#did I ramble enough in this post or nah

[djevelbl]

LET'S GOOOOOO ALL THE GOOD YOUTUBERS ARE POSTING VIDEOS TODAY — WHAT IS GOING ON?!

[batfossil-fr]

I’ve been really thinking of reopening my art shop soon… I’ve been taking some practice doodles (hence all the posting lately) while I shake off my rust and I’m finding things I enjoy working on again. I miss trying my hand at more dragons/OCs and colors. my shop’s so broken rn lmao but that’s a problem for a later date it’s just nice getting back into art

[innitnotfound]

Well, here it is! Here's my new creation for the detective beebo series. Oh also in transparent form in case anybody wants to use it because I know the feeling of making a transparent from scratch and lemme tell you it is NOT the best feeling in the world

Again, free to use, just credit me, blorbos belong to innit-inc, bowbgames and their mysterious main, all that usual shit

[cupids-diner]

Seashells and softness - Rafe Cameron

A/n: sorry for disappearing for 2 months or so, I had an upper respiratory tract infection, which still might have. But I’m gonna try and post more!

The blinds barely held back the midday sun, casting a faint golden glow across the room. The sheets were rumpled and soft, still carrying the lingering warmth from a lazy morning. You laid sprawled across the bed, fingers absentmindedly toying with a small shell you’d picked up on the beach the day before. Its ridges and curves caught your attention in that way small treasures always did.

“You see this one?” you began, tilting the shell towards Rafe, who was lying beside you with his arms folded behind his head. His blue eyes flicked over to it briefly, his face softened by the rare tranquility that only you seemed to pull from him.

“Mhm,” he hummed, his voice gravelly from disuse. “What’s so special about it?”

“It’s a moon snail shell,” you explained, turning it in the light. “See the spiral? It’s perfect. Like… how does nature even do that?”

Rafe chuckled under his breath, the sound low and almost disbelieving. “I swear, you’re the only person I know who could get that excited about a seashell.”

You ignored him, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, crossing your legs as you began to dig through a small box on the bedside table—your latest collection of odds and ends. “I’m serious, Rafe. There’s beauty in these things. You just don’t pay attention.”

“Maybe,” he muttered, rolling onto his side to face you. One arm rested against the pillow, his head propped up lazily. “Or maybe I just like watching you pay attention.”

His words made you pause for half a second, heat creeping up the back of your neck. But instead of looking at him, you grabbed another shell and held it up. “This one’s my favorite. It’s a scallop shell. It has these little ridges, almost like rays from the sun. Doesn’t it remind you of a sunrise?”

Rafe didn’t answer right away. You glanced over at him, and your heart did that stupid little flip it always did when you caught him looking at you like that. Soft. Uncharacteristically gentle. Like you were something he couldn’t quite believe was real.

“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low. “I guess it does.”

“You’re just agreeing with me to shut me up.”

“Nah,” he said, smirking slightly as he reached out to brush his knuckles against your arm. “I like hearing you talk about it. You’ve got this… glow when you’re rambling.”

Your cheeks burned, and you shoved him lightly, laughing. “You’re so full of it.”

He caught your wrist before you could pull away, his fingers wrapping around it just enough to hold you there. “Nah, I’m serious,” he said again, his voice softer now. His thumb ran absently over your skin, a contrast to the rough reputation he carried everywhere else in Kildare. “People think I don’t care about anything. But I care about this. About you.”

The sudden sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten, and you looked down at where his hand held yours. For a guy with a reputation for being violent, for losing his temper and pushing people away, he always treated you with a kind of tenderness that left you speechless.

“You’re gonna make me cry,” you joked, your voice wobbly as you tried to lighten the mood.

Rafe grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “Nah, can’t have that. I’d have to start fighting seashells or something.”

You laughed, and the sound filled the room, wrapping around the both of you like a warm blanket. He let go of your wrist but stayed close, his fingers tangling with yours.

For a while, neither of you said anything. The world outside could wait. For now, it was just the two of you—shells, sunlight, and a side of Rafe Cameron no one else got to see.

[lanadelnegan]

My Past, My Future - Part 5 (Final part)

Negan x Reader x Daryl

part four here / part one here

Warnings: 18+, smut, angst

Note: I'm sorry this took so long for me to post. Been kinda out of it lately, but probably gonna start posting regularly again.

Red = Negan / Blue = Daryl / Pink - Reader

"Negan..." Your jaw lowers slightly in disbelief as you look up into his tired eyes. Before your brain has time to stop you, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling the familiar smell of him. "God I am so glad you're okay." A tear falls from your cheek as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck and holds you tight.

Pulling back slightly after a moment too long, you clear your throat awkwardly and drop your hands to your sides. You quickly wipe the tear slipping down your cheek as Negan tilts his head at you empathetically. "Baby.."

"No..." You shake your head, remembering how Negan left you - alone and worried to death. "Negan, I - I don't understand. Why? Why did you leave?" You ramble, letting the hurt and anger wash over you all over again. "I looked for you for three weeks straight. I didn't eat.. didn't sleep.. just cried until I couldn't anymore."

"I saw you two.. kissing.. I thought -"

"You thought wrong, Negan. I wanted it to be you. I told Daryl that after the kiss. I came back to Alexandria that night to tell you, and you - you were gone. How could you do that to me? Just leave and not even look back like I never meant anything to you?"

"C'mon, You know that's not true... Was I supposed to just stay there and fuckin' watch you be with him?!"

Before you can respond, the front door swings open behind you and Daryl quickly appears at your side, wrapping his arm protectively around your waist.

Negan scoffs, glancing down at Daryl's hand gripping you possessively. "Seriously? You two are a thing now, huh? And you expect me to believe you were gonna fuckin' choose me?"

"Believe what you want. It's the truth. Not that it matters anymore. You left. You made your decision."

"Yeah." Negan nods. "I guess you did too."

"You dunno what the hell you're talkin' about. Got no right to talk to her like that when you just up and left." Daryl's jaw clenches as he glares at Negan.

"Seems like it worked out for you. I dunno why you're fuckin' complainin'."

"Cuz I'm not selfish. I wanted her to by happy."

"And I'm selfish? For leaving behind the love of my fucking life just so I wouldn't get in the way of her and another man!? If anyone's selfish it's you! Throwing a fit because the girl you were too scared to admit your feelings to wanted me and not you."

You grab Daryl's wrist, pulling him back as he lunges forward at Negan. "Enough! This is too much. I can't - I can't deal with this right now." You cry as both men reach out to comfort you.

Negan lets out a long sigh. "Look, it's getting dark. And I know you're tired. Let's call it a night and sort this out tomorrow."

Daryl hesitantly nods, accepting Negan's offer when you look to him for an answer and you both follow Negan into the house. It's old and wooden and Negan's smell fills the air. Your heart aches at the thought of Negan here by himself all this time... he is here by himself right?

"Do you.. live here alone?" You ask, looking around for any signs of other company.

"Nah. Girlfriend should be back any minute."

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone of his voice, trying to hide your smile when he winks at you.

"Hungry?" He points behind himself to the kitchen.

"No.. thanks. Just tired."

"You two can take the bedroom.. I'll sleep out here on the couch. Just let me clean up and change first." Negan says before heading to his bedroom. "Make yourselves at home." He calls out before shutting his door.

Six months ago you were confessing your love for each other and having sex on your couch. Now he's offering up his bed to you and another man? Daryl rests his hand on your lower back and you turn around to hug him, laying your head on his chest.

"Daryl.. I want you to know you have nothing to worry about. We'll leave in the morning."

"Not worried." He reassures you by planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He knows he is, but the last thing he wants is to put more stress and pressure on you right now.

Negan enters the room again, announcing his presence with an awkward clearing of his throat. "Room's ready. Changed the sheets."

