#and also getting a little fuzzier i think? maybe?

[demuredociledoll]

kitty's bimbo bucket list

As my bio states I am literally just a girl. Please treat me as such. Please do not treat me differently because of my gender transition. Please do not bring it up unless I bring it up first. If you do, I'll get skittish and sad and it won't be nearly as fun a conversation as it could be. Use these to break me

soooooo i'm a tgirly who's been on hrt a long time now, i have great tits and great ass and my brain is Way fuzzier but like. i want more. i wanna be like the cool girls i see on who are just completley ultrafeminine. i wanna be the perfect boys girl. im like. might to be a bimbo tradwife. i wanna be that so bad. ive also like. been doing the bambi 20 day challenge and its like. making me realise i neeed to make these changes lol

so i thought id like. make a list of things i need to do to be the girl of my dreams i see girls with lots of fun lists where they like say "at 10 reblogs i'll do this and i kinda like. wanna arrange this like one of those eventually (if you see a bimbofication step-by-step around PLease send it to me!! i love doing what rules say). reeeeeeeally reeally reeally open to feedback and other things to include on this list.

Bimbofying my looks

so this bits like. ways i want to look prettier :)

Nails always varnished: i think this might be the most easy for me to do as i spend a lot of time painting my nails anyway, but i wanna make like a pledge to make sure my nails are Never left unpainted. i think this would be a good place to start on this

Makeup every day - i used to wear makeup every day before covid and i reeeeeeeeeally wanna get back into the swing of it. i only do it like, maybe like once every few months which just Sucks. especially when i look so pretty doing it. so i wanna like get back into a position where i do my go to routine (foundation+eye shadow+eye liner+lipstick+lip liner) at least once a month, then at least once a week, then at least every day i'm not working, then at least every day i dont have like, a work video call, then every day.

Dyeing my hair: i reeeeeeeeally wanna dye my hair but im so scared of losing my natural colour. so im thinking of like, starting Blonde frosted tips as a start, before working up to being a totally bleach blonde

Get rid of trousers and only wear skirts: girls literally shouldnt wear trousers. it literally should be illegal. i wanna like. slowly get to a point where i only wear skirts. skirts make it easy for boys to access my holes :) but actually having said that. boys really like tight clothes. so i should keep wearing ultra tight. i also need to really increase my lingerie and sexy clothes collecshon :)

Lip fillers!! I reeeeeeeeeally wanna get lip fillers but i know its gonna be a big step to get there. i wanna do everythign i can to make my lips bigger naturally in the meantime. i think i wanna get lip fillers first before i think about. bigger tits. i reeeeeeeally want srs so bad but like., thats the goverments problem

getting bgiger: im like sooooo thin at the moment, and i neeeeeeed to get bigger tits and a bigger belly to make me more grabbable and wobbly. its a little diffcult because ive got like. lots of tummy issues. but i wanna slowly scale up my food intake. ive been eating lots of ice cream but i wanna like. follow a proper plan for biggerising myself feedee style

brain feminisation and IQ reduction

sooooo this sections like. ways to girlify my brain and make sure i just think girl thoughts

im alreayd doing good on hypnos with the bambi challenge (which is going soooooo well!! im learning sosososooso much :) ). but like. i wanna keep listening to hypnos moer

staying in my place; i'm already Really good at this. doing the cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, serving men in every way i can i am already 100% that. i stepped back from a job recently so ill have even more time to do that and i can't Wait.

knowing my place: despite this i clearly like, have a tonne of feminist baggage from my old self i really need to get rid of. i need to like. have my opinions broken and like, have like the gender politics of a conservative American housewife drilled into me. i wanna genuinely believe that women should stay in the kitchen and women shouldnt work and shoudl just serve men (smart boys please please please fix me!!!). i want pro-patriarhcy to be like. my mission in life. im thinking of like. writing lots of good girl essays on tumblr to try and fix my brain lol

dumming down my writing and speaking: likeee i think im already making good practice on this, ive been workiing on a lot lately. im trying to like. not use words longer than two soundy things, like short words, with the only ones allowed being like. sexy words. and mispeling them when i cant use any other words that are small. and using the wrong words and to like get rid of capital letters apostroches. i think im getting there on this. i also need to dumb down my speaking but honestly like im already there with that, i always say words wrong and everyone makes so much fun of me for it, it turns me a lot when people make fun of me for saying words wrong lol :)

girlify my music tastes: i reeeeeeally need to get into some girlier music. i really want to. currently i dont really have much of a music taste, i mostly just listen to synthy tunes and stuff which are easy to listen to while doing worky things. however, like ive tried listening to more popular stuff like taylor swift and the brat album and its like, okay, but its like not my thing lol. I used to be suuuuuuper into paramore but im like, aware thats a more like punchy girl band and im like not that lol. update im gonna work these into my daily music playlists!!

girlify my media intake and hobbies: currently i listen to a lot of boy stuff inherited from my old self, like ww2 books and podcasts which are...boring lol. i dont want learn things like that anymore. i wannna watch more stuff thats for girls, but im not really too sure where to begin? ive tried like, reading girleir magazines like Good Housekeeping and the like but it doesnt like. completely engage me lol

taking cock and being a good sexdoll

this section is like. ways i wanna be a better fuckdoll :)

m already like. so good at blowjobs. i absoltuely adore blowjobs. i dont think theres anything i need to improve here. i already deep throat, swallow every time. id like to take more facials though :)

but i neeeeeed to get better with my other hole. again i used to ride my dildo all the time prepandemic but ive fallen out the habit, its like my makeup i only really play on veyr special ocassions

increase my toy collecshun: my toys are not in as good condition as they used to be and i want like. good ones. i need to like. make a good purchase of some good quality toys for assfucking. i already have some good buttplugs :)

get good at getting my ass fucked: im thinking of like. mirroring what i did with my makeup here. like go from wearing my buttplug for a long period at least once a month, once a week, when im not working...etc. and likewise wiht my dildo. aggain its hard because i have a lot of tummy and bottom issues.

Only cum with permisson: this is so important. girls literally should not control their cumming. it should literally be against the law. im thinking of listening to cals curse some more to like. make that a hard and fast rule lol

so like!! this is what i kind think of right now. but i really wanna like. learn more from others and think. thank you!!!!!!!!

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura LN Release SS

This seems to be a commemorative special story posted when LN1 and LN2 came out.

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Source: Ichijinsha Bunko Iris website Synopsis: Katarina gets drunk during the ball held for Geordo and Alan's 15th birthday. Translation: maboroshi-no

Anne: My Lady, are you alright?

Katarina: I'm okay, Anne. I'm feeling well!

After saying this, when I swiftly got up from the sofa I was sitting on, the scenery around me spun dizzily, and I inadvertently staggered. 

Anne: And how is this okay…? Please patiently stay here until the ball is over.

After I, Katarina Claes, had staggered, my maid-in-waiting Anne sighed a little while helping me. As I was looking at her tired face, I dazedly wondered how things turned out like this.

Today was the birthday of the twin princes of this country. Since it was the year of their 15th birthday and debut in high society, a magnificent ball was held at the castle.

Since I was engaged to one of the twin princes, Geordo Stuart, I was naturally invited to this party and attended it with Geordo as my escort.

However, with the guest of honor Geordo surrounded by many people and very busy engaging with them, I, his plus-one moved to a corner. 

When I did, there were many very delicious-looking dishes and delicious-looking juices remaining untouched in the corner. It instantly raised my spirits and I relished the dishes laid out on the table.

Especially, the grape juice completely refreshed my dry throat. It was so delicious that I emptied three glasses.

Then, as I was reaching out for my fourth glass, my friends, who were also attending the ball, noticed me and came to me. I took a step towards them, and… at that moment… the scenery around me spun dizzily. 

When I came to, I was lying on a sofa in the waiting room of the party, and Anne, who had accompanied me from the manor, was peering worriedly at me.

According to Anne, I got drunk from drinking too much wine and fainted. 

I see, so this grape juice was wine~. I had only attended children's tea parties until now, so they had all been juices… But in adults' balls, there would also be alcohol. 

After I had heard the circumstances from Anne and grasped the situation, Anne sternly told me, "Since it happened at a corner of the venue, it didn't seem to have reached public eyes, but please be very careful."

The ones who carried me here were my friends coming to me at that time. They also seemed to have tended to me for a while. I had to properly thank them afterward.

Still, for the scenery to spin so much just from standing for a bit… The effects of alcohol were so powerful.

What's more, when I swiftly stood up, the alcohol might have hit even harder because my head became even fuzzier.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but I felt so good~ As I was sitting on the sofa thinking this, a visitor came to the waiting room.

Geordo: Katarina, I heard that you fell sick. Are you okay?

The one who, after saying this, showed up with a worried face was Geordo. With the other nobles hardly letting him go, it became late when he came to see me. "I am sorry for coming late", Geordo apologetically said as I dazedly gazed at his face.

Geordo: Katarina? Are you really okay?

As I was dazed and didn't answer him, Geordo knelt and peered at my face.

As he did, Anne told him, "My Lady got drunk with alcohol", and explained things in my place. 

While she did, I dazedly gazed at Geordo's face. Geordo's face felt different from usual. Like… how should I put it? He looked somewhat tired.

Katarina: Prince Geordo, are you tired?

Geordo: …Ah, yes. There were especially many people approaching me today, so I am indeed a little tired.

While a little surprised by my sudden question, Geordo replied this.

It seemed like even Geordo got worn out from people coming to him one after the other.

On my birthday, Geordo escorted me and greatly helped me. It would be great if I could also help him in any way… Wasn't there something even I could do? I dazedly pondered this…...... That's it! I just came up with a great idea. As he was peering at me, I pulled Geordo's body close and hugged him tightly. Then…

Katarina: Good job! You've worked hard!

