content that ... we had three interviews that we’d recorded before the strike happened. Those are still going live with a watermark of the date that they were recorded. Most recently we had N. D. Stevenson’s answer time [censored 00:04:18] go live last week. So, that’s kind of what we’ve been doing.

So, the content we have we’re going to finish out the stuff. It’s going to go live on those partner accounts. But yeah, honestly I don’t know. I very much am like, I don’t want to say at a loss for words but it is ... I’ve been trying to figure out what is the best avenue? What is the best way to kind of approach my job, which is ... I say it’s Head of Entertainment but my job is specifically TV and Film.

Lauren: Right.

Cher: That is the focus of pretty much everything that I do. Obviously that’s not really something I can do at the moment. So, one thing that we’re doing is planning far ahead for things that once production starts up again we can ... so, we’re kind of doing a lot of planning and strategy and all that kind of stuff. Which is important. Everyone loves planning ... well, no one loves planning and strategy – someone might – some people do.

I don’t. I like doing interviews.

Lauren: Doing.

Cher: And fun little campaigns. So, yeah, I don’t know. We shall see. There are a lot of musicians I’d like to interview. So ...

Lauren: Yeah, there you go! And you know video games, podcasts ... I think there’s a lot of stuff-

Cher: Broadway.

Lauren: Broadway. Stuff that might be on the internet, like YouTubers and things like that that is not technically TV or Film. It’s such a weird thing. Right? Because it’s like SAG is also not calling for a boycott of anything. To be totally, 1000% clear to you, the listener, about the best way you can support these strikes, not watching stuff or cancelling Netflix subscription or whatever it is, is not what we want. Because we want to show these places that we are valuable to them and that people want the content. And we want people to get the little residuals that are being paid out from people watching things.

But for SAG, specifically, it’s kind of a strange things because part of actor’s labor, a huge part of actor’s labor now with the internet being what it is and with press junkets being what they are is promoting work as part of their contract for these massive studios that are paying them for the press junkets but probably not to the extent that they actually should be.

And so yeah. We’re playing it safe. We’re standing in solidarity. I know that I am still watching all of these things and on my private Tumblr I’m still re-blogging gif sets like nobody’s business. But as a “public figure” on the internet not wanting my SAG card to be snatched away from me. (laughs)

Cher: Yeah, definitely not.

Lauren: That’s where we are. And so yeah we’re going to have this fun challenge where we’re talking about our weeks on Tumblr without talking about what we’re watching.

Cher: I’m realizing that I literally said the name of a movie.

Lauren: No, it’s fine. I think it’s really funny if we bleep these things out.

(laughter)

Cher: Yes.

Lauren: That’s my plan. (laughs)

Cher: I love that. Oh my gosh.

Lauren: Yeah. I know I’m going to slip, too, probably. Right? So, we’re doing kind of a niche sort of Tumblr specific thing as our main topic today. And we want to make a call to you, our Tumblr aficionados to please let us know about what niche Tumblr fandom’s, Tumblr drama, Tumblr ephemera that is unrelated to TV and Film or stuff made by big companies. And we will talk about it on the show, because I think we’re going to have to really dig in the archives of weird stuff that’s happened on Tumblr, which I think is really fun.

Cher: Yeah, I agree.

Lauren: Speaking of digging into weird archives, do you have a Dashboard Confessional for us this week, Cher?

Cher: Indeed, I do , Lauren. I have a fun little post from August 8th, 2015. It is a text post from @RoseSalts and it says, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, macklemore.”

Lauren: That’s so good.

Cher: Yeah. Short, sweet, to the point. (laughs)

Lauren: I love it.

Cher: What about you, Lauren?

Lauren: I have got also a funny little post from exactly eight years ago, July 31st, 2015. We’re currently recording this on July 31st. It is an extension of what at the time was a very popular Vine that was going around, which is this like ‘80s exercise video with incredibly enthusiastic dancers set to Fall Out Boy’s Uma Thurman. And for whatever reason it just makes me cackle every single time I hear it. It’s definitely a video that when you go and look at it you have to put the sound on. It’s really something else. I don’t know. It brings me joy.

Cher: Well, I’m going to have to put the sound on right now, Lauren. I think.

