#and also writing it!! this is an rp blog after all

[riiviir]

hi tumblr sorry I disappeared I am back with lamb

[mrthenarrator]

YO I FLUSTERED THE NARRATOR

Dear Narry,

You can just call me Emmy, since you seem to enjoy me so much. I just wanted to know you better, so I’m here to ask about your hobbies, and whether they include sitting around and looking handsome (you don’t have to answer the last part-)! But no genuinely, you are cool and I wanna know things about you.

Also, here’s some platonic head smooches and headpats! <3

-E.T.S.

Very well, Emmy! And thank you for the platonic head pats and head kisses!

As for my hobbies -aside from sitting around and looking handsome as I usually do- 😏I do a fair share of writing in my free time!

While most of it is directly tied to potential scripts and endings for the Parable, I've recently been trying to write small story prompts of writing beyond the office. It's nothing too grand like what is expected of from The Stanley Parable, but rather simply just me writing for the sake of fun. It's been rather refreshing to branch out and explore other scenarios I can write for. I may end up adding some scenarios into the game! (Highly unlikely, but I'm open for inspiration to strike me)

I'm also helping Oswin write for his webcomic! Since one of the main characters is inspired by me, he's been asking for help regarding dialogue and personality when it comes to my character. So I'm doing the best I can to assist rather than lead.

Aside from writing, I've also been attempting to learn how to play the guitar in the physical world. While I know the chords and the melody in my head, transferring that information into my arms and hands is difficult now that I don't have the aid of the game's code to assist me. I am proud of the progress I've made so far, however! Perhaps I'll record a video of myself playing soon!

I also have taken an interest in consuming more content. I won't list anything specific, but I'm consuming more content from the internet in search of inspiration for creative endeavours. (And watching the occasional video of gamers playing my game. I'm personally a big fan of "Markiplier's" and "Jack's Epic Eye's" videos.)

Those are my hobbies! (If i remember them all correctly, that is. I am old enough to forget a few things here and there! 😅)

What about you, Emmy? I am more than interested in learning more about my followers, So you and anyone else are welcome to introduce yourselves. 😊

[familiarache]

what if i make a playlist but its literally just 'u/ryu pining after hime and ichi'

[oldestking]

/ A.lhaitham has been t.hreatening me since he appeared-

[fcxchild-blog]

peeks in

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

Mace leaned forward and peered at the different medias being shown, swinging his legs idly as he thought about each of them.

"Hmm... well- it's gotta be one where the 'mystery' ain't super easy ta figure out, ya'know? I like workin' it out myself. Oh- an' on that topic actually- or well- not really- but anyway! I talk to myself a bunch when I watch this kinda stuff- I mean I can try not to but- LOL. It won't do much. Just a head's up, I guess."

He nodded, rambling a little off topic as he spoke. You can't blame him though, he couldn't help it that he was the kind of person that just wants to get up and start shouting at the protagonist of a show for being dumb, or try deduce the plot of the film before it's even happened.

Whenever he and Yuuto are watching something in the same room, Yuuto takes to hitting him in the head with a pillow every time he starts speaking. It usually ends up with Mace snatching the pillow and bashing the hell out of him back. Crimson is always much more entertained by them than the film, so he guessed there was that.

- Mace (🔌)

For the second afternoon in a row that week, Mace found himself walking down the same corridor of the Diasomnia dorms. He would have come by sooner, having finished downloading all of the stuff onto the drive way earlier, but he got a bit distracted doing... a few different things. He hoped Casimir didn't mind the wait too much. It would be a shame if he did.

Approaching Casimir's door, he knocked the same way he did last time, before stepping back.

"Yello~! Guess who it is~!"

He called out, combing his fingers through his hair to neaten it up a bit while he waited for the door to open. Not that he was trying to make it look extra neat. But more... trying to make it seem like he didn't just crawl out of bed a few hours ago, just to only make it in time to attend the last class of the day. Because he definitely didn't. Definitely.

- Mace (🔌) [ @nrc-asteryn-crew ]

( ooc// i cannot the way he starts monologuing in his thoughts then gets more sentimental STOPP I CANT DO THIS I LOVE HIM SM ACTUALLY if he was in game i WOULD whale /pos silly guy if anything ur inability to control ur UM is just making mace more interested in you (i actually love that it does that tho its so silly) anyway I FINALLY MADE THE GOSH DARN BLOG . well sorta i more so just had to revamp the pinned post that was already there but YEA!!! :D )

*the knocking on the door startled Casimir from his thoughts that, today, mainly consisted of some nonsense on a homework page. He relaxed though, at the recognition of the knocking pattern and voice and stood up*

*He took a deep breath to compose himself and adopt his typical, grandiose persona before opening the door*

Greetings to you, Vassal Mace! It is a pleasure to see that you have decided to return to my lair on this day.

I assume that your being here means you have successfully completed your quest?

*Casimir did his best to contain his excitement, tapping his fingers together in what, to most appearances, could be read as excitement or a gesture of evil plotting - the perfect gesture for one of his status, now that he thought about it.*

(✨HELL YEAH! banger that u have a blog now! I think I'm already following ur acct from my main but yaur!!! Also thank u SM that means. A lot actually bc I'm just here like "yeah this silly guy who exists in my brain is gonna get thrown from a window" and I really appreciate when other ppl like my silly guys dhhdsjdj. I'm so excited to be able to learn more Abt ur guys now tho too whehehehe >:3¢. Probably should've done this from the tags. Anyways.)

[pkmoth]

“And we thought making a blog would be a fun use of our time while Lucas is visiting m—”

“HOLD IT.”

[Ninten comes in, nearly kicking the door down]

“I gave you the idea, don’t make it sound like you came up with it.”

“SHHHH I WAS… GETTING AROUND TO SAYING THAT.”

“Suuure.”

OOC:

This is a variant of my swap!AU where after the events of swap!mother 3, Claus is invited to fight in the Smash Tournament. Ninten is there as well in place of Ness, though the two aren't swapped otherwise—I just thought it’d be funny.

It should go without saying that this askblog is NOT canon to my swap!AU (that I. erm. still need to actually write), but may have aspects that Are canon!!

