#but I don't know how to tag that appropriately

[pyros-hollow]

Big Bonus

Dad!Joel smut! Yes, another one. I am in my "I do not care" era.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65379508

Summary: Joel got a raise at work, he wants to celebrate!

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Don't Like Don't Read, Incest, Dinner Dates, Road head, Joel gets pulled over, sex in a car, daddy kink, age gap (obvi), creampie, no!outbreak

Both characters are consenting adults, this is fiction, I don't condone this IRL

Six o'clock, you were waiting for dad to come home. He said he had some big news, and he didn't want to tell you over the phone.

That made you worry a bit. He had said it so nonchalantly, the only text he had sent was literally just "Big news... Tell you at home..." Using the ominous ellipsis so many parents often did. So you wondered and waited. Did something happen to dad? Was he hurt? Did he die and that was his ghost texting over the phone? God, you hated worrying so much.

While you went over the hypotheticals in your mind, the familiar sound of a truck pulling up the driveway snapped you out of it. You knew it was his truck; Joel had been missing a spark plug and it made a funny noise whenever you went anywhere. It should have been fixed by now but he didn't have the money as he so often told you. So you waited patiently on the couch, staring at the front door. Then there he was, sweaty from a long day of construction, smiling when he saw you.

"Hey baby." He smiled, walking to the couch and kissing your forehead before sitting next to you, trying to hug you but you backed away.

"Dad- you're all gross." You huffed. And it was true, Joel did stink, but he still wanted to give his baby girl some love.

"Don't care, get over here." He pulled you in close to his sweatiness, attacking your cheek with repetitive kisses. "Got some big news at work today." He hummed, looking at you before smiling.

"What, did you get fired?" You teased, but he flicked you on the nose.

"No, dummy. I got a raise and a bonus in advance." He smiled at the way you gasped. "I know, I know it's excitin'. And I was thinkin' about taking you out tonight to celebrate." Joel pushed some of your hair behind your ear, admiring his sweet girl. "How you feel about Texas Roadhouse?"

"Hell yes!" You squeaked, jumping up off the couch practically bounding to your room to get ready. Joel laughed a bit to himself at your eagerness of going out to eat, but he realized he stank to high heaven by now and he needed a shower.

In your room, you were frantically looking through your dresser, and your closet, for something to wear out. This was too plain and that was too flashy, and you were wracking your brain over what felt appropriate. Once you were at your wit's end, you saw it in the back of your closet. Yes. You reached back, fishing out a little blue dress that you had completely forgotten you owned. When you put it on it was absolutely perfect. You mentally celebrated your small victory before getting ready the rest of the way, doing whatever you needed to.

Two knocks sounded on your doorframe, and you were distracted from your process. There was Joel, stepping into your room dressed in a nice short sleeve button up; his hair still damp from his shower. He sighed, coming up to hug you from behind, taking in how you both looked in your bedroom mirror.

"You're lookin' awful pretty tonight." He hummed, one of his hands snaking up your side to cup one of your tits through your dress, lightly squeezing the flesh. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before backing away. "You ready?" He asked, and you nodded. "Alright, let's go." Joel cocked his head towards your door, already going to the front.

Once you were both settled in the truck, Joel started it up and there was that grating sound again which quickly became overshadowed by the radio. "You gonna fix that now that we're rich?" You teased, and dad sighed at you, giving you a half-hearted "uh-huh" in response. The drive wasn't too long, and you hummed along to some Paula Cole song on the radio; dad always left it on the same station. Once you got into the actual city you were focused on the view outside the window, taking in the buildings you wouldn't see out in the suburbs. And not before long Joel was pulling in to your destination: Texas Roadhouse.

It wasn't too busy, peanut shells littered the floor as the hostess took you both to your seats. And there was an overly friendly waitress, calling Joel "honey", her cleavage on display like a trap for the male brain to give larger tips. It made you seethe. Even if it wasn't genuine, you could see the way dad's eyes followed her ass when she left. You absolutely hated it. It nearly ruined your appetite, opting to eat rolls more than your actual dinner. But he was just a man, what could you do?

