#hopefully this time i can keep interest in it

[reidmotif]

Hands-On Learning

Summary: Reader is deep in preparation for her finals, much to Spencer’s frustration. When she creatively incorporates him into her anatomy review, it turns into a pleasurable experience for them both.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: f!receiving oral, face sitting, face riding, f!masturbation, softdom!spencer, but he's needy and desperate, anatomy terms that may have been used incorrectly (sorry), slight dry humping, overstimulation, yearning.

Word Count: 3.3k

Masterlist

Finals season. 

The ever-dreaded, ever-disliked period between the end of April to June where every student you know is scrambling to absorb roughly four months of material in a matter of weeks.

All bets are off in this lawless space of time. Coffee at 2 AM? Completely advised, go right ahead. Hundreds of dollars spent in food delivery? Sure. Anything to keep the grind going, right? Major papers that should’ve taken weeks to write being done in a frantic three hours? It’s a rite of passage, really. And luckily, you get to spend a much-needed summer break afterwards, recovering from all these horrific decisions you’ve put yourself through. 

Needless to say, your current setup involved many textbooks, flashcards scattered about, and highlighters in the most random of places, all in the name of preparation for this beast of a week. 

And of course, it was all set to the sounds of a very needy Spencer Reid, who’d been begging for your attention since he’d gotten here.

“You’ve studied so much already, I swear. Can’t you take a break?”Spencer questions petulantly, sitting on the bed adjacent to your desk, where you were currently hard at work memorizing the thirty-one pairs of nerves that made up the spine. 

You’d been studying intensely for this semester's finals. By making a couple of well-informed choices beforehand, you were actually quite on track when it came to your learning and retention of material.

For the most part, it seemed like you were on track to sail through all your classes without a hitch. That held true, until you brought up Introduction to Anatomy. 

Anatomy was fun, by all means. Interesting labs, interesting people, interesting content. However, what daunted you more than anything in pertinence to the material was the enormity of the terms and vocabulary you were expected to know in time for the exam.

“I haven’t studied enough.” Is your quick response, a small smirk finding its way to your lips. Despite loving your boyfriend, there was a certain pleasure in seeing him so desperate for you, a power-rush that felt unbelievably good.

And to your credit, you really were hard at work memorizing these terms. As much as you enjoyed his company (and the sex he wanted to engage in), it simply could not take precedence over the task at hand. 

“You know, multiple studies recommend at least twenty minutes of a break for every hour you study, for peak brain efficiency, and you-” He checks his watch, mentally calculating how long you’d been at that desk. “You’re due for at least an hour’s worth of break at this point.” 

You finally look up, your finger halting on the paper it’d been tracing over. “Spencer, you know I’d love to take a break but-” 

He sighs heavily. “I’m aware. This is important. I get it.” He grumbles, flopping onto the bed in a slightly dramatic fashion. 

You giggle at the scene. For all his propriety, there was never a more amusing sight than your boyfriend reduced to base desire and instinct. You take pity on him though, and smile gently at him. 

“Look, why don’t you get out? Go have lunch, do whatever, and come back. Hopefully I’ll be closer to finishing then, and we can hang out then?” You offer, hope in your voice. 

He sighs and nods, lifting himself off your bed. “Yeah, sounds good.” He murmurs, coming over to the desk to place an affectionate, chaste kiss upon the top of your head. “Good luck.” He says, cracking a half smile as he leaves, which you return with a smile of your own. 

The door closes, and you’re left with nothing but silence, and the lateral cutaneous branches looking up at you from their place on the page. Time to work at it, you suppose. 

It’s about two hours later, when you hear the tell-tale knock of your boyfriend at your door, presumably back from his excursion away from you. Your place at your desk is momentarily abandoned in favor of letting him in, and there’s instant delight in your eyes, considering the two cups of coffee he presents to you. One is iced, one is not. Without any words exchanged between either party, the iced coffee is grabbed and you grin. 

“Thank you.” You say, taking a sip. Of course he’d remember your order perfectly. 

“You know, that could’ve been my coffee, for all you know.” He teases, striding into the room. 

You roll your eyes fondly whilst you close the door. “Spencer Reid drinking iced coffee? I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“Coffee is supposed to be hot!” He protests, immediately, this being an obvious subject of passion for him. “Hot brewed coffee contains far more antioxidants, and doesn’t risk being watered down by ice- oh, and another thing-” 

You stifle a chuckle whilst watching him. This had been an ongoing debate for you two, essentially since the day you met. Your first date had been at a coffee shop. When he'd asked for your order, he looked almost appalled at the prefix of “iced” you’d tacked onto your statement.

Nevertheless, he still ordered it, and did his best to educate you on why hot coffee was “clearly” superior.

Somewhere between lecturing you on caffeine effectivity and nutritional information, you were head over heels. 

“Anyway.” He says, breaking your thoughts, and seemingly done with his argument. “How far are you into studying?” 

You make your way back to your desk, biting your lip as you stand over the material.  “Pretty far.” You murmur, reluctantly. “I dunno. I know I know this material, but I feel like it hasn’t solidified in my brain, you know? Like I need to keep hammering it in until it’s basically muscle memory for me.” 

He moves slowly to be behind you, his hands coming to rub your shoulders gently, soothing the worn out muscles on your back. His touch is warm and reassuring, a quiet way of saying, “You can rest.”

“You know.” He murmurs, softly. “You’d probably do better with a break. Take a breather, let your brain relax for a second.” 

There’s a pause, before he adds in a quiet voice, “Maybe spend some time with me?” His hand comes to move some hair away from your neck, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the side of it. 

You melt into the movement. He always knew exactly where your weak spots were, where you’d falter and give right into his ministries.

But you know you can’t. You force yourself to breathe and look away, as though that simple act might help you forget how his hands had lingered on you just a moment ago.

“I want to, I swear. But I won’t feel good about taking downtime until I’m absolutely sure I’ve got this.” You say, firmly extricating yourself from his grasp.

He gives another one of his heavy sighs, accepting his fate quietly, knowing he won’t be able to convince you outside of your own accord. 

“Alright then. I’ll just hang out here then.. For however long that might take.” 

You give a small, pained smile. “Thank you. I know I’m being difficult.” 

“You’re not. You could never be difficult.” He responds, immediately, returning your smile with one of his own. “It’s just finals season. I know your  performance will be wonderful, and we’ll have all the time in the world afterwards to spend time together.” 

Your heart melts. You were beyond lucky to have him, and that adoration and knowledge is displayed plainly through your expression. “Thank you.” You repeat, unable to verbalize just how much his support meant to you. “I hate finals.” 

“You and I both.” He shoots back, cracking a grin. “You’re going to do great.” 

There’s no trace of doubt in his tone at all. 

