#as per usual I'll give some of the lore here

[lizarr7]

The final batch: Ozlem. Salem absolutely slaughtered me with those antlers. Queen of Extra. (team rwby and team strq)

[o-sachi]

─── Sachi's Selfship Event ✦

Heya, here's my event for my 500 followers milestone. It's been fun writing my silly thoughts and sharing it on this blog. Thanks for all the support y'all have given me. But, as I've mentioned in my last post, I'll start writing on a different blog.

eermmm... update?

✦ The Event ───

Basically, you tell me about your selfship and I give you a set of headcanons based on the SFW alphabet (see content under the cut for the alphabet). For moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

For fandoms, please keep it within Blue Lock, Wind Breaker, Mashle, and Kaiju no. 8!

✦ Instructions ───

Send me an ask containing the following: your chosen character, your chosen letters, your likes & dislikes, love languages (receiving and giving), hobbies, interests, basic description of your appearance, picrews, random facts, some of your own lore about your selfship, etc. —literally everything that can help me write a more accurate set of headcanons

* Since some people might not be comfortable sharing their info, I’ll keep the asks in my inbox and tag you on your post instead. But if you’re on anon, I have no choice but to answer the ask.

✦ Rules ───

1. Do not rush me with your request. If you’ve sent me an ask, I’ve definitely read it.

2. Only one selfship per person!

3. Do not include any nsfw information in the ask that you will send me.

Note: Depending on the amount of asks I get, I might not be able to fulfill all of them. Of course, moots and followers take priority!

Fulfilled Letters !

✉️: Letter for Lumi ✉️: Letter for Candy ✉️: Letter for Amy ✉️: Letter for Rye

✉️: Letter for Maru ✉️: Letter for Chiya ✉️: Letter for Miro✉️: Letter for Jei

✉️: Letter for Mari ✉️: Letter for Luvlyycy

Check under the cut for the letters you can choose from ~

These are just general descriptions for each letter, but based on the info you'll give me, I can delve into it deeper and provide stuff beyond what is written here.

A - Affection How do they show their affection for you? Do they get bouts of cuteness aggression?

B - Best Quality What they think is/are your best quality/ies and why

C - Comfort How do they comfort you when you're sad and down?

D - Dates What kind of dates do you two like to go on? How frequent?

E - Early Relationship How did you two get together? What was it like when you were just first starting out?

F - Fights What do you usually fight over? Do you quarrel often? How do things get resolved? Who says sorry first?

G - Gifts Their favorite gift that they got from you or a gift they've given to you. Do they like receiving gifts? If so, what kinds?

H - Hugs Are they a hugger? What kinds of hugs do they prefer? What about cuddling?

I - Intimacy What makes you feel connected at a deeper level? What kind of romance do you have?

J - Jealousy How jealous are they? How do they deal with it?

K - Kisses How do they kiss you? Do they like kissing?

L - Laughter What are your inside jokes? What do you usually laugh about together? Who's funnier?

M - Memories What is your most cherished memory together?

N - Nicknames Do they like nicknames? If so, what do they like to be called or what do they call you?

O - Other People What do other people think about your relationship? (Family, friends, co-workers, etc.)

P - Patience How patient are they? Who's the more patient one between the two of you? What happens if they lose their patience?

Q - Quirks What are some quirks you adopted from each other? Or what are the quirks that only come out when you're together?

R - Rituals What are some things in your routines that you like to do together? Is it common or unusual? How frequent is it? Is it a daily, weekly, or annual thing?

S - Support How do they show their support for your hobbies and interests? How involved are they?

T - Time Apart How do you spend your time apart? Who caves first? Who handles it better?

U - Uniqueness What sets you apart from other couples?

V - Values What are your shared values?

W - Wildcard Random headcanon about your relationship

X - XOXO What are the little things that they do for you? Do you notice them or maybe they go unnoticed?

Y - Yin & Yang How do you complement each other? How do you make them a better person? Or how do you make them happier? Are you two opposites or are you more similar to each other?

Z - Zrandom (sorry ran out of ideas, forgive me) Pick a theme or any topic and I'll make a headcanon for it :)

Again, for moots and followers that I recognize, I’ll do 10 letters. For everyone else, 8 letters. And for anons, 6 letters.

[nightscythe]

Hello! hope you are all keeping well and had a good May ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

as promised, I wanted to give a short update. very sorry for literally just updating my pinned post and not saying anything else, it was a mix of poor planning and hating saying goodbye...

most importantly:

new fic coming later today,

an upcoming primarch wedding series (more below),

and sorry to everyone who send in requests and is very patiently waiting for me to post! especially on the fic front.

finally got over my fear of writing about magnus. expect it in a couple of hours, i usually schedule posts to go at like 11am or 12pm. on that topic, i'll swiftly move onto what's upcoming and where i was ᵔᵕᵔ

i genuinely don't expect anyone to read all of this, but writing this out is almost like a plan for me to refer back to. years of project management is changing me. i'll have a standard operating procedure next and a project plan.

going forward i'd like to spend more time working on actual pieces of writing, i.e. series, one shots/fics, etc. as opposed to headcanons. i enjoy doing them, and will continue to do them, but it did start to have an impact on the writing i primarily want to do. 18x primarchs means each headcanon was taking up my whole evening, plus planning during the day, so i didn't have a lot of time to do what i actually wanted. i was trying to post at least one a day and yeah, it was burning me out hard.

mentioning posting, i will probably be posting writing less in the hopes i can increase the quality of what i'm posting. i probably will never think its good enough, but that's a me thing. but rushing something at 2am so its posted the next day is never any good. what i'm thinking of doing is a loose schedule for me to work to: update a series on monday, post headcanons on wednesday, an individual piece on fridays, and then anything else i get round to over the weekend. drabbles not included as i tend to just write them on my phone when i'm making dinner or in a game lobby, etc. i do this at work to keep me motivated, and have also started doing this for chores and it helped, so.. worth a try. i mentioned it before but i do have adhd and motivation is probably my biggest struggle alongside actually focusing on what i'm doing.

related to posting, as mentioned i'm going to start a primarch wedding series. coincidentally i got loads of requests about proposals, wedding day, etc at the same time so rather than a bunch of kind of related headcanons, i'll probably do it per primarch. idk if this has been done before, if it has, please let me know and i'll change it so mine is unique. i'm thinking something like those a-z posts, but really unsure. something to think about whilst i finish my civ campaign tonight.

i'm probably also going to be posting works that aren't related to warhammer. i'm not sure what yet, but i've always been apprehensive to post anything else in the past. i have series for simon riley half finished, an entire oc plotline for elden ring and dark souls, a lot of x reader stuff from elder scrolls, and a mix of everything for baldur's gate which has mostly come from my dnd sessions and the game. so that's just an aside. if it doesn't work out, i'll maybe have a sideblog for it.

on a related note, i'm going to be changing how things look on here a bit because i'm very particular about things being uniform and every time i look at my masterlist a piece of me fades... it's so plain and boring and just looks shit. now i've figured out what i want nightscythe to be (oh, it has a whole backstory and lore based plot, just wait), i'm going to align everything. unfortunately my want to sit there and do everything is minimal until i've found the exact style i'm going for. one change i did make was updating my icon. i don't draw very often because i criticise everything i draw, but my boyfriend said he liked it so it was good enough for me. more to come on that front though. i need some new banners, too.. but don't get me started on all that.

finally, on where i have been:

i have mentioned but primarily my motive for taking a break was university, i had lots to submit over the month and it was near impossible to try and keep on top of all of it. i also have ulnar tunnel on my right side and excessive typing makes it 100x worse, so it just made sense. but at the same time towards the end of april i was experiencing a lot of issues with my confidence around writing in general, so it was essentially a welcomed and well-timed break.

the confidence thing has mostly gone and i'll be honest it was in part due to the circulating posts around style, lore, etc. which i definitely fell into because i do tend to focus on the less grimdark side of warhammer; emulating my original description, sunshine and rainbows warhammer content. instead of dwelling i've just decided to put more effort into making sure my works do acknowledge that setting at the very least. my x reader works are more lighthearted and not for everyone, but my x oc works are far more grimdark and firmly set within the lore (albeit, additions to), if you follow me and that's what you're looking for.

if you did read all that, firstly sorry for yapping, secondly thank you for being here.

i mentioned before, i've been in a few different fandoms on here, and this has been the most welcoming so far and everyone is supportive, which is nice. i didn't even think i'd find a space to want to post anything i wrote again, so every time i do come on here, my heart is filled with a lot of joy and love for you all ♡

[wingfleur]

Your writing is making me want to get into the batman fandom 😭😔 where do I even start?

SNAILLLLLLL omg hello lovely i see you on my dash all the timeeeee! i hope ur doing well darling :)

firstly, that is such a HUGE compliment, you don’t even understand! i am #veryflattered by that 💗 secondly, i only properly started getting into dc quite recently myself (the last 6 months), so take what i say with a grain of salt, LOL. there's no right or wrong way to get into comics, so do your own research to see what suits your tastes best! that's really what will dictate where you should start, but as for the batman stuff? i'm just passing on the knowledge that’s been passed down to me from my friends and the internet LMFAOAOAO. i'll put all my recommendations under the cut:

okay, so the dc universe has been to hell and back, so it’s 100% understandable to not know where to start. there is also SOOOO much batman content out there, so to make it easier for you, i’m gonna list some titular runs that'll allow you to start wrapping your head around who exactly the bats are and what the hell they do. first thing i’d pick up is batman: hush. ik some people think you should start with some other runs first, but i personally started w/ hush. there's an animated film for it too, but i haven't watched it. i will say that it doesn’t get into bruce's backstory or anything, but it introduces you to all of the major characters in batman’s universe; it'll more or less bring you up to speed with what the hell goes on in gotham. after that, read batman: year one for bruce's origin story. you can 100% read this before hush if you feel like you need to, though! also, most of the important characters in the dcu have a year one issue, which will give you give you a look into their backstories. very informative stuff 🙂‍↕️

after that, i’d pick up dc rebirth! rebirth is essentially dc retconning the new 52, which, in short, was dc trying to make the universe easier to understand, but it actually turned out to be a fucking trainwreck instead 💀. unfortunately, dc really has a thing for… not writing its characters well sometimes, LMFAO, especially when it comes to handling trauma and abuse, but that’s neither here nor there!

lastly, i’d pick up the detective series! it's a batman anthology, and there are like… a lot of those, negl, but it’s a very great way to start learning who the hell batman and robin actually are. there’s the original runs from the pre-crisis era during the 30s and 40s, and then the rebirth runs during the post-crisis era, which is right now. per usual, i'd start w/ the rebirth runs. after stomaching all of that, LMFAO, you can pick and choose what you read/watch next based on what characters you're interested in and what you wanna see! there's so much out there-- the justice league, superman, the flash, etc. at this point, it's all about who tickles ur fancy most! 😩

now, as you can tell, i like jason todd and dick grayson a lot, LOL, so if you’re into them too, i’ll leave a few recommendations! but only start these after getting familiar with the batman lore (aka reading the stuff up above)! for jason specifically, i’d read death in the family (which you should honestly just read in general, super important to the batman storyline), and watch under the red hood (2010). there’s more red hood content out there, but dc is notorious for fucking up jason's storyline and character all of the time, so i’m just gonna suggest those two. it's all i can suggest in good conscience, tbh...

as for dick, he’s a character with a LOT of history, so there’s a LOT to read about him. he was the first robin, then created the titans, then became nightwing, and some more crazy shit that i won't spoil, so that journey is more or less reflective of his reading order, too. but, for all of our sakes, i'm gonna keep it simple: again, after reading all of the batman stuff from above, check out the new teen titans, then the nightwing comics (the chuck dixon and rebirth issues specifically). after that, it's really up to you to choose where to go from there! u can also 100% slide into my inbox or dms to yap and ask more questions if any of this wasn't clear, or if you want more advice. i look forward to seeing the potential snail dc fanfics on my dashboard >:) i hope this helped! have fun lovie!