After saying this, I stroked Geordo's head. When I was little, Father would often do this to me after I had worked hard on my hated subjects. When he did, I would somewhat feel at ease and greatly cheered up.

I intended to cheer up the tired Geordo like this, but… When I pulled my head back and looked at Geordo, he was frozen with a straight face.

Huh? How come? And why was his face bright red? What happened? Maybe I was reeking of alcohol?

As I was thinking that I should probably apologize for the alcohol smell, for some reason my head became even fuzzier… The scenery started spinning again… and I fainted.

When I woke up again, I didn't remember anything after I had drunk the grape juice. It seemed Geordo came to see me and we talked, but I had no recollection of it.

When I talked about it to Anne tending to me, for some reason, she looked at me with eyes like she had seen something sad.

[lexosaurus]

Phic Phight: how to make a deal with the devil

For @kinglazrus

Title: how to make a deal with the devil WC: 2814 CW: corpse au Summary: In which Dash goes trail running only to find Phantom hovering over the dead body of his classmate.

[ao3]

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“What do you want?” Phant—Fenton(?)’s eyes bore straight into Dash, his expression dark. Meanwhile, Dash was too busy flickering his attention between the pissed-off ghost and the…

…

“Well?” Phantom folded his arms.

“Uh…what?” Dash asked.

“What do you want? A lifetime of free passes to beat me up? Me to do your homework for the next month? What is it?”

“Um…” He tried to peel his eyes away from the gruesome sight before him, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t stop seeing the protruding bones, decaying flesh, holes, wrinkles, burns.

Jesus fuck. 

And Phantom—Fenton, it was Fenton—towered above him, his simmering aura murky despite its bright glow, his eyes blistering into Dash’s skull.

He…wanted something? From Dash?

But why?

Dash was never the smartest person in class. He never got the best grades, he never knew all the answers. So maybe he just wasn’t smart enough to understand, or maybe it was a little fucked up that there was a dead, decaying corpse between them and Fenton-Phantom didn’t seem the least bit phased by it.

“I’m sorry, I—uh—what the fuck?”

Phantom slapped his hand to his forehead. “I’m asking what you want in exchange for keeping your mouth shut.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So, you know, just name your price.”

Dash swallowed thickly, his nose burning from the smell. He finally tore his eyes away from the corpse to see Phantom bristle, crossing his arms once again. Dash was sure that if the ghost had legs at the moment, he’d be tapping his foot with impatience.

He just…he didn’t understand. Why was Fenton’s corpse here when he was standing—floating—before him? How was this possible?

And how the fuck was Phantom really Fenton?

“Are you dead?” The words stumbled out of Dash’s mouth before he could stop himself, and his face instantly flushed in regret.

Phantom’s eyebrows pulled in, and his lips thinned. Dash watched as one of his gloved hands tightened its grip on his arm.

Shit, shit. Was that rude? Wasn’t it a cardinal sin to ask a ghost about their death?

But then the fear zapped through him and disappeared once again. Because really, truly, he was just confused. He didn’t get how this was possible, how Danny Fenturd, the loser who he had been picking on since the sixth grade, was the town hero. 

Well, they did look sort of alike. Now that Dash had seen the transformation with his own eyes, he had mentally slapped himself for not spotting their similarities earlier. Even if the whole Phantom is a ghost and the glowing aura had made things a bit fuzzier.

But their face shape, general height, and haircut were where those similarities ended. Because everything else was drastically different. So different, in fact, that Dash was still reeling at how the fuck this confident, angry ghost with his shoulders back and threatening aura spilling from his pores could be the same weakling who ran from Dash at every minor thing.

Seriously, what the fuck?

“Well?” He found himself pressing. “Are you?”

Phantom took a long, deep breath like he was about to lecture a group of children. “I’m not explaining myself to you.”

Dash blinked.

Of all the answers, that hadn’t been one of them.

Especially since…

Dash pointed to the corpse on the ground. “I think you have to.”

He wasn’t sure exactly where he was getting the balls to pry from, but Fenton-Phantom didn’t look particularly surprised.

But instead of responding, Phantom posed a question of his own. “What the hell were you even doing out here?”

“Training,” Dash said simply. 

Which hadn’t even been a lie. These hiking trails were some of the best around for conditioning running.

And that one line also seemed to slice through the last of the spell in Dash’s mind. The ice melted in his body, and he felt like he could move again, and then the questions poured out of him in a tsunami. “Seriously, what the fuck, Fenton? Why the fuck do you have a corpse of yourself here? How are you Phantom?”

“Why do you think I have a corpse of myself here? For fun?”

“This isn’t fucking funny. Are you really dead? Have you been disguising yourself as a human all this time?”

“I’m not actually dead. I’m half dead. That body is only half of me.”

Dash was no expert, but it certainly looked and smelled like the full thing.

“It was my parent’s portal accident. I was inside when it turned on, and it killed me and brought me back to life. But not all of me made it.”

Jesus. That didn’t sound better than what Dash had been thinking. He tried to picture his soul ripping from his body, but refusing to let go, still clinging onto the scraps. It sounded horrific. 

Was that even possible? Was Fenton just delusional?

“Why the hell did you take it from the ground?” Dash said instead.

“I didn’t! The stupid rainstorm flooded this area and eroded a bunch of dirt. I guess I didn’t bury it deep enough the first time so now I’m fixing it.”

Fixing…it…?

What the HELL was there to fix?

“You mean you’re not going to tell the police?”

Dash could have sworn the temperature dropped several degrees. But maybe that was just the chill from Phantom’s now-blazing aura which seemed to dim the world around it.

“We’re not talking to the police.”

It was a statement. A threat.

…Oh. 

Dash understood the question from before.“What do you want?” 

What Dash wanted was to dial 911, but that was supposedly no longer an option. Still, he couldn’t help but run his big, dumb mouth as he said, “What will you do if I report this?”

Because he knew he’d done a lot of stupid things—a lot of stupid things—but being complicit in covering up a dead body?

Jesus Christ.

And now his mind was reeling once again. 

He could picture it. The day the police found the body. Forensics running DNA analysis just like they did in the crime shows and extracting a single strand of Dash’s blond hair. They’d pull him into the interrogation room, and a mustached man wearing sunglasses would interrogate him for hours as if Dash were the murderer, citing reports of Dash wailing on Fenton in class, saying that he had the motive and the evidence to lock him up for life. Dash would have no choice but break down and tell them the truth, that he’d been running in the woods, he stumbled across Phantom bent over the dead body, that he’d screamed and had tried to run away but Phantom was quicker, he cornered Dash not even five steps into his attempted escape, and he’d transformed into a living copy of that same corpse rotting in the ground to try to prove that he wasn’t dead.

Would the police even believe a crazy story like that?

Either way, Dash would be fucked. He would either be locked away for murder, or he’d be locked away in aiding a cover-up. And that was something he couldn’t do. 

No. 

No way.

No matter how much he loved Phantom…his hero…

Shit. Fucking shit.

“Well? What will it take?” Fenton-Phantom said

“Fenton, I—”

“I will do your homework for the rest of the school year.”

The offer was tempting, Dash had to admit it. But it wasn’t like Fenton’s grades were much higher than Dash’s at the moment.

“No, that’s—Fenton, I’m serious.”

“And so am I.” Phantom’s stare was dead-on. “Do you know what the government will do to me? If you report this?”

Dash shivered. Had it always been this cold under the shade?

“Ghosts aren’t citizens of the United States, Dash. They’re not human. They’re not given the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It doesn’t matter if I have a heartbeat and a pulse when I also have a ghost core. Do you understand? They will kidnap me and I will become the government’s personal lab rat for the rest of my life.”

Nausea swept through him, and his fingers felt numb despite their obvious trembling. 

And Phantom was slowly creeping closer across the path. A trail of frost followed the dirt under him, and static seemed to crackle in the air.

“Do you know what branch the Guys in White fall under? The Department of Defense. You know, like the military. You really want the military to have unlimited access to a level seven ectoplasmic creature’s core? One whose powers could easily level an entire city block?”

Had Fenton always been like this? Threatening? Fierce? Was the scared, aloof idiot that Dash had seen every day in school just a persona that he’d been wearing?

“Ghosts are highly manipulative creatures,” Dr. Maddie Fenton read off a paper. She stood in front of the class dressed in her signature teel hazmat suit, a whiteboard with GHOST 101 written in large letters splayed behind her. “They will do anything to satisfy their ghosty obsessions. They’ll play any role, and they will sweet talk, argue, challenge—whatever they need to do in order to fulfill that obsession. They are semi-sentient, true, but they are not sapient. They do not have the same brain functionality that you or I do. They cannot truly learn, grow, or feel empathy to others. They can fake it, they can express a whole range of human emotions, but at the end of the day they are nothing but imprints of ecto-electricity.”

But no…he had never really believed that, did he?

He always loved Phantom. Looked up to him. He couldn’t…he wouldn’t…

“What about Phantom?” Dash asked, too impatient to raise his hand. “More powerful ones are different, right? So what about Phantom?”

“Power doesn’t lead to sapience. It doesn’t necessarily mean wisdom, the ability to learn and grow. Ghosts can only act on their impulses, and their impulses tell them to do whatever it is that will satisfy their core. They’re a bit like mosquitos, just ones that can talk,” Dr. Fenton responded.

“I don’t know, Phantom clearly loves me!” Paulina said. “He saved me from a ghost last week, it was so romantic! He even remembered my name!”

“Because interacting with the younger generation benefits him. He wants to be seen as the town hero, so he will do whatever it takes to get there.”

But now, that can’t be right. Phantom wasn’t like that, he was different. He was telling the truth about being a half-ghost! Even though that was impossible….No, he wasn’t just faking it to manipulate Dash. He was different. He was a hero. 

“So let’s make a deal, Dash. What do you want in exchange for keeping this quiet?”

He wouldn’t lie to everyone about this. He was telling the truth. He wasn’t manipulating anyone. 

