#and im in the alternative testing center for tests

[amethystsnow]

i must be one of the weirdest people to see on campus. like imagine this very visibly trans person with no sense of fashion and boobs that have suddenly changed size multiple times and when standing still is usually standing on one leg and when moving has a limp that gradually increases over time and when in class has a big-ass laptop but never looks at the laptop screen and instead is always looking at a tablet connected by usb and never talks in class but is very frequently talking to itself silently and gets incredibly anxious when it does talk to people such as when ordering food. and also takes the stereotype of bisexual sitting and exaggerates it. a lot. i dont know what i could possibly do to get weirder than all of this

[imjustexistingtbh]

im so freaking pissed with the disability resource center at my school JESUS CHRIST

[favefandomimagines]

Baby on Board (e.b)

Summary: you find out your pregnant with Buck’s baby and have no idea how to tell him or how he will react.

AN: IM BAAAAACK (one time thing) you can thank 911 for that because we all know i have a soft spot for Evan Buckley

It felt like the world became one big blur. Everything around you seemingly fell out of focus as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. A mixture of fear, nerves and excitement settled into your stomach.

In any other instant, you’d be ecstatic. If you were following your life plan correctly, you’d be married and have a steady job before getting pregnant.

But you weren’t following your life plan at all. You were in a steady relationship for a few years but you didn’t know if marriage was in the cards yet. You didn’t know how Buck felt about marriage. You definitely didn’t know how he was going to feel about a baby. How were you supposed to tell him?

You thought a baby would for sure ruin whatever plans Buck had. You were terrified of his reaction. You loved Buck more than anything and of course you wanted a family with him. But was it too soon?

In a wave of panic, you grabbed your purse and your keys and left the apartment. You had no idea where to go at first, all of your friends were Buck’s friends.

Eddie was always nice to you and you were closer to him than anyone else. You had hoped he wouldn’t be angry or upset that you were putting him in this situation but you needed advice.

The only reason you knew Eddie was home was because him and Buck were on alternating schedules. Eddie worked overnight and Buck worked during the day.

When Eddie opened the door, he was surprised to see you standing on his porch with tears in your eyes. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Eddie asked, grabbing hold of your hand entry and brought you inside.

“I need your help, actually. Well, more like advice.” You spoke. “What’s going on?” Eddie questioned. “I’m pregnant. Obviously it’s Buck’s but how am I supposed to tell him? We haven’t talked about kids yet, hell we haven’t even talked about marriage that much. I just, I don’t know what to do.” You explained, the tears falling.

Eddie took you in his arms and hugged you tightly, mainly just to calm you down. “First, take some breaths. You’re going to be okay. Second, I think Buck is going to be ecstatic.” He said. “But what if-“ you started before Eddie cut you off. “No buts. Sure it’s not the most conventional way to have a baby, but I hear how Buck talks about you. He talks about like you’re the center of the universe. Technically, you are, at least to him,” Eddie started.

“Buck loves you. There is nothing that would make him not love you. And he was born to be a dad and you’re going to give him that.” He finished. You sniffled and wiped the tears from your face.

“What if you’re wrong?” You whispered. “Hey, you came here for a reason. You know I’m not wrong.” He said. “How did Shannon tell you? If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked. “She knew I was enlisting. So she just said it, didn’t want to wait any longer. Especially if I didn’t make it home.” He answered.

You nodded your head slightly and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m scared.” You said. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You can do this.” Eddie said.

You thanked him again, very grateful you went to him other than someone else. Now all you had to do was wait.

—

Buck was due to be home any minute and you just finished making him his favorite breakfast; waffles, bacon, eggs sunny side up. He’d know something was up because the last time you made him that breakfast was when you told him you loved him for the first time.

“Honey, I’m home.” He teased, entering the home. “Hey, how was your shift?” You asked. “Good, just run of the mill stuff. What’s with the breakfast?” Buck asked.

You were quiet for a moment, that being enough for Buck to see something was up. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” He asked, approaching you. “I need to tell you something. Something really important.” You said.

“Okay. You’re kind of freaking me out though.” Buck replied with a small laugh.

“I’m pregnant, Buck.” You finally said. At first, the room was quiet and you feared the worst. 

The voice in the back of your head said he was going to run out the door and you’ll never see him again. 

“You’re pregnant?” He questioned. “I’m sorry.” You said. “No, no, why are you sorry? Don’t be sorry, not for this.” Buck said. You looked up at him and saw the way his eyes lit up and the smile on his face. “You aren’t mad?” You questioned. 

“Of course I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you.” Buck said, taking your hand. “I-I know this isn’t the best way for us to start a family but-“ You started. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He interrupted, pulling you into an embrace.

Buck held you for a moment, feeling like everything was falling into place for him. For so long he felt like he was at a standstill. That there was no real progress happening in his life.

But now, he was going to be a dad.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He said sweetly to you. “I love you too.” You replied. Buck leaned in and kissed you sweetly before pulling you into his arms.

“Does anyone else know?” Buck asked. “I-I panicked when I found out and I didn’t know how you’d react so I went to Eddie. So only him.” You said.

Buck smiled widely at you, holding you close. “We’re having a baby.” He said. “Yeah, we’re having a baby.” You replied.

The rest of the night, all Buck could talk about was baby names, if it was going to be a boy or a girl, buying a house. Everything was all falling into place for the both of you.

[deadvnstudios]

hellooooo fools paradise team:3c i am STILL stuck on the valentines day post LOL & so im curious: what would the romanceables valentines day plans with the MC be? or similarly/alternatively what would their ideal date be in general? 

“Darling, it’s already nine! While I adore your resting face, I’d prefer to be the very first thing your bright eyes happen upon this special morning.”

Ever the romantic, Mona takes Valentine’s to its extreme. Before you’ve even awoken, she’s already matched your outfits for the day, intent for there to be splashes of pink, white, and red adorning you both from head to toe. Breakfast in bed is a must, and though you fear for your tastebuds - she follows the recipe. Flowers, chocolates, cards, gifts - anything you can imagine awaits you once you finally rise from your cell of slumber. After all, this is your perfect day and Mona’s already planned dinner and a murder party for you to solve together as you dine. In the evening, after you’ve had your fill, you’ll attend a couple’s painting class. Though she could instruct herself, she follows protocol, delighting in the shared drinks you two split and the paint spills you mark each other with.

“Oh…this? I painted it because it’s your favorite animal…right?”

Starting with a nice long walk around the park with his partner is an ideal start for Noel. Valentine’s isn’t about grand gestures, or trying to outdo one another. It’s about remembering the pleasure of each other’s comfort that tethered you two to begin with. However, something handmade from him to you isn’t off the table. The day will pass without hurry, the two of you spending hours at a local craft cafe, sampling treats and putting together trinkets for one another. When your crafts come to a close, you’ll pack up and pick-up some takeout that you’ll share while cuddling on the couch back home.

“Holy shit…my retinas are burning just looking at it. It’s perfect.”

Valentine’s, being a commercial holiday, is nothing more than an obvious capitalist scheme to Mary. So, why not indulge in the shopping fever to win over each other’s favor? Mary corrals you into an hour long shopping spree to start, the two of you picking out gifts secretly to surprise each other with later in the evening. Along the way, she’ll demand a fashion show…or a few, the two of you parading down the aisles in glitzy and gaudy outfits meant to shock any who pass your path. When the two of you are eventually kicked out, the two of you will rush home to find that Mary has planned an indoor picnic just for you. The rest of the night passes quickly as you feed each other treats, and take turns thinking about what kind of future you’d like to build together.

“Woah…almost feels like they based that riddle on us! Isn’t that strange?”

Vein + Valentine’s = flirtatious fun! There’s no better way to prove the strength of your relationship than putting it to the test in an Escape Room challenge Vein booked for the two of you. Expecting the space cowboy theme to come to a natural conclusion, you’re surprised that some of the clues needed to find the final prize involve riddles centered around your relationship and inside jokes. Though you press Vein, her lips are sealed. That is, until you find the final prize: a commissioned portrait of the two of you in your favorite game. To celebrate your victory thereafter, Vein takes you to her favorite local pizza joint. After all, you’ll need the energy for the arcade tonight. It’ll be an all out race to see who can win the grandest prize for the other.

