#i still might write it someday

[stingrachelmha]

You were meant to finally rest in peace

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 12: First Time

Dew's entrusted with Aeon's first time Up Top.

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for the divider <3

Contains t4t ghouls, discussion of boundaries, a little miscommunication that is quickly resolved, but no actual smut because this got long and it was very late lol

"I'm not him, you know," Aeon says tentatively, pulling away from the barrage of kisses, even as Dew keeps backing them against the wall of their hotel room. They're somewhere they've never been before, somewhere in the middle of the United States that they can't really remember the name of. "I don't know if I want it if this is just because he's not here."

"Voidling," Dew freezes, hands caging Aeon in. Something in his hungry expression cracks, softens, and Aeon stares with wide, nervous eyes as Dew brings a hand in, running his knobby knuckles over Aeon's cheek in a sort of caress. His brow furrows. "Did you think I wanted you because Aether's back at the Abbey?"

Aeon shrinks back as much as they can. It isn't a lot, their spine already pressed to the tacky hotel wallpaper. They can't meet Dew's eyes. The silence is enough of an answer. Dew hums, and Aeon squeezes their eyes shut. They bite at their already kiss-swollen bottom lip.

"Voidling, look at me," Dew says in a tone that Aeon's never heard from the fire ghoul before. It's shockingly soft, and it's enough of a jolt to their system that they glance up, mismatched eyes meeting copper. He sighs, and Aeon tenses up as he keeps touching their cheek. "I want this because it's you. Blow off some steam, yes, but because I wanted to do this with you. If you don't, if you think you're obligated to keep going, tell me to fuck right off, okay?"

Aeon blinks, a little shellshocked. They had played it up at the Ritual a few hours earlier, falling to their knees at Dew's feet and bending back so far their helmet had brushed against the stage.

Dew had stalked up to them after bows, spindly fingers around the back of their neck burning like a brand, whispering in a low, dark tone that they'd be rooming with him tonight. It had sent a spark of something hot down their spine. And when they had gotten to the hotel, and the door had barely latched behind them before Dew was pouncing, kissing them like he meant to devour?

It hadn't been a spark. More like a bonfire.

They've tried to make up for their inexperience with enthusiasm, pretending like they haven't been staring at him since the moment they arrived Up Top a few months ago.

"Voidling?" Dew asks, an undercurrent of worry filtering into his voice. "Hey, Aeon, you alright?"

Aeon shakes their head, not as a no but to clear their head. "'M okay," they say, trying their best to maintain eye contact.

"What's goin' on in there, Aeon?" Dew asks, hand still on their cheek. "Let me in."

"I want this, I do, I'm just-" They sputter, tongue too big in their mouth, unyieldy.

"Easy. Take a breath. 'M not gonna bite. Not unless you ask."

Aeon obeys, chest heaving as they inhale hard. "I haven't done this Up Top yet, not in a vessel. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Oh," Dew's hands move down from their face, curling softly around their biceps. "That's okay. I'd be honored, voidling, that is, if you're sure you want it to be me. I haven't exactly been, ugh, the nicest to you."

Aeon flushes a dark violet, making silver freckles stand out on their cheeks. Their mismatched eyes go wide, hair falling over their forehead with how violently they nod. "Please, really want it to be you."

Dew smiles, something softer than Aeon's ever seen on the fire ghoul's face, and he reaches up to push a few strands back. The lamplight softens his sharp features, and he cocks his head. "Let me treat you right, voidling."

Aeon nods again, and Dew draws them into another kiss. This is like nothing Aeon's ever experienced, leagues of difference between this and the kisses from before, the ones that felt like Dew was trying to consume them whole. This feels almost reverent, the way Dew's lips move against theirs, the way he cups their cheek like they're something to be cherished. They don't know what to do with their hands, brushing over Dew's hair, down his arms.

They kiss like that until Aeon's dizzy with it, pulling back to pant desperately. There's a warmth blooming deep in their gut, knees shaking. Dew laughs, not unkind, and begins to herd him towards one of the queen beds. Their eyes go wide as the backs of their calves bump against the mattress, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Again, voidling, if you don't like any of this, tell me to fuck off. Those words. Okay?" Dew looks more serious than he has the entire time, a small furrow between his brows that Aeon has the impulse to kiss away.