“Um…” Dash felt his brain short-circuiting. 

God, was that…burnt lime coming from the corpse? Why did it smell like that?

He felt his eyes prickle, and he blinked away any shininess that was threatening to appear. He couldn’t let Fenton-Phantom see his emotions, could let the ghost-not-ghost(?) see the cracks within him. 

But not because he believed Dr. Fenton—even though she had a PhD in ecto-biology and certainly knew more about ectology than Dash—but it was because he needed to look tough! It wasn’t…just in case.

“How about this? I’ll never tell a single soul about your bad habit of wailing on the nerds, and I’ll offer to be your free stress-reducing punching bag for the rest of high school. In exchange, this stays between us. Deal?”

This was wrong. No, Dash couldn’t make this deal.

This was so so fucked up. 

He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know the full story. All he knew was what was in front of him, and that was the dead body of his (former?) classmate, and his ghost hovering above it with the typical goofy, carefree expression swapped for something far more dangerous.

“Okay,” he breathed, his tongue barely moving. “Okay. Deal.”

Fenton-Phantom uncrossed his arms to extend a hand out to Dash, who only hesitated for a moment before meeting him halfway.

He suppressed the shutter as his body was plunged into a freezer at the contact.

But he’s still half-alive…right?

“Good.” The carefree smile was back on Fenton-Phantom’s face, the tension in his jaw melting away its sharp angles and his blazing aura reducing to something more shimmery, more heroic.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to put my half-corpse back into the ground.”

Dash couldn’t stumble away quick enough, and despite the lactic-acid beginning to build in his legs, he found himself all but sprinting away once he was sure he was out of Phantom’s eyeline.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Dash had made a deal with Phantom. He had made a deal with a ghost. 

No, a hero.

Phantom was a hero. 

But he didn’t look like a hero when Dash saw him. He looked stressed, his green eyes were too shifty. And even when he’d transformed to Fenton to “prove” that he was still alive, for the first time, he didn’t really seem that alive. Dash could still feel the hints of the chill, he could still see the way Fenton’s teeth looked a little too sharp and the tips of his ears were a little too narrow and his skin just looked a little too olive-green.

God, how had he been so stupid? How had he not seen it before?

How had no one noticed?

Was Phantom just really that good at fooling everyone? Had he put the town under a spell?

Dash reached the edge of the forest and bent down, panting. He hadn’t even realized how much his throat was screaming for more air. 

Fuck.

He fumbled in his pockets and ripped his phone out.

He had just made a deal with Phantom about hiding a dead corpse. 

Dash was many things, but this?

He pressed the ringing phone to his ear. His heart pounded in his chest, and every ring felt like a century.

But then the other line clicked on, and relief washed over him as he heard the famous, “911, what’s your emergency?”

“I just found a dead body.” Cold plunged through Dash as he realized what had happened all over again. “I found Phantom hovering over a dead body. I think…I think it was his.”

There was a pause on the other line.

“What is your location?”

“I’m at Rosemary Park. It was about a half-mile in from the parking lot, right off of the diamond path. I…I think Phantom was burying the body again. It, god, it was Danny Fenton. Fenton is Phantom. He’s dead.”

“Okay, please stay calm. Emergency services have been dispatched to your location. What is your name?” 

“No, I can’t stay here. Phantom will kill me if he knows I called.”

“Sir, did he see you?”

“Yeah. He would know it’s me.”

“Please stay on the line. Can you get to a safe location?”

“I…” Dash felt the world tip, and he forced it to righten. “I can get to my car. I’m sorry, I need to get to my car. I need to go.”

Dash hung up, despite the protesting on the other end.

He needed to get out of here. 

He ripped open the door to his car, threw himself inside, jammed the key into the lock, and all but floored it away. It only took a few minutes down the highway before he began to hear the sirens in the distance.

Shit, fucking shit. 

If Phantom wasn’t caught…

He swerved to the first exit. 

If Phantom found out that Dash tattled, he would kill Dash, and no one would know what happened because no one would know that Dash was the one who called.

So Dash needed help.

He needed people to know who he was. 

He needed protection. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s me again. The one who just called in Phantom’s body. Uh, Dash Baxter. I’m…coming into the station. I think he’ll try to kill me if he gets away.”

“Alright. What station are you driving to?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where are you currently?”

“I just pulled off of exit fourteen.”

“There is a police station about two miles from you. Do you know where the Verizon building is?”

“I…yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

“There’s a station right next to it. Can I transfer you to their building?”

“Okay.” 

“Alright, please hold,” the voice said.

The silence was deafening.

And then a voice appeared in his ear once again. And Dash could have shuttered in relief because it meant he was going to be okay.

Sorry, Fenton. But I had to.

I had to.

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[bakersgrief]

a/n: I can't draw it, at least not yet, so I decided to write it. Bear Juza! ...Mostly. Everyone is trans and jubantai gives you cavities, basically.

Everyone around Juza could see how they changed. They were becoming more comfortable and confident. Their effort and passion was helping them grow into one of the finest actors anybody knew, breathing life and love into their roles.

Those around Juza could also see they were healing. Juza wouldn't say they had ever been unhealthy, exactly, but it was obvious that they were becoming healthier and happier by the day.

The truth was, Juza had been hurt. They had been hurting for a long time, before joining Mankai. That was where the healing started. And soon, the growth.

It started with a bit of hair. Juza had hair in most of the usual places, but they noticed their chest seemed to be getting fuzzier lately. Over the course of a few weeks, the sparse chest hairs their teenage self possessed grew like a patch of ferns. Soft curls adorned their chest more thickly than before; curls that had trailed down their abs and stomach and up their back and shoulders. It was a little unnerving for them. Juza felt as if it contributed to their masculine, intimidating image. But they were surprised by how much their partners seemed to like it.

Laying in bed, Taichi ran her slender fingers through the cloud of curls on Juza's chest.

"It's so soft and fluffy, Juza-san! I didn't think you could get even better for cuddling!" Taichi threw her arm over Juza's abdomen, snuggling closer into their side.

"Can't believe you ended up even more hairy than you were before. You were already gettin' a shadow by the time we went to bed," Banri mused from zir position on Juza's other side. Taichi agreed enthusiastically.

"Yeah," she chirped. "Now they get it at 4 o'clock! You're so cool, Juza-san!"

Juza felt reassured by their lovers' praise. It seemed a shame that their body was changing just as they had been becoming more comfortable in it. Oh well, that was life. (Or, "say-la-vee", as Homare-san would say.)

Time passed. People changed and grew. Perhaps it was fitting that Juza's body was changing now that their life had taken a turn for the better, as if puberty had decided to hold off on hitting them like a truck until they had learned to love their body and their self more than before.

But hair wasn't the end of it. Oh no. As time passed, Juza found the muscles they had gained from constant fights (and maintained from being an actor) were slowly being hidden under a layer of fat. Their body was growing bigger and softer, less hard ridges and more curves.

That was something they didn't dislike. A lot of people disliked having a pudgy tummy, but Juza was very happy with their new soft, squishy body.

"INCOMIIIIIIING!!!"

"Oof!"

Kumon had launched ximself into xer big brother's chest. Juza and Kumon would always be brothers. Regardless of the fact that neither were quite boys anymore.

Kumon squeezed xer big brother enthusiastically.

"You're so squishy, Nii-chan!!!" Xe hollered.

Even though they hated loud noises, Kumon's noises would never be a nuisance to Juza. Xe knew when they needed quiet.

"Thanks, Kumon." Juza chuckled, patting xer head.

Their mother could hardly believe the change her eldest had been through. There they were, on her doorstep. Completely changed from the lonely, angry teenage boy of two years ago.

She could barely keep the tears from falling as she wrapped them in a hug.

"Uh! ...Hi, mom."

"You look so good, baby! You've gained weight- that's so good..."

Juza smiled privately. They thought so, too.

"Hey, Ban-chan! Maybe we should start calling Juza-san "Kuma-chan" instead."

"Ha? Why would we do that?"

"Well, they're a bear now, right?!"

"Does it even count as a bear if they're not a man?"

"...I don't mind being a bear."

"Good!"

Taichi snuggled deeper into the space between her partners.

"You're our bear!"

Banri reached over and pinched one of Juza's love handles.

"Oi, keep it in the bedroom." They growled.

"Whatever." Ze retorted. "You're lucky I'm happy being a little femme, otherwise I'd beat you out in the hair department."

"Bullshiiiiiit~" Taichi sang, giggling.

The three of them cuddled closer on the couch, another happy day drawing to a close in the Mankai dorms.

[blackjackkent]

All right, let's wrap up Act 2.

Recap: Rakha has been having an utterly horrible series of days in which she has a) gone to an evil dimension, b) nearly been forced to kill her boyfriend, c) learned horrible snatches of information about her lost history, d) stepped in several acres worth of goo, and e) got beaten within an inch of her life by a giant skeleton creature.

She also f) finally killed the man she's been seeking vengeance on for several months, but in the process discovered that g) the rabbit hole goes WAY deeper.

So yeah, she's not in a great mood.

Not even the usual angry eyes, just big sad tired ones.

Clicked on Aylin to see if she had any further dialogue, but all she did was look up at the ceiling and shout "WE FLY AT YOUR WORD" which Rakha maybe doesn't find as inspiring as Hector did.

A table at the edge of the cavern contains further records of the Absolute cult's planning phases, once again dutifully transcribed by Scribe Yanthus, who I'm pretty sure has got to be dead, given that they apparently got to listen while Gortash dictated every detail of his super secret plans.

Rakha is still getting her head around the details of what apparently happened here, but certain facts are starting to coalesce. The Dead Three gods, as represented by their Chosen - Ketheric, Gortash, Orin - have taken over the power of an illithid elder brain with the intention of...

