#anyways yes! i also have some more drafts i just like to post them in sets of 10 so i’m still working on it

[lesbian-navia]

sumeru text posts part infinity

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[halonicheart]

Arsene Varlinaeu

After a conversation with a friend, on a whim I suggested what the story could have been like had Estinien's younger brother lived. What followed was me proceding to name him and practically make him my own oc, mine now Square. It's so tempting to make him and put him in a server but... I will try to resist, key word try. Regardless, here is a bit about him.

Perhaps it was by Halone’s Grace that young Arsene Varlineau survived Niddhog’s rage, or perhaps it was dumb luck that he managed to shelter himself just in time when the winds became harsh. He was pulled from the rubble mostly unscathed, save for bruising, cracked ribs as well as chronic respiratory issues from breathing the smoke. Arsene is as reserved as his older brother though he wishes to make friends, from connections and so on… it was hard, tiring, scary. He loathes to admit that he clings to his older brother at times.

If Estinien thought him a burden, he never said nor did he so much as hint at the possibility. If he wasn’t training to be a part of the Knights Dragoon, he was spending all his spare time to tend to Arsene. It wasn’t so much that their foster father, of a sort, Alberic didn’t care for them, he did in the best way a young single downtrodden man could, but he was a Knight as well as a Dragoon, heretics and deviants alike to not wait for fathers. Quite frankly, Estinien kept him at arm’s length at first but over time the gap lessened. Arsene took to Alberic much faster. It was likely that alone that helped his older brother let Alberic into his heart.

Arsene is not particularly strong physically, he was much better off now than his younger years but for a budding young elezen man he was noticeably weaker than others his age. Where he lacked brute strength he made up for with book smarts. When he was finally eligible, Arsene joined the Scholasticate via scholarship. He’s genuinely no interest in becoming a part of the Ishgardian churchmen. Joining the program meant he would have a dorm, a small allowance and most of all a way for him to become more independent. What he does after he graduates is a different story. His grades are well enough, though he admits it’s very challenging at times. Both Alberic and Estinien are very proud of him, albeit they worry for him.

He still retained his reclusive ways, only now he had "peers" to shame him over it when they thought he wasn't listening. The young ones were nice enough, not quite kind. One fellow student in particular seems adamant on becoming his friend. Then again, Theomecent seems to do as much with everyone. Arsene has heard the many times Leigh has told Theomecent to just let it be. Unfortunately for Arsene, Theo was stubborn. Truth be told, part of him feels bad for being so cold to him at times. Only once did he consider actually letting him in, however when he heard Theo admit to Leigh that he was a tad frustrated his efforts are met with the cold shoulder... he decided it was best not to. If only he stayed long enough to here Theo say that was all the more reason to keep trying, that he would be damned if he sit by while Arsene was clearly suffering in silence.

All was well for a time, well enough as things could be, until word had spread amongst the church that the current Azure Dragoon had stolen Niddhog’s eye. Arsene attempts to find his brother… only to be turned away by Alberic. He was instructed to continue his studies and the knights handle the situation. According to Alberic someone was being sent from Gridania to assist in the matter. Arsene didn’t care who they sent, he wanted to speak with Estinien, his own brother. And so he devised a plan that he knows he will come to regret… he risks losing his scholarship. Arsene cut his hair, used whatever he could get his hands on to dye his white hair an inky black, wore non script glasses to obscure his eyes, wore a cap and took on the name Ahnri Valin. No one would bat an eye at a pauper roaming the streets. Ishgard didn’t care enough for her people.

He sets out to find his brother, to understand why he’s doing this and hopefully get him to see reason… he didn’t plan on getting wrapped up in a larger story to end the dragon song war at the side of not only his brother but Iceheart, a boy named Alphinaud and the Warrior(s) of light and their companions. He must do so while remaining incognito which proves more difficult than expected.

[cheftsunoda]

no im not in love — ln4

smau

lando norris x !best friend singer reader

yn and lando have been best friends for years— they have also spent those years doing things that ‘best friends’ don’t. morning cuddles, stealing kisses, sleeping together, getting jealous when the other is spotted with someone else. yn releases a song and fans pick it apart…noting it to be about lando. will this cause the two to finally admit that they love each other?

obviously based of the tate songgg

fc : madison beer and various pinterest girlies

⚠️not proofread! slight angst, gets a tiny bit steamy, blah blah⚠️

draft for yall while I proofread and fix part 4 of heal your heart

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“swear im only sleeping at your house— six times in one week— cause its convenient.”

f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Singer YN LN leaving Lando Norris’ place six days in a row this week — coincidence or something more? The longtime best friends, who’ve known each other since their early teens, have fueled romance rumors for years. With this kind of consistency, fans are wondering if the ‘just friends’ label still applies…

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username00 : lando! blink if your in love

username10 : she is always there…I don’t think this is out of the ordinary for them. she always pops up in his streams so we kind of know she is there

username5 : he was seen at a restaurant with magui last week too so idk

username7 : 6 days…in a row…this is more consistency than I have with my own employer

username17 : me pretending to be shocked while I’ve had a wedding pinterest board for them since 2019

username20 : the greatest situationship of our generation

username22 : that man is in love I will not elaborate

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“are you coming over later?” lando asked over the phone and i chuckled to myself.

“i might as well move in at this point,” i said, and felt a smile creep onto my face.

“already made that offer and you said no,” he said, a teasing edge in his voice.

i rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, my heart doing that annoying flutter thing it always did when he got like this — casual, but with just enough meaning to keep me spiraling.

“well…”i trailed off, biting my lip. “that was before you started bribing me with morning coffee and back rubs.”

“you forgot the part where i let you pick the movies and stick your cold feet on me,” he added, smug.

i laughed. “okay, true. honestly, i am starting to think you want me to move in.”

there was a pause — not awkward, just weighted — like he was thinking about how honest he wanted to be.

“i do,” he said simply. “i like having you here.”

that shut me up real quick. for a second, all I could hear was the sound of my own pulse in my ears.

“well,” I said, voice slightly higher than I intended, “guess I’ll start bringing more than just an overnight bag.”

he laughed, soft and warm. “good. ive already got a spot cleared out in the closet.”

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“Only kinda dressing like you now— ‘cause your clothes they fit me — and that’s good reason.”

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i wasn’t planning to steal it.

but there it was, draped over the back of his couch — navy blue, soft-looking, and very obviously worn in. his favorite one. definitely the one I always “borrowed” and conveniently forgot to give back.

i glanced over my shoulder. lando was still in the kitchen, humming to himself and completely unaware of my criminal intentions.

i grabbed the hoodie and pulled it over my head. it smelled like him — some combination of expensive cologne, laundry detergent, and whatever shampoo he used that I secretly liked more than mine.

just as i was admiring myself in the mirror by the door, arms swallowed whole and sleeves dragging over my hands, i heard him behind me.

“oh, really?” he said, amused. “that’s your hoodie now?”

i turned slowly. “possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

he narrowed his eyes. “you are unbelievable.”

“and yet,” i said, tugging the sleeves over my fingers with a grin, “you still like me.”

he rolled his eyes but crossed the room and stood in front of me, eyes flicking down to the hoodie.

“i liked that one.”

i stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. “you still do. you are just sharing it now.”

he gave me the look — the one that meant he was annoyed, but also very clearly melting.

“you know you’re not getting away with this, right?”

i shrugged. “too late. ive already imprinted on it.”

—

“every friend of mine—I told them the same— no im not in love”

“so,” alexandra said, sipping her mimosa with an innocent smile, “how’s your new apartment been?”

I blinked. “My new what?”

Kika leaned forward, chin in hand. “lando’s. six nights this week, babe. we have a group chat. we have been counting.”

i nearly choked on my drink. “okay, first of all, you have way too much time on your hands. second, we are best friends.”

lily raised an eyebrow. “friends who do what, exactly? morning cuddles? sleep together? kiss each other? share clothes? share socks?”

i gaped at her. “that was one time—he had cold feet!”

kika smirked. “he has cold feet, and you’re in love.”

“i am not in love,” i said, louder than necessary, which of course made all three of them lean in.

alexandra tilted her head. “sure. you just smile at your phone every single time he texts you and you wear his clothes like you don’t have a whole closet of your own.”

i opened my mouth. closed it. opened it again. “its a nice hoodie!”

lily grinned. “and he’s a nice man. who makes you pancakes and lets you sleep in his bed.”

kika raised her glass. “to yn and lando— her completely platonic live in boyfriend.”

alexandra clinked hers with a laugh. “who she’s not in love with, of course.”

i groaned and dropped my face into my hands. “i hate all of you.”

