#and i think there's such an opportunity with this game

[petranaradulovic]

Polygon employees who did not get laid off:

Tasha Robinson (entertainment editor)

Maddy Myers (I forget her exact title lol editor)

Zoe Hannah (games editor)

Ari Notis (guides editor)

Oil welsh (senior reporter I think)

Simone de Rochefort (senior video editor)

Matt Patches (executive editor)

Russ frushtick (I also forgot his exact title lol)

Another guides editor (Matthew Reynolds) was given the opportunity to stay on but declined it. I don’t fault anyone who stayed on because man ain’t it tough to find a writing job in this economy. And they’ve all expressed outrage on our behalf’s. But it appears valnet gutted everyone in the union and then the top tier management, leaving only some middle management

Also, full disclosure: my last piece will go live on the ghost of polygon dot com in the next few days. My manager had reached out to me letting me know it was up to me whether or not it did, and I said yes because I wanted it to be the last thing attached to my byline. It’s a good one!! I had fun writing it and I want to go out with something I’m proud of

[engenlvr]

some random girl | alexia putellas

summary : you go to test alexia and she fails miserably

tags + a/n : age gap, implied smut, downbad!alexia, spelling mistakes cause this was rushed, i don’t think there’s anymore to add but idk. anyway a quick little fic while i finish my other one. also two posts in less than a week who am i

word count : 1k

everyone knew that alexia didn’t have a huge social media presence.

if she posted it would always be about club or country, the world barely saw alexia do a media dump and when she did the they went crazy. you’ve been begging alexia to post more ever since you met her but still nothing.

the two of you never posted a picture together so when the fans thought you two were together it was all speculation. either from a picture of you at one of barcelona’s games but you were never seen talking to her only some of the younger girls.

you’d post a story on instagram of the two of you but it would be your hands or a picture of you guys standing next to each other waist down.

and alexia well there was only one post of you that she tagged you in and that was when you first became friends other than that she’d post what like a picture of your hand that’s it.

what you and alexia posted was enough for them to speculate but not nothing concrete.

you guys were careful cause well alexia could be paranoid cause she knew what her fans were like. if you guys went out it was in the parts of barcelona that people didn’t really know about unless they were locals.

after being together for a while you both decided that if one of you wanted to post the other they could. at first you thought a soft launch would be perfect. drive the fans crazy a little seeing as nothing could make them say that it was alexia confidently.

but when you saw the new tiktok trend you just had to do it with her, skip the soft launch you started and skip right to the hard launch.

everything was set up, phone on alexia’s kitchen counter all you needed was for her to come back from training. when you heard the familiar sound of door opening followed by the sound of a her bag being thrown to the floor you knew it was her and that it was time.

“ale baby, come here for a second”

she didn’t reply but the sound of her footsteps becoming louder was confirmation enough and soon enough her figure appeared.

the second you could see she was in the frame you knew it was time.

“think fast i’m some random girl” rushing out the words as quickly as possible before throwing yourself at her. placing your lips on hers in hopes that she push you away or something literally anything.

she done the opposite, in fact she pulled you closer deepening the kiss. making you forget about the video completely. her hand went under your thighs lifting you up from the ground and placing you on her kitchen island.

it wasn’t until she moved from kissing your lips to your neck that you remembered only cause the camera was in your eyesight again. the kiss almost made you forget again but you pushed through the pleasure you were feeling.

her kissing your almost made you want to forget about it “ale—alexia, you were meant to push me away” trying to sound as angry as possible but failed as you laughed and well you could never be mad at her.

“mhm, okay”

that was her only response before getting back to it.

in all honestly it didn’t even seem like she fully heard what you said, she saw you come towards her to kiss her and then the kiss was all that was on her mind. making her forget what you said immediately.

you tried hard to push her away but she only held on tighter.

“i’m serious”

she pulled away “you think that when i have an opportunity to kiss you i wouldn’t take it.”

“but you heard what i said and ignored it so you failed”

“amor, all i saw was that you were going to kiss me and i’m not saying no to that. and am i really failing if i got to kiss you”

you looked at her for a second, taking in her appearance. hair still damp from her shower, a pair of shorts that did her justice and simple top that you swore she made look designer with how good she looked in it.

but now all you could think about was kissing her.

placing you’re hand on her cheeks as you pulled her in for another kiss that was ten times more needy that the last. you felt her hand tug at you’re shirt which you gladly took off and her soon following suit.

your hands now in her hair tugging at her roots each time she’d kiss you with more desperation. she slowly made her way down between your legs, placing kisses on the way.

you threw your head back already anticipating the pleasure that you were about to feel, and just when she was about to touch you where you needed it most. you remembered.

you remember about the camera set up on the counter and how this couldn’t be posted if you let her continue.

you pushed her away from you causing her to groan in annoyance, hoping down from the counter to grab your phone and turn it off. before talking alexia’s hand and going to her bedroom to finish want you started.

you didn’t post the tiktok till a day later. and it was safe to say it was a hit getting over a million views in an hour. the comment made you laugh. you haven’t even told alexia that you were posting it not really caring about what would happen afterwards, and to be fair she did say you could post whatever of the two of you now.

wosofc : people called me crazy for thinking that we’re together but i was right

ellie : alexia i don’t blame you if she was my gf i’d be the same

vickyyylopezzz._ : tell me how you get alexia to do tiktok’s with you now

vickyyylopezzz._ : i’ve been begging her to do a tiktok for a while and this was not what i meant i’m now scarred for life now

barcafem4life : omg i’m never gonna shut up about this

steph : how did you get alexia to do this. she barely had any social media presence and now this

kat : i don’t know who i want to be more

janafernandez3 : i’m coming over we’re doing a tiktok right now

alexiasgf : this is the hardest soft launch i have ever seen it’s like she ditched it completely and was like alexia’s my girl and i’m gonna show the world and i don’t blame her.

the next day at training alexia didn’t hear the end of it as the team especially the youngsters wouldn’t stop teasing her. when they first talked about it she was beyond confused and then they showed her the video and the all teasing made sense. this definitely wasn’t the alexia they knew.

all alexia knew was that they wouldn’t shut up about it for a while but it was worth it if you were happy.

[vee-the-ghostie]

I realize that this poll has ended by now, but I can't not reblog this with my thoughts. I had a brother who was killed in a car wreck more than 10 years ago and I would give anything to see him again. At the same time though, I don't know if I could handle it if he was brought back to life. In the interest of getting closure, I'd like the opportunity to talk to him again for as long as I could. There's so much that I want to share with him. I want to introduce him to who I am now as a trans woman. I want to play his favorite games with him again and show him what the latest releases of those games are. I want to listen to music with him again, share his favorite artists with him and show him some of their new music. I want to show him some of my favorite YouTubers and have him make fun of me for liking them. I don't think I could do this either tho, because I know that if I spoke to him again I'd just want to change my mind and bring him back for good. But that would be selfish of me to do to him. I just want him to be happy, and I know that wouldn't be possible if he was alive again. I just miss him so damn much. So much of who I am is because of who he was and I'd give anything to be able to say thank you to him and tell him I love him one last time.

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[tearvls]

HIII OMGSJ, I love your writing so much so when I saw your request was open I jumped in like a beast. Whenever you're free of course 🫂

But I have this idea, that in the invincible war, there are a lot of Marks that get killed right, so I think that readers from their world just wait for them to come back not knowing they are dead until Angstrom comes back to tell them and they was devastating, so Angstrom take this as an opportunity to make them help him destroy the main Mark world, but the reader goal is just revenge and kill whoever killed their Mark.

And for the readers in the world of the survivor Mark, Angstrom says that if they help him he will give them their Marks back.

Idk I just want to get this idea out and wanted to know how it would happen and how the main Mark feels when seeing a multiverse of readers desperate to get revenge 😔✋️

Not you too

Characters: Main Mark + GN! Speedster! Reader variants

Synopsis: Mark's fine killing versions of himself, but you? God help him.

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, Character death (multiple versions of Reader), Blood and gore, Impalement, crushed skulls and bones, Emotional distress, Psychological trauma, Multiversal doppelgangers, Brief mentions of death by falling, crushing

E/N: not all reader variants for the Marks are reviewed in this, just hinted at. Some Reader Variants are dead though as well (My HC).

Angstrom just couldn’t let him rest, could he?

After everything—fighting off a legion of murderous versions of himself, stopping a Viltrumite threat, and barely holding the planet together—Mark just wanted one day. One single day to decompress. Kick his feet up, sip a soda, maybe rewatch Science Dog in peace. But no. That would’ve been too easy.

Instead, Cecil’s voice burst through the comms, frazzled and grim. “Green portals have opened. Versions of [REDACTED] came through. They’re… they’re not friendly.”

Mark almost dropped his drink. Versions of you—causing chaos?

And from the carnage that followed, it was clear: you were angry in every universe.