Joel, the ever attentive father, noticed this.

"What's eatin' you, kiddo?" To which you only gave a shrug. "Nuh-uh. Don't give me that, you look more sour than a damn lemon." He sighed, taking a sip of his Corona before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "You seriously ain't gonna tell me what's going on? After I'm about to spend God knows how much to feed you?" He tried to make you happy, he did. But if you got into a sulky mood it just confused him. He didn't know what he did wrong.

"Dad, I'm fine, stop it." You were getting more defensive, and Joel didn't like it. But instead of making a fuss about it like he would at home, he shrugged, going back to his prime rib in peace. If you wanted to act like that he'd let you.

After dinner, you both were back in the truck, taking the scenic route home. He figured it'd cheer you up. But it only made you more whiny. More antsy to get back home where you knew you could just scream about it into your pillow. Joel's large hand squeezed at your thigh, a silent attempt at comfort. Your head leaned over onto his, your body scooting closer across the bench seat.

"Oh you just need some attention." He cooed at you, holding you close while he kept his attention on the road. "There you are. My pretty girl." He sighed, snuggling next to you. But you wanted to know you had his attention back, now and always. Your hand drifted to the buckle of his belt, trying your best to undo it without causing him to get too distracted. "Careful now, honey. Don't want daddy to crash." You scooted back on the seat, undoing his belt fully, unzipping his jeans and pulling his boxers down enough to have access to his still soft cock. Leaning onto your belly, you settled your head in his lap, gently wrapping your lips around his pretty pink tip; the same color as his lips, you realized one day not too long ago.

Joel sucked in a harsh breath, his grip on the steering wheel jolting the car from side to side, one hand went to steady your head as you eased into the rhythm of gentle bobs- or rather, the best you could between dad and the steering wheel. "That's it. Gentle now." He exhaled, petting your hair as you felt his cock practically invade your mouth and senses. The tip of your nose bumping against the silvery hairs of his bush, and the way you could hear him biting back moans, perfectly imagining the way he bites his lip to do so, like he always does.

Though as you continued, Joel noticed blue and red lights in his rearview mirror. He swore to himself, gently pulling your head up and off before attempting to get decent; pulling over on the side of the road. He gave you a look that definitely said you'd be in trouble later. The highway patrolman knocked on the truck's window, Joel rolled it down.

"Goin' a little fast there." The officer said behind his sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses at night? Probably a douche. He peered into the vehicle, looking at you and your flushed face.

"Sorry man, my daughter ain't feelin' too hot. Trying to get her home before she upchucks on the floorboard." Joel reached over, patting your knee. As if he weren't just inside your mouth minutes ago.

"Yeah, I know what that's like. Got two of my own at home." The officer exhaled before looking around. "I'll uh, let you off with a warning. Though I would advise your daughter put her seatbelt on." He tipped his hat to you, Joel muttered a "thanks" before watching him go back to his vehicle.

"Little lady, you are in for it, I swear." Joel shook his head, his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel loosening. He pulled off quicker than he should've, driving until he found a dirt road off the side of the main one. "Backseat."

"Dad-"

"I said, backseat." He gave you an authoritative glare, his jaw clenched ever so slightly. You crawled into the back, Joel getting out and meeting you there. "I raised a fuckin' brat didn't I? Gonna get daddy in an awful heap of trouble one of these days." He huffed before kissing at the soft flesh of your neck. Joel's hands worked their way up your thighs, under your dress to squeeze the flesh of your ass as he worked wet kisses down your throat, biting at your collarbone.

"Ow! Dad that hurt." You whined, trying not to lean into his touches too much. You didn't want to be too desperate- not yet.

