#i kind of think both of them will be upset at me

[plaidcowboy]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡𖦹✧ rafe losing you at his mansion party

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content: you were okay with just sticking by his side but man do you wander

author stamp: party at the mansion we ‘bout to flood the spot!

“yeah? you sure you want to?” rafe was fine with you trailing behind him the entire party like a lost puppy, and you were most comfortable doing so, but now you kind of wanted to branch off and actually explore the party. there were some groups of girls chatting that you thought looked nice. maybe you could lounge around the pool. you weren’t thing biggest fan of parties and when rafe told you he was hosting one, you pushed down the weariness creeping in and told him you were excited about it.

rafe saw through it of course. so he tugged you around while chatting with guests and fixing himself a drink.

“i.. i can go and talk to those girls over there” you weren’t sure if rafe still wanted to pull you around no matter if you really liked it.

rafe glanced at the girls you were referring to down below the balcony you two were standing on, then back down at you. those aren’t the type you would talk to. rafe knew you were making an excuse to walk away. rafe sucked his teeth, tilting his head. “i don’t think you would like those girls. i think you like it more being with me”

you gaped at him with wide eyes, not excepting him to shut your idea down. “oh. i do.”

rafe smiled, leaning down to place a peck on your hairline.

“country club!” you both turned to see barry walking up, hand outstretched to dap up rafe. rafe returned the bro hug and barry turned to you, ruffling a hand through your hair. “wassup little rafe” you scrunched up your face in a faux pout. “hi barry.”

rafe fixed the mess for you, smirking at your reaction. he squished your cheeks to fix your pout, poking out his own bottom lip. “aw, barry messed up your hair?” you nodded, a little smile forming at his cooing.

“let me go talk to him, that wasn’t cool, huh?”

“mm mm” you shook your head definitively. rate let you go, turning to talk to barry about other matters, not really about your hair. he knew you weren’t actually upset, you and barry already having that poking-fun dynamic. you knew that was just rafe saying he was going to talk with barry about things you didn’t have to hear.

you went to sit on the sofa, observing the commotion below. twiddling your fingers, you thought this was a perfect time to go wander. maybe not with those girls who now looked to be whispering and pointing around at other girls, giggling at their looks. icky. you turned your gaze over to the entrance that led back into the house from the balcony.

the noise was starting to get a little overwhelming. the more so quiet inside seemed tempting. and temped you were, getting up and walking inside, the boys unaware of your fleeting presence. the music got quieter the further you walked into the house. that’s better. there was no one else here, everyone crowded outside.

you walked to rafe’s room, looking around. maybe you could tidy up a little for him? you picked up little scattered items, putting them back in their places. you headed over to his closet, browsing through his shirts. replacing what you currently had on with one of them, you sighed in content. even better. you felt good enough that you gave the party a try. anything rafe was happy about, you were over the moon for. and the same went for him. but settling down in his bed now looked appealing.

you spent a few minutes mindlessly entertaining yourself with fiddling with rafe’s duvet and pillows. so soft. the sudden sound of thumping through the house grabbed your attention. maybe someone was looking for the bathroom. you shrugged, having closed the bedroom door when you came in, assuming they wouldn’t wander in.

but when the door burst open, you startled, letting out a little squeak, but turning to see rafe standing at the threshold.

“oh. hi rafe” you gave him a little wave.

his gaze skimmed the room, then trailed over you, noticing the shirt you were in and that you were safe and sound in his room. he let out the breath he was holding, moving from the door over to you. you swung your legs over the side of the bed, kicking your feet a little, giddy to see rafe again. rafe came to kneel between your legs, grasping your waist. “hi, baby. why didn’t you let me know you were coming in here?”

you stopped your swinging feet. “oh um.. you were talking with barry.. i wanted to give you guys a little space.”

rafe licked his lips, letting out a little sigh. he hands rubbed up and down your sides. “i didn’t like not knowing where you were.. i’m not upset” he quickly grabbed the sides of your head at the sight of your forming pout. “just let me know next time, kid, i don’t wanna have to worry.”

who knows rafe thought. he had hoped you didn’t wander off to talk to those girls he told you not to, not sure if you somehow managed to hurt yourself from bumping into sharp corners throughout the house.

you shook your head in a nod, “’m sorry rafe. it was just quiet in here..” you voice trailed off, becoming softer.

“you want it quiet? i’ll shut this down and kick everyone out.”

“no! you’re having fun, go back” you slightly pushed at his chest, not budging him. this is what you didn’t want. your desire to trail off to affect rafe having a good time.

“just say the words.. i don’t really like these people anyway. i like you more” rafe poked your tummy with his finger, causing you to have a fit of giggles.

“no, ’m okay. go, go” you returned a peck to his hairline from the one he gave you earlier.

rafe grinned. “mm.. okay. you stay in here. call me if you want me.”

you nodded again, chewing at your lip. “mm mm”

rafe stood, softly shaking his head at you. he tugged at his shirt slipping down your shoulder. “cute.”

[hell0-ki55y]

Dude I'm begging I need someone to make of fic of like a reader that has a heavy accent that their insecure of(could be any accent Spanish, Russian, etc). You can make it with Ambessa or sevika I'll write prompts for both. So enjoy the prompts and if you use them tag me!!

Ambessa

So for Ambessa I'm thinking of like the reader is Ambessas favored sensitive assistant and during a council meeting you bring Ambessa some info and the other council members or enforcers hear your accent and make fun of it causing you to leave in a hurry. Ambessa doesn't take it lightly and deals with the person who makes fun of you. When she goes to find you she maybe finds you crying idk🙂‍↕️🤷‍♀️. This could be pure fluff or could lead to smut where like ambessa helps the reader feel less insecure.

Sevika

For Sevika's it's pretty similar to Ambessas except the reader and Sevika have a kind of established relationship and while at the last drop while with sevika some of silcos men or just Randoms at the bar make fun of the readers accent and reader gets upset because that's one of her biggest insecurities. So this leads to sevika handling the guys that made fun of you. Again it could be purely fluff or have some smut towards the end!