I will be tagging all askblog related stuff with #swap!m3 asks

OK:

Ship asks! (Though the main focus is the swap au itself, I am obviously a big clausten shipper and certainly wouldn't mind sprinkling it into the askblog. Lol)

Rp!! Though it's been a while since I've rped so apologies if I'm rusty

Magic anons/asks (perhaps?)

NOT OK:

Nsfw/suggestive asks (obviously.) if I spot an ask that looks oddly fetishy I will Not answer it

Spamming the same ask a billion times

Also, I'll have asks open now but won't be responding to them until next week!!

[voxmilia]

Do you have any HCs with inkblade and Ivy

YOU MEAN OISIN AND HIS TWO FAVORITE GIRLS? THREE OF MY FAVORITE KIDDOS? ONLY ALWAYS

I latched on so hard to "mean girl with the Garthy O'Brien accent" so I've adopted Ivy, she's one of my favorites, I literally write her on my rp blog, I have a character/timeline study for her in the works so I have many headcanons. Some of these are, as usual, created in conjunction with my friend Nick @starlingcity !!

I've had to cut this down like 3 times because I have so many thoughts about all three of them so literally ask me for more anytime!

Ivy was born in Leviathan. She doesn't remember it much; she and her bio mother (her mama, bc Fabian parallel) emigrated to Solace when Ivy was around 2 or 3. Her accent is sort of a mix of Leviathan and Fallinel, as her second mother (her mum) is a high elf.

She meets Oisin at Oakshield Middle School. He's sitting by himself, reading a spellbook and Ivy, who even before the rage never really knew how to express herself right the first time, tells him it's "too sad" to watch him all alone and insists she has to join him from now on. She does. They're inseparable from then on.

They develop minor separation anxiety after their first death in the Mountains of Chaos; it's tenfold by their revivication in junior year. Jawbone helps them both and also helps them find accredited private therapists.

Oisin has a panic attack for the first time ever during his first appointment with Jawbone, because Ivy isn't there and he's terrified she'll be dead when he comes out.

He has another one when Lucy's out for a summer trip, reconnecting with her family after a year dead, and he hasn't heard back from her in almost a day. Adaine finds him, knees tucked to his chest, arms and tail wrapped around them, just outside of Jawbone's office. It's their first real conversation beyond his initial apology to her.

He laments that he should be stronger than this, should know better. Adaine still doesn't trust him but she understands so she huffs and assures him that anxiety doesn't mean he isn't strong. She has anxiety and she's been in so many battles., defeated so many foes

"I punched a dragon in the face and I have anxiety!" (It makes him laugh. She hates that she likes the sound of it.)

Ivy, as bad as she is with words, is the first to apologize of all the Rat Grinders. Mazey is kind, too kind. Ivy sort of rambles. She isn't even sure why was she so unkind in the first place; she apologizes, says Mazey deserved better. They're not friends but they've buried the hatchet at least. (Years later, they run into each other at a Fig and the Cig Figs concert and smile at each other but say nothing.)

Oisin and Ivy kissed exactly once, at 14, the summer before their freshman year. They were two confused, curious kids who wondered if the warmth in their chests when they were together was meant to be romance. They hated it immediately and never attempted it again. Ruben is still convinced they're exes, though.

Oisin, Adaine, and Ivy end up in the first Bad Kid/Rat Grinder mixed group chat, beyond their initial mega chat with both parties. Oisin kept sharing memes Ivy sent him to Adaine, who would tell him to send Ivy one from Adaine in turn. He got tired of being the middle man eventually and makes them a group thread.

Ivy texts the chat one night that she feels sorry for Adaine, because Oisin is an awful kisser. Adaine tells Ivy to speak for herself. Oisin is too embarrassed to reply for almost an hour, to Ivy's joy

[carnal-lnstinct]

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pairing: sesshomaru x human!reader content: established relationship, domestic fluff, humor, slightly ooc sesshomaru: eating human food A/N: I found my old sesshomaru rp blog and got inspired to write this. Also didn't proofread this so fingers crossed.

The soft sound of a crack and annoyed grunt that followed brought your eyes up from your bowl just in time to see two bits of broken chopsticks fall to the floor from his hand. His brows were tense, the squint of golden eyes cursing the flimsy workmanship of tools, all tools by default, made by human hands. His hold was careful, delicate, and precise in maintaining an acceptable grip on the tools, yet a small adjustment between his fingers and clawed digits had snapped through yet another pair of chopsticks. They are perfectly adequate for humble village folk who made do with them, but for a powerful youkai like himself more comfortable with the luxury of those fitted for his hands, these may as well have been twigs pinned by carriage wheels– Exercising restraint or no.

That annoyed look on his face said it all for you and you purse your lips to stifle a soft titter, trying to hold your own food in your mouth while you chewed. Sesshomaru’s stare then finds you, the daiyoukai setting down the bowl of cooked meat from his other hand and letting the remaining pieces of chopsticks fall before him.

He was one whose presence you allied with mastered grace and control, yet witnessing him struggle to even hold human chopsticks in his hands without breaking them forced an amused smile on your face. Endearing him all the more in your graces. You love every chance you get to see that dignified composure break and learn about these tiny flaws of his. Sesshomaru was someone you could describe as nothing less than beautiful perfection in this world, especially compared to the likes of a human like yourself. Without much guidance or thought, you held him on a pedestal but when moments like this happen you learn that even a regal creature like himself could be relatable. His stubbornness to prove himself never failed to expose who he was behind his title and eminence. A man, like any other, who every once in a while deserves a private moment of being his honest self. You just wish it lasted longer, but his pride in his heritage would not allow him to be as such for more than a passing moment.   

It’s not his fault his powerful claws could do such a thing without even trying, it couldn’t be helped. But it’s his determination to dine with his wife in her human village, to try and try again despite a repeat performance of broken pair after broken pair. It spoke highly of the restraint he must truly hold himself to when those same claws brush over your skin and you press yourself into them with complete faith. 

“You find this amusing?” He dryly delivered to your ears only making your smile widen.

“Not at your expense, My Lord.” You uttered in an airy tone with your eyes lowered from him, trying not to allow a laugh to slip. You can feel the sear of his glare and hesitate to make eye contact, only to give yourself time to compose before the urge to laugh takes over. You set down your own bowl and reach for his, gathering a saucy, rare cut of meat. “I can look into having a special pair fashioned for you.” Maybe Master Totosai would help? If you asked nicely, but maybe humble chopsticks fit for a demon would belittle the blacksmith’s skills. It’s not like you can just waltz up to any other demon, let alone make such a trifle of a request. You’ll run it by Jaken to see if he can be of assistance

You let the last bit of juice drip from the helping before lifting it up toward Sesshomaru, looking up at him expectantly. 