“lies,” lily sang. “you love us. just like you love—”

“don’t say it.”

“—landoooo,” all three of them said in unison, full chaos energy.

i sighed. “you are impossible.”

kika winked. “so is pretending you’re not head over heels. just admit it, and we’ll buy you matching mugs.”

—

“And I don’t hate every girl your eyes go to.”

f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : After weeks of swirling rumors, YN LN and Lando Norris have finally stepped out… just not with each other. Lando was spotted getting cozy with model Magui Corceiro, while YN was seen out with none other than Magui’s ex, footballer João Félix. Coincidence? Petty? The plot thickens.

username00 : be so for real right now. there is no way this isn’t intentional. YN OUR PETTY QUEEN.

username5 : yn really said fine you want her?? ill get with her ex

username7 : I need to achieve this level of petty bitch some day

username14 : i know alex and kika are somewhere screaming rn

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username22 : call me delulu but this could just be for pr

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yn_ln

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yn_ln : life lately

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kikagomes : you are so hot come kiss me

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yn_ln : on my way!

charles_leclerc : Floki and Leo play date sometime soon? 😌

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yn_ln : absolutely!

joaofelix79 : a mais linda😻

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username00 : damn she really said lando won’t commit?? hard launch

username7 : her and joao lowkey look so good together

username14 : no lando like…that is how you know he is pissed

username15: I went through 5 years of her posts and this is the only one with no Lando like

pierregasly : who is that beautiful woman you are playing chess with??

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yn_ln : my girlfriend :)

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pierregasly: should’ve known I’d get that response

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“you didn’t have to post that photo,” lando said, not even looking up from his phone.

i glanced at him from across the room. “what photo?”

“the one with João. the one where he’s practically breathing on your neck.”

i rolled my eyes. “it is called posing, lando.”

“oh, so now it’s posing?” he scoffed. “looked cozy to me.”

i crossed my arms. “right…because you’d know all about looking cozy. how is magui, by the way?”

his head snapped up. “don’t bring her into this.”

i laughed, bitter. “oh, I’m sorry. was that hitting a little too close to home?”

“you are being ridiculous.”

“and you’re being possessive for someone who swears we’re just friends.”

that shut him up for a second. Then he said, quieter, “m’not possessive.”

“really?” i said, stepping toward him. “because you’re acting like I cheated on a boyfriend I don’t have.”

he stood up too, jaw tight. “maybe i wouldn’t care if you weren’t acting like you’re suddenly in love with João fucking Félix.”

i stared at him. “and maybe i wouldn’t care if you didn’t light up every time she laughs at your jokes.”

“you know what?” i muttered, grabbing my jacket. “this is dumb. you do whatever you want. do whoever you want.”

“already have been,” he snapped. “and so have you.”

i was halfway out the door when he called after me, voice softer but stubborn. “you’re the one who said we were just friends.”

i paused, turned slightly. “yeah. well. maybe that was a mistake.”

neither of us said what we really meant. the tension in the air said enough. touching.

—

“I’m not bothered looking up your exes — Matter fact we could probably be friendses.”

twitter!

f1gossipgirls : Oh? YN LN hanging out with Luisa Oliveira — Lando’s ex — in Monaco today? Did not have that on my bingo card.

username2 : guys calm down— her and luisa have stayed in touch since her and lando split. they are always interacting online

username5 : no bc if my ex and best friend were having a meeting about me id cry and never been seen again.

username7 : giving “we both survived the same man”

username10 : forget the drivers. the wags have taken over the season.

username8: yn pls drop a selfie with luisa with the caption “his taste is consistent” PLEASE

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“we got the same taste that ain’t my fault”

it supposed to be a solo coffee run. no drama. no tension.

i pushed open the door to the little corner café, the bell chiming like it always did, and stepped inside—only to immediately bump into someone coming from the opposite direction.

“oh—sorry, I—” my voice caught.

lando.

he froze too, holding two takeaway cups, one already half-spilled from the impact.

“hi,” he said, blinking like he wasn’t sure i was real. “i—wow. hi.”

i swallowed hard. “hey.”

we both stood there, awkwardly, in the narrow doorway, neither moving. my heart thudded. this place — this stupid café — had been ours for so long that it felt wrong seeing him here and not being with him.

“i didn’t think you still came here,” he said, voice low. “not without me.”

“yeah,” I said quickly. “i didn’t. not really. just—craved it today.”

“guess we still have the same taste?” he said and looked down.

“and I just spilled one of yours. cool.”

i couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out. “you always did have terrible coordination off-track.”

he gave me that sideways smirk i hated how much i missed. “says the girl who once tripped literally just over air…many times.”

“that was one time.”

“it was three.”

the silence after that wasn’t heavy like before. it felt like it always has.

“i miss this,” he said suddenly, glancing around the café, then at me. “i miss you.”

i looked at him then — really looked. the tired eyes. the nervous thumb tapping the side of the cup. the way he kept stealing glances like he was afraid i might disappear if he blinked.

“i miss you too,” i admitted.

he exhaled. like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.

“i was stupid,” he said. “about the fight. about João. about everything.”

i bit my lip. “i was too. i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“i know,” he said. “i didn’t mean to lose you.”

A pause.

“so don’t,” i whispered.

he looked at me like the world tilted back into place. then held out one of the remaining coffees — the unspilled one. my usual.

“still how you like it?”

i nodded, smiling. “perfect.”

and for the first time in weeks, things felt right again — no explanations, no drama. just us. at our table. in our café. where it all began.

—

“if i slip and i somehow say it — you should know in advance, im wasted.”

the bass was shaking the floor. lights pulsed, the air smelled like overpriced tequila and victory, and someone — probably charles — had just climbed onto the DJ booth screaming “he finally won one!”

lando was glowing. sweaty, flushed, champagne-soaked, still in his tee with a medal crooked around his neck. everyone was celebrating like it was the first time F1 had ever seen a podium. maybe it felt like the first time. especially to me. he found me through the crowd, grinning, eyes already glassy with drunk adrenaline.

“there you are,” he said, stumbling slightly as he pulled me in with one arm. “did you see me? like actually see me?”

“hard to miss when you were standing on top of the world,” i yelled over the music.

he laughed, messy and wild, like it was pouring straight out of his chest. “could not have done it without you.”

“lando, i didn’t even—”

“you were there,” he said, serious now, crowd and noise fading behind us. “you are always there. i look for you first.”

i froze, heart stuttering. “you are drunk.”

“yup,” he said. “but not wrong.”

and before i could say anything, before i could stop him or stop myself, he leaned in and kissed me — champagne-flavored, heat-drunk and reckless.

it was a little too fast. a little too desperate. but, it felt right. like something we’d been circling for too long.

he pulled back first, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe it either. “was that—?”

“stupid,” i said quickly.

he nodded. “yeah. super stupid.”

then kissed him again.

—

lando and i barely made it into his hotel room before his hands were back on me, clinging to the zipper on the back of my dress. his lips sucking on my neck and i let out a light moan. he gently pushes me back onto the bed and crawls on top of me.

“ive wanted this for so long.” he admits before his lips brushed against mine.

“me too.” i stuttered as i felt his hands explore me.

before i knew it — we were both undressed and pressed against each other.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked.

“please- lando. i want you.” i said and a smirk appeared on his face. i feel him inside of me and his lips are attached to mine again.

“i-i love you.” i muttered through my moans—not fully realizing what i said.

“i love you more. always have.” he whispered in my ear, driving me crazy.

—

my head was pounding and i could barely open my eyes but as i did i noticed lando beside me. this obviously was not rare but he was…naked. i gasped to myself and looked around the hotel room. our clothes mixed on the floor. i stared at myself in the mirror and noticed hickeys from my neck down to my mid chest. i sighed— trying to recall the events of last night.

last night.

the win. the club. the kiss. the aftermath.

his hands. my shirt on the floor. my heart in his hands.

the words — god, the words.

