#because my brain is rotten by certain game

[alelelesimz]

free choice :: tiefling! ~ the forgotten ones 🔥💣👠⛓️

[asmallmoon333]

Another Death Note AU I love to think about: Fem!Light x Male!L.

I adore these two in any form, but the potential of this dynamic in particular had me thinking plots that had my brain noodles excited since way back when I was in the middle of writing Time Speaks.

Now, L's gender wouldn't change anything about him, not really, but Light? Oh, it would be a whole new act for her to put on. And with L still male, it ensures it's not just a repeat of canon, but a whole new exploration of their characters, their dynamic, and the world they live in.

So in this AU, we have a Light Yagami who grew up in a society that told her she was lesser. That implied her gender was predictive of her place and abilities. But she wouldn't actually have a lot of anger about her gender I feel, since that goes against her natural feelings of superiority based on her intellect, so she'd just see it as the world being wrong as usual (rotten, if you will). She would look down on men for how easy they were to manipulate; not that anyone else would ever see these thoughts. Except Sayu, who Light raises with care.

Now, while said world would make it harder for her to rise up, Light is someone who gets what she wants and thrives on a challenge. She would use gender as her stepping stone, playing the "good girl" role to perfection.

And she'd be so very good at it. A much better manipulator than male Light.

Now, when she gets the Death Note, the story goes about the same at the start because Light Yagami is Light Yagami regardless.

Then in comes L, the first person who bested her, the first person she hates, and the plot changes. L is the only person, the only man, who looks at her and sees Kira. The only man who is deadpanned and blank to her "good girl" act and meets her provocation for provocation. Infuriating her every time they meet simply by being as smart as she is. By looking at her pointedly crossed arms, at her 'casual' forward-leaning posture, at her inviting smile--and blandly asking if her back hurts like his sometimes does.

How dare he.

How dare he see and value and fear her for her intelligence? He is certain she is Kira despite how aghast every other man and woman in her life is about the very idea of it.

They call L mad. Sexist. He ignores them and insists he's right, that no one else could be Kira but Light. That she's perfect.

And Light? She hates him for seeing through her. He scares her right back.

But she also can't stop herself from craving the acknowledgement.

The game between them would be so different and yet just as complicated this time, because while the two of them don't care about gender, they know this about each other, the rest of the world is not at their level and can't stop their bias about it. And Light uses that to her advantage; Kira will use any shield.

While L will do his best to strip her bare of all her lies.

So Light plays with the world's perceptions of womanhood in her war against L, using her 'weak' gender and 'need for protection' to manipulate the police against him. While L continues to pursue his Kira with a single-minded focus and certainty. He knows it's her.

But now he has to work even harder to prove it because no one is willing to listen to him. He has no proof, and in this universe, that means a lot more to the task force.

Light is smug about this, internally of course. She sweetly tells him to give up and start looking for the 'real' Kira.

L blinks at her and says he'll give up when she stops being a serial killer.

Light hates him.

But she also can't stop thinking about him. She can't stop revelling in how he sees her like no one else was ever willing to. And she eventually decides that she'll get him to give into her too, like she's gotten everyone else in her life. She'll make him admit he wants her, too. That he's human just like they all are, that he has feelings. (Just like she does).

She'll give him her attention in a way no one else has ever deserved. And L better appreciate it.

And after that? She'll kill him, of course.

She's Kira. She's pitiless. She plays to win.

But she might as well...enjoy L while he's here.

He's the only one she'd ever want to have in that way.

As for L? Well he's more than willing to play along, in any and all ways Light wants. He's seen her from the start, seen Kira behind her sweet smile, and he's entranced by her as always. He'd want her in any form, and gender is just one more tool of the brilliant mind he'll always be obsessed with, in any universe.

And he's absolutely thrilled at this game.

So, yeah!! I love this AU and one day, I'll write it, but for now thank you to the amazing artist @thanatelle who inspired these current thoughts! His work is so good <3

Fem!Light and Male!L are so very fun.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

inceltaru is so genius. kisses ur forehead. i have so many thoughts.

grinding against each other while he sits in his gaming chair, walking in on him watching some weird hentai anime, finding the nsfw manga he keeps in his bedside table.

ESPECIALLY. him thirsting over a chubby reader because his brain is too rotten from all the hentai with chubby girls hes consumed. jsut thinking about if he could ever get you to agree to recreate those nasty things with him

KISSES U BACK!! i can’t claim the idea of inceltaru as a whole (i stumbled across smthn abt him on twt like a year ago) but i’ve very much tailored him to match my preferences and how i see his character better!! when i first started writing him, it was bc there was no other content like it out there and if you want a job done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself y’know?? modern problems require modern solutions etc etc… ANYWAYS you’re a genius here this is for you MWAH!! >///<

if you asked Ajax his favourite genre of manga, he’d tell you something unassuming like slice of life or romance; he may even name some titles if pressed. he’s also a big fat liar with shelves of various adult materials, primarily centred around chubby girls and breeding. his computer has numerous tabs and folders dedicated to his favourite sites and videos unabashedly visible on his desktop. it’s not hard to come across something related to his perverted interests unless he’s chosen to stash it all away; he does this when you’re coming over.

to set the scene, it’s well into the evening and you’ve spent the day lounging in his house playing various games and chatting about mostly nonsense but he was still hanging onto every syllable that left your mouth. after drinking what you think was his fourth energy drink of the day, he went to the bathroom and you decided to poke around at the things he never let you touch. your first objective was the small shelves hidden behind a door under his bedside table. as quietly as possible, you opened it up only to be faced with a basket of… toys… and various mangas with covers featuring plump girls covered in certain substances. you were slack jawed. you had known Ajax was a bit of an oddball immediately upon meeting him from the way others talked about him and warnings your friends had given you but he was just so sweet and had a certain pathetic charm about him that you couldn’t resist. you just hadn’t quite expected these sorts of things to be amongst his collection of knick knacks.

unbeknownst to you he had reentered the room. Ajax cleared his throat and you whipped around only to be faced with the ginger sporting a half hard-on and a generous blush across his pretty face. he shifted slightly from foot to foot without making eye contact before speaking, though his voice cracked slightly.

“snooping around huh? i hadn’t quite… planned for you to see this sorta stuff so soon,” he paused as if thinking, “it’s only appropriate that you apologize, yeah? but i’m not sure that’ll cut it…” Ajax walked closer to you and bent down to be level with your face, his pupils blown wide and drool practically spilling out his mouth. “i can forgive you if you let me try out some of that stuff with you?”

he was nothing short of handsy for the rest of the night, flipping you through various positions but his hands never left your full hips for longer than a handful of seconds. Ajax practically had hearts in his eyes every time he blew his load straight against your cervix and made you whimper from the depth and feeling of fullness. his nervousity never quite left, fingertips trembling and brows furrowed, but the unsure nature of his movements was endearing in an odd way. it was a passing thought you couldn’t dwell on with the small vibrator held firmly to your clit at all times.

[sleeplesssmoll]

yet another question because i like your analyses ... what do you consider to be vertin's love language? what's her favourite to give and what's her favourite to receive. also can i ask the same for sonetto and schneider

The way my brain works is it latches into certain personality traits or in game events and then tries to find context in game to deepen these ideas/theories. A lot of these ideas end up getting exaggerated and honestly a new piece of in-game lore could change how I feel about them. Ngl, I started getting self-indulgent with this one. With that little disclaimer out of the way, here we go!

Vertin as the giver: The Provider

She can be over the top with her grand displays of affection, but Vertin will love you like she is going to lose you. Due to the Storm, she very well might.

Physical touch! Especially holding hands or touching people's hair. this post has all evidence your honor.

Providing for / fulfilling desires. Will spoil her loved ones rotten.

Your happiness is her happiness, but that also means your dissatisfaction/sadness/anger is her failure.

Will support your ideas, dreams, and from time to time, your mischief.

Will compliment and praise you. Cheesy but endearing.

Doesn't like mornings, but will always wake up with you.

If you say you lie about not wanting food (she can tell), she'll order more than she can eat by herself and ask you for "help". She always orders food with the intention of sharing

Wants to take you on trips and try new things together.

Attentive to your reactions and body language. It seems like she can read your mind at times, which makes things easier. Unfortunately, you can't read hers...

Vertin as the recipient: Comfortable as a Lover, Uncertain as the Loved.

In her mind, she is the one who is supposed to be providing for you so when someone does “too much” for her, she feels like she's taking advantage of them or letting them down in some way

Will hardly ask for anything aside from occasional favors. However, she'll always accept gifts no matter how bizarre or dangerous. Give her a rock and she'll treasure it in her room. Ugly shirt as a gag gift? She'll definitely wear it.

Likes to be involved and engaged in activities alongside you. Invite her to do things you're interested in/hobbies 

Unlike Smoltin, the Timekeeper doesn't share many of her interests. She's too busy accomodating the needs of others. Ask her to play the piano or that you'd like to see her paintings. This will create an opportunity for her to open up about things she likes under the guise of doing a service for you. Really, it'll benefit both parties. NOTE: rejecting these aspects of her or dismissing her when she tries to share something with you is a big no-no. She'll stop trying to open up. (Smoltin would keep trying, but the Timekeeper will respect your perceived disinterest)

While she can "read your mind", confirming your thoughts wouldn't hurt. Let her know you enjoy doing things together or if anything is bothering you. You opening up to her is a huge deal for her! She wants to do everything she can for you and having your trust means a lot to her.

Ironically, Vertin will never tell you “everything” and that's something you have to accept. It's not even a trust thing, but due to the way she perceives time. She values her time with you and doesn't want to ruin these precious moments with negativity since time is so fleeting. She'd rather stay positive in case that day happens to be your last day together.

If an argument does occur, Vertin is the one who gets banished to the couch. However, she usually offers on her own when she knows what's coming. Even when arguing, she still wants her loved one to be as cozy as possible. She won't allow them sleep on the couch. She doesn't like arguing and will try to make things better as soon as possible.

Sonetto as the giver: The Guard Dog

Loyalty and protectiveness (comes with possessiveness) . Will sacrifice herself for her loved ones.

Nurturing; despite people thinking she's always going to obey, Sonetto will tug on the leash if anything endangers her loved ones; including her loved ones themselves. Expect a “debate” (it's not really a debate because she won't budge until you yield) on why you need to take care of yourself or else she'll do it for you.

Clingy; Just wants to be close. Doesn't like being separated

Learning about you; she wants to be part of your life not just a bystander in it. Your favorite foods, colors, etc. She wants to know everything!

Putting up with a lot. She will follow you to hell and back. She won't approve a bad decision, but will stick around because she doesn't want you to get hurt.

Will learn new skills just to help you. If she can't do something for you now, she'll work to become someone who can in the future.

Sonetto as the Recipient: The Puppy

Wants physical intimacy but is sometimes uncertain on how to initiate. Hugs, hand-holding, kisses, she wants it all. Will initiate once she feels more confident.

Verbal praise! Let her know she's done well or compliment her.

Reaffirmation. Tell her you like her to remove doubts (you'd be surprised how powerful telling a loved one “I love you” is. Propaganda to tell an important person in your life you love them because you'll never know when the last day you can say it will come.)

Encourage her to embrace her curiosity and explore the world with her. Be patient with her as she figures things out. Even better, be proud of her.

Helping her with her crosswords in the newspaper is great for bonding time. Also likes to have meals together

Won't steal your food but she makes puppy eyes at you without realizing. Food will be shared both ways.

She likes poetry and books the most but she's happy to receive anything from her beloved.

Big doggy, but little spoon. This is one is purely self-indulgence because big doggies alway act like cuddly puppies. Puppnetto is Canon.

Will never banish her loved ones to the couch. She doesn't stay mad long enough for that and will want to cuddle even if she's angry. Her puppy eyes make her immune to banishment as well.

Schneider as the giver: Bloody Valentine

Will kill for you and die for you 

Will never keep her hands of the person she loves. PDA is imminent.

Flirty, playful, but likes to have serious and deeper conversations from time to time. This is a sign she likes you.

Clingy, but will disappear on you randomly to see if you chase her. Will reward you with lots of attention once you find her.

Will always choose her loved ones above all else

Schneider as the recipient: Wants The Love she Never Had

While she was the backbone for her family, she is a spoiled brat with her beloved. Attention, thoughtful gifts & gestures, and everything else she didn't have as a child (or had to earn herself) are expected.

