#i linked the image that inspired this scenario

[bradleysass]

Knives - Word Count: 608 - Rosekiller

The dimly lit Slytherin common room hummed with an air of restless boredom. Barty Crouch Jr. leaned back on the plush emerald sofa, a sinister grin tugging at his lips as he opened a battered leather case. Inside lay his prized collection of knives, gleaming wickedly under the low light of the flickering fireplace.

Evan Rosier, perched on a nearby chair with his characteristic languid elegance, raised an eyebrow. “Is this what you do for fun? Collect shiny metal sticks and hope they’ll make you interesting?”

Barty’s grin widened. “Mock all you want, Rosier, but these are works of art.” He picked up a slender throwing knife, twirling it deftly between his fingers. “Each one perfectly balanced. Lethal, precise.”

Evan leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, feigning disinterest. “Impressive. Truly. You should take up knife juggling; it suits your chaotic brand.”

Barty’s eyes lit up, the spark of an idea blooming dangerously. “Actually, juggling sounds tame. I’ve got something better.” He jumped up, grabbing a stack of dartboard rings from his trunk and pinning them haphazardly to the stone wall. With a flourish, he turned to Evan. “Fancy being my target?”

Evan’s expression didn’t waver, but there was a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly serious,” Barty shot back, positioning Evan in front of the makeshift dartboard. “Relax, I’m not aiming for you. Just around you. Trust me.”

Evan crossed his arms, his cool demeanor intact. “This is either the most brilliant idea you’ve ever had or the absolute dumbest.”

“Why not both?” Barty quipped. He grabbed a throwing knife, took a step back, and flung it. The blade landed with a satisfying thunk in the wall just above Evan’s shoulder.

“Nice aim,” Evan said dryly, not even flinching. “But I’m not a painting, Crouch. Let’s wrap this up before your incompetence kicks in.”

Barty ignored him, his focus sharpening as he threw another knife, and then another. Each blade landed closer to Evan, the thrill building with every throw. Until, of course, it happened. A knife slipped from Barty’s hand at an awkward angle, hurtling directly toward Evan’s head.

Time seemed to slow. Barty’s eyes widened in horror as the blade spun end-over-end toward his friend.

Evan, however, moved like lightning. His mouth snapped open, and to Barty’s utter disbelief, he caught the knife in his teeth. There was a moment of stunned silence as the blade gleamed in Evan’s mouth, the handle protruding at an absurd angle.

Then, impossibly, Evan began to chew. The metallic crunch echoed in the room as shards of steel disappeared between his teeth.

“What the—?” Barty stammered, stumbling back a step. “Evan, you’re eating my knife!”

Evan held up a hand, chewing thoughtfully as if it were a particularly tough piece of steak. Finally, he swallowed, licking his lips with a casual air. “Not bad. A bit metallic, though. Needs seasoning.”

Barty’s jaw dropped. “You’re insane. You just… you ate a knife. Who even does that?”

Evan shrugged, dusting off his hands. “Guess you’ll have to update your collection. This one’s mine now.”

Barty stared at him, a mixture of awe and horror plastered across his face. Then, slowly, a manic grin returned. “You’re not human, are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Evan replied with a smirk, walking away as if nothing had happened.

As the common room door closed behind him, Barty glanced at his remaining knives, then back at the dartboard. “I’ve got to get this guy a real challenge,” he muttered to himself. And just like that, the seeds of his next harebrained scheme were already taking root.

[bits-and-babs]

Hey darling! Finally sending an ask, that link list inspired me haha. Pretty please can I have Din Djarin x mirror sex but specifically the mirror being a reflection from a piece of his armour across the room👀

Thanks in advance, love you long time 💕

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐒 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : The Mandalorian x f!Reader

» CONTENTS : Sexy reflections, p in v sex, cream pie (wrap it, guys, I mean it), overstimulation, filthy Mando talk, use of Mando’a. 18+, ya nasties.

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

You know he can see you, that he’s noticed exactly what occupies your attention. Perhaps it’s shallow of you that you continue to have such an affinity for the armour even after all this time. His smooth, reflective breastplate gleams in the twin sunlight of Tatooine like a polished jewel, your face projected back to you on the surface.

The Mandalorian is observant. You are confident he’s twigged the way you never quite look into his visor, instead occupied by your own face staring back at you in the gouged ‘cheekbones’ of his helmet. He would often clear his throat to recapture your attention when you found yourself momentarily distracted by the mirror image in his chest plate.

Yes, you were aware of how it looked. It appeared self-obsessed, narcissistic even, but you couldn’t shake the vivid daydream that occupied your mind, rattling around while Mando spoke and drowning out his soft, husky voice.

Stars, you wanted to fuck him. Every waking moment of the day, you were consumed by your own arousal for The Mandalorian, all triggered by one solitary thought a few weeks ago when you had caught your reflection in his pauldron.

‘I’d be able to watch him fuck me’.

The salacious thought, previously only an intrusive yet fleeting imaginary scenario, had grown into a devastatingly consuming addiction. You imagined it, his chest plate reflecting his thick, ruddy cock spearing into you, your thighs slick with your own cum and glistening on the surface of the armour. How you’d see your own body tremble and writhe against the hangar floor, overcome by the arousal he drew from you and arching your ba-

“Hey,” Mando’s ever so slightly frustrated tone rips you from your scandalous daydream, rocking you back into reality. Overcome with embarrassment, you feel your skin burn hot under his questioning gaze. “You’re not listening.”

“I’m so sorry,” you speak quietly, and stars you mean it. It’s mortifying, being caught out like this. It’s easy to wonder if Mando thinks you consider yourself an Alderani princess, contemplating all the ways you can style your hair to be the most eligible at the Festival of Light ball.

“Do you-… Do you want to explain what the problem is?” He dares to ask, The Mandalorian’s voice lilting with mild concern, as though he’s concerned you may request to take his armour for yourself.