Her thoughts stop there because her understanding of their intentions beyond that is a little fuzzier. This document speaks of an illithid outbreak - coordinated, scheduled - but why? To what end? Simple cruelty? Or something more?

There's also a scribbled letter to Gortash on the table as well:

This means very little to Rakha at all.

Wyll, though, reads over her shoulder and narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "Patriars, eh? Gortash has important eyes on him."

"Who are they?" Rakha asks. Her voice is low and tired; she can't muster her usual direct energy towards obtaining this new bit of information.

"The city's nobility. The high-ranking folk." Wyll rubs his jaw. "Florrick did say he's been climbing the ranks. But it doesn't make sense - Karlach said he was a black market dealer. What changed?"

Rakha, Lae'zel, and Minthara all stare back at him blankly.

"Right," he says with the faintest hint of a grin. "Asking the wrong crowd, I think."

This is also on the table.

Rakha is tired enough that she ends up just staring at it for several minutes while the beast in her head growls with muted satisfaction; Wyll has to give her a shake and snap her out of it.

[maximotts]

*walks up to the mic, shaking and pulls out a piece of paper that rolls out as a list like that scene in SpongeBob.* hmmm I will have to come back…

ANYWAYS okay I have come here because I miss wittle babie angel wanda and I wuv her and I am her protector but I’m also thinking about running around during the day, just doing lil errands yk and she’s so happy. She loves doing errands with you. But just throughout the day you just randomly tug on a feather of her wings. Just one at a time. At first it doesn’t do much and she doesn’t even fully realize it’s happen but gradually she gets needier and needier and by the end of it she’s all out of breath and just bdnod

*I be back*

Welcome to the symposium, kittredge katterina. Allow me to respond normally to your first point..

SGHDVJDJKSDJLUK

Playing with her wings is so top tier!! Maybe the first couple of times she brushes it off as you wanting to guide her along because you know how she gets with crowds and you want to keep her feeling safe so she tries to ignore how tickly it’s making her feel.

But then after a while, going in and out of various stores, Wanda’s struggling to not be so obvious in rubbing her thighs together. And she’s embarrassed because you’re not acting like anything is wrong –you’re showing her new clothes and different stuffies, everything you know she loves seeing when she gets to visit the human levels– but all she can think about is how she wishes she could ask you to nibble at the base of her wings like you did this one time…

Eventually you can’t pretend to ignore her heavy breathing, the clingy way Wanda is holding your arm in both of hers, the little mewls she’s letting out each time you brush her wings now, “What’s wrong, Wands? Are you tired?”

Wanda just shakes her head, oblivious to your playing dumb, beckoning you to bend down so she can whisper in your ear, “I think I need to uhm, you know..”

“Need to what, pee? Is that why you keep squirming?” Wanda’s frowning now, frustrated because she can’t say what she wants, especially not in public, but you hold firm, grinning as you slowly walk her over to the back of the store where it’s darker and there are far few humans around.

Your hand stays on her back, thumb brushing the underside of her wings, right where the tiniest feathers are fluttering; if her thoughts get any fuzzier she thinks the tears of desperation in her eyes will spill over. With a quick glance around she notices the two of you are alone for the moment and takes the opportunity to grab your free hand and press your open palm to the front of her dress, right over her lower belly. “The butterflies are back..”

Which is Wanda’s cute little codeword to tell you what she wanted, the first way you’d tried to describe to the clueless angel what arousal feels like; now she uses it to express her feelings without saying anything ‘bad.’ “Yeah? Lift your dress, let me see how worked up my needy little angel got herself.”

[blxssom-221]

The Black Phone x Stranger Things?

For the love of god I swear I’m THIS 👌 close to writing a crossover fic between The Black Phone and Stranger Things. Like imagine:

The whole plot in the movie still happened. Finney and Gwen are traumatized af cause obvious reasons and their dad thought it’ll be a good idea for a fresh start, so they move to the next town over which happens to be Hawkins

And yk they’re trying to move on, trying to get past what happened to them but Finney can’t easily do that. He keeps thinking about all those boys who never stood a chance, those boys who, in death, helped him survive and especially Robin

So like in ST universe it’s around the start of season 2 or before it but yk Will is back and everything

And also the start of the kidnapping in TBP went on around the same time when Eleven opened the gate

Ok so what most people don’t know about Will is that he wasn’t alone in the upside down. He was for the first few days but then this kid appeared

He looked scared, traumatized and believed he died and somehow went to hell. But to Will, it’s hope and vague happiness because he’s not alone anymore and if someone also managed to get into this strange world then they can both find a way out

Will learned that the boy’s name was Griffin. They’d been in the upside down together for about a month now before another boy came. Then another, then another, then another

He learned all their names to be Billy, Bruce, Vance, and Robin and Will also learned that they all died in the exact same place and murdered by the exact same person. The days blurred together and the boys are having a hard time distinguishing reality from illusion and what’s worse is that their memory seems to be getting fuzzier

One day they found the replica of the basement in the upside down. There they saw the black phone. Feeling compelled Bruce grabbed the phone. They don’t know how it happened but Finney picked up the phone

They learned that Finney got kidnapped and one by one the boys gave Finney all he needed to survive. Then it’s over. The Grabber was dead and the boys are still in the upside down

At this point Will is starting to think that he died in his world too but just couldn’t remember it. Despite the different range of personalities between the 6 of them, the group worked out and stayed together. Little did they know that they only way they survived was cause of Will’s incessant humming of his favorite song much to Vance’s annoyance

And when Will got out, Griffin continued that habit on because they’re all not sure whether Will made it or not and at least this way they can pretend he’s still there with them

So Will came back and he can’t stop thinking about those boys. He wants, needs, to rescue them too but everyone is acting sensitive and overprotective around him so he can’t get the chance to tell them about the boys. Instead he does his own research. He never got their last names but it seemed that their case was popular enough that he didn’t have too much of a hard time learning about them

And that’s when he learned about the new kid Finney. The same Finney who the boys talked about

So Will approached him and Finney listened, even better he believed him especially since Will gave him hope of seeing Robin and the others again

Will also told Finney about El and how her powers helped bring him back, in turn, Finney told him about his sister Gwen who’s dreams helped find him and The Grabber’s victims

In this AU Finney (ability to communicate with spirits/ghosts etc.) and Gwen (prophetic dreams) powers came from their mom so they’re all born with it kind of like Vecna

So through them, they were able to see the boys in the upside down but they find that they have little time because demogorgans are hunting them down

So through the power of friendship and the mother gate and supernatural abilities of Finney and Gwen, the boys were able to be brought back to their bodies in a perfect state (maybe a little traumatized)

Gwen and El would be such great friends! Imagine them learning more about their powers together and bonding over that

Will and Finney are besties and together they pine and maul over their unrequited love for their best friends

Steve adopts 6 more kids

Vance and Billy H. clash bcs of how similar they are

Billy getting annoyed that there’s another Billy and everyone is calling him Hargrove instead

Erica and Gwen loves shitting on their brothers (but in a lovingly way)

Griffin and Billy are secretly menaces to society

Vance secretly admires Nancy and wants her to teach him how to use a gun. No one lets him

TBP boys often get nightmares about what the grabber did to them especially Griffin and Vance

I’m still not sure if I want a character redemption for Billy H. and have him be a tsundere overprotective bro to Max and have an enemies to begrudgingly friends to lovers trope with Steve….hmmm maybe

Aaaaand there’s the writers block. That’s all I got

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Yesterday

So yesterday things were really hectic and busy, and I didn't think we'd get any time to play. But we managed to steal a bit of time in the early afternoon after he teased me for half the morning, getting me worked up and making my tits bigger.

Anyway... In the afternoon I got to suck him off, which is always really hot for me. Less so for him I think, since you know, we're in different parts of the continent. So it's pretty real for me, but on his end it's probably pretty boring. Came in my mouth and my tits got bigger, which is super hot, highly recommend. But still, probably boring for him. So I was talking a bit ... dirty and trying to make it more exciting for him, might have said a few things I didn't totally mean. Like making me his bimbo slut, stuff like that. But we were left with only like twenty minutes, which he said wasn't enough time for him to enjoy himself, and not enough time to do anything really involved, but neither of us wanted to just pack it in... So we weren't sure what to do.

So then I had some blank spaced, I think he was just reinforcing old triggers and stuff, but I got reaaaally worked up. I still hadn't really cum. ( I mean I did right after one of the blank spaces, but it was one of those not that satisfying things that just make you want more, you know?). Offered to blow him again or something, sorta forgetting it's probably boring for him. I really need to figure out something brief and hot that's good for him you know? My go to would be a blowjob, but it doesn't really work out.

And then he tried to trigger me I think, but he got the trigger mixed up and just insulted me instead ;). So I got a bit annoyed, and then... there was a big blank space, and I woke up rubbing my clit frantically. My tits were also back to normal size >_< which was irritating.

I was sooo close it was nuts, and I couldn't stop. I didn't really try at first. If I hadn't been so horny it might have been a bit panic inducing. When I can't control my body it's a bit of a panic button for me. But I was too horny to notice, and I just kept rubbing and I came.

So I calmed down a bit, but, I still couldn't stop. I kept rubbing. At that point I got a bit frustrated and maybe a little panicky. Told him to stop it, but I mean, I didn't safeword or anything. It wasn't quite really over the line, just, skirting it a bit, you know. And he started to comment that cumming was making me dumber. I hadn't noticed till he said it, maybe cause it had only been once. But soon as he said it I noticed I was kind of foggy, fuzzy, and tried to stop, but I couldn't. Told him to cut it out but it just kept building too fast and I came again >_<. It was even faster than the first one.

At that point I think I was torn cause, I was frustrated and the forced rubbing was freaking me out, and I couldn't decided if I wanted to stop or if I wanted to just stop thinking about it, and I think I asked for my big tits back. Like if you're gonna do this at least gimme them back to play with, right? Was telling him I didn't wanna be dumb, but he showed me where id commented about making me his bimbo >_<. Told him I'd been worked up... Tried to argue but it was so hardto think and I came again >_<. Was so frustrating, it's so just.. irritating, not being able to control my hands.