“C’mon, sway with me.”

Valentine’s is guaranteed to be a late start for the two of you - and quite honestly you’d be lucky if Tempest opened his eyes before noon. But whenever he should manage to rise and conquer the day, Tempest is determined take you to a concert of your favorite artist that night. But if the date line-up isn’t in the cards, you can be damn sure he aims to surprise you good with the tickets at the dinner table. The dinner itself is relaxed, dim lit with a band in the back where you two can shoot the can. But when you’ve both had enough, you’ll stroll around the city, touring your favorite haunts, ending up at a pub at the end of the night, tipsy dancing to the songs playing through the speaker as you play pool and darts.

“Must we leave our sheets with such haste? I am but the moon, unready to separate from the sun who warms it.”

The virtues of Valentine’s are not lost on Sorin, nor the reason the holiday itself was created. But Sorin doesn’t yield to the standard expectations of the consumerism. There isn’t any need for showiness, time spent in your company is satisfying enough. The day will be spent indoor with activities Sorin has already prepared for the two of you. Cooking together, dancing to your shared songs, and cracking open a candle painting kit are just snippets of all they have planned for the two of you. The night ends, however, with the most elaborate surprise of all — a scavenger hunt, You search the halls of your hall, following the train of notes left by your love. When you finally reach the end, you happen upon a box filled to the brim with poems and other writings Sorin has penned to you.

[orchiddevourer]

Sharing some thoughts abt a main character from a game from 2016 *spoiler warning*

Ok so probably a lot of things have been already said about this game. Personally im very doubtful of the theory that the Huddle is controlling the boy because its debunked with the alt ending revealing that the boy seems to be controlled by a computer AKA us?

With that out of the way i just wanted to make this post to share my thoughts about the protagonist himself and his VERY contradictory nature.

Who is the boy and what is his role?

"Hunted and alone, a boy finds himself drawn into the center of a dark project." - from the game's steam page

If we go by the theory that he is part of some grand experiment to test the Huddle's capabalities then it doesnt make sense that he is hunted and chased down by the masked men. Why not just let him go do his business? Anyways with or without of the inclusion of the boy into the this dark project, judging by the diorama of the blob its "escape" from its confinement was planned. Maybe the kid just happened to be in the middle of the way by pure chance? Or he was programmed to head into the facility. OR is he a part of some sort resistance against the higher-ups?

Maybe he himself is a seperate project all together from the Huddle project. We could say that he IS programmed to head into the facility bc he always heads in one way and one way only towards the facility. But if he really is some boy looking for shelter than it also makes sense that he keeps heading in that way since from what've seen there aren't really any other hospitable places he could head to without being caught or him dying.

Either way, what's obvious is that the boy is some outsider or an anomaly if we go by the aggression of the dogs and the masked guards towards him. The dogs specifically are clearly trained to go after outsiders if they can sniff him out from the line of drones the kid had found himself in.

Now that im done speculating on his identity, i think its time to move on what exactly he is.

What is the boy?

From first glance its obvious the he is human. He reacts and acts like a person/kid would. He cant survive long falls, if he hits the ground too hard, its over. But why am i pointing this out? There's nothing unusual, right? The alternate ending, however, shows that that is not the case. Here is where his nature starts to really get contradictory in that he is it's revealed that he was a drone too all along. But something's not quite right.

From what we've been shown in the game the mind-controlled people (lets call them serfs) do not have a will of their own, they are empty shells to be used for labor. They are either artificial or normal humans turned into worker drones. Whats also known is that they are capable of survivng long falls and injuries.

Throughout the game the kid runs, swims and jumps without ever taking any brakes except for one occasion at the end of the shockwave sequence where he takes the elevator down. As he goes down, the elevator is hit with several shockwave blasts that manage to unhinge it from its railing, making it go down fast with it and the boy ending up in a deep pool of water. To escape the boy has to force open the elevator's door underwater and make it up to an opened hatch nearby. Right as he climbs up we can clearly see that the kid is exhausted, holding a hand up to his chest. If dont let him take a break and immeadiatly set on then he will move and climb in a lethargic way for a few seconds. Idk if im overthinking this scene too much or not. Its obvious that he has experinced distress and exhaustion. What im trying to point out is:

He behaves like a normal human while in action, but once you pull the plug he slumps over like a serf, shuts off like a robot. That's not normal behaviour you'd expect from a serf from what we've been shown.

Also let's not forget to mention the spheres scattered throughout the game.

Some might think that these spheres serve as a large antenae to help control the boy, but when all of them are shut off he seems to be doing... fine? Them being shut off also seems to turn off the activity of nearby mindhats and control of serfs in the surrounding area.

Once you pull the main plug twice at the end of the room, everything shuts off. There is a mindhat with all these cables connected to it in the middle back of the room. It jerks when the boy jumps, so he is clearly connected to it. This mindhat is titled "Master Mind", so it's function is either to only shut off the boy's activity OR shut off all serf activity in general.

Also the location of the final orb contradicts the idea of this being a part of a resistance since its located in such an obvious spot. If someone were to follow the yellow wire up the wire, they would easily find it. or maybe im just overthinking it yet again, the lightning isnt very good there. food for thought tho

So in conclusion, the boy seems to be some different type of remote body that is convincing enough to be considered human. Maybe the way he functions is by certain points of his brain being stimulated or blocked by something somehow to make him act like a normal human. Maybe he's a less developed or a more advanced altered human in terms of the modification thats done for one to be turned into a drone ? Him having free will is under question, but its more likely he doesnt have free will at all. Idk, but if in this game a pool of water can be moved onto the ceiling and theres people who cant drown than maybe this is also could be possible.

[writtenbysierra]

WRITTENBYSIERRA ⤷ A WRITEBLR INTRO

i refuse to harbor hate in any form. i am not my father. my experiences do not define me;

about me;

im sierra, 17, they/she! im an avid poet, author, and aspiring journalist!

my favorite subject is biology, my favorite trope is enemies to lovers, or mjd!

my favorite books include crime and punishment, the book thief, and a separate peace

im an avid bsd, kuroshitsuji, kot, fop, and a lull in the sea anime fan

wips;

puppeteer's symphony

wip page (coming soon) | genres: thriller, mystery, fantasy, action

In a world where selected families wield extraordinary abilities and instill fear in the hearts of many, Virion Aurelius grows up in the shadows of his lineage. Despite the power and stature of his family, Virion is approached at the tender age of 16 by an undercover assassination company seeking his unique skills. Later, a failed assassination attempt at the age of 21 introduces him to Ellion Atlan, a mysterious figure associated with the Armada Syndicate, a rival company of his previous. Within the dark world of the syndicate, Virion rises through the ranks, becoming a key executive under the leadership of Kieran Atlar. It is during his rise that he encounters Sylvaris Vale, a boy whose destiny becomes linked with the fate of the Armada Syndicate. Virion and Ellion form an unlikely alliance, forming the detective duo known as "Shadow Pair." Tasked with undercover missions, they dive deeply into schemes and deception. this unveils a complex relationship fraught with history and shared moments. What happens when Virion’s departure of the Armada Syndicate causes a ripple in time? Virion makes the gut-wrenching decision to sever ties with the syndicate, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and betrayal in his wake.