The first one came fast. Viltrumite armor tinted deep crimson, stained with blood, yours and others. Stronger than any of the others, you hit harder than even Mark was used to. The two of you clashed, fists slamming into one another with the force of missiles. You didn’t waste breath on threats—just let your speed and strength talk for you. Mark tried to reason with you, dodging, weaving, pleading. “I don’t want to fight you!” he yelled—but you didn’t care. You caught him off guard, fists flying, and nearly cracked his jaw before he countered with a desperate blow to your ribs. You stumbled. He hesitated. And you charged again. That’s when he drove his fist clean through your chest—straight through your armor, your sternum, your heart. You didn’t scream. Just looked at him with shock before collapsing, twitching, dead before you hit the ground.

Then came the second. Faster, louder, more chaotic. You zipped through the ruins of Paris, leaving a trail of ruin in your wake. Laughing like it was all a game. Mark followed the tremors in your wake, catching you in the middle of caving in another skyscraper. He tried again to plead, his voice hoarse. But you grinned, eyes crazed, and rushed him. He ducked and weaved, only narrowly avoiding a flurry of lightning-fast punches. When he finally got a grip on you, he grabbed you by the back of your head and with a brutal roar, slammed your skull straight into the concrete. Once, twice—until your mask shattered and the back of your head caved in like glass. You went limp in his grip.

The third version didn’t talk. You moved like a ghost—silent, emotionless, long hair tied back, your eyes locked on him with surgical focus. You didn’t smile. You didn’t scream. Just attacked, a blur of calculated strikes. Mark barely kept up. You were fast, sharper than the others. But one mistake—a mistimed kick—gave Mark the opening he needed. He caught your leg, twisted hard, and drove you into the ground. Then, in one motion, he lifted you back up and snapped your spine over his knee like a twig. The crack echoed across the street before your body dropped, twitching once, then going still.

The fourth was different. Omni-Mark’s version of you—serious, silent, precise. Your hits came without warning, almost mathematical in their rhythm. Mark barely had time to block them. You didn’t banter, didn’t taunt, didn’t waste energy. He respected that—until you tried to end him with a straight shot to the throat. He caught your arm, twisted it behind your back, then kicked you hard in the chest. As you stumbled back, Mark shot into the sky with you in a tight grip, rising higher and higher until the clouds swallowed you both. Then he let go. He watched you fall. You didn’t scream. Didn’t flail. You hit the Earth seconds later with a sound like thunder. And didn’t move again.

Next was the fifth. Shiesty Mark’s version. Arrogant, fast-talking, cocky. You danced around him, smirking, mocking him with every step. “C’mon, Golden Boy. You look tired already.” You zipped in and out, tagging him with punches, but never enough to do real damage. Just enough to piss him off. But Mark had learned by now. He waited, baited you into a feint—and when you went for the kill, he caught your face with one perfectly placed fist. The impact crushed your cheekbone, then your nose, then your skull. Your body dropped in a heap, twitching like a puppet with its strings cut.

Then came the sixth—mohawked, armored, and mean. You were strong, but speed was still your weapon, and you used it with relentless aggression. You barreled into Mark with enough force to collapse the side of a building. He pushed back, every second of the fight a brutal clash of precision and sheer force. You landed hit after hit, keeping him pinned, never letting up. But you slipped. Just once. Mark caught your arm, twisted, and hurled you into the shell of a half-fallen skyscraper. The entire top section came down with you inside. Concrete and steel crushed your body beneath the weight. Mark didn’t see you emerge.

The final one was the worst. Sinister Mark’s version. You were quiet, but there was something in your voice when you spoke—like you knew him. Like you remembered. “You're tired,” you said, almost gently, before disappearing into a blur of afterimages. You didn’t fight like the others. You played with time, weaving around him, dragging him into a blur of motion, a warped strobe of lights and colors. Mark chased you through the skyline, through abandoned highways, through lightning itself. You were too fast. Then everything slowed down. Or maybe everything sped up. The air warped. Space twisted. And you were gone—vanished into some endless corridor of light, swallowed by your own speed. The Speed Force, maybe. Mark would never know. But you didn’t come back.

And just like that, it was over.

By the fourth day, with the last of your variants defeated or dead, Mark stood alone among craters and corpses. The city was broken. The sky was grey. And when he finally saw you—his you—safe, real, still alive, he couldn’t help it.

He grabbed you. Pulled you into his chest. Hands trembling. Breath shaking.

He had killed you fifteen times. Fast, deadly, and unrelenting—you in every form. But this one? This one held him back. This one clutched his shirt just as tightly. And God help him… he was thankful. So, so thankful.

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

PLEASE MAKE MAKE A FIC WHERE YOUR TRAPPED IN A REALLY CLOSED SPACE W BO

Please I love youuu😫🙏🙏

Tight Quarters||Bo chow x Fem!reader

Explicit MDNI 18+

Word Count—2.2k

Warnings: smut (P in V), fingering, biting, bloodplay, dirty talk, size kink, rough sex, claustrophobia kink, predator/prey dynamics, mild dubcon (reader is into it), power imbalance, vampire teasing, harsh language borderline hate sex

Summary—Locked in a closet with Bo Chow, the vampire who’s been getting under your skin for weeks, things heat up fast. The space is tight, the danger outside is real, and Bo’s not the type to waste an opportunity especially when he can hear how fast your heart’s beating. With nowhere to run and too much unsaid between you, he pushes every button you’ve got until resisting him isn’t even an option.

@abriefnirvana

The storage closet wasn’t supposed to lock from the outside.

You found that out about two seconds too late—just long enough for the heavy metal door to slam shut behind you, locking with a clang that echoed like a gunshot. Now you’re pressed up against the back wall, shelves digging into your spine, and Bo Chow is standing way too close.

Correction he was looming over you.

His tall frame blocks most of the light from the single emergency bulb overhead. Shoulders broad. Arms crossed. Fangs barely hidden behind a smug fucking smirk.

“Cozy,” he says, voice rich and low, eyes flicking over your body like he’s deciding which part to eat first.

You cross your arms tighter. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about it,” Bo murmurs, stepping forward. The distance between you shrinks fast, suffocating and electric. “Weeks now. Ever since you got blood on my favorite shirt and looked at me like you wanted me to pin you to the wall.”

You scoff, trying not to show the way your thighs clench. “I looked at you like that because I wanted to stake you.”

“Mmhmm.” He tilts his head, tongue flicking over a canine. “Funny how close those looks can be.”

Your back hits the wall. Bo doesn’t touch you yet but he plants one hand beside your head, gaze hungry. The air’s thick with tension. You’re aware of every inch of him. The way his body radiates cold. The way he smells like blood and smoke and something more primal. The way your chest rises and falls faster than it should.

“I’m serious, Bo,” you whisper, trying to ignore how your pulse is hammering. “We’re trapped. This isn’t the time.”

He leans in, lips a whisper from your neck. “Baby, it’s the perfect time.”

You hate the way heat pulses between your legs at the sound of his voice. You hate that he knows it, too.

Because of course he knows. He can hear your heartbeat stuttering, your breath hitching, the way your scent changes. Predator instincts, vampire bullshit. He’s always had the upper hand. But here, now, with you trapped together in a tiny dark closet, he’s playing a different game.

One that ends with you begging.

His hand trails down your side, fingers brushing your waist, your hip, the curve of your thigh. Not touching where you need him. Just letting you know he could.

“You keep pushing me away,” he murmurs, nose dragging along your jaw. “But your body’s honest. Bet if I slipped my hand down those pretty little pants, you’d be soaking for me.”

Your breath hitches.

“Not denying it,” he chuckles darkly. “Want me to prove it?”

You mean to say no. You do.

But what comes out instead was “Do it.”

Bo doesn’t need more than that.

His hand dips under the waistband of your pants hot, fast, greedy. Two fingers slide through your folds and come back slick. His grin turns wicked.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice tight. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Gonna let me play with you?”

You nod before your brain catches up.

And then you’re gasping his fingers circling your clit with slow, devastating pressure, teasing at your entrance but not entering. Your hips roll against his hand, chasing more, but he doesn’t give it. Not yet.

“You’re gonna be good for me, yeah?” Bo growls, pressing you harder against the wall with his body. “Let me have a little taste?”

Your head tips back, baring your neck. That instinct submitting to the monster sends another rush of heat to your core.

He doesn’t bite. Not yet. Just licks a stripe up your throat, cold tongue sending shivers down your spine.

“So fucking sweet,” he mutters. “Gonna fuck you right here. Right up against this wall. Quiet, though—unless you want the hunters to hear you moaning for me.”

You want to tell him to shut up. You want to call him an asshole. But what comes out is a whimper as he sinks two fingers into you, curling just right.

Your knees buckle.

He catches you easily, one arm sliding under your thighs to lift you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct.

“You’re gonna take me like this, baby,” Bo breathes, grinding against you. “No prep, no warm-up. Just my cock stretching this pretty pussy open.”

You grind back, desperate now. “Then do it.”

That’s all the permission he needs.

You feel the blunt head of his cock press against your entrance, and then he thrusts in, slow but unrelenting. Stretching you wide. Filling you completely. You cry out, biting your lip to muffle the sound. It’s too much, too good, too deep.

“Goddamn,” Bo groans. “You were made for this. Fuck.”