Schneider values Stability and Loyalty in her partners. Despite her tough talk, she spent a majority of her life providing shelter for her family and dragging them out of poverty at her own expense. She wants someone who will stick beside her through thick and thin, despite the chaos in her life. NOTE: Sometimes she'll do something crazy just to see how her loved one would react

While she likes to tease and menace her loved ones, she will always remind them how much she loves them. She is someone who will prove it too.

Doesn't like to listen. She must be persuaded.

Dates to public places are fine, but when she's really into someone she'd rather spend more time alone with them.

Wants 6 kids, a dog, a cat, and a bird. She had 11 sisters! She's being reasonable here.

Is the one who keeps the bed and banishes people to the couch if she's mad. However, her loved ones will wake up in the middle of the night to find her sleeping against them on the couch. She loves you even when she can't stand you putting pineapple on pizza.

When it comes to food, what's yours is her's. Food thief! But, she'll be more than happy to feed you the same food she just nicked off your plate.

[wolfofcelestia]

I was gonna wait until after I read the new chapters to get a better sense of Sylus but he's already shaping up in my head so

Here is how my relationships with all four boys would be if I were MC, in like... a regular life AU where I’m not actively dying lmao

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Me and Rafayel: The "Are they really friends?" kind of friends

Probably the one I'd ask to teach me how to swim and regret it instantly

R: What, you want me to teach you how to breathe next? Me: God, fuck you R: You wish, princess

Every conversation would probably have some kind of jab at each other and it would just turn into two kids yelling at each other by the end

Also we'd be the ones making inappropriate jokes about the plushies as we fight to play the crane game

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Me and Xavier: The "Are they really not dating?" kind of friends

Gamer buddy. Probably the one I'd go to when one of my little light decorations die and I'm too lazy to go out to the store to get something to replace it. So I'd steal one of his little light decorations

He'd probably have a ton of little light features as decoys so that I won't steal the ones he wants to keep at his place

I feel like we'd be comfortable with each other because of how similar our interests are and how chill he is, and we'd probably be mistaken for a couple in public because of how comfortable we'd be just leaning on each other

If some things were different, we would've been a couple, but things just never clicked

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Me and Sylus: The "Thank fuck they're not dating" kind of... friends?

Maybe not friends, more like rivals. He'd constantly push my buttons, even more than Raf, and he'd be extremely forward with his intentions with his flashy displays to try and win me over... or is it just to one-up me and get me to say he's better than me? Either way, every attempt would be met with a stoic face or a sarcastic clap

And then he'd probably try to steal my crows and I'd try to steal his swords (hi, long-time saniwa here :3) or something alsdfkj

Basically, it would just be an escalating rivalry that looks dangerous on the outside, with people asking "when will they...?", but on the inside, it would just be like

Me: Can you stop with your...everything? Sylus: Why? Can't handle it? *opens his robes even more* Me: I'm trying to eat here!!

Why would we even be friends? Maybe because we'd both find it fun to take jabs at each other but just like with Xav, there's something there between us... there's just not enough of it to make us a couple

There'd be close calls between us, sure, with his attempts to get me to say what he wants, and his ability to make handcuffs out of his evol, but nothing ever comes out of it because there's just a certain something missing

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Me and Zayne: The "hidden smiles" kind of couple

There's no doubt that we'd look like a couple together because I'd always be holding on to his arm or something and he'd just straight up introduce me as his girlfriend to anyone who asks, but other than that, there wouldn't be any hints seen by the public

But it's only when no one's looking that the genuine smiles, the long gazes into each other's eyes, and the constant physical contact that hints at something deeper inside come out

It's hard to tell who's smitten more with the other. His coworkers would notice his lighter change in demeanor and him asking for time off when he never did before. And I'd always look forward to him coming home so I can spoil him rotten and fuck his brains out every night

It's a comforting and comfortable relationship, one where we know when the other needs space and when they just need their hand held without needing to tell each other directly

[ocean-waters]

hey ocean!!! :-) for the love your fandom ask game, let's try 14, 16 and 25!! ✨

Hey Rin! Thanks for the ask ❤️ you picked some good questions

#14: the ship that always makes you smile

Hmm. I wonder. Yknow.. I can't seem to recall any that would.

Alright, seriously, there has not been another ship like rinharu. Honestly, I struggle to put it into words since it's mostly feelings.

This pairing altered my brain chemistry and rewired me. Literally defined my taste when it comes to ship. If it reminds me of rinharu, there is a high chance i'll ship it. It's a ship that's got it all. Just the dynamic is so addicting and fun and thrilling. There is not one moment when they're together that is not overloaded with feeling. They play off of each other so well. They're both opposites, but also more similar than they realize. They have fantastic chemistry, and they are both so passionate, but they can also be pretty soft with each other too. Their moments make the show. I mean, they are the "core-axis" of free! After all.

From the very beginning of their story together, it's always been so entertaining. I loved seeing how their relationship started, grew, and evolved. It was love at first sight (or I guess you could say it was actually love at first swim). Rin's determination was unwavering, and he kept trying until he finally smashed his way through Haru's walls and eventually won him over with his charm, all while being absolutely enamored by Haru himself. And he truly did shake up Haru's entire world. Haru was so sure the only thing he needed was to feel the water. Then, in comes this smiley and annoyingly persistent kid and shows him a sight he's never seen before, and makes him feel so many funny feelings.

They're both so taken with one another, even if they don't want to admit it. I love how Rin gushes about Haru at any chance he gets, and how Haru is constantly thinking about Rin whenever they're apart. And i mean, gosh he quit swimming because he thought he hurt Rin. He had that much of an impact on Haru. They both drive each other forward, improve one another, and becomes their best selves together. Their relationship certainly wasn't without its bumps along the way, but i think that just makes it more interesting.

Seriously, when it comes to these two, they could be doing anything, and they would still have me smiling. I will treasure them forever.

#16: a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

Not sure if some of these really count as "tiny", but:

● I just genuinely love that whenever Haru has flashbacks of his childhood moments with Rin, the first thing he remembers/thinks about is his smile, and the scene is always tinted pink with cherry blossoms.

● Rin's friendship with Nagisa. He pretends to be aggravated by him, but he's got quite the soft spot for him too.

● How perceptive Nagisa truly is. He notices the small things about his friends and their behaviors. It's so sweet

● Haru's love for weird looking creatures, like northern stoplight loose-jaw kun. He would have loved sacabambaspis.

● Haru's hobby of wood carving. I would love one of his handcrafted iwatobi chan charms.

● Also one I learned about recently: Haru actually has double-jointed knees!

#25: a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

Fandom, as fun as it is, unfortunately has its rotten side. You'll inevitably come across pointless discourse of any kind during your time in it. The best thing you can do is honestly just avoid engaging with it. Don't ruin your own happiness by starting arguments with people who simply won't listen. If they're constantly popping up on your feed, simply block them and keep enjoying your side of the fandom. Constantly being met with people being destructively negative about the things you enjoy will do nothing except bring you down. It is so much nicer to just be able to enjoy things. You don't have anything to prove to anyone, and you don't need to justify yourself for liking a certain character or a ship. Just post what you want in your own circle. Be free!

(That being said, there are actually interesting discussions one can have with people who are actually willing to listen and debate properly, and those can be good experiences too. I'm just talking about discourse like ship wars or arguments like: Rin Matsuoka is a toxic character, and you're problematic if you like him!!1!!11! and such)

[From the "love your fandom" ask game]

[ebonysplendor]

Trembling Essence (Extended Demo)🌲

TL;DR: Noah is cute and all, but what isn't cute is the fact that he wants us to stay holed up in this mouldy ass house with him. Like, I get that you live around, or possibly in, a swamp and everything, but damn, bitch, you live like this...?

Game Link: https://zombeebunnie.itch.io/trembling-essence-extended-demo

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Yandere LI, Choice-heavy, HP Bar, Affinity Bar, Gender Neutral MC Spiciness: 0/5 -- Unfortunately, because this man is fine as hell... LI Red Flags: 1.5/5 -- Pretty bossy, pretty moody, and a lil' sassy, but other than, pretty solid dude (so far)

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

So, listen. I have been meaning to finish and get this posted for like three, maybe four, or possibly even five weeks now, and damn it, I'm finally going to, so overlook the excessive grammar errors or whatever; I was lowkey rushing lol. This ain't about that though; it's about this visual novel, and let me tell you, I think it's really good, and it's super promising so far.

I know, I know, I know; I say that about every game but hear me out!

If you've read my reviews before, then you know that there are certain qualities about a visual novel that just scratch my brain in a particular way and absolutely ruin me in the most perfect way possible. One of those things is a choice heavy game. As I've said many a times, I am an absolute slut for a choice heavy game. It is something about every decision that you make mattering in the most detrimental way possible, bonus points if the consequence isn't immediate. Like, yes, make me hesitate and overthink if I should have waffles or cold pizza for breakfast, dev daddy...maker mommy...program parent? Program parent doesn't have as 18+ of a ring to it, admittedly, but we'll make it work.

Anyways, as I mentioned, the game is super good, and as far as I can tell, it's pretty choice heavy. Like, I'll play a route damn near the same way, but respond differently to one thing, and there's a whole new option the next time around like huuuuuuh? Absolutely love the visual novels that do that.

I'll get more into how amazing the actual game itself is in a second, but I'm a little impatient, and I want to jump into the synopsis. Nothing even really popped off as far as showing the LI's yandere side -- well, at least not as crazy as it could be. It was implied, and there were little peaks, but nothing too wild popped off -- but this has some damn good build up for the rest of the game.

Right now, and tragically, it's just the (extended) demo, but it is damned good. But, no, seriously. I'm going to go ahead and jump into the summary. As per usual, ya girl is going to tell you as much about this game as possible without ruining the game itself as a whole. Why? Because, duh, I want you to play it! That's the whole reason for the reviews, big dawg!

So, without further ado, I'm going to get into storytelling mode and summarize the game for ya!

So, boom.

When this whole thing pops off, we're lost in the woods.

Because we're lost with, like, zero bearings of our surroundings, we just kind've wait around in this hollowed out, rotten tree for someone to come along and help us. Admittedly, kind've a tall order, but we're trying to stay hopeful in this hopeless situation, so we wait it out.

We wait, and wait, and wait, and wait some more. We're sleeping on and off, and it's honestly making us feel worse. Why? Well, first off, it's hard to sleep in the current situation we're in anyways. Not to sound ungrateful, because at least we're somewhat shielded from the cold and wind and rain -- yeah, we're dealing with that, too --, but sleeping in a literal swamp area is not the most pleasant sleeping condition, let alone sleeping outside in general. The second is, since we aren't actually fully sleeping, we just feel tired whenever we wake up. It's just an all around sucky situation, but it'd be stupid to continuously wander around when we just see trees and more trees.

With not really much of an option other than to wait and get more crappy sleep, we wait and get more crappy sleep. The next time that we wake up though, it's because we hear the crunching of leaves and someone staring us down until we wake up, and when we do --

GYATT DAAAAAAAAAAMN.

Well, well, well!! Are we still asleep? Are we dreaming because I'm about to act ALL THE WAY up. Like, my most pleasant and ladylike woof for you, my good, visually pleasing sir, and I mean

Woof~♡

Even still though, going from seeing no one to seeing someone, especially this damned close, is pretty startling, so we try to go further back into the tree, but there's not really much further back that we can go.

This guy -- his name is Noah, by the way, and is an absolute bae -- sees us do this, and he's just like "Ayo, calm down. It's just me. Also, you look rough. Haha, sorry, that was rude, but like, this is what happens when you run off". ...Huh?

"Run off"...? Oh. Oh right. This is one of those games. Lmao I almost forgot that this man is probably psycho.

Anyways, he's pretty much lowkey talking shit. Like, he's not trying to from the tone, but he's pretty firm about what he's saying. Basically, we've been gone for about 2 and a half days now, and he's like, either we can come back with him and ensure our safety and survival or we can fuck around and find out. The reason why I say this is because apparently there' s another storm coming, and it's implied to be worse, not to mention that it's going to get mad cold.

...Well, we definitely don't want to fuck around and find out, so we go with him.

He's lowkey still talking shit, though, saying that he's glad we're being "very reasonable" this time and all that, but he's being pretty sweet about being gentle with us; he even helped dust our clothes off and offered to be better company this time around.