"Don't care." He murmured against your skin, using some leverage to flip you over onto your tummy. His hands pulled you up until you were kneeling, pushing your dress over your hips. "Damn it." He hissed out, fumbling with his belt and pushing down his jeans so they rested at his knees. Joel had been devastatingly hard since your little stunt earlier, and he was not going home with blue balls on such a good day. His thumbs slipped onto the corners of your panties, peeling them down and off until they were in the floorboard somewhere. He finally brought his cock back out, the damn thing was strained. Aching and twitching for a hole to fill.

Joel swiped the tip through your wet slit, then leaned to spit on your hole- which made you yelp. "Fuck... stay with me honey, stay with daddy." Joel pat you on the hip before notching his cock in the first few inches. You let out the most sickeningly sweet sound, some cross between a moan and a whimper. Whatever it was, dad knew you were needy. And what kind of father would he be if he said no to his girl? He began to ease in the rest, his hand snaking below you to rest on your tummy, keeping you steady. "You okay?"

"Yeah... 'M sorry I got us pulled over daddy." You sounded pitiful, he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

"Almost got me a damn ticket." Joel gave a small rough thrust. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?" He kept building it up little by little. His cock spearheading inside you, the thickness stretching you to the point of it being nearly unbearable. Your little moans and squeals echoed in the truck's cab as the sound of his skin slapping into yours became more prominent. That was Joel's favorite sound, the clapping of his balls against your needy cunt. How, if he put you at the right angle he could hit your pretty little clit. Just a hand between your shoulders and you'd be done for. Pushed down to be completely fucked into like a madman were behind you instead of the loving man you called dad. And that's what he'd do.

Your pretty little face was now pressed against the leather of the seat. As predicted, the swing of his heavy balls abusing your poor clit, the hairs tickling at you with every thrust. He was breathing heavily behind you, his hands gripping your hips so hard they might bruise. Joel groaned out at just how tight you were, how perfect you felt when you took him.

"Fuckin' Christ." He growled out, somehow managing to speed up more than he had before. The truck was definitely rocking, the squeaking of old metal echoing and ringing in your ears. "Take it. Fuckin' take it!" He panted out above you, the tip of his cock kissing at your cervix, making a home for itself within you. The wet slap of your bodies a sinful chorus to an even more sinful song.

"God, daddy, feel s' fuckin' good." You whined into the leather, your nails clawing at it. You must be in heaven, you thought. For a man to love you this much, despite of who he is.

"Love you, fuckin' love you so much baby girl. Daddy loves you so Goddamn much." He groaned, one of his hands moving to play with your little bud. Thick calloused fingers drawing circles on the poor thing. Coaxing that feeling inside you up, up, up, until it was too much. You whimpered out for him as your orgasm came, a little sob escaping your pretty lips. That seemed to boost dad's ego. Joel was slamming into you at such a breakneck pace, his body draping against your back, the weight pushing you down as he fucked himself into you like a damn animal.

"Gonna cum. Gonna make myself cum soon, ain't gonna stop." He babbled out, the squelch of his cock inside of you loud and echoey, you were so damn wet. It was overworking his poor cock, dad isn't as young as he used to be. Joel finally came with a loud shout, sinking his teeth into your clothed shoulder blade.

He rested on you for a moment, though he moved a majority of the weight off of you. His hands caressing you gently, you seemed so shaken up. And you were. Your poor brain was scrambled, fucked out of existence and into a speck of dust in the cosmos.

Joel cooed some reassuring words at you, letting you know what a good job you did, what a perfect girl you were for your daddy. He pulled back, letting his softening cock fall from your hole. Joel's thick hands spread apart your thighs, watching the evidence of himself drip from you, before scooping it back up with his fingers and pushing it back where it belonged.

"Told you, you were in for it honey." He hummed, still helping you come down from such an intense few minutes. "It was still a good day wasn't it? A good daddy-daughter date?" He pulled you to sit on his lap, his nose nuzzling against your cheek. "I had a good time..." Joel sounded almost sad, knowing that you were upset earlier really got to him, even if he seemed like he wasn't really noticing how you felt, he did.