He sets a brutal pace, fucking you against the wall like a man possessed. The slap of skin, the wet sounds, the little noises you can’t suppress—it all echoes in the tiny space, obscene and delicious.

His fangs graze your throat, and this time, when he bites, it’s gentle a nick. Just enough for blood to leak.

Bo groans like it’s his last meal.

“Gonna cum for me?” he whispers, licking the wound, still fucking you deep and hard. “Gonna squeeze me tight and soak my cock like a good girl?”

Your whole body trembles. The pressure coiling in your belly snaps all at once white heat flooding you as you cum around him, gasping into his shoulder.

Bo doesn’t last much longer. A few more thrusts and he’s spilling inside you, groaning your name like a curse, like a prayer.

For a moment, there’s only ragged breath and your pulse in your ears.

Then Bo pulls back, still buried inside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re lucky I like tight spaces,” he murmurs, lips quirking.

You slap his chest, breathless. “Asshole.”

He grins wide, eyes glowing faintly red in the dark. “You love it.”

And maybe you do but you weren’t going to say anything about that.

[possesseddesiress]

The Great Shift: Streaming

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

The Great Shift: Streaming

My name is Phil, I just got into college and I feel pretty lost about my life. I got into a career that I don't even like (but my parents said that money and opportunities matter more), I don't have many friends, much less a partner.

The few friends I have say it's weird that I'm so unsuccessful in love, I'm not bad looking, though maybe... yeah too skinny.

I don't have a hint of muscle, I'm small and scrawny. Also very shy, I do my best with regards to relating to others, but it's like I fail epically every time I try.

It was like my life was destined for unhappiness... and I was settling for that.

That afternoon was pretty quiet, I had a few chores (that I didn't understand), just me in my room at school because my roomie was out, and all my friends were busy. A pathetic afternoon, really.

I lay back on my bed, let out a sigh, pulling out my phone. Something I was quite a fan of, was video games, I liked the mechanics, the designs, and partly because I could pretend to be someone else: to know other worlds, other stories, although no doubt, it was also boring to play without other people.

So in part I also liked to watch some video game streamers. How they narrated the games, their charisma or their jokes, many times I just watched them while I was eating or doing something else.

There was one in particular, his name was Corey. Corey or better known as Noobro, was quite famous on Twitch, and had a certain charisma that I found quite attractive.

I looked up his profile, noticing that he was live.

- How are you today? - he said with a smile, he was playing something like Fornite. He said a couple of things but I didn't even pay attention thanks to a strange buzzing sound that started to play quite loudly. I couldn't quite identify the source, it almost seemed to be coming from my own brain.

I let go of the phone, clenching my head. I heard Corey moaning in the same way on the live feed, I swear even the lights flickered as if they were going to explode. And all at once, everything went black.

A second or two later, I felt some sort of tug, and I saw light again. I looked around confused, besides having a bad headache, I couldn't make out the noises very well either, they were like low murmurs of what seemed to be... music?

I wasn't listening to music before this, what the heck? I opened my eyes without being able to focus at all. Until I ended up glimpsing a computer in front of me.

A computer?

I blinked several times thinking that maybe it was a hallucination, but the computer with a loading screen was still in front of me every time I closed and opened my eyes. It seemed to be from a... game.

I noticed that he was also wearing headphones. I moved my face closer to the screen to notice that there was a camera above, and on the screen. A series of messages, and a thumbnail of someone's camera, seemed strange to me until I saw that it responded to my movements.

Wait... that wasn't someone's camera. That was my camera. But... Where am I?

I looked down at my hands, noticing thick fingers where small ones used to be, followed by a huge hand. I swallowed nervously, but mostly confused. I looked around, it was then that I noticed that the room looked strangely familiar.

I refocused my gaze on the screen, reading the comments, my heart pounding as I read some of them:

《 Hey, noob 》 《 What will you play today, noob? 》

I picked up a phone that was on the table, opened the camera and almost fainted at the sight of my reflection.

The man I watched almost day and night for his videos and live feeds was now in front of me... copying every move I made.

For a moment surprise was the only thing inside me, until I smelled his scent.

I noticed my new stench... strong, masculine, quite stinky, I almost let out a gasp. I wanted more, that was for sure, I tried to pull down a little more the sleeve of the t-shirt that was a little tight to expose my hairy armpits, but because of my new strength, I ended up tearing it.

Out of concern, I ended up cracking a smile, raised my arm and placed it behind the backrest, flexing it and enjoying the sensation; as my bicep swelled up and showed off my new huge muscles.

I almost didn't remember that Corey was originally on a live feed, until I heard the messages start coming out one after another.

Some confused, talking about how they woke up in other bodies and didn't know who they were now, but others were more... interesting.

《You're not him, are you? 》《 I was watching this video in my previous body, I ended up in someone else's who was also watching it, Noob, is it still you? 》

My shyness was about to cut off the transmission, but I felt a strange tingling, I had never felt it before, it was... courage?

- Nah, I'm not him - I said with unfamiliar confidence. It was strange for me to act like this but at the same time it felt so right, like something was finally finding its place in me.

《 And who are you? 》 《 How does it feel to be inside him? 》

- Well, I won't say who I was before. That's not important - I smiled, flexing my arms - It feels amazing, I look good, don't I?

I flexed my arms more and more towards the camera again, I also grabbed my pecs to start massaging them.

《 Let us see more then 》

- You sure are dirty, aren't you? - I teased, although I wasn't at all uncomfortable with what they were asking - I guess they're my fans now, so I must please you.

I spread my legs, feeling his thick build, wide and fat... I moved a little closer to the screen, starting to make slight provocative gestures: sticking out my tongue, biting my lip.

I looked like a fool at first though.... I felt good, and watching the messages explode with excitement did nothing but cheer me up more.

I continued to smell my new stinky, hairy armpits.

- You guys would love to be smelling this, seriously - I pressed my nose against my skin, ecstatic. Continuing that exploration for what seemed like hours, several of them even sent me some pretty juicy tips for getting.... more creative.

That day was somewhat chaotic in the streets, there was panic and no one knew what to do. It took the world at least a week to get used to the “Big Shift”, or at least that's what the scientists called it.

They explained that 80% of the world's population changed bodies without any control or pattern. Some changed between families, others with people from other countries, between genders... it was definitely chaos. Although it is quite lucky if we are honest, the exploration in private was undoubtedly... wonderful.

However, I did have a hard time adjusting to my new body, specifically because of the... work part.

Apparently, Corey's job wasn't just being a streamer, he was also an accountant. The career that I was about to study and that I didn't understand at all. So clearly, I ended up losing the job in a few weeks.

They gave me compensation for the whole body swap thing and at least to keep me afloat for about two months. I felt like it was all coming down but then I thought of something. Corey was famous on Twitch and other social media because he was charismatic, right?

Plus... He had a really good body.

Why wasn't I capitalizing on that?

The first bold move I took on his body was to wax my entire chest, I liked how he looked with hair, I must admit. Although seeing him hairless made it more... eye-catching. Two fat bulges that would catch anyone's attention.

I started uploading more racy stuff, pictures working out, in the gym, sweaty, with clothes that barely covered.

It was a risky move, but it sure paid off, in no time, I also opened a slightly more... explicit account, and suddenly I didn't have to worry about money anymore. I could have this glorious body in all its glory, play video games most of the day, make enough money to support myself and even have more for my personal tastes. I even bought a new car!

My life as Corey was going great, I finally had confidence with other guys (and none of them would miss the opportunity to get all body worshipping), I had money, I was doing what I loved. I finally had a purpose in life.

I'm sure you wonder what happened to the original Corey, don't you? Well, he ended up in my body.

Some people suffered a "direct" exchange, which was that two consciousnesses moved between their bodies, closing only between them.

I talked to him for a while, I thought he would be upset or going crazy, but no, he was actually happy to relive his youth again, study again the career he liked (and take advantage of his knowledge), even try to do streaming again. I think he's doing well even though he's more successful as an influencer or something.

I just know that I improve my appearance quite a bit.

And I know he also watches a lot of my new content (I checked the subscriber list so I know he's definitely there), I guess he likes to see his body still. Maybe he even fondles himself watching my videos.

Anyway, I feel pretty good about being Corey now, the big "Noobro", and not just "big" in video games, if you know what I'm talking about.

- Hey guys, welcome to a new video. I just got back from the gym all sweaty - I smiled before dipping my nose into my armpit, leaving it on display for the camera's delight - How about we play something new today?

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[weaselle]

love these additions! And it's something i wish more people would pay attention to when choosing a pet, because there are several breeds that exhibit this attribute, sometimes called selective disobedience or intelligent disobedience, and in all these breeds it is a feature, not a bug.

the classic example (and one close to my heart) is a siberian husky. Imagine you are sledding and your route takes you over a lake that is thickly frozen over at this time of year. You tell your dogs to take the sled over the ice, knowing that it is a safe route in the winter. But what you don't know is that last month there was an unseasonable thaw and the ice is much thinner than usual. So when you tell your dogs to take you and your heavy sled over this thin ice, you WANT your dogs to refuse. Right?

you don't hear any traffic so you tell your seeing eye dog to take you across the street, but there's a near-silent electric car coming... You tell your hunting dog to go into the bushes and flush out game but there's a bear napping in those bushes... and of course, livestock guardian dogs, who you do not want waiting around for orders, but deciding for themselves what they should do when completely unsupervised.