For the next hour or so, you both quietly coexist in the same space, the names of musculature and types of fibers muttered under your breath. After a while, the terms click into place, and with a quiet breath, you let the tension go. The final step in your preparation involved practicing the newly learned terms on a human model. Ideally, it would be one of the fake skeletons in the anatomy lab. Your gaze, however, drifted to your boyfriend on your bed, sprawled out, reading your physics textbook for fun. 

Nerd. 

An almost evil plan enters your brain, and your voice goes sickly sweet as you call out his name. 

“Spence?” “Mm?” He murmurs, looking over the book. 

“Can you strip down to your underwear, please?” A harmless smile plays on your lips as you ask.

Spencer’s all ears as he hears that, and in record time his clothes are shed. “Are you-” “Lie back on the bed.” You order. 

He’s so obedient and eager, immediately complying with what you’ve asked of him without question. You smile, and discreetly grab a washable marker before making your way to where he was laid out. 

“God. I’ve been so insanely needy for you all day. I’m so glad you’re done.” He says, his expression reeking of starvation as you straddle him. You can feel him harden under your touch, and choose to ignore that. 

You lean down, your head at about his chest. His breathing quickens in anticipation, already so turned on from the minimal contact between you two.

Before he can make a move of his own, you pull out your marker and mark the space between his clavicle and shoulder.

“Brachial plexus.” You murmur, much to his utter confusion and dismay. 

“You have to be kidding me.” He says, his look of confusion quickly morphing into one of realization. “I thought you were done-” 

“I’m not.” You say, with a small smirk on your lips. “But I will be, if you’re quiet and let me work on you.” 

He groans. “You’re evil, this is evil. I won’t-” 

“The faster we get through this, the faster I’m all yours.” You interrupt, mostly ignoring him, because you know he’ll do anything if it means touching you by the end of it. 

He takes a pained breath and tries to relax while you work on top of him,  his obvious erection straining against the fabric of his briefs.

The pen drags down his chest, as you move down on him to better position yourself in accordance to the medial pectoral nerve you were marking.

“Baby, please.” He groans out, his hands fisting in the sheets below him in an attempt to not grab you and take you right then and there.

The slightest bit of friction seems to set him off, and you can tell he isn’t playing it up in the slightest. He truly was, well and gone for you within this moment.

“Sorry.” You murmur. “Just marking your.. anterior cutaneous branches.. of the thoracic nerves.” The pen drags against a spot on his chest, and he shudders. 

“Won’t this stain my skin?” He says, a slight whine in his tone, doing absolutely anything to free himself from the absolute torture of this predicament he’d found himself in. 

“Nah. It’s one of those pens they use for surgery.” You respond, dragging it along his sternum to mark a few more necessary terms. “It’ll come right off in the shower.” 

You know exactly how to push his buttons. You lean in closer and whisper against his ear enticingly, “We can get clean together.” 

He squeezes his eyes at that, the feeling of your lips brushing against his earlobe triggering an involuntary response, a low moan escaping him. “This is.. so unfair. I just want to touch you. Please.” 

“Not until I’m done.” You fire back. “C'mon. You can be good and wait, right?” 

“Easy for you to say.” He grits out. “You’re not the one, half naked and hard and having to watch you be..” He trails off.

“Be what?” You ask, a bit distracted as you mark another nerve of importance.

“Be.. sexy.” He mumbles out, clearly embarrassed by his own musings. 

A small, wry smile comes upon your mouth. You lean back, a breath of laughter slipping free. “You think I look sexy?” You say, a teasing lilt in your tone.

He rubs a hand over his face, clearly mortified. “Yes. Yes, okay!” He grumbles out, clearly self-conscious by just how much he’s managed to be affected by you. “You’re on top of me, drawing on me, and I’m aware they’re just anatomical terms, but God the way you say them.” 

His voice devolves into a near whimper, pitiful and aching. “It’s killing me.” 

You hum, pleased with yourself. “Killing you, huh?”

“Yes.” He mewls. “Killing me. I want you so much, please. You’re so smart. Please. I know you’re going to do so good on this final. Just please, please, let me touch you.”

He collapses into his words, into you. No pride left, just need.

“Yeah? You think I’m smart?” You murmur teasingly, tracing the plastic of your marker along the side of his neck. 

“Yes.” He moans, lowly. “So smart. You’re so hot when you’re working so hard. Makes me want you so bad.” 

Your head turns back, and you can see the wetness of precum leaking from his cock on his briefs. He wasn’t faking it to get your attention. He yearned for you, plain and simple.

Your eyes find his, and they’re full of need, his expression absolutely shameless and desperate. “Please.” He repeats. “Please let me touch you. I don’t care how. Just- god. I can't do this. Please.” 

It’s enough to make you yield. You slide off of him, and he lets out a soft, needy sound, already missing the press of you, until his breath catches at the sight of you stripping, your clothes landing somewhere off the edge of the bed without a second thought.

“You wanna touch me?” You murmur, crawling up the bed a little. 

“Yes.” He whispers, nodding.

The way he looks at your naked body, eyes fixed, hungry, reverent.. it’s almost too much. You feel dizzy from the weight of it.

You straddle his face, a thigh on either side of him whilst you hover over his face, and then you look down. “Touch me then.” You murmur.

He practically growls as his hands wrap around your thighs. “With pleasure.” 

He pulls you down entirely, effectively forcing your core against his mouth, his tongue lapping against every inch of your wet folds.

You moan, your hands coming to grasp the headboard in front of you. There’s absolutely nothing he could be thinking about, besides the taste and smell of you flooding and overwhelming his senses. 

He devours you with a single-minded focus, his tongue expertly alternating between flattening  and lapping you in slow, deliberate strokes, and quick flicks against your clit. It’s all done in service to you, Spencer thinking of the fastest way to unravel you, desperate to taste your release against his tongue– to hear you moan his name and shake above him. 

He gets his wish when another stroke of his tongue finally causes you to come, your sweet release flooding his face, and him eagerly drinking it in. He moans as he attempts to pull you even closer to his mouth (if that was even possible). 

You let out a breathy laugh as he seems to slow down, indicating the end of your session. “Spence.. Oh god. That was so good.” You try to get off him, but his grip on your thighs is iron-clad. 

“Again.” He moans. 

“What?” You ask, not sure if you heard him right. 

“Again, please.” He begs, voice broken. “I need you.” 

The absolute depravity and torment in his voice lulls you into complacency, as you assume your previous position above him. 

“Okay. Okay, baby. We can go again.” You murmur, soothingly.

He wastes no time going right back in, his tongue albeit, a little slower now, keeping in mind that you’d just orgasmed, and that you were probably still sensitive. 

He’s right to do so, little high-pitched moans and drawn out of you as you get comfortable again, despite the overstimulation.