Ellion Atlan ascends through the syndicate's ranks due to his unparalleled combat skills. His partnership with Virion in the formation of the Shadow Pair defines an era, revealing layers of their intricate past. Ellion's leadership within the organization is put to the test as the specter of Virion's departure continues to cast shadows over their tumultuous world. As Virion departs, Ellion forges new alliances, particularly with Velan Theron, another formidable executive. The duo navigates conflicts within the Armada Syndicate, especially those involving the Golden Ardor. The ongoing conflicts with the Golden Ardor unravel a tale of power, loyalty, and betrayal, leaving Ellion Atlan at the center of a storm that threatens to shatter the fragile balance within the Armada Syndicate. "Shadows of the Syndicate" explores the intricate dance between light and darkness, loyalty and betrayal, as the fates of Virion and Ellion intertwine in a web of secrets, power struggles, and unforeseen consequences.

fates perdition;

wip page (coming soon) | genres: thriller, mystery, fantasy

In the hallowed halls of an ancient university library, two philosophy graduate students, Cerys and Alistair, unwittingly unearth an occult manuscript that promises forbidden knowledge. Penned by the mysterious Dr. Casimir, the manuscript recounts the chilling tale of an underground realm of shadows where forces lurk beyond the mortal world. Driven by intellectual curiosity, Cerys and Alistair delve into the text, accidentally triggering an ancient entity, one that has been dormant for centuries. A dark force stirs to life, weaving its sinister self around them, casting shadows in every corner. Simultaneously, in an alternate timeline, the brilliant philosopher, Dr. Casimir, disappears under mysterious circumstances during an elaborate ritual. Drawn into this ominous mystery, Cerys and Alistair seek the aid of their four friends—Everette, Amoris, Arlo, and Siran. As members of a secret society dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of life and death, they explore ancient manuscripts and conduct forbidden rituals, unwittingly opening a portal to the very realm that shadows them.

Death itself seems to watch their every move, and the group becomes entangled in a web of cryptic clues, philosophical debates, and supernatural occurrences. The pursuit of forbidden knowledge unravels a tapestry of life, death, and the blurred lines of morality. As they confront the consequences of their actions, the group stands at the crossroads of fate, where choices defy destiny, and the boundaries between the tangible and the supernatural blur. In a climactic confrontation with the dark force and the revelation of Dr. Casimir's fate, the group must decide whether to close the portal or embrace the unknown. Their choices become the deciding force on which their destinies are woven, shaping the fabric of their existence and unraveling the mysteries that lie within the labyrinth of shadows. "Fates Perdition" is a dark academia thriller infused with philosophical depth, supernatural intrigue, and a touch of forbidden romance—a tale where the pursuit of truth comes at the cost of confronting the darkness within.

reverie in the verdient veil

wip page (coming soon) | genres: fantasy, action, adventure

As Aedris Montclair grapples with the mysterious disappearance of his parents, the impending TaiSol festival casts a shadow over his newly inherited responsibilities. In the absence of the King and Queen, the vibrant pulse of Norec Verdiania seems to waver, threatening the very heart of the kingdom's unity. Aedris, determined to honor his parents' legacy, embarks on a journey of self-discovery and leadership, forging bonds with allies who will become pillars of support in the turbulent times ahead. As whispers of a distant kingdom's aggression echo across the eastern winds, Aedris faces a daunting challenge. he ventures into the complexities of diplomacy, uncovering a web of political intrigue that extends far beyond the verdant veil of Norec. Each encounter, be it with allies or adversaries, shapes Aedris' understanding of the delicate balance required to rule a kingdom.

my socials;

discord: sierra.b instagrams: creative (graphic design and visual poetry)- creativebysierra writing (fiction)- writtenbysierra writing (other)- sierrasanthology literary magazine- tonesofcitrus twitter/x: ssillysierra

[aritamargarita]

Hi, I'm the anon who asked for a hc or sneak peek. Anything is okay im desperate for your writing

hi anonnnn🤭

of course i can share a few things with you! maybe just a little. Like a little crumb. Here’s some things that I’ve been cooking

Attitude

“I want you to attend the service.” Hunter says. “I want you to be the bridesmaid. Hell, you can even be the best man. I don’t care. I just want you to show up.”

“I don’t know about that. You know I don’t like Stephanie and she doesn’t like me. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear!” You exclaim. “This is so sudden.”

“You don’t have to worry about what to wear.” He says. “Well, actually, you do. Steph’s really picky about that.”

Like you give a shit! You’ll wear what you want. You won’t be “traditional” either, because this time, you’ll be wearing a tuxedo. And they better not request for you to make any drastic alternations to it.

You’ve already had that issue when it came to your referee outfit at Invasion. It was really annoying.

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Solitude

What was even more of a shocker was that he told you that you were assigned to NXT for a week. Those days would determine if you were moving up to the main roster or sent back to the center for training.

It’s a bit stressing. But you know you have to put your best foot forward and do this. This was your only chance and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Maybe it’s not that hard. You were only an indie superstar at first, only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. At the time, you couldn’t even imagine being on WWE….which was broadcasted on national television!

To you, NXT seemed to be something on the smaller scale. You were comfortable and you felt steady.

All of the people who were still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated. You won’t see them anymore unless they come up there themselves.

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Golden

You shuffle a bit closer to Chyna to ask her; “How is everyone chewing something but me?! Do you have candy or something?”

She turns her head over to you. “Gum. Just reach in my back pocket and get it.”

You’re already reaching into her pocket and pulling out the pack. You figured it didn’t really matter since the cameras were the mostly focused on Shawn and Hunter, the former now with the mic.

“Thanks….Chy,” It was almost like you were testing the nickname out, but if she didn’t like it, you’d simply say that it must’ve been too loud for her to hear the rest of her name.

She doesn’t seem to care, which is definitely a step forward in your opinion. You silently pump your fist, perhaps you could get away with calling her other nicknames too.

[chelzone]

Hallowed Discharge: Dev Progress (01/16/23)

tackled the map last night, setting up the locations present in the mall that the player can visit. there's 4 small stores on the first floor and 4 more on the second floor. there's a food court on the first floor, as well as a grocery-adjacent store. a clothing department is split between the first and second floors.

tested the auto-mapping feature a lot lot lot to make sure everything lines up nicely. wanted any overlapping between floors to be of the same shapes and sizes so the map doesnt look confusing / ugly to the player. also map labels are very very minimal for both readability and clean design. there will still be a room name present under the map tho

set up parts of the basement levels. basically stairwell access, long hallways, the center that links everything, a room full of generators, and a room for the waterworkz.

right now everything is easily connected and traversable in the map just for testing purposes. when i start adding in NPCs, objects, and whatever event stuffs im gonna start blocking off certain paths. either you'll have to find an alternate route OR find an item to safely cross the path (whether horizontally or vertically)

gameplay stuffs is gonna be focused on finding ways to exorcise the spirits from each individual store / hall, instead of the original 'just focus on 8 major locations' plan. feel like this will help make the game more exciting, extend the play length, prevent possible softlocking, and give reason to FULLY explore the mall. also will make coding stuff less of a pain in the ass for ME

still need to add more parts to the basement in general. need to set up alternate paths for the other floors since the mall IS still gonna be in a decrepit state

idk what else to say rn

[oleanderblume]

WARNING IM GONNA POST A DIAGRAM OF GENETALS.

So...I designed a Packer.

This is ENTIRELY EXPERIMENTAL I have no idea if this actually works because I've not tried to make anything out of it. It's 100% theoretical.

But anyways, here's the basic concept of my dumb penis idea.

It's a all in one Packer that's supposed to be for folks without bottom surgery in really any form or fashion. Bottom surgery is expensive so a vast majority of ftm and transmasc folks don't have access to that sort of thing. But we like having dicks obvi.

Themain issue I see with almost *every* Packer, is that they 1. Leak and 2. Are too complicated to use for sexy times.

The 3rd thing is specifically about the dysphoria of not being able to y know, cum...when you come. Often times you gotta do a bit of extra stuff that can interrupt the moment especially if you haven't charged your dick or refilled those tiny reservoirs with lube.

Most packers involve shoving rods in them, lube in them, changing out your STP for a pack and play, so on and so forth. It would be phenomenal to not have to do that, right?

So my design is supposed to fix all these problems. Inside the testes and lower half of the shaft is a reservoir full of theoretically a light and easily movable substance. My go to options are oil (because it's lighter than water and still relatively dense) and Oobleck. (Yeah, you know, the mix of cornstarch and water that solidifies with pressure).

