#but i feel like it isn't explored in full

[vaguely-concerned]

to be distressingly earnest for a moment, I cannot applaud sylvia feketekuty enough for how incredibly well she balances comedy and actual emotional impact in emmrich's storyline. it's such a fine line to walk as a writer, and she does it perfectly to my mind. johanna hezenkoss is a wonderfully cartoonish heightened comedy character whose literal stated goal is world domination by means of necromancy and also this giant skeleton mecha monster I built. her main redeeming quality is that she's SO entertaining and perfectly unrepentantly herself at every turn and never ever does she grow anything we might readily recognize as a conscience; she may be a monster but in such a marvellous way you simply cannot begrudge her for it. we are going full tilt into the yzma zone here and never looking back. and yet! emmrich's reactions to her, and the lingering emotional fallout of their friendship ending clinging to everything, are very real and grounded and genuine, and her functionality in the narrative rock solid. it's still funny the whole way through, but also weirdly poignant.

she is a blunt archetype, but her presence causes nuance in other places. it tests emmrich's inherent kindness to show some of the flaws running through it. it shows quirks in his character you couldn't get at otherwise, exposes what the lines of temptation can get their hooks in him even in all his genuine basic well-meaningness way before the lich storyline gets fully unveiled -- that there is something in him that was drawn to her ambition and unceasing intellectual exploration of the world, even when it edged up on ruthless; that it was only when the line was openly crossed he put his foot down for good. it exposes the darker side of nevarra's political life, especially the mortalitasi -- that it would only take a handful of them forsaking their oaths and morals and deciding that ruling from behind the throne isn't enough. in the words of emmrich, how easily it would make them a new tevinter, except with a skeleton army so arguably much more metal. the slope is slippery. watch where you put your feet, watcher.

and johanna's cheerful and unrepentant spider verse doc ock supervillain antics are emblematic of the way that aside from anything else, this storyline is also -- and I must return to it once more, one cannot emphasize this enough -- so so SO entertaining about it along the way. it sets the tone in that it's campy and over the top and hilarious... a levity you really do need to bring to emmrich's arc, revolving as it does around *checks notes scribbled on hand* ah. the desperate crippling all-consuming terror of death. like um. yes. you need some liberal spoonfuls of comedic relief to make that particular theme palatable enough to get through and process, and providing that feels like both a very kind, a very intelligent, and very wise thing to do as a writer. and also ties in so perfectly with the whole thematic structure and conclusion -- the message that perhaps you will always be afraid of this thing. maybe that fear of cessation, of irretrievable loss, will be with you forever. but there is kindness and connection and fascinating things to discover in this world to make it bearable. it's all very elegantly done and I admire it deeply on a craft level as much as I appreciate getting to engage with it as a player. a masterful balancing act of tone. thank you for coming to my ted talk and goodbye

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec frenzy

Hi everyone, after a little bit of a break I'm back for 2025 with a new rec post of fic that I've read and loved over the last month! Delighting in the hiatus spec fic, thank you to all the authors for making winter hibernation so much fun. As always you can find previous rec lists here.

25 January 2025

like a lonely seabird by organyx is a 55k one shot that picks up directly from the buddie realtor scene, with Buck spiralling and Eddie trying to follow his heart and find joy, just with a bit of a push to get there. It's beautifully characterised, and a rollercoaster spanning to El Paso and back again, with vital conversations. With excellent teenage Chris characterisation and inclusion. There's a call mishap that had me gasping, and an amazing coming together with mutual understanding. Gorgeous, romantic and satisfying!

if you like it weird, i like it strange by @pairofraggedclaws I am definitely a greedy reader of everything Lou writes! These stories have such a fun indulgent and sexy writing style and the way Buck and Eddie get hot under the collar is incredibly enticing. Here we see them have some fun with orgasm control and a dream inspired fantasy of Buck's set at work. And in the equally gorgeous TRUST! we have Eddie who is particularly sensitive and insecure about it, however Buck has a fantastic time showing him just how they can work with it in their favour. It's a lovely fic that shows partnership and play in a both heartwarming and hot dynamic that suits them so well.