There are all kinds of reasons you'd want this feature, and there are quite a few dogs bred to have it. Poodles for example, are considered expert-level-only hunting dogs by many experienced hunters for this reason. They are meant to think for themselves, solve problems, assess situations, and make choices. Golden retrievers, on the other hand, are NOT meant to be as independent.

I've been working with a siberian husky for the last few months, and building a relationship with her to where she doesn't just flick an ear to show she heard me and then do whatever she wants to do anyway, instead of what i'm asking her to do, has taken real effort.

There are three major issues i see with people getting dogs these days

A: i wish people would look at what a dog was bred for and assess whether or not they can provide some version of that activity. I'm working with a beagle right now whose owners do zero sent play (leaving scent trails or hiding treats easter egg style) and are not interested in doing any, and it's like, of course your dog misbehaves on walks, he's driven to fulfill his need to Investigate The Smells, and he was bred to literally pull a human on a leash along interesting scent trails. If you give him an opportunity to do those things in a positive way, he won't be stuck with the choice of ignoring his deepest desires or "misbehaving" as his only options. Gods, the people really are the hardest part of training dogs. Too many people don't even look into the breed's purpose at all, they'll get a doodle because it's cute and never even think to ask what the two breeds were meant to do.

B: Human lifestyles and canine lifestyles used to be a ven diagram that was much closer to a circle. We used to both live in the woods and hunt creatures and defend territory. Even farming or ranching is not too far from this lifestyle. It has been a great match up for a long time. But now, modern™ society has us living in a way that is much less of a match up. Clients want me to train their dogs not to bark, and are not encouraged when i explain that we spent literally thousands of years asking them to bark more, actually, so it's going to be an uphill battle. Humans used to have very physical lifestyles, and it use d to be much rarer to spend a day where your dog couldn't be with you all day doing normal dog behaviors. Now our lives are full of very strict and confining rules of behavior we expect from a dog, and yet people are spending less time than ever socializing/training their dogs to be functioning members of their own pack. It's sad.

C: people assume certain breeds, like labradors and golden retrievers, are "easy mode" dogs, which is kinda true except they have a completely unreasonable expectation of what "easy mode" looks like. It's like a person who has no idea how to work on a car getting a car based on it being the easiest to do mechanic stuff to it, but never learning how to do mechanic stuff. Then they get upset that it keeps breaking down and they can't fix it.

Anyway, uh, thanks for coming to my ted talk i guess, lol

Anatolian shepherd dog puppy in training

[pureshadough]

crk reread - prologue

(long post with lots of images under the cut!)

why the fuck are the prologue cutscenes so low quality and bitcrunched?

are the ancients ever referred to as just The Five anywhere else in game? i think it's literally just in this single instance. very strange

soul jam's nature was so Dubious during prelaunch. are they unique to the virtue holders specifically, or a universal concept given a title and Emphasis for these exceptionally strong instances of them? we have soul stones which are described as having their essence, but its never been particularly clear if each individual cookie has a soul stone as like, their actual SOUL or not, and if souljam is moreover supposed to be synonymous in this use-case. i think devsis probably didn't really know themselves until a bit of a ways in. interesting to look back on

i have a deep appreciation for how all of the ancients get crowns & diagrams of their kingdoms behind them EXCEPT for lily

and if you didnt manage to catch on to the fact she was the odd one out of the group, this quad shot spells it out even clearer

do we ever see the flags for hb and gc's kingdoms outside of this cutscene? can't remember. surely we do

I still have no fucking idea how she's here for this.

god damn kim has been putting her heart into every single pv line since day one. i need more people to listen to the korean voice acting for this game the delivery is genuinely so fucking excellent across the board

the use of eternity in this sentence is. Interesting.

IVE NEVER NOTICED THAT THEY BOTH START TO CRUMBLE DURING THIS??? dark moon magic is some wild shit my dude

these early early game (practically prototype) cutscenes are SO strange looking by comparison to today. lily looks like shes from a newgrounds flash animation from 2008 here. wet cat

ever wondered why the vanilla kingdom is permanently airborne?

Yeah

it wasn't always airborne

you can also briefly catch the souljams scattering across earthbread in that shot!

small detail people often forget about: while many cookies have indeed escaped the witches grasp after being baked before, im of the understanding here that gingerbrave is uniquely the only cookie to have ever escaped from inside the oven itself, mid-baking process. the kid also manages to avoid most every hazard for the unknowable amount of time he was running before he at last passed out from exhaustion after attacking a wolf. King shit

corporate wants you to find the difference between these two images

oh what the fuck i COMPLETELY forgot about this. all of them knew each other pre-game! what! sure!

okay now This.

are we ever gonna come back around to this one devsis because What the fuck are you talking about. Why. Does this not completely undercut everything going on with white lily. In the first 15 minutes of playtime. WHY DOES STRAWBERRY PROCEED TO NEVER BRING THIS UP AGAIN. GINGERBRAVE DOESNT EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE THIUS AT ALL IN THE MOMENT???? ITS SO DARK IN HERE

the sugar gnomes immediately approaching three Actual Children when they happen to congregate within the ruins of the old kingdom they lived at and going REBUILD SOCIETY is so fucking funny to me

i know the intentions of most of this is near-exclusively to teach the player the base game mechanics but the concept of cookie cutters as they function in the gacha being a Real Thing in this universe is so. ????!?!??!?!?!??!?

i recall wizard gets disproven here a few chapters later but Man even the game cant decide on which variation of its lore to go with

SUMMONING BEACON

ahhh yes good old chili pepper and her singular personality trait of Is A Thief. i will be skipping most of her dialogue henceforth

will we EVER elaborate on what this fucking power from "The Legends" is supposed to be. Ever. We are so far removed from this initial plot at this point. devsis has the opportunity to bring back the funniest chekhovs gun in all of fiction

custard cookie's korean performance makes him INFINITELY more tolerable to listen to. dare i say its Cute, Even. he's just a little guy.

thats about it for prologue besides a bunch of really short & unvoiced tutorial cutscenes. I am forever haunted by the fact like 70% of the details established in this like 45 minute stretch have been pretty much completely abandoned in the modern day. GOD I WISH THEY DID ANYTHING WITH STRAWBERRY SEEING A COOKIE GET EATEN. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. i remembered she had *a* scene involving a witch encounter but not whatever the hell they were trying to do with THIS. The missed potential for her to have the most insane possible conversations with DE/lily. A literal nine year old coped better with seeing god consume its own creation than her. Fuck.

[pearlescentparade]

Ur probably gonna ignore cuz it’s kinda boring but can i request two time x reader angst ?

Two and reader spending time together, reader trying to enjoy snuggling up to their partner yet two time isn’t returning any of the affection. Just sitting with their hands to themselves with no attempt to do anything besides watch whatever was in front of them.

Basically reader trying to cope with two time not actually returning their feelings despite dating and probably terrible communication.

up to you if two time loves them back.

light years 🔄 two time x reader angst drabble❤️‍🩹

it's cold tonight.

you shouldn't complain, considering it was your idea to go star-gazing. but in your defense, it sounded cute in the moment.

the blades of grass uncomfortably drag against and poke your skin, prickled with goosebumps, as you shift to turn on your side to face two time. they only blankly stare up at the eternal night sky.

"timey?"

they hum, but are complacent in making any other effort beyond that to acknowledge you.

"i'm a little cold.. can we cuddle? ...please?" your whispered pleas could've been mistaken for the ambient howling of the wind. perhaps that's why they don't answer you. but there is much shame to be had in asking again, you think.

hesitantly, and with much space, you reach your hand out to them.

nothing. no acceptance, no rejection.

then, you dare to slink your arms around their body, loosely embracing them as if unsure whether to commit fully to it. you think you feel colder touching them than not.

their body tenses under your touch. did they feel disgusted by you?

you shakily exhale, trying to ignore the deep pain rooting in your heart and constricting your throat. times like these, you wish that they'd start yelling how much they hate you. at least then, you'd know for sure, and you'd know how they feel or think for once. but instead, you are left in the dark, blind and guessing, and playing a game meant for two alone.

a familiar sting burns your eyes, and you take it as your cue to distract yourself.

"..that's orion's belt. it's thr-three stars." you point to the constellation, light years away. two time blinks, inches away. it's less about telling them, and more about telling yourself.