"If I don't like it, I'll tell you to fuck off," they repeat, nodding. Dew's lips quirk up in a smirk, and it sends a bolt of heat down Aeon's spine, tail flicking as they prop themself up on their elbows.

"Good boy," he purrs, crowding closer before pausing. "'Boy' a good word for you?"

Aeon chews on their bottom lip, the pupil of their good eye probably dilated to the size of a quarter. "Very much so," they breathe.

Dew nods curtly, visibly filing that information away in his brain. "Let's get you stripped down, want to see what you're hiding under those hoodies, voidling."

Aeon obeys, tugging the hoodie up over their head. "You've seen me changing, though," they say, struggling not to tangle the hoodie in their horns with how eager they are to get rid of it. "We share dressing rooms."

Dew leans in, a glint in his copper eyes. "Yeah, but I've never looked. Let me see."

Aeon swallows hard, tossing the hoodie at the corner of the room, blush spilling down their chest as they feel more than see Dew's eyes on them.

"Pretty," Dew hums, gaze raking over the swell of Aeon's chest. The chill of the air conditioning makes their nipples pebble, a pretty lavender against the rest of their skin, and they fight the urge to cover themself with their arms.

Dew notices, because of course he does, ever perceptive, and tugs his own hoodie off, revealing skin covered in silvery scars, matching sets along his ribcage and two much more prominent ones underneath his pecs. Aeon swallows the saliva pooling on their tongue, staring unashamedly. "That's better, right?" Dew laughs, pressing closer until Aeon can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"Yeah," Aeon says, chest heaving and all they've done is kiss. "Dew, please." It's not something that they meant to say, but it slips past their lips on a whine.

Dew absolutely lights up at the sound. "What, voidling? What are you begging all pretty for?"

Aeon tries to turn their head away, but then Dew's fingers are on their chin, gently making them keep eye contact. "Please fuck me?"

Dew leans in, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of Aeon's mouth. "Of course, voidling. I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise."

[lyculuscaelus]

Telegony isn’t real unless it’s made of cloud—just consider the possibility where Circe created an image (eidolon) of Odysseus using cloud and they had a child (or three children) together. But Circe soon found this Odysseus somewhat lacking so she sent him away, leaving their child (or children) here on Aeaea. Cloud!Odysseus (or should I say Clodysseus) then roamed around in Italy before dropping off in Epirus where he found himself a new wife Callidice, and fought a war against the Bryges. Eighteen years later the death of Callidice reminded him of a home so distant that he never felt he had but now realized he needed it so much so he decided to go “back” to Ithaca. Meanwhile the half-cloud half-divine Telegonus went to search for his father and landed in Ithaca too. And upon seeing the Clodysseus who had just came to this island he mistook him as a guard and had a fight with him and stabbed him with that poisonous spear. Then Clodysseus dissipated after Telegonus realized that he stabbed his father, who only had the chance to give one glance at this home that would never be his.

Meanwhile the real Odysseus was suffering from trauma until the eighth year came and he got back to Ithaca and had his revenge and then went through the oar quest and once again returned chilling with his Penelope and Telemachus for the rest of his life, maybe going back to gardening or something, and somehow caught all of the drama in 360P that happened on that day, in the tenth year after his return.

[istadris]

Bend or Break : The Tipping Point

[Because people seem REALLY interested, here’s how Bend or Break would go if I made it a full fic.

Some details : in this AU, the timeline is (probably) much longer than in the actual movie; it takes several weeks for Mario to actually reach a decent fighting level, and as long for Luigi to get better at his own skills. Bowser takes over at least one other kingdom before reaching the Mushroom Kingdom.

Fair warning, it does not get better.

[EDIT] What happens in the meantime : The Strain ]

*

Technically, Luigi is free to leave.

Bowser has assured him so, and as the days go by, Luigi is more and more inclined to believe the king’s word above other’s.