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[ofironandivory]

Do your s/i-s have some type of lore bout them? How did you/your s/i and your f/o meet? Any of them!

Yes absolutely!! Each of my self inserts have their own lore, some quite extensive even!!

I'll only write for some that I've been focusing on, so I don't take up most of your dash (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Wisp: Don't Starve Together S/I - They are an affection based booster character, so their benefits entirely depend on who the player chooses as their survivor. Each survivor has their own affection percentage, Wilson and Webber being the highest; therefore having more perks. They're effectively immortal but their sanity can affect the player's experience, due to shadow monsters attaching themselves to the survivor

Affection bonuses for them are:

Extra resources after encountering

One random item per day

Fighting beside the survivor during attacks

Random healing item once survivor's health reaches a certain amount

Merms' hostility radius becomes severely decreased, so the survivor would need to be up close to be attacked

Small sanity boost after inspecting them

Some of the perks are entirely unavailable if their affection level is too low. Players can gain/lose affection points based on the following behaviors and interactions:

Inspecting them once a day

Offering them food, regardless of their liked/disliked meals

Giving them something to do (cook, chop wood, fish, etc)

Spending time with them

And the opposite applies, if a player goes too long "ignoring" them they'll remove themselves from the players surroundings, either taking back things they've given the survivors or by eating up half of the survivor's sanity

100 affection, always: Wilson and Webber

90-80: Willow, Wendy, Wormwood, Wurt, Warly

70-60: WX-78, Wes, Wickerbottom

50: Wigfrid, Walter

40-30: Wanda, Wortox, Woodie

20-10: Wolfgang

0: Maxwell

The lower the starting affection points, the harder it is to raise it. So a Maxwell player would need around five days to max out their affection while a Willow player would only need a day at most

They are essentially a player that managed to transfer themselves into the game, but Charlie has "compressed" them, to the best of her ability, to not overstep and interfere with her plans. Because of that, they can't remember anything before arriving at the constant, all they know is that they have the instinct to care for and protect their beloveds and friends

Wisp has abilities that can help the survivors, as previously mentioned, but being alone for too long will cause their overthinking to materialize into shadow monsters, varying from whispers coming from the dark, to giants who can and will destroy the survivors' bases and belongings

To encounter them, each survivor must find themselves at a unique situation that reflects Wisp's relationship with them. Here's a few examples:

Wilson will be guided by a trail of candles, to a clearing in the woods. This event occurs during dusk and once he arrives at the clearing, a portal on the ground will open up, having Wisp pop out of it and having all the candles disappear alongside the otherworldly entrance they've arrived in.

Webber will encounter an oversized spider nest, seemingly way past it's usual "final" size. It will wriggle and thrash while a handful of spiders hiss around it. If it decides to shave the nest, Wisp's face will be revealed. The more he breaks the nest down, the more of Wisp's body will be revealed, until they are entirely free.

Wendy will find a bouquet at a grave in one of the world's cemeteries, once picked up the item will trigger a crying sound that will become louder or quieter depending on the direction she heads in. If Wendy goes towards it, she'll find Wisp crying at a dug up grave.

Wigfrid would find a stage play set up and would need to have her helmet and spear equiped to be able to walk on stage and act. Once her performance was done, clapping would be heard from the other side of the curtain, only when she steps out of stage will she be able to spot Wisp.

Maxwell would need to mine one of his own statues, which would promptly drop an eerie note that reads "The first step for that book to have been read by you was to have someone else write it." This event would cause the game to freeze for a moment, before having one of Maxwell's shadow servants morph into Wisp instead.

Emerie: Arcane S/I - An alien from a planet populated by a species of anthropomorphic salamanders, each "tribe" adapting to their surroundings and having their appearance affected by it; hence why she looks like an axolotl! She arrived on Runeterra inside a meteorite, where she had essentially hibernated herself into after being abandoned by her peers over her taking the blame for her own abuse.

She met Jinx when the blue haired woman broke open the meteorite, interested in the glowing hex crystals that held it together. Both of them were scared and confused when they first saw each other, which caused Jinx to shoot Emerie in the knee, giving her leg permanent damage even after she managed to regenerate herself from the wound.

She met Viktor during an escapade to steal food and valuables from Piltover, mostly because Jinx felt bored and wanted to do something risky. She got into the lab via an open window and showed no sign of hostility towards Viktor, making him curious about her nature and origin.

Jinx taught her how to behave, so she acts a bit out there compared to most of the population, while Viktor taught her how to read, write and speak, as well as sharing some extra knowledge that helps her navigate the world more safely.

[an-indecisive-nerd]

It looks like magic has won the poll by a landslide, so that'll be the first lore drop we're posting!

I'm going to be primarily focusing on humans and how they gain magic, though I will touch on the other species and how their inherent magic works. I'll also be discussing vessels and prime vessels briefly.

Alright so, all magic on my worlds come from the gods, one way or another. There are ways to try and gain magic without the help of the gods, but you have to search out of universe for that.

Here's the process for how you would go about getting magic:

First and foremost you have to go to the high priest(ess) of the god of power (also known as Darkness) and tell them you are prepared to go through the ritual to gain your powers, and you acknowledge and accept the risks and responsibilities of this.

The ritual begins at sunrise on the nearest day that'll have a new moon, unless it's a day of sacrifice.

At sunrise you go to the edge of the forest. There'll you'll meet the followers of the god of power, as well as anyone else you've invited to participate, which usually includes all the others who follow your god.

What'll happen after you arrive is you'll be marked, given a tattoo of a rune of power at the base of your neck. Then there'll be a ceremony, a speech making sure you're aware of what you're getting yourself into, a contract you sign acknowledging that you're prepared, and a blessing from power's branch of followers.

The rest of the day is given over to you saying your goodbyes in case you don't return, mentally preparing yourself, and praying. Those you invited to watch your ceremony spend the day praying for your success, or at the very least, your survival.

At nightfall you return to the edge of the forest. You'll find the entirety of the Order there waiting for you, unless you specifically requested to do this alone. You cannot bring anything into the forest, you'll be given ceremonial robes, and everything else you must leave behind. With one final blessing, you enter the forest. Once you've disappeared into the trees the spectators will leave, and no one may enter the forest until you are pronounced dead, or reimerge, seven days later.

The power branch will stand vigil around the forest while you complete your trials. During this time they will not eat, drink, or sleep. Your life force will be what sustains them. Should you perish, the weakest of the branch will faint. The followers of power will announce your death, and your body will be found and returned. Unless this happens, the followers of power will not leave their posts, no matter how weak they feel. They will wait to see if you recover.

Meanwhile in the forest, your trials have begun. There'll be seven, one from each of the gods. (Creation and destruction don't get involved, death, life, and love aren't introduced for a good while). You'll have one trial per day. The first will be from the god you follow. The last will be from the god of power. The trials are unique to each individual, and those who have already been through them aren't allowed to discuss them. You get your powers if you pass all seven trials. Keep in mind that passing and surviving are different things.

Now then, you've survived all your trials and are nearing sundown on the seventh day. What happens now? If you didn't pass, you just make your way out of the forest and give everyone the bad news. You are allowed to retry if you'd like, but of course you have to wait until the next new moon.

If you did pass however, your god will appear in front of you. They'll place their hand over your heart and pump some of their energy into you.

All magic is a special type of energy. In order to use magic, you have to draw from this energy. You can find it anywhere a god's influence touches, so from the gods, from nature, from yourself, from pretty much anything. Of course, in order to actually do anything magical, you have to be compatible with magical energy. This basically means that the gods gave you permission to use magic and jumpstarted you with a bit of their own energy.

Now then, you'd think that if your magic came from a god, you'd have the same or similar powers to the god. This is not the case however. When the energy a god gives you enters your heart, it passes through your soul like it's a kind of filter. Passing through your soul causes the energy to take on a form of its own, changing to suit you. This also affects where you're best able to draw magical energy from.

For example I have a character named Eris. She follows the goddess of water, but she wields ice magic, which she has a much easier time using in cold environments, because she draws her energy from the cold, which matches her energy.

However, there are exceptions to both these rules.

The first exception are the followers of power. They tend to gain powers with no easy source of energy.

For example Eris can draw power from cold, snow, ice, whatever. However Mark, a character in the power branch, his magic is invisibility. What do you use to power invisibility? I'm sure you can come up with plenty of creative answers, but nothing really stands out as the "right" answer.

This is what makes power followers the strongest members of the Order. They have learned how to manipulate energy to use their magic, even with no viable energy source.

Another exception is healers. On every world there is one healer. They're chosen mostly by the soul filter system, but there always has to be one per world and their can't be more than one.

Exception no. 3 is vessels. Vessels are people whose magic does match their god's. This happens when their personality and beliefs align just well enough that the energy remains unaltered, or just altered slightly enough for the wielder to have some little quirk.

For example, my character Jaelynn, who follows water and has her goddess's water powers. However, whenever she uses said water abilities, the water always comes out boiling hot and she has to actively work at cooling it down. She's capable of it, she just has to beat her natural predisposition.

And finally example number four, by far the most important one plot wise. Prime vessels.

Prime vessels are a god's right hand. As such they are given a lot more power than the average person, and I do mean a LOT more. They're given so much power to make them prime vessels that they're always chosen when they're on the brink of death, so that their body immediately puts the energy into healing/sustaining themselves instead of getting overwhelmed.

Prime vessels also have the same power as their god, not because their personality matches, but because the amount of energy that gets pumped into them completely overwhelms their soul's filter.

There's no real defined limits on what kind of magic you can have, so anything you can think of is probably a thing somewhere.

As for other species that actually have their own magic, they have their own spark of energy within them, and their species comes with its own separate filter for that, tied to their body instead of their soul. While the soul filter is located over the heart, the race ones are located elsewhere.

For example, in vampires their filter is located over their eyes. A vampire's eye colour will tell you what kind of abilities they have. There are three mutations that can happen with this filter.

Mutation one: The filter is missing. That person wouldn't be able to use their species' magic

Mutation two: The filter is affected by an outside source, usually the person's particular circumstances. This mutation is the sort of thing that would be the cause of someone's magic not working right because they're stressed. On certain worlds/for certain races, there are things that will ALWAYS mutate their filter.

For example, Royal vampires have red eyes, and special abilities that come with them. Non Royal vampires can't have red eyes, and only Royals in specific positions have them.

Mutation three: This is the rarest mutation, where the soul filter somehow shifted to overlap with the species filter. This causes someone's species magic to alter in accordance with their soul filter and become a mix of their species magic and their specific magic.

In species where the species filter has a physical representation, such as a vampire's eye colour, that will be altered too.

For example, the natural vampire eye colours are blue, purple, black, and red if you’re a royal. A vampire who has this mutation however could end up with green eyes, or some other eye colour that's out of the ordinary.