If only it were that simple.

“… It’s the reflection.” Your admittance makes Mando stop, his immovable helmet expression staring blankly at you in question. It was agonising. He wants you to spell it out to him.

You sigh heavily.

“I want-“

His cock splits you open, sinking deep inside of you and forcing you open around his girth. You sob out, arousal blooming through your nervous system as you watch the tears drip down your cheeks.

Mando had heard your ridiculous admittance with an open mind, answering simply by removing his breastplate. The click of the latch unlocking made your hairs stand on end, helplessly watching as he stood the armour up at the head of the tiny cot.

“Eyes on your reflection.”

He has you on your hands and knees, his gloves nipping at the skin of your bare hips. Mando hadn’t removed any other item of clothing, pulling his cock out of his flight-suit pants and immediately pushing inside of you.

“Ohhhfuck!” You squeak, his length sinking inside of you almost too easily, considering how little prep you’d been granted. The ridges of his cock push up against the sensitive spots inside of you, and you watch as your jaw drops at the overwhelming sensation.

“So wet. Do you walk around like this for me all the time?” He speaks. The modulator does little to hide the strain in his voice when your walls clamp down on him, desperate for more. “Leaking down your thighs for me, Sarad.”

You wail softly, staring at the reflection of The Mandalorian as his hips begin to rock forward and into you. His undulating body looks long and broad in the mirror image of the beskar armour. The rippling muscles of his abdomen flex and curl underneath the thin canvas of his black flight suit.

“Stars,” you wheeze as he suddenly picks up the pace, your fingers gripping tightly onto the bed sheets on the cot. Mando’s tentative testing seems to end, his hips picking up speed and force when he finds the confidence he will not hurt you.

Arching your back, you push your hips back into his thrusts. It sets off a string of grunts and groans from The Mandalorian. “Fuck- you’re so tight around me, Sarad. So tight and f-fucking wet.”

It’s so unusual for him; words usually buried deep unless absolutely necessary. You’re unsure you’ve ever heard him talk so much, his voice growing louder with each slap of his skin against the curve of your ass.

“Fuck- I’d… I’d let you ruin my armour with this pretty pussy,” he rambles, hands squeezing at every handful of flesh he can; your hips, your ass, your waist and breasts. “You can gr-hngg grind against it, mark it up with how wet you are. Make you lick it off-“

“Mando!” You choke out, each syllable of his utterly filthy words pulsing through you and blurring your vision of the chest plate with the tears that well in your eyes.

“Stars, just- Just mark me up with that pretty cunt. Stain my tassets. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get to watch as you drag it over my beskar-“

You’re seeing double, the vision of Mando fucking into you at a mind-numbing pace making you light-headed. You can feel it build, feel it grow and tease at the edges of your body.

“I-I’m gunna c-ughhhh!”

Mando simply reaches around you, pushing the leather-clad pad of his thumb against your clit.

The supernova that blasts through you burns your muscles as they clamp down around him, sobbing loudly and forcing your eyes open to witness your writhing body in the outline of the armour.

Mando’s hips stutter in the image projected back to you, and you both watch and feel him bury deep inside you, cumming with a trembling groan. His palm splays across your lower back, pressing your upper body down against the mattress and continuing to fuck you through the obliterating overstimulation that follows.

Credits:

— Gif Credits unknown- let me know so I can tag you!

— Mandalorian divider created by me using Picsart stickers.

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[acidsplashes]

alright babes, empurata prowl pt3!! feat. prowl & shockwave and prowl & bluestreak

post pt1 (linked) post pt2 (linked)

au credit goes to @keferon!! please get some sleep

Shockwave & Prowl:

this scenario is inspired by a post i can't find (whoever said something about what if Prowl was captured/put in Shockwave's lab), and Shockwave's "priorities" are heavily based on the fic Logical Proposals (Soundwave/Shockwave).

**Assume Prowl is utilizing comms or Bumblebee-esc binary to talk.

Prowl & Bluestreak, feat. Prowl as a parental figure:

i have even more doodles, but the image cap strikes again 😔

my posts keep glitching and reordering my posts when i save them as drafts or post them. after much trial and error, it looks like the page break was messing it up somehow? might not've been, but i finally got the images to behave so i'm gonna stop messing with it lmfao

Logical Proposals:

you :) you should read it

but heed the tags and the archive warnings!!

[lamemaster]

The Magician

Request: I feel like it's required for phantom of the opera to be maglor lol! A mask and cloak to hide ears, the light of the Trees,(which could also be why s/o thought of him as an angel!) and his scarred palm. Singing his hauntingly beautiful tragedies into the night, that is where our 'Christine' learned to sing. How very fitting. *Low key inspired by silmapens art of him doing theater*

Pairing(s): Maglor x Reader / (Spoiler) x Reader

Genre: Phantom of the Opera au (hehe)

AN: Fall event yayyyyy~ (Also the way I had half of this thing written before the request is not real. We share the same brain cell anon)

The Shadow, the Wraith—there are many names for the phantom that haunts the halls of Kalis Hala. A sprite whose steps echo at the untimely hours of the night.

Some call him a spirit, others claim he is a man from the East with long, flowing hair, while whispers tell of a doomed elf.

But the theater and its ghost remain inseparable. Entwined in rumors is the Shadow, whose words and music transformed a ramshackle puppet shop into the most esteemed theater in the kingdom.

A legend that holds within it the dreams of hundreds and the tears of thousands. Its backstage hums with the chatter of its artists, its seats brimming with patrons that multiply with each passing day.

Behind the rich, velvety curtains, you stand, clutching a letter. From your confidante, the one whose angelic voice, heard by many, is yet to be linked to a face. The one whose name is engraved on the door of Box Five.

His voice found you in your darkest hour. In the attic of discarded props, you first encountered his mournful notes. And that was how you met him. Ghost to many, the Magician to you.