“I am not concerned with this.” Sesshomaru answers, composure restored as he ran a hand through his hair, loosely tucking it back behind his ear and tossing the length over his shoulder. He closes his eyes, a quiet sigh falling from his nose and he leans forward with an open mouth gathering the helping from the end of your chopsticks.

“Shall I continue to feed you, then?” You insisted in a lighthearted tease with an arch brow

“...” His brows narrowed as he chewed, keeping his eyes closed as he did. You smiled lovingly.

“It would be no trouble at all.” 

He reopens his eyes and looks at you, glare softened. Safe to assume how you would go about this little chore you encouraged piqued his curiosity. When his mouth stills and throat softly bobs, he answers.

“Do as you like.”

[thechaoticdruid]

Welcome to my humble party!~

[My Astarion Fanfic Masterlist]

Just call me Druid since I really have no intention of revealing my real name for the foreseeable future.

I decided to make a masterlist just to help organize my stuff!

~Original Characters for story or RP stuff~

Winnifred The Druid -My Tav

Arva Nightshade -Winnie's closest pre-tadpole friend.

Fi The Hornless -A talented bard and a member of Arva's pack. She helped look after a juvenile Winnie.

Elora Ancunin -Under developement...

RP Note: Winnie is currently open to answering questions from all of you beautiful people! She is an open book so do not be afraid to ask away! Astarion may even make an appearance in the reply depending on the question. No he will not bite you, Araj! Just make sure to label your ask; Dear Winnie, Question for Winnie, Hey Winnie, I dare Winnie to, etc, and we will let the fun begin!

More NSFW type questions are accepted, but only by people who have their age visible on their blogs. Minors attempting to ask or anons without any age identification will be blocked/ignored. (Also let's try not to ask anything too gross okay.... I'm into some weird stuff but you know limits, my dude.)

~During campaign Winnie fics Masterlist~

[Click Here Darling~]

~Multi-part Fanfics~

[This Bites] Astarion x Chubby Female MC

A young woman ends up literally stuck with a fictional vampire from her newest video game obsession! She now must deal with keeping him safe and hidden all the while dealing with stress from her shitty stepdad.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 ,4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

Valentine's Day Special: Eat Your Heart!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (Fem) Tav x Astarion(s).

Astarion and his lover Tav are happily together after defeating Cazador and freeing 7000 vampire spawn into the Underdark. They are now preparing to take on the Elderbrain when an Astarion look alike, claiming to be 'The Vampire Ascendant' appears and demands the Spawn hand Tav over to him.

Parts: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

The Spawn vs Tav vs The Ascendant: A smutty one-shot that doesn't really take place in any particular time during the events of TSvTA. MDNI 18+ (Though if I'm honest it probably takes place post story.)

[Firsts] (Named!Fem! Tav x Astarion) Winnie has noticed her vampiric companion had been acting much more aggressively flirtatious lately. Of course, he flirted with everyone, this was common sense. But ever since Winnie had given him a taste of her blood it seemed she was the main target of his affections. Which quite frankly confused the hells out of the young druid. He couldn't actually be interested in her? Could he?

MDNI 18+ There is smut! The second half involves the Tiefling party!

[1/2] [2/2]

[Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts] (Chubby F!Tav x Astarion) After failing yet again to find a good lead on the Ring of the Sunwalker Tav and Astarion return to their current and hopefully temporary home in the Underdark only to be greeted by a distress signal from an old friend and an invitation to extravagant soiree hosted by an eccentric stranger!

Chapters: One ,

~Headcanon lists!~

[Astarion x chubby!reader headcanons!] (GN! Reader)

[🍿Watching movies with Astarion!🍿] (GN! Reader)

[BG3 companions babysitting your kids!] (GN! Reader)

[Telling the companions baby news!] (GN! Reader)

[Meet the Parents!] (A fun little writing challenge I put together. I wrote up headcanons of Astarion meeting my Tav's parents and Winnie meeting Astarion's parents.)

[Astarion's Teddy 🧸] (A little HC about Winnie giving Star a plush.)

~Other~

[All Wrapped up!] A short AstarionxF!Tav Christmas one-shot inspired by my God-awful ability to wrap presents.

[We'll Protect Each Other] While staying at an inn in the Underdark Tav and Astarion are forced to protect each other. Tav defends her lover's honor which later leads to a visit in the night from a familiar face. (Protective! Tav x Astarion One-Shot.)

[The Bite Scene] A rewrite of Astarion's bite camp event with my Tav, Winnie. It was basically a draft from my abandoned long fic.

[The Monster Hunter] Happens right before the The Bite Scene. It's a rewrite of the encounter with Gandrel out in the bog. Another draft from my abandoned long fic that I just decided to share.

[Indulging Curiosity] (F!Tav x Astarion SMUT MDNI) After a particularly bloody battle with a pack of gnolls Astarion finds himself rather hot and bothered seeing his favorite little druid absolutely drenched in blood. Unable to help himself he invites her to join him for an evening of pleasure where he indulges in some of Tav's sexual curiosities.

[Seriously, now!?] (Named!Tav x Astarion, period comfort fic) After causing a scene, embarrassing and being shouted at by the party's own resident wizard, Winnie storms off alone to sulk. Her monthly bleeding is upon her and making everything seem so much worse! But perhaps her vampiric lover can make it all better? (MDNI, slight smut at the end.)

[Forever] A requested rewrite of the camp event where Astarion's siblings come to kidnap him, but featuring Winnie!

[Delicious] (Named!Tav x Astarion) While camping in the Underdark the tadpole crew gather around the fire telling stories to pass the time. One way or another they turn into tales of old lovers. Which brings up a curious question? How come Winnie had no lovers before Astarion? (MDNI SMUT AT END)

~Taglists~

[This Bites] Comment on the latest chapter to be added!

[Winnie during BG3] Comment here to be tagged whenever I drop any fics that take place during Baldur's Gate 3 campaign!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] Comment here to be added to the taglist, but hurry! This fic will soon be complete!