Alright, that's pretty much everything I can think of that I have on magic! Hope y'all enjoy!

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[drjohndisco]

Unexpected Confession

Pairing: Basil/Jack (+ Sprig)

Rating: M

Warnings: suggestive language/sexual innuendos, swearing, kiss descriptions, implications of past (non-consensual) mind reading.

Word Count: 1k+

Summary: Jack has a meeting he needs to get to, and Sprig ruins a quiet moment (as per usual.)

Notes:

1) I'm finally done!!! Woohoo!! (<- note from a guy who hyper-focused on this piece more than he probably should have.)

2) I haven't written dual perspective in ages, so I have no idea if this actually worked or not. Also, yes, I am aware that neither Basil's or Sprig's lore hasn't been explained (yet), please just roll with it. (The most important things here are that Basil (who is an alien with low level empathic abilities) works on site as a computer tech/on-call scientist, and that Sprig (a sentient mass of plant tendrils with eyes, but no visible mouth) can feel/always know of Basil’s location — due to previous shenanigans.)

[ Basil's lab - 18:00 ]

Basil

‘What do you want? I already thanked you for getting me out of jail.’ Basil asked, looking up at Jack, who was standing on the other side of the table. He was exhausted, and not particularly in the mood to talk to anyone. ‘Please, just go away. ’

‘No, I won’t. Because then I wouldn’t be a very good friend.’ Jack replied, sitting down on the chair across from him. Basil’s chest ached at the usage of the word friend, but he avoided the sensation. ‘You’ve been here for hours, go and get some rest. The base can keep ticking along without you.’

‘Sure,’ Basil laughed derisively. ‘And fish on your planet have wings!’

‘Uh, actually…’ Jack started. ‘There is a species that….’

‘Don’t fact check me.' Basil groaned. ‘It’s bad enough when Daniel’s around.’

'Fair enough.' Jack conceded.

Then Jack’s pager beeped - making him pull it from his pocket and look down at the message.

‘Oh, great! Another meeting’s been scheduled for about ten minutes from now.’ He complained, looking back up at Basil.

'What's this one for?'

‘Apparently they still need me to tie up some loose ends in terms of this whole attempted murder situation of yours.' Jack said, standing and pushing his chair away.

'How fun!' Basil intoned sarcastically. Then their eyebrows crinkled in confusion. ‘Aren’t you going to leave? You know what you’re like with time.’

'Just follow me to the doorway and I'll quit buggin' you.' Jack explained, beckoning him forward.

'Is that an order, Sir?'

'It is.' Jack stated, before turning and beginning to walk out.

'Fine.’ Basil grumbled, taking some of the paperwork from the table and putting it into their lap, turning the chair to the left. Then they begrudgingly scuffed it along the ground, following Jack. ‘Are you happy now?’

'Sure.' Jack replied, but stopped and looked back at Basil from the doorway.

‘What?’ Basil questioned.

‘You’re not going to kiss me goodbye before I go?’

It was a friendly jibe, and rationally Basil knew this, but that didn't stop him from pulling Jack down by his lapels - kissing him hard.

‘Damn.’ Jack murmured admirably under his breath, hands finding their way into Basil's hair.

Shocked by Jack's unanticipated reciprocation (and the strong emotions that came with it) Basil broke the kiss.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Come on, fucking think of something!

‘That….was a one time thing,’ Basil said after a moment - in an awkward attempt to deflect from the situation at hand. ‘Now, I’m just going to go and give these…to someone else who may need them.’

Basil then quickly picked all of the papers up and stood -- not particularly caring whether Jack was even listening to him -- before walking (as calmly as they possibly could) past Jack and out of the door.

Jack

Jack absentmindedly pressed a hand to his lips, as he watched Basil go.

Did I do something wrong?

Then, quietly, Sprig chuckled. Hearing this Jack closed his eyes in desperation.

Of course we had an onlooker.

(But, there’s nothing I can do about that now.)

‘He’s dropped all of those and is running for the lift, isn’t he?’ Jack sighed, not even bothering to look for Sprig (who was currently attached to the outside of Basil’s empty desk plant pot.)

‘Yes, he is.’ Sprig replied. ‘Go and get your bitch, Colonel.'

[ Basil's lab - 18:05 ]

Basil

'Hey,' Jack said gently, as he shut the door behind him. ‘Can we talk?’

…How on earth did he get down here so fast?

The base elevators can’t be that good, can they?

'What is there to talk about?' Basil snapped, as Jack strode over and sat down on their bed across from them. ‘I’m the one that screwed up, just go to your meeting and leave me alone!'

He's too close, I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin.

'I can't, I postponed it.' Jack replied. 'It'll happen tomorrow now.'

'Is that supposed to make me feel better?' Basil retorted.

'No, and I didn't expect it to.' Jack admitted. 'But that's not the point! The point here is that I'm sorry, Basil.'

‘Well, you shouldn’t be!’ Basil said, voice quavering. 'I've ignored what you obviously feel for Sam! That line shouldn't have been crossed!'

‘Damn it, B!’ Jack groaned, exasperatedly raking a hand through his hair. ‘Don't you get it? You're not Carter - and I don't want you to be! My feelings for her don’t affect my feelings for you! Our kiss should have told you that!'

Oh.

'I’m an idiot.’ Basil muttered.

‘Is that supposed to be news to me?’ Jack teased.

‘Oh, do shut up.’ Basil said, before bridging the gap between them; so that they were standing between Jack's legs, hands resting against his hips.

Jack

Jack, to his surprise, found that he had indeed done as instructed. 

(There was no sarcastic remark on his tongue, for once.)

‘May I?’ Basil asked. ‘Kiss you, that is?’

‘Yes, please do.' Jack replied, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Then, before Jack could blink, Basil had shifted their hands - lifting his head and cupping his face - subsequently initiating a second (and far more passionate kiss).

Closing his eyes Jack kissed them back fervently; wrapping his arms around Basil’s waist to hold them steady as he pulled them closer, before slowly reaching up and snaking a hand into their hair.

Oh, I never want to let them go.

Basil

Eventually, after what seemed like a mere blip in time to Basil, they pulled away from Jack slightly – moving so that their forehead rested against his.

Fuck, this man can kiss! 

(I feel like I'm on fire!)

'Are you okay?' Jack questioned, looking up at Basil.

'Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit tingly.' Basil replied. 'But that will pass.'

'Aw, I'm flattered I could make you feel that way.' Jack joked.

Basil opted to not dignify that with a response.

Then, suddenly, Sprig wolf whistled loudly - shattering the silence.

(He had apparently been watching from a spot on Basil’s bookcase, unnoticed, for some time.)

Startled by this noise Basil let go of Jack and fell backwards, landing on the carpet with a loud thud (and a muffled yelp.)

[ 18:07 ]

Jack

'Oh, fuck me!' Basil cursed angrily, sitting up and hitting the carpet with his fist.

‘Woah, hold your horses, cowboy!’ Jack laughed, as he leaned forward and offered a hand to help them. ‘At least let me buy you a drink first.'

‘Jack, you know that’s not what I meant.' Basil said, grabbing hold of Jack's hand – using him to slowly return to a standing position.

'Honey, are you sure about that?’ Sprig taunted, sliding across the floor so he was positioned next to Basil. 'I've been inside your mind, and, honestly, some of your thoughts made even me blush. Which, if you think about it, is quite a high bar.'

'Sprig, stop being an ass!' Jack yelled, interrupting him.

In response Sprig poked his tongue out at Jack, annoyed.

'Very mature.' Jack said, in a voice reminiscent of a tired father. 'What are you, twelve?’

‘I’m far older than that, but I doubt your tiny brain could comprehend my true age. It'd explode before you even got close.’ Sprig replied, snidely. 

'Oh, well done.' Jack goaded. 'Took you a long time to come up with that, did it?'

'Actually, now that I think about it, it is the one advantage your lover here has over you.' Sprig continued, ignoring Jack's comment. 'Although so far it doesn't seem to be doing Basil any good. They did fall for you, after all.'

Jack opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when he noticed the icy look in Basil's eyes.

'Huh. I didn't peg you as being the submissive type, Jack...' Sprig sneered. 'Basil, on the other hand, however...'

Basil

‘Sprig, if you don't shut up soon, I'll go and get the wood chipper!’ Basil threatened.

'Oh no, so frightening! However shall I go on?' Sprig responded, raising a tendril to where Basil assumed his chest should be, and gasping mockingly. 'Goodbye, cruel world!

Then he disappeared with a pop, showering Basil with leaves.

‘Well someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the flower bed this morning.’ Jack noted, after a beat.

'Oh, you didn't...' Basil groaned, shaking their head to remove the debris. ‘I think that may have been one of the cheesiest things I have ever heard you say.'

'It's all part of my charm, sweetheart.' Jack replied, grinning. 'I know you love me for it.'

Yes, Jack.

(Yes, I do.)

[tarmac-rat]

PER THE "NIGHT SKY" POST--

Hi there. My name is Seta LeCarpetron Flow, known shitposter for the hit 2020 video game Cyberpunk 2077 and generally-unwilling Tumblr funnyguy. If you've stumbled upon this post, congratulations! That means you've seen my shitpost about advertising in the night sky and decided to check out my blog, which eventually led you here. Here's a list of commonly asked questions I see about my shitpost that I thought I'd compile here for your enjoyment.

"Why did you do this?" -- this was a shitpost that escaped containment very quickly and with absolutely no warning.

"Never played the game, can you explain the joke to me?"-- In Night City, the game's setting, holographic advertisements are placed on the top of skyscrapers and scroll upwards for the citizens to look at. The response down below from "@/johnnysilverhandofficial" is a reference to the fact that in the game's canon, main character Johnny Silverhand commits an act of terrorism by blowing up the largest skyscraper in the city. It's a whole thing. The account tweeting, "@/NightCityWire", is the name of the YouTube show where devs of the game would give updates on its progress back when it was still being developed. 'Twitter for Holo' on the bottom is a reference to the fact that in the game, the characters use Holos to communication rather than cellphones.

"Why did you think this would be funny?"-- *'I don't know' noise*, I thought this was gonna hit like, 200 notes at most. The Cyberpunk fandom isn't that big.

"Is it based on something?"-- It's based on this exchange on Twitter that happened a couple of years ago, with a few copy edits. I usually credit inspirations and templates in my posts but again, did not think this post was going to blow up as much as it did.

"What even is the purpose of this blog?"-- CYPK2077 shitposting, generally. Occasionally writing, VP, whinging about lore, and complaining that I can't take photos on PC. The works.

"Are you a roleplay blog?"-- I have no fucking idea why people think this is a roleplay blog. This hardly qualifies as a roleplay shitpost. I don't roleplay. Stop telling people that I'm a roleplay blog in the tags, it's really goddamn annoying.

"Alright, so what's you're biggest issue, then?"-- My biggest issue is that people keep taking this post at face value without understanding the context. That's fine, I get it, the changes I made are not very noticeable and I probably edited it a bit too much, but I need to ensure people that this is a JOKE. It is not REAL. I cannot stress enough that this is a shitpost that got wildly out of hand and it's a little depressing that the state of the world is so whack that people look at this, go "yeah, that's real" and reblog it.

"Why are you making THIS post?"-- Because I've had to read thousands of tags on this post day in and day out lamenting the fall of society and our world's headlong rush towards capitalistic annihilation, and frankly, it kinda wears on me after a while. If I can get at least some person to look at this post and be like "Oh, okay, I get it now" before they reblog it at face value, then I'll consider this worth it in my eyes.