His tongue circles your clit slowly, never properly touching it, delaying your next release. After a while of this teasing, you finally moan out his name, your hips shamelessly rocking against him. 

“Spencer, god. Please. Need to come.” You beg, feeling yourself at the edge of a small death. 

Spencer responds in kind, rapidly flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, and in record time, you’re coming again, much to his delight.  He doesn't let up until he's absolutely sure he's lapped up every single drop, not letting any of it go to waste.

“Okay, baby. I gotta get off. Gotta breathe. So do you.” You pant out, as you get off from your seat on his face.

He shakes his head, tugging you closer. 

“Please, wanna keep touching you.” He pleads, eyes teary, your release practically dripping off his chin. His hand digs into your arm with a lustful urgency.  “Please. We can go again. I know we can.” 

You yield to his request, because honestly, who could deny him right now? His hair messy, lips shiny and his voice, fractured and full of ache, barely held together. 

You nod, lying down, on the bed, motioning for him to roll on top of you. 

He rolls over and kisses you, and it’s absolutely sinful. You can taste yourself on him, moaning as your lips easily part and make way for him, the wet warmth of his tongue sliding against yours. There’s nothing held back between the two of you as your lips connect and reconnect, as his hand slowly slides down the expanse of your skin, finding your clit and beginning to rub slow circles against it. 

“Oh god, Spencer.” You moan bonelessly, feeling the effects of your previous two orgasms and the one you were hurtling towards currently taking over you. 

“Yeah?” He mumbles. “That feel good?” 

“God, yes.” You moan. “You always know how to touch me, always know how to make me feel good- oh-” 

He groans in delight as he dives in for another kiss, his fingers sliding across the slick bud even faster now, determined to make you fall off the edge for him one last time. He humps your thigh, practically desperate for some relief for his aching cock as well.

“Say my name.” He murmurs against your lips. 

“Spencer.” You wail out, in response. 

“Louder.” 

“Oh god, Spencer, please!” You groan, your body beginning to tense up with the tell-tale signs of an orgasm, your body taut like a bowstring. 

“That’s right, come for me.” He whispers, placing a sweet kiss against your collarbone, his hips continuing their rut in an attempt to chase his release as well.

And with a shout, you come, your body seizing up and succumbing to his touch, your hands wrapping around his neck in an attempt to ground yourself as you experienced the intense pleasure that could only result from being with him.

He seems to follow shortly after to the sound of your moans, a wet patch appearing on the front of his briefs.

You whimper as you come down for your orgasm, Spencer stroking your skin soothingly, peppering little kisses wherever he could reach. 

“You doing okay?” He pants out.

“Better than okay.” You murmur, folding into his embrace, feeling as if you were floating on clouds, or some other poetic description of just how light you felt in this moment. 

“I pushed you pretty hard, huh?” He mumbles, his voice tinged with a slight bit of concern. 

“Don’t worry. I deserve it for teasing you so hard." You mumble.

"Thanks for helping me study, by the way." You tack on, already feeling yourself drift off into a quiet, peaceful slumber in his arms. 

He chuckles a bit, and places a kiss against your forehead. “Glad I could make the lesson... hands-on.”

woah!!! hello!! so unfortunately, much like reader, i have also been swamped by finals :( but, this idea came to me and i decided to write it and try to make my way back to writing even a little bit more regularly. as usual, please like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed this fic. reblogs are basically the lifeline of tumblr, and if you'd like my work to reach more people, i would 10000% appreciate it so much. thank you so much for reading regardless, and i hope it was enjoyable. thank you thank thank you for all your support!!!! <333

[makishimu]

Just some observations I made about Megane's latest Rota Fortunae crumbs after going back to it over and over again (if you haven't read it yet, go check it out first). Maybe you'll already have noticed most of it, but hopefully not everything. Either way, I really just feel like rambling.

First of all, this is clearly set before their trip to Sunday's shelter. In fact, it's most likely the earliest part of the timeline we've had so far. It's noticeable through the fact Aven just got the glasses and doesn't appear to have the earring he has on his ref sheet and during the animation.

About the earring, if you look at this panel:

You'll notice that Human!Aven (let's call him that for now) has a peacock feathers earrings. It's not exactly the same Android!Aven has, but it's a similar style. Now, there's two conclusions you can make of that: either Android!Aven bought it himself because it fits his style and he most likely subconsciously remembers his past to an extent, or Ratio gave it to him because it reminded him of the one Human!Aven used to wear.

Now, onto this Human!Aven if you will, because how do I know he's human? It's somewhat easy to guess, but there are still some signs: first, his eyes. As an android, Aven's eyes become magenta and cyan when behind glasses, but here it's a reflection. It would seem his human appearance naturally had the Avgin eyes (if Avgins even exist in the Rota Fortunae lore). But there is a second sign that this Aven is human: his wrist.

If you look at this panel, you'll notice Aven's wrist has a joint (weirdly enough, there doesn't seem to be any joints on his elbow, but it's hard to see so maybe Megane just didn't feel like drawing it?) that isn't here on Human!Aven. Now, how did he go from being a human to being an android? We can only speculate on that, but the general guess seems to be that Aven died and Ratio transferred his consciousness in an android body. I love that theory, but only time (and Megane) can tell how right it is.

But I'm not done with my observations! Let's talk about Ratio! Though, I'll keep aside all the speculations about why he refuses to repair Aven himself. It's most likely out of guilt, but we can't know more than that for sure.

Just a silly little thing I noticed about him is that his hair curls when wet. It's such a small detail, but it's really adorable.

But what I mostly wanted to talk about is his tattoo (or whatever it is) because there's something really interesting about it. Let's take these two panels:

If you look closely at how far the tattoo reaches up his neck in the second image, you'll most likely notice that it doesn't appear to be there on the first image. Of course, maybe he just had it tattooed later, and it's a plausible explanation. But there's just something odd about the way Ratio uncovers that specific shoulder in that scene:

Maybe I'm just over interpreting. It's entirely possible. But the way he uncovers his tattooed shoulder like that kind of makes me think that it might be uncomfortable to keep covered. Kind of like when you have a healing scar and you don't like the sensation of the fabric rubbing against sensitive skin. In that case, maybe it's more than just a tattoo? Maybe it holds more meanings in relation to the Android rebellion? After all, there are some laurel symbols on the walls of wherever they are in that scene:

It's most likely linked to a faction such as the Intelligentsia Guild or the Genius Society (I'd lean more towards the former) as Megane suggested in the comments of that thread, but it's still interesting to note that tattoo wasn't there before the rebellion.