We make it back to his cabin, and it's still kind've ghetto and mouldy, but it's better than the last time we were here, so he must've been serious about trying to be better company. That being said, Noah starts trying to rizz us up a little...or that's how I took it, because I'm highkey down bad for this man.

In actuality, he just knows that we're in pretty bad shape and is trying to help us out by getting us on the couch, cleaning our face, feeding us, getting us warm, and, honestly, trying to be as gentle as possible. Partially, because he probably doesn't want us running off again, which he makes super clear because, as most people like him do, he explicitly tells us to never pull that crap again and that he just wants to keep us safe and all that.

Anyways, he gets us some clothes and let's us take a shower. Just because I feel that it's necessary to be said, there's mould in here, too, but it's only a little bit, and it's at the corner of the ceiling. Now the thing is, we can smell some kind of cleaning products so whether he used it on the walls or the utilities that were in the bathroom, we're not sure, but it reassures us that he does at least make an attempt to clean. I mean, the mould is still gross, but at least we aren't outside in the storm and freezing cold.

After a bomb ass shower, we head back out into the living room and regroup with Noah. He makes sure that we're all good and heads into his room to call it a night, but not before very sternly -- what's up with the random sass? -- telling us to not wake him up. Like, yeah, because there's so much to do in this dank, mouldy-ass, minimalist cabin that would cause such a ruckus, Noah. Like lmao be for real, homie.

Whatever, though, we just kind've let him go on about his business. Once he's gone, we look outside and oof...

He wasn't bluffing. Not only did it rain like he predicted, but it's coming down mad hard.

...

I mean, it would be totally stupid, yeah, but we could take our chances and escape for realisies this time since we're refreshed, or we could wake up Noah like he specifically told us not to do, maybe look around a bit which he also told us not to do for whatever reason.

Hmmmm...decisions, decisions.

Super sorry if the storytelling didn't flow as well as usual (if it even did beforehand), but I was pretty excited about getting to the review.

Me, personally, this was a demo done so absolutely correct. I'm honestly anticipating this visual novel so hard, and it's more for the story than the actual game because Noah is so...normal so far? Like, right now, he just seems like your typical tsundere hard ass that gets sassy for no apparent reason but has those really soft moments. I'm so ready to see this man come totally undone. Like, I need to see how psycho this man actually gets, because why did we run off the first time? Did we get kidnapped? Did he help us and wouldn't allow us to leave? Are we actually his partner and we tried to call it quits but our memories got wiped and now he's trying to start fresh so that's why he doesn't want us looking around? Was the reason we left because of the mould? Like, I have so many questions, and I'm invested in this story.

Can we also talk about the affinity and health bar? Such a nice touch; I love it. The way that everything in me just drops whenever either of those bars starts dipping down, and then the apprehension I got when they'd get dangerously low. Like, wait, what's going to happen to me? I'm honestly so excited to see what kind of turmoil the dev decides to create with it. I wonder if it's not what it seems though. Like, I wonder if you have to get his affinity in a certain range versus trying to max it out or as close to max as possible. You know, like you can't just always be a "yes" person towards him, but you're not supposed to be super combative either; just enough to get that cozy 72% and unlock a true ending or something.

This game has so many possibilities and so much potential, and I'm just damned excited about the direction that it's going in. The art style is sleek, the LI is a total bae, and the story is storying; it's an experience and a damned exhilarating one. Like, I'm in deep just because I'm so curious about, first off, what's going to happen next and, second, what tricks the dev still has up their sleeve that they hadn't showcased yet.

Okay, I think I've gushed enough. I absolutely recommend playing the game if you haven't already. Like I said, as far as the LI goes, nothing too out of pocket happens, just some sass, but the build up is damned solid. Definitely give it a good playthrough if you're willing, not to mention, there is multiple "endings" just in the demo which is wild. But yeah, if you want to give it the ol' college try, here's a link to the game. If you end up liking it and/or want to give the dev that extra push to keep going with a classic "Ayo, this game is kind've dope, and you are you. Give MOAR", head over to the game page (or the dev's tumblr) and post those encouraging words; if you're able, drop a few coins for them, too -- I'm sure they'd appreciate the extra support.

That's all from me though, so now, I'm going to somewhat awkwardly close this out and use this as a transition sentence since I can't think of anything better.

As always! A huge reminder! Drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to you around~!

Trembling Essence

Dev's Tumblr Page

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #27

I'm more than a little dejected today. A new trailer of your upcoming game was shown to us today. In it, they painted you as this evil, horrible person. Some people in my world talk about you as though you were rotten and awful from the time you were born. Some people in my world say that you've been so abused by the world that you are now broken beyond hope of recovery. Still others say that, because of the way you were made and how you were raised, you're so different from and alien to everyone else that there's no possible hope of you ever belonging anywhere.

…The end result of all these thoughts, naturally, is that many people in my world think that the best thing that can happen to you is for you to be "put out of your misery" as though you're nothing more than a rabid animal, as though there is nothing more to you than the mistakes you've made, as though you (and others in my world who are similar to you) are not a sentient, thinking, feeling being, capable of being spoken to or reasoned with. Having empathy for you is VERY unpopular here, and it is a great way to become further ostracized, even amongst those who may or may not also consider themselves misfits.

I feel heartbroken about this sort of thing. Even if you were absolutely devoid of empathy (and you've shown time and time again that you are very much NOT devoid of empathy!), that's still not an issue of morality - that is a brain wiring issue. Some people really are born with problems in the parts of their brain responsible for empathy; it is not their fault. When that happens, it requires proper supports to be put in place so that they can thrive without hurting others despite their condition, not judgment, persecution, and demonization. Anything less is ableism. And I live in a world rife with ableism, and lots of other very unpleasant "-isms" and "-phobias" that prevent certain kinds of humans from being treated like actual people.

Sadly, it is also the case that I live in a world where, when people make mistakes, especially if they think the person should have known better than to make a mistake, people tend prefer the metallic, sanguine taste of retribution and punishment over the sweetness of mercy and restoration. It's for this reason that the cycle of pain continues ad nauseam in this ridiculous and terrifying place.

I'm scared that I'm going to have to prepare myself to watch you die a second time. I don't really know what else to do to help you, so in the trailer that was shown, I put a small wish for good things. Good things upon Cloud and his friends. Good things upon your world. Good things upon you, especially.

…People laughed at me. One of them said something to try to make me feel small, stupid, and worthless. For whatever reason, they seem to lack the necessary empathy and critical thinking skills required to understand that the way stories are told in my world ends up weaving the fabric of society and influencing how humans view and therefore treat each other and themselves. Stories, by and large, are thought experiments that people then apply to the real world as moral templates and as patterns of speech and behavior.

What this person failed to see, as well, is that real people in my world are already treated in much the same way that you are treated in yours. While the way you are treated is broadly applicable to any human who is "othered" in my society, when I look at you and consider the way you think, speak, move, and behave… when I consider your mannerisms and general way of being, you look very similar to neurodivergent people in my world. In particular, your general existence seems to have a lot in common with autistic people. Or, rather… I am autistic, and a lot of your behaviors, mannerisms, speech patterns, movements, and general way of holding and carrying yourself look a LOT like mine. To an almost eerie extent, even.

…And… I know for sure… If I had spent a week straight not eating, sleeping, or hydrating in favor of reading wildly inaccurate books (this is called hyperfocus; it's an autism/ADHD thing)… I also would have taken everything I read at face value (literal interpretation of information and assuming by default that what's being said or written is true is another autism thing). If I had taken everything at face value… spent my life being used, abused, and exploited by people (we have that in common), been led to believe that humans are why there are no more people like me in the world, been led to believe that my mother (we know Jenova is not your mother) is being held captive somewhere and subject to cruel experiments… watching in despair as those who call themselves my "friends" witness me struggling without trying at all to help, looking at all of the people around me who are complicit in this kind of horror…

Sephiroth, if the old version of me had your phenomenal power, and was subject to your exact same circumstances, I… I don't think I would have been able to make a better choice than the one you made. I don't like the choice you made. It was terrible and inexcusable, and I'm sure you regret it very much at this point. But I still don't think I would have been able to choose differently than you. I would have been too angry, too full of despair, too emotionally unstable from being starved, dehydrated, and sleep deprived to control my thoughts and impulses… we are all at our worst when we are in states like that. And for a person who was taught that compassion is weakness, that violence is the answer, and that directly asking for help and support is not an option (we have this in common, too; I've since unlearned this nonsense), it's almost impossible to make kind, merciful, loving choices when we're at our worst. It's almost impossible to simply walk away.

…Truth be told though, I'm not 1000% convinced that the place wasn't already on fire before you walked out of the library. I saw what Shinra did to Banora, just because Genesis had gone over there. To get rid of anything that might make Shinra look bad, they firebombed the whole place, razing it to the ground, and killing everyone there, whether they were involved with the madness or not. It wouldn't surprise me at all if Shinra had decided to firebomb Nibelheim, just because they knew you were digging around in their secret archives. It wouldn't surprise me at all if you came out of the library either just before they finished or just after they finished, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if people saw you in the middle of the wreckage, assumed you did it, and then tried to attack you for it; I've got a couple memories of trying to clean up something my stepbrother broke, only to be discovered partway through, being accused of having been the one who did it, being accused of only trying to clean it up because I wanna try to hide what I did, my explanations and protests being taken as lies, and getting punished accordingly for it, while my stepbrother laughs in the background. Circumstances are different, but the mechanics are the same, if it was the case that Nibelheim was firebombed by Shinra.

You might be asking how any of this relates to my world. And the answer to that is simple:

People tend to assume the worst of intentions when it comes to anyone who is "othered" by society. Marginalized people catch flack for doing the same exact things that "normal" people do. When "normal" people scrounge food from an abandoned, wrecked store after a storm, it's called "finding resources". When black people do the same thing, it's called "looting". When "normal" people bring up a similar personal experience to show another person that they understand what they're saying, it's called "empathy". When autistic people do it, it's called "making it all about themselves". When a father brings home pizza for his children, it's called "being a fun dad". When a mother does the same thing, it's called "being a lazy parent who feeds their children junk food". I could list so many more examples, but the main point is this: if you are in any way different from what society at large considers "standard", people will tend to interpret everything you do as either hostile, manipulative, lazy, or some variation thereof, no matter what your actual intentions are. And then when you try to explain your intentions, people will think, "you doth protest too much" and dismiss your explanations as "excuses" or outright lies.

And you are very different from that which is considered "standard". You're very tall. You seem to have hypomelanosis. Your long hair removes you from presenting as "traditionally masculine". You're intellectually gifted. You're very physically and magically capable. You present as someone who is very much not allistic. You're a survivor of horrific abuse. You were raised as an orphan. With these and so many more things, you stand out.

So then, of course nobody pays attention to the fact that you don't judge what people are capable of by their sex/gender or age; they paint that as "ruthless" instead of as "unprejudiced". Of course when you encourage Angeal and Genesis to take the title of "hero" from you by besting you in a friendly sparring match, they accuse you of being arrogant. Of course when you act shy and socially awkward, people instead interpret "aloof and cold" (we very much have this thing in common). Of course when you demonstrate how amazingly capable you are, people aren't going to see someone who is trying his best to help; they're going to instead see a showoff who is full of himself (we have this in common, too). People overlook the fact that without hesitation, you offered yourself for Genesis's transfusion. They overlook the smile on your face and the love in your eyes as you recount some of your memories to Zack. When you're a human that is classified as "other", your goodness, no matter how large it is, gets overlooked in favor of focusing like a laser on your flaws, no matter how microscopic they may be.

And the opposite holds true as well - If you're "normal", your flaws get minimized while your good aspects get magnified. It's why people love Rufus Shinra and the Turks, despite the fact that they are responsible for FAR more deaths than you, either directly or indirectly, and even though they threw some ACTUAL HUMAN TRAFFICKING (we saw this in Before Crisis) into the mix, just for funsies. Somehow, even though you did your things to try to build a world in which no one else should have to suffer in the same way you did, and they did their things solely for the sake of profits and for maintaining an economic chokehold on your planet, they do not see Rufus or the Turks as evil. Even though the siphoning of Mako would kill the planet just as surely as Meteor, they still don't see Shinra and the Turks as evil. Or if they do, it's not nearly to the same extent that they see you as such. And this would baffle me, if not for the fact that these people are wealthy (in Rufus's case anyhow), allistic-presenting, possessing of a "normal" skin tone, and looking far more "traditionally masculine" than you do. It's very frustrating.