"over there is gemini. it--hic--has the twin stars, castor and- and pollux-" despite your futile attempts, the tears fall anyway. and when one slips out, the rest comes in a flood. it takes only seconds before you're uncontrollably sobbing, muffling your cries in two time's arm.

yet, even as you wet their arm with tears, snot, and saliva, they say nothing. no comfort, no disgust, simply silence.

they couldn't say anything.

not when fear paralyzes them.

they've messed this up before. it's not out of the question to say it could happen again. the same voices that lead them to atrocity chatter viciously in their mind, angry wasps rattling in the nest, urging for another sacrifice.

to once again spill blood, warm with infatuation. to take advantage of this golden opportunity to present their devotion to the spawn by stealing the love they hold with you and metamorphosizing it into the love for their god. one wrong move, and their ghostfire dagger will plunge right into your heart.

to two time, inaction is the greatest reciprocation of love they could offer you.

without turning their head, their eyes flick to glance at your blubbering form.

it's cold tonight.

(parade postscript: sorry this one is a lot shorter mostly bc reader is talking to a fkin brick wall and yk dialogue carries all my mfin writing and also i js thought itd be fitting that everything is all short and lacking bc of the whole two time not showing reciprocation thang [me pulling out a million bullshit excuses out of my ass for why ts is so short and pretending im being a literary genius]

also fun fact! castor and pollux look close together from earth but are farther from each other in reality! castor is actually 51 light-years away, while pollux is closer at 33.8 light-years)

[mediocrecowboyhat]

hc share since you're looking

arthur sketching [whatever love interest] constantly. or getting caught sketching them etc.

said smut is okay so... bondage + sketching them

I said what I said

I was actually thinking about that the other week! I was in the mood to write something for Arthur again and thought of his lasso

Tags: no use of pronouns, explicit sexual content, bondage, reader receiving oral

Arthur Morgan loves loves loves to draw you! Half of the sketches in his journal are pretty much of you. Some are more detailed, when he has the time and opportunity to sit down and put your features onto paper. Others are a bit more rushed, but they're still wonderfully drawn.

As much as he loves to capture you in his journal, he also likes to keep it a secret. Whenever someone gets too close, he shuts the book with an audible slam and stores it away. It's always on him in some way, either in a satchel or tugged into his belt when he's in a hurry.

At some point, you find out about it, of course you do. Arthur, your loving partner, would like to get a proper portrait of you after all, one where you sit still for him and perhaps even strike a pose. It's fun, throwing on various clothing items to switch it up. One time you tied his black bandana around your neck and put his worn hat on and that sight alone had him go absolutely crazy.

Of course the man has thought about drawing you nude, but could never bring it over himself to suggest it. There are hints here and there that he sneaks in during conversations and more private moments, but nothing outright. He doesn't even have to, because you bring it up when you two find yourselves forced to book a room at a hotel one day.

You've thought about it a long time by now and he can't help but flush and clear his throat when you tug at the rope he carries around to catch folks or game. Arthur is good at tying knots, knots that don't give in under any force. Though they're not as tight when he slings the rope around your naked body, his calloused fingers ghosting over your bare skin.

Now you're laying there between the soft and fresh sheets, the restraints squeezing your muscles in an almost comfortable way. The outlaw is lost in the dips and curves of your body and his eyes linger on your form longer than usual when he takes your picture. Some incoherent grumbling from him and the sound of his pencil on paper are the only sounds filling the warm room.

He can't deny that the sight excites him and the more time passes the tighter his jeans feel. You catch his hand drifting down to adjust himself and it gets a proud smirk from you. It feels good to get him like this with just the mere sight of your exposed body. No words, no touches, just you. That's all he needs.

Once he's finished with the portrait, he goes to free you from your binds, but you have a better idea. Arthur can't argue that he hasn't thought about it either throughout the evening, so of course he's on board. Now his face is buried between your legs, his fingers digging into your soft thighs while his mouth pushes you towards the edge. Back arched and lips parted, you push and pull at the rope, but not to break free.

[bemorch]

Tags by @vaguely-concerned

I’ve had a lot of people point out the easter eggs in these (the andraste’s grace, the portraits, the books, etc.), but this is the first time someone actually gets the more abstract messaging 100% right wow

I’ll take this chance to elaborate on the ideas in this a bit because I think the differences between their politics, the ways they view the chant, and their relationships, shape the way (I think) they would choose to depict themselves in a portrait.

Long text under the cut:

Starting with Cassandra, she's a character driven by duty and purpose, which extends to her interpretation of the chant. She views the Chantry as a means to a righteous, just and devoted society (although her interpretation of “justice” might not align with everyone else's). She is more than willing to go against the tide if she sees a violation of what she deems a fair system, even if that turns the world against her. 

These traits are self-evident in the letter Leliana “Nightingale” sends her after the death of Divine Beatrix III:

«“I know that the Most Holy has spoken to you, Cassandra” the letter stated. “She wishes you to be her Right Hand, to serve her as you did the Divine before. What she considers is necessary, yet dangerous. (...) My own agents have watched as you perform your duties. You pursue your own missions for the Seekers with less vigor than you once did. You question more often, show compassion that would get you in trouble if they knew of it, and you rage at injustice that has become more and more obvious to those of us with eyes. I welcome the opportunity for us to work together in what shall surely be our most trying hours”». (The World of Thedas II, p. 223)

This, though, also reveals the differences between the way she and Leliana served as Divine Justinia V’s right and left hand respectively, and most importantly, their relationships to her (which I’ll get to later).

Cassandra is, above all, a soldier. This does not diminish her faithfulness, on the contrary, her belief in the chant is what fuels her morals and principles, and what she sees as her duty as a warrior. This is what made her rise to the position of Right Hand of Divine Beatrix III, it wasn’t only her feats -overthrowing the assassination plot against the Divine, slaying the magically controlled dragons (a feat that she herself insists doesn’t belong exclusively to her) - but her resolve to do so. As she herself puts it in a report to her Seeker superiors: “Yes, I was indeed there when the Grand Cathedral was attacked, and I fought with every ounce of my strength to protect the Divine. (...) I was willing to die to protect Most Holy, it’s true, and I almost did die. But fighting against such evil is my sworn duty.” (World of Thedas II, p. 221) .

This, I believe, would all be reflected in her Official Divine portrait: 

Full armor, of course, not only as an expression of her history as a soldier (which, although lessened, doesn’t end with her appointment as Divine), but also as an extension of her metaphorical armor. Cassandra, although incredibly genuine and honest, is a woman who’s surrounded herself with emotional walls.

A powerful pose, as a way to show authority, strength and discipline, but within eye-level as to not show an arrogant sense of superiority.

Little to no personal decoration. She’s a blunt, no-nonsense person, she doesn’t see the point in displaying her own life in an official portrait where everyone can see it. With the exception of a small portrait of divine Justinia, of course, and “The tale of the Champion” (whether the last one was left "in-frame" on purpose or not, I’ll leave to your interpretation).

Strong Chantry imagery: the drapes, the banner… She does not play the Game or care much for it, so subtle messaging through objects, composition, colors, etc. would not be much of a concern for her (she would probably see the need of a portrait at all as vain). When asked how she’d like to be painted, she’d probably give an exasperated “I do not care, just get this over with” kind of response. By relegating the task to her advisors though, subtle class imagery would sneak in the painting: the orlesian, purple cloth, representing a superior wealth/social status. This would also symbolize how one of her best attributes can be one of her worst: her straightforwardness, and lack of tolerance for nonsense (in this case, noble’s machinations), would make her vulnerable to camouflaged manipulation/influence.

Her portrait heavily contrasts with both Leliana’s and Vivienne’s, because, although each does so from the other side of the political spectrum, both of them skillfully play the Game, even through their portraits. Cassandra’s, on the other hand, has an either boring or refreshing (depending on who you ask) sincerity in her plain depiction of herself.

Continuing with the Left Hand of the Divine; Leliana, despite fulfilling her role next to Cassandra for many years, plays her cards in a completely different way. Shamelessly quoting the Thedas Revolutions wiki: “If the Right Hand of the Divine is her blade in hand, then the Divine’s Left Hand is the one concealed in her sleeve”.

(I’ll be talking exclusively about a softened Leliana here, so as not to overextend this analysis).

Where Cassandra is blunt and inflexible, Leliana is sly and open-minded. While Cassandra does not give nobles the time of day, Leliana, as a former bard, revels in playing their game. Cassandra will rush to the direct and short path, even if more dangerous, while Leliana will take her time finding a roundabout (literally).

Leliana’s devotion to the Maker is, in my opinion, no greater or lesser than Cassandra’s, but it is more unconventional. Even ignoring her “vision” during the events of Origins, her interpretation of the chant of light is not one shared by many. As she explains in Inquisition, when asked about her plans if she were to become Divine: «The Chantry dictated where it should have inspired. It spoke of judgement instead of acceptance. It should encourage the good in everyone, rather than rebuke us for our sins. No one should be turned away from our doors. No one is without worth. Whoever you are, whatever your mistakes, you are loved. Unconditionally. “In your heart shall burn an unquenchable flame.”». She is, to some degree, something of a heretic.  And yet, her devotion to her faith is undeniable.

Her portrait shows these same characteristics:

An approachable look: as @/vaguely-concerned eloquently put it, “I am here with you in this private space, you can tell me everything, I will understand”. From her pose, sitting down in a comfortable chair, looking at the viewer in the eyes, to the space she’s in: a simple, homey room.