Ao3 Account Though most of my stuff will probably be updated here on Tumblr first!

Blog Rules ig: Okay so I normally try to promote positivity it's why my fics are mostly comedy based. That being said, anyone who comes here acting like an asshat is getting blocked. I don't tolerate homophobia, heterophobia, biphobia, panphobia or really any kind of discrimination towards anyone's sexuality. Transphobic behavior is also unacceptable and will result in a block. Racism, or sexism of any kind is also not tolerated, understand? We're all going to be friends here. Treat people the way you want to be treated.

Requests???

Hi, friendly neighborhood Druid here. My ADHD gives me a shit ton of trouble writing so I'm real iffy about doing requests of any kind. That being said, I'm currently only taking specific requests involving Astarion x my Tav Winnie where I rewrite a scene from the in game campaign. I've already done the Tiefling Party so that is out of the question. And so is anything post Act 3 final boss. I'm also honestly just open to chatting through the asks.

-Druid

[soundlessroom]

When your Light dims

This was a script to a comic I planned, but never drew. I uploaded it once on my RP Blog, which is no more. So I am uploading it here again since I did receive really nice feedback.

"When your light dims, I'll be waiting for you."

These were Gale's last words to her. He didn't even say it himself, but rather a leftover of life force in his corpse. It made her question, for the first time ever, if any of what the corpses said were true. Not that she doubted Gale, but those words were so bittersweet, she couldn't help but sob. The spell broke before even five questions were answered. Her arms were tight around Gale, her tears mixing with the blood in his robe while she felt her nose running, her voice cracking, getting a headache from the lack of breath.

He was gone.

It was hard to move on, hard to have one's future ripped from one's hand so badly, all the plans they had, all those things she couldn't tell him. On Jaheira's advice, she began to write letters to Gale he would never receive.

About them helping to rebuild Baldur's Gate, about her travels to Waterdeep and meeting his mother, about the many stories she told and wondered if her favorite wizard would be angry at his mother for telling her those, or if he would just slide embarrassed under the table. The scratches of Tara she deserved when hearing upon his fate.

But time passed, people got older. She noted down how Wyll was even in his old age truly the blade of the frontier and only accepted her help when he truly couldn't stand up anymore from his chair.

Gale, I bet you would have looked breathtaking with silver hair. Your little strands already were driving me almost crazy. I began counting them, just like you did with my freckles. I never finished though. It was a wonderful way to spend time in the quiet with you.

How she spent her adventuring time with Jaheira and the Harpers, always on a search for a cure or a way so Astarion could go back into the sun. Also, how Jaheira, just like Wyll, denied any help of her, but her children loved and cared under big nagging their mother to the end. How resilient could a woman be? Ceres was sure Jaheira would die on the battlefield just like Minsc, but she wasn't as reckless.

Tell me, Gale, did you ever want children? If yes, how would you name them? If not, how many dogs would I be allowed to adopt? And how would we name those? What about a Tressym family?

After she left the Harpers, she tried to meet with Shadowheart as often as she could.

Did you know she really got her little farm? It's so much more work than she anticipated, but she never looked so happy. And despite having a farm, she somehow managed to smell like the flowers from her garden.

You always smelled like a library. I loved it. I loved your scent so much. Do you remember how I stole your robe after you went into the river? I said it was for a prank, but I was too shy to admit that your scent alone made me feel like there was nothing but a happy end waiting for us."

But when Shadowheart showed her first wrinkles and gray strands, it was then that Ceres too noticed that she was getting older. It began with Astarion more often than not suggesting a break. The roads they managed to pass got shorter, to explore dungeons always included a long rest.

I heard of a spell called wish that could heal Astarion. Also, that one can use a divine favor to cure him. I am sure you knew that, didn't you? Astarion immediately dismissed the chance a god would help him. Who can blame him? In all those centuries, they never came to help us. I wonder, if I would have agreed with you to get the Crown of Karsus, would you be alive? Was I wrong to stop you? (I love you so much.)

The days get heavier, longer. Astarion suggested we should visit Halsin again in Reithwyn, haven't seen him for so long. I was really giddy at this suggestion. But were the roads always this bumpy? Or do they just build worse carriages over the centuries? Astarion said he didn't notice anything. It's hard to tell how old my body is, except when I look at my hands. I see wrinkles, I see veins, I think I got more freckles and your old count does not count anymore. When we meet, you have to start anew. Halsin got me immediately an own room. Despite being older than me, he still looks like on the first day. Maybe I should have become a druid too.

I still can't stop thinking about the spell to heal Astarion. I wonder if you need to be a chosen or a cleric for a divine favor. For sure, I did everything Eilistraee would be proud of me. I will try my luck. If she doesn't listen to one of Baldur's Gate's heroes, maybe at least Astarion found a home at Halsin's side.

My last days I spend with praying. My knees hurt, my limbs ache. I am at a point where I pray because I cannot get up anymore without the help of one of the people from Reithwyn. It makes me wonder, if Mystra had made you a chosen again, would you have stopped aging like Elminster one day? Would you be next to me, with long, silver hair, and help me up? Would you be the one, forced to watch me age, while you live eternally? Maybe what I am doing is for naught, but it's all I can do, while my body is too weak to even pass the city's border.

I cannot leave the bed, so I am reading all those letters I wrote to you, so I won't forget anything I wanted to tell you. But as my hands are shaking, writing this last letter to you, I know at least how to greet you. I will look into your wonderful, hazelnut eyes, and tell you... ... .. .

[ask-tfone-megatron]

Decepticons, assembled! Today, I, Megatron, shall address a critical aspect of our conquest: open communication.

I don't wish to begin my regime with shrouded mystery, fostering skepticism. No more! I invite all to query me directly.

Fear not, for your curiosity will be rewarded, not punished. If I find your inquiry to be worthy of an answer I might also entertain you over my past as d-16.

Step forward, Decepticons, and inquire. Together, we'll forge an unstoppable force.

((this is the same person who had that previous tfo-megatron ask blog.. for previous followers information ))

RP rules:

Yes rp is allowed in DM!! But in chat form and mostly in drama style! (I can't write paragraphs in chats)

I am paired with @ask-tfa-optimus so no romance or NSFW is allowed (even in chat as Megatron is a loyal bot)

Self and oc are allowed.