I kept trying to stop, and he was talking about how good it felt, and I was trying to argue but I came again... I just couldn't stop. Like every time I came it jsut got easier and came faster and I was trying not to panic but soooo fucking horny... I came again >_<

Then he made my tits big and everything got so much fuzzier, and just, hazy, but god they felt so good I just couldn't think. I came like, the second they started to grow >_<. I think maybe two or three times. I don't know, it all blurred together. But he said he had to go then, and made fun of me for having big tits and small brains I htink >_<

And i was just.. floating and playingwith them and rubbing my clit... It felt so fucking good I just.. I dont know

He told me to thank him for making them big and making me dumb and i did i just didn't care anymore cause it felt so good. I came again. And again... I don't know how many times. He was going, and I was supposed to go, I had a thing to get to, but I just didn't want to stop, it was so easy to cuma nd it felt so good, and my tits felt so good, and everything was just perfect and hot and I rubbed and came and came and came...

I finally made myself stop and had to run out the door to get to where i needed to be >_<. But I went back to rubbing like as soon as I got home again, came a few more times before I had to stop >_<

Woke up this morning soooo horny thinking about it and asked him to do it again, but he's still busy. Promised to do it again if I wrote up a post talking about it. So I'm doing that >_<. He made my tits big again, which is sooo nice, but also not the same, so now im pretty much done writing. Just playing with them and waiting for him to be free.

Um... I guess send asks or questions and stuff. Or send him things too. Give me something to do while I wait.

[knarme-art]

Public note to self about ALL my Avatar OCs and fanclans...

So one day I might remember to make proper infoshits on them lmao.

Recoms

Esko Ilves - ...Medic and a kind of a badly turned out specimen whose life starts as being locked-up in a confused identity state. Currently a complete mess with the lore. Despite stereotypical masc Finnish old dude name has fat boobs and kinda destroys gender by existing.

Vilhelmi - Finnish-American army grunt who worships and respects nothing else than power. Sour-faced joyless bitch who's a bully whenever he can. Hates happy people. Straight. Simps for scary people. The kind of person whose insecurity is taken on absolutely everyone around him in the most destructive ways possible if he's given authority to do so.

Metkayina

Currently unnamed massive dude - Is actually a masc agender fella who uses masc terms etc. but doesn't actually "feel male" (let alone anything else..). He's gigantic and... Hear me out... He literally kins water, like he doesn't identify with na'vi shape or physique at all. If he was on Tumblr he'd say he's xenogender with an ocean-adjacent gender and that he's... Water but in human form. He's truly an odd one, has a rep as a mighty strong warrior but kind of... Likes to stick to his own company. I think he grew up orphaned and severely neglected, or maybe he's just born that way...? I can't be sure! He hunts RDA as almost like a sport and he's feared like an akula!!

Arctic Na'vi

Arctic Ocean People

These are chunky fellas that are even more extremely aquatic-adapted than Reef Na'vi are. There is mostly just barren tundra or ice for land near them so most of their materials are harvested from their oceanic prey.

One of my fanclans is of these Ocean people...

Ice Pirate - (waiting for proper naming) He is literally a pirate because land dwellers with their ships rob his waters of prey and kill his people too.. So he rides Space!Orcas with his chums to go rob those ships back!

Arctic Land People

Short subspecies of Na'vi who are fuzzier relatives of the rainforest Na'vi. They're very widespread in arctic and subarctic lands of Pandora, and many regional variants have a lot of different colorations going on etc.

I have like three different fanclans of these I've thought about.

The Ship Clan - These are the nemesis of Ice Pirate and his people. This clan is unusually dystopian by na'vi standards, since they're sort of colonizers. They have ships. They sail them ships to places and take stuff.

-> I've got one OC draft who's basically a captain of one of these thieving ships and a personal old nemesis of Ice Pirate

The Silver Fur Clan - These are based on a single painting of mine and an associated headcanon. So far I only know a lot of them became refugees because of something that is going on with their home. They have black and silver or gray hair.

The Ochre Fur Clan - Arctic land dwellers who live someplace remote and isolated. Also based on my headcanon of those same paintings I did. They have curly light-brownish-gray hair.

A little storylet with the two previous clans...

Two women from both of these clans get to know each other due to the displacement of the Silver Furs. The Ochre one comes to love and care for the Silver one deeply, but feels like she can't quite reach her the way she'd like to, - due to the events affecting the Silver one having changed her life in ways the Ochre one has never had to navigate. A gap in being able to relate. My headcanons of these two are very... Slice of life. Displaced person adjusts to new life. Another person learns to know her, but learns on the way that there are nightmares bigger than she can ever do anything about. Two people learning to live in an unpredictable world but also with their own differences. Etc. Especially Ochre one is a chronic "fixer", unknowingly ignoring her own obvious problems to be "helpful" and a lot of the time the result is... All but helpful. In this story everyone's mental health is in shambles. Road to shittyplace (since Na'vi don't know Hell) is paved with Good Intentions, right?

....

Now that's all about the Arctic. Moving on!

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Subarctic Lake Dwellers!

A. k. a. my self-insert pseudo-ancient-Baltic-Finnic-influenced Na'vi. These are actually a hybrid population between Arctic Ocean and Arctic Land Na'vi (mirroring the Finno-Ugrian North Asian and Nortwestern European mixed ancestry). They live in a boreal taiga style forested biome with a gigantic fuckton of lakes. Oh no, I wonder if a Finn made this... THERE ARE SO MANY LAKES.

I only have like one OC draft for these guys and he's just... Well.. Basically my fursona Kalamit in Na'vi form. Pompous hedonistic but generous fisherman (*in transmasc butch lesbian sense) who takes great pride in all he can do for ya babeyy. His magnificent bastard energy is unmatched because he's like pure life energy kinda like Kalamit, my sona, thematically is.

No story going on in here. Na'vi!Kalamit is possibly meant to be simply an RP character to craft stories with...

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Kxayltirey Nation

...A. k. a. my most ambitious fanclan and the only one I've properly named so far. This is the one with a fuckton of historical and societal worldbuilding attached. Dystopian situation where a past occupation materially vanished, yet stayed in the minds and ways of the people, severing their connection to Eywa.

Class & ecology issues and dystopian angst of people who are born not knowing why their society teaches self-hate and acceptance of authority figures that have the most impressive gaslighting game ever.

Kxayltirey lore is so expansive that it'll need its own posts. Gonna go over some Kxayl OCs of mine...

Kxasi - Young hunter from Kxaylian outskirts. Everyone is disappearing from his village to pursue a life in the central plateau, - the hegemonious hub of the Kxayl society, so Kxasi follows the path of what makes one a well-accomplished one. Kxasi's whole identity revolves around succeeding in the hierarchy, and he is churned into a full existential crisis when gaining a disability that makes flying an ikran impossible. MORE STORY IS OUT THERE BUT IT'S VERY LONG, SORRY CHUMS. <\3

Commander - Trust me bro, he has an actual name too. One of those "air force commanders" of the Kxayl, but reduced to a humiliating job of training n00bs. Takes a mutual curiosity in Kxasi, who is also from the Outskirts. Both had to fight hard for their position, and neither is well-versed in Plateau social etiquette, and they share old cultural practices that still thrive in the Outskirts, and that have become taboo and disappeared in the central plateau. Commander/Kxasi is a canon ship and they are Toxic Yuri. <3 (how toxic, depends on the verse... )

Kxasi's little bro - Tallest person in his family. Really genuine and nice fella but also will hold his ground. Kxasi is reminded of the goodness of people by his brother.

Kxasi's father - Very knowledgeable hunter of the foresty lower plateau cliffs. Has his ancestry in the now-secluded Gorge Forest part of Kxayl society, so he is a knower of ancient ways. He's plural. Generational trauma because of past conflicts is strong here. Him and Kxasi resemble one another deeply.

Kxasi's mother - ...Is from the Plateau. Knows Kxasi's weaker side and feels protective of it.

Kxasi has two uncles and two aunts. But I'm tired of typing.

......

(REMINDER TO WRITE ABOUT THOSE "MISSING LINK SPECIES" THAT ARE TO NA'VI WHAT OTHER HOMININS ARE TO HUMANS, BUT WEIRDER AND MORE EXPANSIVE)

[fritextramole]

Gossip Girl Mamma Mia au bc it got long I didn't wanna take over @vanderwoodlings beautifully thought out greek mythology post any more than i had. but i still have ideas to share with her, @strideofpride and @blairwaldcrf (who first suggested this)

Lily as Donna with a wild child past that she's a little ashamed of but also definitely misses - but she doesn't want her daughter going down the same path. The movies are inconsistent but it seems like Donna's mom stopped supporting her when she got pregnant (which could mean no Scott but this is Mamma Mia so maybe he just shows up in a fun twist - after all, Cece would probably be less forgiving the second time)

Serena as Sophie. raised by a single mom. they clearly love each other but also have their differences. Impulsive. wonders what her life would be like if she had her dad around

she has an impending wedding to Carter Baizen. Independent from his parents while she's tied to her mom. doesn't want the big white wedding and would rather use that money to travel, but he's doing it for her. where Carter differs from Sky The Film Fiance is that he knows she wants to find her dad and is helping

which leaves Eric her younger (half) brother to fill the role of supportive, but distinctly aware of how ridiculous this is. he understands that Serena wants to find her dad, but figured out that he doesn't need a father to feel whole and thinks throwing a giant wedding just so she can invite three men she's never met is a terrible idea

things get fuzzier with the other adults bc gossip girl just doesn't have that many, but I'll do what I can

the easiest is Rufus as Sam, the only potential father that Donna loved. things went south. he married someone else and had 2 kids shortly after. that marriage didn't work out and he always wondered about what could have been so when he gets an invite to her daughter's wedding he figures why not attend