I understand the mechanics of why people get "othered", and I understand the mechanics of why people think it's okay to be harsh and cruel and dehumanizing to "othered" people. But I don't have the energy right now to articulate these things. Maybe I'll get into it in some other letter to you, but for now, I'd end up writing a book (I might have basically turned today's letter into a book by accident anyhow…), and I'm a bit too tired for that.

So, suffice to say: I know why people are so mean. I really, truly do. But at the same time… why in hell are people so goddamn mean all the fucking time??? Why does "I wanna tttyfck Tifa's bewbs" get all the loves and supports and likes, but "Let's wish for good things upon everybody" gets indifference, derision, or hate??? How does that even work???

I'm tired and I want to go home. I'm tired of the trope that is, "abuse survivors are ticking time bombs, liable to snap anytime without reason or warning". I'm tired of the trope that is, "some people are damaged beyond repair, so it's foolish to even bother trying to help them". I'm tired of the trope that is, "autistic people are evil, emotionless robots devoid of empathy". I'm tired of the trope that is, "people who make mistakes deserve punishment and death". If they write your story a second time in a way that ends with you being slaughtered again, it will simply reinforce these tropes, and reinforce broader cultural trends that influence how people like me get treated in this world.

And… I'm tired of being laughed at for wishing compassion and mercy upon other people. I'm tired of screaming love into the void only to receive indifference, revulsion, and derision from others. I'm tired of my kindness being viewed with suspicion and mistrust. I am tired of being branded as insincere, dishonest, or "too-good-to-be-true". I'm tired of all the subtle and not-so-subtle ways that this world and most of the people in it tell me that I don't belong and that I'm not wanted and that I should just disappear so that nobody has to deal with me anymore. I'm tired of all the ways that people seem to enjoy hurting me and others, meanwhile I'm always supposed to be the bigger person and neither fight back, nor give tit for tat. I'm tired of, "we can fix this" being met with doubt, cynicism, and churlishness - part of the reason we can't seem to do anything about the looming climate crisis and the endless wars and the continued oppression of "non-standard" people is that nobody wants to listen to the people who know how to fix these problems. And from this… I'm tired of seeing my friends and my loved ones struggle and get hurt while trying to live in a world that is actively hostile to most living things. I try really hard to keep my chin up and be good all the time because I've lived through horror and know how I don't want to be, but… I'm still only human.

That being said… as much as I wish I could disappear, as much as I wish, every night before I go to bed, that something will happen in my sleep that makes it so that I don't wake up again in the morning, I'm still not done here yet. I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do while I'm here - even when people do ask me for help, they tend not to listen to anything I say because I do not live in the kind of body that most people are willing to take seriously (because I am "othered" in a variety of ways), and when I do kind things, people generally wonder what my ulterior motives are (spoiler alert: I have none). My hands and my voice feel bound almost all the time. And so I kind of just wander around, aimlessly and directionless, wondering what my existence is even supposed to be for. But I do know that I've not yet met all the people who I will make smile. I have not yet met all of the starfish that I must try to toss back into the sea, like the boy who walks along the shore in that one story. I have not met all of those people who, seeing me dried and stranded on the shore, will try to pick me up and toss me back into the sea.

I can't succumb to the pull of the quicksand yet, tempting as that thought sometimes is. So when I get like this, the only thing I know to do is to try to reach out to someone else who might understand and know what to do. I try to hydrate. I try to eat. I try to rest. When things seem hopeless, tending to myself and trying to connect with the safe people around me sometimes helps. When things seem hopeless, sometimes I write to you, even though I know you will probably never see any of this.

There are far fewer safe people in the world than there are borderline (or outright) violent ones. But still, safe people are everywhere if you keep an eye out for them. I just gotta try to focus on that knowledge. After all, the Horse from the story about the Boy and all his animal friends has very good advice: "When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love, right under your nose."

I'm scared for you. Scared for me. Scared for the people I love. Scared for my world at large. There are just so many things going on. But I'll keep going; what other choice have I got? I can't go around leaving Lumine-shaped holes in the hearts and souls of the people who care about me by exiting this place prematurely, right?

You can't go around leaving Sephiroth-shaped holes in the hearts and souls of the people who love you, either, got it? Promise me. Please.

I already had an epic sandwich today, but maybe I'll get me some mac-and-cheese, too. Mac-and-cheese fixes most things, at least temporarily. I hope someday that you'll be able to sit someplace comfortable and eat a warm, delicious bowl full of mac-and cheese; it's good for the soul, even if it's bad for your arteries, hahaha!

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[pjunicornart]

SC0R-P10N (cw: body horror)

I was sitting in a coffee shop today and made an abomination, as one does. It's another variant of what I feel a dystopian future for MtR (specifically, Cornelius) would look like. First it was Dor-15's pet, now I present to you: Biological Experiment 1: SC0R-P10N.

For those who can't read my handwriting, here's the majority of the most important points: - His body is more mechanical than biological. Some biological elements remain. - Special reinforced bowler hat. - Needle delivers a "healthy" dosage of tranquilizers. - Flesh is infected and rotten. - His humanity is still in there. - Replacement robotic limbs for the ones that rotted off. - Forced to act feral (because Dor-15 sees him as an animal). - Due to technological advancements, Dor-15 now have biological elements, which requires incubation time. - Stomach heals after "birthing". - The tail contains pieces of his brain and heart. So you take out the tail, you kill him. - The tail is directly connected to his spine.

Under the cut is more info about how he'd work.

Okay, so I'm imagining this as if it were a game. One where you play as Wilbur trying to fight for his future; His goal being to get to the time machine which is locked up in Dor-15's main operations building, where his mother and father are both twisted experiments who help Dor-15 with her sick endeavors. Carl would be his companion throughout the adventure.

Cornelius I feel would be the second to last boss of the game. (The final obstacle before Dor-15.) Over the course of the game, I feel like he would've been a looming, constant threat. Something along the lines of Nemesis from Resident Evil 3 (original), but more tame. Like there are certain areas of the game where you'd have to sneak around Cornelius. It would be an instant game over if you're caught.

How would his boss battle go? Well, since his life force is essentially in his tail, I feel like it would be like Ko-omote from Ghostwire: Tokyo, where you'd have to sneak up behind him to rip parts of his tail off. For reference, here's what Ko-omote's battle is like -> YouTube Link.

After the battle, Wilbur would have to watch as his father comes to, feels all the pain his body is in (because it's basically a corpse), and dies. Not before seeing his son for the first time in years, and telling him how proud he is. Carl would help Wilbur give his father a proper-ish burial. (As proper as you can get for a shit show future like this.)

SOUND DESIGN AND MOVEMENTS! Obviously, because he's basically animalistic, he moves on all fours and has a move set similar to arachnids. However, I also think he would move a lot like Queen Chrysalis from MLP:FiM. Bug-like and weird. See the first couple of seconds of this clip to get a reference -> Queen Chrysalis

For sounds? Easy, like the Warpers from Subnautica. Cornelius can still talk, but it's completely distorted amongst mechanical whirrs and glitches. Here's what the Warpers sound like for reference -> Hunting. Analyzing.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

resident evil 7 mia and ethan

can I go on a weird tangent? for a sec? I got reminded today that at some point playing through RE7 and leaving Zoe behind my mind just went blep. In the first hunger games book we hear about a hunting trip that Katniss and Gale went on where they watched two people run for their life one was murdered and the other was captured and there was a line where Katniss and the girl who was captured lock eyes and Katniss says "you never forget the face of the person who was your last hope" after thinking of that I went off on a different thought about Peeta getting hjacked in the last book and programmed to kill Katniss.... and Katniss just not being able to deal with it and everything aka Katniss wasn't qualified to deal with Peeta's hijacking which is a huge minefield.

Much like Ethan with Mia yes Ethan was a ass to Mia but she did chop his hand off with a chainsaw and there is a element of he knew something was rotten with her job (they both say so like Mia at the start of the fucking game "i did lie to you I shouldn't have" and Ethan on the boat after fighting Mia, fighting Mia again; molded; Jack three times and Marge twice and poor deputy anderson was a thing and the clancy chronicles), as Mia's spouse Ethan was suspected of having something to do with her disapearence by the police (something I don't see get brought up often) for who knows how long (depending on the cops it could have been a short amount of time or they could have been so certain they tried to get a false confession when my mental health is shit I watch true crime and one of the videos I watched by Eleanor Neale two parter I think can't remember it but it was one of the many cases she has covered where all cops are bastards) probably from when they realise a ship full of people went missing to their brains catching up and realising how one person miles away can cause a huge ship full of people to disappear

also I love how Ethan says "try" to Mia after she say's she can't and then Evie destroys the boat and draw Mia into the Annabelle and to the tape where she remembers everything clearly. I say clearly because as Mia says she only remembers a little and its a hard difference between reality and halluicantion because Evie made her hallucinate a door not being there

Mia: "Ethan, thank you."

Ethan: "Who the hell else was I going to choose?"

Mia: "Ethan!"

Ethan: Mia, I know you've been through a lot. But we need to talk. You had something to do with all of this, didn't you? Look, I just wanna know the truth."

Mia: "Ethan, I honestly don't remember."

Ethan: "Try!"

"Is that the boat? How the fuck did that get here?"

"You're OK. What the hell was that?"

"What the fuck? What is that? What is that?"

basically how can a traumatised person help another traumatised character when it was bascially a cause and effect, Mia caused Ethans trauma it was the last thing she wanted don't get me wrong but it still happened much like Chris trying to protect Claire by not telling her even a little bit about what happened in the Spencer Mansion. But him not telling her lead her to go too RC.(its also why I think a RE5 remake is so needed because Chris is traumatised as fuck and it doesn't show through much like OG 4 didn't show Leons shit mental health) its basically their traumas going against each other like pinballs (thanks ladyknightthebrave video about Haunting of Hill House for putting that line in my head).

and Mia calling Eveline a little bitch was her both resigning herself to her fate whilst also trying to provoke Evie as she saw it happen with Alan he was infected yes and possibly dying but Evie killed him (also with Alan is when Mia got infected- cutscene death of a friend) and it worked Evie doesn't show up again until Ethan is in the salt mines and when we see Mia again she is hooked up to a IV in the helicopter

[takaraphoenix]

C, M, and W?

Thanks for playing! :3

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

The probably never will is the tricky part. There's pleeenty of NOTPs to go around, but I have also encountered versions of ships I didn't like that made me like them in the end, or there are aspects of the ships that I do appreciate.

So something that I'm really sure of nobody/nothing could make me like and I never liked. Let's go with the very first ship that comes to mind there. Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince. Just does not work for me and I'm very sure I'll never come around on it. I also have veeery solid OTPs for both characters too; I'm a multishipper at heart so it's rare for me to have an actual One True Pairing for a character and those are both characters where this rare instance applies, so that weighs heavy in too.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

This is way harder unprompted, like that I'd have to think of a ship too, to say something nice about. xD

Uuuhm so let's go with shippers. Despite not sailing the ship itself, I do like Karadox shippers - Brainy/Kara - because they're a real nice bunch, the ones I've met through the Supergirl fandom? And I also think they're really, really chill.

Because their ship, despite being a major ship for Kara in the comics, was not endgame - or even a brief ship - on the TV show. And they didn't go about harassing actors and fans about it. They're happy with the crumbs they get and while obviously disappointed their ship didn't sail, they didn't get nasty about it?

That just stood out all the more prominently in comparison to certain other shippers within that fandom? Not to name names, but I think if you are familiar with the Arrowverse, you know which shippers in the same situation acted wildly different. *clears throat*

So, especially contrasted by these, it really stood out to me how friendly Karadox shippers are? And generally also more open to other ships, like multishipping themselves or generally accepting that other people may ship these characters with other characters.

(Mind you, I can not speak for all of them, I'm sure there are some rotten apples in the bunch too, but that's always the case. The overall fandom behavior though, and the lovely individuals I've met have given the ship a very good name.)

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

Oooh. Huh. Mh. Damn these are very hard when I have to also decide on ships. It's like suddenly my brain remembers not a single ship I have ever sailed... xDDD

Okay, let's go for five ships with different kinks too. Since I, uh, like to pile my favorite kinks onto my favorite ships... <_<

Shadowhunters: Malace + pet-play.

PJatO: Nicercy + praise kink.