"Thank you daddy." You whined, hiding your face in his neck. You knew deep down your jealousy got you here, it wasn't Joel's fault.

He'd learn that eventually.

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[orphiclovers]

this happened in canon. to me. if you get it you get it, if you don't you don't

bonus:

[a2zillustration]

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[pekoeboo]

randomly felt inspired to try and sketch @masterfuldoodler's OC Val! she's just super cute and her hair looked really fun to draw idk haha

hope u don't mind the surprise art, August! <33

Val belongs to @masterfuldoodler please do not repost.

[another-goblin]

[chiropteracupola]

what if they were an ultimate frisbee team

[leliwardens]

putting this as its own post on my blog bc it's purely my opinion but the cullen lyrium choice is the same to me as killing a dalish clan where having objectively "bad" choices is good for an rpg because it lets you, well, roleplay. you can just be doing an evil run or trying to reason in-character or otherwise taking these options. i wouldn't want them removed just because some people want to believe what you do in a fictional story is who you are and what your morals are (<- this is wrong btw). so encouraging cullen to go back on lyrium permanently or temporary or cut it off entirely is good to leave in the players hands to you know, roleplay.

but i do genuinely believe the cullen lyrium choice and the result if he's on it permanently is less the above and just the writers not putting enough consideration and care into a recovering drug addict story lmfao

[violent138]

"Gordon, you should get to the corner of first and Montgomery, we got a crime scene your buddy might be interested in."

Gordon glanced meaningfully at Batman, who slowly got up from his kneeling position on the ground, attention torn between the newspaper clippings the murderer had pinned to the wall and the detective. "I'll make my way there when I can, what's happened?"

"It's a fucking slaughterhouse man, Bats were pursuing the suspect and the killer took out a few of the hostages--"

"Slow down, what are you talking about? Batman's not--"

"One of them kids, Gordon." The deputy stressed. "It's a fucking disaster, Forensics almost called CPS."

"Oh hell." Gordon breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. Batman turned fully to stare at him, concern flaring even behind the mask. "Which one?"

"Hell if I know, kid's just standing here all drenched in blood, hasn't said a single word the entire time." The deputy exhaled raggedly. "I gotta tell you, it's starting to get a little--"

"You need to go, Montgomery and First," Gordon mumbled to Batman, pressing the phone to his vest. "One of the kids got to his latest crime scene, and..."

Batman didn't hesitate for a second, sweeping down the hall and out, the fastest and loudest disappearance Gordon had seen yet from the man.

"Evans, shut up and hand over the phone to the kid," Gordon ordered, pressing the phone back up to his ear, hoping he could offer any kind of comfort before Batman got there.

[seeminglyseph]

someone doing a desktop simulator horror game throwback to the early 2000s needs to stop using Windows 98 or XP or whatever and pull out the real horror and use this baby as the OS as the basis for their digital horror game

the real ones out there who suffered the Millennium Edition know full well, you'll spend half your time trying to figure out if it's a demon possessing your computer of if it's just Windows ME being period accurate with its jank.

*This* is the OS you need to use for your Desktop Simulator Horror Game. It was already setup for a Desktop Horror Simulation out of the box. Please trust me, all aspiring game developers working on an early 2000s Digital Horror Game. Put Windows Millennium Edition in there. It was *made* for this.

Because it was definitely *not* made to run computers, that's for damned sure.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i found this lore entry recently and have not stopped thinking about it since. it is HYSTERICALLY funny to me that fandaniel's villain origin story was just being a fuckin boomer

One of few great minds in a land that had seen the slow, yet steady numbing of its people's intelligence, Amon long lamented the sorry state of Allag , concentrating his early scientific efforts on developing medicines to increase mental capacity . He soon realized that it was not knowledge that the Allagans lacked. If anything, they had too much. What his people lacked was a leader. With a renewed sense of focus, Amon shifted his studies to the field of vivimancy, and soon was conducting experiments on his own flesh in order to attain his final goal - the resurrection of Xande the First.