William van der Woodsen works better as Bill (impulsive, kinda smarmy) than Harry (timid but wishes he wasn't) so we'll call him Will (which doubles as the average of their names and a portmanteau of Worse Bill,) say he attended for the hell of it, and move on to his love interest

Carol as Rosie. Lily's bandmate / close friend / sister. pushed her to free herself from Cece and spread her wings. never married - takes pride in being a lone wolf. had a thing for Will when they briefly knew each other 20 years ago. she never lived on Kalokari in the movie so we could say that she slept with Will shortly after Lily and that's when Charlie was conceived (and kept secret from Lily)

Tanya and Harry are even harder. the flashback episode had them hanging out with Carol's coworker Owen, who's enough of a blank slate to be either one. We could blur canon even more and stick Eleanor Waldorf in as Tanya (rich. vain. divorced once or thrice) but that doesn't really work

Harry had a Johnny Rotten t shirt (and Colin Firth looked like a rocker in the iconic flashback moment before Mamma Mia (the song)) so we'll say he's some other rockstar Lily slept with and Tanya is another groupie and leave it at that

Nate and Blair as Sophie's bridesmaids (Ally and Lisa) who get caught up in her scheme. they had their cute little rhyme and i think it would be fun! "we're Sophie, Ally Lisa! We're the greatest bestest mates! I'm tough! (N) I'm tall! (S) I'm tiny! (B) and we're gonna rock this place!"

Sky's best man Pepper is not a super important part of the movie but he is a fun ball of chaos so we could file off the more problematic aspects of Chuck or Georgina and stick them in here to hit on The Nameless Former Groupie

the original plays out in a hotel on a Greek island. which feels very Serena (and is a fun nod to her time on Santorini with Carter) so we'll keep it. Lily Rhodes graduated from Brown with a degree in classics and an interest in photography. before settling down in either New York or Montecito she took a trip to Greece with her wayward sister Carol and their friend, singing for fun and for money, bc their mom refused to pay for this trip as long as Carol was involved

Lily has a short fling with Rufus while they're both on Kalokari, but uh oh! he has a fiance back home. she finds out. he disappears into the night. she falls in bed with Will and Some Other Guy to drown her sorrows. He returns, having broken things off with Alison, but it's that rom com trope where he sees her on a date through the window and figures she's moved on, so he goes home and begs Alison to marry him

Lily never really got over Rufus but she manages to build a home on Kalokari. Her heartache is the least of her worries when she discovers that she's pregnant. she opens a hotel bc singing and photography aren't enough to support her daughter, and besides, the island is beautiful and people should visit

20ish years later the plot plays out more or less the same, with Serena finding a diary (or for Lily, a photo album) from the year her mom was pregnant with her and deciding she wants a big wedding so she can find her dad (and hopefully figure herself out in the process.) she invites the men, miraculously they all attend. Lily's already stressed from wedding planning and from her daughter growing up (and potentially leaving with her new husband) and having 3(!!) exes around is NOT helping

the men independently figure out that "oh! I must be Serena's dad! that's why I was invited! I'm gonna do the right thing and walk her down the aisle! :)" Serena's overwhelmed by her lies and ends up picking a fight with her mom and brother the morning of her wedding but they patch it up while Lily and Eric help her get ready

Rufus is trying to get back together with Lily. He sees his opportunity when Serena decides at the altar that actually Carter and Eric are right! she doesn't want a big wedding! she calls it off in the middle and she and Carter decide to use the money to travel and get married some other time. the truth finally comes out and all three men agree to each be 1/3 Serena's father (they offer for Eric but he politely declines.) Rufus takes this opportunity to propose to Lily and the two of them get married bc we're all here anyway (except for his two children but that's a story for Mamma Mia 3 I guess)

speaking of which! sequel plots for this au include

it turns out Lily and Rufus already knew other before that European tour and much to Rufus' surprise have a son together

Rufus' other children track down their dad in Greece and go hey dad what the fuck but decide they like Kalokari and stick around part time

Blair almost marries the visiting prince of Monaco but decides she likes Rufus' mildly pretentious curly haired son better

Surprise! Will and Carol have a child together! No one is pleased!

Lily has a health scare and everyone is prompted to decide who will get the hotel. They decide Scott, who's both the oldest, and needs a stronger connection to his family

The hotel had been closed for renovations and Cece arrives (uninvited! how gauche) to the reopening party to see what her daughter has built

this list had convinced me we need a Mamma Mia Gossip Girl sitcom bc I'm having a lot of fun with this

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Violence #9 @stories-from-the-warp

[Choose Violence Asks]

Worst part of canon.

Oh boy there's a long list. I genuinely do not know what part of canon I would say is the worst.

I'm just gonna fire off some of my takes as the aspects of canon that I dislike. This is in absolutely no coherent order whatsoever.

I dislike the direction that Magnus has been taken [going from a potentially very interesting daemon primarch who chafes and secretly works to free himself from the grasp of Tzeentch vs old bird man with dementia], though this is mainly how Chaos characters have been treated in modern 40k as a whole. There's scant few who didn't feel like flanderized villains and who had actual depth and interest. Shoutout to Josh Reynold's Apocalypse for being able to keep a balanced narrative and have a lot of depth for all sides of the conflict. Also rare W for Guy Haley for handling Kor Phaeron super fucking well in Throne of Light, despite only having him exist for 3 chapters. It was his first 40k appearance and it wasn't god awful.

I very heavily dislike the demonization of queerness with the overt association with Slaanesh - note: I think it's cool that Slaanesh is seen as the queer god, but I do not like how basically the entirety of the novel Fulgrim and some subsequent texts treat queerness as being bad and demonic and degenerate. That fucking sucks. As I said in a previous ask, as a queer dude myself, I don't feel very welcome or comfortable in fandom spaces for this reason.

I do not like how Lorgar was handled in the novel Slaves to Darkness, partially because it completely wrote him out of the Siege and how it completely humiliated him in what felt like fan service to all of the grimdark memers. It then made the lore about which Word Bearers were/were not on Terra fuzzy, something that gets egregiously fuzzier as the Siege wears on. The majority of the Legion followed Lorgar after Ullanor. How are there still thousands upon thousands upon thousands of them fighting on the Spirit and on Terra? Also, now it opens up the question of what the fuck happened to him afterwards, a question that I am convinced will never be answered. And maybe that is a good thing.

I do not enjoy the short story "The Reflection Crack'd" and could go without it being canon, partially due to the demonization of queerness that is rampant in earlier BL stuff.

I do not enjoy the direction Sortiarius was maybe hinted at going. I understand not wanting to make a one-to-one Prospero, but I genuinely think making it into a gun factory is not better. This is supposed to be the New Kingdom. Give it to the humans or something. Do something better than gun factory. Also, I dislike how little has been shown on Sortiarius, or anything connected to the New Kingdom. A Better Place/A Promise Fulfilled easily could fill novels and they should.

I do not enjoy the push for the Imperials being The Heroes and The Good Guys despite the setting having obviously theocratic fash leanings for the Imperium. Sorry, WarCom, but I have read at least three entries from the Dawn of Fire series, and the Imperials were horribly bland and heroic. I dislike the evaporation of the grey from the setting.

I do not enjoy how the xenos factions are sidelined again and again and again. The Necrons were able to enjoy some popularity as of late, thank everything, but all other factions deserve it too. Stop treating them as nothing more than side pieces when they have their own characters, societies, and histories, GW. I can maybe pass the tyranids, but at bare min genestealers deserve something.

The man who said "I have an avowed weakness for dusky women" from Betrayer was weird and creepy and I feel like could have probably Not existed. I do not like him. That was fucking weird.

I know people would probably say "oh daemonculaba" but honestly I've gotten over that entire thing by now. Yeah yeah it's disgusting, it's horrific, it's terrible, but so is 95% of the stuff that happens in the setting. Would I rather it not be canon? Maybe, if just to get people to shut the hell up about it.

Exception for the one artist human on here who's name I am forgetting who created Fernka with the daemonculaba. I would keep it canon purely for them. Fernka is wonderful.

OH. From the Vigilus campaign, Abbadon not killing Calgar. He absolutely should've. Let characters die, GW. Calgar could be replaced by a new primaris who you could give character to and maybe get people to like the primaris lore-wise who are otherwise averse to it. Maybe. But that SERIOUSLY felt like such a big let down, especially with the new Abbadon model released + the Chaos refresh that accompanied it.

There's probably more but this is what I have off the top of my head. Sorry this ask got super long, I had some Opinions.

[theadventurerslog]

Discworld | Part 5

To the tune of Frère Jacques/Brother John Are you sleeping

What do I do, what do I do? I am stuck! I am stuck! What the heck do I do? What the heck do I do? Damn, dang, darn. Damn, dang, darn

So, I only lost my marbles for a short time... No, never mind it was a short reprieve before they were indeed, lost again. Basically just a lot of losing and finding. But, as for the first problem, I did make some early progress thanks to hints--thanks friend! Friend hints feel much better to get than just looking up stuff. And gah, this game. No wonder it has the reputation it does.

I needed black robes. I figured out it was the monk of Offler: robe style was the same, he mentions himself as a Black Monk of Offler and then he also references weather. But I had no idea how to get his robe.

What I ultimately needed to do was get him wet, so he'd remove his robe. Spread a little chaos. The butterfly effect you might say. The right butterfly was needed as there are two: one around the inn during the present day and the one I've mentioned before from the park the previous night that put fish and water in the present day park's lamp. See? It makes sense. Chaos butterflies! The park butterfly was the one I needed. However, I wasn't sure how to actually catch it at first. I needed to do something with the previous night's drunk Rincewind. As it turned out the butterfly was out of reach because of his snoring.