Lauren: Please do.

Cher: So ... (laughs) please hold.

Lauren: It’s good, right?

Cher: It’s very good.

Lauren: Yeah, I just think it’s very joyful.

Cher: It’s just, yeah, that’s the perfect way to put it. It’s just ... they’re having the time of their lives. Good for them. The ‘80s seemed great.

[game show trill]

Lauren: For today, we are going to dive into something that is really a Tumblr specific phenomenon. Cher, what do you know about web weaving?

Cher: Honestly, it’s pretty new to me. I have heard the term before but I’ve never really taken a look into the web weaving community. From what I understand it’s taking pieces of different media from different sources, like text, images, videos, whatever it may be and kind of putting them together in a way that is like cohesive or tells a story, even if they’re from different spaces or different types of media.

Which is obviously very perfect for Tumblr and our kind of fluid post type situation we have going.

Lauren: Absolutely.

Cher: Where am I on accuracy there?

Lauren: I think you nailed it. That is essentially what it is. So, yeah, I first encountered this thing a couple of years ago. I started to see a lot of posts on my dash. I don’t know if you had this experience, too. But at least having a foot in sort of like would I consider fandom’s that are kind of based around angsty sad boys. We know what we’re talking about when we say that, right? This sort of caught on in those spheres very quickly, which is ... yeah, you take art, screenshots of song lyrics, screenshots of poems, et cetera. You sort of put them all together into a kind of Tumblr collage, right? Because you can move photos around in a photo set on Tumblr. And you kind of order them together.

And it sort of speaks to a theme, right? And I also saw some people commenting on it. I’m really liking this new trend of like people just putting together posts that are just vibes. And then at some point I did seem the term “web weaving” ascribed to it.

The oldest sort of web weaving tag on a post that I could find was in 2019. And then the term “web weaving” got added to Urban Dictionary in December of 2022. So, this is like a fairly recent phenomenon. Is this something that crossed your dash organically?

Cher: It definitely is. I didn’t have a name for it, but it’s definitely something that I actually consider one of kind of the key tenants of the way that people use Tumblr is to kind of create their own art kind of using the existing art and IP. Whatever that may be.

I often see gif sets or photo sets of frames from let’s say [censored 00:12:22] and frames from, I don’t know, [censored 00:12:24], which couldn’t be ... they could not be more different as shows go. I don’t know why those are the two that came to mind when ... once again, no one will know how different these shows are because we’re going to bleep them out. So, frames from bleep and bleep.

Lauren: [crosstalk 00:12:38] whatever you want!

Cher: Hey. And put them together in a way that these are kind of similar circumstances or cinematography, whatever it is. And I’ve seen a lot, especially with poetry. Where people put gif sets of often a ship, often with a poem that is real sad, real emotional. Yeah. It’s definitely a sad girl / sad boy / sad person side of Tumblr. And I’ve seen some funny ones, too. But I would say it really is more of a melancholy trend.

Lauren: Yeah, it seems to be ... I totally agree with that. It seems to be a thing done in earnest. Which I think is something Tumblr does exceptionally well compared to other spaces on the internet. Right? I think that Tumblr of course has its shit posts and its memes and its sense of irony. But also when people are enthusiastic about something or really love something, or saying something from the heart, Tumblr is not afraid of being earnest, which I really appreciate. And yeah, it’s interesting, too because you mentioned sort of seeing frames from two different TV shows, maybe compared with each other and all of that kind of stuff. And actually more frequently I see web weaving sets that have absolutely no image from a TV show or a movie or a video game or whatever. But just have art and poetry, fine art, and things like that. Paintings ... and maybe are ascribed to a particular character or particular work. Or just like a particular feeling or trope or dynamic that then the person tags with the characters that they feel fit that.

I think that’s so interesting because I think that ... I don’t know, when it first started crossing my dash I sort of had this moment of like damn, people on Tumblr are really into stuff that I know nothing about. They’re really into these painters I’ve never heard of. And these poets I’ve never heard of. And sort of the depth of knowledge around fine art and poetry and literature that Tumblr has that doesn’t get trodded out in the same way in fandom as it does in web weaving posts. It’s just really remarkable to me.