Whichever it is, it sits in a small, wide chamber in the balls that, when pressed, shoots into a second, more narrow chamber in the shaft of the penis. And these chambers are sealed with a flexible magnetic strip that can be opened by squeezing the base of the shaft. (Like when you squeeze the ends of two rubber strips together toward the center and it opens like a mouth.) Ideally, it would be simple, discrete, and relatively quick.

Underneath this valve system is a layer of gel that holds the testes, to maintain the shape and feel of balls even while erect. And UNDERNEATH THAT is a tube that runs along the base of the balls (anatomically where an AMAB person's testicular seam would be naturally) and that tube runs from the tip of the glans all the way to the anchor.

Which I what I'm gonna talk about next.

So, one of the most annoying things about packers is that you gotta hold that shit in and up to your junk to keep from leaking, no matter how much a "seal" it has, it's rarely enough. Realmagick has themost form fitting packer out there on the market, but it still doesn't do the best of jobs if you're not actively holding your balls while peeing.

My design amends this issue by having a whole ass insert that functions similarly to a tampon, but does much more. For now it's called the vaginal anchor, but I'm just gonna say anchor for short.

So what does it do? Well...

1. Creates a full seal to prevent leakage.

2. Provides extra support for holding the packerin place

3. Provides simultaneous ejaculation with climax during intercourse

4. Provides extra sensory stimulation during penetrative intercourse

How does it work? Really fucking simple actually. It's nothing more than a silicone suction tube. A small bulb sits at the base of the testicles (this is the *actual* anchor) the bulb itself is hollow and connected to the tube that runs along the base of the whole system. When the penis tip is placed in a cup of lube and the bulb is squeezed, the lube is sucked through and into the bulb. (Alternatively a syringe in combination with the squeeze does the trick too)

While the Packer is on and the bulb is inserted, if one is doing sexy stuff, the bulb presses into the gspot, and when one reaches climax and the pelvic floor naturally contracts, the pressure pushes out the lube, thus creating a realistic and simultaneous ejaculation.

And cleaning the inside is just as easy and refilling. Just soapywater and a similar few squeezes with flush out anything inside.

When not doing sexy stuff, the bulb is supposed to be barely even noticeable, made of soft medical grade silicone.

Cleaning is meant to be as easy as a couple extra steps in the shower~

I haven't quite come up with how to make it attachable in such a way where it involves very little yet, but my ideas are the following.

Adhesives: of course, the front part of the Packer can easily be designed to attach with Adhesives, but ideally I want to make it so it can be worn for extensive periods of time and not potentially cause irritation. Adhesive is definitely going to be a primary option.

Piercings: so, this one is *iffy* because the rate of rejection for piercings and the lack of education I have on them. The idea I have though, is that the wearer could have 2 deep set bar piercings and the silicone Packer will have corresponding openings (its silicone so it's stretchy to a degree) the balls of the piercing (provided the bar is long enough to have some separation from the skin I imagine) are simply poked through the silicone and functionally hold the tab in place.

If piercings are the way one goes, the seam of the Packer that runs around the outer labia can also have optional piercings to connect to, and theoretically the weight is distributed evenly across the anchor and these piercings and also provide physical sensation in correspondence to that weight.

Anyways. I've been thinking about this for days and I'm going on vacation soon so I'll fuck with the idea when I'm off the road. Ftm and trans masc people I would like your opinions on this. If it's something you'd like to have exist, then I'll try and get manufacturers on the idea. That or just sell the design to custom creators for manufacturing(?)

I for one don't really have dysphoria about a vajeen or things being in it. And having a realistic peen definitely outweighs what dysphoria I *do* have over it. Plus like, some people are gay???? All the packers I see are very heterosexual focused and I don't really understand why this concept hasn't been applied previously (if it has I don't knowwhos doing it lol)

So like, if no one is down I still wanna make this shit for me lol.

[huebris808]

Dr. Hofnarr’s Horrible, No-Good, Very Weird 15 Years Of Being Dead.

a tribute to fanon interpretations/character study(?) that was going to be a bonus chapter in a post-canon/au comedy fic im working on! might come back to expand on this when i do start posting it (or if mpn gives him more background story lore that i’ll have to work with aoAHGHOAUGH)

happy madness day! :o)

“Where should I begin… Perhaps at the very beginning? OH! Christoff and I first met years before our Nexus days! Back in our freshman years of college, to be precise! You know, I was actually a theater major before switching to- ... A-Aah, too far back. Much too far... Let’s start from the point where the notes I supplied to you ended then, shall we? After our dissension...”

.. “Good luck, old friend...” ..

The first years on the run from Nexus was stressful to say the least. Hofnarr and Christoff had split up to better their chances of survival. He knew the process would be grueling, having talked to Christoff almost every night about it to calm his nerves. While he played calm for the cameras, Hofnarr truly wished he could have held him close one last time. No communications. No physical contact. Day after day, month after month, nothing. He would be separated from his husband for a very long time…

It wasn’t all bad after a while. He had a comfortable new apartment, went under a new alias, and his questionable new job paid him enough to buy food. His apartment even had cable! He could watch marathons of Slaughter Time whenever he got home! In hindsight, he wondered if that had an effect on his mental state at the time...

Hofnarr had taken the last of his S3LF regulator with him, having shipped them out to an undisclosed location prior to dissension. Dissonance exposure did a number on him and his research team, leaving them to track their “normality” through daily blood tests and injections. While they met their fates early on, Hofnarr had gotten lucky. That is, until the doses began to run out.

Stressful as it was, he knew what he had to do. Hofnarr rushed back to what remained of the labs, knowing it had been abandoned by now. It was ironic, he and Christoff’s work, the work that was turned against them, was the one thing keeping him alive. For days, he worked to make more doses from the materials he brought with him. But there was only so much he could do with limited supplies… Hofnarr made many attempts to prolong the inevitable, lowering his dosage amount, injecting it weekly rather than daily, but he eventually ran dry. 

Refusing to turn to darker alternatives, he felt the only thing he could do at this point is record his final findings through video logs.

“It was… interesting revisiting the footage, to put it nicely. Christoff had actually kept the video files on a drive after he originally found all my things in the lab! I barely remembered what happened back then, so I rewatched them out of curiosity.”

On the first night, Hofnarr recorded a message for Christoff. One filled with sorrow, but also with gratitude. For the time that they spent together. How special he made him feel. All the memories they made together...

On the next, he recorded a log detailing his findings during Project Nexus. The effects of dissonance, the Other Place, what it did to him and his colleagues, everything and anything he could.

The next, he reported on the progression of his symptoms. Fever, brain fog, insomnia, joint pain. He felt like his organs were melting, his skin bursting at the seams.

The next night he saw something and remembered. Scars. The scars on his head. That week he was in the staff hospital. He thought it was a dream but the scars were there. Phobos. Director Phobos brought him somewhere that week. He knew he felt off when he woke up in the office that night. He knew something was off when Christoff asked him where he was. He thought he passed out from over-working. That bastard Phobos. Nausea was replaced with rage as he began to scream, his throat becoming raw. What did he put in him? What the hell did he put inside him!?

On the last recorded log, he was face-down on the ground. Groaning as his body occasionally convulsed. Until the video feed eventually cut off.

His body would lay there dormant, dead, for fifteen years. 

But to Hofnarr, he felt like he was dreaming.

.. “LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR OUR NEXT CONTESTANT!” ..

“Huh?” The doctor sat up and looked around, the area around him pitch black. Wasn’t he sleeping just a moment ago? He got up and took a step forward in the seemingly endless void. “H-Hello? Who’s out there?”

“AWW, DON’T BE SHY NOW! ESTEEMED AUDIENCE, A BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR GUEST; THE UNFORTUNATE DOCTOR HOFNARR!”