Daryl leads the way, bumping past Negan rudely as he disappears into the master bathroom. You walk past Negan, brushing your hand against his before he gently wraps his hand around your wrist and looks down at you. "The idea of you in my bed with another man fucking infuriates me. Everything I do.. everything I did.. was for your happiness. Not mine... Just so you know." His hazel eyes fall to your lips for a moment before he slowly looks back up into your eyes. You restrain yourself from kissing him, remembering the way his soft lips felt against yours as his stubble pricked at your face. You can't deny you miss kissing him. Having long deep conversations with him.. Fucking him. All your memories together flow through your mind as you stare up at him.

"Are you happy with him, y/n?" Negan's eyes dart back and forth between yours.

"...Yes."

"Good..." He nods before walking away and you watch him sink to the couch as you enter his bedroom. You find Daryl already laying in bed and immediately climb in the bed behind him to comfort him. You know this must be difficult for him. You nuzzle your face into the back of his neck. "Baby.. I told you not to worry."

He doesn't say anything as you run your fingers comfortingly through his thick strands of hair. "I love you, Daryl."

"You love him too." He says matter-of-factly.

You don't respond, knowing you'd be lying if you tried to argue with him. So instead, you wrap your arm around him and settle into the sheets. The pillowcase smells like Negan as you shut your eyes and drift off quickly, dreaming of a world where you don't have to choose between the two men you'd die for.

As soon as Daryl hears your light snore, he slips out of bed, quietly finding his way into the living room where Negan is wide awake on the couch staring at the ceiling.

"We need to talk."

Negan's chest rises and falls as he lets out a long sigh. "Nothin' to say."

"Oh.. now you wanna stay quiet?"

"Now you wanna fuckin' talk?"

Daryl ignores Negan's comeback, sitting in a chair across from the couch. A long moment passes before Daryl finally speaks again.

"I know you love y/n. I know you've changed. But I'll never forget what you've done. When we came back to Alexandria and realized you were gone... I hoped you'd never come back."

Negan huffs, leaning back further into the couch before Daryl continues.

"Until I saw how much it broke her. She wouldn't eat. Wouldn't sleep. Unless I made her. Was so worried about her I couldn't let her outta my sight. You did that to her."

Negan gulps down, fighting back tears as he hears how much he hurt you.

"And for some stupid reason.. she still loves you."

Negan scoffs, shaking his head slightly before gazing back up at the ceiling. "...When Lucille passed, I knew I wouldn't be able to love anyone the way I loved her. Lucille was.. my everything. Hell, named a fuckin' baseball bat after her just so I wouldn't have to say goodbye... You know where that bat is now?"

Daryl grunts, waiting for Negan's answer. Negan's head nods towards the fireplace, as they watch the wood crack underneath the flames for awhile.

"I said goodbye to Lucille that day because I finally found someone I could be happy with again... When I made the decision to leave, that was for y/n. Not for me. I knew you'd be there to take my place, and I thought that's what she fuckin' wanted. But me? I didn't eat either. Didn't sleep. Worried about her every day. Still fuckin' do."

Daryl's head drops forward as his elbows rest on his knees, carefully taking in Negan's words.

"She misses you."

"Why are you tellin' me this?"

"Cause I want the same thing as you. Just want her to be happy."

"So what? You're.. giving her back to me?" Negan's head shakes sarcastically, mocking the idea.

"In your dreams.... What I'm sayin' is, we love her and she loves us. Why make her choose?"

Negan's nose scrunches as he looks to Daryl, sitting up now and leaning forward. "Wait, wait, wait. You're not serious. Are you seriously suggesting a... throuple?"

"Nah. I ain't gay." Daryl grunts. "It's not about me and you. Just her."

"Too bad. Thought you were finally comin' around." Negan raises his brows suggestively, making Daryl stand and roll his eyes annoyed. He stops at the bedroom door, looking back to Negan expectantly. "You comin'?"

They both quietly enter the bedroom and slide in bed on either side of you. Still asleep, you snuggle against the warm body in front of you, roaming your hand along his stomach before stopping suddenly, realizing it's not Daryl. Your eyes jolt open to meet Negan's gaze in the dim lit room as he smirks down at you.

"Wha-"

"It's okay, babe." Daryl whispers in your ear from behind.

"You still love me, baby?" Negan asks, tilting your chin up and hovering his lips over yours.

You answer him by pressing your lips to his, closing the small gap. You can't help the involuntary moan that escapes your mouth as you taste him again for the first time in so long.

Negan's hand cups the back of your neck, bringing you closer as he deepens the kiss and flicks his tongue against yours. His mouth opens slightly as a throaty groan escapes and you almost whimper at how turned on you are. Finally turning your attention to Daryl behind you, your arm reaches behind you to grip his hair and pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back hungrily as his rough hand glides down the side of your body, tracing your curves before reaching your ass and firmly squeezing.

After a moment, you pull away from his mouth to adjust yourself, leaning up for a moment to remove your shirt and bra before laying flat on your back between the two of them.

You stare vacantly at the ceiling, blinking a few times as you attempt to wake yourself from the obvious dream you must be having. But to no avail, your men remain pressed against your body as they nip at your skin and tease you with their fingers.

Shifting lower in the bed, they both take a hardened nipple into their mouth, making your head push into the pillow below you as you bite your lip to suppress your moan.

Negan flicks his tongue lightly over the sensitive bud, while Daryl's lips suction around the other, sucking over and over. You can't hide your noises anymore as you let them hear what they are doing to you. "Ohh my god. Fuck... that feels good."

Negan grins, letting his teeth gently squeeze your nipple before lowering his hand. He easily pops open the button on your jeans before roughly pushing them down your legs. Daryl raises to his knees, helping you get your pants and underwear off your ankles until you're completely bare in front of them.

You've been with them both one on one on multiple occasions, but this feels.. much more intense with both of them at the same time.

As Daryl bends down, getting ready to position himself to eat your pussy, Negan stops him. "Look man, not tryna be selfish here. But I've been deprived of that pussy for way too long. So please, allow me." He pleads.

Daryl glares at Negan for a moment before finally moving out of his way and letting him devour your cunt. Negan's face is buried between your legs the second Daryl gives him the go ahead and your jaw lowers as you make an o-shape with your lips at how good his mouth feels. His stubble tickles your inner thighs while his tongue repeatedly flicks deep inside of you.

"Fuck!" He comes up for air, before pressing his nose to your hole and inhaling the smell of you. "Goddamn I missed this sweet pussy."

"Move." Daryl demands, taking Negan's place and tossing your legs over his shoulders. His fingers spread your pussy lips apart, allowing him better access to your clit and sucking it harshly, urging you to orgasm.

Your gaze is focused on Negan as he stands by the bed, quickly discarding his clothes.

"Daryl!" You moan his name as your orgasm rushes through you, letting your eyes stay locked on Negan's, hoping to bring out his possessive side. A smirk appears on Negan's face as he chuckles darkly, knowing you're trying to make him jealous.

Just as Daryl comes up for air, wiping your juices from his chin, the bed dips as Negan crawls over you, taking your lips in his.

"You tryin' to tease me, baby? Cause it's fuckin' working."

He kisses you rhythmically before pulling on your lower lip with teeth and grinning at you. While you're busy locking tongues with Negan, Daryl positions himself on his back beside you. "Come mere baby. Need you."

You roll over on top of Daryl, letting your knees rest on either side of him as you hover your wet opening over his hard length and slide down slowly and completely, filling your cunt to the brim as your head falls back in pleasure.

Negan settles in behind you, bumping his hard cock against your ass. His hand wraps around your long strands of hair as he pulls, bringing your head back further and exposing the front of your neck.

Chills run down your spine when Negan whispers throatily in your ear. "Think you can take us both sweetheart?"

You answer him with a frantic nod and he chuckles, biting at the sensitive spot behind your ear and making chills spread over your arms.

"Fuck. Bend over him. Now." Negan grunts, pushing your back until you're laying over Daryl with his cock still inside you.