Now, a final observation about Aven and his eyes and it's that the brightness of his pupils seems to change depending on the situation:

Funnily enough, it appears to always brighten whenever he looks at Ratio (smitten much) at the exception of that one panel where he plays with Numby. This leads me to believe it might be some sort of emotional response (bright red eyes mean positive emotion and dark red eyes mean negative emotions. If I recall, the androids in the Rota Fortunae animation had dark red pupils) and it's just kind of cute to see how differently he looks at his Doctor.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for now (if only I could come up with that many words when I write my essays). I was supposed to be writing my fanfic's next chapter but I guess that won't be for tonight lmao. Of course, credit for all the images used in that small analysis goes to Megane. Go check out their work if you haven't already, it's definitely worth it.

Thanks for reading!

[grimfolks]

Deep in the Alpine Mountains lies a small secluded town of Crystal Cove, stuck in a slumber and mist, where nothing seems to happen ever. Forgotten, fated to oblivion and ruin… or it seemed to be till a certain group of young individuals decided to make it their home. Will they succeed or despite their best efforts the town will cease to exist?  

This is the very first time I will be playing with the entire hood (that I also made myself) and first time playing sims 2 in few years so please bare with me while I figure things out. I'm beyond excited to introduce sims 2 to my blog and I hope you all will enjoy it.

The gameplay is inspired by build a city challenge but I won't be following any specific rules so I don't limit myself on what I can do. It's mostly because I'm not yet familiar with the game. As for now though, I plan on using money cheats only for decorating purposes, not to make my sims' lives easier in any way. I'm also looking into providing a randomized challenge or an event for each household every round to hopefully make things interesting.

Each round takes about one sim week in this neighborhood and we will be starting on the last day of summer. Currently there are 6 households which include a total of 8 residents. Any new households that move in will be added at the end of a round so I can keep the original rotation.

the hood directory page will be made, I just need some time :)

[dangermousie]

(maybe impossible but hopefully fun?) Question for you if you're ever up for it!

What are your top 5 cdramas of all time? Bonus points for why.

I almost said top 3 but that felt too cruel lol

It's fun!

Here is my list, no order except Minglan is always n1.

The Story of Minglan (2018-2019)

My n1. cdrama is the amazing, too short at 73 eps, The Story of Minglan, a sort of Elizabeth Gaskell meets period China.

It follows three interconnected upper-class families, but more specifically, it is about Sheng Minglan, a concubine-born daughter of a minister and Gu Tingye, the oldest, legitimate, and hated by his family son of a Marquess. Their narratives run largely parallel for the first half of the story and such is the genius of this drama that I, the ultimate romance junkie, did not mind that.

Minglan is a rarity in dramaworld - she is fiercely smart, very collected and emotionally detached. Life in the troubled Sheng household taught her to survive and to hide her feelings and talents. Tingye is a big cdrama love. Abused and reviled by his household where he can do no right (the Marquess hated having to marry his merchant mother for money and has displaced that hate on her son), Tingye manages to keep his warm heart but acquires the ability to go his own way. Both of the protagonists are wonderful and smart and magnetic and rootable for separately, but when they get together, the sparks go off the charts and they become my n1 cdrama OTP of all time. A lot of the story is about family battles, women’s world dilemmas and relationship (of all sorts) interactions. There is also politics and battles, but the true charm of this drama are the mundane details of the world and the fully-fleshed out people who inhabit it. If you watch only one cdrama in your life, make it this one.   

Novoland Eagle Flag (2019)

There might be one or two cdramas I love more, but none that resonates more for me on a personal level. A grim epic with a sprawling cast and amazing sets (money was SPENT on this one), its strength is its theme of the meaning being not in victory but in the fight, of staying true to what you believe despite (or because) the horrors of the world. It's EVERYTHING.

The cast is huge, but it centers around three protagonists - Asule Pasuer, a nomadic crown prince sent as hostage to the civilized yet even more bloody world of the plains, Yu Ran - a full of life princess in exile of the winged people, and Ji Ye - an amazing fighter brought in the gutter. The three become closest friends and we follow them separately and together. There are multiple OTPs, epic battles, clever plots, but at its heart it's a character study. Asule is a pacifist berserker (it makes sense), Yu Ran insists on joy as her shield, and Ji Ye yearns for recognition and status, and the way the world fulfills or warps them is fascinating.

The Rebel Princess/Monarch Industry (2021)

Gorgeously filmed, impeccably acted, and solidly written (where censorship didn’t come for them), this is such an emotional and visual feast and Awu and Xiao Qi are the best OTP I’ve ever seen in dramas (at least for my specific preferences) and feel real.

If you want to see lavish sets populated by smart, fierce, ADULT characters, this one is for you. If you have a competency kink, this one is for you. If you like cinematic-looking epics, this one is for you. If you like a smart, fierce heroine who is also a believably a period aristocratic woman, this one is for you. If you like dysfunctional families and interesting supporting characters, this one is for you. If you like a hero who redefines calm, deadly, and smart yet feels like a real breathing human being, this one is for you. If you like arranged marriage turns to love, this one is for you. If you like amazing OTP which, once they decide to be all in, never waiver from each other, this one is for you. If you are into couples showing affection in a warm way rarely seen in a period cdrama, this one is for you. If you like hot, adult men and hot, adult women, this one is for you.

Fangs of Fortune (2024)

I have rarely seen a drama that speaks to me so personally, but it is also narratively perfect, emotionally devastating, with impeccable acting, complex characters and visuals that are beyond stunning. This is an emotional and visual feast, with such incredible characters, interesting explorations of fantasy and mortality and morality and what makes life worth living. It is also the most eye popping drama I've ever watched as well as throwing me back into what it's like to be immersed into an amazing fantasy book as a kid and the characters and the relationships and the themes sing to me. A miracle.

Joy of Life (2019, 2024)

This is a masterpiece. The first season was perfect and somehow the second is even more perfect. It’s smart, it’s funny, it’s heartbreaking, the cast is still impeccable and Zhang Ruoyun gives a completely jawdropping performance as the focus of all the madness Fan Xian. It really is the rare drama that lives up to the hype.

The Myth (2010)

For the longest time, this was my favorite cdrama, to be replaced only by Minglan. It starts out funny and ends up tearing out your heart. This is the only time in my drama watching experience I cried so hard I threw up. The story is about two accidental time-travelers - a photographer and a cook - who end up in Qin Dynasty China. And from then on it’s about how that cruel, horrifying world takes two perfectly normal men and by wracking their very souls turns one into a hero and the other into a monster. To me, this is Hu Ge’s best performance and as you see his protagonist desperately try to hold on to his humanity and his love in a world that is doing its best to destroy it, I dare you not to cry like a baby. His character is my ultimate cdrama crush.

The Rise of Phoenixes (2018)

Like dramas to destroy you? Come right in. A story about a disfavored prince and a lost daughter of a previous dynasty, this is smart, gorgeous, incredibly acted and is going to wreck you. The schemes and the intensity and the yearning and the....