The Whale Fall Principle by @fastcardotmp3 another author whose work I've been delighting in, The Whale Fall Principle is an alternate timeline fic in which Daniel Buckley survives childhood, and it shifts the dynamics of the Buckley siblings forever. Daniel takes on some of the Buck we know and loves escapism needs, he's the one who travels to find himself, whilst Buck is left behind with the sense of responsibility and pressure of being the saviour baby, meanwhile Maddie is trying to keep her brothers together in her life. Eddie is simply trying to understand Buck and where he fits in to their lives. This is such a beautiful, thoughtful, heartbreaking and uplifting fic. I could talk about it for hours. And I also loved:

carefully, I was going to live by fastcardotmp3 - in which Buck finds out about Eddie's will after the shooting....but not from Eddie. Thrust into guardianship, he finds his way with Chris, whilst grieving for his best friend who is in a coma....but after two years, Eddie is waking up, and for him, no time has passed at all. Told in dual POV, each alternate chapter explores Eddie's perspective from two years on and pairs it with Buck's from the time Eddie slips away from him, and eventually, they meet in the middle. It's complicated and full of love, hurt and healing.

paving hell with energy by Elgney ahhhh an 8b spec fic that fits with MY 8b spec re the serial killer based on that trailer...'Buck is having a hard time dealing with Eddie's impending move to El Paso and resorts to some Buck 1.0-style coping mechanisms. Unfortunately for everybody, this backfires in spectacular fashion. Especially for Eddie, who waited until now to realize he was in love with his best friend.' Heed trigger warnings, but I love the sibling dynamics with Buck and Maddie here, and the way the author has nailed the character voices in the 118 banter. Dark and twisty!

Where the Light Enters by @beecauseevan is SUCH a beautifully written and heartfelt story dealing with Eddie's religious trauma. 'Chris is 800 miles away, and Eddie's house feels emptier than ever. As always, Buck is right there, ready to have his back, to catch him without hesitation if he falls...This is fine, until it isn't. Until Eddie finds himself drawn to Buck in ways he never expected—ways that might not be so new at all.' I'm in awe of the way the narrative threads weave together and peel back the layers to let the light into Eddie's story. This one has so much vulnerability, it was healing to read.

and longingly i long by @effervescentwolf explores established relationship Buddie and a touch starved Buck, who craves being held and touching and revelling in the physicality of their love. And Eddie, who he learns feels similarly. I love how the craving and need is written here, it's powerful and sympathetic, and the eventual communication and asking for what you want unfolds so well.

Death Becomes Him by @kungfunurse was such a cool way of examining the 118 (and Buck specifically's) many brushes with death! 'Each time Buck dies, something in him changes. After all, every change is a sort of death, and death is the ultimate change. Or, what does the supernatural look like in the "real world"?' Such a clever character examination, like Buck's lightning math superpowers on acid! And how it affects those closest to him, and his developing relationship with Eddie, with some questions answered and some left to linger enticingly.

A Life For A Life by icewhisper RAVIIIIIII! 'The first time Ravi met Evan Buckley, he never got his name. He only knew him as the man who pulled him onto a firetruck during a tsunami before he jumped back into the water after his son. Five years later, in a collapsed building, it’s Buck who needs saving and Ravi gets a chance to return the favor.' An excellent team based call gone wrong fic, this is Buddie in the background with Ravi and Buck friendship at heart, and it's fantastic hurt/comfort fic. Ravi beloved.

Next to your heartbeat, where I should be by @rainbow-nerdss in which Buck sends Eddie an accidental dick pic, and then through their resulting texts Eddie realises the power of exchanging photos as a means of self love and self esteem boosting to reclaim and celebrate his body...so pic exchanges ensue...totally platonically of course. This is sexy and silly and so much fun, the oneupmanship is hilarious and hot, and as their inhibitions drop...so do their pants.

the sweetest apparition by @hyruling in which 'Eddie moves to Texas. Buck keeps accidentally telling people Eddie's dead. It goes about as well as you'd expect.' I died laughing and then swooned and then cackled, and then cried, and it was all so wonderful. Crack treated seriously, this is one for anyone who is a fan of Buck's perpetual foot in mouth syndrome.