Negan's hand spreads one of your ass cheeks as he leans back slightly, watching you slide up and down on Daryl's cock. "Goddamn. You are creaming all over his fuckin' dick, darlin'." Negan's thumb reaches out, gathering a line of your juices from Daryl's shaft and bringing it to his mouth. He groans at the taste, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he sucks his own thumb. "Fuck." He whispers, dropping his thumb to your tight asshole now and circling it slowly. "Where do you want me baby?" He asks, pushing this thumb through your tightness. You cry out at the unfamiliar feeling.

"In.. in my pussy." You whine.

"Yeah? Such a big girl, so confident that you can take two big cocks in your little cunt at the same time." Negan chuckles darkly, pulling his finger out of your ass and rubbing his tip through your folds from behind as Daryl's breathes loud and heavy while you ride him.

Negan's hand grips your waist tightly, holding you in place as he guides his cock to your already filled hole. He slides his tip along Daryl's length before ultimately pushing through and burying himself deep inside you. Daryl grunts, adjusting slightly at the feeling of Negan's dick against his own.

You cry out as your walls are stretched further than they've ever been, and the thought of your men rubbing their cocks together inside of you makes your stomach flutter.

"Oh my goddd." You cry, overwhelmed at the intensity of being so full. Not only are your walls stretched to their limit, but both of them are painfully deep. Pressure and heat build in your abdomen as you feel yourself embarrassingly close to coming already.

“Holy shit, feels so fuckin’ good.” Negan whimpers, dropping his head back heavily as he thrusts into you.

Daryl’s jaw clenches as he stares up at you through glazed over eyes. “Is it too much babe? Tell us to stop if you need-“

���No. Please. Please don’t stop.” You beg, crashing your lips against Daryl’s as you moan into his mouth. Negan brings his hand down roughly, smacking your ass cheek and making you yelp into Daryl’s mouth.

Negan grunts, grabbing the back of your hair possessively and pulling your back against his chest. Your head turns as he kisses your lips sloppily from the side, bringing his hand around to wrap firmly around your throat as his throaty whisper flows in your ear. “I might be willing to share, but kissing another man when I’m balls deep in this cunt? Not gonna fuckin’ happen, doll.”

From this angle, one of their tips press repeatedly into just the right spot, making your cheeks burn hot. And Negan’s filthy words are just what you need to send you over the edge.

"Daryl! ... Negan! Fuuuck." You scream out, feeling warm liquid rush out of you. Both men groan at the feeling of you soaking their cocks as Negan's moans become faster and louder and Daryl grows quieter - an indicator that he's close.

"Come in me..Please.” You breathe out.

"Who?" Both men say in unison.

"..Both."

"Can't hold it anymore. I'm comin' baby. I'm fuckin' coming. Ahhh, fuuuuck." He lets out a long groan, spilling deep inside of you.

Daryl groans at the intense feeling of yours and Negan’s warm liquids surrounding his cock. He bites his bottom lip as he shoots his load in you, following each pulse of his dick with a mix of raspy whimpers and moans.

Negan slides out of you as you lift yourself off Daryl, falling to the bed next to him. When Negan joins you on the other side, you lace your fingers in both of their hands as you lay there out of breath.

"What the hell just happened?" You chuckle, not able to hide the ridiculous smile on your face.

"We don't wanna make you choose. Just want you to be happy. If you want us both, you've got us."

"But.. that's.."

Negan leans in, kissing your cheek before settling into the sheets and closing his eyes. "There's no rules in the apocalypse, baby. Shoulda learned that a long time ago."

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[ninjapotatohead]

Lol, Sheeptits McGee is just as good as Sally Sheeples. XD I've only nicknamed her that due to as to who the former Archie writers are clearly trying to emulate with her bossy to short-sighted dipshittery. But you, nah you just go for the jugular because of her big boobs. Respect B)

Yeah, throughout all the social media posts and tangents defending (read: "white-knighting") her that all sound like the insane ramblings of a madman, the only consistent thread connecting them all is that they tend to be from Rule 34 artists/creators and other NSFW accounts praising her for - what else? - her prominent bust size and tyrannical bitchiness.

And, I've said this before, but it bears repeating, they always bemoan her detractors with some variation of "... But we NEEEEED more bitchy queens because Sonic's NEVER done rude characters before, and we've NEVER gotten a character like dommy-mommy sheep girl before!"

... y'know, if we ignore that

A) Silver had his backbone completely removed, even though he himself was, in fact, kind of an asshole in the games.

and B) Wave is literally RIGHT THERE!

And I always bring her up specifically because she's literally Lanolin's character archetype but significantly better-written. Not only is she just as rude and catty as Lanolin (supposedly) is, but Wave at least has the competence and years of experience to back it up. Wave doesn't just talk the talk, she's more than capable of walking the walk; she's every bit as intelligent as she claims.

Also helps that Wave is... y'know, a rival character? She serves as the foil for Tails (as do the rest of the Babylon Rogues for the other two members of Team Sonic). Even despite this (as @beevean pointed out previously), it's still believable that her and the other two rogues are still friends, or at least have some degree of mutual respect for the other.

Sheep-Tits McGee, on the other hand, doesn't even have that going for her. She's little more than a rookie who was put into a leadership position (that she did nothing to earn) and does little more than bully literal war veterans into submission just to feel better about herself.

It's even funnier when you consider that the Eggperial City arc has shown multiple times that the conflict resolves itself when the others DON'T follow her orders, because all she does is make matters worse.

Of course, none of that matters because her more ardent fans defend her and ignore any and all criticism of her. They just think her YouTuber Apology™ is enough to absolve her for no other reason than...

Which, unsurprisingly, has earned her the moniker I continue to give her.

[rithshell]

first post to offer is: a big dump of my version of the koopalings......... cause i finished it yesterday and i just want to talk about it.

!!! DISCLAIMER !!!

The events here happens about years later of the original koopalings. And things got a little angsty in the process.

TW: Mention of surgical injuries.

Larry Koopa:

- 15 years old, second youngest koopaling.

- Rockstar, have a punk rock band with three friends.

Larry is the most rebellious koopa of the seven. He gets in trouble often, and it's not the type of trouble like breaking a ceramic jar or just be noisy. Nah, he gets in trouble with the police and break stuff in every concert he have. Pretty much a punk.

The most responsible one is Ludwig, making sure he doesn't get lost in the middle of the night, or intoxicated in every concert or party.

"He's just a kid" they say. "An angry kid" Ludwig corrects.

These situations made Ludwig have to get psychological help for Larry. For now, is going well, even if it's a long process.

Lemmy Koopa:

- 13 years old, the youngest.

- Juggler, circus artist.

Even if Lemmy is the youngest koopaling, and seems to be quite childish, he's quite mature when it comes to business. Since he's clearly not old enough to work in a circus, he's controlled by the crew of the Koopa Circus, which are the ones supervising Lemmy to not get hurt while doing his shows.

He's positive and the sunshine of the family, always cheering up his siblings. The closer brothership have is with Iggy.

Morton Koopa Jr.:

- 18 years old.

- Blacksmith of the castle.

Morton is actually the one that people considered that changed more. More after... What happened. Why does he have a scarf on? Easy. His jaw is broken. But like... Dislocated, almost tearing off his face. It's not pretty sure how did it happened, Bowser prefers to blame it on Mario. But what is sure, is that Morton became more intimidating after that, only seen inside his workshop, blacksmithing weapons for the Koopa Troops.

Despite the fact he's now mute, and is forced to eat specific food, Morton still have a kind soul and is a great company for his siblings. He loves to hear the new stories Lemmy have for him, attend to Larry's concerts, make a friendly fistfight with Roy, listen Iggy ramble about his new experiments, help Wendy choose her new dress, and listen Ludwig's new pieces.

Roy Koopa:

- 22 years old.

- Fighter, former boxer and street fighter.

You can think Roy as the typical 'bad boy vibe' guy. He's tough, easy going, smug... Everything you can expect from a boxer. He works with Wendy, though Wendy is more careful and intelligent while fighting, while he is more impulsive. It's not surprise Wendy won more trophies than Roy, but that's not a impediment for him.

Curiously, Roy and Wendy are the only biological siblings in the koopaling family. They don't like to remember how they started to learn how to fight...