"You know this is kind of passive-aggressive, right?"-- yes, yes it is. But when you've had 27,000 people reblog the stupid shitpost you made in 20 minutes because you were bored at work and seen 95% of them take it out of context and/or make dumb assumptions about you based on it, you'd probably be a little Pass-Agro too.

Thank you for reading my FAQ on this blog's most popular shitpost. Never thought the day would come where I'd need to make this, but here we are.

[toanw]

Would it be alright to ask what some of the plot/themes of your fancures are? I'm kinda curious as to what you've cooked up......even a crumb

anon u have unleashed a great and terrible beast. u get more than a crumb for asking so nicely

all of my public fanseries stuff (on wikis, etc.) is so old so I spent a few hours making a few pages with up to date info...and way too much background lore as per usual lol

Alchemical is here

Memoria is here (this one is subject to change i can never settle on a story/tone i like haha.......)

I'll likely update the pages later to expand more on the characters/plot points but this should hopefully give you a basic idea of what they're like!!

[chernabogs]

Lil post abt a rundown of how I write fics / what I'll write bc I had a friend go 'Ames what exactly do you allow' 😭 real...

No NSFW writings from me (I only write that in my game for my main; I don't like writing NSFW in general, and twst is just not an area I'll personally touch)

That being said, I will touch on darker content. I post warnings at the top of every fic I write, so please read them and decide if it's something you're in the headspace to read.

My x Reader are always x Gen/Neutral unless specifically asked, and even then I'm a lil flexible. I like to keep the genders vague so any reader can feel like they can insert themselves in the fic (the interactive fiction curse fr)

I usually do subtle romance if romance is to be involved (the exception being the Monody series and a few others). I like to keep that vague too bc ik some people love a good platonic fic (real 🤌). If asked outright, I can be flexible on this part.

I don't write ships between canon characters in any romantic sense unless the game itself implies they're together (like Meleanor and Raverne, for example). If I'm writing char in a fic, they're usually just guys interacting LMAO

I'll put my own lore in fics at times, simply because twst only gives us so much to work with. Nothing I write is gospel (tho in my brain it is)

I loveeee love char expos. Love digging into chars brains. Love headcanon reqs, love all of that. I will write you like 4k of a character just thinking while drinking coffee, and this is a threat 😭

If you ever see me rb a prompt list, don't be shy to send in someone you don't see works for on my masterlist (altho it's 99% Dia rn fjdjcj)! I love writing other char, love stretching my brain. It keeps me young(ish).

As a warning, I write a lot when I write (averaging over 2k per req). If longer things aren't your cup of tea, that's ok! There are a ton of amazing fic writers in this fandom, so no one has a shortage of what their vibe matches!

The usual: I reserve a right to delete asks I disagree with. Not here for terfs, racists, homophobes, etc. I block people who post things I disagree with (incest, rape/SA, etc) and will not negotiate the matter. If I don't like what I get, I'll usually delete it without addressing at all. Running my main taught me over many years to just... not bother LMAO.

I'll add along rules as situations come up, but these tend to be the general!

For basic info about me:

I go by Ames (She/Her) and I'm 25

I write a game called Attollo which takes up most of my time, so twst serves as my little outlet for stress! (If you're interested in Attollo, note the 17+ age restriction and the warnings at the start of the game)

I'm in a masters degree in statistics and finishing that up soon. I work full time meanwhile, so things are hectic!

I have 2 cats (ask me about them, affectionately dubbed 'Smelly' and 'Charlie') who inspire me when I write Grim

I adore the Dia Quartet, the Staff, all our single parents in the game (Maleficia I see you 💕), and any lore they give us. I play JP and EN so spoilers are in fics and on this blog!

[doyoubelieveinwhateverr]

Hades Oc: Chloe, Pomegranate Nymph & Head Gardener of the House of Hades

Extra doodles, screenshot edits and excessive character lore below the cut

Chloe is the Head (only) gardener of the House of Hades and one of the few underworld nymphs in existence, specifically borne of a pomegranate tree.

Taking the form of a young girl, Chloe is soft-spoken and keeps to herself, content to carry out her gardening duties. She will indulge in light conversation with whomever approaches her (usually Zagreus) but will rarely initiate interactions.

Giving her nectar will prompt her to give Zagreus the Pom Parer, which would allow him to upgrade two boons of his choice once per floor when he gets a Pom of Power.

Completing her bond will earn Zagreus the Chthonic Companion, Pom Pom. Using this summon allows Chloe to plant spiny pomegranate shrubs on the field that can ensnare enemies and inflict chip damage. Completing her bond involves having the House contractor build a rooftop garden for her next to the training area. (Garden could also be used for "date" interactions with other characters, much to her chagrin.)

It would probably never come up but she is capable of fighting, her gardening sickle as her main weapon and a switch made of a thorny branch as her back up, as well as some magic with her pomegranate seeds.

The tree Chloe was born from was one accidentally planted by Persephone when she choked and coughed up a pomegranate seed she was eating and lodged into the grounds of the garden. Thanks to Persephone's power, it had the magic needed to spawn a nymph, making Chloe Persephone's daughter and Zagreus' half sibling on a technicality. However, Chloe formed long after Persephone left and thus no one seems to have made the connection; as far as anyone is concerned, Chloe just appeared in the garden one day and became their gardener, and she would prefer it to stay that way.

Relations:

Zagreus: One of the few members of the House she regularly speaks to. She respects him as her Prince but also considers him a friend. She has her own opinions on how the people of the house speak to and of him.

Hades: Respects him as a god and master. Her personal opinions are best remained unsaid.

Persephone: Has mixed feelings towards the queen of the Underworld. On one hand, Chloe's glad she has returned but on the other, the fact she ran away in the first place makes Chloe believe she is irresponsible and unreliable.

Skelly: Very pointedly tunes him out

Dusa: The mutual respect had for a fellow tender of the House.

Achilles: Likes his voice and how he calls her 'lass'.

Megaera: Doesn't get to speak to her often but admires her whip proficiency. Often practices similar moves in secret with a thorny branch.

Hypnos: Always seems to be sleeping when she sees him.

Thanatos: They sometimes exist in the same space in companionable silence.

Nyx: Greet each other respectfully when passing in halls and Chloe ensure that the flowers in Nyx's corner are always fresh.

Charon: Business partners, they have a shared side hustle involving Pomegranate Wine being "exported" to the surface. Hades does not know of this.

Olympian Gods: Keep those things FAR away from her! (Her words)

Major Dialogue:

First interaction: Oh, you're back. Didn't go well?

Give Nectar: You're giving this to me? Thank you, your highness. It's not much but you can have this, I hope it's helpful. (Pom Parer get!)

Give Ambrosia: I don't think I can finish all this by myself but I'll try! Here's something I think you'll like, too. (Pom Pom get!)

Max Bond: I was never fond of the way that... certain members of this House spoke to you, or of you. It seemed so unfair when you had done nothing to deserve it beyond just not being what they wanted. As just a gardener, there was never anything I could do to help but for what it's worth; I was always on your side, Prince.

Chthonic Companion Summon: A bountiful harvest!

Chthonic Companion Summon (Hades): Ah! Sorry Prince, but not happening. / I better not get yelled at for this.

[gren-arlio]

Are all of these gonna be character specialized? Maybe, not sure myself.

Welcome to Episode 6 of (Tottemo) Waku Puyo Extras. (Feat. A lot of Kikimora.)

(Yeah, this time it's not from the Waku Puyo Manga, but from the Totally Puyo Puyo Manga. Or the Tottemo Puyo Puyo Manga, either name works. I swear the Waku in the title is losing more relevance as time goes on.)

Hello, one and all, it's that guy who translates a niche video game here again, and welcome to Part 6 of (Waku) Puyo Extras, the filler section where I ramble about something Puyo related and give some old evidence to back it up. I know I'm a little late, but hey, that's high school for ya.

If you've been keeping up with this filler show of mine, you know that I typically post about a character, have a small video to translate, and...idk something wacky. And today, you'd be a little mistaken. Unfortunately, due to time restraints, I wasn't able to really...do a short video. My apologies. I did say that my schedule would be really messed up due to school, and now I'm finally feeling the effects.

To make up for it, this'll what we cover today:

Some stuff about Kikimora because why not, she's been in so many videos and episodes that she deserves it. I'll speak about things like her origin, Waku Puyo Dungeon: The Video Game, and the Waku Puyo Manga.

Talking about a Disc System Game. At least the one that has Kikimora.

Talk a bit about the Tottemo Puyo Puyo Manga. The thing itself mostly shows odd Puyo SUN characters, so people like Lagnus are there.

From now on, expect a lot more inconsistent posting. Obviously I'll post still, just...not as often. Hope you understand.

With those precautions and tales told, hope you enjoy.

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Ah, Kikimora Lore.

You don't exactly expect a lot from this character, and frankly, I don't blame you, but I'm here today to speak about our (probably not) favorite maid in Puyo, Kikimora. If you've seen my posts, you noticed that she appears quite often in translations and random stuff in general, even though she's usually a minor NPC. Won't be covering every game she's in, but I'll mention a couple.

So, what're her origins?

Well, it's not SUN, actually. Surprisingly, it's Madou Monogatari: Michikusa Ibun, released in 1994. Here...she's just kinda an enemy. Nothing more, nothing less. Quite a simple introduction.

Now, we reach the introduction that most people know her for, Puyo Puyo SUN, which was released in 1996. Here, you meet her in Arle's storyline, where she's just cleaning, as per usual. Why outside is anyone's guess, but after seeing Arle walk along the sidewalk, she legitimately sweeps her off the ground, and then runs around with her, who's in shock. I mean, I'd be shocked too.

So, 2 introductions in and she's put...nothing special in these, to be frank. Maybe she really isn't that gre-

Holy shit I'm actually speaking about Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon again.

As the local Waku Puyo guy, fortunately and also unfortunately, there's...actually a good bit to speak about with her, which is fairly surprising.

First, she's in every single route, and you don't exactly fight her. She's an usher who helps guide people around the area and tell them what to do and where to go. Here... she actually does have a good amount of character compared to back then.

(Image of her and the entire map of the game, featured in the games manual.)

Here, she partially retains her cleanliness personality, but she's now awfully kind about it, I'd assume it'd be for professional purposes but still, power to her. She isn't as...angry, as her past self, (I'd count Puyo-N because she did get really upset that Arle called her old.) and even in the Waku Puyo Manga, she's still very much kind to Rulue when she runs into her, merely giving directions of where she saw Satan.

And back to the game itself, she's a little more than just happy and angry, she thankfully unlocked more of the personality skill tree and got the ability to be sad as well. Throughout Schezo's storyline, there's moments in times he calls Kiki useless for not being able to help her, and as anyone would, gets really sad about hearing that, and in some situations, starts to cry, causing Schezo to apologize. It's fairly interesting how they basically gave a character with little screentime back then not only the screentime she got, but to expand on it to feel multilayered as well? Nothing short of impressive.

The final game I wish to cover is a bit of a niche one; Kikimora's Clean-Up.

Usually with Disc System games, there's a good bit to talk about, but unfortunately, this ain't one of the games. The game stars Kikimora, and your goal is to...clean the floors. Simple enough, while having a Pac-Man like feel to it.