Whatever is in the DM .. will remain in the DM!!

If you wish for literature rp (not my best suit but you have to tag me in that post and if the scene is suitable for "TFO" Megatron to answer, he will)

Except a mixture of tfo and tfp Megatron while rp

((I will add more rules as I see suitable in future and if you wish to chat with the admin you are allowed to do so as well I won't mind it much))

How Megatron speaks:

Normal

RAISED VOICE

Yelling

*action*

How admin speaks:

(( hello))

A little bit about Admin (me):

Mun is an adult.. for technical issues I had to restart my account again (sad I know) but rules are the same.

This is a sfw Blog so minors feel free to interact and ask!!

Muse will not answer any questions regarding politics, hate, abuse and anything negative. Those questions will be deleted without hesitation.

About muse:

Megatron is freshly after the tfo movie so the questions over d-16 are acceptable and welcome!!(Poor megs is sad and hurt)

This Megatron prefers to interact with intake before aiming his canon but do not mistake that as his weakness. He is still learning the curves of becoming a ruthless leader.

But he is soft for his lover and any sparkling in question

Muse and Mun's opinion will not always be aligned (mind it)

He is comfortable with the idea of multiverse as well.

Expect him to sometimes mess around and act more like d-16 and shit posting with other characters!(Whom he considers friends)

That gif is created by @naeella please follow them!

[aching-tummies]

Response to the hunger rp-starter! (Btw I love your hunger prompts you should totally do some more 🤭)

I’d take this little predicament you’re in as the perfect opportunity to listen to your tummy rumble. Since you don’t plan on filling it anytime soon, I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to it complain. I’d pull you into my lap and turn the volume on the movie down so I can hear your tummy better, and I’d keep both hands on it so I can feel the growls vibrate against my hands. I’d poke and prod at it a little when it gets quiet, we don’t want this perfect serenade to end, do we? If the movie ends and you’re ready for a snack, I’d tell you no. Maybe, if you ask politely, you can have a few popcorn kernels, I’ve already emptied most of the bowl by now anyways. I’d listen to your hollow gut continue to beg all night, and as a reward for letting me indulge in your angry tummy, I’ll make a nice breakfast for you. Something light and easy so it doesn’t get upset again. Maybe even keeping you a *little* hungry so I can hear that belly yell at me again 🤭

Response to this. Thank you for including which starter/post you're responding to! Makes it easy to link it. Also, just a reminder that provided you give me enough to find whichever RP-starter anyone wants to reply to--any of the ones on my blog are fair-game and I'll post/fill what I receive when I get around to writing something that's worthy of the responses ^^

I get up, intent on confining myself to the bedroom while you enjoy the movie. You grab my wrist, gently tugging me back to the couch.

"C'mere." You murmur, pulling me onto your lap until I'm seated between your legs. I watch your hand deftly lower the volume on the T.V., relegating it to ambient noise rather than the main feature of tonight.

"Babe--y-you like this movie though." I protest, wincing as my tummy snarls in the throws of a painful hunger pang.

"I love this a lot more." You whisper breathlessly, hands roaming over the oversized sweater I have on. Eventually, your hands snake their way under my sweater to make contact with my sensitive stomach.

My stomach roars, your massaging hands stimulating my organs and stirring up the hunger pangs. I can't help but wince and moan in your lap, squirming whenever a particularly painful cramp assaults my tummy.

After twenty minutes, I realize that this bout of hunger pangs has gone on far longer than any that I've had all day. Usually, the cramping eases after fifteen minutes and the growls only ever sound for about ten minutes. It's been over twenty minutes of griping, churning, and growling without any signs of easing up. On the contrary--the growls have only gotten louder and more frequent. The gnawing chasm-like feeling in my guts has only grown too--like a yawning maw or something.

"Babe!" I hiss, realizing what you've been up to as your left hand massages small circles in a line across my torso--just beneath my diaphragm. Your right hand rests firmly over my navel, a finger lodged deep into it and swirling occasionally, nudging at my sensitive intestines every time a hunger pang rolls through them. I don't have to see your face to know that you're grinning now that I've caught on to your little game.

You've been stimulating my digestive tract on purpose--left hand searching for and stimulating my pyloric valve while your right coaxes the hunger cramps into forming. It's no wonder the hunger hasn't ebbed, but only gotten more intense while sitting in your lap.

You turn up the volume on the movie as I squirm in your lap. I'm getting flustered as I realize that you're playing coy on purpose. Sighing, I lean back against you to try and at least appear unbothered by what's going on. I watch the movie, same as you, but my mind is 100% on the sensations in my abdomen. Your massaging hands slow down just a tad as your attention becomes split between the movie and what's going on beneath your palms. For the whole two hours, you keep massaging my stomach--pressing deeper whenever the growls get too quiet. Each time you press a bit too hard causes me to gasp, introducing more air into my system and creating more growl-fodder as it gets mixed into my guts by your massaging hands. Your right hand occasionally moves from where it's firmly planted over my navel to pinch and prod all over my lower belly. By the end of the movie, my intestines are thoroughly sore from all the pinching and prodding and my upper digestive tract feels like mince-meat from the firm massaging and pinching it has endured over the last two hours.

An ear-splitting growl punctuates the movie just as the credits begin to roll, tapering off only as the screen becomes covered in text.

"Nnngh…ooohhh…" I moan, squirming as what feels like a 7.0 on the Richter scale quakes across my digestive system--the epicentre somewhere around my stomach-organ.

I try to get up but your hands wrap firmly around my belly.

"Nnngh…b-babe…lemme up. 'm gonna…gonna find an apple or something 'cuz I'm not gonna be able to sleep with my stomach this active and empty." I mutter with a pout. You nuzzle against my neck, arms tightening around my noisy belly.

"Hm? No." You murmur against my neck.

"Babe--please! My stomach hurts!" Another loud rumbling shakes my digestive tract and I know for a fact that you had to have felt that one too. "See? I'm hungry and it's gonna wreck itself if I don't give it a little something. Water? Tea? Please, babe--I know tomorrow's a day off, but I really want to get at least some sleep tonight after the week I've had."

You shake the bowl of what was once popcorn at me suggestively. I look down into it and scoff.