Iggy Koopa:

- 23 years old.

- Scientist, specifically focused on biotechnology.

Iggy is a nerd. A crazy nerd. As far as his siblings know, Iggy didn't do anything too... Dangerous to experiment. More than mix some chemicals that ends up with a nosebleed and dizziness, or chemically modify a plant that actually would make the ceiling go broken. Yeah, not more than that.

But Iggy always talk about being a God, and have a strange fascination over human species. How the bodies works, how the human mind can go miles away...

The only rule is "Princess Peach must stay away from Iggy Koopa."

Wendy O. Koopa:

- 25 years old.

- Fighter, co-partner of Roy Koopa in the ring.

The only girl of the family, and the one that is obvious she grew with only men in her around. Wendy never leaves her coquette side when it comes to fighting, after all her muscles look good in a pretty pink dress that matches with her ribbon.

Wendy is not only a fighter, but also responsible of the younger ones, Larry, Lemmy and Bowser Jr. to be exact. She's a great help for Ludwig and also a great older sister, in all honesty.

VERY noisy though, if she wants to make a scandal, she won't think twice in doing it. But besides that, she's a sweetheart.

Ludwig Von Koopa:

- 30 years old.

- Musician, classical composer and professional piano player.

It's always "Ludwig is so fine" but never "Is Ludwig feeling fine?"

Ludwig is tired. Periodt. But even if he's tired, he still keeps his responsibilities in check, always acting authorative, and the one that takes most of the decisions commanded by Bowser or Bowser Jr., though he never takes Bowser Jr's suggestions. It's letting a kid rule the world, and he thinks that's pathetic.

Oftenly Ludwig prefers to pass time in his room or outside of the castle, live his adult life. Sucks at social interactions whatsoever.

He's the one that have more mental struggles, but refuses to get external help. Everytime that's mentioned, it causes an argument.

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i think that's the whole thing i wanted to dump. all the other stuff works like in canon but just years later, if that makes any sense.........

i may draw more of these and also ill present my koopa oc later!!1!1!

[localcanadiancreature62]

Fiddlestan au,post reconciliation musings

Welp this au isn't stopping,i continue to have the Fiddlestan brainworms. I have like two other gf aus to work on but nah brain said gay con man hillbilly au so here y'all go.

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• Stan gets REALLY clingy and affectionate with Fiddleford by the time they officially get back together. Because he's secretly afraid of him leaving again and thus he tries to act extra lovey dovey with him in an attempt to make him stay forever but he just ends up smothering the poor southern man. Fidds notices this so he has to reassure the con that he won't be going anywhere as he'll stay with the grifter til' death do they part,this comforts Stan for a while but he still gets antsy when the southerner has to go on errands or something without him. Which goes on to the next point.

• Stan has abandonment issues now. He ended up getting traumatized by the fact that he literally watched his beloved nerd lose himself in real time for years as the hillbilly then NEVER talked to him about the whole ordeal even when he was still sane enough to properly talk about it i.e his time within the Blind Eye Society,like being with Fiddleford was the happiest he's been in his life despite outright avoiding talking about his issues with him only for the man to leave midway into their relationship because of the memory gun (Mcgucket,what the hell have you done to this poor man?). So now Fiddleford has to reassure Stan that he won't be leaving for longer than a few hours/minutes whenever he goes out for groceries or something lest he'd be met with a bajillion texts and missed calls from a very worried,crying con man. Fidds doesn't mind having to do this all the time since it IS his own fault that the man is like this,although sometimes it can get annoying and he regrets leaving Stan for so long because of it.

• Stan and Fidds are switches. Fidds is usually the bottom cuz he's an effeminate scrawny twink but also he likes fucking that smug smirk off of the con's face,meanwhile Stan only bottoms for one very specific reason which is the fact that he can trust the hillbilly to take care of him when he's vulnerable and weak despite otherwise being a tough and macho dom. The toxic masculinity that Filbrick drilled into Stan never went away,but he can forget that for a bit whenever he lets Fidds take control for a few nights.

• Stan and Fiddleford's ideas of a nice date are hilariously contrasting. Stan's idea of a date is a rowdy midnight crime spree with a fancy restaurant dinner at the end while Fidds' idea of a date is a cozy night in reading books or rambling about their lives/interests together while eating some hearty stew. However they find a common ground and eventually compromise by either doing both or by going with the other's idea interchangeably between date nights.

• Fiddleford is riddled with guilt over him indirectly causing Stan to mentally break from his mistakes. He made his grifter have a mini mental breakdown everyday during the building of the portal after the car crash because of how much the man missed him yet couldn't talk to him because of his shattered mental state,he ended up causing his beloved pain because of his darned memory gun invention destroying what they had,and his insane state hurt Stan from the inside whenever he saw him. These are the things that Stan told him after they had another casual talk about their past again,and at this moment Fiddleford realized that he's a terrible partner. He wasn't able to properly process it during their reunion/argument back then as he had to deal with Stan's outburst,but now he can thoroughly feel the shame guilt and anger at himself for doing such horrible things to his grifter. And the worst part is,Stan still stayed even after all of that. He ignored it at first as he didn't want to worry or upset Stan more than he already did,but he eventually couldn't bottle it up anymore as he straight up started sobbing one day while he and Stan were watching TV together. Stan got worried and asked him what was wrong,only for the hillbilly to dejectedly say that he doesn't deserve him. "Oh oh this is the good part where Ducktective has a flipper fight with his brother after he corrected his grammar." Stan remarks as he excitedly watches Ducktective with Fiddleford who's enjoying his beloved's favorite show despite feeling the heavy guilt in his chest. Fiddleford then took a glance at the con,smiling as he looked at him with adoring eyes while the man didn't notice due to being too invested in his favorite program. 'How did fate bring me to this wonderful,goofy man?. He is everything,i want to cherish him forever. He is so forgiving,even when ah.. ruined his life with me leaving.' Fiddleford thought to himself as he felt himself tearing up from guilt and shame from everything he did to Stan. He then starts loudly sobbing,being noisy enough to bring Stan out of his Ducktective obsession induced trance as the grifter noticed him bawling. "Hey- Hey Fiddlesticks,what's wrong?." Stan asks as he then turned off the TV while looking at his hillbilly in concern. "Ah don' deserve you.. I treated you so terribly with that memory gun experiment,and me leaving only to never talk about what happened after that car crash. I forced you to watch me lose mahself in real time,while not realizing how much my dwindling sanity affected you. You warned me about the memory gun and the cult being dangerous,but i didn't listen and i only ended up hurting you further with my mistakes. I'm a terrible partner and you shouldn't have stayed. Why did ya stay?,even after everythin'?." Fiddleford says as he kept crying while looking at the man in guilt. Stan looks at him in shock over such a sudden outburst,but then he sighed in relief as he realized what this is actually about and that he didn't end up saying something dumb that hurt his beloved. "Because being with you was all i ever wanted. Sure you were stubborn with that weird cult stuff and you messed up A LOT but that doesn't give me any reason to stop loving you. I spent those 30 years being angry at you,at myself for what happened but even then i still cared about you and kept worrying about your safety in the dump everyday. You hurt me really bad,and even then my stupid heart still wants you. It's okay Fidds,you don't have to beat yourself up for something that happened years ago. And you ABSOLUTELY deserve me,especially with your kind personality and charming looks." Stan explains as he smiled at the southern man who has his mouth agape in surprise due to how loving and forgiving the con is. "Stanley. Yer a treasure. Why did the universe grace me with such a caring man?." Fiddleford replied as he wiped off his own tears as he kissed the con on the cheek who then blushed from the gesture.

"Well why did the universe give me such a charming nerd?~." Stan teases as the southerner blushed in response. "Oh hush you. C'mere." Fiddleford says as he then grabbed the swindler at the back of his head and pulled him closer to his own face as he kissed him,with him mouthing the con's lips as they lightly made out. The hillbilly groans in delight as he's glad that Stan doesn't hate him for what he did and he truly DOES want to stay rather than feeling obligated to like the little negative voice in his head said.