— Encylopaedia Eorzea Volume I, p. 25

[fundeadasylum]

there's a fic i haven't finished writing where Zone attacks the Triumvirate to try and protect the Grand Festival Stage

the Triumvirate absolutely wreck him and he washes up near Bermuda's Salmonid Sanctuary she tends to his wounds because she's just like that, and doesn't put up with his crap either, which earns his respect

he fought the Triumvirate in the first place because he knew the Grand Festival was important to Peachy and she was really, really excited about it, so he wanted to protect it it didn't cross his mind even once that putting himself in danger was worse to Peachy than something happening to the Stage

[thelivingautomaton]

so lately i've been curing my brainrot by listening to audiobooks while i crochet, the result being that i have gotten really, really into the wheel of time (which i've previously bounced off of like, 3 separate times) and also been tweeting about it. anyway i have finished the first book and simply must scream into the void about it

jesus, okay, where do i even begin. let's talk about characters

so i KNEW that mat was gonna be The Character Of All Time going right in, i am self-aware enough about what kinds of blorbos i enjoy (read: cocky roguish guy who is actually a sopping wet cat of a man and uses snark to obscure deep-seated angst and/or doubt in himself, his identity, and his goodness). and i do have an affection for mat at this point

although ngl it kind of totally went over my head when i last tried to read these books that he is also? kind of a dick this early on? though to be fair he was having his soul eaten by an evil dagger for like, two-thirds of the book

that being said. what i did NOT expect was for the dark horse surprise contenders for Character Of All Time to be nynaeve and rand

nynaeve is literally the funniest, pettiest bitch ever and i love her SO MUCH. literally what if you were a preternaturally gifted healer and given a position of authority at a very young age so you had a complex about it, but that complex manifests itself as a bullheaded stubborn drive to Take Care Of Your People, and you are ready to throw hands with every magic lady Jedi on the way because you are fueled by Pure Unadulterated Spite at all times

every time she'd try to start a catty slap fight with moiraine and moiraine would just, like, sip her tea unbothered? now THAT'S comedy

sidenote, dear lord do these characters drink a lot of tea. do they have coffee in this nebula. do they have new world crops. i feel like someone must have mentioned potatoes. where was i

oh my god, rand. RAND. literally WHAT IF you were a farmboy from the ass-end of nowhere and you get pulled into this fantastical adventure like a hero from legend, but you spend 700 pages having all of your assumptions about the world and yourself systemically questioned and tested and broken down. and the whole time you're holding onto the hope of going home and going back to the way things were, until you experience the crushing weight of the Hero's Journey and the fact that you can never really go home (read: go back to the simple life and the way things used to be) ever again

EXCEPT!!! THAT THERE IS ALSO WONDER AND EXCITEMENT AND CURIOSITY TOO!!! like, obviously i loved all the times that rand and the other farm kids are agog seeing different parts of the world (especially the cities -- dude, i LOVE the setup for caemlyn) but literally one of my favorite scenes was when rand is on the spray sitting at the top of the mast and he just starts laughing aloud for the freedom and joy of it all. the journey will be long and terrible and arduous but it's so important to show that there are bright moments on the way too. i'm going to puke

also there's a few moments between rand and the dark one (ba'alzamon? bro idk how anything is spelled) that were so *chef's kiss*, like rand telling him "i belong to myself" or in their big fight when he screams that he'll never be a hound for the dark one. more generally i love the emphasis placed on the importance and power of people taking a stand, even if they know it's futile. ESPECIALLY if they know it's futile. (there was this line from moiraine like "the wheel weaves as the wheel wills, but i refuse to believe it weaves an end to all hope". waugh)

also i know the reveal that rand can channel was telegraphed from a mile away but i ain't even mad about it because i feel like the setup was done so nicely. you get a scene of moiraine explaining to nynaeve about how channeling feels the first time you do it (i.e. you have the greatest need you've ever known, then a week later your body has a delayed reaction that feels like a weird flu), you get rand and mat escaping whitebridge via improbable lightning strikes, then you get rand coming down with a weird flu. like, idk, i like it when creators set up dominoes and i as a reader can SEE the dominoes getting set up and i get to go like, hoohoohoo, can't wait for those to get knocked down!