A light shined down on him from above. A crowd seemingly began to cheer all around him. He was in the center of what looked like a talk show set. Hofnarr awkwardly scratched the corner of his face. “‘Unfortunate’? W-What do you mean? W-Who are you?”

“FIGHT FIRST, ASK QUESTIONS LATER!” The voice above him called out again. “AFTER ALL, IT’S…!” Hofnarr drowned out the noise while trying to think. It sounded familiar. Like it came from…

Hofnarr’s thoughts were cut short. He looked down at his torso. Terror set in as he recognized an entire stop sign had been lodged through his chest.

“DON’T GET COLD FEET NOW! THE SHOW’S ONLY JUST BEGUN!” 

The words echoed in Hofnarr’s mind as he frantically tried to pull it out, his vision growing muddled, his hands slipping with blood until…

He blinked.

No stage. No sound. No pain.

Nothing around except for a single white door in front of him.

He stood up again, cautiously reaching for the doorknob.

When he entered he seemed to be in a vintage styled home. It was a kitchen with checkerboard flooring, a table with two chairs, and cheerful music playing through a small radio. It smelled of pastry and medical equipment. Suddenly, there was a knock coming from the door. A familiar voice called from behind it.

“I’m home, dear.” “J-Jeb?!”

Hofnarr rushed towards the front door. Christoff wasn’t trapped here too, was he? “Jeb! W-where are we!? What is this place? What happened to-”

As he opened the door, the clapping returned.

His husband was there, briefcase in hand, his face replaced with a black hole dripping with an unknown inky substance.

He slowly began to back away as “Jeb” moved closer.

The applause, the laughter, was deafening.

Before he could question or run away, Hofnarr was hit by something. His vision blurred, but refocused to be face-to-face with something. It seemed to be a shadow of himself. He tried to run again, but was pinned down by his doppelganger. The clone raised a clawed hand above him and then...

Like waking from a nightmare, Hofnarr quickly sat up once again. He gasped for air, dripping with cold sweat.

Was this really happening? Was it finally over? Was he free?

And then the spotlight focused on him again.

“It… got very surreal. Despite fight after fight, death after painful death... I would suddenly be somewhere else! There was a gameshow, our old apartment, a cat cafe, a... strip club of sorts, a tea room filled with these small armless doodles I used to draw on my research notes trying to offer me snacks… One time there was a sort of singing contest, but I won’t bore you with the details of that one. But when I wasn’t in those places, I felt like I was fighting for my life. It felt like an eternity! And the strangest part of it all? It… it became addicting.”

At first, he felt as if Hofnarr used all of his energy, physical and emotional, to fight back. It reminded him too much of his escape from Nexus. But as time went on, he focused less on escaping and more on surviving. The more he fought, the more he began to lose himself. He was anticipating what sudden whiplash of combat would be thrown at him next. He chuckled at the thought of what excitement would be heading his way. He wanted more. The fights became too slow. Too predictable. Too boring. He began toying with whatever was thrown at him. Turning his shadowy hunters into the hunted. Why let his audience watch the same old fights all the time?

Suddenly, the fighting stopped.

Why? 

He was having fun, wasn’t he? He grew impatient.

“WHAT’S THE HOLD UP!” He yelled into the void, seething with anger. “AREN’T WE SUPPOSED TO BE FIGHTING? ISN’T THAT WHAT I’M HERE FOR?!”

He stomped his foot down, lodging something out of the ground.

The stop sign.

He looked over it curiously. How familiar…

Grabbing hold of it, quick flashes of memories appeared to him.

Nexus, the Science Tower, Phobos, the Other Place… 

A man with long hair standing next to...

Hofnarr… 

Who was that? Was that him?

No…

Only Tricky remained.

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls of the abandoned lab. Heels quickly clicking, cautiously stopping every so often. A lone Nexus Core agent entered through one of the doors.

Perfect timing.

“HAY! YOU THERE!!” A voice stuttered and glitched out, reverberating through the emptiness of the lab. The quickly soldier whipped their head around. “YEAH! YOU, STUPID. PLAY WITH ME!!”

“Who’s there?” The agent pointed their magnum towards the noise. “Show yourself!”

Gladly. The cackling figure emerged from the shadows, posing with a peace-sign, causing the agent to recoil. He grinned, slowly moving towards the cowering goon on the ground. They wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Who are you!?”

They couldn’t kill him.

“FIGHT FIRST. ASK QUESTIONS LATER! AFTER ALL…” 

CAN’T KILL CLOWN.

“IT’S MURDER TIME!”

..

“My body had been there, regenerating and repeating the enmeshment process for years. And by the time I woke up, I was a completely different person. I became a creature of unfiltered impulse… A personification of chaos itself.”

The room grew silent before Hofnarr spoke up again.

“I-Is it horrible to say it was… kind of cool?” He said with a nervous chuckle, twiddling his fingers.

2BDamned was quiet for a moment. They recalled the many times they had to stitch their comrades back together due to Clown Moments. They placed their head in their palms and let out a sigh.

“... You have the right to your own opinion.”

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BONUS: songs i was listening to on loop while working on this instead of doing my damned writing assignment. Enjoy

lady gaga ft. dorian electra - replay

vestik - tricky's vengeance ft. monocronic

[fatehbaz]

Imagining futures; escaping hell; controlling time; living in better worlds.

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What we see happening in Ferguson and other cities is not the creation of liveable spaces, but the creation of living hells. When a person is trapped in a cycle of debt, it also can affect their subjectivity and temporal orientation to the world by making it difficult for them to imagine and plan for the future. What psychic toll does this have on residents? How does it feel to be routinely degraded and exploited [...]? [M]unicipalities [...] make it impossible for residents to actually feel at home in the place where they live, walk, work, love, and chill. In this sense, policing is not about crime control or public safety, but about the regulation of people’s lives -- their movements and modes of being in the world.

[Source: Jackie Wang. Carceral Capitalism. 2018.]

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Pacific texts do not only destabilize inadequate presents. They also transfigure the past by participating in widespread strategies of contesting linear and teleological Western time, whether through Indigenous ontologies of cyclical temporality or postcolonial inhabitations of heterogenous time. [...] Pacific temporality [can be] a layering of oral and somatic memory in which both present injustices and a longue duree of pasts-cum-impossible futures still adhere. In doing so, [jetnil-Kijiner’s book] Iep Jaltok does not defer an apocalyptic future. Instead it asserts the possibility, indeed the past guarantee, of Pacific worlds in spite of Western temporal closures. [...] In the context of US settler colonialism, Jessica Hurley has noted “the ongoing power of a white-defined realism to distinguish possible from impossible actions” [...]. In other words, certain aspects of Indigenous life under settler colonialism fall under the purview of what colonizing powers define as the (im)possible. [...] Greg Fry, writing of Australian representations of the Pacific in the 1990s, notes that the Pacific was regarded as facing “an approaching ‘doomsday’ or ‘nightmare’ unless Pacific Islanders remake themselves”. From the center-periphery model [...], only a Malthusian “future nightmare [...]” for Pacific islands seemed possible. [...] Bikini Island, where the first of 67 US nuclear tests took place from 1946 to 1958, was chosen largely because of its remoteness [...]; nuclear, economic, and demographic priorities thus rendered islanders’ lives “ungrievable” [...]. The [...] sentiment was perhaps most famously demonstrated in H*nry Kissing*r’s dismissal of the Pacific: “There are only 90,000 people out there. Who gives a damn?” [...] Such narratives were supposed to proclaim and herald the end of Pacific futures. Instead [...] Pacific extinction narratives [written by Indigenous/Islander authors] conversely testify to something like the real resilience of islanders in the face of a largely deleterious history of Euro-American encounters. More radically, they suggest the impossibility of an impossible future. Apocalypse as precedent overturns the very world-ending convention of the genre. By turning extinction into antecedent, [...] [they aspire] toward an unknown future not tied to an apocalyptic ending.