"I'm not gonna swallow kernels, love. Popcorn in any form upsets my tummy on a good day and the whole point of fasting was to enjoy freedom from a week of indigestion." I tell you firmly, crossing my arms over my chest even as my stomach continues to snarl.

"Fine. Tea, then." You relent, letting me out of your hold.

I scurry off to the kitchen, quickly chugging a bottle of water from the fridge in hopes of quelling the gnawing ache in my guts enough to not be a distraction. The cold water trickling into it must anger my tummy because the cramps and grumbles it causes make me regret chugging the water straight from the fridge.

I bustle around the kitchen, setting the electric kettle to boil as I open the cabinets to hunt down a mug and to decide on which tea to brew. I settle on Ti Kwan Yin and put three scoops into a large French Press. You'd probably kick up a fuss if I tried using anything with berry or chocolate additives. Granted, I don't like those types as much as Chinese-style teas--but you'd probably nit-pick if I came back with something resembling hot chocolate or juice rather than leaf-water.

Once the water is ready, I rinse the leaves with a splash before letting the tea infuse in the next pouring, leaving the plunger on the French Press up to allow the leaves to dance in the water for a while as I select a mug from the cabinet. The creaking of our bedroom door lets me know that you've abandoned the living room and are waiting for me in the bedroom now. With you no longer watching me, I debate eating that apple. You'd probably be upset with me if I did. I know that you're already going to do your best to keep me up all night--endlessly entertained by your game of keeping my stomach in a constant state of 'hungry-and-noisy'. You'd probably do even worse to me if I put anything solid in my stomach so I refrain from eating that apple.

I do opt to chug a mug of the tea (adding cold water to cool it down faster) before I bring a refilled French Press of tea and two full mugs into the bedroom. Chinese-style tea isn't your favourite, but I'd feel rude for not at least offering you the second mug. Odds are that all of it will end up in my belly which is fine by me if it quells the gnawing, achy hunger pangs.

You've already rearranged our bed into a bit of a nest, patting my side of the bed suggestively. I set the items on the night-table and slide into bed, my stomach sloshing and letting out a watery rumble as the ice cold water and the lukewarm tea slosh about inside.

Before I'm even settled, you're already pawing at my stomach, pressing into it and sloshing at it. You're already using my stomach as a pillow as I finally get settled.

"Aw…do you hear the ocean, babe?" I tease as my stomach lets out a loud, watery burble right into your ear.

You spend all night alternating between dozing on my stomach and prodding at it. Shockingly, I manage to doze off for a couple of hours in spurts throughout the night. I wake whenever a particularly painful hunger pang quakes through my belly, often caused by your incessant poking, prodding, and sloshing of my tummy. Midway through the night, you wake me to have me chug the two mugs of now-cold tea and I manage to get through half of what's in the French Press as well before a sickly burble causes me to stop. I'm full--my stomach flooded to capacity with tea. Even as my stomach protests the fullness, hunger still ripples through the watery sack that is my stomach, organs convulsing and desperately searching for something with some substance to digest but finding absolutely nothing as I've refrained from swallowing anything solid for almost thirty hours now to allow the week-long bout of indigestion to pass.

In the morning, my stomach has finally quieted down. No more gas or excess tea to cause rumbles no matter how much you poke or pinch. Doesn't seem to stop you as I wake to you trying all manner of things to my belly. I wake-up to the sensation of you placing a hand firmly over the upper quadrant of my stomach and firmly pushing down as though to squash a gurgle out of me. A pitifully quiet, whiny rumble resounds through my stomach--whining for breakfast. Even though it's muted, it isn't any less painful than the loud grumbles that ripped through my gut throughout the movie.

"Oooh…nnngh…babe…c'n I…c'n I please have something for breakfast? Nnngh…stomach acid's gonna burn a hole through my gut if I don't." I whimper, rubbing at my stomach as it continues with the pitiful, whiny rumbles.

"Sure thing, sweetie. How about you wake up and I'll make us breakfast?" You suggest.

I nod, lazing about the bed as I try to find the energy to get up. I moan as you pat my stomach roughly before you go, triggering another slightly louder rumble. My guts are still sore from your handling of them and I guess that you've been teasing my pyloric valve while I've been asleep. That's the only explanation for why my torso feels like it was put through a meat tenderizer.

I sit up with a groan, emptiness amplifying as everything shifts. An urgency registers in my brain and I limp to the washroom. My stomach is dreadfully empty, but all that tea and water definitely went somewhere, resulting in another organ getting distressingly full. It's a miracle that we didn't wake to wet sheets--especially with you man-handling my torso all night.

Business taken care of, I stop to brush my teeth as well. The minty taste of the toothpaste is amplified as my taste-buds haven't had anything but the slightly metallic-tasting tea in almost 40 hours now.

By the time I leave the master bedroom to find you in the kitchen, my stomach has begun to growl in earnest again. It roars at the sight of half a slice of toast and a couple of strips of bacon on a plate.

"Sorry, darling. We're out of eggs. Welp--eat up!" You tease, finishing the last bite of the other half of the toast. Sighing, I pick up the toast and begin to nibble on it, hoping that by prolonging the eating process that I can trick my stomach into thinking that there's more than there actually is. I sigh as I feel you wrap an arm around my waist--clearly intent to mess with your favourite part of my anatomy all day.

"You'd better be treating me to something amazing--and filling--at some point today, babe." I warn you as my stomach growls angrily, indignant at the lack of food available to digest as I finish my last slice of toast.