But tonight, as you prepare to face the crowd for your debut as the lead singer, your heart pounds with uncertainty. In your grasp lies the Magician’s letter—his demands and requirements for tonight’s show.

Your name, written boldly as the lead—a demand that unsettled many. For an unknown nobody from the company to take center stage. Amid the glares and whispers, you murmur his name.

With your eyes closed, you conjure the fleeting image of his flowing black robes of mourning, his nimble fingers wrapped in silken veils, an unchanging presence during your secret meetings. His voice, unlike that of any mortal. His songs that could make you weep, laugh, or slumber at his will.

In the middle of the second act, your eyes find him, and your heart skips a beat.

With renewed fervor, you sing for him, a smile threatening to break across your lips. The rest of the show passes in a blur. As soon as the final note fades, you rush to your changing room, as fast as your feet will carry you.

In the crowded hallway, full of sweaty, euphoric actors, you somehow end up in his arms. You drink in the sight of him as his arms wrap around your waist.

The knight of your dreams.

Tonight, he has decided, tonight will be the night he reveals himself to you—his angel, away from Valinor. The bearer of his songs.

Maglor had watched you perform from the rafters, from the safety of rooms unknown even to the oldest patrons.

Tonight, when the world craves to hold you, he will be the one to claim your time and affection.

And perhaps, in time, you will come to love him—his mask, and beyond. The scars of the Silmaril may yet be healed by the kiss of your lips. You are his salvation.

He waits for you in your changing room, hidden behind the mirror that leads to his secret tunnels. Tonight, you will see him in your reflection.

Barely resisting the urge to claw at his mask, Maglor waits. Any moment now.

From minutes to hours, to the pale sprinkling of dawn, he waits. But you do not come.

His mind races with scenarios—wild, maddening thoughts. Has someone dared lay claim to his prodigy? Did he not make his intentions clear to the patrons?

It isn’t until later that he sees the reason for your absence. The gleaming knight of Rivendell. Once Lord of the House of the Golden Flower—Glorfindel. Seated in the box closest to you, his gaze fixed on you, your careless, fleeting glances in his direction tinkering with your faltering notes.

Your changing room, once overflowing with roses from Maglor, is now invaded by the cheer of the Golden Flower.

With clenched fists, crescent moons imprinted on his palms, Maglor watches as you effortlessly fall into the arms of the golden lord, who tucks back your wayward hair with aching familiarity.

"You must meet him," you prattle cheerfully to the blurred figure of your phantom. "Glorfindel is a friend. A savior. I wouldn't be here—"

Your words die in your throat as an unseen force seizes your lips, silencing you. Panic floods your chest as you look to the Magician. The usual warmth in his presence has been replaced by a chilling cold.

"You skipped four notes tonight," he declares, his voice like ice. "Is this the time for such cheer?" His words echo harshly in the attic.

You stare at him, helpless. It had never crossed your mind that your Magician—the source of your music and song—could wield such cruelty. He had always been your muse, never your fear, despite the rumors that clung to his name.

"Do not succumb to distractions. Stay away from the lordling." His sneer cuts deep, giving you no chance to respond. "Do you understand, my Lark?" he asks, finally releasing the grip he held over your words.

Gasping for air, your gaze meets his, laced with the sting of betrayal. The bond you had so carefully built with the shadow of Kalis Hala now feels fragile, fractured. Beyond the veil, you see him pacing, agitated.

"He is a friend, like you are," you plead, your voice soft. "Glorfindel will cause no harm. He is dear to me." Your words carry the weight of memories—of the time when the elven lord had saved you from the plague that ravaged the village of your birth. "I will not falter again. There will be no err in my music. Not because of him."

"I am the owner of this theater. I am the source of your fame, the music in your words. It would do you well to remember that, my Lark. Do not dismiss my words so willfully." His voice hisses like a venomous snake, fury so intense it feels as though centuries couldn’t contain it.

"Now throw away those jarring yellow flowers and rest for the night," he commands. The rage evaporates, replaced by the familiar tenderness you once knew, leaving you bewildered by the ghost of the opera.

You do not reply. Nor do you offer him reassurance. You will not abandon your friend over an unwarranted tantrum.

That night, you ignore his words for the first time. Leaving the pearls untouched on your dresser, you pull on your shawl and slip into the chilly night, finding yourself on the director’s mare, racing toward the manor on the outskirts of town.

In his arms, you are delightfully human. He can feel the steady rhythm of your heart, and his thumbs trace the warmth of your flushed cheeks. Unbothered by your sweat-slicked brow, Glorfindel presses his forehead gently against yours. "You were marvelous," he whispers, his voice full of elvish delight.

You truly were. Your songs, your voice, the graceful movement of your limbs in perfect sync with the dancers—it was something he would never forget.

Perhaps Lúthien was the fairest elleth to ever walk on Arda, and her dance enchanting enough to lure Beren. But to Glorfindel, you surpassed all legends. He loved you for reasons he couldn’t fully explain.

Why had his reborn heart bound itself to a mere mortal? A woman he had plucked from the very brink of death, whose faint pulse he had nursed back to life.

He loved you because, when everything else in Arda seemed to wither under the corruption of darkness, you lived. You clung to life—and to him.

His thoughts are interrupted by sudden screams. Chaos ripples through the theater, and the sickly sweet smell of death fills the air.

On the stage lies the broken body of a guardsman, crumpled and lifeless. A note is stuffed into his frozen mouth, his face twisted in eternal terror.

Words, elegantly written:

The Elven Lord must return.

The message leaves you pale and trembling in Glorfindel's arms. Your eyes dart around the empty stage, scanning the deserted seats, dread curling at the edges of your mind.

And then as if the familiar sense of dreadful choking returned with the burning gaze of your Magician. His presence- unwavering in the shadows, prowling in on your world.