I'll be back next month with my next round of recs, happy reading everyone! 40 days until 8b!

[possessedmen]

In the dim light of the deserted office, Leo stirred from his unintended nap on the sofa, his senses immediately heightened by the presence of his boss and long-time friend, Victor, who was now an alien vessel of desire. As Leo's eyes fluttered open, he was met with a sight that was both familiar and bizarrely different. Victor stood over him, but there was an alien gleam in his eyes, a cocky, dominant arrogance that was not quite Victor's usual demeanor.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Victor? What the hell? Everyone's gone home?"

Before Leo could fully comprehend the situation, Victor, or rather the entity within him, began to speak. "Hey buddy, I'm not exactly Victor, but you see, that alien goo you rescued on your way to work? Yeah, that's me. I possessed Victor because, well, I read your mind, and what do you know? You've got quite the crush on him and I needed a body." The explanation from the alien, delivered with Victor's sarcastic charm, left Leo stunned, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the air.

The alien within Victor had read Leo's fantasies, his secret longing for this very scenario, and was now playing it out with an intensity that was almost too real. "Oh, you're in for a surprise, Leo," Victor replied, his voice dripping with a mix of his own personality and the alien's otherworldly charm.

Victor's hands were firm as they grabbed Leo's face, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were demanding, his tongue forceful as it invaded Leo's mouth, exploring with an alien precision that left Leo breathless. The kiss was a battle of dominance, Victor's tongue wrestling with Leo's, tasting every corner, leaving Leo dizzy with lust. "Wait, are we really doing this?" Leo managed to gasp out between kisses, his shock mingling with arousal. “Don’t worry about it and relax. Pretend that I’m the real Victor,“ said the alien.

As they kissed, Victor's hands roamed over Leo's body, admiring the contours with a touch that was both possessive and appreciative. "Look at you, Leo," Victor murmured between kisses, his hands tracing the lines of Leo's muscles, "You've always kept yourself in fine form. It's quite the sight, isn't it?" The alien within admired Leo's physique, enhancing Victor's natural appreciation but with a twisted, horny edge. Leo, still in disbelief, muttered, "I can’t believe that this is really happening."

Victor's mouth moved from Leo's lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, where he bit down, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark, to claim. Leo's hands clutched at Victor's back, feeling the muscles tense under his touch as Victor continued his assault. The alien's breath was hot against Leo's skin, each exhale a promise of more to come.

With a swift motion, Victor's hand found its way into Leo's pants, gripping his hardness with a possessiveness that made Leo's hips buck involuntarily. Victor's strokes were deliberate, his grip tight, moving with an expertise that could only come from reading Leo's deepest desires. "You like this, don't you? Being dominated by your boss, your old pal," Victor whispered huskily, his voice laced with an arrogant satisfaction and a hint of sarcasm. Leo could only moan in response, his voice lost in the overwhelming sensation, "Fuck, Victor, this is insane."

Victor's other hand worked to undo his own pants, freeing his erection, which he pressed against Leo, letting him feel the full extent of his alien-enhanced desire. The contact made Leo's breath hitch, the heat of Victor's arousal against his own was almost too much. "You're really going through with this?" Leo asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and desire.

Victor then guided Leo's hand to his own hardness, making him feel the weight and heat of it. "Touch me," he commanded with a smirk, and Leo complied, his fingers wrapping around Victor, stroking him with a reverence mixed with desperation. Their hands worked in tandem, Victor's guiding Leo's in a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. "You have excellent taste in men, Leo, especially with your obsession with this," the alien complimented, referring to his own cock with a cocky grin. Leo, caught in the moment, couldn't help but laugh nervously, "You're reading my mind, aren't you?" “Guilty“ the alien Victor replied with a smirk.