[sheigarche]

girl shut up

I'm going to assume this is about Life is Strange because that's what I've been talking about the most in the last 2 months and I don't think any of my other fandoms would be bother by my posts.

So here are some hot take ideas for LIS posts I've never made because I thought it might upset some fans, but maybe I shouldn't be so quiet about it after all.

Pricefield vs DE

It seems like everything in Double Exposure was deliberately written to justify Chloe breaking up with Max.

Chloe showed that she was paranoid that Max may be using her powers to manipulate the relationship to make it work and that's exactly what Max did to Amanda and got call out for it in the end.

She also expressed how Max is unable to let go of the past and is haunt by it. So most of the game we see Max (and the player) holding on to it and struggling to move on until the very end. Some fans still can't do it and doesn't want Max to do it, but that's exactly why Chloe left.

Many people didn't realize it, but Max was struggling to establish herself as a real photographer in the years she was with Chloe, but quick became famous and recognized in the years after they broke up.

To me that's the game trying to sell the idea that they are better off without each other.

Chaseprice

Victoria and Chloe's posts in DE don't show anything explicitly romantic, it could just be friendship, but the intention to make it look like something more is pretty clear to me.

The writers chose sentences like "can you handle it, Chase?" and "I'll buy you a beer" on purpose and know exactly what the players will think of it.

Besides Victoria shows a desire in going from wherever she lives to see Chloe, and then Chloe makes plans to do a little detour to go see Victoria. Whatever this relationship is, they're making it work long distance with effort on both sides. Mutual interest.

I wouldn't be surprised if in the sequel we see one post or two subtly hinting that they're actually together. A picture on Crosstalk, maybe a comment from someone else on their posts.

Hell, I can even imagine an art gallery event of some sort where Max is invited and can bring her chosen love interest and Victoria is there with Chloe as her date... And that's how the devs manage to have a natural last conversation between Max and Chloe in person to give closure to their relationship.

And I kind of expect Victoria to come to them at some point, a little jealous or just proud of her girlfriend.

Langfield

Some people keep saying that Max wouldn't be interested in Vinh... But that's wrong.

The reality is that it was the first game's choices and Max's journey is what makes them fit together so well.

Yes, okay, maybe 18-year-old Max wouldn't like this emotionally dry 28-year-old Vinh. Maybe 18-year-old Max would have liked way more to know the enthusiastic drama student 18-year-old Vinh, who dreamed of being an actor.

Now this 28-year-old Max, full of traumas and complexes knows enough about life to see through 28-year-old Vinh's walls and realize that he is not dry, but afloat and barely keeping himself together. That's why she can really connect with him, as a friend or more.

It was the traumas and secrets that made her interesting to Vinh, just like his traumas and regrets are what make Max interested in him.

They fit together because they share some similar emotional experiences and they know how the other might be feeling in certain situations. And when they are together, they can laugh about it, have fun and be themselves, even if just for a moment.

Amberprice

Honestly I left this fandom years ago without shipping Pricefield or Amberprice, because of some reservations about Chloe's character. But now I'm back because of DE and I decided to finish Before the Storm... I can't get Rachel out of my head!

Seriously, what's this magic in their scenes and why can't I stop watching them on loop?

I always thought I had a crush on Max, but I actually have a crush on Rachel Amber of all characters. Maybe I am Chloe Price all along 😂

You know a ship is good when it changes your perception of the characters.

[feathers-fins-and-fangs]

🌲 - what is your fictotype?

I am Mercutio :D

🪲 - do you miss your home? Or maybe you're happy that you're here?

I do miss Verona somewhat, though I don't exactly really wish to be back. I miss the people more than the place.

🐸 - do you have any sourcemates? If yes, who/what are they?

Unfortunately, no 😭

🌳 - in scale 1-10, how are you similar to your canon?

I say around a 9. I'm pretty much identical to canon except for some minor details.

🌿 - does your fictotype have a different sex/gender identity than your body/you?

Yes, I was a man. Although I sometimes use he/him pronouns now, I don't identify as male and don't present masculinely.

☘️ - what aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

Hmmmm that's hard to answer. I don't know if it counts but it definitely affects me as a person the most. Like, my gender, my sexual orientation, my beliefs, morals, etc.

🪴 - is your fictionkin experience unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

It's generally enjoyable, but there are times it can be unpleasant.

🍃 - what reminds you of your fictotype? (E.g.: a figurine, a doll, a tv series)

The colour purple, as that was my colour motif in source, as well as watching the musical I'm from.

🌄 - on what level is your identity? (E.g. spiritual, psychological, psychical)

I would say spiritual, but I think it's also partially psychological. I can't give much details though, as this is very vague for both my fictotypes.

🐢 - do you experience shifts? Of yes, how do they look like?

Sometimes, but they aren't common. Mainly mental, and sometimes I don't realise I shifted until afterwards and there's probably times I've shifted and I still don't know if it was really a shift or if I'm just trying to convince myself it was a shift. I also get phantom shifts, but they're rarer. I sometimes feel like I have my original hairstyle, and sometimes I feel like there is a hole in me where I was fatally injured (not like any pain or anything. Just a hole). The latter is significantly more upsetting, but luckily it's only happened twice.

🥝 - what is your source?

Roméo et Juliette, les enfants de Vérone

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

Unfortunately most of them are shipart of me and Tybalt. And sometimes I come across fanart of me post-death, which is disturbing. I do enjoy other fanart of me, however.

🌵 - do you look exactly like in your source or do you look different? If you do, then what is different?

I look pretty much identical to me in the 2010 revival cast. I'm played by the same actor in the 2015 cast, however it's a different hairstyle and it just feels less 'me'. I guess it's because my source is very specifically the 2010 revival and nothing after that.