[bilightningwhumper]

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institutional whump (partially inspired by the BBU community)

noncon/ nsfw (majority of my noncon scenes are kept to whumpee's perspective only, not the whumper), more explicit in consensual situations, but I am a descriptive writer regardless

Female/lady whump, as well as male and enby whump

Captive whump

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Conditioning whump

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gore

main character death (unless it's a whumper)

explicit underage (try not to, anyway; will have warnings if that occurs)

Consensual incest (thought I'd had it on this list but just noticed I didn’t; tbh, this is a squick of mine, too)

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All characters are LGBT+ and/or neurodiverse unless stated otherwise. If you want to be on a taglist, feel free to dm/pm me or comment on the post, as I don't update on a schedule (just whenever I finish a piece/chapter).

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Whumpees Masterlists-

~My Lady/Female Whumpee-led Story/Fic Collection~

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Main works-

~Belonging to Nightmares: a "12 Dancing Princesses" inspired story~

~BtN Masterlist~

The New Eden Institution series: Omegaverse institutional/nonhuman-adjacent/conditioning whump, retelling Fairy Tales in a Modern Dystopia AU with LGBT+ and neurodivergent characters (more modern than medieval, but you'll see why as stories go on)

TNEI Tumblr Masterlist Ao3 link to series TNEI Ao3 link Masterlist Mangst 2024 Masterlist with this series

Shadow of a Shield: Omegaverse AU with alternate ending to Endgame where some Avengers had unknown children

SoaS Series Masterlist Ao3 link to series (in the process of being rewritten) SoaS Ao3 link Masterlist

Temptations of Fate: Sapphic Romeo and Juliet-inspired angels/demons story

ToF Masterlist

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My AI-less Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

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Corresponding Ao3 Collections for October 2024 events

I don't know what's going to happen in the coming years, as I live in the USA (even if I'm in a relatively "safe" state). But I plan on writing as much as I can until I can't anymore. If I stop, it won't be because I wanted to.

[starflungwaddledee]

So this is just a question out of curiosity . So I first found you from the comic where Bandana Dee and Morpho fuse, and I really liked it (even inspired me to attempt to make my own Morpho Magolor character). But now I'm wondering, if it's part of an AU, what IS the AU exactly. Like what's different about Kirby, Bandana Dee, and some of the others here?

hi there, thank you so much!!

I'm glad you enjoyed that comic and the idea of the morpho fusions; they're very fun to play around with! the chrysalis au is less of an entire developed alternate world state, and more of a what-if scenario

(another cheeky lil' image from the vault! this is a slightly older/less detailed design before i'd figured out what i was doing with the markings on the visor and the spear and the larger open patches on the wings to make them more fragile, etcetera)

the main thing is probably that i headcanon morpho as 1) actively targeting kirby in this au, and 2) being capable of 'possessing' someone without permanently killing or absorbing them

additionally i like to think that each possession could look different, based on who is absorbed and why. in morpho dee's case, he is minimally changed (and minimally armoured) on purpose by morpho: to make it harder for his friends to effectively battle him

kirby, bandee, and the others are all mostly unchanged up until bandee's run in with the butterfly. and after that it's obviously extremely tragic and stressful a rescue mission!!

maybe i'll eventually come back to add more depth of plot to this au, but for now i think the tasty parts of this one are delivered in the active conflict rather than the world state itself!

as for other fusions, i'd love to see yours if you make one! I've considered a magolor one myself, but i recall seeing one some time ago that was so phenomenal i'm scared to even try; though do you think i can find it now to link it... ? no 😭

i do however have others from alternate endings of this au....!

[lurkinggirlie]

🌸 💐 ELRIEL FANFIC INCOMING.

This fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with @violetasteracademic about drunk elriel/club elriel sort of scenario.

It’s not what I had in mind when I initially sat down to write it, but here’s a sneak peek below !! (I’ll post the ao3 link once I’m done writing it) I just needed motivation to finish it sooo yeah here’s the beginning.

“Then go off on adventures. Go drink and fuck strangers. But stay away from the Cauldron.” Nesta had told her.

It wasn’t that Elain wasn’t curious about those things, all three things to be exact. The drinking, the strangers and of course the cauldron. The latter while still being subject of intrigue was not her aim for the night as she got ready. She had never gotten drunk, tipsy yes. But that was usually her limit, she never pushed herself beyond it. And then there was the question of the strangers. The idea of it brought an involuntary blush to her cheeks, she wasn’t opposed to the idea. It was that she couldn’t imagine a stranger without her mind turning it into the face of a familiar someone. The hazel eyes, the full lips. She shut her eyes trying to shake the image of him.

[vivisviolets]

Hi vivi! Hope you are doing well ❤️ I would love to join your game! initials: S.Q