[fandom-rpfinder]

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[dnangelic]

this blog's 1yr creation anniversary is only two months away and tbh even though nobody asked there's always a point for me where i try to evaluate my portrayal and whether or not i'm having fun, whether or not i confidently feel like *other* muns are having fun, (if nobody was why would anybody even be here?? alwdjadkfj) but in a more personal regard, also evaluating whether or not i feel like i've finally 'broken in' a muse and can finally stop 'studying' or trying to reference and adhere as strictly as possible to canon, especially since so many interactions that can happen with rp have never even been remotely explored in canon settings.

there's always some malaise that comes with that; i worry that too much change or growth and comfort with my own private interpretation and portrayal means that i'll somehow drift away from and lose dark and daisuke's original points; their initial thematics and the deeper organic messages of their characters, which i guess makes me sound like a pretentious novelist or your highschool english teacher instead of just a hobby writer, but it's also still important to me who found a lot of positive messages and theatrical magic in dnangel as a series itself to therefore try to be able to handle such things about its characters with equal sincerity and care. i don't want daisuke's overall kindness and optimism to turn bitter or his inner will and courage to turn weak, i don't want dark's tragedies to be neglected nor do i want him to become nothing more than a shallow shipping or fanservice item because of his design and facades, and i definitely, definitely don't want to snip the way these two are so irremovably intertwined within each other, and the way that i'm quite literally writing a 2-in-1 muse, my son(plural) and my sons(singular.)

that all being said, i think i have the confidence to say i've done an okay job, maybe even a Good one. my muse still goes very strong for them even after all this time, and i really enjoy all the relationships they have, especially those of you who were willing to give a completely nonfamiliar canon (or even just a child/teenaged muse with off-the-walls magical girl... criminal.... body horror-y goth phantom of the opera and shoujo satan alignments) a chance. to the old muts i've known from other blogs who've stuck around, thank u! to the new ones that i've only first met on this blog and are still here, thank u guys too! i'm always hoping that i'll get to have plenty more time with everyone in the future, but even if something happens i still can say that i had a really good first year writing dark and daisuke <3

[fereldanwench]

A Personal, and Final, Reflection on A Certain Fandom

Having spent the past week and a half away from the Tumblr side of the C*b*rp*nk community after a resurgence of old wank (not hashing out the details–IYKYK), I heavily weighed the pros and cons of saying anything else. Ultimately, I decided for my own peace of mind and ability to fully move forward, I do want to say a few things (or a lot of things, given how long this is). This blog is my personal archive first and foremost, and I think writing a “final chapter” will help me find closure. I’m also choosing to publish this because, at the risk of sounding presumptuous, I think my mistakes and subsequent revelations might be good learning experiences for others, too. 

Like many of us, just by the nature of when this game was released, I entered this fandom during a very fragile, tumultuous time in my life–Well, sort of, let me back it up a little: I actually initially entered it during a great time in my life. It was July 2021, I had just enjoyed about 6 weeks off from work after quitting a demanding job that had sucked the life out of me for almost 10 years, and I had started a promising new job. I even bought the game with the first paycheck from said new job!

Unfortunately, while I had been told that this position was temp-to-hire, not only was it not a path to a permanent role, but because I completed all the work in my contract over a month sooner than they anticipated (early September vs late October), I was being let go early because they had nothing else for me to work on. I was literally told over the phone, “You did amazing work, you got us caught up through November, but we don’t have anything else for you.”

Cue about 6 months of recruiters ghosting me, exhausting interview processes, demoralizing rejections, and scam upon scam upon scam, all culminating in me returning to the job I had been so happy to leave a year earlier. And while my old coworkers were ecstatic to have me back, I couldn’t help but feel like a complete failure. I took what I thought was a calculated risk, I thought I could do something better for myself, and I couldn’t. It’s something I’m still struggling with today, honestly.

On top of this, I also experienced a debilitating physical health episode in January 2022 which led to me being effectively bedridden for about 3 weeks. [CW: Menstruation, sexual health] I’m not sure of the exact cause–maybe a bad reaction to emergency contraception, maybe unsafe menstrual underwear, but it resulted in menorrhagia so severe I fainted from blood loss. My insurance had literally just ended, another wave of COVID was hitting, and I didn’t want to risk getting infected sitting in an ER for hours only to rack up a few thousand in debt to get a blood transfusion. So rest, iron supplements, and lots of meat and spinach and orange juice was the best I could do.

All of this led to my world becoming very small. I wasn’t working, I could barely do my hobbies or see my local friends, and simple everyday tasks like showering drained me of all my energy. When I was stuck in bed and could barely keep my eyes open for more than a few hours at a time, gossip was a welcome, low-effort distraction from the physical pain and fear that I might either have to put myself in thousands of dollars of medical debt or risk lifelong damage (or worse) from the blood loss.

I also found myself having groups of friends in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’m extremely introverted (even online, though less so than IRL), I have social anxiety, and the handful of times I have been “in” a group I was never really in it. I was always on the outskirts and usually just close to one or two people, max.

Regretfully, this set the stage for me to get caught up in the culture of rumors and speculation that permeates this fandom more than I think it has any other fandom I’ve been a part of.

Academically, I know about things like groupthink and tribalism, and I could see how those influenced the groups developing in the fandom, but I had no direct, personal experience with those phenomena. I think in conjunction with the other struggles I was dealing with, I ended up being incredibly susceptible to an us-versus-them mentality, which led me to feel justified in being unkind to people I knew had been unkind to my friends, even if deep down I knew what I was doing was antithetical to who I strive to be. 

I don’t share any of this for sympathy points or to smear anyone else or to avoid accountability–I still chose to act like an ass on a couple of occasions, and regardless of what I was going through, that was still inappropriate. I’m still responsible for my own behavior no matter what’s going on. 

But I do want to contextualize my fuck-ups for two reasons:

The first reason is ego-driven, full-stop. Not even gonna gloss it over. I can’t defend being an asshole nor do I want to, but I think it’s normal and healthy to look back on your mistakes and go, damn, why the hell was I acting like this? 

Even on my best days, I can be very stubborn and self-important and pedantic and judgemental, and I certainly can’t say that I’ve never inadvertently offended someone–Sometimes a joke might not land as I hoped. Sometimes I get tangled up in my own thoughts, burdened by an excess of nuance and details, and I express things poorly while I try to account for all sides of things. Sometimes I can get a little too opinionated about blorbo stuff. Sometimes there might just be a full communication breakdown or an insurmountable personality clash–But I can also confidently say that I have acted with good intentions in this fandom far, far more than I have with spite or because of petty rivalries.

And when I did get caught up in the drama and gossip and the wank? I was literally at the lowest point I’d been in a very, very long time. 

Again, because I feel like I can’t say this enough, that doesn’t make acting like a dick in a Discord server any more excusable, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt anyone, and that doesn’t mean that someone I hurt during that time has to forgive me or stick around for me to grow. Hurting someone because you’re hurting is still not okay. But I’m pretty sure every single one of us has had a bad day (or two or three or 365 or–) and made an isolated bad decision (or two or three or–) because of it–None of us deserve to be wholly defined by those moments or denied a chance to learn from those mistakes and be better.