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

I can tolerate most ships, but the ship of me and Tybalt makes me uncomfortable. Like. He killed me. And we hated eachother for pretty much our entire lives. Just. Why.

🦕 - do you have/had a loved one in your source?

Yes! Benvolio my beloved ^^ ! And Romeo was such a wonderful friend (though I admit him whining about his love life 24/7 did get annoying). In the original play, I have a brother called Valentine, but he doesn't appear in my source and he doesn't exist at all in my canon. I don't really remember anything relating to my parents either, they're kind of a mystery that I haven't tried finding memories of. Especially since I don't have much memories in general, I just have information that feels right. I think I was pretty close to my uncle Prince Escalus when I was younger, though that kind of faded when I got older.

Alex's fictionkin ask game!

(mostly for fictional characters)

🌲 - what is your fictotype?

🪲 - do you miss your home? Or maybe you're happy that you're here?

🐸 - do you have any sourcemates? If yes, who/what are they?

🌳 - in scale 1-10, how are you similar to your canon?

🌿 - does your fictotype have a different sex/gender identity than your body/you?

☘️ - what aspect of life does your identity affect the most?

🪴 - is your fictionkin experience unpleasant or enjoyable for you?

🍃 - what reminds you of your fictotype? (E.g.: a figurine, a doll, a tv series)

🌄 - on what level is your identity? (E.g. spiritual, psychological, psychical)

🐢 - do you experience shifts? Of yes, how do they look like?

🥝 - what is your source?

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

🌵 - do you look exactly like in your source or do you look different? If you do, then what is different?

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

🦕 - do you have/had a loved one in your source?

♪♪♪

So, yeah, that's all! :D

Reblog this, so the others can ask you questions or answer them all right now, if you want to :>

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Won't You Join the Dance?

(photo from twisted wiki)

Happy Birthday to the cutest old man around, I'll be writing mostly Lillia and Malleus content for Twisted as they both have birthdays in January (so do a lot of other people I know irl). Happy New Year and may you all enjoy a little fun with this writing piece. Reader is a second year Diasomnia student and a Mock Turtle Beastman (third cow, third turtle, third human). Other little easter eggs can be found throughout this story too.

Tw: Manipulation (bro he's a fae what did you expect), peer pressure, held hostage in your own dorm, hallucinations, reader is not sober, Lillia bites you, huge power imbalance

(Y/N) gently hums a tune as they help with decorations for the coming event. The Diasomnia student was glad to see their dorm excited about honoring their vice dorm leader with a party. It was peaceful monotony with weaving streamers onto the ceiling with magic.

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?"

Of course, this peaceful affair was interrupted by the loud mouthed first year responsible for guarding Malleus.

Sebek Zigvolt was booming about how the party setup must be perfect for "Master Lillia" or "young master" will be sad. While not beholden to their dorm leader as majority of (Y/N)'s dormmates, they knew him pouting always led to a rainstorm that lasted for quite a while.

First-years, when did they get so annoying?

Thankfully Silver was awake and chiding Sebek for bossing others around. Honestly the mock turtle wasn't very close to anyone but Silver in their own dorm, finding others too unapproachable or sycophantic for their tastes. (Y/N) decided that Sebek is a two-person job and walk calmly to assist their friend.

"Silver, won't you walk any faster?! Master Lillia will be home at any minute, and we must make sure everything is perfect!" The two second years wince as Sebek's volume increased (didn't know it could be louder). Silver shakes his head and turns towards (Y/N), smiling a bit. "Hello (Y/N) are you helping with father's party?" The beastman grins at how happy Silver looks and nod, excited to see a less lethargic side to their sleepy friend.

"Of course, I even hung little paper bats in the rafters as well." (Y/N) chortles finding the decorations funny, however Sebek took offense. "You find such childish decorations acceptable Mock Turtle?! I will not take your slight against Master Lillia lightly." The student sighs as the crocodile's insults came pouring from his mouth like a river. Silver notices his friend's ears twitch with annoyance and pulls Sebek off them.

"Apologies (Y/N) Sebek is just wants father to have a good time at his own birthday party." (Y/N)'s huffs tails twitching and looks to Silver expectantly. "Do you require anything else for me, perhaps a song to encourage productiveness?" Silver shakes his head at the mock turtle, hooded amethyst eyes showing nothing but gratitude. However, he snaps his fingers and turns back towards the other second year.

"(Y/N) do you mind keeping my father busy and away from Diasomnia, fath-Lillia would enjoy your company." The second year couldn't help but raise a brow. Lillia enjoying their company? (Y/N) barely talked to him and the times they have were either Diasomnia related activities or Silver. Sometimes when they'd have a conversation on things, (Y/N) would have fun as Lillia was funny and spontaneous yet wise and worldly.

They just wish Lillia wouldn't stare at them hungrily with those crimson eyes. Which is why the mock turtle used every excuse to not have to spend time around the older fae. A shudder ran down (Y/N)'s spine just thinking about how predatory his eyes would be with that creepy knowing smile. Unconsciously (Y/N) reached for their pen for protection. Silver noticed his friend's expression and his kind expression became...disappointed. The beastman student hated seeing their silver-haired companion upset. Steeling themselves (Y/N) agreed to distract Lillia.

It's not like he would care that much about a little turtle would he?

Would he?

Humming while strolling campus (Y/N) began their search for their allusive senior. Humming a familiar tune was enough to keep them from running due to jitters that came from actively seeking Lillia.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you-"

Won't you join the dance?

A deep voice breaks the mock turtle from their trance as see Lillia hovering upside down mere centimeters from their own face. Lillia chuckles mischievously at (Y/N)'s frightened expression, before joining them on the ground. "Mock Turtle's Song, very popular on Lobster Island, you know the most famous mock turtle was a rather gloomy fellow." (Y/N) seizes up at the mention of their home. Lillia was a seasoned traveler being an ancient fae as he is, however when he spoke of their home his eyes held fire. His fangs poking a bit over his lips.