pronouns: she/her, preferred gender: he/ him

3 of your fav things: FOOOD! , music 🫶, jamming out💕

Thank you so much!!! 💙

S.Q 🩵🎈🦕 ☇✑ The Sun (reversed), Seven of Cups (reversed), Five of Swords, King of Swords (reversed) (bonus card), Nine of Cups (reversed) (bottom of deck) ☇✑ 111, 333, 1313, 2323, life path 5, Aries/Virgo/Gemini/Cancer/Aquarius placements (rising, degrees, 1st/6th/3rd/4th/11th house, Venus, Mars, etc) "rescued"/escape, jade, bottle green, channeled song - The Dull Flame of Desire - Björk (feat. Anohni) ☇✑ the reversals may appear *scary* but HEAR ME OUT wait a damn minute (meme)- how interesting the images I picked, mostly kisses when I was searching (and then I picked the 3rd bc cute socks lol),- they'll be many moments of "renewal", framed like a film the two of you collaborated on to make... the colors blossoming like film developing,- both of you reaching into each other's heart- this will be emotionally mutual. not give and take- instead, both of you becoming ingrained in each other, weaving yourselves into the space around you- it's an intense experience... especially to your heart- I can feel it squeezing itself and beating deeply..and I'm hearing another song- Jóga by Björk ("-This state of, emergency, how beautiful to be - State of, emergency, is where I want to be") I feel this intensity may come as some sort of "relief". like one, or both of you, may have been made to be a ghost, a *stain* on the wall- this could have been due to bullying by peers/family... something about being in this big community and being on the outside of everyone (maybe you or this person experienced this exact scenario- I'm hearing during preschool, church, or maybe even a support group for "struggling"/troubled children...❤️) (*An Echo, a Stain* by Björk- I swear to you all of these songs aren't biased this is coming up naturally.. it's like being played through subway speakers- like her music got chosen as the film's soundtrack-) Good god ANYWAYS- WOO- ok, I want to get into who quote-on-quote (cus free will exists) "your" person is-... I know I already picked so many signs but he may be on the cusps of Capricorn in his placements (sidereal astrology?), or have Saturn placements... Nothing about this young man is inherently "bad", but there are areas (linking back to where his Capri/Saturn placements are) that are karmic, this may come from a family line- as I'm seeing darkness... but it's not- bad... its just shades of color, the shades of color he was brought into- harry potter mention (ik pls hear me out) but it's giving Slyterine energy. your person doesn't have a bad reputation, at all actually, but due to association of certain themes in his life, it would be "easy" to place judgments on him... yet there is something about his (outward?) appearance that- makes anyone who would be quick to judge, suddenly at ease around him. *for example*: maybe he was homeless, or in foster care in his early stages of life, and people may assume from that background that his personality is callus, avoidant, maybe even volatile... but he isn't- he's instead a little shy, caring, and altruistic- this is the type of guy who volunteers at emergency housing shelters -those are the characteristics I want you to look for, as you search through this world & keep an eye out for your person. you have to pay attention to the ones who transform their brokenness. ok- I have got to mention, the downtime you'll share with this person- is so "unique".. it's like you'll be sitting somewhere with people walking around you, and it's like everyone is in fast-forward/blurring, and you two are in this non-blurred bubble, just chilling. because yall own the time and space 🌌around you or whatever~ also this person is an artist of some kind, I'm hearing musicals like guitar/bass/piano/etc, and you'll inspire them a lot, and oh speaking of you'll both be really into certain fandoms- maybe not hp💀💀- but similar book taste is coming through, anime/series/movies, and music! I'm seeing concerts being a regular date for both of you (I'm hearing Ryn Weaver?)!! despite past experiences, I know both of you have built enough inner peace to keep growing~ together❤️.

*i hope this was helpful my darling ♡~ consider leaving a tip on my Patreon if you enjoyed, or follow and become a violet~ doesnt matter to me tho :>~ sending you on your wayyyy, bye bye!!*

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

Story Plan Updates & 700 followers gift.

Hello,

Sorry for the infrequent ask responses, I have been writing, coding and doing a bit of story planning.

So I think I have an idea of how the story is going to flow with these new changes I have been making. I had to scrap a few characters which I am kinda sad about because I really liked them and made deep whole story arcs with them but it's okay. I'll save them if I make another book series after this one.

I am also changing the fact that all secret characters will be in this first book instead of being spread out. How and when? Hell if I know. I have updated their page, you can check it out here: Link

Also I added images to the tapestry of fate lore post, I plan to add more images to those as I go forward.

Last thing, the last follower reward poll I did was like for 200 followers and now... we are literally at 700.

I just-🧍🏽‍♀️

Ok first of all, THANK YOU EVERYONE! It means so much to me that this many people like my story and characters, you all are a blessing and inspiration for me to keep going. I hope I don't let you all down!

I will host another follower gift poll but I might need some ideas. If you guys have any let me know.

For now what I have in mind for winner options are:

Design a magic familiar option for the game. (1 winner)

Create a in game trait, positive or negative (3 winners)

Short stories requests, I'll write a short story for any character in whatever scenario the winner requests. (5 winners)

Release secret character portraits.

Lastly, did I seriously never post the secret character short stories? I remember working on it after it won the 200 followers poll but now looking back I just- straight up never did?

GUYS! Y'all could of let me know. 😭

I'm so sorry, I'll do that right now and post it as soon as I finish.

[rach172]

The Office Fic Idea:

Okay, I was rewatching the Office again when S06E01 Gossip played. It was as I was listening to dear Andy's(he's my fav and I'll never forgive the writers for doing him dirty like they did) 'Hypothetical Scenario' involving Brad Pitt and a Cabana when the thought hit me...that is an extremely specific situation to be referencing. Which brings us to the prompt, wouldn't it be hilarious if that actually happened. Like a young Andy, either fresh out of Highschool, or possibly during college, went on vacation to a beach resort somewhere, coincidentally the same place that Brad Pitt went to 'get away from it all'.

There are several routes this could take, alcohol and dares may have been involved, maybe it was because of whatever equivalent of a scienceology challenge was going on at the time. The reasoning isn't important, just that the actor ended up planting one on Andy Bernard and the Nard-Dog ended up with an I.O.U. that he should feel free to cash in at any time in exchange for 1. Not suing and 2. Keeping the incident under wraps.

Which brings us to the fun part of the fic. Andy calls in that favor, maybe to get tickets to a sold out show, or arrange a meeting between Oscar and his favorite Director/Actor/Writer/Whatever. Or maybe one of Oscars relatives has an emergency back in Mexico, or he missed his flight and is currently stranded in a foreign country because all outgoing planes are booked full for at least a week? No need to fear cause the Nard-Dog knows a guy with access to a private jet that totally owes him one. And once its out Oscar just thinks back to that conversation they had and is just...in shock. His boyfriend kissed Brad Pitt! What the hell Andy?!!! Can ya'll tell I love Oscar/Andy btw? :D But no seriously, I think this scenario is hilarious and it can pretty much work with any pairing or even no pairing. I might try to write something for it eventually myself, but in case I don't get to it, or wont do it justice, I'm putting this out there in case any competent writers who loves Andy as much as I do gets inspired. Also, if somebody already did something similar and I just haven't found it, I apologize and please let me know so that I can read it and link it here!