[Source: Rebecca Oh. “Making Time: Pacific Futures in Kiribati’s Migration with Dignity, Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner’s Iep Jaltok, and Keri Hume’s Stonefish.” MFS Modern Fiction Studies. Winter 2020.]

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With the machinery finally installed on the property of the Manuelita estate, Don Santiago Eder launched the first industrial production of refined white sugar in Colombia on the “first day of the first month of the first year of the twentieth century.” Such deeds, mythologized and heroic in their retelling, earned Santiago Eder respect as “the founder” and his sons as “pioneers” in the industrialization of provincial Colombia. Their enterprise [...] remained the country’s largest sugar operation for much of the twentieth century. In 1967, [...] E.P. Thompson described the evolution and internalization of disciplined concepts of time as intimately tied to the rise of wage labor in industrializing England. His famous treatise on time serves as a reminder that the rise of industrial agriculture affected a reorganization of cultural and social conceptions of time. [...]. The global ascendancy of the Manuelita model of work contracts and monoculture in the second half of the twentieth century underscores the acceleration of the Plantationocene, but the historical presence and persistence of alternative [...] time should serve as a reminder that [...] futures and the demarcation of epochs are never as simple as a neatly organized calendar.

[Source: Timothy Lorek. “Keeping Time with Colombian Plantation Calendars.” Edge Effects. April 2020.]

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For several weeks after midsummer arrives along the lower Kuskokwim River, even as the days begin to shorten, the long, boreal light of dusk makes for a brief night. People travel by boat [...]. When I asked an elder about the proper way to act toward Chinook salmon, he instructed me: “Murikelluku.” The Yup’ik word murilke- means not only “to watch” but also “to be attentive” [...]. Nearly fifty years ago, Congress extinguished Alaska Native tribal autonomy over [...] fishing [...]. The indifference of dominant [US government land management agency] fisheries management models to social relations among salmon and Yupiaq peoples is evocative of a mode of care that Lisa Stevenson (2014) characterizes as “anonymous.” When life is managed at the level of the population, Stevenson writes, care is depersonalized. Care becomes “invested in a certain way of being in time,” standardized to the clock, and according to the temporal terms of the caregiver, rather than in time with the subject of care herself (ibid.: 134). Stevenson identifies care at the population level as  anonymous because it focuses exclusively on survival – on metrics of life and death – rather than on the social relations that make the world inhabitable. Thus, it is not namelessness that marks “anonymous care” as  such, but rather “a way of attending to the life and death of [others]” that strips life of the social bonds that imbue it with meaning […]. At the same time, conservation, carried out anonymously, ignores not only the temporality of Yupiaq peoples’ relations with fish, but also the human relations that human-fish relations make possible. Yupiat in Naknaq critique conservation measures for disregarding  relations that ensure not only the continuity of salmon lives but also the duration of Yupiat lifeworlds (see Jackson 2013). Life is doubly negated. For Yupiaq peoples in southwest Alaska, fishing and its attendant practices are […] modes of sociality that foster temporally deep material and affective attachments to kin and to the Kuskokwim River that are constitutive of well-being [...]. As Yup’ik scholar Theresa Arevgaq John (2009) writes, cultivating relations both with ancestors and fish, among other more-than-human beings, is a critical part of young peoples’ […] development  [...]. In other words, the futures that Yupiaq peoples imagine depend on not only a particular orientation to salmon in the present, but also an orientation to the past that salmon mediate.

[Source: William Voinot-Baron. “Inescapable Temporalities: Chinook Salmon and the Non-Sovereignty of Co-Management in Southwest Alaska.” July 2019.]

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[C]oncentration of global wealth and the "extension of hopeless poverties"; [...] the intensification of state repression and the growth of police states; the stratification of peoples [...]; and the production of surplus populations, such as the landless, the homeless, and the imprisoned, who are treated as social "waste." [...] To be unable to transcend [...] the horror [...] of such a world order is what hell means [...]. Without a glimpse of an elsewhere or otherwise, we’re living in hell. [...] [P]eople are rejecting prison as the ideal model of social order. [...] Embedded in this resistance, sometimes explicitly and sometimes implicitly, is both a deep longing for and the articulation of, the existence of a life lived otherwise and elsewhere than in hell. [...] [W]hat’s in the shadow of the bottom line [...] -- what stands, living and breathing, in the place blinded from view. [...] Instincts and impulses are always contained by a system which dominates us so thoroughly that it decides when we can “have an impact” on “restructuring the world,” which is always relegated to the future. [...] “Self-determination begins at home [...].” Cultivating an instinctual basis for freedom is about identifying the longings that already exist -- however muted or marginal [...]. The utopian is not only or merely a “fantasy of” and for “the future collectivity”. It is not simply fantasmatic or otherworldly in the conventional temporal sense. The utopian is a way of conceiving and living in the here and now, which is inevitably entangled with all kinds of deformations [...]. But there are no guarantees. No guarantees that the time is right [...]; no guarantees that just a little more misery and suffering will bring the whole mess down; no guarantees that the people we expect to lead us will (no special privileged historical agents); [...] no guarantees that we can protect future generations [...] if we just wait long enough or plan it all out ahead of time; no guarantees that on the other side of the big change, some new utterly-unfathomable-but-worth-waiting-for happiness will be ours [...]. There are no guarantees of coming millenniums or historically inevitable socialisms or abstract principles, only our complicated selves together and a [...] principle in which the history and presence of the instinct for freedom, however fugitive or extreme, is the evidence of the [...] possibility because we’ve already begun to realize it. Begun to realize it in those scandalous moments when the present wavers [...]. The point is to expose the illusion of supremacy and unassailability dominating institutions and groups routinely generate to mask their fragility and their contingency. The point is [...] to encourage [...] us [...] to be a little less frightened of and more enthusiastic about our most scandalous utopian desires and actions [...], a particular kind of courage and a few magic tricks.

[Source: Avery Gordon. “Some thoughts on the Utopian.” 2016.]

[highmarshall-azure]

I’m gonna just quickly put together a me masterpost because im bored and i want a bit of attention

Poetry : i’m just gonna post my poetry masterpost here hasnt been updated in a while and theres quite a bit there which i cant be bothered to copy and paste indivually link

Soundcloud: Im not too happy with what ive got here might make another one if i make more music in the future but two covers and an original song so... link

uquizzes: got a few of these which i’m proud of so gonna post the quiz for each one and the tumblr post if you want to share it

Which tourist attraction/activity in the metropolis known as Doncaster (UK) are you? tumblr

what animal i saw this week and took a low quality image of are you? tumblr

"which weird suggestion for quiz answers that my friends gave me are you"  tumblr

\Which stormlight character would just fucking hate your guts?  tumblr

which thing in the 2nd chorus of read my mind by the killers are you  tumblr

maps: I don’t really have time to post every link to fictional transit maps i’ve made but there’s almost nothing else on my reddit so link

sudoku: this is the one which will probably be updated most frequently atm but yeah i’ve made some alternative rules sudokus so if anyone wants a crack at those would love any feedback

Tested: 

Don’t Say His Name (Killer, Arrow)

Modular Kropki

Modular Kropki v2

Center of Attention (Modular Kropki)

Unfolded (Irregular, Arrow, minor Thermo and Killer)

London 0 - Hull 4 (Irregular, Difference, Killer) <-- probably my favourite I’ve made so far

Cracking the Cryptic Feature

Relics (Arrow (negative constraint) , Killer) 

Please keep two chevrons apart! (Irregular, Killer)

Achilles’ Heel (Arrow, Killer)

Untested

Mirror Maze (Mirror Maze, Arrow, Antiking) <-- homemade constraint

twitch: I’m currently streaming pokemon X randomised on twitch it’s a bit sporadic atm but happens at about 9pm BST when it happens on here

and there we go will probably add stuff to this later thank you and goodnight

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

Outside of 40k, im a bit of a fire emblem fan and Its been a few years since fire emblem: three houses came out. However, its been relatively popular since and a warriors spinoff for it is set to come out fairly soon. SO, since fire emblem three houses has school houses as part of its setting, fuck it primarchs based on garreg mach officers academy houses/fodlan nationalities

lion el'johnson: blue lions/faerghus. come on, as the house and nation big on knights and chivalry its a natural fit for mr knights and chivalry el'johnson himself. additional info: noble, talent in swords lances authority and riding