Yeah, I realize it's seven, whatever. :P

[on-a-lucky-tide]

im so so sorry if you don’t wanna think about this because you have every right not to, just don’t answer or whatever

but have you got any words of encouragement for trans people of all ages in the uk?

We beat Section 28 and we will beat this. It's very likely that the UKSC will be in direct conflict with Article 8 and the ECHR will spank it when it's eventually escalated by the Good Law Project. Hopefully Stonewall will get off its arse as well, useless fucking cunt the new guy is.

1. If you're in school, get your head down. Stop wasting your time playing label discourse on Tumblr and study your arse off. Education is the great equaliser, the liberator. The more educated you are, the more options you have; at home, and definitely abroad. If you can get a second language, do it.

2. Get fit. Do something within your physical capacity to improve your fitness. Walking and lifting is the best combo. If you can, take up self defence. It will make you feel more empowered. If you know you can throat punch a cunt, you will feel less frightened.

3. Do not comply in advance. At the moment, there is no law that blanket bans you from spaces that match your gender identity. None. Zero. Zilch. It's hyperbole from terfs. Continue to use those spaces. Be calm, be private. Bottom line: average normies do not give a shit about you (positive), and terfs are more interested in appearing victims. Smirk at them and walk away. If they lay a hand on you, see point 2.*

4. If the police give you an instruction, you ask: "under what power?" They must tell you the legal basis. Try to remember or record the section and act they mention. If they are unable to give you the law, then do not comply. You do not have to legally carry any ID in the UK, by the way, so don't volunteer it. (They were IDing people for toilets in Edinburgh. Do not comply with this.)

5. Walking into the "wrong space" is trespass. You won't be arrested, you will be asked to leave.

6. Give yourself space to feel sad and angry, but you keep your fucking head up. They want you to give up. They want you back in the closet. Letting them take your happiness is letting them win. But there is nothing more gratifying than one of those rancid pieces of shit throwing every slur and threat at you, and then just going "nah, get to fuck". They're currently shrieking on social media demanding "apologies" from everyone and their mum because they know they're hated. They know no "victory" will make them decent people again.

We do not comply with fascism. Ever.

* In the UK, the law permits individuals to use reasonable force in self-defense, or in the defense of others, to prevent crime, or to protect property. The key is that the force used must be proportionate to the threat and the defendant genuinely believed it was necessary. The Criminal Justice and Immigration Act 2008 clarifies this, emphasizing that the reasonableness of force is determined by the circumstances as the defendant genuinely believed them to be. "Based on the current wave of anti-trans extremism in the UK, it was my genuine and honest belief that I was in danger and I acted to defend myself from harm."

[alynnia]

Astra’s Champion 2

LaDs men if they were boss fights |Part 2 Xavier and Caleb|

《This is written from the perspective of playing an action game boss fight in the realm of Bayonetta, Devil May Cry, No More Heroes, etc with “cutscenes” at the start and during transitions of the fight. I’ve left most of the abilities and weapons the reader has open so it can be up to you on how you’d want your character to fight specifically. This will be incorporating their myths, creative liberties taken for the sake of cool and things get really over the top in their 3rd phases because I’m a sucker for the cinematics. Good luck. 》

Cw: Descriptions of reader getting their ass kicked and small death cutscenes of the love interests. NonMC Reader, annoying combat mechanics, possible choking

Premise of the game: You play as a being created by Astra tasked with taking out the MC for reasons unknown, but you're going to have to get through her love interests first. They know you are after her and will do everything within their power to stop you. Everything. But something about you unnerves them. You resemble her. Be it physically or an aura you have, the men can sense her within you somehow. Perhaps Astra did this to get them to let their guard down or there is more to your connection with her that you're unaware of. Upon winning each match Astra will bestow a blessing on you and the love interests will drop loot. 

Using your own Evol, special set of skills, and an outfit embedded with protocores you've collected on your journey, you might stand a chance against them. You may fight them in any order but Zayne will always be last. 

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Xavier Boss Fight

Phase 1: Blue Moon

Xavier steps onto the stage under the guise of Lumiere. The moon sits high in the sky in a waxing crescent state and the elusive masked knight vigilante stands before you with his blade outstretched, marking you as his target. At the very start of the fight comes a quick draw-like event where you need to be fast enough to hit him before he hits you. This man is all about speed and he does NOT hesitate in gaining the first strike. Most will fail this opening attack the first couple of times. After this, Lumiere takes you on with flurries of cuts, swipes, and jabs with his blade. Keeping up with him is going to be tough and you’re bound to get hit many times over. He’ll be the most difficult fight to 100% No Damage because of this but the damage he deals is less than the other LIs. This doesn’t mean he’s weak, not at all, because when he’s hitting you so many times, 100 strikes of 5 dmg is still 500 dmg. Still, you have small openings to dash out the way before he juggles you. You can also try blocking or eating it if you’ve equipped your outfit with high defense protocores. 

By the way, have you checked out the moon recently? During your fight it has been…changing. Lumiere has been striking less and keeps backing away, doing more guarding than attacking. And glowing faintly. You look up at the moon and notice it’s full, what does this mean? It means, you need to start using all your ultimates you’ve hopefully been saving and damage him as much as possible while you can. You’ll get more hits in while he’s on the defense. Soon enough, the full moon shifts into a waning gibbous and his attack pattern resumes to what it was before.

Until the sky darkens, the light of the moon is nearly gone leaving only a sliver of light in the form of a ring. But there’s another source of light. One brighter than the moon now leaping backward then lunging forward, blinking in and out of existence with an increased damage dealing omni-slash. Each hit on your person is double the damage matching that of the other men but remember the 5 x 100? It’s 10 x 100 now. This is where your high defense protocores will be needed most because he can easily melt your HP to critical in this move. Once the New Moon’s phase fades out to the next, if you’re not dead the cycle repeats until you defeat him in this phase. Dying in this phase treats you with the New Moon appearing at your feet and the Full Moon above, blasting you with a flashbang ray of light you can’t escape from and Lumiere striking through your core as the finishing blow. 

Phase 2: Beneath the Trees

You made it. The screen turns white and you think you hear a page turn again. You are temporarily stunned and disoriented as the battlegrounds shift into a different setting after the pages fly across your vision. Xavier’s eyes flint around for a second and quickly realizes where you both are, finding it to work to his advantage. You’re not an easy opponent so what better way to make use of that semi-demi-mini-god like power of yours than to feed you to the Starfall Forest? Better you than her, right? There he stands in his princely form, the trees rustling in the winds around you. The fight starts again the same as the first phase but without the moon affecting his damage. Instead, the prince of Philos is driving you deeper and deeper into the forest. The closer you get the more you can feel yourself being drained, HP lowering tick by tick on top of Xavier attacking you. 