"Would you like to walk with me?" (Y/N) asked their shorter senior. Lillia's smile widened as his eyes sparked like two rubies. "I would love to little mock turtle, there are many secrets on this campus others don't know..." He links his arm with their own and pulls with an unnatural strength. Diasomnia better hurry up before (Y/N) needed an arm put back in the socket.

The Diasomnia duo returned to their dorm at sunset, tired from all of Lillia's boring interesting stories (Y/N) leaned their weight on the fae with dual colored hair. Lillia stares at his junior with a sincere smile plastered on his face as his blood red orbs capture their (e/c) ones. "You been too kind to an old man like me, my own son wouldn't put up with what I put you through today." (Y/N) nods unable to speak. The vice dorm leader of the strongest dorm was being...vulnerable.

The doors to Diasomnia creak open before (Y/N) could touch them revealing a beautifully decorated main hall. "Happy Birthday Lillia!" Several dormmates pop out of hiding spots startling both students. Lillia reacted on instinct and pushed (Y/N) behind him to protect them from...zealous kids.

"Goodness you can't be scaring an old man like that, I could have a heart attack." Lillia smiles brightly while still clutching on to (Y/N)'s wrist tightly. The beastman tugs to break free but Lillia glares at them causing the struggling to stop. The good-natured Lillia's icy stare confirmed (Y/N)'s long time beliefs that Lillia was more than meets the eyes. The man in question rushes over to his "children" to congratulate them on their hard work.

"You took some time Lillia, I thought you forgot about your own birthday." Malleus teases gently in a deep voice, turning his gaze to meet your own. "Forgive me for my folly but your names slips my mind." The Malleus Draconia was asking for (Y/N)'s name, today was strange to say the least. Lillia pulls (Y/N) so their sides touch as the fae clings to the mock turtle's arm possessively. "Now, now Malleus you aren't trying to steal my favorite junior away, are you?" Malleus' eyes widen causing (Y/N) to try and disappear. Silver ever the saint he is cuts the tension.

"(Y/N) why don't you get Lillia's gift, I know you've been dying to do what you practiced." Right the gift! Cheerily the second year grabs a small inconspicuous painting. Sebek shouts about how pathetic the gift is, before (Y/N) mutters the phrase to activate their unique magic Fainting in Coils. The picture leaps from the canvas and a large dragon soars to the ceiling blowing fire and smoke before exploding into bright lights that spell out "Happy Birthday Lillia".

Silence rung as sweat from exertion and fear formed on the mock turtle's brow. Thunderous cheers applause fills the packed space as the poor artist is swarmed by eager faces all shouting question. Gently answering question after question until Malleus parts the crowd. "Most impressive (Y/N), how long did you practice achieving such results?" The beastman sheepishly denied any complements to which Malleus and Silver piled on more, Sebek admitting the magic was impressive for a non fae.

The joyful chatter did not go unnoticed by a certain fae who clenched his fists angrily. Not matter all good things come to those who wait.

For someone antisocial (Y/N) really metaphorically came out of their shell as they danced and drank and was merry. Fae parties are wonderful why did the elders warn against them? Buzzed on joy and a little too much alcohol, (Y/N) turns when a gloved hand taps them on the shoulder. The man of the hour had a joyful grin on his face. "(Y/N) I wanna dance with you! "Lillia hiccups a bright red hue painting his porcelain face. If the mock turtle was tipsy, the older fae was in the embrace of alcohol.

(Y/N) laughs but feels a twitch in their gut that doesn't feel quite right. What was wrong with this picture? Lillia wanted to dance with you, and you wanted to dance with Lillia, right? Nerves bunch up as the beastman sobers a bit, fae are dangerous and no request was too small. Looking the man in his eyes (Y/N) goes to refuse but gets lost in how pretty the red shade was. Did they always feel so light and carefree around Lillia? Who cares (Y/N) having fun so why should it end? Foolishly influenced by alcohol and thrall the mock turtle placed their gloved hand in the fae's.

Lillia pulls his partner flush to his chest as they begin waltzing clumsy yet elegant at the same time. Guiding the dance (Y/N) whirls the birthday boy around laughing gleefully. Slowly as the pair danced the mock turtle felt a cold unsettling feeling creep higher up their spin until it choked them. Lillia's eyes were much darker and... obsessive than before. Where were the guests?

Bat and turtle float freely in a dark forest with fireflies illuminating their steps. Sensing hesitation the fae takes the reigns and guides the dance deeper into the woods. (Y/N) gapes at the long-haired Lillia donned in a military outfit in front of them. "We're going into the woods too far." The second years fuzzy vision is blurred as the general spins them away before pulling them back in with equal grace.

"It matters not how far we go my dear so long as you keep your hands in mine no trouble shall befall you." Snarls of wild animals and glowing eyes appear, watching the pair swirl closer to their gaping maws. (Y/N) tugged harsher on Lillia's military coat. "We need to go back now; this place isn't safe." The general only chuckles directing the dance to the right. "What do you mean, we never left the dorm?"

For a second the illusion drops, and the grand hall returns the glowing eyes and snarls turn to the eager students screaming for Lillia to go for it. Whatever it is the poor mock turtle didn't want to find out. When (Y/N) blinks the dark forest reappears this time a large dragon is accompanied by a silver stag and a green wolf. These animals stare on with a passivity that was too humanoid to belong to actual animal.

A surge of pain makes the poor student return their gaze to the man-no monster who had gently laid his head in the crook of their neck. Charming to outsiders but to (Y/N) they felt razor sharp teeth cut into their flesh and a long pink tongue catching every pearl of blood. Tears blurred their vision as (Y/N) stumbles tripping into their dance partner's arms. Lillia adapts by simply swaying in place, arms tightening around the second year's taller form. (Y/N) attempts to struggle until they realize they can't move a single part of their body.