As the alien Victor kissed him, he suddenly paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, Leo," he said, his voice dripping with a seductive playful tone, "Remember that trip 6 years ago after my girlfriend left me? You were quite the friend, weren't you?" The memory, long buried under the layers of their professional relationship, surfaced with a vivid clarity, enhanced by the alien's ability to delve into Leo's mind. Leo's eyes widened, "You remember that? How do you... Oh, right, the alien thing."

Before Leo could respond further, Victor's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as he whispered against his lips, "I know I said to never bring it up again but you gave me one hell of a blowjob to cheer me up, didn't you?" The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue exploring Leo's mouth with the same intensity as that night, but now with an added layer of alien prowess. Victor's other hand roamed down Leo's body, reigniting the sensations from that memory, making Leo's body respond with a familiar eagerness. "Yeah, I did," Leo admitted, his voice low, "But this is so much more than that."

"You've always had a knack for making me feel better, in more ways than one," Victor continued, his voice a mix of dominance and playful sarcasm, as he guided Leo's head lower, a clear indication of what he wanted. Leo, caught in the throes of desire and the rush of the resurfaced memory, complied, his hands working to free Victor from his pants. "I guess some things never change," Leo chuckled, his voice tinged with awe.

As Leo took Victor into his mouth, he started by teasing the tip with his tongue, swirling around it, tasting the alien-enhanced pre-cum that was surprisingly sweet. He then slowly took more of Victor in, his lips sliding down the shaft with a deliberate slowness, feeling every vein, every throb. Victor's fingers tightened in Leo's hair, guiding him with a firm yet caring touch. "That's it, Leo, just like old times," Victor groaned, his voice thick with lust, the sarcasm now replaced by pure, raw desire. Leo bobbed his head, taking Victor deeper with each movement, his tongue pressing against the underside, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with an intensity that made Victor's hips buck. "Fuck, Leo, you're good at this," Victor moaned, his voice a blend of Victor's and the alien's.

As Leo continued, Victor pulled him up, flipping him over onto the sofa with a dominant ease. "Now it's my turn," Victor growled, his voice dripping with anticipation. He positioned himself behind Leo, spreading his cheeks with a firm grip. With a slickness provided by the alien's own lubricating abilities, Victor began to slide in, the head of his cock pressing against Leo, slowly at first, allowing Leo to feel every inch as he entered. Leo gasped, the sensation overwhelming, "Victor, oh fuck..."

Victor didn't stop, pushing deeper with each thrust, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. "You wanted me so bad, you brought an alien into our lives," Victor panted, his voice thick with lust and a hint of betrayal as he started to plow into Leo with increasing speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Leo. "But here I am, thanking you for it, you twisted bastard," Victor continued, his pace relentless, his cock sliding in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion that had Leo moaning uncontrollably.

Leo's hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his body rocking with each powerful thrust from Victor. "I never thought it'd go this far, Victor. But I'm not complaining," Leo managed to say between gasps, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Victor's hands roamed over Leo's back, sometimes gripping his hips to pull him back harder onto his cock, enhancing the depth and intensity of each penetration. "I'm inside you, Leo, just like you always wanted, but with a twist you never imagined," Victor snarled, his dominance palpable, his thrusts now a mix of punishment and pleasure.

As they neared the climax, Victor's movements became even more frantic, his voice a rough whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum, Leo, because of you, because of this twisted game we're playing." Leo was right there with him, the edge of release so close, driven by Victor's dominance and the surreal reality of their situation. "Me too, Victor, me too," Leo gasped out.

With a final, powerful thrust, Victor let out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he climaxed, the alien's influence making the experience more intense than anything humanly possible. His release filled Leo, hot and overwhelming, as Leo's own orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing with the force of it, a culmination of desire, friendship, betrayal, and the bizarre gratitude that had woven through their encounter. "Holy shit, Victor," Leo panted, "That was... something else."