unsurprisingly since rand and nynaeve are my two favs i also am enamored with their dynamic. maybe it's because you're in rand's head the most in this book, and so it's the closest you as a reader are to seeing a straightforward platonic relationship between a male and female character? but okay like, listen. nynaeve is the FIRST PERSON (maybe the only person rn??) rand shares his fears with re: tam not being his dad and him not knowing who he is. and nynaeve immediately reassures him that it doesn't matter, she saw tam and kari with him and she KNOWS they loved him like any father and mother

or like, the scene when rand overhears lan and nynaeve having their whole Dramatic Star-Crossed Romance (which is like, cool, but also, can't wait for lan to get over his TTRPG Tragic Backstory [affectionate] and kiss her already), and the chapter ends with a line like "Rand closed his eyes. He did not think the Wisdom would like it if he saw her cry." good GOD!

how old are these kids supposed to be anyway. like i know nynaeve is older by a few years and she's...24? so are the rest 18-20ish? oh my god you guys, they're KIDS

i'm sure i will have more thoughts about the other characters as these books progress and shit continues to pop off and Get Funky (especially relevant vis a vis perrin going full wolf mode and egwene learning how to be an aes sedai). also i love how often it's repeated that people from the two rivers are The Most Stubborn People Alive, and how rand holds onto that as part of his identity (re: envisioning hardy two rivers soil)

now let us talk about the world because OH MY GOD

one of the things that definitely stuck with me was the secret hidden lore re: "this is actually post-post-post apocalyptic earth", cf. thom telling stories about "lenn flying to the skies in an eagle made of fire" and "salya walking among the stars", because it is so fucking insane as a concept and jordan does it REALLY WELL, in the sense that any references to "our" earth are so oblique and indirect that they're barely comprehensible, which is as it should be if these books take place a whole two ages later

but it's also such a perfect excuse/reason to deliberately echo and make homage to myths and stories that we as readers are familiar with, the most obvious being the legend of artur hawkwing (and also half of our main cast having arthurian-esque names). something something george lucas saying that it's like poetry, it rhymes

the part that really dropped me flat on my ass though was when perrin and egwene and elyas are leaving the tinkers and elyas LITERALLY recites anglican catechism at them ("as it once was, so shall it ever be, world without end"), reader i screamed

that being said. i do kind of wish there was more Weird Religion Bullshit. i mean it makes sense that the cosmology and people's theological beliefs are pretty universal (given that it's a Canonical Big Deal Historical Event that the embodiment of evil punched a hole in reality and made magic evil and fucked up for men forever), but like. where is the variety! where is the spice! where are the religious freaks! give me religious freaks!!!

however this is ameliorated by the fantastic variety in cultures/societies/stories, and also the overarching theme of "the world has moved on from what it once was". like, everything with loial (also strong contender for Supporting Character Of All Time) talking about the groves and how different the world is from what he'd read about in the stedding! the entire scene with the green man (which still makes me feel completely fucking insane, just btw)! perrin and egwene at the ruined statue of artur hawkwing! moiraine telling the people of emond's field about manetheren! WHEWWWWWWWWWW

like, it really does give you this sense of history and loss. but also i hope that as the books go on it gets more into, like, "okay, the world has moved on and nothing will ever be as it once was. so what are we going to do with the world we have? how are we going to keep it safe and let it grow?"

sidenote: the tragedy of listening to the audiobooks is that i can't flip back to look at the map or the glossary if i start getting a little lost 😭 help i just want to get everything Right in my head

i also feel like jordan does a fantastic job of like...getting the reader further and further into the more fantastical or impactful elements of the world step by careful step and pacing out how he escalates the characters' importance to the world. does this make any sense.