“i love you.”

i said it first. then he said it back. too fast, too real, too drunk.

but also… not drunk enough to lie.

i carefully untangled myself, trying not to wake him, and grabbed the nearest hoodie i could find — his, obviously — before tiptoeing into the bathroom. i was halfway through drinking water straight from the tap like a gremlin when i heard his voice, raspy and half-asleep behind me.

“you left the bed.”

i turned. “you were starfishing.”

he gave a lazy smile. “you didn’t run.”

“nope, still here. still processing.”

he nodded, rubbing his hands over his face. “same.”

“we said somethings.”

“yeah,” he said blinking at me. “we did.”

“im sorry- i don’t- know. i was drunk.”

“don’t apologize. i meant it, yn.” he said.

“so did i.” i said with a sigh of relief.

“i love you, yn.” he said and pulls me into the bed holding me.

“good because if you said you didn’t i was just gonna throw myself off the balcony from embarrassment.”

“so dramatic, even hungover.” he chuckled, kissing my head.

“consistent…and in love with my best friend apparently.”

“good to hear…I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Lando Norris and YN LN caught getting rather steamy in the club after his most recent win.

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username00 : the audacity to make no im not in love about him and then DO THIS

username2 : well this is one way to make up with your friend after a fight

username5 : me pretending I’m happy for them when really I’m pacing my room like a victorian widow

username7 : You KNOW Lily and Kika are already planning the wedding. Alexandra’s making the guest list. Soft launch era is over.

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yn_ln : you still have me mamas

lando : ive loved you since i first laid eyes on you

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lando : she loves me so much she made a song to convince the world she didn’t 😎

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🐞💐🌺🦋☀️🌷🌞🌟💫🌻⚡️

[anachronistic-cat]

WOE! JOEUPPET BE UPON YE!

so a few weeks ago now I realized I had the right colours of fabric to make a joeuppet, and i really really like the Joeuppet :DD! so i made one! look! i can even puppet it! :DD

I actually finished it on monday, but taking the photos (i used my school's photo room for this! :DD) and writing the poem (its called sewing btw) and stuff took a bit of time. also I had to rewrite this post because tumblr deleted the draft instead of posting it.

I really enjoyed working on this. i went into it with very little planning, and it truly felt like i was just making something for the sake of making, and save for a couple moments (puppet shoes are a nightmare) this was pure fun.

anyways, as thanks for clicking read more, have some bonus pictures taken from last week's TCG meetup of the not-quite-finished Joeuppet (its head is held on by a sewing needle—not even a pin, a sewing needle!) with my friend @kannaar's teeny tiny plushy cleo

(special thanks as well to my fine MCNN friends for being just as excited over the discord joeuppetdates as i was to be sending them, and keeping me from spiraling over sewing hands and shoes)

[anotheroceanid]

As a both a fem! percy and "percy looks like rhea" enthusiast, let me me present you:

Fem! Percy being quite literally the carbon copy of Rhea. If it's already bad enough as a boy, just imagine how much more obvious the resemblance if Percy is a girl. Imagine Zeus's reaction at being called out on his bullshit by a miniature version of his mother for the first time. the Olympians' reactions as Percy grows into a young woman, looking more and more like Rhea each year. Poseidon adoring her even more because not only she's his precious daughter, but also reminds him of his dear mother, the one they both inherited their eyes from and the one he faintly remembers before being devoured.

Maybe that adds another layer on Kronos' fixation on Percy. He's convinced she's the reincarnation of his wife, and while she betrayed him, it's stated she cared about her in his own way.

And because i'm jercy trash first and foremost, both of them sharing even more dramatic paralells of kronos/rhea with their romance. Zeus is definitely having a blast at seeing them together, and the rest of the Olympians are often hit with dissociations when Jason and Percy are together, seeing their parents for a moment instead.

According to the myth, Kronos was the one who pursued Rhea because he only wanted her as wife, and she loved him at some point. Just Jason falling head over heels for Percy at first sight and actively going after her, to Zeus' utter horror (and maybe Poseidon, but I think he actually keeps in mind that's his daughter and doesn't go crazy like Zeus does)

sorry i'm ranting here, anyway that's my headcanon

@seleneprince

YES YES YES

Fem Percy as Rhea’s carbon copy is so real 🤣🤣🤣 First time Zeus saw her he gasped and tried to not look guilty about something wrong that he did, a second later he started telling himself that that wasn't his mom, no need to be afraid. Yet, he still has nightmares that Percy Jackson is Rhea and that she is scowling him.

Which kinda turned true when Percy won the war and gave him the scowl of the century.

And ofc, this all is beyond amusing to Poseidon.

And about Kronos. My Kronos at least is kinda of crazy (side effect from eating godly babies) so to an extent he can't even differentiate Percy from Rhea most of the time. And his marriage, before kids and cannibalism, was exceptionally successful, so yeah, he is still sore about how it all ended.

So yeah, Jason falling head over heels at first time is so delightful. Especially because it terrifies the shit out of the big six, and also kinda leaves Gaea obsessed with them. I wouldn't be surprised if she felt some sort of claim over Jercy because they look so much like her kids, and That in a fem Percy context she would've wanted them as her sacrifices.

Also, Zeus pissed off that Poseidon’s forbidden child looks like their mom, while his looks like their dad.

EDIT: I FOUND IT IN MY DRAFTS AND I WAS PRETTY SURE I HAD ALREADY POSTED IT

[olderthannetfic]

I keep being baffled by the amounts of readers who seem to have fits whenever a fic doesn't have chapters. How do they deal with all the Real Literature TM that doesn't have chapters?

Apart from the very simple "don't like, don't read" approach, if it's because you lose your place because the browser reloads, several options have already been suggested, and I sincerely hope it helps whoever feels that was the big problem.

I am one of those who post all in one go, regardless of the length, so I don't see the point of chapters. Yes, I know, "Post chapter by chapter anyways to improve readership and max your comment count and be more popular" or whatever the equivalent of "Game the algorithm" is on AO3. It feels like cheating to me; it's already all written down, and I am not here to play a numbers game. I crave feedback and interaction, of course; that's why I'm posting, but I don't want to use that kind of trick if it's already, well. All there already. Readers can take breaks whenever they want if they like breaks; I'm not their parent.

I also don't like reading WIPs because I will not have the immersion I prefer, or will forget half of what happened before, and I don't have time to reread everything each time I pick it up again, so I guess I don't see the appeal. You do you, etc. To each their preferences. (As a reader, I am team finished work + full_work or, more often, just download it all. That's how *I* roll; it doesn't mean *you* have to do the same, you know?).

I did try to post chapters a few times. Once, I inverted two of them while posting (still smarting over that years later), and another time, I was posting once a day to follow a daily prompt list… which gave me Big Angst because what if I dropped dead partway? (Yes, someone had access to my AO3 to post the drafted chapters if I croaked). Each time, I was really anxious about where to put the cutoff, or change the POV - at this point it makes the chapters more balanced length-wise, but it would be more interesting to have this scene from X's POV! This scene ends a chapter's subplot, but thematically goes with the next chapter's prompt! It might be stupid, but it is what it is, and I don't see why I should choose to torture myself for something I, as a reader, couldn't care less about.

I just… don't know when to break things up. I write linearly, and while I know the rough idea of where I'm going, I don't have a definite plan and sometimes things will be shaken up as I write. I use visual markers for scene changes and POV changes (not the same markers, actually), but sometimes a scene or POV will be much longer/shorter, so it would all make chapters super unbalanced, so??? Choices? I have to make choices? Nope. Visual marker it is, and I can breathe.

If that's grounds for muting/blocking me, then go for it, I guess? I just don't get the virulence of some of these anons on the topic - it's a you do you situation, and sometimes we just don't get why people do things differently, but that's how it's like sometimes. No need to be mad at people for not doing things the way YOU like.

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I don't care about maximizing readership, but chapters are the norm in many styles of writing. I prefer to divide a longer work into them instead of using anemic little section dividers. I save those for a sub-chapter division, should I need one.

Honestly, genre fiction is mostly divided into chapters. Yes, there are famous authors who don't use them, and I'm sure you're about to pull five out of your butt, but I think their work reads more poorly than the many, many authors who do use them. Yes, even Mr. Extra Famous And Loved By Fandom, whomever he is this time.

I don't particularly care about non-genre fiction, but plenty of multi-POV literary fiction does use chapters to divide the points of view.