Luigi’s cell isn’t locked anymore, he’s free to wander the castle except in some specific parts (fair, he guesses, given this is a military campaign after all), and if he were to ask to leave, no one would stop him. But they’re above the middle of the ocean, days away from the nearest land. Even if he made it there with a Clown Car or by swimming (Bowser asks him with a chuckle if humans can breathe underwater), he doesn’t know if he could survive the dangers of this world alone (he still wakes up at night feeling bony jaws chomping at his legs). So he stays, and tries to convince himself it’s only out of necessity.

Bowser has promised him that as long as Mario comes for Luigi, and Luigi alone, he would not harm him, and Luigi would be free to go with him.

So Luigi holds onto hope a little longer. He tries to not think about the king’s comforting presence in his darkest hour. He’s kept updated about reports. Summoned to the throne room for everything new about Mario.

He’s in the Mushroom Kingdom (and he tries again and again and again to get strong enough to leave). He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom (and Peach tries desperately to find allies because as strong as Mario is becoming, he won’t be enough against an army) He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom (and he’s breaking down slowly) He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he’s taking part in a local festival (Toad dragged Mario by force, begging him to at least relax one night, arguing that "you should know what to show to your brother once we’ve freed him!” and only Mario’s affection for his friend made him relent). He’s still in the Mushroom Kingdom, but rumour says he’s about to leave (Peach knows where to find allies, but it will be a long road. She has her first real argument with Mario when she tells him of her plan)

When Luigi learns Mario left with the Princess for another kingdom, on the opposite direction of the Darklands, he stops asking about reports. He stops talking about Mario altogether.

In the meantime, he has first grown weary and bitter. Snappish. He even talks back to Bowser, to everyone’s shock and horror, and maybe he’s just trying to give him a reason to hurt him so Luigi doesn’t have to think about the harshest pain he ever lived through. Instead, Bowser laughs and praises his bravery. This is what drew him to the human in the first place, he says : that beneath his frail and weak appearance, there’s a will, a fire that only needs to ignite.

Luigi doesn’t know if he believes him. But he finds himself craving the king’s approval. He wants to prove himself  worth of the attention. Bowser’s words have wormed themselves in his brain and he wants to show his value beyond his brother’s shadow. By the time he stops asking about his brother, he has started offering his services to his benefactor. He throws himself into work, first as a plumber, as he always did with Mario, but he finds himself a knack for engineering, and he works, and he trains, and he does everything to earn the praise of the king. By pulling his own weight, on top of being favoured by the king, Luigi endears himself to the troops and for the first time of his life Luigi is not “Someone’s Brother”. He is...himself. And it both terrifies, depresses and delights him.

At some point, Bowser tempts him with the offer of sending a message to Mario. On his word, he swears he will make sure Luigi’s brother would get it. The temptation is so strong. But what if Mario doesn’t answer? What if his answer is what Luigi fears the most ? So he declines the offer. He feels disgust at himself for his own cowardice, but he can’t bring himself to take that step and risk hurting himself more.

Bowser has grown fond of the human, in his own way. The more Luigi turns himself into a loyal subject, the more possessive Bowser feels of him. He is very, very careful as well : if Luigi came to learn the whole truth, he would definitely break, and Bowser realises he has no uses for a broken weapon, when he could shape this human into the perfect minion. How sincere he is in his intentions is left to the reader’s discretion.

But he makes sure Luigi feels at home. He's acting soft, gentle even, always threatening (the day Bowser doesn’t instil fear by his very presence is the day he needs to die) but in the way of a dragon protecting his hoard :

I can keep you safe. I’ll never abandon you. Be mine, and you’ll be the most precious of my treasures.

Luigi loses himself into these promises. He savours the attention of the king, he seeks his presence, he offers him the best he has to give. He melts under his touch and relishes in his affection.

And slowly, bit by bit, Luigi grows into a new man.

*

Meanwhile, Mario is falling apart.

Guilt has been eating him alive for months.

He should have held on just a bit more. He shouldn’t have insisted to explore this underground complex. He shouldn’t have decided to form their own business and find themselves strapped on cash to the point of getting reckless.

He should have held on Luigi’s hand just a bit more. Just a bit stronger.

Now he’s feeling guilty for taking so long. For not being better. He should be better, he has to be better. 

War is brewing on the horizon and Peach is looking for solutions everywhere, but he knows she counts on him more than anyone. He can’t let her down. She wants to help him find his brother, and they need allies for that.