like, baerlon -> whitebridge -> caemlyn is a steady stepwise escalation in Experiencing A City. and the one-two-three combo of loial explaining ta'veren to rand + rand overhearing a farmer gossip about queen morgase and her family + the repeated references to seeing the false dragon in caemlyn all leads perfectly into rand falling into the garden and the entire chapter with elayne and gawyn and morgase. (side note: this chapter was fucking incredible, good god i am obsessed with royal political bullshit.) OR having all these moments of the characters with moiraine to establish her nature, then providing an immediate contrast with the introduction of elaida as the "other" aes sedai. DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL. it's dominoes, baby

okay i have a few other miscellaneous thoughts

i fucking love how unapologetically trope-y these books are. it is so crunchy. not just vis a vis the hero's journey, but also, like, all the repeated motifs? spooky symbolic dream sequences? excerpts from in-universe writings and poetry? Foreshadowing Via Fortune-Telling? chef's kiss

also, dude, i love that robert jordan really dropped all of the fucking symbols for the next who knows how many books into three paragraphs via min. he knew the girlies would go crazy for this. AND HE WAS RIGHT

same goes for the whole concept of ta'veren, like i know on the surface it's kind of a goofy concept that you are Assigned Main Character At Birth by the wheel/the pattern, but also like. this man knew people on tumblr would be obsessing over characters doomed/haunted by narratives 30 years after these books were published. his third eye was OPEN

in a bizarre way so much of the story elements and pacing feels like a d&d campaign. mat is the rogue who picks up stuff he really shouldn't. perrin is a barbarian that accidentally took a level in druid. lan is the dm's npc blorbo with the intricately detailed tragic backstory that gets dumped on the players all at once (this is affectionate i swear). do you see what i'm saying

hi i love these books a lot already and i can't wait for them to get even more insane. thanks 4 ur time

[sobredunia]

Kenikari boundaries

You can RP as the characters

Do NOT make them as AI to roleplay with them

Do NOT feed anything kenikari related to AIs, be it images or dialogue or whatever else

You can make OCs and self inserts and selfship

You can make merch as long as you're not a company. You can sell the merch for money

You can make POC, sexuality, gender headcanons... Don't get angry when other people's headcanons don't allign with yours. It's basic etiquette

You can kin these guys and be public about it 👍

NSFW is fine, but keep them to exclusively NSFW sites / tag them properly / put them under readmores. If someone doesn't want to see NSFW they should be able to easily avoid it

Modding the game / looking through the files is totally fine. You can share the mods and the stuff you find

You can get inspired / steal the premise idc. Though a shoutout or credit would be nice

You can use the music for youtube videos / your own games / whatever have you, but you MUST credit the composer. The composer for each track is listed in the game credits

You can use the sprites and backgrounds for shitposts, Kenikari askblogs, etc. Except if it's a commercial thing

You can make money off of Kenikari fanfic, I won't sue or anything

You can make as many AUs as you want forever

[doedipus]

a large amount of time I've been spending on -untitled undefined scope original fiction project- since the last time I posted about it has been trying to develop the protagonist concept I came up with last summer or whatever into like, a character that would feel real and era appropriate.

it's fun research to do. naturally a lot of the details I assigned to her are things that I already think are cool, so it's been a lot of fun trying to trace her traits back through the relatively recent past, getting reminded of how much things have changed, or where the gaps in my intuition are, and then doing a flurry of reading to get a sense for exactly how someone like her and the people around her could have happened and what her life was probably like leading up to her present day. hopefully this results in some good good verisimilitude.

[helly-ena]

8. your favorite outfit of them

(gifs taken from @elialys' wendy gifset here)

.....look, that turtleneck Does Things to me

26. when do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

she was still really gaurded when she was with kay, but it's also her at her most "open" already? 🥹 there's a vid of them that i really like, centred around the line "cuz we are who we are when no one's watching"

+ honorary mention to that moment in the basement when she fed the kitten 💓

character ask game!