I don’t know, I feel like I’ve discovered a lot of really great poets and poetry through someone just screenshotting a part of a poem and throwing it into a web weaving post.

Cher: Yeah, I completely see what you mean there, because as I have the web weaving page open and I just had it open and I was kind of like when you said this I started scrolling more because I really noticed, I picked out the ones that were TV and Film because those are just what immediately kind of I see. But as I’m scrolling now I’m realizing that it’s every 20th post or so has something from a movie or a show or something along those lines. And yeah, it is very art – look, Tumblr is the artsy kid platform. You know? It definitely is I feel like the ... I don’t know, this is ... I don’t even know why I’m bringing this up or if it’s relevant at all, but it reminded me of this. I had a sculpture teacher in high school named Miss Wolfe.

Lauren: You took sculpture in high school?

Cher: I did. Yeah. We had an art requirement.

Lauren: That’s so cool!

Cher: Yeah, we had a cool lab, or not lab – studio. Excuse me. And I feel like I don’t know, Tumblr, the experience of being in that sculpture class and she’s just a huge hippie. She’s an artist herself, obviously, and she would ... when you would graduate she would invite her favorite students over to her house and have an art show and it was very-

Lauren: That’s nice.

Cher: She had like 100 acres upstate in California where she would take a class and we did a weekend intensive up in the wilderness. I don’t know ..

Lauren: Oh my god.

Cher: Complete tangent, but the experience of that class feels like Tumblr, very much, where it’s just like a whole bunch of people kind of creating their own stuff, figuring it out, discovery. I do think web weaving ... I was immediately like this feels like an internet collage kind of.

Lauren: Yes. Yeah.

Cher: It’s just another art form.

Lauren: I love that. It is. It is its own art form. I’ve seen people call them collages or compilations or saying “starting a collection.” Yeah, just opening up the web weaving tag and seeing some of the things that people are making web weaves about. Grieving the person you used to be as a concept.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: Right? Female rage is a great one. Here’s something, a film we can talk about, there are of course Goncharov web weaving posts.

Cher: Oh my. Of course!

Lauren: Goncharov, a film we can talk about because it doesn’t exist.

(laughter)

Cher: A classic.

Lauren: And the Goncharov webbing posts are like ... we’ll re-blog them obviously ... they’re good! They’re really interesting. I love that. It feels ... and I think that actually there being Goncharov web weaving posts I think speaks to where web weaving fits into the sort of Tumblr eco system, which is that it does feel kind of like this collective ... I don’t know, this collective thematic action that we’re sort of all doing together. There’s something really lovely about that.

Cher: Tumblr is like a constant group project where everyone is participating.

Lauren: Yes! I love that! That’s so true.

Cher: The next trend or whatever is the new assignment, new project, whatever we’re working on. It’s like, all right, it’s Goncharov, let’s get to work!

Lauren: Who’s the group leader? Who’s taking notes? Who is doing the art?

Cher: Who is creating the heritage posts?

Lauren: Yeah, exactly. There’s no rules or limits really, right? I’ve seen web weaving posts with two images. I’ve seen ones that hit the Tumblr image limit. And you can do all images, you can do all words, you can do images and words. I don’t know. It’s just a very ... I’m a very, very big fan of it. And I want to ask you, if you had to make a web weaving post on a particular theme or idea or feeling, what would you do?

Cher: That’s a great question, Lauren. Honestly, getting deep here but I have ADHD and I am a constant disaster because of it. I have 17 to do lists, a million tabs open. I get up from my desk and I sit back down 30 minutes later having not gotten what I was supposed to get but having scrubbed the floors.

Lauren: Right. Yeah.

Cher: So, I feel like I would do a post about what it feels like to have ADHD.

Lauren: Ooh!

Cher: Some kind of ... and it definitely would hit the image limit. (laughs)

Lauren: I love that. And I think that’s something that a lot of people on Tumblr would really resonate with.

Cher: Maybe I’ll make it!

Lauren: Yeah, please make one. And if you out there also experience ADHD and have made one expressing what it is like for you, please send it to us.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: Because yeah, that would be really interesting to see.

