#can you just... kin people like this? idk

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[lucalicatteart]

A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..

[rouge-the-bat]

something i love discussing with others is the different ways people experience kin bc its so interesting the vastness of how everyones personal experiences with it can be. i really dont get people that will be like "kin is only ever LIKE THIS! everyone else is fake!" or trying to act like people with kin past lives (or anyone that "takes kinning too seriously") are crazy. like just!!! how do yall not enjoy the vast and unique experiences of other people!! how do they not fascinate you!!! its INSANE to me

[lexicog]

traitor to the cause forgets national holiday every year KILL HIM

[strwbrymlkshake]

who up praying for downfalls 🤨

[toxiccaves]

with the recent discourse on genderbends, i think people should seperate the terms.

genderbend: that thing cis ppl do when theyre forcing gender stereotypes on characters to make them sexually appealing to them

trans or gender hc: playing with different identities or presentation on a character while avoiding stereotypes

though i think its interesting how terms online can either be forgotten or lose their meaning when something else is introduced (in this case, the introduction of trans hcs), while some people only know it as what it was, and others only know it as what its become. and i think thats where conflict arises.

[anothermonikan]

Today's one W: playing viddy games with friends actually cleared my processes a bit and it was revealed to me what was bothering me so badly. So I then decided that what was bothering me was actually really silly and decided I shouldn't be bothered by it anymore because there's nothing I can do about it. Yay <3

[snekdood]

me, on the one hand: its weird to gatekeep people identifying with characters just bc they don't share their same race

also me, upon watching a video of someone wanting the saiyans to be in ssj form 24/7: you just want them to be blonde with blue eyes all the time bc you're mad that otherwise you can't project on to them since they're likely asian 🙄

[yuridovewing]

going into the alderheart tag to see the general opinion on him and whether its actually changed since 2016 fandom labeled him as an uwu so sweet cute cinnamon roll baby boy, and it kinda seems like most people dropped that and either think hes Just There or really annoying. happy with the growth here tbh

[machines-art-shenanigans]

Reading a bunch of @the-wheatley-core's analysis I'm eating really good right now

[windupaidoneus]

now some people may not like to hear it but even the worst people who exist are still people & there is no human being who has More right than others to decide whether others deserve to live or die (does not mean i personally condemn murder in self defense or anything of the sort or killing fascists or whatever i'm just saying as a baseline This Is How it Is) & this is why the death penalty is not a good thing no matter how good & trustworthy the people in any government might be. people on average also deserve the chance to learn to do better. & no, someone who's been forcefed propaganda their entire life will not let go of that deeply entrenched mindset so easily, it's not particularly unrealistic & it absolutely sucks to deal with but in the context of tangibly working toward world peace it's also not an issue to try & help such people both in material ways & in helping them learn better rather than cut them down or abandon them to a grim fate. all this to say that's why i don't think garlemald is written badly, as unpleasant as the experience might be. walks off the stage

[kingerpiece]

sigh

if you reach out to offer to talk about a kin and I cant find anything abt the mentioned kin on ur blog, or direct me to a sideblog with the information Im not gonna reach out man Im ngl

[radiostaticsmile]

Just want to talk about this a bit more and say my being a fictive is psychological for me so I do feel I am Alastor Mentally and his life is mine *metaphorically* and I like to talk about it as if it were literal sometimes bc its easier and comforting

I do want to reempthesize the part where I say do not act like I am a murderer abuser man for Real. Some of those events do have metaphorical meaning to me but i did Not do these Crimes. I dont mind it being talkes about as if I did in a playful way but please please know the difference between what happened in fiction and who I am in reality

This is the most accurate irl depiction of me. I Promise This Man is not a Danger to You or Your Family

Its so funny seeing posts like 'please dont treat fictives like blorbo from show' and like Yes true we are not literally blorbo from show and please do not be like. 'You are actually a murderer for real Alastor!' But its a bit funny because my whole system always wishes we would be treated *More* like blorbo from show.

Like

I am Alastor please talk to me like I am Alastor lol

(The only time it has bothered us was when ppl expect us to know literally everything about canon lol)

[sea-webs]

A place you can never go back to, a person you can never be again

| anger I’m good at // letters to felice - franz kafka // @/weaksorry // jeanette winterson - written on the body // @/bestofgentleearth // rain by laura creswell // Mary Oliver - the fourth sign of the zodiac ll somewhere deep in my camera roll // "How I Got Out of Feeling Trapped and Found a New Life", by Cuurio; // Erik Pevernagie |

(rambles below the cut)

Me? Making a fictkin webweave? Must be a day that ends in y.