It is common for chapters to be different lengths—desirable even. If a writer can't figure out how to divide something, I think that's a failure of skill... but no, I don't think it's that big of a deal in fic, and I'll read whatever has my blorbos and looks good even if it's formatted poorly and/or in a way I don't prefer.

[stalkingthenet333]

Hii again!!

I’m the anon who requested the short!reader x Brahms and omg I love the headcanons!!! I got excited seeing the post pop up when I looked at the Brahms x reader tag lolll. Thank u for doing my request :D ! I’m writing this bc earlier I wasn’t sure if you do nsfw so I just left the original request the way it is. If it’s not too much trouble, can u do a nsfw head canons of a short reader x Brahms?

Thank u again for the headcanons! <3

Helllooooo! I would love too! Most of the time I like to write hints of nsfw things only because sometimes i can’t find the words LOL anyway Again, I’m super tall so this might suck (oopsie if it does ily for the request anyway!) This is very long so I apologize that it took me a minute to get to this! I also kinda made a plot? Sort of... idk, I know you asked for head canons and I apologize for forgetting! I have some drafts for Brahms I'm working on so maybe I'll do that too!

(NSFW — size kink, soft dom/sub, needy! Brahms, virgin! Brahms, overstimulation, gn! reader, no specific use of f/m features, etc, maybe ooc! Brahms? lmk lol )

"Show me how?"

He stood at the edge of the bed, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The room was quiet except for your breath — steady, encouraging. Brahms was flushed to the ears, towering over you, wide-eyed like a deer caught in a trap he built for himself.

“You… want me to touch you?” he asked, voice low, trembling.

You nodded from your seat on the bed, looking up at him with soft eyes. “Only if you want to. I can teach you. We can go slow.”

He hesitated. His fingers twitched.

“I’ve never— I mean, I’ve wanted to. Thought about it. A lot. But you’re so…” His eyes trailed down your frame. “So small. What if I… do it wrong?”

You reached up, gently guiding his huge hand to your thigh. “You won’t. I’ll show you.” His breath hitched. He stared at your skin under his fingers like it might vanish. “You’re warm.”

“And you’re sweet,” you said, guiding him closer. His knees bumped the bed, and he dropped to them without grace — massive hands now braced on either side of your hips. You could see how hard he was, straining under his clothes, his body shaking with restraint. You peeled your shirt off slowly, letting his wide eyes follow the motion. His gaze was starving.

“Do you want to touch me more?” You asked him softly, carefully.

His voice was hoarse. “Yes. But… you’ll have to tell me what to do. I don’t know how to… how to be gentle.”

You leaned forward, grabbing his wrist and pressing it to your chest. “Start here. Just feel me.” His hands were almost comically large compared to your frame — his fingers easily covering most of your chest, trembling as he explored, barely breathing. “Good,” you whispered. “That’s perfect. You’re doing great.”

He looked up like you’d given him a medal. “I… want to see you. All of you.”

You stood, short and bare before him. Brahms stared like you were divine, eyes wide and bright as he took you in. His hands brushing your hips.

“I don’t even know how I’d… fit inside you,” he murmured. “You’re just so...I feel like I'm too big I-.”

“Let me show you,” you said softly, cutting him off gently, then slowly began tugging him toward the bed. You undressed him slowly, carefully — like unwrapping something dangerous and sacred. His body was scarred, but beautiful, and when he was fully bare, he was huge. His cock stood thick and flushed, leaking at the tip, twitching with barely restrained need.

You saw the fear in his eyes again. You knelt before him, pressing your hands to his hips. “Breathe. I’ll guide you.”

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands wrapped around him, slowly lining him up to your entrance. “Go slow,” you whispered, steadying yourself. “Let me take you.” He whimpered — an honest, broken sound — as you sank down, inch by inch. He clutched the sheets, terrified to move, breath ragged.

“You’re so… tight,” he gasped. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. “You feel amazing. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Once he was fully inside, you began to move. Slow. Gentle. His head fell back, a groan escaping him — overwhelmed by the heat and the way you clenched around him like you were built to take him. “Use your hands,” you murmured. “Hold me. Touch my hips. Guide me.”

He obeyed instantly, gripping your waist with trembling reverence, helping you rock against him. Every time your bodies met, it made a soft, wet sound that drove him wild. “Am I doing okay?” he whispered, nervous and scared he wouldn't measure up to your expectations of him. You smiled, breathless. “You’re perfect, Brahms. You’re making me feel so full. So good.”

That undid him.

His hips snapped up, and your cry echoed in the room — not from pain, but from sudden pleasure. Something in him broke loose. His shyness burned off in the heat of your praise. He flipped you onto your back, covering your smaller body completely. His thrusts grew frantic, then desperate, burying himself deep again and again while he clung to your hands, your waist, your moans.

“Don’t stop,” you begged. “You’re learning so fast.”

He groaned as he came, pulsing deep inside you, body shaking with the force of it. He didn’t pull out. He didn’t move at all. He just buried his face into your chest, panting, and whispered:

“Teach me everything. I want to learn everything… with you.”

yes there's more muahahaahahaha

He hadn’t let go of you.

Even after he’d emptied inside you, even after your body had gone limp from the stretch and heat, Brahms stayed wrapped around your much smaller frame, his arms like a cage made of trembling muscle and heat.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled into your neck. “So good. You made me feel… alive.”

You were barely catching your breath when you felt it — the slow grind of his hips again. Still hard. Still huge. “Brahms—” you started, dizzy from the first round.

“I want more,” he whispered. Almost like he was ashamed of how much. “Please. I want to learn more. I want to know what makes you cry. What makes you shake. I want to… hear you beg.”

Your eyes fluttered. He sounded like a man possessed — but still so gentle, like every movement was him holding back a storm.

“You can barely fit,” you said, half-laughing, half-moaning as he pushed back inside, the stretch sharp and deep all over again.

“I know,” he groaned. “That’s why it’s so good.”

He moved slower this time, watching your face with awe as your breath hitched with every thrust. Your legs barely reached around his waist, your smaller hands splayed uselessly against his chest, but he let you guide him anyway — his hips rolling with every soft gasp you gave him. “Tell me what you like,” he whispered. “Tell me everything.”

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, breathless. “I like when you fill me up. I like how careful you are. I like… how you look when you’re losing control.”

His eyes darkened. His rhythm changed.

“You like that?” he murmured, voice rough. “When I stop thinking and just— mph..”

He started to move harder. Not rough, not violent — but with a kind of wildness he didn’t know how to rein in. Your smaller body bounced beneath him, stretched again and again around his thick cock, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Say more,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me,” you gasped. “Everywhere. I want your hands on me. I want you inside and around me. All of you.”

He obeyed immediately — one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other sliding down to your stomach, pressing gently over the bulge he made inside you.

“You’re so tiny,” he whispered, breath shaky. “I can feel myself through your belly. You’re taking me.” Your walls fluttered at the words, and Brahms felt it.

“Oh… oh, you liked that. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

His thrusts became desperate again. Not sloppy — focused. The kind of rhythm that meant he was chasing something. Not just pleasure — a lesson. A reaction. Your undoing.

You came with a sharp cry, body writhing beneath him, shaking around his cock like you were made to be filled by it. Brahms moaned like he was the one breaking.

He kept going.

Your vision blurred. Your thighs trembled. “Brahms— I can’t— it’s too much—”

“No,” he breathed, kissing your forehead as his thrusts grew gentler, deeper. “Just a little more. I’m still learning.”

You came again, with a loud moan which sounded more like a whine then anything.

And he didn’t stop until you were crying his name, clinging to his shoulders, babbling soft praises into his hair.

When he finally came again, it was slow, deep, and quiet — his arms wrapped tightly around you, as if he could fuse your bodies together forever. He kissed your temple. “I think I’m a fast learner,” he said, smiling shyly. You laughed weakly against his chest, spent and full and blissed out.

“Yes,” you murmured. “But you’re insatiable.”

He pulled the blankets around you both like a cocoon and whispered:

“Then you better keep teaching me.”

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Hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request I really enjoyed writing this :)))

[monebula-art]

More Turtle refs for Fleeting! Yes, Harley is the one who made the pants originally, after Mikey almost catches pneumonia. And I was practicing some Leos since in this AU there’s actually farm animals at the Farmhouse. And since Leo decides to be a moody loner out in the barn the second he can walk, I thought it’d be fun if he had some company, even if he doesn’t really want any. Clyde is the name of the draft horse. A gentle giant. And there’s another, older brown colored mare named Bonnie who likes to bite~

I didn’t actually include any design notes on the original post cuz I was a lil burnt out, but this time I’ve got details and closeups under the cut!