Cher: Yeah, I agree. I wonder if there are any already. I’m sure there are, I’ll have to look into it.

Lauren: There might be. I mean, there’s probably a web weave for everything. I think what’s tricky is that not everybody calls them web weaving and so it’s like it can be hard to find this particular genre of posts. The only reason that I’m calling it web weaving is because we have to call it something, right?

Cher: So, yeah, not everyone is tagging it with this. I did search web weaving + adhd and there seems to be quite a few posts tagged with both of those things.

Lauren: Okay.

Cher: Yeah, I’ll have to check those out.

Lauren: Go down that rabbit hole. Yeah.

Cher: Yeah, because there’s the other thing that I was thinking about while we were talking about web weaving. One of my favorite types of posts on Tumblr or genres of posts is when people will get kind of viral text posts or funny text posts and put them over a frame or moment or gif from a show or something.

Lauren: Yes, yeah, yeah.

Cher: They’re generally funny. They’re not always, they definitely run the gambit. But the ones that I love are the really funny comedy ones. And I wonder is that its own thing? Is that web weaving?

Lauren: Ooh, I have seen ... I know exactly what you’re describing because sometimes people will also do it with like tweets or with incorrect quotes, blogs, right, over the frame from the TV shows.

Cher: [censored 00:21:26] characters as a quote post or whatever it is.

Lauren: Right. Exactly. And I think that when I see those, when it’s specifically here is a gif set or a photo set with this overlay of other text posts or things like that, I’ve seen those referred to as text posts or X show in text posts or whatever.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: But I do think it’s the same kind of web weaving feeling. And I think, too, you call that one of the things that I love about Tumblr is that someone will post a normal text post, right, they’ll just write a sentence and it will get out there and it will resonate. And eventually someone will screenshot it and it will sort of become a thing that people use then in those TV text posts or in web weaving. And there’s one screenshot that I’ve been seeing a lot recently. I don’t know when it was posted but it just ... or when the original text post was posted but it just gets added to a lot of posts that are sort of of this type. The text post is, “I love how Tumblr users move around JPEGS like dolls.” Or “treat JPEGS like dolls.”

Cher: That’s so funny.

Lauren: I don’t know if you’ve seen this but it gets added to so many posts because it’s like someone will post something and someone will Photoshop that or add something to it. And there will sort of be this group project collage in the re-blogs and then someone will add, “I love how Tumblr users play with JPEGS like dolls.” That’s the phrase. And I think that just perfectly summarizes all of this stuff.

Cher: It really does. That is such a funny way to look at it. Oh my god. It really is true, though.

Lauren: It’s so true. And in and of itself that text post has been screenshotted and used as a JPEG to then add to these posts.

Cher: So, it too is now a doll.

Lauren: [crosstalk 00:23:16]. Exactly! (laughter)

Cher: Oh my god.

Lauren: It’s like the subtitle and it goes over the dolls that you’re playing with or whatever. Or it’s the narration you’re doing as you play with your dolls.

Cher: So meta. Only on Tumblr.

Lauren: Only on Tumblr.

Cher: What a weird place on the internet. I love it so much.

Lauren: Wouldn’t change a thing.

Cher: Would not change a ... no notes. But many notes ... ‘cause it’s Tumblr.

(laughter)

What web weaving post would you do, Lauren?

Lauren: So, I actually have made two web weaving posts, which I’ll be sure to re-blog on my personal blog, or actually I’ll re-blog on Dashboard Diaries, too. But I made them specifically ... and I want to do more of them for my own stuff. So, I made one for Bridgewater, the show ... as I was saying I was like, yeah, no, I can talk about this because it’s made by iHeart and iHeart is not a TV company ... even though Bridgewater is a SAG show ... I did one for Bridgewater that’s sort of horror themed. And then I’m writing a book right now called Desperate Hollow and I did one for that that’s sort of sad cowboys and I included screenshots from my own manuscript. And that was really cool to kind of get to see people reacting to my words ... a little self promoting, but whatever.