BtVS: Spuffy + strength kink? I dunno what you'd call it but you can't tell me that Spike doesn't totally get off on seeing Buffy throw people around and stuff

RotG/HTTYD: HiJack + temperature play

DCMK: KaiShin + Shinichi having a thing for Kaito's hands, I don't know what you'd call that, but I know that's a thing and I'm sure our very talented thief would make that work ;D

Fandom Ask Game

[koruyama]

I hate living in this world so fucking much.

Everything is already so exhausted: Every last curiosity, intrigue, new paths to follow, it all follows the same pattern in one way or another.

I hate having been born with this brain: Able to dissect and understand everything around me to a capacity that makes absolutely nothing unpredictable: There's no surprise anymore, no big new area of the mind to explore. It's all just the same, rancid old shit.

Having these same repeating problems; Big, small and every other incognizant size in between, is so exhausting. Nothing ever changes; The paths to these dynamics never end up going anywhere else but where I already know they will. I've already exhausted all the possible 'new' ways I could look at things, infinitely so, to the point where there's just nothing left but exhaustion.

It's like just starting a new game; A big, wide world full of things to explore, and in one consistent, cognizant and conscious swoop, you finish the whole damn thing before you're even supposed to finish the starting area, because you've been 'blessed' with hyper-processing power.

It's all so infuriating: This world's dynamics are so bland and rigid: Nothing ever changes! No one has the gall to throw a wrench in the machine and sow some real chaos, shake things up a little. Which is hypocritical for me to say, considering that even if I did find myself in that environment, I'd just process everything too fast anyway.

To cognify a world that would keep up with my baseline-existence standards, it would be unrealistic: There are certain qualities in me that simply make such a world feasibly impossible. So even if I did try to simulate the world I want, I'd not have the brain power to fully emulate the scope of it.

I'm in a quantum transistence of being ever so (not) good enough. I exhaust myself every day just having to lug my own weight in this shithole. The constant energy drain that goes to maintaining my own constant upkeep is exhilaratingly suffocative; I'm. Tired.

Of existing, of being, of having, of living. It all causes me too much stress, to the point I've eaten away at any internal resource I've had left. I'm a walking, electric husk of curse-borne flesh and bone, wanting to elevate myself to fibers and any other synthetic material that could help me be better at me.

I'm not human: I know I'm not. When I feel out my perceived form, I can't even begin to cognify its true state; I'd rip my mind in half. All I know is that I'm rotten on the inside of this disparaged, fleshy core.

Even now, the words I mean are in a quantum state: Infinite shuffling possibilities of the intricate state of all-knowing meaning. Incomprehensible to the human eye. It'd rip them a new one.

I'm just so tired of being, man. I just want to dissipate into a puddle, and let go of all this tension. I just want to ascend to the damn ether and call this charade quits already..

[therealeagal]

Baldur's Gate 3

I have been playing the crap out of this game and I adore it to itty bitty pieces.

I'd say my favorite class is Paladin/Warlock. Bard is a close second.

Scenario: You're some rando who gets kidnapped by psychic squid people. They stick a baby squid person in your brain. But something is rotten in the state of Denmark! The baby squid person isn't bursting out of your skull like it should. What's going on?!?

And you've got psychic powers now...armed with your wits and a bunch of randos, you set out on a whirlwind adventure to save the world.

Baldur's Gate 3 is adaptated - yes, adaptated - from the famed tabletop game Dungeons and Dragons. You fight the bad guys, you roll the dice, you don't afraid of anything. It's a riot. If it didn't get GOTY for 2013 it shoulda. Play it. Love it. If you don't, I hate you.

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Tangential subject change. Feel free to stop reading now if your constitution and charisma stats are low.

You may recall that many eons ago I incurred the wrath of the death spiral with a rating of the companions you might encounter within the game. I won't point fingers, because it truly is on me for not expecting stans of a certain character to get pissy at me for rating him so low...rest assured, aforementioned stans, I don't actually rate him below Minthara and the Absolute and all. It was a joke.

In fairness, I could have done more to clue people in rather than relying on them to take the time to think about the tone of my rating instead of having a knee-jerk reaction to the low rating. I know what kind of place tumblr is. How could I not have seen it coming a mile off? Mea culpa. I accept full responsibility. Hate me if you will. If you Wyll. (Ha!)

Strike me down. Throw stones if you must.

As a great comedian once said, you're always taking shots from people who just don't get the joke. (that's also a joke. I should start notifying ya'll when I'm making humorous quips [that's a joke too. I won't actually do that except to mock you {just kidding! I love you guys!}])

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Danse cuenta de algo - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor fanfic

This is the 2 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

Falling or not?

Danse cuenta de algo

May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

Fooling around together

Sleeping for nightmares

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

I like being this close

Im actually changing the order the more I write for this ship, also I write in English and Spanish but sometimes I feel like more writing a 20 pages fic in a certain language of course

Since im in a rampage writing with this new ship I want to make some announcements

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

The next one will be a Nora x Arthur, I don’t actually play with Nora since playing with Nate makes more sense to the plot of the game for me but my brain is rotten of fanfics of her

As for Danse and Nate I want to write another lemmon, this time with Sole Survivor being pinned

Nate y Danse habían vuelto al Prydwen después de completar algunas tareas, el paladin necesitaba recargar munición y el caballero una ducha caliente, se había unido hace poco a la hermandad así que no había explorado demasiado el dirigible, la realidad era que cuando llegaban a la nave separaban caminos, estaban mucho tiempo juntos cuando trabajaban así que las distancias no hacían daño, tan sea un poquito…además era su comandante, no su niñera

En cuanto bajaron del ventibird que los subió a la nave en los aires empezaron a caminar cada uno para un rumbo diferente, pero al poco tiempo Nate vio algo que le llamo la atención y le pego el grito a su comandante.

-Hey Paladin Danse! –el hombre suspiro, maldita sea justo cuando quería algo de paz, se dio vuelta y le miro, se habían distanciado unos cuantos metros –eso de ahí es un gimnasio?

-Es una sala de entenamiento –le grito desde su posición –aveces los soldados están a cargo de un instructor y aveces van solos, nosotros no estamos a cargo de nadie.

-Puedo ir yo también? –al verlo asentir le hizo una seña de un ok con la mano y cada uno siguió su camino.

Danse no le presto mayor importancia y siguió a lo suyo.

Dejo su servoarmadura para mantenimiento, fue a su recamara, se baño, cambio de ropa, comío, dejo sus armas en mantenimiento también…iba camino a descansar con un libro en la mano cuando vio a Nate en los pasillos con una toalla al cuello y unos…pantaloncillos inesperadamente cortos

-Que se supone que estas vistiendo?

-Shorts

-De donde los sacaste…?

-De una tienda de Boston de hace 200 años

-Y por que…?

-Por que fui al gimnasio

-Sala de entrenamiento

-Eso

-Tu entrenas?

-Hombre pues no veo muchos gimnasios 24 horas abiertos en los yermos así que estoy un poco fuera de forma…pero si lo hacía, tu no?

-Hago sentadillas y abdominales en mi recamara

Nate le miro de arriba abajo, sonriendo pícaro al ver que llevaba una musculosa en lugar del traje naranja de siempre –me doy cuenta, en fin, yo termine por hoy, tengo que ir poco a poco para no lastimarme –Danse le asintió con la cabeza y Nate simplemente se retiró, como quien no quiere la cosa.

Le llamaba la atención desde luego, nunca le había visto como alguien deportivo pero era verdad que el hombre caminaba, corría, escalaba, nadaba, trepaba y hacía de todo con mucha facilidad.

Verdad que el había sido militar también.

Pasaron unos cuantos días arriba del Prydwen, descansando, Nate salía de vez en cuanto pero el no, si no le encargaban una misión de la hermandad el prefería quedarse por si le necesitaban, que Nate hiciera lo que quisiera con los asentamientos de los Minutemens, les seguía de cerca con la radio Libertad, así que si, lo veía salir y tomarse sus ventibirds…pero también volver, y le entregaba documentos técnicos al caballero Quinn, también muestras de sangre…lo que si, también lo veía caminar por los pasillos con una lata de agua purificada…y esos shorts tan inapropiados para caminar en el Prydwen…

Aparentemente estaba entrenando todos los días, no le había ido a ver.

Otra cosa que también había escuchado era que estaba pasando tiempo con Haylenn en los archivos, quien estaba de paso en el Prydwen por unas cosas que tenía que tener listas para llevar a la comisaría de Cambidge de vuelta.

Le llamaba la atención, pero no le importaba demasiado meterse, no era su asunto, era extraño ya que siempre lo oía llore y llore por Nora pero…un poco de..atención no le haría daño desde luego.

El amor podía hacer cosas muy fuertes

Al quinto día de lo mismo le gano la curiosidad de los rumores que oía del nuevo recluta en la sala de entrenamiento y se acerco a mirar: se encontró una escena muy particular, el hombre estaba haciendo barras junto con otro soldado, tenían una pequeña multitud a su alrededor y por lo que entendía, había 2 personas contando sus movimientos.

Se acerco con  asombro, no se esperaba esto!

Nate tenía puesta una musculosa, unos shorts negros que le llegaban un poco más arriba de las rodillas y…nada más, en cambio el otro soldado tenía unos pantalones anchos y gruesos, y una remera manga corta…no lo atribuía a la ropa por supuesto pero la agilidad que le permitía el estar más suelto ayudaba.

-50…51…52..

-35…36…37

Vaya, los marcadores de ambos eran muy distintos según escuchaba los contadores de cada uno, no se lo esperaba para nada.

-Hace cuanto que están así? –pregunto a uno de sus hermanos que estaban en la pequeña multitud.

-Creo que unos 15m, Nate va mucho más rápido, hicieron una apuesta por que el compañero decía que no estaba flexionando las rodillas hacia arriba correctamente y que solo estaba pataleando en el aire…

-La realidad es que el ahora esta sufriendo eso! Mirale! Apenas puede levantar un poco las tobillos! –comento otra compañera

-Y que esperas? El escriba supero los 30 levantamientos, es muchísimo eso

-Me sorprende eso de Nate, yo le miraba mucho más blandengue…

El cuchilleo de sus hermanos le hizo rodar los ojos, blandengue Nate? A ese hombre lo había visto correr hacía un supermutante suicida por que apostaba que podía matarle explotándole el cráneo con el servopuño antes de atinar a explotar la bomba en su brazo…

Aún así, más de 50 barras no estaba nada mal, buen trabajo.

Y estaba flexionando las rodillas correctamente, los talones tocándole el trasero cada vez que subía y doblaba las rodillas.

Cuanto llevaban en el Prydwen ya? 5 días? Desde luego esto era…mucho avance! Sería acaso talento natural? Era muy poco tiempo para dar tan buenos resultados después de estar 200 años congelado.

Se quedó viéndolo unos momentos, fascinado, realmente era bueno pero lo que más le llamaba la atención lo hacía ruborizar…la forma en los músculos de sus pantorillas reaccionaban con el movimiento, la facilidad y agilidad con la que podía subir y bajar las piernas, la fuerza que estaba usando en los brazos y como los músculos se le tensaban…hasta el como se le marcaban una vena en el cuello y otra en la frente del esfuerzo lo estaba haciendo ver sexy.

Acaso le gustaba que se viera fuerte y capaz? O realmente estaba muy lindo? Muy fuerte y apuesto? Un impulso, una sensación fantasma se puso encima de sus hombros, como si fueran los dedos de Nate, se imaginaba su agarre fuerte y decidido encima…

-45…46…47…

-Ya basta! –susurro el otro soldado de la hermandad, dejándose caer al suelo desde la barra, apoyándose en sus rodillas para taparse la cara con la otra mano y tomar un poco de aire, tapándose de vergüenza, maldita sea, no había podido!

-63…64…65….66…67…-al notar que su contrincante le había abandonado Nate dejo la barra cayendo suave y delicado al suelo de goma de la sala de entrenamiento, ambos soldados que estaban contando dejaron de hacerlo, riéndose un poco entre ellos-el ganador es Nate!

-Vaya vaya, supongo que me he ganado esos discos de vinilo que me habías comentado…-le dijo al perdedor con una sonrisa, estirando un poco los brazos dándolos vueltas en círculos, estaba un poco endurecido y tenso del esfuerzo…

-Buena suerte encontrando un técnico de tocadiscos…-le susurro amargo y con la respiración agitada el soldado en el suelo, llevándose la mano al pecho para tranquilizarse.