As they lay there, panting and spent, the office returned to its quiet state, but the night would forever be etched in their memories, a twisted, hot chapter in their long friendship, now forever altered by the alien's unexpected intervention. After a moment, Victor, still under the alien's control, helped Leo to his feet. They adjusted their clothes in silence, the air between them thick with the aftermath of their shared experience. With a smirk that was both Victor's and yet not, the alien guided Leo out to the car, the night air cool against their flushed skin.

As they drove to Victor's apartment, the silence was broken by Victor's voice, though it was clear the alien was in control, blending its own essence with Victor's personality. "You know, Leo," Victor started, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying alien amusement, "I've gotta say, that was one hell of a way to end a workday. Who knew you had it in you to spice things up like that?"

Leo chuckled nervously, still processing the surreal events. "Yeah, well, I didn't exactly plan on an alien possession to make it happen," he replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

The alien, adopting Victor's sarcastic tone perfectly, laughed. "Oh, come on, Leo, you've always been full of surprises. But this," it paused, letting Victor's voice drop to a lower, more intimate register, "this was something else. I didn't know you had such a kinky side." Leo shook his head, "Kinky? This is beyond kinky, Victor. This is... alien."

Switching back to its own voice but maintaining Victor's mannerisms, the alien responded, "True, but you seemed to enjoy it. And let's be honest, Leo, you've always had a thing for me. Now, thanks to you, I got to live out one of your fantasies in a way neither of us could've imagined." Leo, still in awe, admitted, "Yeah, I guess I did have a crush. But this? This is next level."

Victor's apartment came into view, and as they parked, the alien continued, now fully pretending to be Victor again, "But seriously, man, thanks for the rescue. I mean, who would've thought getting possessed would lead to this?" His voice was filled with genuine gratitude mixed with Victor's typical sarcasm. Leo laughed, "Yeah, who would've thought? But you're welcome, I guess."

They stepped out of the car, and as they walked towards the apartment, Leo found himself asking, "So, what now? You're not planning on staying in Victor permanently, are you?"

The alien chuckled, the sound eerily familiar yet otherworldly. "Nah, buddy, I'm just here for the ride. But while I'm here, let's make the most of it, yeah? Victor's got some catching up to do with his friend, and I've got some... unique experiences to try." Leo nodded, "Let's make the most of it then."

[pianokantzart]

Whenever someone says that The Super Mario Bros. Movie is true to the videogames, I've always interpreted it as saying that the characters are super charming, the worlds are beautifully crafted, and even though it's not particularly deep or thought-provoking it's all so well made and sincere that you can't help but roll with the cheerful vibes they're throwing at you.

Because... well... it doesn't really adapt the games accurately outside of aesthetics.

Mario's origin is more connected to The Super Mario Bros. Super Show and the 1993 movie than what has been established in the game canon. Princess Peach's personality is altered to give her a more active role in the plot, The Mushroom Kingdom is more sprawling and urban than the quaint little town usually depicted in the games, and don't get me started on the kongs.

DK is a prince with a frat boy personality speaking full-blown sentences. The Jungle Kingdom has an advanced, powerful army and a car-based economy. It is so wildly different than anything established in the game canon.

And yet... all the tweaks were so clearly made with love.

The crazy high-speed ramps around beautiful blue lagoons in The Jungle Kingdom? Not lore accurate, but it feels like something right out of a Mario game.

The moving platforms, dangerous elevated paths, and tangled pipe-highways throughout The Mushroom Kingdom? Not lore accurate, but it feels like something right out of a Mario game.

Bowser's kingdom-sized, flying warship volcano that drips lava everywhere? Not lore accurate, but by God does it feel like something right out of a Mario game.

And since this isn't a videogame where you can move a character around to explore, the artists and directors instead take full advantage of the animation and film medium by making things as big and energetic and full of life as possible.