But I’ve got all of this just stuff always with anything I create. I’ve got Pinterest boards. I’ve got playlists. I’ve got poems that I’ve book marked that remind me of the thing. So, it was nice to put them all together. But I think if I was going to make one on a theme, I think that there’s so many good pieces of art and poetry about ... and people have done web weaves on this, of the feeling of you can never go home again. Right? Of sort of you can never sort of go back to your home. That theme, I think, I would do because I find that very ... I don’t know, it gives me a feeling I can’t describe.

And I think that’s kind of what you were describing with, yeah, how do you describe what it’s like to have ADHD? Well, you can’t really in a way that someone else will understand. So, how do you put it into this hieroglyphics.

Cher: Hiero- oh my gosh. Web weaving is hieroglyphics. Again, look, our metaphors today are on point!

Lauren: On point.

Cher: We are crushing it. (laughter) Because also I was wondering is web weaving a form of mood board?

Lauren: Interesting. I think it is a curated mood board. Like an extra curated mood board. And I think that this is something that ... when I think about a mood board or, yeah, making a Pinterest board or whatever – A) I think of mood boards as being mostly visual, which is not necessarily true. There’s nothing to say they can’t include text. But I also sort of think of, okay, you’re going to make a big collage and it’s going to be sort of this artistic collage that’s going to evoke a particular mood when you look at it and that is sort of just all encompassing and it’s not about the individual images. Right? It’s sort of about the whole. The sum of its parts.

Whereas I think of web weaving as like because there is a photo limit on posts on Tumblr and what is it 30 images?

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: Yeah. And most people don’t use that. Most people ... it used to be ten, right? And so I feel like most people are just sort of in the habit of putting ten photos. And that makes you kind of have to limit ... what are sort of the ten things that are going to evoke this the fastest? And also where a mood board is like both vertical and horizontal, it’s like on both planes, web weaving you’re just reading as you go. And so it’s like you are sort of giving time to each individual. Am I over thinking this!?

Cher: No, not at all.

Lauren: I might be seriously over thinking this. (laughs)

Cher: I am fully. I am very much here with you, Lauren. I really see what ...

Lauren: Cool.

Cher: Light bulb moment. I totally see what you’re talking about where a mood board you look at as one cohesive thing. Web weaving you look at as a story or kind of the sum of its parts.

Lauren: Yeah. And it’s funny because I really can’t think of anything else on the internet that is similar to that, right? I did see that ... I haven’t explored this but I did see that web weaving exists in part on TikTok. It’s called something else.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: I forget what it’s called.

Cher: Yeah, it’s funny because I was catching up with Annie who is an EP at Watcher the other day. And she told me, I had no idea about this and she showed me this TikTok trend because she was like, “I’m deeply obsessed with it, people are sharing slideshows of their nostalgic moments with music in the background.” And she was like, “Honestly, it just makes me think of Tumblr, these just make me think so much of Tumblr.” Which is why she sent them to me.

And so when I saw that it’s also mentioned that people are kind of doing that on TikTok I checked out a couple of the slideshows. It’s definitely very similar. It’s funny because they added slideshows to TikTok and it’s interesting to see not video on there and-

Lauren: Yeah, and have to like swipe through and-

Cher: Yeah, it’s definitely an interesting experience. But yeah, I think they are two different but complementary ways to web weave.

Lauren: Yeah. Because that also you’re sort of giving time to each image. Apparently according to Urban Dictionary, I don’t know how true this is, on TikTok they’re known as “sad slideshows” specifically.

Cher: Sad slideshows. Yep. You know what? I like how, first off, Tumblr’s is like web weaving, what could that be? I don’t know. And TikTok is like, “It’s a sad slideshow.”

(laughter)

Lauren: I feel like that perfectly encapsulates those two social networks. You can just sort of jump into TikTok and-

Cher: You know what’s going on.

Lauren: ... search things, you’ll sort of know what’s going on to an extent, but it’s like, oh no, you want to figure out what web weaving is? Well, you have to dedicate time here. We’re not going to make it ...

Cher: Come on this journey with us. (laughs)

Lauren: Yeah, exactly. It’s an invitation to explore.

Cher: Yeah. Oh, I like that.

Lauren: And that’s all I have to say about web weaving. I don’t know if you’ve got anything else?

Cher: No, I think we pretty much covered it. I think we wove our own web, Lauren.