-Estoy seguro que me las arreglare, tráemelos en la próxima comida…-no es que fuera un presumido ni nada pero estaba satisfecho, el ejercicio le ponía así, lo hacía poco pero le gustaba entrenar, le divertía hacerlo. Desde luego, estaba cansado y con un poco de dolor muscular, hiz muchísimo esfuerzo sostenido usando cada vez más fuerza gradualmente, flexionar tanto las rodillas no había sido fácil pero cada día había estado mejorando más y más y el progresar también le daba ánimos además ya se iba acostumbrando a la sensación de pesadez y esfuerzo luego de entrenar…Se iba a dar la vuelta para irse a las duchas hasta que vio a Danse entre la multitud –muchas gracias ustedes dos! –saludo a los muchachos que habían hecho de contadores, estos le devolvieron el saludo con una sonrisa y cada cual volvió a sus cosas, incluso el muchacho en el suelo que había perdido la apuesta se levantó y se fue a descansar a una banca cercana tomando de una lata de agua purificada –no esperaba verte por aquí!

-Que espectáculo te has montado verdad? –le dijo Danse con una sonrisita, Nate uso una de sus manos para masajearse ligeramente la palma de la otra, las sentía endurecidas y tirantes después de estar sosteniéndose en la barra metálica por tanto rato.

-Me sorprendió, no están acostumbrados a competir o hacer cosas entre ustedes? –Danse se dio cuenta de lo que estaba haciendo Nate con sus manos.

-Por lo general siempre venimos aquí con un instructor –señalo al otro extremo de la sala donde justamente había un grupo de iniciados con un profesor siguiendo una rutina de boxeo- es raro que hagamos cosas entre nosotros

-Ya veo, además tampoco el lugar es tan grande como para tener mucha gente además de grupos programados…

-Bueno los espacios del Prydwen son reducidos y se usan lo mejor posible…-se le quedo mirando, de arriba abajo, se había quejado de los pantaloncillos pero…la oportunidad de verle las pantorrillas estaba ahí y le parecían super hipnotizantes- te duele?

-A que te refieres?

-Lo de la mano y…

-Todo el cuerpo, no recuerdo como masajearme a decir verdad

Danse le miro con enojo, suspirando cansado- mejor probar rompiéndote un ligamento y quedarte incapacitado para combatir verdad?

-Lo estoy tomando con calma…-derrepente y de la nada, el paladin le agarro de la muñeca, sorprendiendo de sobremanera a Nate a quien las mejillas se le prendieron como si fuera fuego, creándole un calor insoportable en todo el rostro, tenía ganas de tocarse las mejillas con los dedos fríos como para compensar pero el tenía su mano así que...

-Mira, es así como tienes que hacerlo…-y  de la nada, se había dejado acomodar y mover como si fuera un muñeco de trapo por el paladin, quien comenzó a mover sus dedos apretando con fuerza y destreza, moviéndolos aveces en forma circular, presionando la yema en movimientos largos, apretando con los nudillos en determinados puntos…

Ah…el antebrazo de Nate era una fiesta…trago saliva, aparte el masaje se sentía muy bien…

Nate no quería que se notara pero se le estaba acelerando la respiración y como no hacerlo? Si estaba frente al hombre que más le volaba la cabeza y su toque lo destrozaba.

Danse era alto y grande, masivo en relación a el, cada vez que estaban cerca quería que lo estrechara entre esos fuertes brazos…nisiquiera eran tan grandes y musculosos, tenía brazos flaquitos en realidad pero esos hombros gigantes le daban un porte hermoso que paraba sus pectorales haciéndolo ver de lo más…perfecto…solo eso era, era perfecto, y llevaba mucho tiempo debatiéndose si estaba bien desearle así de la nada por que simplemente un par de veces su coqueteo fue reciproco…

Tuvo que apartar la mirada cuando el paladín bajo para verle, tenía muchísimas ganas de mirar directo a esos ojos cafés, quería perderse en esa mirada pero…no…no quería ser tan evidente y arruinarlo todo.

-Creo que deberíamos salir del camino…estamos en el medio…-susurro despacito, queriendo poner su atención en otra cosa más que en el hecho de estar siendo cuidado…

-Vamos a la banca de por allá, queda también el otro brazo

Había más? Nate sonrío estúpidamente, se sentía en el cielo.

Ambos se dirigieron a sentarse en una banca donde tenían show de los otros soldados haciendo su rutina de entrenamiento.

-Les enseñan este tipo de cosas en la hermandad? –le dijo queriendo iniciar un poco de conversación al tiempo que Danse tomaba su otro brazo para hacer lo mismo, masajearlo con fuerza en movimientos de abajo a arriba, de la muñeca a los codos.

Ah…su manos se veían realmente lindas apretándolo así…

-Es cuidado básico, tenemos que saber hacerlo por si un compañero se lastima en el campo, alguien que retrase al grupo es una carga para los demás, arruina nuestro poder táctico

La mortalidad de los soldados de la hermandad aun así era bastante alta, nunca se lo recriminaría a Danse por que el mismo tampoco ha podido proteger grupos de Minutemens que asistían a su ayuda y hacían malas maniobras terminando muertos, era simplemente la vida en los yermos, era difícil tener una carrera larga usando armas…

Nate se sonrojo al prestar atención al movimiento de sus manos, toda su piel estaba cubierta de vello negro que subía por su antebrazo y se empezaba a detener en sus bíceps…Danse era guapo, definitivamente guapo.

-Tienes alguien aquí en el Prydwen? Como son las relaciones entre soldados de la hermandad?

Al paladin le extraño la pregunta, venía por el asunto de Haylenn de casualidad? Aún así siguió trabajando en su brazo, subiendo más y más para arriba, comenzando por su codo.

-La gente puede casarse si es eso lo que preguntas…-sus manos iban lentamente subiendo, masajeando, tocando sus bíceps para relajarlos.

-Entonces si se pueden juntar entre ustedes –era verdad que sentía los músculos entumecidos y duros, y la verdad es que lo que el paladin estaba haciendo daba mucho efecto.

-Pues claro, si hay familias en la hermandad hay niños, si hay niños creciendo protegidos bajo el manto de la hermandad y sus ideales es mejor para todos…-poco a poco se iba acercando, un poco con la pierna, girándose, bajando la cabeza a mirar bien que es lo que hacía…tampoco era que tocaba a lo sonso y movía los dedos a lo pavote, había técnica en lo que hacía y tenía que prestar atención para no lastimarle

-No hay mucho incesto? Familiares con familiares, muchos han de ser primos…-ambos se iban dando cuenta despacito de como la distancia se iba cerrando entre ellos cada vez más, y la realidad es que el paladín estaba honestamente trabajando en hacerle un masaje muscular…

-Creo que se a lo que te refieres, no debería importar –la respiración de Nate se cortó al verlo tan cerca, aún así tenía que disimular…

-Como no va a importar?  Imagina casarte con tu hermana…

-Todos somos hermanos en la hermandad del acero –Danse levanto una ceja mirándole, Nate solo se veía confundido por la conversación

-Sabes que no me refiero a eso

-A diferencia tuya, en los yermos no eliges a quien amar, te aferras a ellos una vez lo tienes…-por un momento Nate quiso mirarle a los ojos, sentía algo profundo.

-Y…-Danse le miro, y ambas miradas se encontraron, clavándose una en la otra por un buen rato, sin poder despegarse de la otra- actualmente te has aferrado a alguien aquí?

El paladín suspiro, dándose cuenta recién ahí lo que preguntaba, bajo la mirada y le dio un último apretón a su brazo.

-No, yo no actualmente, he tenido mis límites...pero puedes si quieres hacerlo –sus manos dejaron el brazo de Nate y lo dejo ir, el hombre giro el brazo y sonrío ligeramente, dándolo vueltas, cerrando y abriendo, probando.

Estaba bien. Hizo un buen trabajo.

-Te agradezco, de a poco aprenderé de nuevo a tomar cuidado de mí mismo.

El paladin simplemente se levantó y se retiró, confundiendo a Nate que no entendía nada, que le había dicho? Se había ofendido o simplemente se había cansado? Que hizo mal?

Se quedó mirado un segundo en la dirección en que había salido y luego miro el piso, suspirando.

Al menos tenía la posibilidad de tener una relación en el Prydwen, si el las había tenido con lo serio y estoico que era…

Danse volvió a su recamara e intento ponerse a leer unas entradas en su terminal para despejar la mente.

La vida en el Prydwen le estaba sentado bien se veía, como para preguntar por relaciones y estar tan cercano con la escriba de su escuadrón, no le importaba ni tenía por que meterse pero era desde luego curioso…antes se había aprovechado un poco a tocarle de más, lo reconocía, no era tan grave ni se notaba tanto, pero se había entusiasmado tocando su piel y lo fuerte de sus brazos…verlos antes en la barra trabajando le había causado algo y ciertamente la idea de tocarlos lo había hipnotizado, pero también era verdad que le había masajeado para aliviar la tensión muscular luego de una sesión de ejercicio eso sisisis.

Se ruborizo al recordar lo rígidos que se sentían, era verdad, Nate tenía brazos fuertes, si podía levantar el servopuño era que los tenía, que podía escalar y trepar como lo hacía en los bosques y prados de la Commonwealth. La vista se le perdió en el negro y verde del terminal, realmente no estaba trabajando ni prestando atención a lo que quería hacer pero la visión del hombre subiendo y bajando realmente lo tenía bobo…

Se conocía, y no jugaría al tonto, le gustaba, le estaba empezando a gustar físicamente, ya sabía que tenía una conexión con el de la otra forma, que se sentía cercano y en confianza como no debería sentirse y aún así estaba cómodo con ello, que el sentimiento era reciproco, que le había prometido que no le dejaría y que estaría ahí para el por que le importaba…

Recordar eso le saco un suspiro, era una promesa muy grande…

Se dio cuenta la atención e interés que la había puesto que hasta la había visto una vena en el cuello y la frente…que exagerado.

Le gustaba, maldita sea, le gustaba.

Al día siguiente paso muy de casualidad como quien no quiere la cosa por la sala de entrenamiento, ya a este punto no tenía la chance de unirse a un grupo así que le tocaba hacer la suya solo por que estaba muy por detrás de la rutina y coreografía de los demás soldados entrenando.

Hoy estaba…haciendo sentadillas? Y abdominales? Suspiro al verle, eso si que lo iba a lastimar.

Se acercó a el y cuando Nate se dio cuenta que una figura alta y grande le tapaba la luz no tardo en reconocerle.

-No pensaste en pedir ayuda a un compañero?

-Es para eso de que te sujeten los pies?

-No es una fantasía. Es necesario –al ver al paladin agacharse en frente suyo y sentir su fuerte agarre tomándole de los tobillos se ruborizo, la visión de tenerlo encima le hizo levantar unos calores extraños.

-Ahora si puedo? –susurro ligeramente nervioso, tenía los brazos detrás de la cabeza y el estomago entumecido, duro y tenso, en cuanto el paladín le asintió con la cabeza comenzó a moverse de nuevo, levantando la mitad de la espalda con loa brazos detrás de la cabeza orientados hacia delante.

-Cuando saldremos de nuevo? –la pregunta le llamo la atención a Nate, quien bajo lentamente la espalda hasta tocar el suelo.

-A donde? –otra vez, un levantamiento, Danse tomo de sus tobillos y los acomodo un poco más para que la pose fuera más cómoda

-De salida, tienes tareas de superiores, encargos y…-por un momento se iba a poner caliente pensando en como sería ser levantado por el paladin y arrastrado a  una cama pero cuando le dijo eso mato toda la pasión, mas trabajo noooooooo.

-Lo estoy pateando, no tengo ningún  incentivo a ir a jugarme la vida por un set de imánes de hace 200 años atrás –Danse le miro con molestia, en lo que volvía a subir y lo enfrentaba con la mirada.-por que? Me estas esperando?

-Tal vez

Que? Que carajos era eso? Le estaba coqueteando? De vuelta? Podría ser que Nate estaba sintiendo una increíble tensión? La estaba sintiendo enserio? Por que si no era enserio mejor no quería sentirla…o era solo un gas atravesado? Volvío a bajar la espalda y se quedo por un segundo mirando el techo, y después miro a la nada, y después volvió a subir

-Yo si salgo, no extraño la Commonwealth para nada.