"Please let me go." A rather pathetic plea crawled out of (Y/N)'s quivering lips. Lillia tuts this request like a parent chiding a child for doing something naughty. "I'm not holding you captive you chose to give your free will to me when you accepted my offer to dance." (Y/N)'s eyes widen as their heart beats in double time, fear sobering them immediately. "What?"

Lillia sighs into the crook of their neck pressing a light kiss to the nape. "Come now darling turtle don't pretend you don't know what happens when you accept anything from the fae." Their world falls to pieces as Lillia dips them, garnet eyes peering down lovingly at the person in his hold.

No words are exchanged as Lillia presses his lips harshly down upon (Y/N)'s. The screams of delight from the crowd muted as they feel fangs tear at the plush of their lips. Any possible scream is muffled as Lillia deepens the kiss. Sinking, drowning in how scary the situation is (Y/N) looks out to the crowd. A tear falls as they notice Silver avert his gaze with guilt.

After an eternity a harsh gloved hand holds the beastman's jaw in a bruising manner. The bat fae stares satisfied at the mix of emotions in (Y/N)'s eyes, licking his lips. Moving his mouth to their ear he whispers the final blow. "Go to sleep turtle dove, I've got to get our room ready." Body feeling heavy and mind fuzzy (Y/N) hears a familiar melody faintly.

"Will you join the dance?"

"Will you, won't you, will you, won't you..."

"Will you join the dance?"

No proofread I die like a bitch; I'll edit tomorrow if it sucks too hard. Requests for Malleus and Lillia can be platonic or romantic. Don't be distraught if your request isn't done as my motivation fluctuates worse than the ocean. Happy B-day to the bat daddy!

Fainting in Coils - Unique Magic of this version of (Y/N) which allows the mage to imbue their art with magic and use it in different ways. Ex: make a wolf painting come to life and attack the aggressor, imbue a joyful song with healing to help their friends restore mana. Has limitations based on art form (if paper drawing doesn't work in rain, once the mage puts their instrument away the music buff disappears).

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Six

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Mr. Charles went to the vet today for his geriatric check up (he is 11 now). Since he was not being very cooperative, they had to sedate him for his blood work. This boy is high as a kite and only wants soft pets. So, he also read chapter 6 today.

Tea: soy matcha latte!

Let's go chapter 6:

What happened; "Hua Cheng hijacked my bridal sedan, held my hand softly, and took me on a romantic stroll" What Xie Lian told everyone: "Hua Cheng broke Xuan Ji's enchantment array". p163

dang, one mission and he's already debt free! Good for him! p164

Poor guy wants to make friends, but he is doing the internet equivalent of sending them chain messages and commenting inappropriate things on public posts. Poor grandpa. p165

Bro is really out here about to be his own god. His first tiny temple created by himself! pp167-168

Xie Lian has the most upsetting superpower "nothing I eat will kill me" actually the trash man p168

Xie Lian: He reminds me of this one specific man with butterflies p169

oh no. I was joking about the trash man bit but, "The Prince of Xianle ascended thrice as; a martial god, a misfortune god, a rubbish god." p169

Xie Lian, I think you are being stalked. This guy may be Hua Cheng. p172

The amount of questions Xie Lian is asking this "random boy" about his major crush is wild. "What do you think he looks like?" p174

Last post I was wondering about what Hua Cheng's weaknesses would be and here we hve it! His ashes! p175

Oh god. not the tradition of a ghost giving their ashes to someone they love. Why do I feel like this is going to be tragic as hell. p176

Wait XD these ghosts are so funny though!! p181

If this is Hua Cheng (I feel like it is) then these two are the cutest for eachother. Both with their opposite energy; very good luck vs terrible terrible luck, very very good (or tries to) and very evil (or tries to ??) pp 188-189

I can't he's halfway to figuring this out, "ghosts don't normally do fine details like fingerprints. If this is a ghost he must be wrath level or higher" YUP PROBABLY. p189

My heart :'3 This guy just offered to paint him a portrait for his shrine. p193

Oh okay that answers my question about if he has multiple shackles or just one (it is multiple). p195

LOL Xie LIan: I'll fix your hair. Also Xie LIan: does not do that at all, actually, kind of makes it worse even. p197

THE PAINTING IS SO STUNNING p198

I had a feeling this man would/had accidentally ascended/accidentally gained followers. LOL and he really did. One "pls don't tell anyone", and here we go, an entire village worshipping him. p198-199

Oh boy! Maybe he did block "San Lang" with that array!! p200

This was kind of cute tho

Why does Xie Lian have the cutest little stalker. :'3 San Lang is a cheeky guy, I hope they keep eachother. Though I feel like Xie Lian just caused an accidental Grave Offense, we will see next chapter!

[goodluckclove]

A Meandering Ramble on AI Art Because I Have a Cold and I'm here to Hopefully Not Start an Argument.

Okay, so I had someone comment on some post I made about writing advice that causes shame, and they decided to add the clarification that my words didn't apply to people who use AI in their writing. I responded, mainly saying that I saw their point, but that I'd say shaming someone who uses AI in any fashion is far more likely to just get that person to double down. They seemed annoyed by me saying this for a variety of reasons. I blocked them because if someone says "it's not my job to educate" it's rarely an earned perspective and it only reminds me how it's not my job to have a conversation with them.

It is my job to make too-long essays about things to help me process thoughts in a way other people might find interesting. So for your consideration I have a sort of wandering, cough-syrup addled Think Piece about AI art that is not pro-GenAI, but also doesn't just say fuck AI and fuck anyone who uses it because that is also wrong. I have a ton of links that I'm hoping are right, as well as a ton of outsider/folk artists, as well as a few AI artists I think are great.

Also there's a drawing of Link I did. He's nude. There's no dick but it's still very bad. He's either about to eat trash off the ground or he's screaming at a bit of hot dog.

Enjoy???

I mean I get it. I'm also easily aggravated by the type of person who is staunchly, aggressively defensive over Generative AI tools. They might be the kind to talk about the "democratization of art" and how genAI means anyone can be an artist. This line of thinking makes me very angry - not because I don't think anyone can be an artist, but because the fact that so many have been sold on needing some Big Tech start up to make that happen is infuriating. Anyone can already be an artist.