If you have knock-back moves, now would be the best time to use them so you can run away from the life sucking center of the forest. If you don’t, another option is to use quick-time triggers to jump into the trees and then over Xavier over and over again. Anything to keep away from the center because once you’re there, you’re done and the planet of Philos claims another soul for its existence. If you do make it back and out of the forest, the second phase ends. 

Xavier is beyond pissed. 

Phase 3: Star light, Star bright

Xavier's collar blinks and shatters. The light within him becomes too much, enveloping his body completely. No longer is he made of flesh but pure plasma and light in human shape. The environment around you isn't enough to hold him so the page turns and the vast expanse of the universe stretches out. Billions of flickering specks of light litter the sky, the cloudy colors of what looks like the Milky Way can be seen to your right but your attention is drawn to the man-shaped star floating before you with several blades of light crowning his form like a halo.

You feel a shiver down your spine, bearing witness to an impossible cosmic entity. After fighting him as a representation of the moon, now you take him on as a star. His light blade in hand is now hard to tell where the weapon ends and he begins, blending into one another but that is the least of your concern. Those specs of light in the distance come flying toward you like comets that you need to quickly avoid being hit by either dodging or blocking. Since you’re in what you think is space, you no longer have a ground to limit you which takes some getting used to but manageable. Once the light shower ends, you blink and Xavier is behind you. You'll need to turn around quick enough to meet his blade or strike him. 

Every now and then the halo of star blades encircles him like Saturn’s ring, making it difficult to touch him as they spin around, cutting you if you get too close. You’ll need to maneuver yourself to strike from above or below to get a hit in or attack the blades themselves to destroy them and create an opening. There are 12 in total and if you were to pause and note the details, one could see that each of them are made up of different constellations. But who has time for silly things like that when you’re trying not to die? 

At the end of the grueling fight, Xavier’s light dims. He’s expelled far too much energy and you’ll notice his attacks are slowing down to your advantage. Still he keeps fighting, flickering, fading, until he’s got nothing left. In one last swing the light in him dims and he collapses toward you. You don;t know why, but you try to catch him only for him to dissolve into sparkles of light once you touch him and you notice a single blue light rising up and out of sight. You won. 

✨Astra’s Blessing✨

Starlight Flash. Gain the ability to temporarily stun your opponent with a bright light.

🎁Items Gained🎁

Guiding Light: A fragment of a star left in your hand. Provides +Speed

Star charm

❤Affection Bonus?❤

Fighting against him with a sword of some kind gains new battle dialogue where he comments on your technique being like Hers and suspects you may be a copy. Flag triggered.

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Caleb Boss Fight

Phase 1: Topsy Turvey

You land on one of the many floating isles in Skyhaven, a work in progress devoid of civilians. It’s peaceful, and quiet, you even take some time to get a look around at the new would-be neighborhood still in development. As you walk along the paved road a voice calls out from behind asking if you liked it. Turning around there he was at the other end of the road, adjusting the sleeve of his DAA jacket on his way to you. When the two of you lock eyes he winces for a moment then forces a smile. He tells you that this area was going to be a surprise for her, not like it would matter to you but for some reason Caleb felt the need to tell you this. To tell you that you could stop this senseless hunt that you’re on, you don’t need to fight. You could even…stay here? You hadn’t considered it, you were given one task by your creator. One purpose in your life and without it, what other reason would there be to exist? Your gaze softens…and Caleb’s brows flinch.  

You brace yourself, ready to make the first move on him but instead of him attacking, Caleb twirls his finger and your world spins on its head. “ Guess you really are a soulless imitation. “ In the blink of an eye, the two of you are upside down, feet planted on the…ceiling? No, another floating island above mirrored just like the one you were just on. Before you can get a grasp on your situation, a beam of light shoots right by your head. Caleb chuckles at your reaction, holding that massive gun in his hand and continues to shoot at you. When you try to attack yourself, you’ll find that unfortunately your sense of direction is reversed. Being upside down, your right is left and your left is right. Some would say this would be a fight that causes many to quit due to the confusion (what were the devs thinking?!) trying to dodge his shots when the directional controls are opposite is a trial on its own. But you press on, using the environment of the mirrored upsidedown neighborhood around you as a shield for shots you can’t seem to get out of the way of. Caleb taunts you as he keeps his distance until he jumps over-, under(?) you and grabs your waist from behind, leaping up (down?) to pile drive you right into the street below. Once this move finishes, your controls and sense of gravity are back to normal and the two of you are in a shootout with one another. 

A Strength focused protocore build is going to help the most against his gravity moves as it’ll help you resist them. If the flipping wasn’t annoying enough, when you see an empty hand reach out toward you he’s about to increase your weight, causing your moves to be slower. To avoid this, get behind something quick so that you’re out of his line of sight. If you are caught, your speed reduces by half making it extremely difficult to avoid getting hit. If you have high enough strength protocores this move will be a minor issue. If you didn’t stack your outfit accordingly, you’ll have to struggle out of it until he runs up and shoots you point blank. Once this shot goes off, you’ll take heavy damage but at least you’ll be free to move again. If you lose to him in this phase, his finishing blow will be rolling up his sleeve revealing his metal arm and catching you in a choke hold, squeezing tighter until your body goes limp.

Phase 2: Oh Captain, My Captain

His eye twitches and brings his hand up to his head. His vision of you flickers between yourself and Her causing Caleb to stumble back. Just as you have a clean shot of him, the loud whirring of thunder above distracts you. A carrier lowers itself enough for Caleb to reach as he snaps out of it, hopping up and inside. As it rises up again you race toward it to hop on board yourself, hanging by the edge. The carrier soars up and away but the force of wind knocks you off before you could get inside, falling down to not the same island you were on before, but ragdolling onto another. Gathering yourself up, you see that you’ve landed in a shipyard of jets, planes and other mechanized automotives parked around you. Looking up, you see the carrier above you and Colonel Caleb in the open frame, squatting with an even LARGER sniper rifle aimed right at you, aviators glinting in the light. Say cheese. 

The ground is lit up with bullets you’ll need to quickly run away from, similar to Sylus’ meteor phase only faster paced and smaller aoe ranges. When he stops to reload, nearby is a mobile suit you can climb into equipped with rocket launchers. Caleb will start shooting again as the carrier circles around you like a hawk but now you’ve got your own heat on your side. Prepare yourself for a round of Duckhunt as you try to shoot a moving target in a clunky hunk of metal while being shot at yourself. Hit the carrier three times to send it crashing down with Caleb leaping out of it, switching back to his handgun on the ground. He doesn’t stay on the ground for long this time around as he’s flipping up in the air in flashy acrobatic stunts while he attacks, occasionally calling in another carrier to pick him up again.  