• Ford supports his brother's relationship with his best friend,although he could've been given a heads up before discovering them roughly making out in the kitchen. He already knew about it the moment Stan got his memories back and ended up telling him about the hillbilly,which is why he told Fiddleford about how much Stan was hurting from his mistakes soon after being given knowledge of their horrible break up (that one part in the argument drabble). He is totally fine with his best friend dating his twin however he can and will kill Fiddleford if he catches the southerner breaking Stan's heart again.

• Fiddleford absolutely KNOWS that Stan is touch starved after going without any affection from him for years,which is why he makes sure to hug him kiss him and caress him every time he sees him. Also another thing related to this point,Stan is fucking HUNGRY for Fidds after 30 years of not tasting his lips or feeling his member so the two make sure to fuck often.

• Fidds and Stan make sure to ACTUALLY talk about their issues this time in their relationship as refusing to communicate was what indirectly lead to their relationship falling apart with the hillbilly opting to use the memory gun after every argument while the con buried his feelings until they burst back then. They do it even if it's scary or confusing,as they need to otherwise they'll end up with heartbreak and hurt again.

[honey-comb-xox]

Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

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Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it” 

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon” 

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back. 

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly 

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond. 

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?” 

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile . 

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly 

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub 

“Seriously though, are you okay?” 

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly 

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers 

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers. 

~

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

[shiongenkai]

I keep going back and forth on posting this bc it is so truly ooc but fuck it we ball <\3 Sometimes I deserve ooc indulgence. As a treat

Taiga Hoshibami gen flash fic

Word Count: 1,108

Summary: Taiga thinks a lot of things.

Mostly, he thinks he's hungry.

Cross-posted to Ao3

There is something wrong with me that I don't understand and can't fix.

"This is all your fault!" Romeo shouts, again, and I know he's right, again, even if I can't remember why. Knowing he's right doesn't fix anything. Knowing who was at fault doesn't make it better. I should tell him as much, but he seems preoccupied, so I keep my mouth shut.

Instead I think of what I did. I try my best to remember why I did what I did, why I felt like I had to do it, like I had no choice, like my world would end if I didn't. When I think about it hard enough, I decide I have absolutely no idea who it was that did it. They had my face and my name, my clothes and my expressions and my tone. But it wasn't me.

Maybe they were better at being me, though, because Romeo didn't even seem to notice I was gone back then.

"You seriously need that skull checked out," he says next, and I agree with that too. But it's not a real suggestion, I don't think, because if it were he'd make an effort to make it happen. When he tells me I should shoot and I don't he yells until I pull the trigger. When he tells me Mickey should open his bar earlier he goes and complains in person. When that loud blonde guy is out on the floor he tells me he's not spending enough, and tells the dealers to ease up just enough to make him feel like he can bet a little more.

But when he tells me I should get checked out, I nod and agree, and he recoils angrily, as if offended by my actions. Stop fucking around, he hisses, and I drop it, because if he thinks I'm fucking around, I know I must be.

Romeo knows me better than anyone. I think he knows me better than I know myself. I think I'm fucking around. I think he’s mad. I think I want to please him for once.

I look up at the ceiling and think of nothing at all. He rambles in an increasingly loud and fuzzy voice and I try to imagine what life must've been like before I had something wrong with me. When I can't imagine anything at all, I decide I must've been like this all along.

"Are you even listening to me!?" The conversation is back on me. I shrug. I'm not listening, and I tell him the truth.

"Nah," It's not what he wants to hear and I know it. I say it anyway, just to see the way his brow furrows, the way his forehead wrinkles and his eye twitches. Just to see the way he acknowledges me as an annoyance, a pest, a problem in the room that he can direct his feelings towards. I think of what I look like in his eyes. I think he’s the only way I exist at all. I can't picture my own face, but I can picture his and see the reflection of mine in his eyes.

"If you keep frowning like that, it'll ruin your pretty face." I say, waiting for him to stop. He’s not stopping. He's frowning deeper and shouting louder, and I'm looking back up at the ceiling and thinking, I wonder what's for lunch?

I blink and it's nighttime. It's 3 PM and bright. I blink again and it's day. It is night and day at once, flickering, irritating but not obtrusive. I need a break. I stand and turn to the door.

"Don't you dare walk out on me, BTH! I swear to god—"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Night, Lulu." I call out as I leave. I watch myself wave to him from the side. I watch as I begin to walk from above. I watch as I leave the room from inside. My skeleton looks battered and my blood seems wrong. I feel the legs walk as if they're a little to the left from where I should be controlling them. I think, this body is not mine. I think, my bones are not my bones. I think, there is something wrong with my brain, it is not my own and I am afraid, it is not my own and I don’t know how to fix it.

I think, man, I'm hungry.

Somehow I make it to a diner I don’t bother to try and remember the name of. The kid at the counter looks unfamiliar and uncomfortable with my presence. I grin at him. He goes into the back and doesn't return, and I don’t mourn his presence.

There's a burger in front of me I don't remember ordering. It's cold. It’s not bad, though. As I chew I try to remember how I got to this place, and I’m lucky that it comes in fragments, rather than never coming to me at all. I was walking and then I was outside. I was at the bus stop and then I was sitting in the booth. I was thinking how weird it was that there were no employees here. I’m still thinking that.

There’s something in the diner that smells better than the burger and it annoys me I can’t reach it. It feels like my brain is on fire. It feels like I’m in danger. It feels like something inside of me is buzzing and running and trying to take over.

I look down at my plate and there’s something I think resembles meat, something that smells just a little off, something I don’t remember ordering. I look outside. It’s bright. I blink. Night.

He’s shoving it into my mouth before I can think much farther and each bite makes the buzzing duller and my thoughts quieter. It’s warm. He’s warm. This burger was once alive, I think, and I’m not. Neither of us are alive, but I am here and it is not.

He eats so fast I feel sick after. But the buzzing has stopped, and the sky doesn’t flicker quite as much as it had before. He looks at my phone. I have seven missed calls.

So many texts haha

Are u still frowning?

The text to Romeo is easy enough. His fingers type the letters slowly. It is 10 PM.

Im on my way back

U can stop frowning now

He leaves the diner. I watch as he walks. I think, that face is my face. I think, I ate that, too.

On my way back I squint at the sky and think, it's too bright this morning.

[aita-polls]

WIBTA?

God this is a shitfest. 🏊‍♂️🦠 emojis to find this easier.

So I (20f) have a terminal disease and a bit less than a year left. Whatever. I’ve come to terms.

But there’s a whole shitfest, basically close member of my family (m50 let’s call him G) did a bunch of shifty stuff (which we found out was as a result of several undiagnosed mental illnesses) and his wife (M) left him, and got a restraining order. And then two more after the first one expired. Her father, (B) basically controls her, and we’re sure he’s behind this.

I’m not going ti get into the shitty stuff, because this post would be a mile long. But, the long and short of it

B and M:

Took over G’s successful business position and shut down the branch of the company, but kept the money (and is currently holding the money hostage through legal red tape) and made more on the side (illegal)

Got several restraining orders (2/3 of which were dismissed for lack of evidence, one is still under investigation), which made G be arrested in public twice and at home once

M took her and G’s two year old (at the time) daughter (A) and got a restraining order for them both on G (A is now 12 and has had incredibly limited contact with her father for her whole life)

Used the police system to confiscate G’s phone and passport because he’s considered a flight risk and apparently sent M messages asking to see A, which were taken as threats

(And because of no phone or passport, G can’t access any of his healthcare info (fuck the healthcare system, honestly) has no diagnoses or ways to get help. We’ve tried.)

After the second RO, B went to ‘talk’ to G (he still won’t say what they talked about but we’re fairly sure B tried to goad him into suicide)

It’s a shitshow. And it’s really not what I fucking need right now.

Here’s where I could be TA.

Since I’m terminal, I’m making up a will.

Would I be TA if I left a letter to M and B, pretty much just calling them out on all their shit (because this has gone on for nearly ten fucking years) and telling them to go fuck themselves and give G back his money and let him see his daughter?