Danse se obvio los comentarios de como pensaba que los Minutemen estaban explotando no solo su buena voluntad si no también sus habilidades, pero bueno…

-Y que pretendes hacer aquí todo el día? A diferencia mía no conoces a mucha gente…-la mirada de Danse se centro en el cuello de Nate, por dios quería besarlo, quería mordisquearlo suave, verlo flexionarse así lo estaba calentando un poquito pero se veía tan…trago saliva, cada vez que el hombre subía tenía ganas de montarlo y tirarse a besar su cuello.

-Estoy estudiando –el paladin salía de su calientranse y levanto una ceja, Nate lo vio y rio, esperaba eso, el hombre subió, bajo y volvió a subir –todo empezó cuando me di cuenta que nunca vi abejas…vi todo tipo de insectos evolucionados pero no abejas…

-Bueno los insectos al volverse enjambres de gran tamaño y necesitar más lugar mutaron para instalarse en otros ambientes, muchas especies que eran globales se mudaron a otro tipo de terrenos para satisfacer sus necesidades de humedad y oscuridad…

-Claro, eso lo se ahora, explorando me di obvia cuenta que casi no hay libros escritos después del apocalipsis, que me iba a costar un montón ponerme al día…-el paladín lo pensó por un momento, era verdad- hay alguna gente que escribe en libros deteriorados pero por lo general no tienen mucha vida, o muchas páginas están rotas e incompletas…

-Por no decir que los escribe cualquiera…

-Cuida tus palabras, yo podía escribir un libro y ser más verídico que todo lo que escribe la hermandad –una vez más Nate subió y le dedico una sonrisa picará, bajando cuando vio que le había molestado el comentario.

-verídico bajo tu propio cesgo…

-El cesgo de un hombre de clase media alta, ex veterano con una esposa con estudios universitarios en un país capitalista…suena bastante bien, 200 años y muchos más antes de que yo naciera solo se escribían libros bajo sesgo de gente rica –Danse rodo los ojos y le di un ligero apretón, suspirando otra vez.

-Entonces?

-Nada, aproveche la ocasión de que aquí al menos hay información escrita en este siglo, y que si tengo una duda sobre algo tengo a los escribas…-aquello le sonó como una patada en el pecho a Danse, al tiempo que volvía a subir y bajar.

-A quien? Si no conoces a nadie –sabía la respuesta, y sabía que no necesitaba oírla sin embargo…

-Haylenn, yo aprendo y ella se pone al día con material atrasado –bum, ahí estaba la patada metáforica, realmente sintió un golpe que le retumbo en el pecho y no entendía por que, bueno, lo entendía, lo quería para el…una vez más suspiro pesado y profundo con una gran bocanada y lentamente sus manos subieron por todo el largo de las piernas de Nate, agarrándolas, posándose sobre sus rodillas mientras mantenía el contacto visual, agarrando de estas .

La sensación de los vellos de sus piernas contra sus dedos le resulto de lo más intoxicante, lo mismo la firmeza de sus pantorrillas en sus palmas.

Una parte de su cabeza le decía que era el momento perfecto para dejarle un beso, incluso se visualizaba besándole, así medio inclinados como estaban, la otra parte le decía que estaban en público y que…debía estar malinterpretando todo, que capaz no era así…o capaz sí, pero no podía arriesgarse a no estar seguro

-Me alegra te hayas unido a la hermandad y estés usando sus recursos sabiamente.

A Nate se le paro la respiración, hundiéndose hacia el suelo pero esta vez sujetándose con los codos, no queriendo perder ni un segundo de estar conectado a esos bellos ojos café a la vez que quería seguir sostenido.

-A mi también me alegra estar aquí…-quería completar la frase y decirle que estaba contento de estar aquí y ahora con el pero antes de poder seguir hablando el paladin se había levantado.

Dios lo había dejado en el suelo como a una muñeca virgen de trapo, casi con las piernas abiertas.

-Tengo cosas que hacer, si te vas a reunir con Haylenn de nuevo dile que te pida algo lindo de la Commonwealth por las lecciones, ella siempre se deja llevar por los regalos,  y tu asegúrate de llevárselo –tras decir eso, se alejo caminando y el lo vio irse.

La cara de Nate se puso roja de furia, se le había llenado la cabeza de humo como a una pava haciendo agua caliente y estaba a punto de explotar, se paró sobre sus codos y lo miro irse al tiempo que el también se paraba y se daba la vuelta para irse a correr a una caminadora.

Necesitaba quemar furia, adrenalina, emoción, pasión, TODO.

Que había significado eso!? Que carajo era eso de levantarse e irse!? Que mierda con tocarlo de una manera tan íntima y poco apropiada entre…militares e incluso amigos e irse así nomás!? Por supuesto que no esperaba que le comiera la boca en medio de la sala de entrenamiento pero había sentido esos ojos! Esos ojos y esa maldita y palpable tensión sexual entre ambos! Se había hecho muy obvio como para ignorarla asi nomas…y simplemente eso hizo! Como si no hubiera pasado! Se levanto como si nada!

Se había hecho tan obvia que hasta se podía confirmar! Y se fue nomás!

Debería cogerse a Haylenn enserio solo para darle una lección por hijo de puta.

Todavía podía sentir el agarre de sus manos en la parte trasera de sus piernas, y recordar la sorpresa que sintió en ese momento le ponía enfermo!

Danse volvió a su recamara y tras cerrar la puerta se recargo en ella, tapándose la cara con las manos, tomo aire pesado y profundo y volvió a suspirar como llevaba haciendo todo el día

Una sensación de calor extremo le recorría el cuerpo entro, como si fueran nubes de vapor…y ma que nube de vapor ni que ocho cuartos era calentura, estaba muy caliente, se río al pensarlo por dentro, aún así tenía una sonrisa boba en el rostro.

Era realmente una cosa…linda…tener estos sentimientos por alguien de nuevo…te hace feliz y te hace pensar en mil escenarios donde todo esta bien…

Simplemente el tener sentimientos por una persona es algo que te llena de júbilo…

Por supuesto que iba conectado a una gran atracción sexual pero tal y como veía las cosas prácticamente desde el primer día era mutuo.

Debería decírselo? Ser honesto? Ir de frente? Sería correcto ponerlo en esa posición siendo que obviamente el sentimiento era mutuo por ambos?

Tal vez no como su…oficial comandante, no en este momento, al menos incluso en el Prydwen debían mantener las apariencias.

Pero era difícil, estaba en el lugar donde se sentía más cómodo y contenido en todo el mundo, era tan fácil dejarse llevar, el lugar era ideal y las situaciones seguras como para permitirse relajarse y soltarse así con otra persona…cuanto llevaba sin sentir estos sentimientos por alguien? Capaz un par de años, antes de ser paladín seguro que si…

Nonono, lo haría, se confesaría, le diría que le gustaba pero solo que…no ahora…como su oficial comandante no era apropiado hacerlo y mucho menos siendo que el…era un viudo reciente…le daría un tiempo para poder desarrollarse un poco más y tener seguridad de ambos lados, además el también tenía miedo de tener a alguien tan cercano y perderlo, no importa lo que Nate le quisiera asegurar y lo capaz que fuera siempre temería por su seguridad, no estaba listo para aferrarse así

Al día siguiente como quien no quiere la cosa lo fue a ver a la sala de entrenamiento, gimnasio como el decía y lo encontró haciendo levantamientos con las piernas sobre una de las maquinas, ahora peso? Que inusual.

-Creí que entrenabas en tu habitación -le dijo Nate al sentirse observado, no estaba de humor desde ayer

-Puedo pasar simplemente a saludar…haces mucho ejercicio con las piernas –susurro con curiosidad, sin embargo su vista se fijo sola sobre su cuello, otra vez, era más fuerte que el, trago saliva.

-Tengo facilidad –el estaba recostado sobre la banca, con los pies puestos en el agarre y las rodillas flexionadas para poder empujar los pesos con estas. Danse se estaba sintiendo incluso incomodo por sus propias acciones, como si fuera un acosador que venía a tomar ángulos de la persona de la que estaba interesado y…francamente lo estaba haciendo, para que mentirse, se sentía avergonzado de si mismo, no tenía ningún motivo para estar ahí más que buscar...su compañía y que le hablara y mirarlo siendo atractivo…

-Puedes usar estas con los brazos también –le señalo, con la vista fijada en como su estómago se doblaba y sus caderas se levantaban ligeramente para mover las piernas hacía arriba y abajo, dios la vista era hipnótica, no le podía sacar los ojos de encima por mucho que se regañara.

Era supersuper atractivo y masculino, cualquier movimiento que hiciera lo estaba haciendo gritar por dentro de ganas de comérselo.

-No se como –se estaba sintiendo supersuper observado, lo sabía, no eran imaginaciones suyas, y no es que se estuviera vendiendo ni poniendo así apropósito…era la menos intencional de las atenciones la que Danse le estaba dando, por un lado su mente se felicitaba a si mismo por el descubrimiento exitoso y por el otro quería estrangularlo con sus propias manos por no ser más directo- no necesito tu ayuda –al ver la cara de sorpresa de Danse sonrío vengativo, sabía que iba a ofrecerse-ya tengo ayuda.

-Si? –wow que había sido ese rechazo tan contundente? Y por que lo había volteado tan…pesado…Inhalo aire para no caer sobre sus propias rodillas.

-Nate! –una voz femenina sonó desde no muy lejos, al voltear a ver se encontró Haylenn caminando hacía ellos también con una ropa de entrenamiento, mucho más adecuada a la hermandad-Paladin Danse buenos días! No esperaba encontrarlo aquí.

-Yo tampoco…-por un momento volteo a ver a Nate, quien seguía subiendo y bajando…

-Me pidió ayuda por que desconocía el uso de mucha de las máquinas de entrenamiento –dijo la muchacha, sentándose en la banca de la máquina que estaba al lado de ellos, Nate simplemente seguía subiendo y bajando el peso concentrado en sus pies, como si no pasará nada.

-No me esperaba que me dijera que si, realmente a los escribas los preparan para todos los campos –al ver que la muchacha comenzaba a preparar las manijas y tornillos de la máquina Danse se sintió fuera de lugar, era verdad, el no estaba entrenando ahí, nunca lo hacía, estaba de más en ese momento –han cambiado la técnica y el uso luego de 200 años

-Cuestión de diseño –respondió la muchacha testeando los elásticos y resortes, sin ninguna intención más que la de dar una mano y despejarse un poco.

Danse cerró los ojos y se tomó un momento, se dio cuenta, no era bienvenido aquí y ahora.

-Solo pasaba a saludar de todos modos, Haylenn nos vemos a la cena si? –la muchacha le asintió y le saludo mientras seguía a su tarea de testear la máquina. El paladín se retiró y Nate le vio irse igual que las otras veces, enojado, si bien era la situación que había planeado, le molestaba que se fuera así nomás como si no quisiera hacer nada más.

Luego de eso, Nate desaparecería del Prydwen por 2 semanas, yéndose a la Commonwealth a hacer tareas de las cuales no le informaba ni comentaba nada a nadie.

Y Danse estaba ahí, pintado al oleo evidentemente, humillado como oficial comandante no sabiendo el destino de uno de sus soldados, esperaba que Arthur no lo supiera realmente para no quedar como un total incompetente.

Nisiquiera había pasado a ver a Haylenn, ella no sabía nada de el, solo que le había dejado de recado que le consiguiera una determinada tecnología pero desde entonces no se había visto ni comunicado, le pregunto si algo había pasado y no, habían terminado la tarde bien y luego de eso el hombre simplemente desapareció, nisiquiera se presentó a la cena en el comedor del dirigible.

Evidentemente, ella no era el problema, la escriba seguía con su vida normal, quien estaba preocupado y algo consternado por su partida era Danse, claramente se había querido alejar de el, no es que estuviera hilando finito ni imaginándose cosas pero…si, lo había notado entre ambos.

Era realmente la mejor de las ideas abordar el tema desapareciéndose? Claro que no, pero lograba el efecto de hacer maquinar a Danse y arrepentirse de ciertas cosas, además de dejarle bien en claro que el era el problema

Al regresar al aeropuerto, Nate aparecío con Albondiga en una servoarmadura azul muy peculiar  de un diseño muy extraño con inscripciones de una bebida llamada Vim y…alcolizado, super super super borracho, tenía que estarlo para poder soportar el dolor de estar TAN contaminado de radiación como lo estaba volviendo de su…excursión.