Phase 3: Karma Sacrifice

You finally shoot down the last carrier and get Caleb’s HP down enough to the point he’s winded, kneeling on the ground. He’s holding onto his head again as his vision distorts and blurs, grunting something about the black hole in his head. Just when it seems like he’s about to lose it and you can finish this Astraforsaken fight, you hear the turning of pages. Shit.

The vision of pages flip and the world changes again. You’re falling, tumbling through space and above you X-02 is coming down with you. Unlike you, he’s not flailing but controlled in his fall with metal wings spread open helping him glide down. Shrapnel rains down alongside the both of you and you manage to snatch a ranged weapon if you already didn’t have one. X-02 has already whipped out the big guns showering you with bullet-like beams of light. Avoid getting hit by these and the larger debris coming your way. You notice there’s a blinking orange light on his neck and your senses tell you that’s what you need to go after. As the two of you shoot at one another and you try to make it through this Imperishable Night keep on the lookout for falling rocket parts you can grab onto and launch yourself toward him. You’ll collide into one another but you’ll be able to reach that orange glow. Pressing it, you’ll enter a hacking mini game where you’ll need to press a set of 3 buttons in a certain order. The order sequence is different each fight but once you figure it out, it will remain that same sequence during the current fight. Each time you fail this X-02 uses his evol to shove you back returning you to the bullet hell part of the combat. When you succeed, the exoskeleton suit will short circuit, temporarily freezing him and giving you a chance to use your ultimate before you float backward again. 

Complete the hacking three times to finish him. Well, you’ll try to but the last hack you succeed in X-02 is going to grab hold of you in one final attempt to take you out. A count down starts from 10. You struggle to break free, a task that’s easier with higher strength but if you wait just a little longer to break out of it, he whispers to you. It’s barely audible and all you can catch is her name on his lips. If you don’t breakfree, X-02 takes you out with him by self-destructing but if you do? Boom. There he goes in another beautiful explosion, a purple light flies up and off somewhere. You did it.

✨Astra’s Blessing✨

Weightless. Gravity no longer has an effect on you if you don’t want it to. 

🎁Items Gained🎁

Silverglow seed. Planting it and eating the fruit gives +Defense

Dogtag charm

❤Affection Bonus?❤

Using a ranged weapon like a bow or gun will trigger this flag. He’ll accidentally call you Pipsqueak and by Her name, stumbling over his words as he does so to correct himself. His extra commentary will be centered around trying not to confuse you for her. 

Up Next: Zayne | ????

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Zayne is complete but ???? is in skeleton mode. Here's hoping I didn't fuck up and left unfinished sentences in this. If you see anything like a sentence cutting off, let me know lol.

[constant-lee]

Hi can i know more about your ninjago ballet au im so interested in it

Thank you, anon! I'm so flattered!! 🌸🌹

The ideas aren't finalized yet. It's still a very scattered, messy AU. Regardless, I'd love to hear any ideas that people would like to add to my AU! Anyway, I'm just dreaming this up for fun.

Nya and Kai get a scholarship to a well-known ballet school (don't know if I should have Wu run it >.<). They're orphaned dancers from Ignacia. Naturally, they took the scholarship, which covers both tuition and boarding.

Kai meets Cole, Jay, and Zane in said ballet school and become friends. They are all full-time boarding students at the school.

They have academic classes in the morning and dance classes the afternoon.

Their teacher selects them four to act as understudies the princes courting the princess in the Rose Adage of the Sleeping Beauty ballet (they don't have a lot of guys to choose from :(().

"We're dancing with a girl? (Finally!) Is she hot?" "Jay!"

They meet Nya, the third understudy for the role of Sleeping Beauty, not bad for someone who's just moved to a new ballet school!

Jay falls in love with Nya during their time in the rehearsal.

Nya's primary role in the Sleeping Beauty ballet is really Princess Florine! Florine has a pas de deux (a duet) with the character called Blue Bird, who is secretly King Charming in the story. Yes, they're both wearing blue.

Unfortunately for Jay, he's only the first understudy for the role of Blue Bird.

But the guy who plays Blue Bird get injured! So now, Jay can partner with Nya for the show! (Sorry, original Blue Bird!)

Unfortunately, Nya's scholarship doesn't cover the cost of her pointe shoes. Being a pre-professional student, she can end up softening her pointe shoes so quickly to the point they're unusable for her. :(

Kai works a part-time job outside of dancing in order to make some money to buy her new pairs. Nya tells him not to. She can make her shoes last if she really tries, but it is crazy uncomfortable for her. Kai insists that it's fine.

Cole hates ballet! His father is a performing artist (and also crazy rich), and also wills for his son to pursue the same path. Awarding scholarships and prizes is more forgiving towards men because the ballet world has a lot more female dancers than male dancers. Cole is not terrible by any means, and all the judges who watch him in competitions can tell he is not passionate about the art. Yet, they continue to award him trophies and training to hopefully inspire him to dance. But as long as he can't eat cake freely, then will Cole really want to do ballet?

Cole, wanting to try something new, then sneaks outside past curfew in order to take breakdancing classes. He ends up liking it a lot. Ballet requires him to be dancing upright all the time—the fact that breakdancing keeps him low and close to the ground is a breath of fresh air.

He disguises himself and, eventually, takes on the alias "Rocky Dangerbuff" for informal breakdancing competitions. They don't validate his identity with a passport or any other certificate, so he just keeps his identity a secret.

A few months in, Cole confesses to Jay about his double-life. Jay is surprised, but he understands. He's met Cole's father before, and hopes that Cole is happy with whatever he's doing. Jay knows, in his heart, ballet and cake do not mix. :(

Eventually, Kai and Zane find out, and all of them attend one of Cole's breakdancing competitions, which, unfortunately, takes place past curfew.

Cole gets the other three to try hip-hop, and suprisingly, they like it! They're not sure whether or not they enjoy it more than they enjoy ballet, but it is definitely fun to let loose in a while.

Once Kai learned about the cash prizes in these underground dance competitions, he wanted to start making money ASAP. If he gets really good at it, he can make more than what his part-time job is earning him!

Kai, Zane, Cole, and Jay eventually start competing in group battles. They call themselves the Ninja!

Nya is not stupid! She knows her friends are sneaking out.

Enter, Samurai X!

These are all my ideas for now! Sorry if they're a bit messy! I'm happy to answer any questions or hear out any suggestions!! I don't know when or how Lloyd comes into the picture bwahahaha <3

[devilclan-clangen]

You guys have spoken!