The Mario Cinematic Universe is definitely its own thing, but it is so filled with respect for the original material and fans of the franchise that the film evokes a similar feeling to playing a Mario game while still having its own flavor and identity. That’s what I think fans mean when they say “it adapts the games accurately.”

[toxicbrothel]

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Ooooohhh you know what I’d love to see? Vamp writing a lil ficlet for his fave housemate 😗

no strings (18+)

Night Walks Joel x f!reader, by Vamp 🍆

Joel hasn't seen you around in a few days. He reaches out, and you say you're just tired. In other words, he should be a gentleman and come there unannounced. He brings your favorite meal and can't help but notice an empty Victoria's secret bag on the floor. He doesn't say anything about it, but you notice him eyeing it and you lie, "it's not anything sexy." Before the two of you settle in to watch a movie, you go to the bathroom and Joel peeks in the bag. There's a receipt for 80 pairs of period panties, and a fancy card that says,

"Ladies, Please give them a try, my treat. I got all styles and sizes. You're going to love them. More comfy than than Tampons, and they don't get in the way. Your friend, VJ "

Night Walks isn't mad at all, because he knows his buddy Vamp only wants the best for all the readers.

Now that Joel thinks about it, one morning, he was on the phone with you and he had you on speaker. When you asked the girls if anyone had a tampon, Vamp did a full body wince and dropped his cereal spoon, splashing milk on himself.

Now the two of you lie down to watch a movie or take a nap, with Joel spooning you. Careful not to make you uncomfortable, he rubs his hands gently over your hip, then around front. The pantyline is more extended than usual, a boy short shape that comes down almost mid thigh. The silhouette must be sexy as hell. He caresses your lower abdomen and teases his fingers along the front of your joggers until you moan "mm" and move in a way that gives him more access.

He slips his hand into your pants, but not into your panties yet. He just wants to feel them from the outside first. As he explores their smooth, full coverage, ultra absorbent shape, he murmurs in your ear, "thought you said it wasn't sexy." With a feather light touch, his fingers glide over your most sensitive place.

The fabric is so perfect and comfortable that you almost forget you're on your period. But Joel doesn't, because his nostrils have bloomed open to accept the most beautiful fragrance in the world: the woman he cares about, on her most special days.

Finally, after all this teasing, Joel hesitantly slides his fingers into the front waistband. The silky, black fabric is perfectly stretchy enough for his hand, and the sight of his knuckles in your panties is a turn on for both of you. You're perfectly comfortable and welcome his fingers right between your legs. He slides them from your clit to your entrance and back, cupping your mound with his palm. You're so slippery, he can't tell what's blood and what's arousal, and he's not sure which is better anyway. Out of curiosity he takes his hand out to look at his fingers and it's a mix of blood and clear slick. He sniffs his digits and swoons,"Hell yeah."

"you like that?" You ask him and he says, "Fuck yeah. I love it baby." He becomes ravenous, and grinds his huge erection against your ass. He fingers you more enthusiastically trying to gather as much as he can to slurp down.

Finally, you give him what he wants : the good stuff, straight from the spigot.

He has you laid back with your knees in the air. Pulls your joggers off. Then he admires you in the period boy shorts and they unironically look so goddamn hot he almost cums in his pants. He pulls them down and says, "ohhh, fuck you're so hot" before burying his face in your beautiful bleeding cunt, just the way nature intended. He's gentle and responsive to your cues, paying attention to your hand in his hair.

Once he's made you cum a few times, you can't take it anymore and plead for his cock inside you.

"Yeah. You need this cock?" He offers.

"god yes. Please, Joel. There's no tampon to take out or anything. You can slide right in and make me whole. Slide into the cloak of my blood and arousal for you. Let it wrap all around your big fat cock."

Joel groans and pushes his cock into you. "Hell yeah, you feel so special this time of month, and always."

"yeah, Like that, oh God," you pant. "More."

You both breathe heavily with with Joel fucking you just how you want until you're both satisfied.

A beautiful, perfect night, and a game changer for your menstruation game.