No specific kin for this one, just sort of general feelings about being fictionkin

I really like the 7th image... Idk why it gives super big oh yeah that's how I see myself and them (my kins.) I like the last one because it's like. I was In There in The Bad Places but also in this life I've watched it. Very much the vibes of how it feels I suppose. All of these really are but it's 12 am as I schedule this and I am feeling rambly

Image five is so... Idk. In almost all of my canons I don't think I'd change anything if I went back. Even if I knew exactly what would happen. Maybe I'd tell the people I love that I love them more than I did but that's it I think.

[thegnomelord]

I love your monster au so much. It makes the monsterlover/fucker in me real happy. Sorry just wanted to share my appreciation.

I've been thinking too, how would you feel about writing a underwater sea creature reader? (No pressure but I hope this idea tickles your fancy so I'll infodump my ideas on you) They can live on land and stuff but drag their prospective mate into a deep underwater ravine when they want to mate. Idk how to describe it, like I have an idea in my head of what the creature's traits would be but I can't find a way to put it into words.

I'm going to give it a try though, (excuse the fact it won't make much sense, my thoughts jump around a lot. But I'll try and make it coherent.) Basically, my mind went to underwater dragons. So with most of the traits that you wrote for dragons, like the purring and the tails intertwining (and the sharing of scales). But I was thinking without wings, because you don't need them underwater. But we glow in the dark, because we are deepsea creatures we have adapted to become bioluminescent. Oh and also we have gills and stuff still when we are on land.

Idk if this is confusing or just something you don't want to write but I was hoping for you to include a more sfw part with the mating dance maybe and then then an actual nsfw part (dom top male reader??)

But at the end of the day this is just a suggestion and it's up to you if you want to write it or not. (If you do write it can it be with ghost or gaz?? gaz giving us shiny things but sea related, like shells? and/or ghost struggling through knowing how to court us. Both of them being confused of what to do because we are a new type of dragon that not many people knew existed and our courting traditions are mostly unknown??

Okay this is cool and it tickles my brain of having just this big fucking monster that's gigantic due to deep sea gigantism :D, I also picked Gaz cause I like the sea/sky duality.

CW:NSFW, subbot gaz, domtop Mreader, quick and rough

When you first joined the taskforce, Gaz didn't know what to expect. Your species had been newly discovered, barely any information about you, but something about you put some ancient part of his mind on edge, ants nipping on the sinew of his wings until his body begged to return to the safety of the sky.

First time he met you, you reminded him less of a dragon and more of a Leviathan — something that dwelled where the light didn't reach, far too big than anything should be allowed to be, bright bioluminescent markings shimmering against dark scales to lure prey into crushing jaws filled with sharp crooked teeth, horns like spears to pin down what couldn't fit in your maw, powerful legs built to swim and breach the surface of the water to catch unaware flyers like Gaz just to pull them down into the abyss to be devoured.

He would have been more. . . unsettled by you had you not been so nice.

You towered over him even in your mostly human form, but you were a gentle giant, happy to let him use you as a perch and humming along as he talks, joining in on his and Johnny's pranks and hiding them when Price eventually catches them.

And Gaz doesn't even notice when your presence no longer makes his feathers puff up, the shadow you cast over him now warm and welcoming after all the times you'd been a meat shield for him. He tils his head back to catch sight of your eyes as he leans back, soft feathers rubbing against your clothes, "Hey there big man." Gaz smiled.

You hum, your hand coming to loosely hold his hip, holding the pretty thing close to you. "Hi." You purr, the small biolights along your body flickering in seemingly random patterns, but nothing about them was random to you or your kin, your interest in him painfully obvious.

But to your dismay Gaz doesn't understand, just snorts at your colorful display. "What's got you in a good mood today?" He asks, eyes tracing the dancing lights, that instinctual bird part of his mind liking the sight, and the low rumble of your voice, and just. . . being near you.

You blink, "You," You say simply, your people aren't ones to mince words.

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your declaration, feathers puffing up, but strikes down any thoughts about you before they turn inappropriate and cause him to coo at you. "Fine, keep yer secrets." He huffs and gets out of your hold, wings stretching out to purposely show off his feathers as he walks away, tail feathers flickering.

He can feel your eyes follow after him, hummingbirds pecking at his spine and he doesn't know if he should feel that way. And all you can think of is how you could drag your pretty bird down into the abyss without clipping his wings.

. . .