Now, my logic was a little fuzzier and a lucky guess. I figured, okay, maybe I need to get him to move so my present Rincewind could hop onto the bench or something, and so I tried the frog thinking it might jump on him. No, it ended up in his mouth which blocked the snoring which brought the butterfly close enough to catch it successfully with the butterfly net. See, I'd forgotten that Rincewind, early in the game when getting the university gates open, had coughed up a frog. That was one of my hints had I remembered it. Now we know how he ended up with a frog in the first place. But, I stumbled into the solution anyway.

Then I brought the butterfly to the corner where the monk was (after some fumbling and accidentally putting it in Rincewind's pocket and thinking I lost it), or rather where the monk will be, as we're still in the previous night. Use the butterfly on the lamp there and presto, storm in the present day over the monk. Butterfly effect!

Back in the present day he was robeless and the robe was left to dry in the fishmonger's alley on the clothesline that was there. Finally saw a use for that clothesline.

Back, again, to the previous night where I was able to go back to the hideout and then use the glass on the drainpipe to eavesdrop on the thief to the get the password. The glass has 'fine acoustic properties'. Then don the robe and in I went into the secret brotherhood's hideout! At last!

Part of the summoning ceremony that was shown at the start of the game.

Now I got the first part of it, which revealed that their leader as the jester from the palace thanks to him showing his Chucky staff. And the other members were all complaining about things and what they want to see improved by this whole affair.

The ceremony proceeded on as it did in the game's intro.

And got a glimpse again of the dragon.

Then that was that and I was put back outside.

Now here was my thought process at the time. It was flawed. Very flawed.

Aaand, then I was back to now what. The palace seemed a reasonable next step with the knowledge gained of the jester being the head of the brotherhood, but the guards are still blocking me. Getting into the brotherhood's hideout ended up not helping much. I guess despite the dragon making a big deal of following the trail of the summoning book first I'm just supposed to start hunting down those artifacts? I just expected to get some sort of clue toward any of them. Unless I did and it flew over my head. <- Bingo!

So, I went for the bigger loose ends I still had like the inn. After some other wandering around including noticing another lamp in the fishmonger alley that led me to wondering if I could put a butterfly there at night too, only to find the frog was totally gone now and therefore I couldn't get the butterfly back, I ended up back at the inn. The inn does have a butterfly during the day but not one I could catch. However, checking the room again led me to discovering that I had missed a bed sheet I could take.

Aha! What do you with big white sheets? Ghost time! Boooo spooky. There was my missing link for the scared guy at the inn during the previous night, so back there I went. Seeing a lot of L-Space...

With the bed sheet Rincewind was able to look like a ghost and the guy hid quivering under his blanket, letting me explore the room freely and follow the steps he'd told me about. Once I checked the jewelry box Rincewind did the rest without my input:

Check the jewelry box on his bedside table In the bottom is a secret compartment with a letter opener

Use the letter opener with a note hidden under his mattress Learn the combination to the safe from the note Open the safe revealing a hammer, though I didn't realize it was a hammer at first and Rincewind didn't know what to do with it so he put it back.

And then I tried not to scream. That led nowhere! So after a moment of more growling and huffing and trying again in case I missed something I thought I'd go back to the present day and speak with him again. Maybe there was a step I'd forgotten.

No, as it turned out, having gone that far, now Rincewind knew about the hammer to ask him about it which gave me the last step. Break the jewelry box with it to get the gate pass inside. So I went back again to do the full round and acquired a gate pass that'll let me leave the city.

An aside where I'm going to get out of order briefly here. I did make some further progress, but I decided, because certain I must have just missed something, I went back to the dragon summoning again, and yeah, each brotherhood member does give a clue as to their identity and therefore the artifacts as they each have one. It just kind of went over my head the first time... From what I gathered if I correctly understood these I want

a thief though could be assassin, but presumably thief as he stole the summoning book

the fish monger

chimney sweep

the dunniking guy?

something about wanting to outlaw cheap plastering in favour of major structural reinforcement - not sure about this one, could be alchemists for all their explosiveness? Could be the toymaker? He's been suspiciously rebellious and has a big thing of paste...

Probably the Fool himself? He's the leader; I assume he probably has one of the gold artifacts too?

I got some direction. At least some people to work with. But that came later.

Back to where I was, with the gate pass in hand I was able to leave the city but I didn't know why. It was an option so I took it.

More locations! More locations...

I had the Wood, the mountains and the Dark Wood. I went to the wood first where I found a wishing well.

I was able to fill my pot with water but didn't find anything else to do.

I went to the mountains and was taken to a path where I ran into a cockatrice. Thankfully as things were looking dicey the good ol' trusty Luggage came and scared it away.

And the cockatrice left me an egg and a feather.

Then I entered the dark wood with a bunch of eerie and sinister stuff.

As far as I could tell I couldn't do anything with the various creepy stuff, but the path took me to Nanny Ogg's cottage.

Just wandering into a witch's cottage, even if it's Nanny Ogg's, seems a little dangerous, but wander in I did, sorry Nanny! The cauldron had some custard which I put in the pot, replacing the water I'd grabbed earlier. Given what I had seen of her recipe book before I was figuring it was probably love potion custard.

With that in mind, there was the whole milkmaid and barber situation, so I went back to the city thinking to do something about that.

I went back to the psychia-trickerist's only to discover that the first seat was empty now and that led me to being called next to visit the psychia-trickerist.

I got a couple ink blots out of it to keep, but otherwise I don't think the experience helped Rincewind much.

Trying the custard with the milk maid lady didn't do anything either.

Since I was in the Square anyway, I thought I'd talk to everyone again in case stuff had changed.

Dibbler was now selling treacle donuts dusted with sugar, cinnamon and honey. Very sticky.

I also spoke again to the street urchin and he started this secret handshake thing with I'm pretty sure the toymaker but refused to teach Rincewind it until he proves himself a man in more than the physical sense. Add that to the to-do list...

It was at this point I finally dragged myself back to the secret brotherhood to witness the summoning again and got a better idea of who each member was and that they were in fact giving me clues as discussed earlier.

With that in mind, I decided to go to the fish monger because he was clearly one of them and my inability to do much there up to this point had been bugging me.

When I got there, things had changed a little because there was now an octopus just hanging out in the stall as an octopus does.

I couldn't just pick it up, but I was able to use the twine to tie it up and then I felt bad for doing it, but I got an octopus in my inventory. Temporarily.

Now, my thought process that did get a result, albeit not the result I was originally thinking: I went back to the alley behind the fishmonger where the toilet is. I tried putting the octopus in it, thinking aha, maybe that'll get the dunnyman involved in this somehow and he seemed like another artifact bearer. It seemed like something could result in clogging a toilet with an octopus. So I did that and went to go see him and discovered he had a gold tooth.

So my thought process was immediately derailed because gold tooth! I know how to get a tooth out: something sticky! The donut! (thanks Monkey Island for that very quick thought.) It did indeed break his tooth and he rushed off to the barber/dentist. I followed after, and he was there, but the dentist was too distracted daydreaming of the milkmaid to actually do any work. With a little back and forth I was able to finally matchmake him and the milkmaid lady at the psychia-trickerist and off they both went to meet at the forest where the well is, leaving Rincewind to mind the shop.

With the barber/dentist gone I was able to use his apparatus and knock the gold tooth out claiming it for myself. One artifact acquired! But none of that had anything to do with my work with the fishmonger, oops.

Before I went back to the fishmonger, I dropped off the tooth with the dragon and then went to the alley where the rooftops are. I wanted to see if the chimney sweep was there and the tile that launches you was working again. Or maybe I was messing something up last time; I don't know. Either way I got up there, saw the chimney sweep had a golden brush and had no idea what to do about that, so I left it for now.

So, that's one out of six golden artifacts down, and my next goal was to go back to the fishmonger's and try to sort out what's going on there and what his artifact is. And that'll be next time where I will hopefully find several of the artifacts. And maybe I won't get repeatedly very stuck...ha... Though, despite my initial start to this post and associated sessions, I am proud of the progress I did end up making.

[flightfoot]

Marinette and Adrien are already dating since at least Perfection. I would assume they finally get together during Kwami's Choice. There is no reason to interfere in someone's relationship that already exists. They're not pining away at each other they're just having issues getting the right moment for their first kiss. That's a personal moment that definitely shouldn't be directed by two other people with the approval of their closest friends. Also Marinette voices objections during the explanation saying that maybe they should just go at their own pace and gets shut down. The writers insistence at shoving Adrienette down the audiences throats makes her friends come off as insensitive and pushy.

The entire show revolves around the Lovesquare. It's like complaining that Romeo and Juliet pushes Romeo/Juliet down the audience's throats.

In any case, I think their relationship status is a little fuzzier than that? Like, they know they like each other and would like to be together, but they can't quite go all the way into a full relationship - Marinette just has such a hard time Spitting It Out. I think the idea is that Marinette's been failing on her own for a long time, so outside intervention is required to FINALLY get these two past the finish line, to the point where they don't require interference anymore. I wouldn't say that it's even about getting the circumstances for their first kiss, it's more about trying to get it to the point where Marinette can finally comfortably tell Adrien that she loves him. He knows, but she still doesn't feel like she can really convey it.

The kids just want to help their friends, like how they've been trying to help Marinette for the last several seasons. I'm guessing they'll pull back on arranging these circumstances when Adrien and Marinette no longer seem to need it.

[chriirahluvr]

Europa: A Shallow Speculation on Theoretical Life

So I am in a mission design class this whole year, a very fun experience! We are honed in on Europa, which has led to me doing so much research specifically on Europa's surface and theorized subsurface ocean and its ability to house life. 

I can make a million information posts about the process of life detection but I just want to make a silly overview of what I think life on Europa would look like if it were to exist! Just some fun speculative biology stuff, maybe with some art to come at a later date if I'm feeling inspired. 