Lauren: We wove our own web. And if you weave webs you web weavers (laughs) I just ... sorry, as I was saying that I realized is it supposed to be “web” like the world wide web?

Cher: I think it’s, yeah, both things.

Lauren: I don’t know why it took me so long to put that together. We don’t really call the internet the web anymore. That’s a very old fashioned thing to do.

Cher: I still love doing that, though. I’m surfing the web right now.

Lauren: The “net.”

Cher: Yeah, (laughs).

Lauren: If you web weavers have weaves that you’ve webbed. (laughter) If you web weavers have webs that you’ve weaved that you would like to share with us – DashboardDiaries.Tumblr.com – just go ahead and submit them or send us a link through ... you can just message me at thelaurenshippen.tumblr.com. Because you can’t message a shared blog. So, yeah, please do that. We want to see them.

Cher: So, whenever we were talking about the days of the week meme earlier?

Lauren: Yes.

Cher: On one of our episodes. Web weaving Wednesdays.

Lauren: Web weaving Wednesdays. I love that!

Cher: Yeah!

Lauren: Let’s do that. All right. Web Weaving Wednesdays. Say that 100 times fast. (laughter)

Cher: Wonderful Web Weaving Wednesdays ...

Lauren: With our Wondrous ...

Cher: Wondrous ...

Lauren: Weebles. I don’t know.

Cher: Weebles? (laughs) Yes.

Lauren: Perfect.

Cher: Post that.

Lauren: All right, well, we love how much web weaving makes us feel. So, I think it’s the perfect time to go over to our Feels Corner, in which we talk about what’s putting us in our feels right now, but this is going to be the first of many special editions where it can’t be a TV show or a film made by a SAG struck company. (laughs)

[Gentle Music]

Cher: So ... what is putting us in our feels?

Lauren: What’s putting you in your feels?

Cher: Well, look, I’ve heard that I need to go watch Past Lives because it’s putting a lot of other people in their feels. So-

Lauren: There you go.

Cher: ... someone else’s feels corner could be ours soon. I’m trying to think what else ...

Lauren: Have you been continuing with the Name of the Wind series? Haven’t you been reading that stuff? Or Wheel of Time?

Cher: Oh, the Wheel of Time series. Yes. I am not reading Wheel of Time right now. I’m reading ... I got distracted halfway through the second book. Can you tell I have ADHD? And I am now reading Wool, which is the first book in the [censored 00:32:30] series.

Lauren: Oh, yeah!

Cher: And so I’m a little over halfway through Wool. And really, really enjoying it. It’s a great read. Highly recommend. By Hugh Howie. And it’s, yeah ... it’s a great read. And a book that was a book first. So, we can talk about it as a book. Yeah!

Lauren: Exactly. We can talk about the book. It has a different title, too, which makes it even easier.

Cher: Exactly. What about you, Lauren? What has you in your feels?

Lauren: So, this past weekend I re-listened to a podcast that had come out, god, maybe a couple of years ago now, but I had been talking about it with a friend and I was like, oh yeah, it’s a great podcast. But I just hadn’t listened to it in a while. And I decided to just listen to the whole first season sort of all at once. It’s called Give Me Away. It’s this sci fi fiction podcast about an alien spaceship that comes to earth and the military opens it up and it’s completely empty and then they find out that it’s basically just a computer with the consciousness of all of these prisoners from another planet.

Cher: Oh.

Lauren: And so they decide to take volunteers to take on a consciousness in your own body so that we can free these prisoners. It’s so good. It’s so good. Give Me Way. It’s by the same people who did Steal the Stars, which is another podcast that I would highly, highly recommend. It’s also a sci fi podcast, but also this reverse noir where the hard boiled noir hero is this female security officer and the femme fatale is this younger guy. And there’s aliens and there’s sexy times. And it’s fantastic.

Cher: Wow, that sounds great.

Lauren: That’s my what’s got me in my feels this week. Because this is maybe silly, but I don’t really listen to fiction podcasts actually that much because so often I’m listening to fiction podcasts for work. And reviewing cuts and giving notes and all that kind of stuff, that it’s very hard for me to turn off my brain with that stuff.