Gaz watches you lazily swim around the lake near their current base in your real form, "Havin' a nice soak in there Nessie?" He asks as he walks the short pier and sits down, dipping his feet in the water as his wings spread out lazily behind him.

A low rumble leaves you like a distorted whale song, your large form pushing through the water like a submarine cutting through the ice. "Nessie?" You ask as swim over to him, "Who's that?"

"Never mind about that," Kyle grins, his eyes roaming along your large form as the biolights flicker once again in that specific pattern that means nothing to him but everything to you. "You look happy."

You shrug, "It's nice to be back in the water." Without a word you heave yourself out of the water and onto the pier, large hands clutching the wood on either side of him, a deep purr rumbling in your chest at how close he is to you now. "Did you need something?" You ask, biolights flickering seductively.

Kyle swallows drily, eyes going wide as he registers you loom over him, can smell the sea and salt still clinging to your scales, something other than fear buzzing down his spine from how close your dangerous teeth are to him. "Oh, right, uh," He clears his throat to clear the molasses clinging to it, wings spreading out in a way that got his feathers shining in the setting sun as he reached into his pocket.

"I, um. . . I got you this." He said, holding out the seashell he'd found for you. His breath caught in his throat as you looked at it, hoping you liked it; he'd spent hours polishing it until it was shining, the colors vibrant and every single scratch buffed out.

"Thank you," You rumbled and took the seashell into your hand. Your pupils dilated, a very pleased purr rumbling in your chest — oh, he was so thoughtful, such a good mate to bring a rare treat for you.

Kyle felt like a bloody peacock at the way his wings spread out, but he couldn't care less about his posturing when you accepted his gift, his heart fluttering like butterflies in a jar.

Then you ate it.

You ate his gift.

His heart shatters like the seashell between your fangs, wings dropping like a rock, never having expected to be rejected like that. "I- what- why did- if you-" He couldn't even form words to say what he wanted, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to hide the way his eyes prickled with vestiges of tears.

Unfortunately for him, you notice. "Oh, little bird, what's wrong?" Your voice is soothing, biolights pulsing in a slow and calming way as you gently pry his hand from his face, looking into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kyle doesn't look you in the eyes, doesn't know what the hell to feel right now, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could control them. "Why would you do that!" He hisses.

You tilt your head. "You gifted it to me." You say like it's supposed to explain everything, reaching up to cup his cheek, your clawed hand cold and wet against his skin. "It was very good." You lean in closer, a deep purr rumbling in your throat, your long tail moving to curl around his leg.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as you push you loom over him your hands on either sides of him keeping him in place, feeling himself slowly lay back as you creep over him onto the pier, heart drumming in his chest. "Wh-what?"

You snort, eyes glowing like anglerfish lures, lowering your head down to lick a stripe up his neck, claws raking down his front. "Let me show you my appreciation, yes?"

Kyle shivers at the sensation of your teeth against his throat, body heating up, your scent — of sea and salt and something very very old — invading his nose, an involuntary chirp escaping his chest. "Ah, yeah, sure just-" Kyle yelps as your claws cut through his clothes, wings quivering as they're pressed against the wooden pier behind him.

"Relax little bird," You coo softly, licking around his lips in what counts as a kiss for you when your maw is filled with vicious teeth, tongue trailing down to lick up the drops of his salty sweat. "I'll be gentle."

And gentle you are; softly licking up the blood after your fangs had left marks on his skin, sharp claws holding his trembling hips tenderly as your rough tongue worms inside him, soft purrs and deep rumbles vibrating your tongue against his prostate until he's sobbing, his hands clutching your horns to hold your head closer as his cock leaks a puddle of pre onto his abdomen.

He whines when you continue stretching him with your tongue, "Please, mate, just-" Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue once again grazes his prostate, thighs clenching around your head. "-just please fuck me already! I can't- I'm not going to-"

Kyle sobs with joy and anguish when you pull your tongue out, the slimy appendage slithering back into your maw and leaving him painfully empty. "Alright, alright," You coo, moving up to drape your body over his, nuzzling your cheek against his as you line your hard cock with his stretched hole. "Relax,"

The tip of your cock breaching his puckered hole has Kyle sucking in a sharp breath, "Easier said than done mate," He chuckles, closing his eyes and just trying to focus on your scent and just you, groaning. Fuck, you're big in all aspects, his body clenching down like a vice before relaxing enough for you to slowly push further, spreading his walls wide until you're fully inside him, your hips resting against his.