Tuvieron que hacerle un lavado de estómago y a Danse no le quedo de otra que ir a ver que tal el soldado de su escuadrón al menos para reportarse de que no lo había abandonado a su suerte.

El reencuentro fue más frío, y ambos tomaron un poco de distancia del otro.

  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14241642/1/Danse-cuenta-de-algo

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

Yoohoo, I just started delving back into Dangerous Fellows. In order to get my brain squeezing out that creative juice I read what other people think characters would be like in scenarios or with a certain character trait (yandere is the trait.) If I may ask, how would you say that Yan Lawrence from Dangerous fellows would treat his darling who tried to escape from him. Or would he even keep them captive in the first place? I mean, we are talking about a apocalyptic world and he does perform extreme acts when it come to the player. Do you think he would punish his darling, if so what would he do to them?

Yan Lawrence 🥺🥺 So!! We actually get a good idea of this in the second memory you get with his route, so if you don't really want spoilers for that, I would reccomend playing it for yourself on the game (or if you want to know what I'm talking about, this video is the second memory without leaping through hoops for tickets). In this, I'll add on to what would happen afterwards because that's mostly up to MC in the game.

With that...

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CW: Yandere, kidnapping/captivity, slight zombie gore, slight mention of physical punishment

Age Rating: 13+

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Yandere!Lawrence x Reader - Escapism

They say you can't outfox a fox, which can't be more true with Lawrence. He's the sneakiest yandere there could be- hell, his route already paints him as a clear yandere, so taking that times 10 means Y/N is going to struggle with escaping the school's basement he's held you hostage in.

However, your smarts and kindness got you stuck with his obsession in the first place. With how careful you approach him, how trusting you have to get him... You notice how he fails to close the door to the outside immediately.

Perfect

One night, Lawrence returns from a medicine run. A large pack is slung over his shoulder with Ethan's bat in his free hand slows him down to a half drag half walk.

"Y/N! I'm really glad to see you. Can you help with this right quick?"

Under your breath, you mutter "...Sorry for this."

"Huh-?!"

You push him to the side and rush to freedom, up the stairs and towards the moonlight beaming from the cracked windows above.

"Y/N, wait!" His words fall on deaf ears, his darling already busting the front door out to freedom.

1 week later, you're fending off a hoarde of zombies, clutching to your makeshift pack as you swat them away with a sizeable stick.

It's no use, they're already inching in, slowly lugging themselves with gnashing teeth and beady eyes. Sharpened nails tear at the air above you like the hungry fangs of snakes.

This is it. You close your eyes and accept what's going to come.

WHACK!

Inky dark red liquid spatters on the alleyway wall, the one zombie hit tumbling on the others in a stooge like manner. Repeated hits to their bodies pulverize the undead into harmless bags of rotten flesh. With one eye opened, you finally assess the damage.

Minor cuts and bruises litter your body, with a total count of 6 zombified corpses under the boots of an enraged Lawrence.

His eyes are narrowed yet reflect the sunlight, the brown reflecting an almost amber shine.

"There you are! Y/N, I thought I lost you forever!"

Lawrence quickly scoops you into a tight embrace. You'd have thought he'd be a lot more angry, but the new wet spots on your shoulder and trembling sobs coming from what was just a cold hearted killer hinted otherwise.

"Do you know what I would have done without you? How far I searched to see you again? Y/N, you could have been badly hurt! This is why you need me to protect you, darling..."

Once back at the school basement, he locks you right back in. The first (and only) escape was enough to have him watch you like a hawk for the next few weeks. After all, the rations would last up to a few months without any action. New locks and measures decorate the room, adding a rather distasteful rat cage aesthetic.

He'll never trust you the same, but slowly you can regain some semblance of faith from him with excessive love, affection, and passing his new tests of loyalty.

If this stunt was somehow pulled off again, he would resort to physical punishment... But for now, it's a cute little misunderstanding~

[clouseplayssims]

Medieval Traits Project

So I know I’m supposed to take it easy, and I’m trying to do that, but there are limited ways for me to shut my brain up when it wants to think about THINGS.

That said, I haven’t forgotten about my interest in traits - specifically, I want all the sims 3 medieval traits in game. I’m fairly certain I can make the objects without fuss, but I would like for them to do something, you know? Trouble is I’m not sure what I even want some of them to do, or I have ideas but they might be out of my realm of experience. So I’m gonna try but I’d love to idea source a bit.

Under a cut because it’s long. Please keep in mind my intent is to just make the objects and then if I’m feeling squirrely try and make them function.

Adventurous

Ideally I’d like if a want to go to a community lot rolled up more frequently, or hiking wants. it would be super cool for a rabbit hole interaction of “go on an adventure” but again, I am but a simple creature and it makes me a bundle of nerves thinking about it. A boost to fun after completion would be top notch.

-Giving Discuss Adventures and Describe Exotic Locales social options.

Call of the Sea

Fishing wants rolled frequently, regardless of aspiration. If the rabbit hole thing is even possible, “go on a whale hunt” would be cool.

Chivalrous

I love the possibilities for this trait and romance sims. You have no idea. Now what can and can’t be done, especially by me... different story. Best option: if a sim is dating/married/engaged, all romantic options with other sims are unavailable. No flirty, no touchy, no thinking about touchy. If that can’t be done, then they take a mood hit for cheating. Single chivalrous sims would have a boost to any romance they begin.

-Give donate to the poor at mailbox option.

Creative Cook

Preparing meals is quicker. Meals are more filling (like the seasons crop bonus but always for these sims?) and give a medium mood boost to fun as well. These sims can also eat rotten food without penalty. Potential way to unlock whale stew only for them?

-Give Gush About Cooking social

Dedicated

Genuinely, I have no idea how to translate extra responsibilities to TS2.

-Give Complaint About Work friendly social.

Earthy

Better mood when outside - similar to loves the outdoors. Increased percentage of finding cool stuff hiking? (without breaking hiking mod) Finding bugs more easily than other sims? I’d love to tie this to Sun&Moon objects when it comes to herbs too, not sure how.

Eloquent

-Give Comfort with Well-Chosen Words, Pontificate Poignantly, and Give Inspirational Speech friendly socials.

Entitled

An available allowance via mailbox? Starting funds for careers less? I like the idea that these sims don’t get along with non-noble/royal sims unless they’re also entitled and it takes longer to build those friendships.

Evil

Not sure if it’s possible to give them a mood boost when they witness “evil” but boy howdy I’d love it so they always did the evil witch hand-rubbing grin whenever nonsense like a brawl or public woohoo went down.

Excitable

10 neat points and asked to clean levels of excitement about everything. Mood boost for socializing, cooking, or fulfilling a want. Would it get annoying? Maybe. Would it still be adorable? Obviously

Friendly

Friendly interactions are accepted more often.

-Give Compliment Garments and Say Kind Words friendly socials.

Fun-Loving

Mood boost when having fun. Wants to do “fun” things more often like juggle, jump on the couch, go to community lots, etc. Mood tanks when “bored” aka fun gets too low.

Good

Committing “mean” socials causes mood decline. Able to donate to the poor at mailbox. Other sims get a small mood boost when completing friendly interactions with these sims.

Greedy

Mood boost when they earn money. They can also borrow money without having to pay it back from other sims - small and large amounts.

Haggler

Wholesale prices available always? I like the idea that sims with the merchant trait have a harder time building relationships with haggler-traited sims. Not sure if they can haggle at sim-owned businesses or not, like... asking for the “offer at” lower price option?

Hopeful Orphan

The one that started it all. I had a sims in TSM with this trait and I’ve always wanted it in TS2. Not sure if the game can randomly send them information about their parents - the only thing I can kind of think of is the thing where you get products to “try out” from random townies.

-Give Ask About Parents, Tell Life Story, and Talk About Parents friendly socials.

Jokester

Funny social are jokes have greater positive effective. Mood boost for other sims after hearing jokes.

-Give Jest About Dragons, Jest About State of Kingdom, Joke About Peasants and Nobles funny socials.

Loves Family

I want this different from family-oriented. One should be more direct family, the other should be like... I just love my whole family I’m showing up to all their nonsense with a supportive banner.

-Give Talk About Family and Spread the Love friendly socials.

Scholarly

Wants to read books come up more often. Examine everyday objects? No idea how to include that.

Solitary

Positive mood boost when alone. If the rabbit hole thing can work, “go on a solitary quest” would be a nice option for them, just to make them different from loners. Negative mood when around crowds.

Unkempt

Can sleep anywhere - no naps, we sleep on the floor like MEN! Mood increase the lower their hygiene is. Can eat spoiled food without penalty. Not sure if they can generate some type of grunge overlay, but that would be a delight.

Vain

Gussy up increases mood. Possible mirror interaction to “Admire Beauty” that increases mood? Rolls mirrors wants a lot. Like. A lot a lot. Think of the normal pet wants in the game, replace them with various mirrors at assorted prices.

-Give Enthuse About Self, Extol Personal Virtues socials.

Whale Ate My Parents

Listen if we CAN do rabbit hole off the lot nonsense, WHALE HUNTING. Random mood tank in these sims resolved by going whale hunting to simulate whale rage. Shout At Ocean interaction would be a delight. If buying things like specific-priced deco that’s meant to signal to the player “go buy this whale bone” is possible that would also be a delight.

-Give Shout Out Ocean interaction, Talk About Whales, Share Whale Story, Discuss Whale Hunt social

Bloodthirsty

Rolls want to win a fight frequently. Will want to fight sims with lower relationships as well.

Compulsive Gambler

To make my addiction system easier lets build these addictions in my good dudes! Rolls want to play poker and darts frequently. Not sure betting between sims is an option, but would be cool.

Cowardly

Mood decrease when outside at night. Rolls more random silly fears because why not. Would love if they could do the “run away from fire” interaction just, because why not. Fainting too.

-Give Warn Sim About Monsters, Warn Sim About Darkness, Warn Sim About End Times socials.

Cruel

Not sure how to show off pent-up anger, maybe just mood boost when they’re mean?

Cursed

Random sad moods because they’re ~cursed~ and stuff.

Drunkard

Drunkard already exists, boom de-ada.

Fool

Skill slower, drop tasks? It would be so annoying, but so right for them.

Glutton

Hunger motive decreases faster and is harder to fill up.

Guild Enemy

Pay higher prices? Somehow?

Hubris

...no idea how to blinded by hubris in TS2.

Insecure

Not socializing with sims causes mood to lower. Bad social interaction super lower mood. Sometimes wake up with low mood/nervous.

Insomniac

Wake up frequently at night. Sleep less than other sims and sometimes fall asleep just because why not.

Licentious

Mood lowers considerable if they haven’t kissed or had woohoo in a while. Boost in romance socials.

-Give Compliment Ankles flirt

Misanthrope

Mood decrease from interacting positively from other sims. Autonomously behave meanly.

Morose

Negative mood if they have a long rest.

Puny

Can’t win fights, or it’s very difficult for them. Tire easily - they work out as long as long. Would love to tie it in to Sun&Moon objects where they are quitters who quit stuff sooner. We support them. Get drunk faster?

Uncouth

Autonomously insult other sims. Using “gossip” interaction always results in relationship decrease.

Weak Constitution

Already exists, huzzah!

Dread Pirate

Rabbit hole “lead pirate raid” option with chances of finding objects. Can “collect pirate tribute” from sims - sort of like unsavory charlatan interaction.

Famous

Decent relationship boost when meeting. Friendly socials accepted more often, and friends can be kept longer without needing to contact them every four seconds. Free drinks?

Guild Connections

Discount on furniture in buy mode - better wholesale discount than previous traits? Clothing costs lower?

-Give Discuss Fashion friendly social

Herculean

Sim will become muscular and remain that way. Higher change of winning games and fights?

-Give Boast About Strength and Heroic Speech friendly socials and Brag About Strength romantic social.

Industrious

Able to give money to other sims as charity, increasing mood. Recieve larger incomes from careers?

Natural Leader

Can cheer up other sims in bad moods?

Patient

Extra lock for wants/fears?

Satiated

Hunger bar fills up easier and decreases at a slower rate.

Seductive

Romantic socials are more successful. Possible to give them a sexy red aura? idk. Maybe they can sparkle we can lean directly into the nonsense.

Strong Constitution

Impervious to lower-level sicknesses. No pentalties from drinking or eating spoiled food.

Wise

Gain experience at work faster. Win more often in games?

-Give Impart Wisdom social.