There's several floors and the goal is to get all the green, icky stuff out while avoiding enemies. You can launch your broom at them, taking them out, but you won't be able to clean until you get the broom again. Getting hit makes you lose 30 seconds, lose all your time, you lose a life, and if no lives, game over. It's actually more difficult than it seems.

Finally, after a lot of floors and possibly dying, you finally face the final boss of this game: Black Kikimora, who makes the floor dirty.

After beating her, congrats, you've beaten the one game Kikimora is the protagonist in. Give yourself a pat on the back and maybe some lunch.

Unfortunately this game doesn't have much in terms of lore, but it's an enjoyable game nevertheless. Here's a link of some gameplay.

Now how about the Tottemo Puyo Puyo Manga? What is it?

I'm glad you asked. To compensate for being unable to publish a video for y'all, I decided to speak a little bit about this goofy manga. So what's it about?

Unlike the world of Waku Puyo, this doesn't have a full storyline but rather sporadic storylines that have absolutely nothing to do with each other. They're purely on the comedic side. As well, the designs that were chosen, along with the artstyle itself, are based on Puyo SUN, what with how the characters' designs are drawn most notably Arle, Schezo, and Lagnus.

Since the storylines don't connect and are all separate, characters can pop in and out like nothing ever happened, or just...randomly waltz up like Lagnus himself did. (Which I cannot show because 10 image limit.)

Here, featured is Kikimora getting an injury from making a mistake, and Arle heals her before telling to take a break for half the day, SHOCKING Kiki. She starts saying how some areas aren't clean, and Arle volunteers to help, which makes Kiki beyond happy, and leads to us getting Arle in a maid suit trying her best to clean.

Unfortunately, due to that said 10 image limit, I cannot post a lot at once. (Wish it was like 15 instead,) but honestly, I'd recommend it. While you might not understand what's properly going on, (Believe me, I'm there to a point.) the visuals themselves kinda make up for it, and hey, if you do translate them, there's a 90% chance there's an incredibly silly and funny story to go along with it, like Schezo somehow making an amusement park. (My favorite Foreshadowing; The ones in gag mangas.) I'll post a link of some of the books here.

Hopefully this'll suffice. Again, my apologies for not really posting a video, I'll have one done sooner or later (aka about 2 weeks.)

Here's the final 2 images I've been saving up.

(Minor context: Kikimora kinda lured Arle into a job before surprising her with a party.)

With this, that'll be all this time.

See you next time.

[that-one-lotr-orc]

One post gotta be the first

So, for me Reddit finally died. As a programmer who is generally in favour of making stuff available for as many people as possible, they did right by that for many years. Giving everyone who wanted that access to it was generous of them, and made it a very fun platform. Random bots everywhere, apps catered to whatever preference people had, even -dare I say it- the tiniest bit of the wild-west-internet that once existed. But they got to greedy, flew to close to the sun, whatever analogy you want to have for it. I don't fault them wanting to make money off that, hosting is expensive, but the way they lied to everyone, attacked the Apollo developer for outing their lies, "riding the storm until it died out", it was too much.

So now I'm here, hopelessly lost in land I only got glimpses of on r/tumblr. I don't even know why I write this. I doubt many people will read it, or even see it. It's my first Tumblr post, and it probably will be very rambly, incoherent, and missing any kind of red line. The shortest answer to "Why I wrote this?" is probably "Because some google doc in '#tumblr help'" told me to post stuff!".

And I'm bad at posting stuff. I never done it. In the olden days, when forums were all around, I was a lurker. I'd read about everything, posted when I actually had something relevant to say, and shut up otherwise. I was known within the communities, generally active in the adjacent msn/skype groups, but not on the main spam threads in the forum.

When the forums began to die out, I got on Reddit. My account is 11 years old now, I've been using it almost hourly over the last 6 years, and it has a grand total of 9 posts. There's a bit more comments in that, but it's probably basically nothing compared to the average comments per hour spend on other accounts.

Why do I tell this? Because I might change that here. I've been lurking around Tumblr for the last few weeks, and the interaction and people are way different than I'm used to. Honestly, it's refreshing, and nice to see. But entering a new environment, one has to adept.

And I've been stuck too long in my old habits! I am often hesitant to contribute to anything, because I never did. I don't write, because I never wrote. But having a new environment, new people, new interest around me makes me wanna try out new stuff. And who knows? Maybe I'll like it, maybe I'll find people who like what I write, and I'll have more stuff to interact with.

And maybe I don't. Maybe I'll feel too unsure, too self-conscious, to change my lurking habits. I'm fine with that. I got other places to interact about my passions. Most of them are through Discord-groups nowadays, others through the few still-existing actual forums out there, but they still exist.

That's my last thing. I don't know what I even write about. Some of my interest are too different from the usual Tumblr-niches to have any kind of following. While typing this I had a look at the "enlisted game" tag, which has a grand total of 1 active poster. I had some looks at the different Magic the Gathering tags, but (as I expected), most of the people in there are about more about the lore of the game than I do. That's fine, I got my spike-talking places, and I will probably lurk those tags anyway.

The one place I'll probably feel most comfortable is the Brandon Sanderson-aligned tags. I'll be there, maybe even contributing, once I finished the last books (or I find the appropriate tags to block, I probably gotta look into that).

That uncertainty makes me circle back to a point a made a few paragraphs ago. I can explore, I can try out new stuff. Maybe I'll try to add to some of the punk tags here, maybe I'll hop onto some of the computer science tags and see if I can wordvomit there, maybe I'll go to something completely new! I can go exploring again, discovering things I never saw before, and that makes me eager.

[k--havok]

🖊️ for the ask game, for any oc you'd like!

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

Okay so! This is actually an idea that was floating around for Waking into Divinity! I even wrote a oneshot about it, so I'll go ahead and share that here! It's not writing per se, but demons in Waking into Divinity have special paints they can use on their bodies to amplify or nullify certain feelings and such. There are shapes and specific things they write on themselves in their demonic language, but usually it's related to poetry, sayings, or wishes for good luck.

The oneshot below is a little old in terms of lore, so there are some terms or some worldbuilding that is no longer relevant to the story.

Word count: 6,291 Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of violence, old writing Rating: 18+

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Rylie sighed, smiling to themselves as they scrolled through old pictures on their phone. They leaned back against the couch, lost in their own thoughts. 

“Dinner,” Casrath said as he set a plate down in front of them. “Baked salmon sitting on a bed of asparagus with a glass of chardonnay.”

Rylie glanced up from their phone. “That looks amazing, Casrath. Thank you.”

Casrath grinned at them. “Anything for you, Rylie. I hope my skills have continuously improved for you.”

Rylie flushed. Keeping their phone balanced on one of their knees, they dug into the meal. Their eyes shone as soon as they took a bite of the fish.

“This is amazing. Like… really amazing.” They greedily dug their fork in for another bite. 

Casrath chuckled, his own blush gracing the tops of his ears. “Thank you, Rylie. That means a lot to me.”

As the two ate, Rylie continued to glance at their phone, still smiling, and continuously swiping through pictures. 

“Everything alright? You’re usually not this quiet.”

“Just enjoying the meal. And-- well, looking at some old pictures is all.”

Casrath tilted his head to the side. “Old pictures?”

“Yeah. When me and my parents went to DisneyLand when I was younger. See?” 

Rylie passed over the phone to him. “Um, don’t mind my clear awkwardness and growing pains, okay? I was 16 at the time.” 

“You were precious,” Casrath said, flipping through the pictures as well. In all of them, Rylie wore one of the biggest grins he’d ever seen. A pair of mouse ears sat atop their head in most of them. 

Younger Rylie had the same beautiful jade eyes, the same cute nose, and that same dazzling smile. Their hair may have been much longer, and their clothes a little ill-fitting, but that didn’t matter to Casrath. 

“I loved the Tower of Terror. It was my favorite ride there,” Rylie said. “Everything was amazing, actually. One day I’ll go again.”

Casrath chuckled. “I would take you there, then. If that is what you wish.”

Rylie shook their head, but their grin never fell. “Thank you, Casrath. I honestly miss it… even though I’ve only ever been there once.” 

“I understand all too well, trust me.”

Rylie nodded slowly, finishing their food and their wine. They swirled the last dregs of chardonnay around the bottom of the wine glass. 

“Hey, Casrath? Do you ever miss Hell?”

“Why, of course. You, and Earth, are most welcoming. But Hell is my home.”

A small tinge of red spread across Rylie’s cheeks. They pointedly looked away from Casrath, and swiped through their phone without really seeing the pictures to give their eyes and hands something to do. 

“So-- so I’m guessing… bedding me… isn’t the only reason why you want to take me, right? Or-- or is it?”

Casrath snorted. “That is merely one of many, many reasons, Rylie.” Scooting closer to them, he tapped his knee against theirs. “I would love to show you the lands I’ve conquered, the beauty of my keep, as well as some of the more mystical places. It is not all fire and brimstone, as you put it. There is much beauty there, and is as diverse as Earth, if not moreso.”

“I don’t think I can even imagine all that, but I’d like to try.”

“One day, you won’t have to even imagine,” Casrath murmured. He pressed a tender kiss right above Rylie’s ear. 

A shiver of delight raced down Rylie’s spine, but they tried to ignore it.

“What do you miss most?” Rylie asked instead.

Casrath rubbed his chin between two fingers. He relaxed back on the couch. “That… is a difficult question to answer. I miss many things, none more than another.” He wrapped an arm around Rylie’s waist, pulling them closer to him. 

Rylie could fight against his kisses, but not his touch. Never his touch. They sunk into his warm side, sighing softly. Casrath felt sturdy, strong, and simply comfortable. Although hard muscle covered every inch of his body, when relaxed, he made for the best of pillows. 

“Well, what are some of the things you miss right now? Like… I dunno. On your average Hellish day--” Rylie bit back a small laugh at their own joke, “--what would you be doing after dinner?”

“After dinner? Hm… let me see….” Casrath fell back into his thoughts. He idly rubbed circles with his palm across Rylie’s small love handles. 

“I suppose, after dinnertime, I would see to it that everything is as it should be. No incoming attacks, no major or sudden calls from Court, and I would retire and find whatever entertainment I seek in that moment.”

“What sort of entertainment is that?”

“Sometimes blood sports--”

Casrath paused at Rylie’s horrified look. 

“--I would not be participating, merely watching. It is a common and popular pastime in Hell.”

“Do, uh, demons actually, you know, die?”

“Well… yes. Of course.”

Rylie blinked slowly. “You know, I’m not ready to unpack that right now or process it. I’ll do so later. Uh, what other entertainment is there? That’s, um, not violent?”

“Well, of course there is popping some bottles of wine open and inviting some friends to the keep for a round of drinks. Sometimes I fly across my land, see whatever sights interest me most. Other times, I wish for more…” Casrath paused, and even his hand halted against them. “I suppose carnal pleasures is a fine descriptor.” 

“Ah, sex. Of course.” Rylie rolled their eyes.

“It is not always sex, Rylie. Sometimes I merely like watching--”

“Wait, so you’re a voyeur?” 

“Hm? No, no, you misunderstand me.” Casrath chuckled at that. “Why would I watch what I can have for myself?”

“Some people are into it,” Rylie said with a shrug.

“And that is fine for them, but no. I prefer… watching dancers.” 

Rylie blinked. Then blinked some more. They sat up and away from Casrath, turning in their seat to peer at him. 