The letter would probably go something like this:

Dear M and B.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing. Who gave you the right to ruin G’s life? And why are you so fucking determined to do it? Because we all know he never hurt M or A. He’d sooner die.

Was stealing his life’s work not enough? Was shattering his whole entire well-being, his whole sense of who he is, not enough? Well I hope this is enough. I hope you both join me in the grave soon enough, because I can’t wait to see what Hell has in store for you.

A is old enough to know the truth about her father. About who started this whole shit show. She deserves to see her father, her family. She deserved to know me. But it’s too late for that now, I guess.

For all the suffering you’ve caused, with your ten year rampage. For every time you’ve ‘talked’ to G, for every restraining order that was built on bullshit. I hope you get your heads out of your asses long enough to see your palace burn before you. And I hope it hurts.

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Sorry this is so long and rambling, I’m on a lot of painkillers atm.

TLDR: WIBTA for leaving an abusive letter to people who’ve ruined someone close to me s life in my will?

(I know this sounds fake but istg it’s real, and it’s a fucking shit show.)

[vaspider]

It is interesting to me that -- when I went to go look and see if the silly little dork who's been bothering a bunch of people made another mimic blog -- I ran across people sending confused anons to others complaining that I blocked them, but in the same breath 'and also vaspider is a proship lesbophobe who eats children' and i'm like... buddy... do you think that I saw shit like that and go 'ah, I should leave that person unblocked?' Nah. You're gone. I don't need to talk to you, and you don't need to interact with me. Ever. About anything.

This is what I mean by 'curate your experience.' Legit, if I run across posts like anon asks 'i saw goody spider dancing with the devil' and the person responds 'omg i will not look up anything, i will take that post down right away,' man, I just block people. If I run across a post (like I did yesterday when filing reports on the last harassment spree) advocating for physical violence against me, I will take the less-than-five-minutes it takes to block every single person who interacted positively with the post. It's never a lot of people, to be honest, so it takes very little time. And then I move on, and I never think about any of them as individuals again, and they'll never be able to interact with my posts again, and that is the desired end result.

I cannot recommend this tactic enough, honestly. You don't owe anyone your time, your energy, any of it.

But now I'm writing rambling posts about blocking strategies instead of writing about the Phoenician pantheon, oop. Guess this is just me making up more excuses to not write the words I get paid to write.

[spirits-art-blog]

Redraws of some of my favorite Conan/Shinichi expressions so far! I'll likely be making more posts like this cus this show is filled with really good expressions and poses that I really want to draw. Honestly this show needs more moments like the ones above, its such a good visual gag.

For those who don't know, I'm watching this show completely blind so please keep spoilers out of this post; as of posting this, I have just finished ep 289.

Gonna get into some of my current thoughts and critiques in the read more cus I don't really want to make a separate text post so feel free to avoid all of that if you don't want to see it and I hope you enjoyed the art :)

Disclaimer: These critiques should be taken lightly as they don't really impede my enjoyment as overall the show is great! I just like to share my thoughts and ramble.

286-288 is actually kind of a good summary for some of the things I dislike about the show, like sorry if people like that case but Shinichi and Yukiko being there unfortunately did not make it less meh for me.

I usually try to keep in mind that shows like this weren't intended for an american/english-speaking audience but man, New York is such a bad setting for this show. Even if you ignore the actual voice acting, its jarring how the americans just, stop speaking english. I really wanna know what the bts situation was to make them decide that, like sure 3 episodes is a lot, but its hard to believe these new yorkers, besides 2 cops and a taxi driver, are speaking Japanese.

Other thoughts go to the end with the murderer of the case and the disguised killer. Not sure how to word this exactly but it kind of bothers me how this is, I think, the first time we've gotten a murderer who's backstory isn't about some misfortune that happened to them that was caused by the victim, like nah, she was just evil, and then later Shinichi and Ran stop a serial killer from falling to their death, like what? Especially with these two scenes practically being back to back, I just don't get why they did that. Idk just left a bad taste in my mouth.

Anyways on a lighter note, loved seeing Ran's thoughts throughout the episode, especially at the end, like I love internal conflict for characters, and it works for Ran as well since falling for that 'you helped cause this' fear is pretty consistent with her.

And lastly I wanna share some thoughts I've had about the show cus I don't know where to put them. That being said, I really wish they had some episodes early on that explored more of the dynamics between characters and Shinichi's transition into Conan. Like the idea of a rich 16-17 year old being stuck as a 6-7 year old who now lives with his not girlfriend and has to go back to first grade is such a dramatic change, no way that situation wasn't hard to get used to. Unfortunately, I'm more than far enough into this show to know they aren't going to do anything like that. And besides very small moments that spawned headcanons for me, there isn't much going on relationship wise either. After episode 3, the dynamics between the characters was set and hasn't really changed too much, which is a little sad imo.

I'll stop rambling for now, apologies with how discoherent this is, translating my thoughts into words has never been my strong suit.

[sieglinde-freud]

grabs ur hands dm ur reasoning rn *looks at you with my big eyes*

YOU GUYS ARE PEER PRESSURING ME WTF... but ok im just gonna post it here then hi tc thank u for the ask :) going under the read more because my initial ramblings were literally 3k but let me see if i can chop it down. cw: LONG. also pic for reference so we know what im talking about

so the placements all assume the only headcanon thats real going into this is that the morgans are siblings. no canon second parents which means no chrom!inigo or anything like that they all have single moms or whatever idk not important but just clarifying none of that is impacting their placements because i dont want to think about that

black eagle placements were the most fun because the fun thing about that route is that it splits into two more! one thing thats always bothered me is that when that route splits, the only thing that changes is that you either lose edelgard or hubert or you lose flayn. are you really telling me those are the only three students with enough free will to not let byleth pick the rest of their life for them? ferdinand would NOT go to the church i dont care!!! this is something they fixed (kind of) in warriors but in general when picking the black eagles i wanted to keep that in mind too

so kjelle was the first character i looked at and went “i know where you go.” i think she looks at edelgard and goes “you are everything i want to be and more” because what edelgard fights for and how she accomplishes it. kjelle is a very “the strong must protect the weak by any means necessary” which is kind of harsh when its presented to the player in awakening but it is literally edelgard’s whole philosophy. and kjelle is very egotistical (not hate i love her ass so much underrated fav!!) she thinks incredibly highly of herself so for her to bow down to anyone they would have to 1) echo her ideals and 2) be stronger than her. sorry shes never bending the knee to dimitri and claude i dont give a fuck she doesnt like those men. i think she’d understand edelgard’s idea of putting power in human hands and fully commit to the ends justify the means. this isnt really a gameplay rewrite thing im trying to do but if byleth picked the church she would leave. also… please. please please consider edelkjelle… okay guys… for me……..