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fulgrim: golden deer/leicester. initially i thought the black eagles was a natural fit, but on reflection the golden deer and leicester probably work better in terms of fulgrims history. fulgrim was found by depressed miners and helped turn around a dying planet thanks to a head for logistics and management. thus him being from the mercantile and less centralized leicester makes more sense to me, though he would still be obsessed with luxury and culture, in this specific case adrestian culture, fashion and luxury. additional info: commoner, talent in swords bows and authority

perturabo: blue lions/faerghus. seeing where i place rogal the house and nation that has the more tense/combative relation to rogals own house/nation makes the most sense, hence perturabo being in the blue lions. hed probably have some relation to house rowe as well so that he could spend all day laughing at rogal well he fortifies castle arianrhod from attack. additional info: noble, talent in axes bows and heavy armor

jaghatai khan: golden deer/leicester. unfortunately theres not really a steppe group in three houses that jaghatai could neatly fit into, but three houses comes in clutch for me here with almyra a persian empire inspired country that has a lot of contact with leicester and even nearly conquered all of fodlan before a multi country coalition pushed them back out to the border, and now the almyrans make a game of testing a big all wall border fortification set in leicester. so, jaghatais related to the almyran empire but he lives in leicester, maybe a small group of ethnic almyrans continuing to live in fodlan idk. additional info: commoner, talent in swords bows and riding

lemen russ: blue lions/faerghus. sometimes the obvious choice is just right, fenrir is cold and faerghus is cold. therefore, faerghus a good fit for lemen. that said as opposed to being a noble or commoner in the traditional sense, id probably lean towards lemen being of sreng descent as sreng is described as being run by barbarian tribes and its lost a lot of land to faerghus over the years. alternatively he lived in sreng for a while before a noble of faerghus adopted him idk. additional info: commoner, talent in axes lances and brawling

rogal dorn: black eagles/adrestia. well like lemen rogals grew up on a very cold place rogal also makes a point about emphasizing his connection to terra and the imperial fists are even regarded as 'terras legion/chapter', and since adrestia is effectively the terra of fodlan in its own way, a center of culture and historical power thats slipped into stagnancy as it makes an embarrassment of itself but still remains fabulously wealthy and elitist. also it was between peter turbo and randal dan being put into adrestia and i decided rogal just made more sense. additional info: noble, talent in swords lances and authority

konrad curze: black eagles/adrestia. for mr batman the question really does come down to which nation is the most involved in intrigue that'd probably result in a lil murder batman stalking extravagant streets brutally murdering people. adrestias the prime choice in that regarded given how much shit people get up to in there, so konrad gets to be even more murder batman with dead parents probably. additional info: noble, talent in swords bows and brawling

sanguinius: blue lions/faerghus. sanguinius was difficult to place honestly, as well adrestia would be the arguably more obvious choice it didnt also feel right given that an important aspect of sanguiniuses identity is the harsh enviorment he grew up in yet he remained an honorable as primarchs go fellow. thus i settled on faerghus which has harsher climates in general then the other nations and places a lot of weight on honor and chivalry as guiding principles. hed probably have lived closer to the sreng region which is noted has having some desert attached to it oddly enough which better fits the idea of baal anyways. additional info: commoner, talent in swords lances authority and flying

ferrus manus: blue lions/faerghus. difficult to figure out a place for him, i thought maybe going for leicester would have been the best choice for easy fulgrim friendship but that can still pretty easily happen if ferrus happens to be from faerghus. especially if the mercantile fulgrims family is seeking to buy good faerghus weapons from ferruses blacksmith family. additional info: commoner, axes brawling and heavy armor

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angron: black eagles/adrestia. i forget if colosseums are ever mentioned in three houses proper, but they and former/escaped gladiators as playable characters are a staple for the series that angron can fit most nicely into. in this case angron would be a former gladiator that got 'generously' rescued from his situation by a wealthy adrestian noble through adoption, an adoptive father that angron cant help but despise of course. additional info: commoner talent in sword axes and brawling

roboute guilliman: black eagles/adrestia. roboute could theoretically go anywhere but i narrowed it down to adrestia as it has the heaviest actual roman vibes of the three nations though in part largely comparatively. additional info: noble, talent in swords brawling and authority

mortarion: golden deer/leicester. mortarion definitely doesn't fit in the adrestian context given how adrestia is mired in tradition, nobility and social conventions. faerghus might work in terms of climate and topography, but again knights and chivalry just aren'ts morts style. in the end leicester felt like the best fit, in its more internally competitive mercantile nature, it still has plenty of mountains for mort to brood over and ironically theres more of an emphasis on poisons and its like in leicester then in the other nations. additional info: noble, talent in axes lances and reason[black magic]

magnus the red: black eagles/adrestia. as adrestia is considered to be the magical power house of fodlan it makes sense to place magnus in the house correlating to magic central [ironically adrestia doesn't actually have a school of magic]. additionally well its never seen in game id give him half morfis heritage as well, as morfis is supposedly even more magical and importantly has a lot of desert from what little is known. additional info: commoner, talent in lances bows and reason

horus lupercal: black eagles/adrestia. seeing as so much of horuses identity is tied up in being the golden boy of the empire, it almost feels mandatory to lump him into the only empire on fodlan and id argue its still a good fit for him as adrestian identity is in part based heavily on pride and old glories. additional info: noble, talent in swords axes brawling authority and heavy armor

lorgar: black eagles/adrestia. another theoretical placement anywhere, but seeing as adrestia is basically the origin of church faith in fodlan and is currently having trouble with cooled church relations it felt naturally appropriate for lorgar who would have a lot of connection to church elements. additional info: commoner, talent in axes faith [white magic] and authority

vulkan: golden deer/leicester. a difficult placement cause geographically the only really volcanic/fire related location in fodlan is ailell "the valley of torment". decided on leicester and the golden deer though as vulkan being a 'friend of the people' fits pretty easily into leicesters less stratified society and he can still live near ailell. additional info: commoner, talent in swords lances axes and heavy armor

corvus corax: black eagles/adrestia. a character that doesn't really have a place to fit into the context of three houses unfortunately, meaning im not exactly confident on this one. i decided on adrestia for corvus ultimately because it just felt right and adrestia had more background to it that left room for the kind of rebel fighter coruvs grew up as in it before becoming a bit of a boot licker as it were. additional info: commoner, talent in brawling faith and flying

alpharius omegon: golden deer/leicester. master of deception himself/themselves[?], alphariuses origins history and even character are pretty unclear generally but i do feel leicester fits him better as a nation thats a little bit more open and internally hectic itself that might birth someone so tight fisted and close chested as alpharius. plus it gives him ground to get into conflict with roboute the sly boy. additional info: noble[?], talent in lances bows and authority

[badassllamaclan]

Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans (Real-time thoughts as I watched it yesterday)

Spoilers under the cut!!!

They’re gonna deny me Barbara seeing her human son again!?!?!?

Dafuq? Was that Otto????

Lol Incredibles?!?!?

STRICKLER FLYING IN THERE COULDA SOLVED HALF THEIR PROBLEMS

Men in Black needed

BRUH THAT WASN’T EVEN DETECTIVE SCOTT IN THE TRAILER

WHO IS BAILING THEM OUT OF JAIL

That fuckin your mom joke. These losers are so grounded when they get back to Arcadia

EXCUSE YOU, WHY DOES STRICKLER SOUND LIKE THAT???? But also, yay Strickler was there when Jim woke up.