“Wait, there are strippers in Hell?” 

“Dancers,” Casrath corrected, “is our term, but yes I suppose so. There are many dances that are performed. Some are separate from myself, and I merely watch. Other times… there is a more active role.” 

Rylie debated with themselves whether or not they wanted to pursue the conversation. Did they really want to know Casrath’s preferences when it comes to inhumanly beautiful demonic dancers?

Unfortunately for Rylie, their curiosity was one hell of a drug. 

“Um, how so?”

“Sometimes I have my concubines dance atop me. Other times, I dance with them. It is… a sensual experience.”

For a full second, Rylie’s brain short-circuited. Concubines. Dancing. On me. With them. Sensual.

Casrath frowned. “Is everything alright? Are-- are you overwhelmed?” Casrath scooted away from Rylie, giving them their distance and personal space back. 

“A-- a little bit,” Rylie admitted softly. “I don’t know whether to focus on the dancing aspect, you joining in, or the fact that you have concubines.” 

“Well, what would you be the most comfortable talking about?” 

“Um, the dancing. Definitely the dancing. Is there, like, poles?”

Casrath chuckled. “No, not exactly. There are many forms of dancing, and all have different requirements. However, no matter the form of dancing, we utilize different paints.”

“Paints? Like on your body?”

“Yes.” Casrath closed his eyes and leaned on his fist. “The paints are usually imbued with magicks. Or, other times, laced with special berries or dyes with… other properties.”

“What sort of properties?”

“Usually the paints enhance pleasure. But other times there are more functional uses, such as giving better stamina, cooling effects, and the like. Some grant enhanced swiftness, and others speed.”

“Sounds like a better use would be for, like, fighting then.”

“They can be used for battle, yes. Our paints--fa’loth is the term--have many, many uses.”

Casrath’s expression--so serene and graceful--pierced Rylie’s chest. Sometimes, they forgot just how far away home was, and how many amenities he was used to having were simply not available. 

Rylie couldn’t quite imagine Hell. They couldn’t imagine the scope of his land, the size of his castle, nor much at all. Everytime they tried, Lord of the Rings inevitably popped into their mind. 

But Rylie was certain Hell was no New Zealand. 

“Yes,” Casrath murmured, more to himself than Rylie. “That is most likely what I would be doing right now.” After stretching his arms out to the ceiling, Casrath climbed to his feet and gathered their empty plates and wine glasses. “But, for now, it is time to do the dishes.”

“Here, let me. Since you cooked,” Rylie said. And before Casrath could object, they took the plates from his hands. “How about you go… and I dunno. You could always go to the club if you want to dance.”

Casrath tilted his head to the side. “Are you certain? I thought you preferred my stay here, rather than out with others.”

Rylie blushed a little at that. “Well, it sounds like you still have some energy left. And you know me, I’m always tired.” Rylie bumped their forehead against his shoulder. Casrath towered so tall above them, that his shoulder was all Rylie could reach with their hands full. 

“If you insist. But I shall not be gone all night long. I shall return before dawn, and before you wake.”

Rylie smiled at Casrath. “That’s no problem. Now, go and get ready.”

Casrath chuckled at their impatience. “Perhaps you are simply wanting some quiet, alone time inside. In either case, I do not mind.”

Rylie smiled at Casrath, but didn’t respond. 

It was true that sometimes, they did indeed want their quiet time alone. But tonight?

Tonight, Rylie had a plan tumble its way through their thoughts. 

As soon as the dishes were washed, Casrath gone, and Beepers settled in for the night, Rylie curled on top of their bed with their laptop. 

They didn’t mention it to, well, anyone really, but they had taken pole dancing classes before. Only a handful, before the cost outweighed their food budget. Their curiosity had taken hold of them during that time, and since their parents had already moved by then and weren’t watching their every move, Rylie thought it would be a fun activity they could try.

Fun was the best descriptor for their time pole dancing. The second was exhausting. The last, expensive. But all of it was totally worth it. 

They didn’t have a pole in their apartment to dance on. And besides the basics, they didn’t know too much. But with the slight knowledge of exotic dancing as a backbone, Rylie figured it wouldn’t be too hard to google around for some tips on lap dancing. 

Rylie didn’t bother to pretend it was the wine causing them to think in such a way. Living for so long with someone so incredibly handsome, who had the best kisses and touches, and who always knew what to say to make their knees weak left Rylie reeling. 

Their stomach twisted with a mess of butterflies and nerves as Rylie fought to keep their focus on the task at hand. They didn’t have long, but they wanted to do this impromptu… dance routine right the first time. 

Getting up from their laptop, Rylie dug through their dresser before finding, stashed at the very bottom, a set of Victoria's Secret lingerie with tags still attached. With it in hand, they meandered into their bathroom. They didn’t keep much makeup on hand--they barely had a use for the stuff. However, after digging through one of the many messy bathroom drawers, Rylie dug out an old set of Halloween makeup hidden beneath cotton swabs they did indeed use inside their ears along with the extra free toothbrushes as given by their dentist.

Rylie barely glanced at the date as they tore into the red, orange, green, and black body paints and glitter. Glitter held no interest for them, but they greedily grabbed the red, orange, and black.

Rylie avoided looking at themselves in the mirror as they undressed. They couldn’t afford losing their courage and confidence now. Not after tasting phantom kisses on their lips and with heat already pooling in the lowest pit of their stomach. 

Keeping their head down, Rylie cut the tags off the unused lingerie. An impulse buy with the aid of Jess whispering terrible decisions into their ears as well as a sale, Rylie regretted it as soon as they had gotten home with the little lacy number. Black on black, the bra had not just loops of lace and frills, but an underwire with plenty of padding. Unlike their sports or even balconette bras, this one had a deep plunge in the center. The underwear matched, of course, with high-waisted black straps separate from the lacy piece. As the only thong in their closet, Rylie found themselves more than a bit mystified as they slipped it on over their rear. 

A deep sigh worked its way between their lips. They wiggled and squirmed as they fought to get the unrelenting bra over their head without having to undo the strap in the back. 

Rylie hated the “swing it around” method. It always rubbed rough against their skin and nipples. 

Still keeping their head down, Rylie bit their lip. Did they dare look up into the mirror?

They already know what they would see. A fat slob. Unproportionate, with a belly that hung just a little too over the hem of the panties. Their breasts already felt off in the plunge bra as well. It felt like every movement would cause them to pop out in the front. And already, the tops of their breasts were spilling out. 

Rylie sighed through their nose slowly before peering up at themselves. 

Flush with heat and wine, Rylie froze as they stared at themselves. 

Indeed, their hair sat messy atop their head. Their skin remained blotchy. But the underwear didn’t hide in their chub rub or thick thighs. The high bands accented their hips, while simultaneously the black color slimmed their ass and breasts down. 

The bra was ill-fitting, but for once was too tight, not way too big. Victoria’s Secret was always weird in its sizing, Rylie supposed. They turned around, and bit their lip at the sight of their entire exposed butt. 

They had to admit, it did make their ass look good. And although the bra shoved their breasts up an uncomfortable amount that Rylie was not used to, they found that they didn’t… hate the set as they so vehemently thought they would. 

In fact, although the bra was ill-fitting, the thong remained surprisingly comfortable. They already didn’t feel the string, and it reminded them of not wearing any underwear at all, almost. 

Rylie smiled softly at themselves in the mirror. “Who knew,” they murmured to themselves. 

Grabbing the black Halloween makeup first, Rylie tilted their head in thought as they squirted a little of the paint onto the tip of their finger. Not dry, but definitely getting up there in age. Best to use it now then later, they supposed. 

In a way its saving money. Rylie chuckled. 

After debilitating a little too long at themselves in the mirror, Rylie decided to use the black on their eyelids in a mockery of eyeshadow. Afterwards, they grabbed their cheap eyeliner and slapped it on as well. 

The green of their eyes popped against the black background of their eyes and… outfit. They hesitated before adding any more. What else could they do that wouldn’t look too stupid and costume-y?

They stood alone in the bathroom for several minutes on end, going back and forth as to what to do. A quick Google search also brought nothing useful to the table, either. Rylie couldn’t quite understand what Casrath wanted and would look for. 

Furthermore, they didn’t want to assume. It was his culture, not theirs, after all. 

After a short and quick two-step pace in the bathroom, Rylie gathered up the costume makeup and instead left to the living room to put them on the coffee table. 

Digging out a packet of tea lights Casrath bought just in case the power went out again, Rylie set them up around the apartment. Checking the clock, Rylie waited another ten minutes before lighting all of them.

Several sat on the bar guarding the kitchen, four boxed in the line of costume makeup they left on the table for Casrath to use as he wished on them, and several more on the windowsill and next to the TV. After flicking the lights off, a hazy glow rose from the little candles, bathing the room in small and smokey clouds of light yellow. The flames flickered and danced, casting soft and playful shadows against the walls and furniture. 

Rylie bit their lip as their heart thudded in their chest. It had taken them nearly three hours. It was almost time. 

Their hands shook as they sat on the couch, curling one leg under another and leaning back. Rylie couldn’t quite fight the urge to bounce their leg. Biting their lower lip, a sudden small wave of nausea grew as the minutes stretched on. 

Perhaps they had too much wine to drink. Way too much. Or perhaps it was somehow laced with something. Casrath would never do something so devious. Or would he?

No, Rylie shook themselves, he would never. 

A tide of gooseflesh rose across their arms. They shivered. The candles brought barely any heat, and Rylie never liked sitting in practically no clothes at all. No insulation meant no heat. 

As a child, Rylie never thought through their decisions. They would always act before thinking, and would sometimes act through several steps of a process before realizing how wrong they were. Such as in science class, when they measured their baking soda and vinegar wrong to the point where the mixture bubbled over and across their table. Or, even worse, when they thought Maxwell Grant liked them since he kept pulling on their ponytail. Just the idea of a boy liking them, at that time, caused them to have a crush. 

The fallout of their confession of that elementary school crush still sometimes popped up in their nightmares. 

Now, Rylie found themselves sitting on a precipice. If they didn’t stop now, didn’t blow out all the candles, run into their room, change, and clean up quickly, the point of no return would come and go without them. And they would fall. 

Muscles tensed, Rylie sat up. All too soon, however, that familiar creak of the front door echoed through their apartment. 

Panic surged through them. Gripping the edge of the couch, Rylie’s eyes darted around. Grabbing a blanket off the end of the couch, they flung it around themselves, blocking the sight of their body as Casrath poked into the apartment. 

He blinked slowly, looking around at the candles before his eyes settled on Rylie. A soft smile tugged at his lips. 

“What’s all this?” he asked. 

Tongue-tied and still vibrating with anxiety, Rylie shrugged, unable to form words. They tugged the blanket tighter around themselves. 

Casrath moved smoothly over to their side, gliding across the carpet. He took off his leather jacket and hung it next to theirs on the wall. 

Rylie couldn’t stop their eyes from drifting to how his plain orange tee-shirt hugged his biceps all too tightly. Their body, already heated, flushed further. The fact that he wore his jeans way too low on his sculpted hips also didn’t help. As Casrath sat besides them, Rylie caught the whiff of alcohol on his breath.

But no musk. No sweat. No stench of sex clung to his body like a second skin. No lipstick stains covered swollen lips. Besides a soft blush and his easy smile, nothing else seemed out of place. 

Casrath eyed them and the costume makeup on the table. He shifted closer to Rylie, wrapping an arm around them. 