100% of the people who voted chose to start a new clan and the only 2 options for theme that were chosen was the my own challenge, The Kin Challenge, and for an apocalypse. So, what I'm going to do is an apocalypse The Kin Challenge. With both of those combined it's interesting, no one has ever done it before because, well, it's my own made up challenge, and it helps keep the clan small and manageable. I still love Devilclan and plan to do updates or at least tell you guys what's going on in Devilclan but the new blog will be my new main clangen blog.

[egophiliac]

A-anime?

you know, sometimes I forget that Twst is actually an isekai that starts with the protagonist getting run over by an inexplicable horse-drawn carriage. and every time I'm reminded is a delight because that's AMAZING.

also. look. okay. there's a lot of very fun stuff in the trailer but I am obsessed with that Crowley surprised pikachu face. me when I spend all my keys and gems literally hours before they announce overblot SSRs and drop the anime trailer:

[mothmothwoth]

I had day off so guess who is finally able to draw again! Have a very quick study sketch thingy of Fit and Pac bc I want to learn how to translate actual faces into stylized forms and first I need to understand the anatomy of a face :>

(obligatory sorry it’s clunky and gunky first time drawing in like 2 weeks)

[javierduffy]

stuff

[jenna-louise-jamie]

well, now we know where alex got it from.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Have YOU been following my inconsistent and largely incoherent ramblings about my Curse of Strahd game? Ever wondered who exactly I'm talking about when I refer to "the fighter" or "the rogue" in our party? No? TOO BAD. This is my blog and I do what I want, up to and including writing up a little who's who on the party in question.

Under a cut, of course, because I'm not a monster.

The Barovia Tour Group

Elowyn "Wyn" Bannon

Played by yours truly. From a noble family out of Neverwinter, whose recently acquired nobility stems not from blood, but from the fact that they helped open a bunch of mines on a minor lord's land and made him a ton of money. Wyn abdicated this responsibility thanks to some unpleasantness with her brother (of the "died and came back wrong thanks to her" variety) and ended up in Barovia as a nice little nightcap to her terrible awful no-good very bad luck. A tiefling cleric of the grave domain, she is currently functioning as the team's plan-maker and guiding hand, which she absolutely should not be. Well-spoken, practical, and extremely grim even in comparison to Barovian sensibilities, except when her very ridiculous sense of humor is tickled by the party wizard. Which is often. Has a soft spot for him, and for the party fighter.

Francis "Frank" Nigel Fourter

If you catch the very stupid joke of his name, you win a prize. A farmhand gone wannabe swordsman, Frankie began his losing streak to the hands of fate when he joined up with what he thought was an adventuring party and what ended up being a roving group of bandits. This revelation came to him as they were actively robbing Wyn, and while he helped her escape and swore an oath to protect her for the rest of the trip to Waterdeep, they were left with nothing but a waterskin and a handful of gold between them. They joined up with the fateful caravan that dragged the entire party into Barovia shortly after, and I'm sorry to say that poor Frankie's luck hasn't improved much since. Earnest, good-hearted, and loyal maybe to a fault, Frankie's obsession with stories of wandering do-gooders and with his battered copy of "Van Richten's Picture Guide to Monster Hunting" has figured largely into his protective nature. The party fighter, with lofty aspirations of paladinship. Might be the only one with a positive integer as their strength modifier. Himbo extraordinaire, as described by his player. Got traumatized in the Vallakovich house and all he got was this lousy t-shirt.

Orxim Brynhildr

Another Neverwinter native, Orxim is an artisan goldsmith whose proficiency with tinkering has earned him a space as the party artificer. He fumbled his way into Barovia with the rest of us because he was traveling to Waterdeep with his old guildmaster's mark, having recently inherited it upon said guildmaster's death. Which doesn't sound QUITE like how a master's title should work, but no one in the party knows enough about artisans guilds to question it. (Except maybe Wyn, but she has somehow managed to never be in the room when this comes up.) Courtly, studious, and maybe a little too keen on that book we got from Strahd's library. Very afraid of spiders. Acts like he learned noble etiquette out of a book, or from a bad TV show. Helped his master make the distinctive golden leg of a certain NPC before said master's untimely end. The second of our three human party members.

Tobias the Magnificent/Wizard of the Stars/Whatever other silly bullshit he's come up with recently

A wandering conman and self-made divination wizard, Tobias spent most of his time pre-Barovia swindling people out of their cash by plying them with his "fortune-telling" prowess. Flippant, self-confident, and particularly keen on uncovering hidden knowledge, Tobias has all of the makings of a bastard except that he can't seem to stop being so goddamn nice all the time. His penchant for absurd, straight-faced humor in the face of despair makes him one of the few fonts of levity in Barovia, and a central star around which the party often operates. Clever and incredibly book-smart, but with absolutely no charisma score to speak of. Obsessed with all things magic. Uses spellcasting to show off almost constantly, in a way that would be annoying if he wasn't so ridiculously theater kid about it. Got so freaked out by an encounter with an entity that wanted to make a deal with him for knowledge that he's been asking Wyn about finding god for a cleric multiclass. Gives startlingly good hugs.

Conner Silverblade

The party rogue. Hasn't deigned to share much about himself save that he lived for no small amount of time in a sewer. Keen on nothing so much as stealing anything he can get his hands on, even against advisement. Maybe especially against advisement. Had a run-in recently with some delicate cargo that made all of our lives difficult. The only other non-human in the party besides Wyn. He's HERE, I guess???

[airenyah]

Hey so do you know where I could find this acting manifesto of yours?

I usually try and avoid publicly expressing my opinion on things like this but I recently saw some people commenting negatively on his acting again and I’m starting to doubt my own judgement.

I’ve truly never had a huge problem with his acting but I keep seeing people using really harsh words to describe his prior and current work. I genuinely think he’s doing a good job in THK but these comments sometimes make me think I’m missing something.

That conflicts with the fact I know at least three people he worked with on THK specifically had positive things to say about his acting too and I trust people who do this for a living to know what they’re talking about for the most part.

I guess I’m just looking for your post to have a more detailed perspective of the opposite viewpoint to “he’s a terrible actor” to help affirm some of my thinking so I’m more confident in my positive opinion of his acting.

Overall though I’m enjoying everyone in this show but for me I’m specifically enjoying the four mains the most. Kudos to them honestly.

(Disclaimer: Obviously everyone is entitled to their opinion but the harshness of some of the opinions took me off guard a little.)

fuck these people. they don't know shit.

(mind you. this manifesto was written based on his performance in just star in my mind and hidden agenda. his 2024 shows weren't even out at that point. in fact, thk hadn't even been publicly announced yet. you can see from the start there is talent in this boy if you actually know what to look out for)

bonus: i rant some more in the last reblog

[disposal-blueeee]

guess what ! doodles . again

edgar , nny and devi belong to johnen vasquez (even if i only drew nny and devi at the bottom)

scriabin by zarla-s

[mourntheantagonist]

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