Cher: Yeah, I can imagine.

Lauren: Which is why I sometimes re-listen to shows, right? And I don’t know, it’s been awhile since a show has really hooked me and even though I knew where it was going, yeah, it still really got me and it made me really excited to listen to more audio fiction, which is like a feeling that’s hard for me to grab on its own without sort of having my producer brain on. So, that feels very good.

Cher: That sounds wonderful. I have to check it out. It also sounds very interesting to me. It reminds me kind of vaguely of The Host by Stephanie Meyers, the book she made after Twilight.

Lauren: Yes! Totally!

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: I read that book.

Cher: Yeah. I did not read the book. I watched the bleep. (laughter) Which was not my favorite bleep I’ve ever seen.

Lauren: Yeah.

Cher: But you know, I actually re-watched it recently. I was, it came up and I was like, yeah, let me give this movie a re-watch. It has Sosha Ronin in it, which is-

Lauren: Whoa!

Cher: I know! She’s like the lead. And I was like, is that ...

Lauren: That’s wild!

Cher: (laughs)

Lauren: Really?

Cher: Yeah. So, yeah, I don’t recommend a re-watch, but ... unless you want to. You know, for people who haven’t watched it. Have you watched it?

Lauren: I haven’t seen it, but I did read the book when it came out. And I actually liked it more than Twilight to be totally honest.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: I thought it was really ... it was a little bit long. I think sometimes Stephanie Meyer can go on.

Cher: Be a bit verbose. Yeah.

Lauren: But I think that actually she did a good job with the action sequences and I found the central characters a little bit more likeable than the central characters in Twilight. But I was never a big Twilight person to begin with. I read all four books. But by the fourth book I was sort of like I am just a completionist and (laughs).

Cher: You’re like, “I have to see this through.”

Lauren: I have to see this through.

Cher: I don’t know, have I talked on the deep obsession that I had with Twilight in high school? It was clinical.

Lauren: ... no.

Cher: Oh my gosh. Lauren.

Lauren: Okay. Wait, Twilight the books specifically?

Cher: The books.

Lauren: Okay, we are doing that as a topic.

Cher: I was obsessed with the books. Okay, the sculpture class that I referenced, Lauren. It actually makes it even more relevant to web weaving, because every single sculpture I made for an entire year was Twilight inspired.

Lauren: Oh my gosh!

Cher: (laughs) And my parents still have them in my home. (laughs)

Lauren: I need ... I think we need to end this here. Because I actually ... we need to dedicate our next episode to this. And I want to give you time to call your parents and ask them to text you photos of all of these sculptures. (laughs) We don’t have to post them on the blog. I’m not going to put you on like that if you don’t want, but I need to see them.

Cher: Honestly. There’s one that’s really going to blow your socks off. (laughs)

Lauren: I cannot wait.

Cher: Oh my gosh.

Lauren: All right, episode 26, here we go! Twilight. We’re doing it.

Cher: Honestly, I’m excited about it because I could talk about this all day. I would be embarrassed by how much of a fan I was, but I was having a great time with how much of a fan I was. And we embrace the cringe.

Lauren: You don’t have to be embarrassed at all.

Cher: The thing is.

Lauren: Absolutely.

Cher: You say this now and then we’ll have this episode and you’ll hear the lengths I went to just for my love of Twilight and you may reconsider the judgment. (laughs)

Lauren: Okay, I change my answer. This is what has me in my feels corner. Because I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited for something!

Cher: (laughs) Oh my gosh. Let’s just record it tomorrow. Yeah.

Lauren: Well, on that tantalizing teaser ...

(laughter)

And I’m Lauren Shippen, and you can find me at TheLaurenShippen.Tumblr.com.

Cher: And I’m Cher McAnelly and you can find me at OverChers.Tumblr.com.

This has been Dashboard Diaries. And ...

[outtro music]

Lauren: May your anons always be loving.

Cher: Your dash always refreshed.

Lauren: Your gifs always be loading.

Cher: And your ships always canon.

Lauren: May the fics you’re reading always be finished.

Cher: And the answers you seek always in the re-blogs.

Lauren: Thanks for scrolling with us!

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