“Your eyes are mesmerizing in this light,” he whispered to them, his voice dark and husky. “And you painted them.” His fingers caressed their cheek, leaving ghostly trails of heat. 

That damned frog remained in Rylie’s throat. They nodded, unable to meet his gaze. 

Casrath hummed to himself. His fingers traveled lower to their neck, and he traced circles all the way down to the soft spot between their throat and their clavicle. 

Rylie tensed as Casrath thumbed the erogenous zone. A shiver danced up their spine. 

His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with desire, flashed. “May I kiss you?” 

“Yes,” Rylie finally said. Their voice came out cracked from disuse and nerves. 

Casrath leaned in, dusted his lips over theirs, before dipping his head down and kissing at that small spot he just thumbed. 

Shocks of desire raced through Rylie’s body. A small sigh escaped and they tilted their head to the side, allowing Casrath further access to their throat as he bathed them in small kisses. His tongue darted out, swirling against every particular sensitive spot, leaving Rylie wanton. 

Their speechlessness finally broke, Rylie licked their lips with their dry tongue. “Cas?” 

“Hmm?” he murmured against their throat as he nuzzled them. 

“R- Remember our conversation from- from earlier? Today? Before you- Before you left?”

“Of course. I remember all our conversations, Ree.” 

Rylie’s brain short circuited again briefly. Mentally shaking themselves, they continued, “well… I know you miss your home and- and such and- well- you see. You see, I wanted to- wanted to do something nice for you. And you know, I thought. I thought, um--”

Casrath leaned in and silenced them with a long kiss. His tongue darted against their lower lip. 

Rylie moaned, and Casrath swallowed it gleefully. He nipped their tongue as Rylie tried to return the previous gesture. 

They pulled back with a small gasp, their face glowing pink, and peered up at him shyly. 

His voice, deeper than before, resonated with a dark timbre. “Will you be dancing for me, Rylie?”

Rylie nodded, unable to find their words yet again.

Casrath released them, and stood up to push the coffee table away from the couch to allow Rylie plenty of space. As he did so, he picked up the costume makeup. 

“I- I didn’t quite know what- what you wanted so… I know its not the same and the makeup is old but….”

Casrath held out a hand for them. 

Rylie hesitated. If they stood up, the blanket would fall away. They gulped. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked. 

“It’s not a matter of trust.”

Rylie hesitated again. 

“It’s a matter of tempered expectations.”

Casrath sighed through his nose. “What do you think my expectations are?”

Rylie looked away, frowning. “Whatever beautiful men, women, and enbies you had in Hell. Stronger, faster, with more stamina than any human.” Rylie scrunched up their nose. “Probably fitter and more flexible too.” 

Casrath’s hand remained hovering in the air. 

“And yet,” he said, “I have never had the pleasure of my tal’rith dancing for me. Nor the pleasure of a human doing so much to accommodate my needs and understand my culture. 

Rylie shrugged again. “That’s… that’s just the bare minimum, though.” 

“Not to me,” Casrath said. 

Rylie stared at his proffered hand, their heart thumping hard in their chest, and a bead of sweat rolling down the side of their temple. A burst of energy coursed through them, tensing their leg muscles. Far from the type to run, Rylie knew that, in that moment, they could have sprinted with ease. 

Rylie slid their hand into Casrath’s.

No more running. 

Rylie pulled themselves to their feet with Casrath’s assistance. The blanket fell away, revealing every inch of skin. Immediately, Rylie looked down at their bare feet, their entire face glowing in another blush as a second bead of sweat traced down the back of their neck. 

“Rylie.” Casrath’s fingers tilted their chin up. His eyes bore into their own.

They bit their lip, gulping again, shivering and sweating at the same time. 

For once, Casrath struggled to speak. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then breathed their name a second time. His eyes roamed over their face before dropping to the rest of their body. Rylie tensed, curling their shoulders in on themselves, and crossing their arms over their pelvis. 

Breasts were breasts. But any further…. 

Casrath gathered them in his arms, pulling them close to his body before diving down to press a kiss against their lips. 

This kiss-- oh.

Rylie gasped, parting their lips for him to explore their mouth. They moaned again, pressing their own tongue against him to taste him back. This kiss-- this kiss had heat. It had teeth, as Rylie took the initiative for the first time, and nibbled on Casrath’s lower lip. 

This time, it was Casrath who gasped. And as he pulled away slightly, Rylie pressed onward. A surge of confidence filled them as they pressed their tongue into his mouth. 

Casrath’s mouth ran hotter than their own. The tips of his fangs brushed against them as they tasted alcohol on his breath, the scent of ash, and something woody and natural beneath. Almost like pine, but just off enough to give them pause. Casrath did not proceed in the opening Rylie gave him, but continued to allow them to explore his mouth just as fervently. 

All the while, his hands traveled down their back. He stroked their hips, running his hand from the top of that second black band, down the flesh it pinched outward and accented, and further down to their lower hip and leg. His hands circled back around, and ghosted up the round hill of their ass.

Rylie tensed for a squeeze that didn’t happen. 

Pulling away, Rylie gasped as the need of air overcame their own desires. They panted, staring up at Casrath with wide and wild eyes. 

The strange and sudden confidence didn’t diminish. It still worked its way through them, touching every nerve. For once, Rylie didn’t allow their brain to run freely ahead of them. They acted before thinking, grabbing Casrath’s hands and spinning the two of them around as to switch their positions. 

Casrath fell back against the couch, sinking into it. He spread his legs out and stared up at Rylie. They recognized that look of lust and hunger, with his lip partially curled, exposing a bit of his fangs. 

Perhaps the wine from earlier had been a good idea, Rylie mused for just half a second before realizing, with one last thought, that they had almost forgotten the music. 

“Casrath,” Rylie murmured, and the voice which came from their mouth was unrecognizable to them; dark, heavy with want, and smooth. “Would you mind putting some music of your choice on? Something… slow.” They tossed their phone to him. 

Casrath easily caught the phone mid-air. After a bit of fiddling, a low, sultry tune slunk its way out of the tiny speakers. Piano-based, but with a hint of string and a saxophone. He set the phone down to the side. 

“Perfect,” Rylie said, and they proceeded to shut the rest of their thoughts out. 

They placed their hands on Casrath’s knees, and slid their body between them. Shifting their weight from foot-to-foot, they shook their hips back and forth. 

A long sigh escaped from Casrath’s nose as Rylie used their fingers to walk their hands up his legs, bobbing their head and shaking their hips in-time to the slow, waltzing music. Before their hands reached his crotch, they let go, standing back up to instead drag their own fingers down the side of their face, and then further down the side of their breast. 

Rylie allowed their eyes to fall shut and submitted themselves to the will of the music. They continued to dance, following altered steps of their previous pole-dancing class. The steps remained small as they danced closer and closer to Casrath, trailing their own hands down their body, across their face, chest, and hips. 

As they opened their eyes, Rylie reminded themselves that they were not the flexible type before trying to fling their leg over his shoulder. Instead, they slid their leg against the outside of Casrath’s, leaning forwards, and planting their knee next to his hip. 

Rylie sighed softly against Casrath’s lips, which now were only a few inches away. 

Casrath fidgeted. His eyes continued to roam over their entire body. His chest rose and fell in his own hard pants as he sat, tensed as a bow string. 

Rylie shot him a cheeky grin. 

That broke Casrath. He lunged forward, hooking his fingers around their hips, and dragging them onto his lap and into another dizzying kiss. A growl mingled with a purr rumbled in his chest, nearly drowning out the music. He ravaged Rylie’s lips, but rather than submitting, Rylie’s own deluge of an attack met him. 

They bit back harder, rubbed their tongue just as hard against his, and kissed his lips just as swollen as theirs. Rylie locked their fingers behind his neck, leveraging themselves to better position themselves on his lap. 

Casrath shifted beneath them as well, pulling them ever closer into his chest. Rylie’s knees sat outside Casrath’s upper thighs and their clothed crotch sat right above his own. 

With their heart still beating hard in their throat, Rylie pulled away from Casrath to gasp for air. Their hands and body no longer shook with unwarranted shivers. 

Casrath’s purr remained, and he rubbed circles into their hips with his warm palms. The touch was neither soft nor too rough. 

They sat back, peering down at Casrath with their head cocked to the side, barely a thought sparking in their mind. 

Casrath stared up at them with ever darker eyes. That demonic orange flame within raged, but for now, remained contained. 

The music, that soft piano, teasing string, and playful sax, still swirled around the both of them. 

Rylie smirked. Catching the beat of the music, they shifted their weight back and forth, a slow start to build to a full gyration. 

Casrath released a long, low moan at Rylie’s machinations. As Rylie rocked their hips back and forth along Casrath’s crotch, they trailed their fingers across his clothed chest, tracing nonsense shapes into the fabric. They watched, enraptured, as his eyes fluttered close and his lips parted yet again as another moan escaped from him. 

Heat pooled in their lower belly, and Rylie felt something unfamiliar, but all too knowable, shift beneath them as he hardened. It brought yet another smirk to Rylie’s lips, but this one a little more uncertain. 

When Casrath’s eyes flashed open, Rylie braced themself to be flipped around, for those lips to crash into theirs and for him to seize and conquer them. But instead, Casrath leaned in, and traced his nose against their own. His hands left their hips as he picked up the fallen costume makeup from the couch, and popped the lid open.

“May... I- I paint you?” Casrath breathed against their lips. His words bled into his heavy pants. 

Rylie merely nodded. 

Casrath squirted orange paint onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together, smoothing and thinning out the paint, before reaching up to brush his fingers along Rylie’s neck. 

Rylie shivered as the cold paint met their heated flesh. 

Rylie couldn’t see what Casrath was doing, but they could feel his fingers as he painted long, jagged lines down either side of their throat. He curled those lines toward their clavicles, before lifting his fingers, and then painting an unrecognizable, geometrical symbol. 

Casrath continued his own machinations, trailing his fingers to continue similar symbols on Rylie’s shoulders and down their arms. Rylie glanced down, watching as Casrath curled the paint around their biceps before drawing the same symbol on the back of their hands. 

The symbol was a simple one; a polygon with 6 sides, and yet in a shape similar to that of a Valentine heart. A dot between the sqggggggggggggguncertainty hitting them like a freight train. Up to this point, without a mirror, Rylie easily ignored the presence of their stomach. They didn’t have to look and see how it hung over the hem of their panties. Nor did they have to pay attention to how it already pressed forward and into Casrath’s own muscular front before even their breasts did. 

Not that they wanted that. A flatter stomach by itself would have been fine. 

Slowly, Rylie squeezed their eyes and shook their head back and forth. No. Not right now. Not when they had been on top for so long--

“Okay,” Casrath murmured, and his lips ghosted against Rylie’s once more in a tender kiss. The cold touch of his painted fingers brushed along their hips and thighs. “Is this better then?”

Rylie nodded. They leaned their forehead against Casrath’s. Carefully, with Casrath guiding their hips as he painted them, Rylie started to gyrate their hips once more. 

It was hard not to brush against his erection. Contained by thick denim against the side of his leg, everytime Rylie found themselves accidentally brushing their wet panties against it, Casrath shuddered. Using his shoulders as leverage, Rylie once again caught the wave of the looping music, and dove back into their wicked dance. 