In any case, may you all get as much giggles out of this mental image as I did! :D

[star-trek-smash-or-pass]

Hey guess what

Did you guess "new blog in the smash or pass ecosystem but this one specialises in trek characters"? I fucking hope so. Because that's all I've got here!

I was inspired of course by @charactersmashorpass / @charactersmashorpass-2 but also @smashingorpassing and especially @ace-attorney-smash-or-pass who put the fandom specificity idea in my head.

Please only interact (this includes submitting characters) if you are 18 or older. If you're part of a system, this has to be true both for all fronters at the time of any given interaction and for the body. All polls will run for a week, if one doesn't I posted it wrong and you're free to point it out.

Rules for character submissions:

(they got a bit long so they're going under the cut, along with the link)

Has to be from a licensed Star Trek medium. Beta canon is fine, OCs are not. Unless it's very funny, then I might make a (rare!) exception.

They don't have to be a major character or even appear more than once but it'd be good if there was enough canon information for people to make an informed decision. Having a canon appearance (that isn't super blurry) would almost always fulfil this requirement but you may have to provide an image yourself.

It is not a requirement for it to be feasible to have sex with them. If you wanna fuck a non-corporeal character, we'll assume you'd figure out a way. It will be assumed they also really wanna try to have sex with you if you choose smash.

Controversially, I will not have a universal minimum age but they do have to pass the Harkness test which includes being of sexual maturity for their species (tho I'll rule they also have to be of more general maturity for their species, some real life humans become "sexually mature" before their teens but that doesn't mean you should fuck them; characters from asexually reproducing species will ofc only be judged on overall maturity). If their age is unknown or it's unknown when their species would be considered mature, I will consider the way the narrative treats them. So TL;DR: Kes is fine, Zero is not.

(As an extension of this, artificial life forms designed to function like adults will not be disqualified based on how long they've been active while artificial life forms designed to emulate children/minors will never qualify. Where this line is drawn in unclear cases will be decided by me on a case by case basis. So the EMH is fine, Lal is not.)

(recently adjusted) If the character is shown at different life stages within one series, I will judge based on the one people are most likely to think of when they think of that character (eg Jake and Nog are not acceptable) and if they are to be considered from another series where they are an adult, they have to be at least a recurring character in it, very small narrative roles and cameos do not count. As a rule of thumb: if someone only watching the show where they're an adult would remember them after, that's probably okay. So Prodigy!Wes is fine, Picard!Wes is not.

That said, you are allowed to submit specific versions of a character, including alternate timeline versions, if they pass all other requirements, eg you can submit specifically Solid Odo or Dilf Harry from the episode Timeless, but you still can't submit adult Naomi from Shattered.

I reserve the right to reject any submission, especially if I have reason to believe it was made in bad faith, but other than that scenario I don't think this is likely to happen.

Here's the link to the submission form:

Have fun! <3

[e3khatena]

What're your top 4 favourite games of all time?

I actually pretty recently went through my Top 25 on Twitter but that's mostly a contextless image with no words to it, so I do wanna spend a little more time to highlight my four favorite games (1024 words):

4. Earthbound (SNES, 1995)

Earthbound is a truly superb JRPG, with a kitsch and a camp to it that feels simultaneously cheesily-dated and timeless to boot, with a charisma and world that's ripe for exploration, from a guy who is a master craftsman of compelling stories. This is by far my favorite game to actually play in the SNES' library.

3. Hypnospace Outlaw (PC/XBO/PS4/Switch, 2019)

Back-to-back 90s-flavored games with phenomenal storytelling, Hypnospace Outlaw is a game about playing the moderator of an alternate timeline's niche corner of the Internet. Users on Hypnospace create webpages with their mind so they can hang out and be productive while asleep, and the characters are deeply nuanced with tons of personal details and secrets in tow. It's fun to be an enforcer and track down cases, but it's just as fun to go down the rabbit hole and follow links, and your curious nature is handily rewarded with shortcuts, hacks to be a better enforcer, fun Angelfire/Geocities webpages with MIDIs or ripped MP3s for backing music, and an utterly stellar story of corporate mismanagement, cover-ups, and an attempt to pin this universe's Y2k bug on an innocent kid that makes up the game's final act, a retrospective as you work to archive Hypnospace for modern audiences and tie up any loose ends. Jay Tholen's world is eclectic, surreal, and so oppressively 90s that you *will* listen to their fake Linkin Park on its own long after you play this.

2. Hot Dogs, Horseshoes, & Hand Grenades (PCVR, 2016-)

Rust LTD's range simulator/physics sandbox stands out as one of the defining games in PCVR spaces. Being the brainchild of developer Anton Hand and having been in incredibly active development for eight years, H3VR's dedication to the craft of firearm simulation is matched with a quirky, lighthearted sense of humor that extends into the enemies; sosigs bleed mustard* and say cheesy one-liners or compliment the player before exploding into meat, and Anton's strict adherence to not including real-world human enemies or gore extends to the lore explanation of the seemingly endless number of enemies being a giant meat grinder and casing stuffer that brings units to life. This has pissed off *tons* of fans of other VR FPSes, but I've been long enamored with Anton's realization that what people want from gore (satisfying particles and deformation, cathartic violence) can be done super cheaply and in an approachable manner for all-ages while still maintaining a very strong network of AI pathing and handling systems.