And I think the most important takeaway for me personally is that I have learned from these mistakes and I have not repeated them. Some of these mistakes even helped me realize that I needed professional support for my mental health, and they played a role in my seeking medication and therapy last year. I still have a lot of work to do, but the silver lining to all of this is that I am in a much better place today than I was 2 years ago (even if this year also fucking sucks for non-fandom reasons and I would still very much like a goddamn break.)

The other reason I wanted to share my journey of navel-gazing and healing a wounded ego ~*self-discovery*~ is I think there’s a very good chance my story might sound familiar to others in the fandom. Maybe someone else can learn from my hardships and mistakes, too. Maybe you too were dealing with chronic fatigue or mental health issues or financial stress or isolation or all of the above and then some, and it led you to fixate on things that were harmful to you, to form unhealthy relationships with equally hurt people, and to act in a way that you know doesn't reflect who you are. The past several years have been so hard on so many of us, and I think we’ve all brought a lot of pain and misery into the community even if we weren’t trying to.

A somewhat shameful realization I had last year was I could recognize that kind of behavior in other people, but I completely missed it in myself. I could see how people were making this fandom their whole world and how it was so damaging to them, but I was doing the exact same thing and I just let it go completely unchecked because I thought I knew better. It was a brutal lesson in the pitfalls of pride. 

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So I was initially thinking at this point, I would take the time to address a few specific lies, rumors, and insinuations that have been said about me over the past couple of years. Because while I was a jerk in a couple of situations, most of the things said about me are exaggerations, if not outright fabrications.

And I did start writing a lot of that out, but as I was doing it, I was just overcome with a huge feeling of OH MY GOD I just don’t fucking care anymore. As one of my dear, long-time fandom friends has pointed out, there’s a great line about just this kind of thing from one of my favorite characters in one of my favorite games: “Why should it [bother me]? They don’t know me. I know me.”

I also really don’t want to run the risk of pulling anyone back into the fray (especially if they’re not even in the fandom anymore or if we’ve talked privately about certain issues) by even alluding to shit that happened years ago.

Instead, I would like to offer three of my big takeaways from the experience of being falsely accused of awful things:

You do not know nearly as much as you think you know about people’s fandom relationships. The one semi-specific thing I will mention is that I had been explicitly named a few times as being in cahoots with people I don’t think I ever even spoke to or that I had already drifted away from–Just because you saw two people existing in the same public space doesn’t mean they’re besties, bestie. Also, friends don’t always have to agree with each other, nor should we be expected to participate in a public spectacle of shaming if we do have a disagreement. People are allowed to resolve their differences privately.  

Not all conflicts/disagreements are inherently abusive or toxic. When you are hurting or dealing with unresolved trauma or starting to confront uncomfortable truths about yourself, the slightest disagreement can feel like a personal attack, but that doesn’t mean it is. Sometimes differences might be irreconcilable, but sometimes they might not be if you don’t automatically assume the worst of someone with a different perspective than you. Sometimes we just need to give the other person a little grace and the benefit of the doubt that they’re doing their best. And sometimes we might need to consider that it’s actually our own behavior driving the conflict and not the other person.

Even in situations when someone has clearly been unfairly targeted/victimized, that doesn’t mean they can’t also be a perpetrator of harassment/abuse to someone else. Victim and abuser are not mutually exclusive roles. I would wager a lot of us are familiar with the cyclical nature of abuse, and to quote a line from one of my favorite movies (admittedly a bit of a flippant line in the context of the film, but it still rings true): hurt people hurt people. Accountability for shitty behavior is never conditional, regardless of the pain we’re experiencing. 

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I titled this my final reflection, and I want to clarify what that means:

First of all, I’m not leaving this fandom (don’t everyone clap at once ha ha ha). I’ve been in various online fandoms since the early 00s, and while this has been one of the more challenging communities for me to navigate, it’s not enough to make me give up something I love this much. My blorbos are my perpetual muses, and I feel like virtual photography is the creative outlet I’ve been searching for my entire life. I love this game and hobby too much to stop creating and sharing.

I’m also not leaving Tumblr. While I’ve had this specific account since 2016, I’ve been here since 2010–Tumblr is not just this fandom for me. I have many friends (some I’ve known since my original account in 2010!) from other fandoms, and I’m not losing the best place to hang out with other people who are special to me just because one fandom got a little unpleasant. (I mean, look, I weathered the DA fandom here circa 2012-2015–This ain’t my first rodeo.) I also have a lot of hope for the Tumblr Communities feature, and I’m really hoping the VP community we’ve set up can continue to grow and flourish.

But I am no longer addressing any of this wank. If you have a problem with something I’ve done or said to you and you want to address it with me directly (preferably in a private space just so we don’t keep putting this shit on people’s dashboards), I am open to conversation and apologizing where needed.

Otherwise, this is the last time I’m talking about it anywhere. Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, publicly, privately–I’m done. I’m washing my hands of it. I don’t want to hear anything else about what other people have done or who they’re friends with or who they’re following or what they’re saying about me or my friends or any of it. This bullshit has taken up too much of my time and energy, and I have very important smutty shots to take. 

And I am probably going to continue to be less active in the fandom on Tumblr, at least for a while. You probably won’t see me here much until September at the earliest. This time away has been really good for me, and I think I need to continue with limited Tumblring and making the time I am here more structured. Plus, with some of my other fave video game series returning this fall, my blog will probably shift back to a more well-balanced multi-fandom space. 

I’m also going to need to diversify my dash a little bit more, which means I will likely end up unfollowing some mutuals, particularly if we don’t interact often, if you don’t tag, or if I see any mention of fandom drama–It’s nothing personal, but I know breaking mutualship can hurt a little, so if following me after that makes you uncomfortable in any way, please don’t feel like you have to stick around. I totally get it. Similarly, if it would make you uncomfortable for me to continue to interact with your posts after unfollowing (because I probably will if you post in certain tags), please feel free to block me. 

Okay. Christ, that was long. Shut the fuck up already, right? This is why I can't do social media with character limits. ghdfjgjhkfdgkfdg

Seriously, though, that's it. People are welcome to comment on this post if they want, but I really have nothing else to say about any of this so please don’t be offended if I don’t reply. I’m not ignoring you, I’m just… Well, done.