Not exactly an original take, but in my FleetingAU, the boys all originated as common red ear sliders. Scale patterns! I had tried it on Leo originally in another sketch and found it so cute that I fell in love with it, so had to give them all their own patterns. The other element was their eyes! Which is one of my favorite parts about them since they have the dark bar pupils horizontally across their irises that common sliders have! Natural turtle eyes are so pretty if you look at them so I had to incorporate it. They also have different plastron patterns and shapes, it they are t all on display here as they were in the full lineup post.

Starting with everyone’s favorite Red Ranger, Raphael! I designed him with a boxier build and shape to his head, with an angled squarish beak and brow ridges. He’s the second tallest of the brothers, with a second heaviest build. I went with a scale pattern that was somewhat similar to Leo’s but the direction of it is different, and I wanted thinner spacing that made it sort of resemble blood splatters. And the pattern under the angle of his jaw almost feels like it could be sideburns which felt lol and rugged, which is Raph’s whole vibe. Seemed to suit him~ Raph also obviously has a few scars about him, with all the brawling he gets into but he’s proud of them, and they’re mostly covered by his mask anyway. His eyes are an amber-brown color, with a sharper and more focused shape to them that always makes him seem like he’s glaring.

Next we got the angst magnet himself, Leonardo. FleetingAU takes place specifically in the 2 month period after the events of The Shredder Strikes Back. So Leo is in his first angst arc over that winter at the Farmhouse. He’s got a lot of fresh scars after the beating he took, including a pretty stark line over his right eye, a gash on his jaw close to his neck, and two claw-like marks on the lower left side of his face. His face shape is the sharpest and most angular, with a smaller beak and more narrowly sloped snout and head. I took a bit of inspiration from Rise of the TMNT’s Leo. ^w^ He’s also the shortest and most lithe of the brothers because Short-Leo supremacy. And also having recently rewatched season 1-5 of 03, he’s always the most flippy and extra with the way he moves. A smaller and more compact build just made more sense for all those acrobatics. His scale pattern is a lot closer in clusters and spaces out as it moves away from his back towards his collarbone, and down his shoulders. I like the ones across his nose the most. His eyes are a somewhat rounded almond shape, with dark blue-grey colored irises.

Up next we got the squishiest smartest boy, Donatello! My bean. This isn’t the most original take either but Donnie is the tallest! He is also the bulkiest and like physically strong turtle. My reasoning is, I like drawing him as a beefy nerd, and in one episode I saw him deadlift a metal support beam off of himself with no assistance. Bro is jacked and you will not change my mind. But since in both his voice and demeanor he just seems like a sweetheart, I made him squishy because I just wanna squish his cheeks, he’s round in the face with the flattest beak of the boys that curves sharply downward almost making him look a little owl-like from the front with a rounder and fuller chin and jaw. Since he’s also the most jacked/heavy of the boys, doing all the crazy cartwheels and flipporama Mikey and Leo can do isn’t as easy to sustain or display for Don. But just like the sturdy Bo staff he wields, Don is a firm standing and sturdy figure with a gentle and soft demeanor. Make no mistake tho, he’s hard as a rock despite how squishable he looks. His scale pattern is more in raised gloves that resemble stripes that start at his snout and line the entire back of his head and around down his shoulders as far as his elbows. He’s got rounder, somewhat sad looking eyes that kinda play into his owlishness, which is fun ass hell to run into at 4am in a pitch black lair. His irises are a forest green color.

Last but obviously not least is my chaotic genius, Michelangelo. Mikey has generally rounder features with a more square jaw, but a sharper beak that’s rounded at the snout kinda like Don’s it just doesn’t slope as steeply. Mikey is the second shortest, with a somewhat squarer build in shape but is narrower/smaller in size and muscle than his brothers obviously. On display by the free form and flippy style of fighting he uses. He’s light on his feet and won’t let anybody forget it. His facial features are gentle, with bright, wide eyes that seem to always turn upward at the ends a little as if he were always smiling. His face has a very gentle and friendly look to it that’s disarming to look at. Like this lil guy won’t hurt me, though he very well could. Won’t look any less cute doing it. His scales are the least clustered in a bubbly freckle-like pattern over his snout, cheeks, head and shoulders down to his elbows. He’s the only one who hasn’t got any scales on his jawline at all I thought it made him look a lil softer/younger in his features. His eyes are chocolate brown, Cuz he’s a sweetie. With Mikey I tend to incorporate his personality in the poses I put him in and the WAY he moves, and less in the distinctness of his appearance.

And there’s the boys! Hope y’all are enjoying my lil FleetingAU previews!

[tswhiisftteedr]

Ok, so this a character draft for an AU I'll be writing, Part 2

(basically a rip-off of one of my dr scripts, for those who know what I'm talking about.)

(The only difference between ver 1 and 2 is the noses)

(These images are available on my art account @maviscarlettie)

I also need help with figuring out this guy's name(even tho I basically already chose, but second opinions are good)!

He's twisted from monstro in pinnocio and, from what I gather, is a sperm whale.

Morven MobikMorven = a name from Celtic/Gaelic origin meaning "lives by the sea," "sea-born," or from Mhorbhairne (“the sea-gap”) Mobik = a stylized twist on Moby Dick, the iconic white whale,

Marius NereusMarius = Latin origin meaning “of the sea” or “male descendant of Mars,” Nereus = a sea god in Greek mythology, father of the Nereids; wise, ancient, and often called the “Old Man of the Sea,”

OK More AU Info

Ok, so this serious (but actually sly) guy is the house warden of Octavinelle at the beginning of the story since it takes place a year early.

He and the vice warden are 4th year and will leave for internships when the game story begins (like mentioned in post 1 NCR is now a 5 year school instead of 4)

He and Mc know each other prior to NCR, which plays into her acceptance since he will vouch for her stay.

Now, why does MC even get sent to NCR if it's not an isekai situation like the game is? Well, just in the same manner that the dark mirror chose video game yuu for some "unknown reason", our mc was chosen because they will bring great change to the school, for better or worse.

Additionally, they weren't just randomly hit by the ebony carriage and brought to the school. No! They, in fact, got the official NCR letter of acceptance/invitation to study there like every one of the students around early July.

Did she send back a letter that basically said that she would be accepting the opportunity and would be attending the school starting September while fully knowing that NCR was a boys' school? Yes.

Did she contact Morven(?) in advance about the situation since she knew of his current schooling and that he was currently Octavinelles dorm head(he became dorm head in his 3rd year)? Yes!

Anyway, they know each other, which helps her weseal her way into staying at NCR even though she is infact not a male student(Though there are a lot of factors that she and he manipulate to stronghand Crowley into accepting).

Mc is a nymph, but I kind of create my own version of what these terms mean in my story, so hardcore mythology fans don't come after me!

She is an estuary nymph, which is the offspring of a sea nymph and a river nymph. Which is very important.

Sea nymphs have powers that would best be categorized as one of a 'siren'. However, they are forever bound by the sea(well, unless you have transformation potions, but it is very unlikely that one would acquire said type of position, and you will see why)

River nymphs can change their form to be able to walk the earth without any potions as long as they are not too far from water that originates from their river/stream. A loophole to this is for one to be carrying a vial containing some of that water on their person.

Now, MC, as an offspring of both, possesses the ability to roam the earth but also uses a voice that is beyond this world~

Those legends about sirens luring sailors with enchanting songs? They're real. But the public got it wrong—they aren't merfolk. They're actually sea nymphs.

To most land folk, sea nymphs look just like merfolk. That’s why no one realizes the truth. The resemblance is close enough to cause confusion, and since humans can’t tell them apart, the nymphs stay hidden in plain sight.

Sea nymphs avoid merfolk deliberately since merfolk can tell the difference—and the nymphs don’t want their existence leaked.

Nymphs are a type of fae, no matter where they come from—sea, river, forest, even volcanoes. They don’t usually hang around other fae either, except for pixies (actually, they speak the language of pixies) Nymphs can vanish into a secret dimension known as the Nymph Realm(placeholder name). Think of it like the mirror dimension in the Halloween event or just the NCR dorms. It's another dimension superimposed on Twisted Wondeland.