Even if you aren't fighting the enemies, the game's core simulations are still fun to engage with, with lovingly rendered guns that let you see their specific oddities, effectively digitally preserving over 500 firearms, both real and fictional (including a handful of pop cultural pieces like the guns from Robocop, Blade Runner, and Team Fortress 2 in an official collab with Valve) and their inner workings while giving you an expansive sandbox for building scenarios, be they IPSC-style accuracy trials or a simple bed of targets to plink at. Anton still updates this game weekly, working on things like night vision goggles/scopes, thermal cameras, and a Hitman-inspired ImSim mode. Despite this, Anton still does not see the game as a 1.0 finished build, and has plans to continue updating the game for a long while to come.

Cruelty Squad (PC, 2021)

There is no other game like Cruelty Squad, man. Its roots lie in underground artist Ville Kallio, a Finnish creator of the strange, surreal, and visceral. So much of Kallio's art centered around video games and they way they depict and discuss violence, and he took his work to its logical conclusion with an Immersive Sim unlike any other. The visuals are garish, the music is shoddy, the maps are nonsensical with a bizarre fetishization of ad-soaked dystopia, and does a great job of putting you into the headspace of the depressed former Death Squad member Empty Fuck, who finds himself becoming a gig economy worker settling petty corporate disputes for his former boss with the aid of a slew of lethal, stupid weaponry.

For your trouble, you're paid out a pittance, so most of your income has to come from side hustles. Gibbing enemies lets you harvest their organs, which is fantastic for you as modern medicine has made death a thing of the past, stitching cadavers back to life and saddling them with medical debt. If you're not fishing or playing the incredibly volatile stock market that experiences a short squeeze that reaches MOASS levels, you're organ harvesting, which also nets you an opportunity to steal a fallen foe's weapons after you scoop up his liver and kidneys, as you can only get new guns by carrying them out with you on a successful hit. The game takes you to cultist lairs, cushy offices with armed guards, a bombed out nightclub in Helsinki created in the aftermath of a chemical weapons attack to blockbust the district, and straight up to Cruelty Squad HQ to confront the balance of life and death in the world.

Cruelty Squad is truly so beautiful in its unabashed ugliness. The NPCs complain about their life and financial woes while their bosses gamble the extracted value of their labor on buying new yachts, advertisements for the game's brands are everywhere, and though the wealthy bourgeois are free to flaunt their wealth and perversion, the common prole finds themselves in a constant loop of being caught in the crossfire of mass shootings and waking up an instant later with discharge paperwork and a hospital bill. Kallio has made a truly chaotic, bitter, visceral world mirroring our own frustrations with the modern technology and finance sectors, and displays an incredible understanding of game design through all of the design decisions clearly meant to draw the most ire and frustration. It's not an easy game to enjoy, Cruelty Squad. It's difficult with an unfair difficulty curve and some decently bad levels, but my GOD its marriage of Deus Ex and Hitman ImSim sensibilities and a passionate disdain for late-stage Capitalism make it an easy choice for my favorite game of all time.

[etherfabric]

Hey!I really resonate with the way you write your readings and would love a reading from you! I feel like theres a message I need to hear but feel like Im kind of blocked rn. I wanted to ask what is it that I need to let go of and what is the message I need to hear? Im also happy to pay! Thanks again! 💖

Also the link you posted in your pinned leads to the user creating their own post-- wanted to let you know!

(thank you so much for telling me about the faulty link, i deleted it)

Hey there! Really glad I managed to offer something that inspired you to approach me. According to the cards I pulled for you, this is my reading:

Knight of Pentacles rx, 9 of Swords, Ace of Cups rx

I get a feeling of you not noticing how hard you are on yourself. You kind of delude yourself about the way to go about healing in general - subconsciously, you still think it's your job to make the past hurts undone; to make yourself unscathed, like it never happened, and everything else would be a moral failure on your part. Especially laziness is something you don't want to be guilty of, so you push yourself to things that you wouldn't even consider aiming for if you truly knew what healing actually means.

Healing means making it possible for yourself to experience the exact opposite of the hurt you had to endure. The body, mind and soul already naturally strive for healing, you don't have to manually push them in that direction. Like when you cut your hand, the healing happens when you don't interfere, or you can even support the natural progression of things. If you ignore the cut, act like the cut isn't there, you will be more likely to make decisions that can sabotage the healing process. When you accept your cut, are conscious of it, don't fight its existence, you are much more likely to make supportive decisions.

The same applies to wounds of the soul and mind. We have to turn towards them, acknowledge them, make them part of our conscious self image, and that often means feeling the accompanying pain again. Like seeing the blood in the cut. It's scary, it's ugly, it's not what you would pick as a pleasant afternoon activity. But wounds need tending to, or it will fester. Being ashamed of a wound makes you hide it. But you can't heal what you hide from yourself.

What you try to accomplish with superficial action - and what makes you very impatient with the results, or lack thereof - could be actually achieved with learning about your own cycles and rhythms, and especially how to go with them instead of against them. Like when you encounter a period of fatigue, don't look for ways to erase the fatigue, look for ways to work with it. What tasks can be dropped? Who is pressuring you out of your body's signals? Why do you listen to them and not your body? In what small ways can you be on your side?

When you get angry, don't look for ways to surpress it and replace it with a "better" emotion, find out what you need to just let it be as much as possible. Do you feel unsafe to express it with certain people in your life? What do you make the anger mean morally?

Or anxiety. Stop giving yourself To Do lists that are written for someone without anxiety. You can't summon a second soul who never saw what you saw into your body. Be mindful of your anxiety. Plan with it, accomodate it, embrace it.

What makes you scared of letting yourself be as you actually are? What are the concrete horror scenarios? And what steps could you take to cushion yourself against them, so stepping into the scary parts of yourself feels a little less scary? Is it having a talk with someone? Looking for another job? Asking for help? Admitting something?