on the opposite side nah was my second immediate “ohh i know what im doing with you” and its because if byleth picks edelgard, shes out!! granted, i could just put her with lions or deer but how is that fun. its not. nah, being a manakete, would probably be much more understanding of rhea and willing to reach out. being a manakete is probably a pretty isolating experience for her, ylisse or fodlan or otherwise, so i think her finding solace with rhea and flayn and seteth during her time at the academy would allow her to get closer to people more like her, and understand on some level why rhea is the way she is and why governs the way she does. though, still being housemates, she’d befriend edelgard and i think she’d admire edelgard’s conviction and maturity during the academy arc. but when edelgard betrays the church i think she’d take that very hard, and i dont think anything edelgard would say to her would get her to turn on what is basically the family she never got to have (theres also second gen angst potential in here somewhere…)

inigo was interesting to think about and i did almost saddle him in with golden deer but i like the potential of him with edelgard a lot more when i really sat down and thought about it. im pulling more from his characterization as laslow i think but at first i wasn’t really sure if i had a case for him picking between the empire and the church but i decided to go with the empire because i do think in the time he has with edelgard, he’d be a voice of reason for her (to hubert’s dismay). edelgard’s problem is that she has literally no outsider pov and is going based on her own sense of justice that, while its based in good intentions, has a lot of unintended consequences and failure to acknowledge how it impacts everyone else. i think inigo could take a unique role, similar to ferdinand (or lorenz to claude, felix to dimitri) in that he challenges edelgard but on a much more friendlier level. the thing about how that role normally plays out is that its formed on some personal grievance rather than genuine better interest of the people, and i think of all the lords, edelgard needs a friend the most (its why shes so attached to byleth???). and just looking at how hes able to handle xander in fates and how much more introspective he becomes, i think it’d play out similarly here. also i think with the forces of him and dorothea combined they would give ferdinand the worst bisexual panic of his life. ik i mentioned felix/inigo WHICH I STILL LIKE but imagine the layer of angst if they are on opposing sides… ok thanks

was on the fence about gerome until beloved mutual (hi woocy :3) convinced me he would be beagle and im completely down with that. for me, i struck out blue lions immediately. so after that its just a matter of do i think he fits in better with BE or GD and quite honestly. for some reason golden deer gets the rep of being the meme house but aside from lorenz looking a little funny anf claude putting up a facade YOU ALL FELL FOR this straight up is not true. the funny house is black eagles and by GOD it would piss gerome off to be there. i dont think they chose their houses, by the way. i think they got to fodlan and rhea vibe checked all of them immediately so he didnt have a say in this. not only is he stuck with inigo, hes stuck with watching kjelle—the strongest warrior ever probably the only one in the second to match him in terms of raw strength—stumble over herself over their house leader because wwaauuw women pretty LIKE COME ONNNN. though, i do think he’d respect edelgard for her strength, and theres a lot of interesting dynamics for him to explore. dorothea pissing him off, bonding with petra over their enjoyment for wildlife, he would definitely be training partners with caspar, and i think he’d actually be like. really good at talking to bernadetta? maybe seeing her reminds him of how he was when he was younger. maybe he gets her out by introducing her to minerva. much to think about. but in general he would keep mostly to himself with standard gerome “cant get close to people that i cant guarantee will stay with me” fashion i think he probably wouldnt be as close as say someone like inigo or nah would be with the house. so when the time to choose a side comes… i dont think he’d have the relationship with edelgard to pick her. i think he would oppose her ideals, and go with nah, if not flee fodlan entirely because omfg who careeesss…. WHO CAREEESS his ass is in wyvern valley (no i think he’d fight. but he’d def consider dipping)

m!morgan is here because i think it would challenge him. guy who is so cute so earnest so ready to be happy in school learning everything hes ever wanted hoping to come home and make momma proud and oh my god he got put in the most crazy house imaginable. whoever his professor is is probably like wow morgan you have a gift for tactics! why dont you try managing the class for a mission? and being morgan he’d go YES ABSOLUTELY!!! unfortunately this house has hubert. and ferdinand. and bernadetta. and linhardt. and caspar. the thing about robin and the shepherds is that most people immediately respected robin as their tactician and robin was able to connect and befriend most of them fairly easily because they were mostly all sane and normal people. the black eagles are most definitely not and have you guys seen that black eagles seating chart post? well. i just think it’d give morgan a hard time and between him and f!morgan its funnier if its him. also splitting him from the justice cabal for timeskip angst sorry. also i think it’d be cool if he took edelgards side. i dont actually know which way he’d lean thats a tossup like this is a character that i could believe would trust byleth’s judgement and go with them but if its edelgard i think that could set up fun conflict between him and nah. grima vs naga part 2!! though i actually did have him for blue lions first if only because of the three houses the blue lions probably need a tactician type the best but. i like this one better.

so for blue lions i immediately clocked owain like look at this guy. i think owain would see the house of cool knightly chivalrous types fighting for justice and being cool and having swords and i just think he’d be in heaven. i also think, to him, dimitri would be a figure to look up to similar to lucina, but with the difference that they are not family and owain might put him on an even higher pedestal because theres this sense of familiarity he had with lucina thats not really there anymore? kind of similar to ashe and dimitri. and when the timeskip comes, i think he’d be endlessly devoted to dimitri even still, never forgetting who he was before and striving to bring him back, still thinking of this idolized version of him, even if it puts himself at risk. i also think in general, owain would thrive in the blue lions house. felix, ashe, ingrid, dedue, annette— those are all prime support partners for him that have a lot of potential. the blue lion house is very… the way that they are. and something owain shows in fates is that though hes very good at using his theatrics to ease people, whether that be on purpose or otherwise, and by god do the blue lions need it. look at them… jesus.

cynthia is in the blue lion house for similar reasons but i think she has a key difference from owain. while i think owain is the type to go down with the ship, i think cynthia might actually serve as an opposition to dimitri and potentially go against him in a similar fashion to felix and annette in thats hidden in the games files and was never put in the game (WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN. dimitri doesnt get enough push back in azure moon!! another post for another time though). in their time at the academy, while owain is fangirling over dimitri, i think cynthia would too at first. but fodlan is very different than ylisse, and in particular faerghus treats its knights and specifically women knights very differently than cynthia wouldve otherwise been treated. i think this would push cynthia into questioning faerghus’s ideals (especially in getting close to ingrid who im sure she’d find friendship in) and eventually dimitri in how he seemingly upholds those ideals. when he goes down a darker path in the timeskip, she’d probably take felix’s more critical approach, and i think she could turn on him. for the empire? probably not. but i dont think she’d be as down as owain or ingrid to keep following him when hes not taking accountability for what hes doing. she might find her way back once hes come back to himself but who really knows. not me (<- girl who is writing all of this)

yarnes a funny pick because lions are supposed to be brave and fearless and hes a Rabbit. but obviously yarne would be very aware of that irony and i think it could serve as a push for him to come into that bravery, and thats something i think the lion house could help him do. i think he’d look to dimitri for solace similar to how he does with lucina, and dimitri would be very happy to provide that for him. when the timeskip comes and dimitri is lost, i think yarne would have to find it in himself to abandon that anxiety for a bit to come help ease dimitri, sort of repaying him for his initial kindness (read: i want eyepatch scary dimitri to find stress relief in petting a big ass bunny). also i dont need yarne to be in the same house as petra and marianne for him to interact with them. dont worry thats a thing. also if youre a real one you recruit marianne to blue lions everytime. no i dont know how they’d handle bringing a taguel to fodlan i dont really care either

for severa i think, even if she would rather not admit it, justice and loyalty are very key parts of her character. its buried underneath her mean girl attitude and like five pounds of trauma but its there. and what are the blue lions if not loyal knights with very LOUD auras of sadness? she would be similar to felix in terms of their views on knighthood, and obviously her whole thing with cordelia would put her at odds with the whole dying for your king/for glory thing faerghus has going on. similar to cynthia she’d be very critical of faerghus and dimitri except she’d be that way to his face. she doesnt have the same personal beef with him the same way felix would, and might be a little more like how i imagined inigo would be to edelgard, criticism with the better interest of the greater good rather than formed of personal beef. in the end though, i think she would stick with dimitri. also i think she’d have insane sexual tension with ingrid like i dont think theyd like eachother but like. my vision… do you see it.