Anyone can be an artist. Anyone. Anyone can be an artist! This has been a case for a long, long time.

I get the sort of novelty of image and text generators. I'll go ahead and say what other writers might be unwilling to admit - if there was a provably ethical LLM I would absolutely love to collaborate on it for a project. The ethics of a lot of genAI is debatable - truly coasting on legal gray areas and hidden opt-out buttons - but it's enough that I'm not into it. Even without the practices of OpenAI, a company where every headline I see around it makes them sound comically sketchy. A lot of the reasons why I wouldn't collaborate with an LLM as they are now are the same things that would keep me from collaborating with another human writer (Maybe stealing, almost certainly wrong about potentially important things, loved by Elon Musk, ect.).

But I don't see myself ever using a genAI to do the entirety of any of the writing process for me - because I enjoy writing. I've been doing it for a long time now. I am objectively skilled enough that a select populous of people are willing to pay me for it on purpose, and since I find it fun and fulfilling I have yet to found a form of even minor automation that appeals to me.

But I also draw and paint, and I am far less skilled at that than I am at writing. I could certainly tweak at various Midjourney prompts to create something visually cool, but if I did that I'd be robbing myself the joy that came from trying to draw Link from Legend of Zelda from memory (he's either eating trash or lamenting his fallen lunch, I can't decide).

My wife saw this and their first note was that he "looks like the Grinch". Their second note was that his ass should be bigger. They also drew the fart cloud. Collaboration. This was the hardest I've laughed all day.

If you're a person who uses AI to help in art, or to do the entirety of image/writing/music creation - at this point you have to know the arguments against it. GenAI uses energy for each output - more for images than text, probably even more for videos. But so do tons of other things.

I did my best to research and calculate, and it seems like every 100 outputs of genAI images uses roughly .29 kWh, which is the rough equivalent of three hours of streaming video, running a Dyson vacuum cleaner for an hour, or using an average microwave for 10 minutes straight. It also uses water to cool the servers, right? A lot of water during a time of looming water scarcity across the globe. It's pretty likely that the water is being reused through a closed-loop system, meaning the 16 ounces that are spent for every 5-50 queries on ChatGPT aren't likely to go to waste. But with the exponential spike of data centers being built - some in parts of the country that require far more water to stay cool - that's still a pretty big water footprint. It does good, useful things for society and it's also used for crimes. This is true for most technology. But it seems, from what I've seen, that the parts of AI that are the most accessible to the public at large (GenAI mainly, run by a select major companies) are the ones most likely to be used for questionable purposes right around now.

But in all honesty I don't imagine a majority of people using genAI are using it for crime, or even deepfaked nudes. It's happening, but I imagine that's a loud minority. I don't even think most people using it to tout about being artists. I imagine most people just find it novel, or an accessible way to get into a craft that otherwise feels unavailable for them for whatever reason.

For a lot of people with no experience in forming any sort of creative practice, the concept of a machine that can fairly effectively mimic the styles of existing artists without their consent might come across as inconsequential. It might even get harder to find that understanding as you get deeper and deeper in the practice of genAI art - which, as far as I understand it, removes the creator entirely from developing an individual style.

When I say style in this point, I don't mean a completely original perspective free of any outside influence. I mean a combination of background, influence, and medium used that allows someone to recognize you in your work without you needing to say you made it. I know my writing is not entirely original. I can happily list what I've been influenced by. At the same time, I've heard a lot that people can tell my writing just on paper without my name attached at all. I believe there are ways to train a genAI to create an effect similar to this, but I'm also certain that it would require a technological influence that most people using the main programs out there don't have.

Because there's good AI Art. I'm not afraid to say it. There's AI art that I find super interesting and would pay money to see. Anna Ridler created a piece called "Mosaic Virus" that uses machine learning to generate a morphing video of tulips blooming that changes based on the market value of bitcoin. She created her own dataset. This rules and I love it. 1 the Road is an AI-written novel composed across a massive real-world road-trip by Ross Goodwin, a creative technologist. I won't call him a novelist - but neither would he. He did strap a surveillance camera on the car he drove, rigged it with a microphone and GPS, and put a shit ton of effort into something I will say sounds abstract and pretty rad.

The AI artists I think that don't really struggle to sell and exhibit and overall collect accolades for their work, from what I've seen, tend to be people who put a ton of effort into the structure of the AI itself. The artists who create from existing programs are limited by what that program is trained off of, unless they alter or edit their work after the fact.

And I know people who do the latter. My own view on how valid of a choice that is depends on the intent of the work, the meaning behind having the foundation be generated, and how you choose to credit it once it's done. In a lot of cases I just sort of tend to wonder why people think they need the machine to start at all.

I get it's hard to start making an individual piece. It's even harder to start making art at all, especially if you were taught to think somehow that you aren't a "naturally creative person". If that's you then I'm sorry, because that means you somehow internalized a pretty terrible lie.

We're a creative species. Just because it doesn't fit within the deeply narrow spectrum of Marketable, Blockbuster, Bestseller Creativity, doesn't mean it isn't worthwhile.

You can only draw stick figures? Great maybe you should give one of them a hat and then he'll be a Hat Guy. You can't even draw a straight line? Sick, sounds like these are going to be some Wiggly Stick Figures and at least one of them will have a hat. That rules.

You don't know what to write? What if a guy bought a new hat? What if the hat was cursed? What if the guy was Naruto? I don't know man I've taken a lot of cough syrup today and most of my suggestions are hat-based, I'm finding.

People might give you shit. They might give "constructive criticism" - a phrase I learned quickly that people online use very loosely. And that can be scary and discouraging. I'm not going to try and say you should do it anyway because it's the Ethically Right thing to do because I have seen the way some people treat newer artists and it made me so fucking grateful I didn't share really anything I did online until I was pretty settled in my own personal vibe.