He feels so angry at everything. At himself. At Peach, for being the reasonable one with so many people depending on her. At Toad, for being a good friend that nothing can keep down even in the worst circumstances. At Bowser. At every kingdom Peach contacts that answers with a refusal, preferring to submit to the Koopa King rather than face his wrath.

And at some point, he starts feeling angry at Luigi too.

Maybe it’s his only way to not drive himself mad with guilt. But insidious thoughts start slipping into his brain, and he can’t make them go away.

Why couldn’t Luigi hold on just a little bit more ? Wasn’t Mario as terrified in that warp zone? Why did Mario have to make most of the effort, to be the one to find the words to comfort his brother, why did he have to be the one to keep them together ??

Why does he always have to make efforts?? He has always looked after Luigi, always kept him around, he has never allowed himself to be apart from his brother longer than necessary -and Luigi never minded, didn’t he ? Always taking him for granted and being content with Mario looking after him, taking every decision, dealing with the consequences of both brothers’ mistakes.

He’s ashamed of these thoughts. He keeps them buried inside, swirling in his brain as he works himself ragged. He doesn’t dare to burden his friends with them, not when they’re doing everything they can to help him. He knows these thoughts are wrong. But they help him feel other emotions than sadness and guilt.

So he let them fester inside his heart.

*

When the brothers meet again, on the battlefield between two armies, it is a disaster.

Months of pent up stress, anger and resentment boil up to the surface and explode without any restraint.

Luigi is furious. He has waited weeks, months for Mario to come, and he never did.He had to survive, he had to find a way to be something without his brother. He was getting better. He was starting to be happy. And now Mario shows up and is trying to rip apart everything he has built, his stability, his protector, and for what? For everything to return to normal? Back to a life where Luigi is nothing more than Mario’s shadow? As if nothing happened? As if Mario didn’t give up on him??

Mario, for his part, is enraged. All these months of stress and guilt, all these wounds to train like a beast and manage to get back to bis brother, all the sleepless nights haunted by Luigi’s scream as he drifted away in the warp zone, only to find out he has been alive, healthy, happy all this time, and cosying up with the tyrant terrorising the kingdoms ??

They exchange angry, hurtful words, cruel insults they regret the moment they come out of their months but are afraid to take back. They can’t stop, they know they’re going too far but they can’t help themselves, this has been brewing inside both of them for too long and now they have to get it out, escalating to the point of violence.

Bowser has a vicious, delighted smirk when Luigi throws the first punch, aiming it at Peach (which he has grown to hate without having met her, for keeping his brother away) and prompting an instinctive protective reaction from Mario -which only enrages both brothers more. It devolves into a vicious brawl, an awful spectacle of anger and violence where there should have been a heartfelt reunion.

When both armies are forced to withdrawn, each monarch dragging their champion away, both brothers are devastated. They never meant to say any of these words, they feel horrified at the wounds they left on each other. They want to take it back, all of it.

They both fear they have gone too far for the other to ever forgive them.

Bowser comforts Luigi, soothes his sadness and strokes his anger toward Peach. If she had not insisted on resisting Bowser, if she had accepted her fate, Mario wouldn’t have had a reason to fight Luigi. Even now, he’s staying by her side because she won’t stop until Bowser is dead. And Luigi realises, he doesn’t want Bowser dead. He wants his brother back, and his king to reign supreme.

Peach, as much as she cares about Mario, has trouble seeing Luigi as his own person. She’s aware he is one, but she mostly considers him as Mario’s goal, his motivation. And clearly, if he has joined with Bowser, that means he is either not quite sound of mind or too dangerous to reason with. She insists to Mario that this is why they have to stop Bowser -because Luigi won’t leave his side as long as he’s alive. And Mario believes her, because if he doesn’t, he’ll fall apart.

What should have been a climactic battle soon turns into a long, harrowing campaign, as both brothers have now the same goal in mind: to get the other back by winning the war. No matter the price.

[deoidesign]

just to inquire, what’s your favorite thing you sell in your shop?

i love your comic!

Oh thank you!