Personal decorations: the lute, the portraits, the flower, and the amulet. All to portray vulnerability and connect to the viewer. Even the nug, Schmooples II, is an attempt to seem friendly. I mean, a Divine with such a “dirty” and common animal as a pet? Wow, she's just like me! This, although no less genuine, is a very calculated way to depict herself. She won’t reveal any real secrets or weaknesses of course. If Cassandra’s straightforwardness is both a strength and a fault, Leliana’s scheming can be as well. A person like her, so in love with playing the Game, can get lost in her own machinations even in front of a clear-cut solution.

Even though her priority here is to connect with the viewer -the world-, she is still very much a servant of the Maker -of the Chantry- shown through the Grand Cathedral visible through the window. She serves the people through the Chantry, and the Chantry through the people.

This is a new era for the Chantry, one where everyone’s welcome (“elves, dwarves, even qunari.”), one rid of archaic conventions of what means to be faithful. What better way to show this than with a portrait of the Divine’s elven lover displayed on her official portrait? (I am aware this only applies to a very specific worldstate).

A robe made of beautiful materials and textiles. Elegant and ornamental, but not a vulgar display of wealth. A nod to her love for shoes, fashion, and orlesian customs.

And, of course, a portrait of Divine Justina as well. The position, size and context is different from Cassandra’s as a way to highlight the aforementioned differences between their relationships with Dorothea. In Leliana’s case, the portrait is big, hanged in a high, visible place, just above her, as if watching over her. She was, as she herself says, the one who “saved her”, and who motivated her to dedicate herself to the Chantry. Cassandra, on the other hand, even though devoted to Justinia, had a far more superficial connection with her, more by duty than by affection. She even admits it in a series of banters with Sera:

“Sera: You better yet, Cassandra? Can you tell me what she was like? Cassandra: Who? Oh, the Divine? Yes, I'm sorry. I'm not used to such... unorthodox displays of faith. Most Holy was a visionary. I served as her Right Hand, and would have done so as long as she needed me. Sera: But you didn't know her. Cassandra: I just said, I served as her Right Hand. Sera: Fine, whatever. I'll ask Leliana. You can tell there was something with those two. Family pain, there.” “Cassandra: I... You were right, Sera. I find I did not know Justinia at all. Sera: Shame, right? She was pretty.”

This is why, even though she was an equally influential figure in Cassandra’s life, her portrait is smaller, less visible, looking in the opposite direction as her. They worked together, she would’ve sacrificed herself to save her life, but they didn’t really know each other.

And lastly we have Vivienne, equally subversive as she is conservative. The first mage Divine, but also the most traditional out of the three candidates. A deeply complicated woman.

I find that Vivienne is often misrepresented in fandom spaces, oversimplified as just "the conservative mage". She's not afforded the same complexities as her mage peers, for whatever reason (I think we both know the reason). The thing is, Vivienne loves control, loves power plays, but her politics on mage freedom don't come from that, but from a genuine wish to protect her fellow mages. She is, in my opinion, one of the characters most empathetic to mages, even if her ideas of what's best for them are widely different from most. Even if subtle, her reaction to finding the rebel mages left the tranquil behind (and were subsequently used by the venatori to make the ocularum) is one of absolute outrage. Her worry for mages doesn’t end with the “useful” ones, so it’s not about controlling a potential asset, it extends to those most overlooked by the Templars, the Chantry and the rebels.

I’d divide Vivienne's opinionated dialogue in 3 layers:

Her opinion is backed by rational arguments, she’s sincere about what she's saying.

Despite her arguments being factually true, her opinion is motivated by emotional ones. As in, her real reasoning would be indefensible, so she disguises it with a factual argument. The tried and true method used by real life conservatives. (She *is* nicknamed the iron lady, an alias for a real-life certain someone…)

Although at first glance, it might appear that she's using the strategy from the previous point, she genuinely believes what she's saying. So like layer 1, but with the cadence & condescending language she would use for nº2.

The fun part of her portrait is figuring which parts of it belong to which layer:

The mirror: either a representation or her arrogance/narcissism, or a symbol of watching one's back. She is in fact in a very delicate position. Not to repeat myself too much, but Vivienne's greater strength, her ability to take the bourgeois’ wants and desires and twist them into power for herself, is a double-edged sword; her loyalties are fragile, she has to align herself with their interests lest she lose influence. She has (almost) no truly loyal allies.

Reading the chants of light, a so on the nose depiction of her faithfulness, you wouldn't be wrong to think she's making fun of you. I also wonder to what extent she is religious, this could be a facade just to gain power in a world where religion is at the top of the pyramid. (I strongly doubt that is the case, but I do think she’s not as religious as she would make herself seem). Again, she's in a very very difficult situation as the first mage divine, so she has to do everything perfectly. Any slip, no matter how small, could be fatal.

Three colors: blue, red and green. The blue is a symbol of class, and her life among the orlesian nobility (she does love their decor). The red, a symbol of the chantry, this one's pretty straightforward. And then, almost hidden, the green circle tomes. Both a throwback to her first personal quest, and her dedication to the circle.

Gold everywhere. Fully undisguised ostentatiousness. From the purple stool (class symbol), to the mirror, her wand and her clothes. This one is a vulgar display of wealth, but a very intentional one. If Leliana appeals to the farmer, Vivienne does to the noble.

Anyways, that's about it, I don't really have a big conclusion here beyond the fact that all three Divines are different enough to be interesting on their own, and similar enough to complement each other. This is even further driven home by their canon portraits clothes colors: Cassandra has red and black, Leliana has white and red, and Vivienne has white and black. All of them share one color with each of the other two candidates, with gold as the unifying color.

Thanks for reading if you got this far, and thanks to everyone's tags on this post (and every post I make), I rarely reply, but I read them all :)

The three Divines

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[hoonieyun]

final girl

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader x park sunghoon

warnings: slasher horror movie themes, mentions of death and murder, blood, true crime obsession, psychopathic behavior, guns, physical violence, threats, violent activity, a little suggestive, serial killer behavior, 18+ not proofread

wc: 2361

the sound of jake’s heavy footsteps behind you sound a lot closer than they seem, it was like the fear that this whole ordeal has instilled in you has corrupted your perception. in a moment of fear, you decide to turn around as you’re running up the stairs which turns out to be a big mistake as jake takes this as an opportunity to gain on you, his hand tightly gripping your ankle; causing the both of you to fall onto the steps of the stairwell. 

a grunt leaves your lips as you try and get away from jake, a crazed look in his eyes as he tries to tighten his grip on your ankle and pull you towards, but with your free leg your foot comes in contact with his nose; causing him to let go and allowing you to scramble back onto your feet. 

you use that time to run away and find a place to hide, choosing the first room you find that was open which just so happens to be jay’s bedroom but before you’re even able to slam the door shut behind you; jake is pushing into the room. his strength was unmatched to yours and it leads you to falling onto jay’s bed. glancing over at jake, you couldn’t even look at him the same. 

your once best friend who you, at some point, loved so much; was now someone you couldn’t look at with nothing but disgust. you slowly crawl backwards on jay’s bed as jake towers over you. his knife held tightly in his hand was all you could look at, “i don’t wanna hurt you.. 

yn.. i love you. i promise i don’t wanna hurt you, please don’t make me hurt you.. i can convince heeseung to keep you alive. we don’t have to kill you. just– all you have to do is say that you’re mine and everything will be fine..” 

jake’s gaze was glued onto your face, you could only imagine the type of frightened expression you had on your face– “you don’t want to hurt me..?” you ask, a tremble in your voice and jake just nods as he gets closer to you. his face was just a foot away while his hand slowly made its way to hold your face. 

if you didn’t have a plan in mind, his touch would’ve made your skin crawl– and it did, but you couldn’t let it show. jake was too focused on your face that he didn’t notice your hand creeping towards the guitar that was laid to the side of jay’s bed. 

“well.. i want to hurt you.” and before jake can react, you’re swinging the guitar with whatever strength you had left and whacking jake. the guitar cracks and breaks in several pieces as jake stumbles off of the bed, freeing you. a pain groan and cough leaves his chest as you run away, throwing the guitar neck at jake as you leave. 

“sorry jay, i’ll get you a new guitar..” you mutter, running away and shutting the door behind you. 

you make your way back downstairs in hopes of finding jay or aiding sunghoon in some way but before you could even get to sunghoon, you see jay laying on the floor of the kitchen with heeseung standing over him. his knife gripped between his gloved fingers, preparing to finish jay off the way jake couldn’t. 

with quick thinking, you rush over to them and hurl the blender towards heeseung’s head. heeseung staggers over, grunting as the glass blender shatters over his head while you quickly help jay off of the floor and back to the living room to get sunghoon. 

now that you knew sunghoon was alive, all you had to do was survive and escape, which is a lot more said than done. 

before exiting the kitchen, you grab a knife of your own to have some sort of protection, if heeseung and jake wanted to gut you with blades, then two could play that game. you’re running behind jay, watching him crouch down to his brother and help him up, a sigh of relief leaves your lips as you see sunghoon is still conscious but that sigh soon turns into a sharp gasp as two strong hands snatch your body from behind. 

jake, who was waiting in the shadows, wraps his hands around your throat and waist. pulling you flush towards his body, “drop it.” he whispers into your ear and you have no choice but to drop the one piece of protection you had. the knife hits the carpet with barely a sound before jake is whispering in your ear again. 