Portals to the Nymph Realm are scattered across the world, disguised in nature. A nymph could lift a wave like a blank and step in, push a waterfall open like curtains, step into a seemingly ever-going fire—these are gateways to their realm.

Other beings can enter the Nymph Realm—but only with a nymph escort. And even then, each nymph type (sea, river, forest, etc.) is picky about whom they guide.

Need to travel far? Enter the Nymph Realm. It's a maze-like wonderland, but if you know the paths, you can cover vast distances in Twisted Wonderland just by using that dimension like a shortcut.

Anyways most nymps stay away from all other species; they are very secretive yet relaxed in nature, which is why they wouldn't make contact in most cases just to get a transformation potion.

If anything, if one really wants it, it will go to the more mischevious and chaos-oriented Nymphs(like mc) that roam Twisted Wonderland without a care in the world to procure some for them.

Final points:

Each nymph type has its own rules apposed on them-sea nymphs have beautiful voices but are basically merfolk, river nymphs can walk the earth but need water from their river on them do so, etc.

Mc is the stereotype 'siren' archetype (sultry, seductive, dangerous, etc.) but also somehow a gremilin who is a harbinger of chaos.

(The first bits of info can be found in this post.)

Please comment your thoughts y'all, and stay weird fam!!!

[someiicecube]

I had this post sitting in my drafts for a while and I was suddenly reminded of it haha. 

Anyway, we all know this line from the main character synopsis, right? 

Only humans?

Is this purposeful on the writer's part to specifically mention the curse can only affect humans? Or are humans the only creatures mentioned because that's all the main character has had the chance to... curse with their touch?

Can the curse affect monsters?

Currently, we can't know one way or the other. 

Even if we did touch Leander, bare hand and all, it's Leander. The main character is under the impression that, because he's such a strong and powerful mage recommended to us by the mysterious doctor Kuras himself, it's just something he can do apparently—  although, we as the players know that's not all there is to it... just what is it? Is it part of his supposed monsterous-ness? Does he really know a spell that can protect against our curse? What's Leander's Jungle Juice really made out of? We can't tell yet...

Chosing Leander in this context is such a strategical plot point because he cannot answer our initial question. Is Leander not affected because he cast his little protection spell? Or is Leander not affected because he is/has become a monster?

However, we still can assume that the main character doesn't have full knowledge on what they are capable of with their curse— ya' know, probably being mostly surrounded by humans and such. So, the idea of touching even a monster is probably not a theory anyone wants to test (unless you're a mage, then please do it on some random monster and not the LIs for funzies... unless you want to).

Could this be a seed the writers are planting? Maybe, maybe not. But leaving the question unaswered (by Leander), again, makes the player and main character cautious by nature.

But what if they did slip up?

What if they slipped up and it happened on accident? 

Your bare fist colliding into Ais' chest, skin-on-skin but still a solid blow. Your hand desperately reaching out for Kuras' own, just wanting to feel his warmth once more only for a moment. Your palm sweeping against Vere's shoulder, pushing him away, your skin brushing along the thin translucent fabric. Or your fingers digging into Mhin's wrist as their dagger hovers right above you, their pulse hard against your uncovered touch.

It's startling. It's something you didn't mean to do. Fear grips you immediately; dread rises as your stomach falls. You are as quick to let go of them as your eyes are to look them in the eye and...

Nothing.

While, it wouldn't come as a shock to either Vere or Ais. Kuras, who the main character wouldn't know is an angel at this point, and Mhin are another eyebrow raiser for sure. It didn't affect them, when you know it should. If it doesn't affect them... that would only make the MC raise many more questions about Leander in turn. Ah, what a dramatic way to reveal the fact that the person you fancy is a monster.

Other notes and thoughts:

While, yes, an interesting idea to think about. I'm torn between wanting the monsters to be immune and 'fuck it, this curse affects everyone, even your pet rock ain't safe'. I can't help but feel this idea also lowers the stakes of the MC's curse... if done wrong.

Let's say this, the curse doesn't have an effect on monsters, right? But for each monsterous LI there will be a catch. Say, Vere, for example; a monster who lusts for power beyond him... having a human like yourself with such a deadly curse, well, who's to say it wouldn't give him a few ideas on how to use you it. What? You're still planning on finding a cure? Oh no, but you have him now, don't you? Why need a cure when you have him, your curse, and your soon-to-be mindless worshippers at your feet?

(Won't lie writing some of Vere's points made me think of Leander, but that's manipulation for you)

Or think Kuras, a doctor, an angel who passed through the shroud to watch over humanity. How would Kuras feel if the person he's grown so close to decides their curse isn't worth getting rid of now that you have him— can't you see the danger in yourself anymore?

Or try with, like some previous theories once said for us touching Leander: it doesn't affect him now... but eventually he will devolve into madness like the rest of everyone. But don't just apply that to Leander, now think of everyone else. Imagine finally finding someone you can touch without consequences. It's something that gets your blood rushing and heart pounting with a feeling your haven't felt in a while! However... the more and more you do so, you've noticed they've changed. They're more irritated, they've been having more headaches than normal, and their once beautiful smile twists into something dreadfully familiar. Congratulations, you've made your beloved mad with love! Here's the bad ending! Yipee!

Really, in the end it's all a balancing act, the stake were there and you don't want to take them away before the climax. If you do, place something else in its steed— something to raise them even further than what was initially thought possible.

[katyspersonal]

I need to share this information with someone because its a huge revelation and it drives me insane that this fanbase is still peddling the lie that there was a cut ending for SOTE. Okay, here goes - demoncorejr on Bluesky, I am not affiliated, made an interesting post about the original design of the Divine Gate which includes a possible answer for the lost cutscene of Miquella at the end of the first SOTE trailer. I implore you to read their full post, it is some excellent datamining.

This, combined with the cut Miquella dialogue where he is still addressing Radhan, leads me to fully believe that this cutscene was just an early draft of the phase 2 cutscene of him stepping out of the gate - not an ending where he was going to 'unveil' the Land of Shadow, which would have been impossible to implement into the base game technically anyway, given how huge the Land of Shadow is!

Would love to hear your thoughts on the matter.

ENDING WHERE MIQUELLA WOULD "UNVEIL" THE LAND OF SHADOW WAS NEVER MEANT TO EXIST AS REVEALED BY A DATAMINER!!!

Lol sorry I NEEDED a header to pique the interest of all 6 of you who are reading fdsjfhsd Anon, thank you for bringing this to my attention, because I already did have a thought that maybe the scene with Miquella reaching for the Scadutree was just one of the angles of him stepping out of the gate!!! I did not address it because I wondered if it was overthinking, but seems like I should have trusted my hunch? XD

Okay so, here is the thread in question:

This was an interesting read, so here are some core points I want to reshare as thread is a bit long:

1) The original draft of the Divine Gate was appearing to look very bloody and rotting, just like it looked in the SOTE promo trailer where Marika pulled some golden strings out from it:

Here images themselves, for closer look:

2) The arena was ALSO going to be rather "liquid", full of blood/rotted waters/whatever!

3) The initial intent is also still there in some ways; according to KERA, the initial textures were tweaked to have that pale, petrified, "sandy" look to them, to fit the surroundings. Including two screenshots because it is a video file on Bluesky of moving a slider and idk how to reshare it:

The second, very brown one, is correct colors of this texture, and the first screenshot is a tweak, not actual way this texture is intended to be!

I needed to reshare the key points from the thread and paraphrase, but yeah guys, read the whole thing, it is very insightful! So yeah, you can really see how initially they intended to keep the Divine Gates the same as it was shown in the trailer:

4) There is still effect for the corpses attached to the gate to bleed:

So that brings us to the question: how does it prove that a different Miquella's ending was never a thing?

5) The Miquella's cutscene seen in the trailer was cropped due to artistic changes of what the DIVINE GATE looked like, not plot changes!

They could not show him stepping into a bloody and decaying arena anymore, because.... it was no longer bloody and decaying! THIS was the change!

ok sorry I will stop with the Big Text lol

But yes, I am absolutely convinced that they've removed it over this reason! As for why the Divine Gate changed, I am not sure? I think maybe it would thematically fit more that Marika "killed" it when she pulled the golden strings from it? Or artistically it would not feel right if Miquella came out of a very "dirty" and bloody spot all perfectly clean and devoid of all "filth", so the gate had to look very polished and clean for the lack of better term?