But if you use genAI because you think it does something you can't otherwise do - you can do things too. And it might be worth trying sometimes, even if you never share it. You might think it's bad - but if you don't treat that like a failure of your character it doesn't feel as important.

Might I offer as example - my son, Fart Ass Trash Link?

My child. My legacy. My wife insisted that sometimes Link would go fully nude. I understand now that they were fucking with me.

[frgdsecrts]

The feeling of Suresh's hand coming to rest above his heart slowly began to slow it down a little, a comforting feeling came from the touch. He liked how the other could cause his heart to hammer yet relax all in one. Just as he liked how soothing the hand caressing his neck felt. As his heart slowed, slowly so did the haze in his head. Even though they had just kissed, Versi's cheeks still filled a light shade of pink at Suresh's kind words. Being called pretty and unboring was something he'd have to get used to. "Oh, Suresh." His voice soft, gentle, as was most of Versi by this point. He was absolutely putty in Suresh's hands, to do and mold however he chose. "You are the pretty and unboring one, not me. I'm happy you were my first kiss, and that I was able to give you something in return as well." Hearing Suresh reassure him everything was alright only further relaxed him, but his brain was still slightly hazy. Be still and listen carefully Versipellis. Everything else around them faded with those words, the haze in his mind clearing a bit. Versi kept his gaze locked with Suresh's as the other spoke, giving him his full attention, attentively listening. His brows furrow a bit when Suresh begins to tell him about being a Naja and hinting at his age. But when Suresh continued it was then that he began to understand why that was brought up. Funny enough he wasn't upset because the other had fed off him, but he does appreciate the apology. When Suresh says he is going to let him go to give them both a little bit of space to think he wants to protest, not wanting him to move away in the slightest, but he just ends up giving a soft 'mhm' instead.

His gaze drops to the ground as Suresh moves to sit down but ends up shifting over to him when he spoke again. Something shifted inside of him a bit right now in a way that the wolf could not put into words, but it felt a bit achy and good all at the same time. "Thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate it. I also really appreciate the apology. I assure you...all is forgiven." Now that he can actually move again without stumbling over himself, despite Suresh wanting to give them space, Versi walks over to where Suresh was sitting. He stands in front of the other for a moment, leaning down to tenderly press a kiss upon Suresh's forehead, pressing their foreheads together for a moment after, before sitting down next to him. He shifts his body so he can fully face the other as he speaks, letting out a small breath, gently smiling, "You are wonderful, Suresh. From the kindness you show me, to the lovely words you speak, all the way to your very pretty smile. I also like the little chuckles you sometimes let slip through, and the way you get a little shy with certain compliments. I like the way you look at me and how it feels when our gazes meet. And I think from the very beginning you had me, because even back then just the accidental brush of our hands sent an electricity through me." One of his hands reaches out to gently take one of Suresh's, "I want to be your friend too. I want to explore those things with you, to learn what makes you weak with desire, to taste you in ways I have never tasted anyone else before, and I want you to explore every inch of me. You helped fill a space in me that was lonely and I want to be someone who can help fill any loneliness you might feel. In any way possible. We can kiss as boyfriends do, touch as lovers do, and confined in one another as friends do. My only question is, are there any rules that need to be followed?"

The whimper was beautiful. This was what was meant when you turned someone into putty in your hands. And Suresh had done just that to the pretty wolf. He shouldn't have fed without asking first. But the taste of Versipellis had been irresistible. Suresh made sure to help the younger man stay on his feet. Carefully supporting the wolf. His eyes on the bottom lip that the wolf was worrying at with his teeth. It was a difficult thing to stop himself from reaching out and stopping the other from chewing. The touch would be counterproductive to what he needed to do. Suresh smiled softly at the question and shook his head, caressing Versi's neck with his fingers gently, "No, they do not." He made no move to stop Versi from touching him. The warm fingers running along his jaw. He let Versi ramble on a bit, his smile widening slightly with a soft chuckle. His voice was a soft whisper, a promise laced through each syllable. "Oh yes. There is so much more. So much I would show you." He paused to place his left hand over Versi's hammering heart, the other still caressing the wolf's neck gently. "You are very unboring, pretty wolf. I can't tell you the last time someone gave me such a beautiful gift as you just did."

Suresh nodded his head, "Yes. Everything is alright. But there are a few things about me that we should discuss before we continue anything physical." His golden eyes fixed on Versi, wanting to make sure that he had the slightly intoxicated wolf's full attention. "Be still and listen carefully Versipellis. I'm something called a Naga. And I'm very, very old. But those are not the important pieces. The important part is that I not only feed on desire but in some ways I am desire. I was imbued with the powers of my god a long time ago. It's a power that I can't always fully control. Why you feel a little drunk right now? That was from me. I apologize for not asking to feed before it happened but I haven't tasted anything like you in so very long..." He paused to draw in a needful little breath, "I am a very jaded creature. But I would happily show you anything and everything you wanted to explore or experience. Not here of course. I would make any and all of your firsts far more special for you than that. But you deserve to know what I am. And what I am offering before we continue. I would like to be your friend. Whatever your decision is... But I want you. And if you'd let me I would gladly help you experience pleasure that would make this first taste seem like nothing. But whatever happens or doesn't happen will be completely up to you. I'm going to let you go now, not because I want to but because it will be easier for both of us to think with a little bit of space." He blinked and released Versi from the very subtle mesmerism. He then slowly removed his hands from the wolf once he felt that Versi could stand and went and sat down on the little chaise lounge, there was enough room for two people on it and only a few feet of space between the two of them. Suresh's smile had a touch of sadness in it as he folded his hands in his lap and looked up at the wolf from where he sat. "You are very beautiful. Inside and out. A kind and true hearted soul..." He paused and then flashed a grin, "Do you have any questions?"