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Love you, Anna!! tysm for playing 💕💕

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p.s. this is NOT period panties slander. the madame loves them.

[sdv-confessions]

Sending this with my mall's WiFi. I've been playing Stardew for about 3 years, 4 if you include 2025. And for my entire first year I didn't have the wiki and I was playing 0.08. So I was in the trenches. For two years I was completely isolated from the wider Stardew community and I've only, very recently, been an active member.

It deadass feels like being raised in a cult and then finally being exposed to the wider world. A jarring but nice breath of fresh air.

I also was a super Elliot hater. Like the full hater meme, I was his number 1 hater. And the reason was because of his 10 heart cutscene. And I'm about to ramble on some game theory bs about why I hated him and also why I think some people hate Elliott too in the community.

Back in the stone ages (0.08 lol), back when Shane and Emily were just regular non-romancable town npcs, the game played crazy differently then it does now. And genuinely I thank CA for this every playthrough. Before it was implemented around 1.3/ the update that introduced romancable Shane and Emily, the mechanic of marriage candidates having 8 hearts total wasn't there, instead being 10 hearts like other npcs. Now the issue was that, if 8 or more hearts were reached with a marriage candidate, they would still behave like you were dating.

And with Elliott having an extremely divisive 10 heart scene (which I love now, my second fave after Harvey's), younger me was genuinely horrified and lowkey disgusted. In my mind I thought that Elliott, MY BEST FRIEND, had invited me to go fishing, as BESTIES, cause he likes fishing and I like fishing too. And sure I was a little unnerved by being in a boat alone in the middle of nowhere with this guy. But still he was my pixel friend. So I trusted him and then he kissed me and I'm shaking. So I thought it was a natural response to getting kissed by a guy I never expresses any romantic interest towards. And this hit especially hard because I was married to Sebastian with kids. So I'm thinking my farmer is uncomfortable being kissed as a married man by a man trying to be a homewrecker.

So for 2+ years that was my entire impression of Elliott and Penny, but to a far lesser extent for her. And this carried onto when I got the 1.15 update. I just avoided the two for all my playthroughs. Only recently did I learn that this isn't the case. This was cause of the wiki and the actual Stardew community that opened my eyes on the matter. I legit see Elliott's cutscene as endearing and it absolutely enhances that Fabio eque part of his character. And I like Penny's cutscene too. It's nice to see her explore out of her comfort zone, not being as timid and habitually reserved as she usually is.

And I think the reason I used to hate Elliott is the same reason some people hate Elliott too. Being thrust into an uncomfortable scenario when you never showed any romantic feelings. And for the pretentious allegations. I think they just hate to see a man try and pursue his dreams and beat the odds. Like bitches bitter that he can play piano, write poetry and literature and defies his stuck up home town. And these aspects of his character are commonly associated with the posh and privileged but Elliott laments about not having money and the like. And Elliott's a romantic, he loves life and sees the beauty in it all. And weirdly enough I relate to him personally. I understand and feel for this man for being the writer and big worded romantic in a lot people’s lives. I'm the Elliott in my family, using too many big words and loving the art of writing. And hating seclusion despite it being liberation. I feel him in my romanticist soul. So I hate to see that people mischaracterise him for being a romantic.

That's my game theory and confession, sincerely the SamPenny/ Harvey is Aussie anon. Yes I'm the same person.

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[aroaessidhe]

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Venom & Vow

YA high fantasy about two enemy kingdoms whose leaders have been cursed to sleep, and are being run by the teen heirs

a bigender dama/assassin and trans prince are both trying to find the enchanter from the other kingdom who they believe is responsible

two disabled MCs (cane users)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[uncanny-tranny]

So, I put this observation under the tags to a funny post, but it had me really reflecting on my childhood, and it's a topic I always keep in my mind.

I remember growing up with queerness as this taboo - something which was a he-who-must-not-be-named basis. I remember listening to the adults in my life talking scandelously about anything remotely queer. I think a lot of people are under the impression that children are simply dumb as rocks and can't understand anything, and while I didn't understand queerness, I understood that that was what I was.