“good girl… i’m glad you know how to listen.” 

his words make you feel sick but fearing for your life; you aren’t able to do anything but stand pushed up against jake’s body as he holds your life in his hands. the knife pressed to your neck was cold, despite being used tonight, and his breath on your skin made the hair rise on the back of your neck. 

your gaze is fixed on jay who is tending to sunghoon, putting pressure on his gash after freeing him from his restraints and the gag in his mouth. everyone’s eyes shoot towards the front when someone bursts through, “fbi, hands where i can see them!” taeyong emerges from the door and for once you feel relief knowing that someone has come to save you and your friends. 

jake stiffens behind you at the sight of taeyong holding a gun that was directed towards him. you could tell that he was slightly thrown off, hearing him swallow the nerves down his throat as his grip tightens on your waist and neck. “jake, drop the knife..” taeyong warns but your joy of being saved is short lived when a knife is suddenly pierced through his neck, blood pouring down his clothes as he coughs. 

taeyong’s body drops to the floor and you’re left with your mouth ajar as your only chance of surviving was now lying in a pool of his blood. 

“that was easy.” heeseung says as he snatches the knife and walks over taeyong’s body, cleaning it off with his glove. “so.. who’s next?” he asks, pointing his knife towards the twin brothers, moving it side to side as if he was playing eeney meeney miney moe. “actually..” heeseung says, bending over and grabbing the gun from taeyong’s lifeless hands. you were afraid that he was going to resort to shooting you all instead of his traditional knife but all heeseung does is empty the bullet chamber and tosses the weapon aside. 

“please, you didn’t think i was going to use that? gross.. i may be a serial killer but i’d never use a gun. a knife is way more fun and… satisfying.” he says, a tight lipped smile on his face. you struggle against jake’s grip, writhing under his grasp but he isn’t letting up.”you know yn.. none of this would’ve ever happened if that fucker right there never came into the picture.” he says, pointing his knife at sunghoon who was furrowing his thick eyebrows at jake. 

you couldn’t help but feel pain and guilt while you looked at him. pain and agony paired with anger was painted across his face and all you could think about was the fact that maybe jake was right. none of this would’ve ever happened if you never met sunghoon, let alone became his girlfriend; jake probably would’ve confessed at some point and maybe you would’ve dated him instead.. 

these thoughts run through your mind as you weigh your options and it seemed like there was truly only one option in your head that seemed the most possible. 

“it’s not too late, baby.. you could still be mine and all of this would be over.” jake whispers, pressing a slight kiss onto the shell of your ear. your lips quivered as you looked at sunghoon and for a moment, it was just the two of you. like all of the dangers in the room disappeared and it was simply you and sunghoon standing together. you had a silent agreement and it was as if he could read your mind with the way he gave you a small nod. 

“okay..” you muttered and jake repeated it back to you in the form of a question. 

“ok.. i’ll be yours jake. just like how you want.” you confessed, tears in your eyes as you turn around when jake’s grip loosens. you take that opportunity to turn around and face him, gently placing your hand on his cheek as you stare into one another’s eyes. “really?” he asks and you nod in response. “i forgive you.. please don’t hurt me, jake…” you tried your best to not let your tears fall. sincerity was dripping from your words and jake couldn’t feel any happier to hear what you were saying. 

only if it were true. 

your hand finds its way to the knife in his and you snatch it away and jump out of the way just as sunghoon lunges forward and tackles jake to the ground. his shoulders pummeling into jake’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. jay watches this play out and follows suit, tackling heeseung before he could interfere while you scramble to figure out what to do next. you watched the four boys wrestle with one another, jake and sunghoon are trading punches while jay is sitting on top of heeseung, letting him have it. 

you needed to find a way to gain some leverage and that was when you remembered that you weren’t entirely hopeless. the night that you had come up with the plan and told sunghoon you needed to go somewhere, you met with someone you had been speaking to and bought a firearm from him– knowing that you’d be able to use it in some way to help you. and that was now. you run towards the closet that they had used to hide sunghoon and your hunch was right, there on one of the hooks was your bag. 

rummaging through it quickly, you feel your fingers graze the cold metal of the gun and with a swift motion to ensure that there were still bullets inside of it. “one, two, three- five.. ok.” you count to yourself as you load the gun back up and with the click of the safety, everyone’s eyes are on you as you aim the gun at jake. 

“get the fuck off of him..” you warn as you threaten jake who now found himself on top of jake, hammering down his fist onto your boyfriend’s face. jake brings his hands up in submission, eyes wide at the gun in your hands, “woah.. pretty girl, let’s calm down, ok?” he says but his words only piss you off even more. 

sending one warning shot into the ceiling, jake flinches and climbs off of jake. sunghoon and jay limp to your side as you keep your gun aimed at the two people in front of you. you were all in a standstill as the tension in the room continues to get thicker and thicker. 

the gun in your hands was getting heavy and it was getting harder to breathe the longer you pointed the gun at the two people you once called friends. 

jake suddenly dashes towards you and almost like it was an instinct, you fire three bullets into his chest. everyone gasps at your action, jake who was once standing and running towards you is halted in his path when the bullets shoot through him. blood moistens the fabric of his clothes as he falls to his knees, one last glance into your eyes as he falls forward. 

heeseung, who was standing to the side, watches this in anger as his once perfect plan was now falling apart. he grabs the knife by his feet and when he rushes forward you try to shoot him but in your state of shock, you miss. 

a second attempt at shooting heeseung fails as the bullets in your gun had been used up, “shit!” you exclaim and as you prepare for the impact from heeseung while sunghoon moves himself in front of you, shielding you from the danger but it never comes as another gunshot rips through the air. 

heeseung falls forward with a thud and reveals detective irene, holding a gun that was aimed to where heeseung was just standing. the three of you look at irene with wide eyes as you soon realize both assailants have now been taken care of and irene was here to save you. 

you and the twins make your way over to irene but jake suddenly lunges upwards in an attempt to grab sunghoon but you’re quick to grab the gun from irene and shoot him in the chest one more time. his grip on sunghoon’s leg loosens as he looks at you once again. 

“i would’ve never hurt you, i love you too much..” jake coughs as blood from his mouth splatters the carpet. you blink at his lifeless body while irene escorts all of you out of the hellhole that was this house. before leaving, you decide to shoot heeseung again, causing everyone to whip their heads around to the sound, “just making sure that fucker’s dead..” you say, handing the gun back to irene as you and your friends finally walk through the door; leaving the gruesome crimescene behind. 

the cold night air nips at your bruised skin as you walk hand in hand with sunghoon, who easily slips his hand into yours; a sense of comfort that you haven’t felt in so long. you rest your head on sunghoon’s shoulder as jay leans on the support beam of his front porch. 

the sounds of sirens get louder as you look into the distance, the colors of red and blue bleed into the night sky, and for once in a long time; you breathe a sigh of relief knowing that it wouldn’t be followed by something that would make your breath get caught your throat shortly after. 

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detectives notes: the decelis killers have been identified as sim jaeyun and lee heeseung, who orchestrated and committed the murders. both assailants are deceased, leaving 3 survivors, yn, sunghoon, and jay who are now in police custody for questioning and medical aid.

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[changingplumbob]

Day Twenty - Chloe Group 1/2

Waken up everyone! Time for another day in the villa. And not just any day, the final day as a group before we have the whole cast challenge, final dates, and the first commencement ceremony (elimination sounds harsh when I love them). As normal coins were flipped for if teeth were brushed and wheels were spun for which type of shower contestants would have.

Room orders were randomised as some are closer to the dining room than others, but after showers breakfast was served! After being instructed to eat full autonomy took control of our group members and Deanna. Room doors were locked (you know what sims are like with computers) and Deanna complimented each sim in the order they sat down to eat to prompt conversation.

Lara made it to breakfast quite a bit before anyone else, and took the opportunity to chat with Deanna alone. Once Elise and the others started filing in though Lara turned her attention to her fellow competitors while Deanna greeted everyone. Unortunately it appeared that Hana woke up angry thanks to her hot headedness. While she didn't shout any forbidden words or do anything mean she did have a face like thunder. It's okay Hana, you don't need to be angry at Apolline doing the dishes.

Lara and Elise really hit their stride, talking about all of the great parties they had been to. Billie tried to distract Hana with art talk, but of course you can't talk of anything refined without Apolline giving her opinion. Billie was interested, Hana remained angry. In front of everyone Deanna flirted with Callie who was happy with the attention. Jealously settings were working because no one got annoyed.

Rather than leaving the villa the contestants head to the top floor where chairs have been set out in an odd configuration. Today Deanna and Devin are joined by their little sister Artemisia (Emisia to family, Emi to friends).