I've also mentioned that I thought so myself, and after your ask, I finally remembered why:

(Start from 2:20) In this video, the creator does point out it simply looks like the essentially same cutscene, but from another angle and, well, with different arena!

You also can see the map further changed, like this tower appearing!

So, yeah, when I saw that video it felt legit, but not convincing enough, yet the thread you shared was a life-savior!!

I also do agree that it was obvious from the start that an extra ending with Miquella would never happen, unveiling Shadow Land or not! Miyazaki said RIGHT after the trailer dropped in the interview, that SOTE would not have an impact on the base game!

(From this ( x ) page)

The effects of "unveiling" the Land of Shadow would be so drastic that there would be no way to preserve the base game map with the changes. It would straight up jump into a new ending... that was confirmed to not happen!

[mothiepillie]

Okay, time for something good today!

I GOT HIM YAAAASSS BITCHHESSSS!!

I'm literally so damn happy, you have no idea how excited I am to have finally got this lil guy! Usually a figurine alone costs around 40 to nearly a 100 bucks, depending on the condition or version like the elite guard one. But I got him for 36 ish bucks which is very good! He's got his lil shurikens too which is even better and they're on there good so I'm gonna leave them on him cuz I wanna lol.

The only thing that's missing from what I can tell is his thumb which I can fix up with no problem.

Poor thing 😔, I hope it didn't come off in the box or something. It probably was always missing and I never noticed in the picture but I'm totally okay with it! His head is still there, his accessories are still on him, his cute lil door wings are intact and so is the rest of him! He's a tad dusty but I can clean him with no problem.

Also I deadass thought you can move his fingers because there's "joints" on them, but my god was I wrong! Oh well lol

Next in line is Blitzwing which is like 140 bucks out the box and Megatron which is I think around 60-30 bucks.

Both figurines alone, both TFA 😭😭

TFA toys are the most expensive one that I personally think you can collect, but I got lucky with Prowl! Let's just hope I can afford Blitzwing and Megatron soon 🥲. That, and getting a G1 Skywarp or a Blokees TFO Starscream and Megatron.

Anyways y'all, here's a lil photoshoot with my new baby! (Yes I call them my babies because I love them so much and they genuinely bring me joy)

Damn he's tall! Oh well, I still love them both 💕

Update: I made him a new thumb! 💞

He's happy, I'm happy, it turned out very well! It's not exactly perfect but it's very close!

(just used some air dry clay, a very difficult attempt at color matching the paint, and nail glue since I don't have super glue 💔 imma fix it later)

Other than that, I'm very happy to have him and he will be very loved and cared for 💕

Up next Blitzwing, Lockdown and Megatron 👀

Btw this was in my drafts for a little bit, I just forgot to post it yesterday cuz I wanted more pictures

[solxamber]

Could you perhaps give us a little peak on what are the nect fics you'll post? The holiday event placed it on hold for so long😔

i'm in the kitchen and the kitchen is on fire

I have some i'll be posting soon but also

i have like 20 active drafts rn and the editing is rougher than the writing itself for me so it might a little while till they see the sun but here's a few sneak peeks: (I'll probably change some parts but anyways!)

1. Concept: Stuck in a timeloop with Idia

“This can’t be happening,” Idia was saying, his eye twitching erratically. “It’s just like World Recoil 2.0! The DLC that no one wanted! The algorithm hates me. I must’ve angered RNGesus—why else would I be cursed with infinite suffering?”

You stared at him blankly, your mind about ten steps behind his spiraling panic. “We’re... what now?”

He stopped dead in his tracks, spinning to face you with the kind of manic energy you’d only seen him use when trying to win a rare gacha pull. “A TIMELOOP. We’re in a timeloop. It’s a classic scenario!”

Your brain struggled to process this declaration. After a long moment, you let out a hollow laugh and sank into the nearest chair. “Okay. Sure. We’re in a timeloop. Makes perfect sense. What do we do now? Call Bill Murray?”

2. Concept: Mafia au (Vil x reader)

You answered, leaning back in your chair. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was distorted, trying—and failing—to sound intimidating. “We have your man.”

You blinked. “Uh… what man?”

“Don’t play dumb! We have Rook Hunt—and if you ever want to see him alive again, you’ll do as we say!”

Rook. They kidnapped Rook. Oh no.

“Oh, no. That’s terrible. He must be so scared.”

The person on the other end hesitated, clearly caught off guard by your mild response. “Uh. Yes. He’s terrified! Screaming! Definitely regretting all his choices!”

Vil frowned, tapping a perfectly manicured finger against his wine glass. “Lying,” he mouthed.

“No kidding,” you muttered, before raising your voice again. “Listen, uh… person-who-definitely-has-Rook. You might want to double-check who’s the hostage here.”

“What?” the kidnapper demanded. “We tied him up! There’s no way he’s—”

A blood-curdling scream cut through the phone, and in the background, you heard someone shout, “Help! He’s unstoppable!”

You pressed your lips into a thin line to keep from laughing. “Yeah. That’s Rook for you. He really likes a good game of cat and mouse.”

The person shrieked again, and you thought you could faintly make out Rook’s laughter—a terrifyingly cheerful sound considering the context.

“I’m going to hang up now,” you said pleasantly. “Good luck, though!”

“WAIT!”

Click.

You set the phone back on the table, and Vil sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of all the insipid people… kidnapping Rook?”

“Should we warn them he carries extra knives?” you asked, half-serious.

“No need,” Vil said, taking a graceful sip of wine. “They’ll figure it out soon enough.”

3. Hero / Villain AU except the hero (Rook) cares more about flirting during the fights

“You’re supposed to fight me, not flirt with me!” you snapped, dodging his unnecessarily elegant sword swing.

“Ah, but why can’t it be both, mon magnifique nemesis?” Rook countered, parrying your staff with a flourish. “Tell me, have you ever considered conquering a restaurant menu instead of the world? Perhaps… over dinner with me?”

You blinked. The constructs you summoned waved tiny “YES” flags behind him. Somewhere, thunder awkwardly stalled.

“I… what? NO.”

“Très bien,” Rook replied, grinning. “Then I shall vanquish you with charm instead.”

For the first time in your villainous career, you started considering early retirement.

[lemonstars8583]

hello 😈😈 uhh ppl are gonna see this and be like “huh” but i don’t ❤️ care very much at all ❤️

so remember that CTW AU is posted abt well here’s where bonbon is 😭 !! hooraaay!!

there’s that weird minigame in into the pit (the game) that has bonbon so i was like okay in this AU millie isn’t even dead so like. that minigame wouldn’t exist but what if… bonbon… in real life instead..

so Oswald finds bonbon deactivated in the weird ballpit world (and yes i have an explanation for this i’ll leave it under the cut as well as some extra info), accidentally wakes him up, and bonbon does not fucking like him but he’s like “okay you’ve been here before and left?? let’s make a deal i’ll help you survive and you get me the fuck out of here”. so it’s like a reluctant alliance turned eventual friendship.

TLDR: Freddy gets in a fight with baby, badly injured, thrown out, taken in by Jeff’s Pizza when it was a bit more popular, kids climb on him daily and eventually break his arm off, bonbon falls into ballpit and freddy can’t find him. he gets thrown out again because kids have trashed him. a few years pass while he’s stuck in the junkyard and bonbon is unconscious in the ballpit world in the past. Oswald finds him and they

If that sounded interesting here’s the full ramble ⬇️⬇️

Considering one of bonbon’s functional purposes on funtime freddy being a lookout (bonbon is described as “parental tracking/360 pivot” on freddy’s blueprints.) I think he’d use that to help Oswald and act as a lookout, keeping track of where threats are and informing him when one’s coming closer and from what direction. he would try to trick him sometimes out of pure mischief though.

also i think bonbon himself probably wouldn’t have that “kill kids when they’re alone” programming just because he’s so small so he wouldn’t get the job done quickly, he would probably only tell freddy “hey nobody’s around, get that kid” so with freddy not even there he isn’t much of a threat to Oswald unless he chooses to be.