[ink-the-artist]

holy shit I did NOT realize how popular my "I will remove my teeth, for I want to remain kind despite my anger" quote is. I just googled it for fun to see what would come up, a bunch of people are quoting it not knowing who its from, an artist called Kuma made an album titled that, so bizzare

[cementcornfield]

Zac: gives Joe a game ball to reward him for ANOTHER 5-TD game

Joe: I don't want this 😐

[stardustdiiving]

Me explaining in terms of strictly how I read canon I think Nahida not severely punishing the Sages is just meant to convey that Nahida, even when wronged, is not a very vengeful or harsh person and makes the choice to be kind instead, but in my mind I have this idea of a Nahida interpretation which elaborates on that where her self punishing tendencies extend to her being someone who internally downplays her own experiences constantly, and as a result has a hard time feeling she’s allowed or justified in placing a lot of blame on the Sages for what they did to her So while she is following her own philosophies regarding teaching lessons/wisdom/etc in how to handle the Sages and genuinely doesn’t want to be really angry or punishing because of who she is as a person, her decision is also influenced by the fact she’s basically blocked herself out of grappling with how to handle people who hurt her by blaming herself for said hurt instead as a coping mechanism. And like this is all just me being insane about Nahida Trauma and not something explicitly implied in canon but also I really do think this isn’t a far stretch from her canon characterization especially when my vision isn’t to conclude that Nahida needs to be angry and vengeful but she should extend the kindness she shows others to herself and also every day I get tormented thinking about she was the mental equivalent of an average human child when the Sages found her and how they basically specifically discarded her for being a child and the idea of how Nahida would pick up on + internalize that and eventually need time to unlearn it

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[lestrede]

we've learnt for a fact now that tom feels the full range of human emotions towards greg and that he can't let anyone in or he'll die. so how does he express his emotions? the only way he can let himself. he wants to be a specific kind of person, a roy, and how he is feeling and what he wants to do does not fit in with how these people behave. he doesn’t do it because it’s natural. he does it because he has to. he throws insults at it and tries to wrestle it to the ground but it feels weak because his heart isn’t in it.

neither greg or tom are like the roys at their core. they weren’t raised in it. there are moments of real happiness for the two of them when they’re alone and can just be themselves. there's something different in their relationship dynamic here than the relationships the siblings have. it doesn’t feel as bittersweet because they aren’t as fundamentally broken.

tom is more guarded, of course, he’s received some emotional damage from shiv so he always says or does something to keep greg just far enough away. he’s learnt vulnerability is dangerous. every time he tries to show shiv that he loves her she makes him feel like he’s done it wrong. this season he started behaving in a way that would get through to her but that didn’t feel good to him either, didn’t save him from being fired, nothing.

shiv needed the kind of love tom gave her the same way tom needs what greg gives him. but the difference is tom is more capable of accepting love from people he cares about and wouldn’t hurt greg any deeper than a weak insult, even if he could.

tom knows what it’s like to have to beg for someone who is supposed to care about you to do something for you, so when greg asked if he could possibly save him from going to jail he says load me up without a second thought. he cares about greg’s feelings and would sacrifice something of his own for them and it’s this empathy that tom has that the roy family is lacking.

it’s not hard for tom to think to do something for another person for no reason other than it would make that person feel good. no quid pro quo. but even when tom does do something good for greg he 'can’t stand the good feeling he’s engendered' because he feels like he shouldn’t be doing nice things for no reason.

the nero and sporus scene was tom telling greg he cares about him at all and “come with me, sporus?” was the marriage proposal. greg asks what’s in it for him because that’s how greg works and tom has to say “who has ever looked out for you” instead of “i want you with me”. tom cannot let him know the depth of how he feels so he lets greg think he's using him for something and only merely tolerates him, like everyone else does.

and then, because greg still doesn’t get it, or is choosing to ignore it, tom has to yell “not samson! i want you gregging for me!" he still can’t say the real reason why. the only time he’s shown his real emotions to greg is when he’s alone in a room and greg can’t see his face through the phone.

it's not a perfect relationship. it's not supposed to be. that's why it's so compelling. it’s please don't be better than me i can't stand it but i love you. it’s i’m using you to get somewhere in the world but i’ll still look after you even when i don’t need to anymore. (villainfvcker made a great post about this.)

i’m writing this after episode eight, and if they’re going all the way with greg’s transformation into a roy family member and he betrays tom in some way, it will be another case of a succession character destroying the only real connection they have for some kind of power, and regretting it later.

if anything at all, we know tom really does love greg, and that’s a satisfying enough tomgreg endgame for me, personally.

[wifegideonnav]

tbh when mitski said “you’re my best friend/now i’ve no one to tell/how i lost my best friend”

[katierosefun]

something i enjoy about suits is that these mike and harvey are literally drawn to each other because they both love a good adrenaline rush. like, mike was the one who talked harvey into giving him a job despite having zero qualifications other than his insane memory, and yet harvey already had at least 75% made up when he shook mike's hand. harvey talks about how life is like this and he likes living like this, and mike talks about how he got kicked out of a life that he's been chasing ever since. they're both scrambling after some kind of insane life and mike will say that he wants to help people (and he does! i think he really does!), but he's also the insane guy who tells himself he's helping people by also lying his way into the system in the first place. he's a guy who likes to bend the rules to get at his larger goals, and harvey's the guy who sees most rules as gentle suggestions more than anything else, so long as he just wins. they're both insane! they feed into each other's insanity! mike can play coy and pretend he'll leave harvey eventually, but then harvey wheedles his way back into mike's life with another offer or plan or suggestion and mike will go "no, harvey, i like my peaceful life right now" and then an episode later be like "nvm. what are we doing now". i'm sick to the stomach because they're literally always going to be like this. they aren't escaping each other because they recognize each other for the insane high they both want. they're literally obsessed with each other

[kwyoz]

i hate mfers that keep mischaracterizing river just because his storyline got fucked over, which fucked over his romance too.

especially people complaining that he's flirty even when you're taken, but that's an issue with literally ALL the romances.