Devin: Since this show was brought to life around the idea of family having a say in challenges, we let Emisia choose one

Emi: *evil grin* Today you will be taking part in... a staring contest. First to blink loses. You will go in pairs, I will join the three winners for a semi final and then the last two standing will battle it out. Up for grabs, not that you should want it, is a solo date with Deanna. I say up for grabs because if I win overall no date for any of you! To bad? So sad. What are we waiting for?

Deanna: *sighs*

First match: Lara vs Apolline

Lara: *deep in thought* A staring competition. A staring competition? I better focus

Apolline: Unconventional, but I am quite confident about it. I've faced worse people than some lovestruck girls. They can't compare to staring a fashion mogul down from a hissy fit, for sure

Winner: Lara

Second match: Callie vs Billie

Callie: You know, I think I might have a shot at this one!

Billie: This is fine. I can stare down anybody! I once posed for a friend for a portrait and I tried to hold position for so long, I swear I forgot to blink for about five minutes!

Winner: Billie

Third match: Elise vs Hana

Elise: Heehee! What a riot! Alright, I'm game, bring it!

Hana: *scoffs* Oh I am determined to win this!

Winner: Hana

For the semi finals it was Lara vs Billie, a battle of the smiles. Then Hana vs Artemisia, a battle of the scowls. Our two finalists, Lara and Hana.

Lara seemed at ease settling in while Hana still had a head full of steam. In the end though, there could only be one winner. The match was won by Lara.

Apolline: ...A bit of mascara fell in my eye, alright? I bet that Lara was holding by a thread anyways

Callie: I can't believe I lost that one!

Elise: I should've known I'd get lost in beautiful eyes! That was totally cheating with distraction, right? Hana, It's a crime to be so good-looking!

Callie: Are you focusing Elise? Time is running out for getting solo dates

Apolline: Relax Callie

Callie: You can say that, you've had a solo date already!

Billie: Well, I thought I was an expert but obviously I have a thing or two to learn from Lara! And Hana obviously

Artemisia: I think all in all this was a very successful challenge

Billie: Really? Over all the groups no one went blind or anything?

Artemisia: *laughing* I wish someone had gone blind

Hana:*sighs* My bad. I thought my anger could carry me through to a win but I guess not. Sorry for not preventing the front runner from getting a date everyone, I tried

Lara: *smiles* hallelujah I won! I have to admit it's been hard seeing the others get close to Deanna and knowing any kind of lead I had could be gone. I'm going to put my best foot forward on this date and make the most of our time together

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[nartblartmallcop]

human swap AUs

some more pics and also ideas for each scenario under the cut

human Mud AU

Mud has spent the past 50 years of his life lying, cheating and weasling his way through a world that would instantly kill him if it found out who he truly was

this includes painting any visible skin, hiding injuries as soon as they appear, slinking through crowds as unnoticably as possible and, yes, disposing of rotlings who find out his secret

he really wishes the prophecy could've chosen anyone but him. he'd love to relax for once and just be. maybe even for eternity. not worrying about death sounds like such fun

he hasn't even had any visions of the end times or guidance from the angels like he always imagined he'd get when he was younger

enter Ken, a Rotling who sees Mud bleeding from a wound and quickly reveals himself to be embarassingly hard to dump in the ocean

and despite his expecations, Ken makes him an offer: to come work at his butcher shop. they could use a clever guy like him as an accountant

this is deeply baffling, but as Ken explains, he gets a free employee and Mud gets a safe space and an easier way to get rid of any witnesses

what Ken is mostly thinking is that if he tries to kill Mud now it could very well cause a chain reaction awakening whatever forces of fate lay dormant around him. going 50 years without setting it off is too good a record to waste on a creature that'll only live for like 30 more

so Mud eventually agrees, coming to live and work at the whale belly butcher shop (no crime association in this universe) and having a single person to confide in. they'll develop a brotherly bond eventually

the whole plot becomes a story about trying not to set off the prophecy. will it work? probably not lmao

ken is playing the long game in killing Mud sooner by offering him cigarettes at any given opportunity. Mud doesn't even mind, but by the time he'll die of lung cancer Ken will be so attached that he'd be sobbing about it. ironic <3

human Ken AU

Ken has never been one for hiding. or even particularly good at it, so most of his 40 years of life have been spent out in the open and fighting to survive

somewhere along the way he accidentally created a yeast golem, but really, this became his greatest gift

ken had been achingly lonely before breadhead' creation, so finally having somebody to confide in and to trust pretty much saved him from going completely insane

and breadhead also has a deep affection for Ken, mostly expressed in his readiness to crush anyone and everyone who dares to threaten the duo, and in the enthusiastic way he offered himself up as Ken's mobile knife holder

i dont have as many ideas for this AU tbh, it would largely just be an action fest. loads of fighting because Ken just can't hide who he is (shrek 2 reference)

human Breadhead AU

i like just calling him Bready in this AU :]

Bready is around 30 and has been doing relatively okay on his own, but that hardly mattered to Melancholy, the spoiled rotten Mafia Princess of the Smiling Dead (who are far more powerful and influential in this AU)

she found the human from the prophecy all on her own and she wants to be right there with him when he brings in the end times, however he plans on doing that

so she decides to keep him, almost in the way that one would keep a stray cat

but of course, nobody else can know about that. it's their little secret. So she fashions him a disguise in the form of a massive Bread Head. he's totally tall and strong enough to just look like an "underbaked" one

and while Mel does regularly give him delicious food and a soft bed, Bready hates it here and would love to leave. But the Smiling Dead have henchmen everywhere on the island. He couldn't go anywhere without being found out immediately. in a way it'd probably be worse than his human identity being found out

this AU would take on a more comedic tone while still keeping in mind how much Bready's autonomy is being ignored. definitely imagining him snapping in the middle of a fancy ball or smth

bonus: all four humans meeting each other

mud would be salty to hear how comparatively cushy a life mel and bready have, while ken would just get protective of everyone

[wild-champion]

She smiled sadly, a little of her royal mask slipping... though it was gone again quickly.

"Personally... I don't think I would mind your family returning. Sparkler has been a great friend to Link, when I could not be. And though I haven't had the opportunity to get to know you or the rest of your family as well, I see the way you've all defended each other, and helped us try to correct what's been done. But if it meant risking your safety again... no... I can't say I'd want you to return..."

Even once they regained control of the game, who was to say it would stay that way? While they could lock Lan and the rogue Sheikah away, there were others that couldn't be so easily dealt with. Impa, Purah... and whoever else might agree that something drastic must be done, simply because Sparkler existed in their vicinity. And that wasn't even taking into account the game's natural defenses having been triggered...

No, they had to leave. And while maybe they could meet again outside the game, it would be a while yet. After all, console games couldn't depend on a set schedule of down time.

She sighed a little as she read over his words.

"... I'm honestly not sure what they could want. But if Irene's journal is to be believed, the Collector, as she called it, is cunning and remorseless, motivated chiefly by their own amusement. Not exactly the most reassuring description... But Jay has said that if we decide not to strike a deal, the Collector can do nothing to truly harm us in retaliation. Which is why we're even considering this route at all. If the price is too great, we will focus our efforts on the next most viable option. Simple as that..."

Though was it truly so simple, with so many road blocks placed in their path...?

[adaonline]

spoilers below cut

This is going to be scatterbrained, though I've tried to put my thoughts together cohesively enough. Sorry in advance.

Rewatching chapter 1 and realizing that the two students who discovered the cold lockers are the first and last ones out respectively honestly shook me to my core. The same way my heart sank when I realized Mai predicted her own death in her interview

"I think she'll go running around upstairs, fall through the floor, and die like an idiot."

Chapter 5 was incredible, and proved just how much care and attention was put into this project. Every decision was made for a reason, one small change, one different survivor or one missed opportunity and chapter 5 can't happen. It's a car crash in slow motion. Everyone's actions, everyone's words, every time someone made the choice to reach out to one another or put someone else down culminated into creating the chapter 5 killer.

We still don't know what Yonekura's end goal is. What purpose the killing game serves, but I do have a idea.

I think Hasegawa Ken was the intended outcome.

I think Yonekura is studying the exact science of how to make a monster.

After finishing Tetro Pink I was left with a pit in my stomach, a sinking sense of dread and horror that I've only experienced interacting with one other piece of media, and that was House of Leaves - and if you've ever actually read that book, you'll know that is high fucking praise.

It's the sense of existential dread felt by Ken, the dawning horror for both him and ourselves as he becomes aware of the medium he's in. Sure, he may not have broken the fourth wall in the most literal sense, but he got a peek through the curtain and caught of glimpse of the grand plan.

And do you know what's all the more terrifying?

He saw something we couldn't.

It's the fact that he knew the names of future participants before the next game even began, despite there being no way for him to ever find that information. It's the fact that he knew his every move was being watched and he used his own universe's medium to trick us, the supposed all-seeing eyes behind the screen, and manipulated us exactly how he manipulated the other students. It's the fact that he's a game show contestant realizing he's in a game show, and deciding that if he's forced to be on camera, then at least he'll give the viewers an experience they'll never forget.

Hasegawa Ken is a character that will go down in Fangan history, no doubt, and his very existence as a self-aware character scares me to the core.