But, for today, I will just be setting some general rules!

All complex life would be aquatic or semi-aquatic at the very least, thanks to the four kilometers of ice separating the ocean from the EXTREMELY irradiated surface. I'm sure some rogue microorganisms could climb their way to the surface thanks to Europa's seismic activity, but the moon's surface is absolutely not suited to house life. 

Europa's ocean is deep. When I say deep, I mean DEEP. It is estimated to be anywhere from 60 to 150 kilometers deep (40-100 miles). For context, Earth's Mariana Trench is just over 11 kilometers deep. That is just shy of 7 miles. I would be tempted to say that skin pigmentation would also be nonexistent, but radiation may lead to pigment being beneficial! I have found no sources about radiation levels within the ocean though, so this is something I am on the fence about. The pressure present at the bottom of the ocean also means that squishy anatomy would be preferred, at least at the ocean's floor! 

Thanks to the 15 kilometer ice crust and a low amount of sunlight, eyes would serve little to no evolutionary purpose, at least for getting around (I will elaborate more later :D ). The primary sense Europa's critters would likely rely on is echolocation, which they would perceive as a "visual" environments kind of analogous to imaging sonar, see above! However, it would likely be much fuzzier of an image. Visual sonar is done through multiple scans over time, which would not be an efficient way to see your environment for an organism just trying to get around. They would just see vague shapes, which get more defined the closer they are. No color perception is allowed either, but it would be the best way to gather spatial information in a pitch black aquatic environment.

If reproduction is not asexual, I believe extreme sexual dimorphism would exist and also that sexual selection would primarily rely on sound. Perhaps some natural predators would learn to replicate the fuzzy appearance and mating call of its preferred prey as a way to lure in easy targets, or perhaps some species would even evolve primitive eyes and bioluminescence as a secondary sexual selection method, and as a way to weed out predators. They would not “see” the light, but rather sense it as a vibration. So, in essence, some animals may “hear”, more like feel, colors. 

Now, about semi-aquatic Europan life!

I can imagine some ice-burrowing species emerging, as a sort of way to escape the chaos of an open ocean. They probably would not live too much higher than a few feet into the ice, however. They would likely have fatty bodies in order to effectively brave the cold, and thus would probably be scavengers or predators. I think the idea of some animals forming ant-like colonies within the ice surface is a fun one! Some predators adapted to traversing these burrows for easy prey would likely emerge from this as well. Unfortunately, a Europan ice ecosystem runs on the assumption that the ice which meets the ocean is the correct texture for animals to feasibly break through with the right evolutionary umph. The speculation is entertaining, though!

A lot of Europan life would probably be similar to fungi or algae on earth. This is because there is no feasible way to photosynthesize, but there are possible energy and mineral sources theorized to exist in the form of hydrothermal vents. Perhaps a colony would grow, with ‘roots' of some kind near a hydrothermal area, and “leaves” spread around to intake resources. Maybe carnivorous flora would exist in this way too! Algae type of organisms would likely just spread around hydrothermally active areas, and “photosynthesize” using the light produced by vents on the seafloor. Lots of small herbivores might feast on this algae, and become a food source for predators. A fun ecosystem!

Again, all of this speculation is just for fun :) It is not SUPER realistic, but as an enjoyer of speculative biology I like allowing my mind to wander while doing all my research for class. Perhaps I might start working on some phylogenetic trees in my free time. I may post some fun Europa science overviews and some of the graphics we are producing for our Huntsville presentation! 

xoxo,

Zofia

[rudojudo]

Next Episode Trailer

So I figured instead of looking back at the last year, I’d get more out of thinking about my plans for the next one. So here’s everything in the works from me/Rudo Judo Games in 2023! I hate being so transparent about it, but I’d love it if this got shared around a bit for the people who’d be interested.

Giant of Light

This is the big one! My love letter to the modern incarnation of the Ultraman series. This is an adventure game about being someone who either turns into a giant superhero or has access to a portfolio of kaiju. You investigate trouble and when the time comes, the action shifts to a grid-based battle system for the super-sized action. It’s probably 90% written and I want to get some more art for the interior, then it’s out there.

The Hard Way

This one’s less an adoring homage and more a shitpost that came to life. The core concept is playing through an entry in the SAW series, with the intended vibe of the table being friends watching a trashy horror movie with snacks. I thought this one was done, but then I ran a session and realized that it needed refinement, so now I’m refining! Still coming soon, though.

Santa Carla at 4AM

Another joke that possessed me suddenly (shout out to Lil), this is a short, possibly even one-page RPG about being one of the Lost Boys before/outside the narrative of the movie itself. You play as a beautiful, immortal dirtbag looking to amuse themself and help eternity pass faster. Pull big stunts, feed on tourists, get in fights, and most importantly of all, have profound homoerotic tension.

Further Down the Pike

Not projects I’m going to probably get finished this year, but here are the ideas I’m most interested in working on when those three are done:

Free Lunch for Magic Users: in a magical post-apocalypse, players are con-men and odd-jobs using their extremely limited magical powers to make a living. Think Fallout, Cowboy Bebop, and Adventure Time, but starring people on the level of Arataka Reigen or Peter Venkman.

V/H/Essence: play as a movie monster in a world that hates you for existing. Less X-Men, more a thesis statement about being Queer in America. Comes from the fact that almost all the people I know who really, passionately love horror are gay and/or Trans.

Demon Castle Dracula: a team-based game inspired by the Castlevania series. Work together to map the castle, slay the coterie of monsters from world mythology living there, then take on the dark lord and break his curse on the land.

Sentai Squad (working title): each player gets their own team of brightly-colored heroes who work together to defeat monsters, but you’re also making sure that your team is the most beloved, the most famous, and the top seller of merchandise. Maybe being a hero can get a little cutthroat.

Journey to the Quest: an adventure game inspired by Shonen Jump comics like Dragon Ball (not Z) and early One Piece. Play as a heroic child on a quest for greatness, making the world better as you pass through it.

Things That Aren't Games

As though that wasn't plenty. But I do want to try to do more, since hanging all my hopes and dreams on a single hobby/subculture is asking for trouble. But I have three other big goals, things that will probably get priority over a fourth game.

A novel: I have an idea that I've been nurturing for a while and I think it's really coming together. I think I can manage a first draft of a short novel in one year, even working around the games and day job.

A short story submission: this one's a bit fuzzier, but I'd like to have some published fiction I can point to if I'm going to be shopping a novel around for publication, so it makes sense to have more work in print.

Podcasting: I want my games played. I want people to hear how they work and I would love to connect with the massive talents out there in the Actual Play space. So I want me and/or my games to make two appearances on shows this year.

SO! High bar. I know. I didn't get a quarter this much done in 2022. I know I won't do it all unless I really put myself into it, but if I can even come close, this will be my best creative year yet. I hope you can join me.

[setting-in-a-honeymoon]

Informally tagged by @earlgreytea68 when she did this game and encouraged people to steal it, so, here I am, being a little thief, to procrastinate :3

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you've ever had?

Hmm maybe the idea that became Look at You and Smile. It's just soft and fluffy and fun, you know? Idk though, I've got a lot of fic ideas in my notes app/on my to-do list that might be strong contenders, like my Trojan War au and the conspiracy theorist radio fic.

What is your favorite part of being a writer? Which parts could you take or leave?

Um. Can I say writing for both?

I love the process of writing but also it is the bane of my existence, you know? When it goes as planned, awesome, but when it doesn't and I kind of want to tear my hair out, not awesome. And editing is fantastic, I highly recommend it, but it's also pain! Not gonna lie!

I will also say, I think it's frustrating when you try to get feedback from people and most of it amounts to they don't get your work. That might come off as pretentious, but I say this because last semester I was in a short story workshop, and some of the revision suggestions I got were really helpful, but some of the questions people had, especially about specific details I know I made clear in the story, made me want to roll my eyes and be like, "Did you even read it?"

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Probably just creating the content that I want to see, and hoping other people will get as much joy out of it as I do. :)

What do you wish you knew when you first started out writing?

I don't really know? I think that any knowledge I have now, younger me wouldn't really know what to do with, you know? And uh. Thinking about that young adult Percy Jackson and the Olympians-esque novel I started writing in late elementary/early middle school. There's a lot of advice I could've given her. I would not know where to start. But I think it's probably better that I wrote the way I did and it's evolved into how I write now, so. Yeah, I don't know.

What is your favorite story you've written to completion? Link it if you'd like and can!

Right now, it's Look at You and Smile, mainly because the Tiny Dancer scene in that fic had been living in my head for so long, and I was so so happy when I typed it out and it came out exactly how I imagined it in my head. It made me feel like I'd been touched by the muses lmao. It was also really rewarding to finally write a fic I'd been tossing around in my head for (checks journals to make sure I have the date right) three years.

What is your favorite out of the box quote?

I'm gonna cheat a little bit and include two. First, from Don't Dare Stop:

But. They must’ve been working longer than Patrick thought, because it’s the beginning of golden hour, everything around them a little bit softer and fuzzier as the sun just barely starts to sink on the horizon. It’s enchanting the way a warm shower after a long day is, mundane and comforting. 

Patrick looks at Pete. Soft. Fuzzy. Enchanting.

And also, this one, from one of the later chapter in Guided to You:

“No, I mean it.” He takes Patrick’s hand and intertwines their fingers. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with. If the afterlife weren’t real and reincarnation was what next, I’d want to be reborn with you every time.”

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Probably Gerard in Head All Tangled Up, but that feels like a cop out, cause the way I wrote him is completely based on Dustin Hoffman's character in the movie that fic is based on, Stranger than Fiction (which I highly recommend, if you haven't seen it). Other than that, I don't think any of my characters have really had controversial mindsets.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Probably first, "Wow, no novels?" And then, "What? Fanfiction? About who? That band that wrote 'Alone Together?'"

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