bradys in lions partially due to mutual influence (hi zorua) but also because i ended up liking his potential with the lions as opposed to the deer or eagles. he’d have a very cute friendship with mercedes and annette i think, playing violin for them and having tea party gossip sessions. i think he and dedue could bond over being kinda scary but doing what they can to ease people’s fear of them. since thats an insecurity for both of them that brady purposefully takes steps to get rid of (ex: him hunching over is so that he can be eye level with children and people shorter with them so as not to come off as intimidating or more powerful) i think brady could help with that. though if im being so real i dont think he would like dimitri. i think he would stay and stick around and help dimitri get better. but i dont think he’d approve of his bloodlust and be very open with his issues in regards to how dimitri handles and carries himself. sorry guys im not meaning to have dimitri catch so many strays here 😭 i love the guy i just also like when theres conflict here i promise

laurent is in the golden deer because i think he and claude would be very like minded people in terms of trying to discover the secrets behind fodlan and what that means and how to better navigate fodlan as uncharted territory. theyre both foreigners, as are all of the second gen kids, but thats something claude keeps under wraps that i think laurent would be able to tell very quickly (not that it was hard. claude doesnt hide it well its just that everyone in fodlan is either stupid or all the smart people are kept away from him) that claude is from almyra. i think this knowledge could help him serve as something of a confidant to claude. obviously he wouldnt tell laurent everything but when claudes supposed closest allies are lorenz (guy who hates him and prays for his downfall) and hilda (girl who is racist and from a racist family) its just like. well maybe claude should have another friend who is normal adjacent at least, and laurents not the type to go blabbing anyways. obviously both lorenz and hilda (eh. well.) get better about their mindsets post timeskip but i think in the time of the academy laurent would be a very valuable friend for claude and vice versa. in general laurent would do well anywhere because i think most of his interest would be with the technological and scientific advancements of fodlan which is flexible, but i think, with rhea purposefully halting progress and claude being the main guy who wants truth above all else, this is the best spot for him. could hear an argument for him going to edelgard (potential recruit out of house recruit fs) but i do like him with claude a bit more. gerolau angst also.

lucina is in golden deer because i dont want her in the other two houses but also because i do think, similar to laurent, she’d be very valuable to claude and vice versa. awakening world building is horseshit but from what little we do know there is quite a bit of political discourse that lucina probably knows quite a bit about. even if her timeline was thrown into war when she was young, she probably had some form of royal training and can help claude navigate fodlan a little bit. i also think coming to fodlan would just be a very refreshing experience for lucina as the burden of everything is no longer directly on her shoulders, and i think she’d be looking for a broader perspective on life and finding another purpose for herself now that grima is dealt with. i think claude would be able to help her with that and i think she’d be genuinely interested to learn of his homeland once she figures out where hes from (i do think laurent beats her to the conclusion but not by a lot. remember this is lucina aka marth aka woman her disguised her own royal status and was very successful at it. just saying). also while i did say that golden deer is in fact not the meme house, i think they are more light hearted overall in terms of character (does NOT mean meme house or funny house. look me right in my eyes and say the house WITHOUT hubert and linhardt is the meme house. fucking liar) and i think lucina would love that. i want her to get the chance to be silly and childish for a little bit. characters like raphael and marianne and lysithea might help her heal that inner child that she never really got to let out and i just think the golden deer house would be the best place for her

morgan is here because i didnt want her and marc in the same house thats too easy. but while i think claude is the least in need of a tactician type character, him and morgan would be sooooo funny so cute and i need someone who can keep him on his toes. i think he blurts out a plan and morgan goes “ermmm ackchully” and half of the time her rebuttals are complete nonsense she just wants to argue. i think they both enjoy it. i also think, similar to lucina, a light hearted house would be a little better for her. shes much more prone to mischief than m!morgan is i think and i think the deer would benefit from that if only so she can target lorenz and make me laugh. i also think separating the twins would make for fantastic angst down in the timeskip but for now shes just hanging out having fun being a piece of shit. #girl also i think its funnier if one morgan is absolutely thriving and the other is barely keeping his shit together and by god it is way funnier if its f!morgan getting away with everything

noire is here because. i. could not think of a reason for her to go anywhere else! i thought about putting her in beagles but i dont think making that choice between the church and edelgard would be as interesting for her? and i dont think putting her in lions would do anything for her. i think the best lord and the best house at helping her through her issues and being understanding of her mood changes is probably claude and the deer. i could see hilda and leonie reaching out to her, or ignatz and her getting on pretty well, but im not quite sure on the specifics of that. my least thought out placement but also it doesnt matter because it keeps the placements balanced to put her here. i’ll have to give this one more thought…

anyways if you can believe it this is the cutdown version. i know right. i hope i didnt forget anyone that would be really embarrassing

[lolliputian]

Some ramblings on the Tieflings' appearances...

Weirdly enough, this is inspired upon by a comment on a DNDBeyond Facebook post.

There's a book in a few places in the game (most notably Zevlor's area of the Grove) that reference the ritual that Asmodeus and his warlocks did after the Spellplague, which cursed all Tieflings to appear more in his image. Prior to that, my understanding is that Tieflings more closely resembled humans. (Doric from the D&D movie is a good example.)

Many, but not all, of WotC's official artwork in the books show Tieflings with their horns beginning at the brow line, extra growth on the chin to mimic a beard, bumps around their eyes or cheek bones, etc. Many players choose to omit those features in their Tieflings' appearances in their home D&D games. Which leads me to what spurned this ramble: the post I reference showed an old Tiefling woman with obvious protrusions on her brow line and cheeks. The commenter on the post hinted that this was what "old Tieflings used to look like" before everyone decided to make them hot. (To which I say: lulz okay nerd, let people make hot Tieflings.)

Who is the ONLY Tiefling in BG3 who has obvious extra definition to the brow and cheekbones? This handsome fella...

...who is the "old one." Which, admittedly, cracked me up. I'd personally argue that the ridges make him look older than the wrinkles would suggest, but that's neither here nor there.

Now, granted, the fact that the Tieflings aren't more varied in their appearances in the game makes complete sense. Larian could only use so many different facial models when they're giving a set amount to the player, and it's not worth their time to give every NPC a unique face when they could add a lot of variation using the character selection presets.

But we CAN look at the other two unique NPC Tiefling models, Rolan and Dammon:

Dammon's got the more pronounced brow area, which at the very least the face model that Danis and Damays use also share. Both of them also have more pronounced cheekbones that could hint at their infernal ancestry. For me, it's been less obvious on Dammon than it is Rolan; in certain lights in the game, it VERY much looks like his protrude more than normal. I notice it less often with Dammon. Granted, in both their cases, maybe they just have really excellent bone structure, and I'm reading too much into their character models. (Reading too much into things? On TUMBLR? Nah, never happens.) Regardless, two male characters younger than Zevlor don't have as many obvious infernal features, which is an undoubtedly unintentional but still funny call back to "old Tieflings" versus "new Tieflings."

Also consider that Karlach does not share these facial protrusions that the male characters have/seem to have. (I don't think any of the female Tieflings do, and there's some commentary to be had with that, but I digress.)

But who DOES get some extra infernal features in addition to the horns? Wyll. Who is not a Tiefling, but go with it.

For shits and giggles, Mizora and Raphael also have smoother facial features:

Again, I completely understand why most of the NPCs were generic face models for practical reasons. But it is interesting they only gave Zevlor the "traditional" 4e/5e Tiefling look.

What are your thoughts? Or theories, even? Let me hear them!

[lesbianfakir]

Honestly shout out to fakiru for being so good at making me suspend my disbelief.

I’m always in the camp of “those kids would not fucking stay together.” Aang and katara? Im sorry but no fucking way do they get married. Your defining childhood relationships don’t always last.

But then you have fakir promising Duck he’ll stay with her all his life and I’m like like yeah no shit they’re staying together. I’m a queerplatonic fakiru truther but if ikuko itoh got on her phone today and tweeted that fakiru get married post canon I’d be like yeah that checks out. Those guys are gonna be friends if nothing else until one of them is in the grave or turned into a tree permanently. Maybe longer with the way dross is still kicking around.

Sometimes I think about how if Duck does become human again she’d be living the ken life: no house no car no money no job and she’d be totally reliant on fakir for access to those things. Which is a scary place to be and creates an absolute breeding ground for a toxic or downright abusive relationship. And yet? I’m like nah it’ll literally be fine. Not even worried. Which is INSANE considering fakir’s track record. What is it about fakiru that has me so bullheadedly confident that despite him having a significant amount of power over her in the relationship they’d always stay equals?? I don’t fucking know! Even if things did go sour between them of course fakir would make sure duck was well off enough to get by on her own, that’s not even a question.

Anyways those are my rambling musings. Thank u princess tutu for giving me two leads where I am absolutely convinced without a hint of doubly they will be the best of friends forever