AAANYWAY how bonbon got in the ballpit ❤️ keep in mind a lot of this is entirely from my brain. at this point we’re getting into “entirely canon divergent” levels of AU so be warned

i thought it would be funny if freddy and cb got into a fight and cb just beat the shit out of him. based on 2 things: 1. the fight when they kicked baby out of the ennard hivemind and 2. a roblox rp i was in 😭😭 LOLL it wasn’t a serious rp (at least not on my end, i think the person playing CB was being for real) but it was so funny i loved it

SO anyway i figured the only reason they were able to beat baby was because it was all the funtimes working together and because they were kind of all equally distributed in ennard. i think if it was just funtime freddy trying to fight circus baby he would 100% lose she’s like a foot taller than him

so freddy gets his shit rocked, and management is like “we’re done with this guy he sucks” and throws him out. Jeff’s Pizza picks him up like “hell yeah weird mascot thing” and puts him in the ballpit room to stand there and let kids climb on him. eventually because he’s still pretty broken his arm breaks off from the weight of a bunch of kids hanging on it and it falls into the ballpit. later on he goes looking for his arm and bonbon and can’t find either of them.

the pizza place ends up throwing him out because the kids are just trashing him and he ends up in the junkyard where millie’s grandpa finds him years later. I’d imagine in that time he would become an urban legend of sorts, wandering around looking for things nobody can find, and taking the life of the occasional kid who’s out past their bedtime. He’d become more jaded and cynical instead of his former silly self during this time too.

HI GUYS FUTURE LEMON HERE i had this in drafts and now im looking at it again. there’s a detail i forgot! while time passes in the ballpit world, no time passes in the real world 😃 fuck! SOO that kinda fucks this story up but ALSO. this is an AU. i can do what i want. and i don’t think the story will be too horribly affected if i just disregard that? so that’s what im doing 👍

[diodellet]

try wishing for it: magical girl au ~author's note~

warning for: Puella Magi Madoka Magica spoilers and more yandere headcanoning

Read the fanfic first before you spoil yourself on my rambling 😇

I did not expect to be able to transition from draft to posting that quickly for a fic of this length (or maybe it just felt faster because the stars aligned for my motivation and brainworms to work together? who knows)

Will I ever continue this AU? Maybe if I get clubbed in the head by more Scarabia brainworms, I might write oneshots/short scenes, but I don’t see myself writing for any of the other twst charas.

Anyways onto the ramblings galore:

Inspirations:

The verse that the fic’s title is ripped from goes: “Saying, ‘it’s like magic!’ / immersed in this sensation, even if I try wishing for it, / I know it’s nothing but playing with dolls //” (tl credits to Releska).

Tbh, analyzing poetry/song lyrics isn’t my biggest strength, but I know that Mahou Shoujo, as a genre, tends to touch on themes of adolescence like innocence vs. jadedness in the face of the real world and its many issues, just stepping into and growing out of adolescence as one of those uncomfortable transitions in life.

Stepping into young adulthood is scary, and most people my age don’t even know what the hell they’re doing. So for Reader, I gave them that highschooler-trying-to-be-capable-and-mature persona, with a tinge of anxieties that a young person would have.

*I’ll elaborate more on the Puella Magi inspirations in a later section, but yes, that was also a major inspiration for this fic

Vagueness:

Compared to my usual long-winded writing style, this fic ended up a bit more short and ambiugous in its prose. Partially because I didn’t want to procrastinate on writing this by rewatching my favorite Mahou Shoujo franchises.

(but also mainly because partial aphantasia lets gooo, detailed visuals are not my strong suit, I’m leaving Reader’s outfit and weapon blank for people to insert anything they’d like)

I mainly wanted to emphasize the character moments between Reader and Kyubey!Scarabia, which ended up becoming more conflicting and interesting than I initially drafted.

(It helps that Jamil is a shady guy, he set up the foreshadowing on his own. Kalim on the other hand, my god, maybe it's just me but I had a harder time characterizing. Why is he so loud and friendly, it makes his manipulation so much more covert grr)

Gold (and Red, I guess):

I lied, there was one visual aspect I wanted to highlight throughout the story, which were Scarabia’s trademark colors of gold and red. Anything gold mentioned in the fic is traced back to them. So every moment of Kalim and Jamil using magic, Reader’s magic, the bangle that Jamil gifts them, the wraith in the beginning having a (formerly) gold collar. (I would've added a description of something gold on each wraith, but I didn't want to be too heavy-handed with the repetition.)

(yes i had thoughts of jamil just giving them a golden collar…but ooo…held off on that instead, it could be a standalone what-if scenario…a corruption arc premise…ooo…someone remind me about this, i might forget)

I also mention jamil++the color red in this fic because I had to put Snake Whisper in, I can’t not 🙈

(that bit of kalim’s healing magic was me trying to make a reference to Oasis Maker, it feels a bit scuffed to me, but i don't think he’d ever get the urge to drown the world. truly sunshine boy's such a covert yandere it almost made me tear my hair out)

Kyubey!Scarabia, Some Difficulties and Omissions:

In Puella Magi, the little satanspawn named Kyubey is actually short for “Incubator,” who hails from an alien civilization tasked with preventing the heat death of the universe. Turns out the emotions of teenage girls is a very potent energy source. So he turns girls into magical girls to fight Witches and when those magical girls succumb to despair, they become the very thing that they fight against, producing vast amounts of energy for them to use.

(Though I changed it from ‘Witches’ to ‘Wraiths’ for this fanfic. I also did away with the Witches’ Labyrinth to lessen the amount of exposition. I jus think Witches work better in a visual medium.)

Another standout characteristic of Kyubey is his eerie sense of apathy to the characters’ suffering, which was Difficult to incorporate into Kalim since that guy’s got buckets of empathy. Until I realized that i could spin this into a kind of “warped” love.

Kalim loved each and every magical girl that he’s worked with, and of course he gets sad that they eventually become a wraith. But as an Incubator, his grieving is more akin to a rich person feeling sad over the death of a pet. He’s very quick to turn his attention to the next shiny thing (that’s you/Reader! Ain’t that great!🥴)

Also @jessamine-rose gave me this hc of Kalim amassing little trinkets from every magical fighter, like a ribbon accessory or a piece of their wand, collecting these little charms. Just, the idea of him saying that he’ll cherish Reader’s own treasure, and the way that could go from reassuring to chilling. (now i’m spreading that hc to yall instead of pingponging it in my brain😇)

On the idea of Jamil and love, I think he just loves holding power over magical girls #MegalomaniacThingz (ignore that growing fondness in the fever scene, he was just playing the part of helpful familiar or sumn /shrug)

There's definitely room for some kind of intense fascination to reader, knowing that they surprised him with their resilience. Yeah sorta like Tokyo Mew Mew's Ichigo and Quiche...

(i was crying so hard at having to axe forehead kissies for the second time, but it was a necessary omission😔)

Misc. Extras:

As a palate cleanser, just imagine plush ball!jamil carrying a plastic bag twice his size… (i was struggling with the dialogue during that fever scene, this was how i kept myself from spiraling too far)

In line with the genie of the lamp story, Kyubey!Scarabia gets the three wishes for their magical girls, with the third wish eventually corrupting the magical girl into a wraith.

I guess the other dorms would have something unique for the magical girls that they create? (not having wi-fi for the past few days gave me some half-baked ideas)

Like Heartslabyul imposing a rigid set of rules on their magical girls, which are of course rigged against the inherently flawed nature of humans and their emotions.

Savanaclaw and Pomefiore are similar, you fight until you can’t. Or in Pome’s case, you fight until you become an unrecognizable monster.

I imagine that Octavinelle and Ignihyde are the most similar to the original Kyubey of Puella Magi. You make a wish, fight the wraiths, reap the consequences of a wish, and eventually succumb to the vicious system they have laid out. Only Octavinelle’s version is Sayaka Miki-core, while Ignihyde’s plays out like a video game-ified version of Hercules’ trials. (Also, Ignihyde deffo keeps a compendium of each magical girl and wraith).

For Diasomnia, it could kinda follow Sleeping Beauty's plot, where there's a curse that the magical girl has to work against, while being aided with blessings from the fairies/Malleus' retinue (tho in this case, i guess Malleus ends up being revealed as the one creating the wraiths?)

tl;dr: This fic was so fun to write, I can almost forgive the usual agonies that plague me. I'm a writer who heavily prefers soft worldbuilding. Scarabia makes me so ill.

tagging: @viperwhispered @twstgo