FUCK ALRIGHT TROLLHUNTERS ROTT PRODUCERS AND WRITERS YALL ARE ON THIN FUCKING ICE, don’t give me that bullshit with Strickler’s voice and then HAVE STRICKLER ASK FOR JIMS BLESSING AND TO BE HIS BEST MAN AT THEIR WEDDING

Nomura…. Is her voice different I’m not 100% sure

Alright WTF ELI GOT HOT

ALSO WHY DID HIS GLASSES GET BIGGER

FUCKIN WHAT

“So we don’t technically have a school”

Why the fuck is Arcadia the center

WHERE ARE ALL THE BABIES THAT WALT AND BARBARA WERE RAISING?!?!?

Also Nari up close is serious leafmen vibes

I love that this is some of the most involved Barbara has ever been in anything

Wtf did they do to BARBARA’S NOSE?!?!?

Smooth morons

FUCKIN WHAT

IM SORRY FUCKING WHAT

THE WRITERS ARE ON CRACK THERES DEADASS MPREG

WAIT WHO IS GONNA TELL BARBARA THAT STEVE IS PREGNAT

ALSO WOULDNT MAKING JIM ARMOR BASICALLY MAKE HIM ON GHE SAME LEVEL AS TOBY?!?!?

Why didn’t that fuck test the amulet before they tried to stop the order???

Also why does Jim yelling sound so weird? Like his voice is deeper specifically when he yells.

Mad respect that the arctic base in Greenland wasn’t destroyed and that researcher won’t straight up freeze to death

Everyone is questioning troll dragons, WHEN STRICKLER EXISTS RIGHT THERE

At least Nomura is still Nomura

Fuck either Blinky or Arrrgh is gonna die or some shit… WAIT BLINKY IS TELLING THE STORY THAT MEANS HE LIVES… fuck

Also Jim you’re such a loser I love you, the world’s ending and you’re upset cause your mom is finally happy and her happiness is at risk

ALSO WHERE IS NOTENRIQUE

OH COOL, we addressed that Archie’s dad still exists and is ancient AF. LOVE GHE GUILT TRIPPING!!! Father son bonding over terrorizing Blinky, love it

ALSO EVERYONE WAS CAUGHT ON VIDEO IN THE BEGINNING HOW HAS THAT NOT BEEN ADDRESSED, they’re literally only acknowledging that the titans happened

Yay, Barbara and Strickler having active roles

ALSO HIS SWEATER

Hi I was not ready for Nomura

Cool they’re gonna kill Strickler in the exact way I said on tumblr a few years ago

THANK FUCK THEY WENT TO GO STEAL LITERAL FUCKING TIME FROM THE TROLL DRAGON

YES BARBARA VALIDATING HOW MUCH STRICKLER LOVED JIM, but random assedly bringing up Jim’s bio dad?????

YO YALL JUST GONNA LEAVE BARBARA FUCKING ALONE AT THE CASTLE

So they’re going to kill off as many fan favorites as possible because they have to fix everything with the time sphere

BUT ALSO I KNOW MOVIES AND SHIT AND THEY WOULDNT JUST MENTION BIO DAD FOR NO REASON (they did in fact)

YES SHANNON STILL HAS A GIRLFRIEND

Coach Lawrence is trying his best

Thus far the pacing of this is pretty good

Oh shit Nari and WHATS his face died, but I swore that wasn’t permanent when they killed WHATS his face the first time

Wait back up, I thought that Heartstone was dead, and now it’s glowing

Lol I love how they have military clearance

ALSO WHERE IS BARBARA

Aja is a wonderful and realistic queen

DAS A BIG HEARTSTONE

THIS IS THE GAYEST SHIT

ALSO WOULD LOVE IT IF THIS SHIT DIDNT WORK, but it did

I love how they brought Nomura back just to kill her

BRUH WHERE IS THE SPHERE SO YALL CAN FIX EVERYTHING

Lol I kinda knew Toby was gonna die when they kept bringing up him being moral support he felt underestimated and the underestimated ones always sacrifice themselves

Also I would be bawling my damn eyes out if it wasn’t for the fact they haven’t used the green time orb yet

Blinky comforting Arrrgh borderline looked like they were kissing

Arrrgh crying though almost got me

Lol I would love it if Jim time travels and when it catches up to the same point that the current timeline is at they’re just at Barbara and Strickler’s wedding.

WAIT HOW FAR BACK IS JIM GOING

ALSO WHY ISNT BARBARA THERE

ALSO CLAIRE AND JIM SAID THE ACTUAL WORDS I LOVE YOU

BUT HOW FAR BACK IS HE GOING WTF

IS THIS THE DAY HE FOUND THE FUCKING AMULET

WTF IS GOING ON

WAIT THESE FUCKS BETTER GIVE ME A MONTAGE OF JIM TRYING TO SLUGHTLY CHANGE THINGS

BRUH HOLD ON I HAD AN IDEA FOR STRICKLER BEING THE TROLLHUNTER BUT HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO WIN SO HE TRIES TO DESTROY THE AMULET AND ENDS UP MEETING WITH ALL THE OTHER TROLLHUNTERS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN AND THEY ALL SEE A FUTURE WHERE JIM WAS THE TROLLHUNTER AND THEREFORE THEY WON

BUT IF TOBY IS THE TROLLHUNTER

also real quick Jim trying to set Strickler up with his mom OMFG

FUCK I WILL CRY

YEP IM CRYING

THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ON JIM IS SO GOOD

ALSO UPSET NORMURA DIDNT HAVE A SCENE IN THE ALTERNATE TIMELINE

FUCK it’s such a good ending for the series I love it

OKAY IT WAS JONATHAN HYDE BUT WHY WAS HE EXTRA GROWLY

Fuck there’s no more… I just wanna see more, like how the writers and creators think the little differences between timelines will be

I’m literally sitting here staring at the credits screen.

I love how the last bit of credits is the production babies

The ending also explains why there was so much fan service

[jack-kellys]

3, 4, 18 !!

im a writer! ask me these!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

one SCENE?? not au?? alright. well the entire reason i haven't started my super au i've been outlining is because of a few scenes:

jack's identity is found out

some crazy illegal testing akin to that scene in deadpool where they're trying to activate his meta-gene

davey discovers the whole blackmailing plot, and who's at the dead center of it.

but a scene i've always wanted to write is probably a javid breakup, because i'm horrible. it'd start with some small action, then leads to a tone of voice that rubs one of them wrong, and both of their defensive, stubborn tendencies lead them into a screaming match where all the ugly truths bubble over. it'd just be so hard to write all those subtleties in perfect sequence... god

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

oh BABY this is from something you guys might never get to see (very sad bc it's.. some of my best work) bc it isn't my au. but here u go:

“You’re speaking differently than how you used to,” Davey commented, smiling slightly. Observant as ever, he still was. “It suits you.”

Jack had hardly noticed, actually, his proper dialect simply slipping away as if it’d always been meant to.

“Thanks,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m sure my more middle-of-the-road accent’s real entertaining for you.”

“That it is,” Davey teased. “Though, what’s more entertaining is you in my library, at… one in the morning.”

Jack tensed, just barely, wondering if Davey could feel it. There were a few truths bouncing around his head at once in terms of how he wanted to answer the other boy. According the mission, he was in the library to take pictures of expansion notes.

According to the mission, Jack had been supposed to leave more than a few minutes ago. Which was where the other truth came in.

“I wanted to see you,” Jack admitted. A small, hopeful smile pricked his expression, despite the silence hanging in the air around his words. “I really wanted to see you again, Davey.”

i just REALLY like whatever i had going on with my pacing?? narration got to control the dialogue in this fic, since both davey and jack in it are extremely analytical and trained in different manipulation tactics, so jack has to think of every sentence before he says them. and this is the moment where he doesn't. UGH>

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterizations?) Tell us about them.

uhhh uh uh. well, i did talk about almost giving thank u next an epilogue. i had a spider-man ralbert au (now THAT'S from the rizz archives. check that mf date) where i planned to make albert into a winter soldier type character?? and there was going to be an avengers-esque team coming into play? but lord that would've taken me years.

besties pls send me more of these!!! thank u jac :)