I remember exploring my gender in the confines of cisheterosexual normativity. I saw myself in all of the male princes, the heroes, the idea that I could emulate the qualities of a Good Man when I was older, and it was weird. I knew that much about me, but I also knew that these ideas were never made with me in mind. I think that's a big part of what held me back from actively combating the life that felt forced onto me.

Part of me wishes to go back to the time I reveled in imagining myself as Prince Charming just to say that... you're right, you were Prince Charming. You saw the world that turned its cheek to you, and you retreated inward. Your heart was always on your sleeve, but you can make it. You will, you must.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent game related things .. hrmm...

[wereh0gz]

Hm

What if I made Rue's journal

[izzy-b-hands]

prolific is slow, so more filming and posting it is for today (tho I'm making!! slow progress!! towards enough ad revenue for a payout, and i got like 100 views across all my stuff yesterday alone! which isn't a lot for most ppl but for me it's !!!! which makes it worth it to try and keep up the tighter filming/posting schedule as best I can)

[amplexadversary]

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[ace-and-ranty]

I think love at first sight stories could do well to focus on the potential love story.

It’s hard to treat love at first sight with the same seriousness we take established love. And it’s true, love that is blooming is not the same thing as love that has taken root.

But love at first sight has something established love doesn’t have, which is potential. You don’t know this person yet, you don’t know what the two of you will be, but you want to. That giddy excitement to get to know a person, that looking forward to what you could be, that initial desperate want to be with them all the time... that is prime story writing material. And loosing it can hurt just as terribly, because rather than loosing what you already had, you’re loosing your dreams of what could be.

I think that’s a great angle that not many stories hit right.

[musical-chick-13]

Tfw you're gonna need someone to Look Over Your Writing, but the writing topic is kinda fucked up and you don't want to traumatize whoever will theoretically be looking at this.

[mahgyu]

Nanami smut + suggestive audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── Nanami, determined to make your first time memorable, dedicates himself to providing your with as much pleasure as possible, even taking care of the foreplay.

Lying side by side, your moisture glistens over your intimacy, with your head resting on Nanami's outstretched arm, one leg resting on his waist, keeping you open and vulnerable. Nanami's skilled fingers play incessantly with your clitoris.

"Kento... Please, I need more" you plead, lifting your hips in search of more contact with Nanami's rough fingers.

"Shh, you need to be well-prepared to receive me. I don't want to hurt your beautiful virgin pussy."

"Ugh, Kento, but I'm already ready" you grumble petulantly, with an annoyed expression that elicits a persuasive smile from Nanami.

"Oh, are you really?" Before you can respond, Nanami inserts two of his slender fingers into your untouched interior. He can barely move them due to the way you squeeze them; your eyes roll back in surprise and you moan sharply. Nanami feels the moisture in his boxer increase; if he weren't so skilled at controlling himself, he would have come just from the way he's touching you.

"You see? Your little pussy can barely handle my fingers, and you already want my cock? Don't be so eager, sweetie" Nanami intimidates you, chuckling softly as he sees you shrink back and then kissing your cheek.

He keeps his fingers moving slowly inside you, exploring your soft and tight walls. His thumb continues to stimulate your clit, applying enough pressure to make you see stars.

Your stomach knots tighten; you grip the sheet with one hand and squeeze Nanami's bicep with the other. Your doe-like eyes meet Nanami's cloudy gaze, both full of desire and excitement. He almost growls at the sight of you so surrendered to him.

"Yeah, good girl. Don't worry, the more aroused you get, the better you'll feel good. I promise, after you cum on my fingers, I'll fill you up completely. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nanami whispers near your ear, watching you nod frantically in agreement as you surrender to pleasure. He plants kisses along your jawline, moving up to your cheek and heading towards your mouth, where they start a slow and furtive kiss, savoring every second, every millisecond.

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