"There you go," You purr, letting Kyle adjust as you nibble on his neck, biolights flickering happily when he rocks his hips into yours. "Taking me so well,"

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your words, throwing his head back when you rock your hips, cock hard and heavy inside him, dragging against his walls with every minute movement that has him panting and whining, his legs crossing behind your back to pull your hips closer every time you pull out.

The world escapes your notice, all your attention fully on him as you focus on mating him, pulling needy desperate sounds from Kyle's lips, your large hand gently stroking his leaking dick as your cock rubs against his prostate, your unhurried pace making him cum again and again and again until he's a moaning boneless mess by the time you cum inside him.

[triple-pupil]

Can I take a moment to rant on the beautiful psychology of the characters in this novel? At least these first chapters.

Sorry OP but I need to rant on this aspect that I adore about this book.

From the collective crowds to the individual people, especially the protagonist.

It's surprising how, excuse the redundance, not surprised I am that the crowds were so chill in a collective view, as the common people didn't have the astronomical knowledge to understand how Big of an event the cylinder was, they just saw "monke see new thing, monke touch new thing". Only the astronomers and scientists in the place found it a big deal because they understood, which makes sense why they and police attempted communication with the martians later on with the white flag and attempted to even protect them.

Yes, this is a big event, whether people were aware or not, but it wasn't going to stop time. The cylinder fell on a park, on a little corner, and the rest of the world moved on because of course they would. People had jobs and things to do, they weren't going to stop because miles away some weird metal fell into the sand pits. And to those who witnessed the object it was similar, plus, it took hours for anything new and noteworthy to happen so of course, once bored, the protagonist would just go home to drink his tea and attempt to continue on his papers, of course the children would fool around after the novelty turned dull and the little merchants kept on selling their apples and beers, they weren't going to stop their day for this slow hunk.

And can we take a moment to appreciate the great level of detail in which the behaviours of the people were described? Yes, every person there shared the shock, disgusto and fear upon seeing he martians for the first time, all who could running away and hiding behind the closest vegetation. But once things calmed down - the ways in which the crowds would divide and ondulate differently at getting closer to the crater once more, behaving like animals driven by their mix of fear and curiosity, is wonderfully real, tense and painstakingly slow.

And my favorite part, the reaction of the protagonist to the tragedy of the heat ray.

I love this character because he isn't like a common apocalypse story protagonist - that is heroic and down to act in extreme situations - but he acted like many common men facing the impossible.

He froze.

He saw death and destruction unravel around him in a way he had never witnessed or imagined and he froze in the panic and overload that his mind just couldn't process, he didn't go to sacrifice himself to save people, he didn't scream to anyone or took a leap to do anything, he was barely able to process what the hell was going on, of course he wouldn't have the time to be the selfless heroe. And it was after all was done that his brain managed to finally catch up that the fear and the understanding of danger truly settled in. That is one of the most realistic reactions to the extreme I have personally seen, in the moment of the event, one can tend to loose themselves and dive completely into Fight, flight or fawn, and it is when it's all over that one finally comes back to their senses and can feel again and understand what just happened.

Not to mention the beautiful description of the man entering a state of numbness and shock after escaping. It all drained his energy to even think, and so he'd go on autopilot to his safe place, Home.

Anothwe beautiful thing during the protagonist's slow walk back, after the reader has witnessed hell, the book bothers to mention the jarring contrast of the previous terror and chaos compared to the rest of the towns, simply moving on like nothing happened, so the reader can be overwhelmed and confused and shock alongside the protagonist.

I'm not sure about the distances between the sand pits and the towns, but let's remember that, first- It seems to be far enough- and second- these people didn't have the same level of connectivity and fast, local comunication networks that we tend to enjoy today, so of course it would take a while for the totality of the news to reach the common people around the place of the incident.

And like I said before, this horrid event of death was miles away from these people, so until folks had the fear of it getting to them settle in, of course (sorry for repeating it sm pff) they would still try to go on with their normal lives, Even with the danger in the background. That's what people do. And that is one of the reasons I've ADORED the novel ever since I first laid eyes on it.

Btw this is no scolding of OP or anything, I just needed to vomit words of love for this book and found this perfect post so yeah, OP, it is funny af, and it is beautiful.

finally reading the war of the worlds and it’s actually so funny to me how at the beginning everyone is pretty much totally chill with having an mysterious extraterrestrial cylinder just suddenly landing in a field, like they really just went “huh that’s peculiar” and kept going on about their lives, even after the first group of people were killed anyone who wasn’t literally right there watching it happen didn’t seem too bothered and people in the next town over didn’t even seem to know about it