Rylie played with Casrath’s hair as he decorated their body further with the red costume makeup. This time, he added details to the orange markings, crossing over the previous orange lines in twisted and detailed filigree. Casrath traced a line of red following their temples down to their jaw, curving beneath and connecting it to the orange alongside the sides of their neck. 

His heavy breathing continued to billow against their face with every shared touch. 

And as Rylie found themself lost within the sensation of his hands and the music, a soft moan slipped past their lips as they continuously ground against Casrath’s need. 

Then, he started to grind back. He snapped his hips upwards, rubbing himself back against them. 

God. 

Heat pooled in their own core, winding it tighter and tighter. 

And as Casrath reached around to grab a massive handful of their ass, squeezing hard and pushing them down against him harder, Rylie found themselves whimpering softly at their own need. 

Their eyes flashed open. They were not the fittest, and as such, already their hips and knees were beginning to hurt with the effort of keeping themselves upward. 

Casrath didn’t close his eyes, nor did they leave Rylie’s form. He raked his sight up and down their body as he continued to squeeze and fondle their ass, pressing them further down into him. He leaned in, but rather than kiss their lips, he instead nipped their clavicle before moving downwards to press the flat of his tongue against the tops of their breasts. 

He dragged his tongue in a long, sizzling lick across the top of their chest. He pressed another kiss between their breasts, right where their cleavage began. 

Rylie threw their head back as Casrath dragged another moan out of them. 

“We- we need to stop. I- I mean. I don’t want to but--” Rylie panted. 

A growl rumbled in Casrath’s chest, but with a long sigh, he pulled back. His eyes remained dark, his eyebrows drawn in, and his mouth parted in heavy breaths. 

“Yes. Yes, I-- if we do not….”

Casrath wrapped his arms around Rylie. He shifted their weight, tucking them into his chest. He buried his face into the top of their head, breathing deeply. 

“...If we do not, I will not be able to stop myself any longer from taking you right here,” Casrath murmured. 

Rylie flushed, but they nodded. “Oh.” They bit back their words, their begs for Casrath to give in for once. For him to flip them around, pull off his pants, and for him to fuck them right into the couch. 

No, Rylie told themself. We can’t. Not yet. It’s not time yet. 

“You-- you are a devious one, Rylie Hill,” Casrath said with a small chuckle underlining his words. He easily picked Rylie up off his lap to instead tuck them into his side rather than on his noticeable erection. 

“Only sometimes,” Rylie said. The smirk didn’t drop from their lips. “I- I don’t know if I did anything right. I’ve never really given anyone a, uh, lapdance before. But- but I wanted to do something nice for you. I don’t know.” They looked away as their senses came trickling back, and with it, embarrassment. “Sorry if I was heavy.”

“Rylie….” Casrath leaned his cheek on the top of their head. Picking the blanket up off the ground, he draped it over the both of them before turning the music off and hugging Rylie close. 

“You were wonderful. I do not have words in this language to explain how much what you did means to me. Nor do I have words to express just how much I enjoyed you.”

Rylie flushed. “Um, I don’t think you need words….” they glanced down at Casrath’s now covered lap. 

Casrath chuckled. “Indeed. But no, you are not heavy to me at all, Rylie. I am much stronger than I look.” He nuzzled the top of their head. “I- I know you will want to wash up soon, but- but do you mind staying here, with me, for a little longer?”

Rylie smiled softly. “Oh, Cas….” They turned, and pressed the smallest of kisses against his lips. “I don’t want to leave yet either. I can wash up in a little bit.”

Casrath’s purr grew louder. He picked Rylie up to put them back in his lap, but this time he held them almost bridal-style -- settling their head against his shoulder. 

“Perfect.”

[plasma-studios]

out of curiosity, how do you outline/write your utmv fics?

it depends whether it's a longfic or oneshot, or short chapt fic!

for oneshots, I usually just have a gist. for instance:

in a night of passion, the entire outline was just Dream and Cross fuck and it is fluffy. i mean, in the process angst did make it's way into there, but that's the point: in oneshots, it's always better to start off with a gist and let it evolve as it's written for me:D

for short chapt fics, I have a general goal (something like a gist) and a specific goal (anything ranging from a specific line of text or moment that I really want to include); for instance:

for deicide; undetified, my general goal were scenes of Dream accompanying Ink as his body slowly broke down and my specific goal was to make my way up to Ink's last words. everything else in that fic was built up after writing those two goals to give it more fluff and weight:D

for longfics, it's a little more complex! i'll need a main idea! it usually isn't very complex, but it has to be interesting enough:)

after that, it's basically balancing rambling and structuring, and doing it messily is better than never doing it, right?

for instance, Immortals & Empires:

obviously, many things have changed since, but the core idea is the "Empire AU". and, of course, the dreamtale angst at the beginning.

from there, i wrote down the motives of the most important characters (or: the characters I simped for the most and so wanted to get started writing about the quickest:

(i changed writing sites, quotev to google docs so that's why there's a theme change lol)

i never did actually finish writing the motives of the other characters. partially because i was lazy and partially because the writing momentum, yknow?

from there, i did a bit more brainstorming. heres an example of lore in its early stages:

1 did end up in the fic, but the rest didn't, apart from the second part of 3 lol.

I did a bit more brainstorming on the Dreamtale twins, went on to flesh out Ink and Error's strength and weaknesses, the history and background, etc etc-

then, once all that was fleshed out, i started planning the fic chapter by chapter. by then, i had decided on 3 acts + 10 chapters per act, which means I knew i would have 30 chapts; so i typed out Chapter 1-30 and started coming up with a coherent plot!

while i was doing that, I made notes of any sudden ideas I had. that was actually extremely useful and later developed into plot points, both major and minor. i can't actually show a screenshot because it'd be a MAJOR spoiler for the ending lmao.

after i outlined the plot, I began writing, and that was that:)

(if im being honest, some of the plot I outlined just didn't make sense. i had covid-19 when i outlined it lol, so maybe that's why? but geez sometimes I had to go back and correct it when I was writing Act 1 and 2; but it all turned out great in the endx) )

while I was writing, I definitely lost motivation sometimes because of burnout. when that happened, i went to spotify; started thinking AU ideas, and if all else was lost, i changed the font i was using in google docs.

im serious. it does wonders, i swear.

ANYWAY- I hope I answered your question, anon! thank you for the ask:]

[pinkyjulien]

🌈 Queerness in CyberPunk 2077

I wanted to make this post earlier this month but got caught up in modding shenanigans, as per usual~

BUT! It's still June, still pride, so here it is :>

▶ DISCLAIMER

All of this is my analyses, headcanons, of different characters, some of them not confirmed at all in anyway or form! I'm a queer man myself, but I do not claim to know everything about queerness and being queer, everyone experience the game and interpret the characters differently 🤲 This is only my opinions, based off canon game events, clues, hints, as well as developpers's tweets, streams, files datamining etc etc Please do not see this thread as an attack, or as something invalidating! I'm more than curious to heard what you think about my personal analyses, if you agree, if you don't, and why! If you think other characters also display hints of queerness I'd love to hear it too! 💙

This picture is an update I did in 2022 of lil collage I did back in 2021~

I posted the first version on Reddit back in 2021 and it created this whole "what do mean JOHNNY is GAY?" (because a rainbow behind a man automatically means he's Gay and nothing else right) and a lot of biphobia over his character in particular (gasp- THE rockerboy?! Biseggsual?? In my viddy game??)

▶ You can look at the thread here and have a lil laugh

SO, NATURALLY, after doing the 2022 collage, I went and uploaded it to reddit once again! Because triggering bigots and seeing them stumble over their own tongues trying to debunk everything is really funny ✨

However, I instantly muted the thread and let it rot in its own sauce for some days, weeks, only coming back to it later and Oh Boy 👀

I did a thread on Twitter last year exploring everything that was said on the thread and explaining why I put certain characters on it

Thought it'd be cool and fun to re-explore that and share my thoughts with y'all here SO LETS GET BACK TO IT 😌🤙

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I'll mainly paste screenshots of what I already said on my twitter thread, but I might add some things there and there!

Damn I was kinda pissed off back then HGHFHGF but yeah, this is also the reason I won't ever make any straight or super straight flags I do not headcanon Delamain as Asexual, as there isn't any confirmation anywhere that he's interest in that kind of interaction or not, but I'll come back to him later!

Goro being canonly Queer is often missed, and this surprises me, considering he's one of the popular character! He is interested (or not) equally in both Fem and Masc V, giving he's replying to them the exact same ways! This isn't something done randomly by the devs :)

As said in the tweet, there isn't any direct and clear evidence of Mitch and Scorpion being a couple! Their relationship is heavily queer coded and queer people are more easily picking up on it than non-queer peoeple (and that's normal) Gay men have called their male partner Friend, Best friend and Brother through history maaaany many time, and that's part of my interpretation of their relationship too, especially giving they're both veterans who fought in the same war. The poem Mitch wrotes during "I'll Fly Away" (heavily implied) is romantic and gay coded, the gay novel in Mitch's tent (confirmed to be on purpose) is what we call environnemental story telling, it's subtle but adds to a character's backstory and lore! As for the datamining, I found a Mitch awkwardly explaining to V that no, Saul doesn't have any say in whatever he's doing with Scorpion stuff "because.... because... eh, that's just family stuff"

Note on Delamain here because I've heard it even caused some drama here on Tumblr that I said that? He uses He/Him to describe himself, the Main Entity, but multiples of his splites entities uses She/Her, meaning he's literally Non-Binary in how his entity is formed (I find it really cool for an AI ngl ngl) However if my headcanon offended anyone, I apologize! and I'd love to hear others interpretation :3

There isn't any open and visible MLM gay couple in Cyberpunk 2077! Bouncing off ElvenBeard's amazing analyses and thoughts on Kerry's sexuality, he can be seen as Bisexual (confirmed by RTAL themselves) and Homosexual (confirmed by the devs before and after the game released) he can be Both and Both are correct depending on how you view his character and how he grew from his past relationship (Bisexual with a masc preference, Bisexual who have to heal from his marriage, Gay man who realized his sexuality later after a wonky marriage, etc)

The whole "Responsability=Wife" Takemura take angers me to no end, taking its roots in heteronormativity- We see Goro care for his job above all else, to me that's what his "responsability" is and always was; his job

Nothing more to add here- Jackie's only relationship we see in game is with Misty, this doesn't confirm nor deny anything! (However with how he react to V pushing him, lip-bitting and all regardless of gender, I can totally see him as being queer)

AND That's about it!

It was interesting to dig into that thread last year and thought I'd share that here, as a refresher that Johnny is Bi, Takemura too, and smaller characters like Mitch and Evelynn still have clear hints of queerness to them ✨

I really like how CP77 touches on queerness, it feels realistic, it doesn't feel forced; which, sadly, create this problem of "UH?? This is pure LIES" if a character's sexuality is not splattered in your face, which then create the "Ugh why does it have to be forced down our throat" complains

Something something, lesson here is that people will always complain about queerness, be it loud, be it subtle, so fuck it! Scream it, go apeshit over small details, over-analyse everything cause chances are: this is intentional!

More Characters

I later noticed that Regina have a naked lady tattooed on her forearm, and since we know nothing is done randomly in CDPR's video games, makes me think that she might be sapphic in some way ✨

Mateo is also one of my fav "potential queer", how he could be a trans man, but there isn't anything really to support that other than that one interaction with V

▶ Link to the updated collage Reddit Thread

▶ Link to my Twitter breakdown