This is not a one and done event. It's a process. A dedication towards yourself. I don't make the rules, and as a person with heavy Capricorn placements and deep shame, I had to learn this against my will the very, very hard way of chronic illness; to actually listen to my body's natural rhythms instead of bruteforcing my scared-of-my-true-self-so-i'd-rather-try-to-be-this-character ideas through me. For most of my life, I was cursing my limitations, and obsessed over how to break free of them, instead of looking for a rhyme and reason within them.

There is one. A rather beautiful one, actually. You will learn there is a wisdom so ancient inside of you, that speaks a language older than words, that is connected to everything you see, and no one can ever take it away from you. Getting in touch with it is a process in itself, and it will have periods of silence where you can fall back on your other strategies (and actually tweak them with your new knowledge, so they become more authentic to your true essence) but it's very worth it, and it will return, and your intentions always matter and will yield results.

And then you can witness the miracle of your energy flowing naturally, ebb and flow, flux and reflux, without any force or violence, and neither highs nor lows can scare you into lack mindsets. Because you know where it all comes from, and that place is eternal. And all the parts of you that you ignored and bulldozed through all this time (no judgement, you were told that's the way to do it) will be on board and provide their energy as well. Which will be more than you ever had. But you need to give it time. This is the kind of process where every day will feel the same, you won't see any improvements, even regression (because you stopped using fear/adrenaline to get things done) but once you truly stepped out of your own way enough, nature will take over. Keep at it, know where those pushy mindsets come from that will pop up again and again (*cough* capitalism *cough*) and I promise it will be better than ever, in a dimension I couldn't possibly describe to someone who hasn't lived it themselves.

...whoo, that was quite a lot, and also heavy, but actually that's exactly the stuff that makes Tarot reading so worth it imo. I truly hope it was what you were looking for. And about payment, the offer is very generous and flattering, but I don't feel comfortable taking money for this. You could donate the amount you were willing to give to a charity of your own choice, whatever you resonate with. Or maybe give the amount to the person behind you at the grocery store to help with necessities. I am very blessed with having everything I need already, but times are tough for many right now.

Thank you so much for trusting me with this question, I hope you could get something out of it. I really enjoyed channeling this 🙏

[innaillus]

Hey doll! I just found your art and elfjwoifuhaskfh holy shit the way you draw Sukuna is crazy good like omfgggg got me feeling wayssss. You draw him so deliciously THICC omergurd. Just wanted to ask if it is OK with you if I write a fic based on your Day 28 of fawktoberbecause that is some HOT SHIT. Ofc, I will credit and link back to you as inspo, but wanted to check first if that was OK cause I didn't see it in your rules.

Hello!

Thank you and welcome to my blog!

It is totally okay to get inspired by my work.

I never included any rules regarding this, because 1) I never expected to inspire people and 2) if it happens, why wouldn't it be okay to get inspired?

I may see things in a weird different way because a lot of people ask me similar questions. I guess at this point I'll need to add this info to my pinned post. I really appreciate that you asked, thank you. :)

ALSO! Since this has been discussed previously too: writers are more than welcome to use my art as cover image (even if they need to crop it), if they find my art suitable. In my eyes, this is an entirely different scenario from reposting my work by themselves.

Credits with links are much appreciated in both cases.

Take care and have fun writing! :3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfluffandfuck/748751212820758528

i thought that said 'worm hat' 😂 but it did inspire in me an image of them walking around in the snow, steeb wearing a beanie with a worm embroidered on it and asking bucky: would you still love me if i was a worm? to which bucky rolls his eyes and responds, when you were a caterpillar i'd've loved you even if you didn't turn into a butterfly 🐛

(lmfao sorry i had to get that equally sweet n corny scenario out, your queue sure is a gift that keeps on giving ✨)

[Link] to a gif set of Steve up on the mountains in CA:TFA captioned with "puts a warm hat on him"

You saying worm immediately made me think of this older incorrect quote text post with Steve and Peter 💀💀 I had to dig it up just for this

But yes! Aw! Worm hat!! He would be so fucking cute. And, of course, Bucky would still love him if he were a worm. I love where your head is at, lmao. 10/10

[optogeneticist-nsfw]

Hi! I came here to ask some advice, because you inspire me and you are cool and also because this is nsfw blog (you will understand as I explain myself)

So um.. I've been working on something original of mine, and it's a comic and it's nsfw. (I mean first 4 pages are and later in line after a while and a bunch of stuff happening it will have some more, but it important to the plot and characters) And I have no idea where and how to properly post it!

Most of my art is here on Tumblr and I love the idea of it being some sort of archive of my art, that's why I don't want to skip pages, or start posting a comic from 5th page, that would be weird, but also I want to properly censor it and put warnings and stuff.

I was thinking maybe creating a sideblog as well? Just to be safe?? And putting whole page under a cut, so people wouldn't have been jumbscared in case they haven't blocked any of the spicy tags, but still i dunno, maybe there are better ways. Or also better platforms, to post something like that there, and not on burning bird app or this hellsite.

Any advice is appreciated :з

if i were you, i would probably go with one of those free webcomic-hosting websites? i don't know much about them, but google brought me to comicfury, which seems to allow nsfw:

Your comics will only be removed if they contain illegal content.

however i would still recommend posting censored versions on twitter and/or tumblr and/or other social media sites just for visibility.

i wouldn't recommend pixiv, which is what i've been using for image hosting. it technically doesn't allow nsfw, but it enforces that by toggling your nsfw art to private a couple hours after you post it, meaning you can go back in the artwork settings and re-toggle it public afterwards. i haven't experienced any consequences from doing this, but it's also not a big deal to me if it all gets taken down one day. if you're making a webcomic, though, you'd want something more permanent.

you could technically use ao3, but ao3 doesn't host images. that means you can't upload an image directly to ao3; you have to give it a link to an image that's already on the internet. so, you'd need to find another place to upload the images. if you're at all tech-oriented, you can set up a free amazon web services bucket for image hosting and grab the links from there, but that's a little complicated.

i think a webcomic-hosting site is the best bet in your scenario!