And my favorite thing... That's hard to answer haha

I like selling prints because I get to use my nice printer (which I love to do) and I especially love selling custom panel prints, because then I get to see people's favorite panels from my comic, which is double nice...

The most fun items to pack are the merch bundles which are themed with my books, I LOVE coming up with packaging design like this so much...

But my favorite design has gotta be one of these... Probably the patch, there.

It's really hard for me to pick!

I actually genuinely just am really passionate about product design and merch themeing, it's not only extremely fun for me but it also just really engages my brain. I love coming up with items that fit a theme, and there's no theme I love more than my own comics haha

So there's not much I could enjoy more! That's why I chose to do a merch club on patreon, it lets me get out my merch-y feelings but without overloading my storefront... Plus it's just really fun for me! I get to experiment, make little packages, and enjoy making new things.

Thank you for asking!

[greenerteacups]

What do you think as Hermione's career would be post battle of Hogwarts? To me her being minister for magic really doesn't make sense. She does not have patience or tact to wade through murky waters of politics 😭😭

So hard to say! The Trio are so, so young when we leave them, I find it almost impossible to project their futures farther than a few years out. The job that suited me at 17 would be radically unsuited to me now. That's why of all the Trio, Ron's ending strikes me as the most realistic — he jumps straight into the save-the-world business again, burns out, realizes he's actually Done The Fuck Enough, Thanks, and pivots into a low-stress career where he gets to see his family a lot. Feels accurate! The others are weirder to me because they do seem to just... pick a lane and stay there.

With Hermione, you could spin her a couple ways. You could say that she leans into her bookish side and does research or teaching, which is not my preference for a couple reasons (namely, I don't think Hermione would like academia as a profession; she finds her classwork interesting and enjoys intellectual validation, but she'd be stifled and wasted in a DPhil program, and she'd be infuriated by the administrative politicking of your average higher-ed faculty). You could say that she gets disaffected with politics and ends up as a barrister or a lobbyist of some kind, but if anything that requires more political finesse, because you don't actually have institutional power, you're just handling the people who make decisions and trying to persuade them of your goals. This is not Hermione's preferred method of influence. She's not even particularly good at persuasion, she just happens to be smart enough (and right often enough) that people take her ideas seriously.

Or you could say her brashness fades with the years into a softened flavor of tell-you-like-it-is honesty, which some politicians actually do successfully trade on; as we see in British politics today, you don't have to be all that charming or clever to get ahead, you just need to be really driven and well-connected (which Hermione completely is; she fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the first postwar Minister and her bestie, the Literal Messiah, runs the Auror Office.) But I don't know if Hermione especially wants to be Minister, after the war. She's just watched years of horrendous bureaucratic incompetence plunge the country into a violent civil conflict. She's had not one, but two Ministers of Magic try to bully or shame her friends into complicity with fascism. Her view of government is... likely extremely dark.

But Hermione also isn't the kind of person who sees her life as a quest for happiness. Babygirl has a savior complex that makes Harry look selfish. (She basically kills her parents — yeah, obliviating is a form of murder, #changemymind — "for their own good," and justifies every batshit, vindictive, mean-spirited move she ever pulls on the grounds that it "helps" one of her friends.) She is a mean, lean, dragon-slaying machine, and she needs a dragon. After Voldemort, the Ministry is the no. 1 threat to muggle-borns and non-wizarding Beings. As a war heroine with basically infinite political capital, I'd be surprised if she didn't try to do something there. That said, Hermione is so vivacious and dynamic that she could potentially grow in a hundred different directions; it's possible that all of this, while true of her at 18, becomes completely inaccurate by 22. That's why I'm not too fussed about any particular fanon interpretation.

[ardentpoop]

is it too much to ask for a j2 fic that explores the shift in character focus on the show + the increasingly abusive dynamic btwn sam and dean bleeding into jared and jensen’s on-set relationship and causing interpersonal issues that affect the direction of the show in turn 😔 must I do everything myself

[not-cool-enough-to-scuba-dive]

actually I would quite like to hear your thoughts on gender philosophy in omegaverse worldbuilding? :3

hm. anon, I fear this is a far larger can of worms than you probably anticipated. I'm going to spare you the worst of it by only giving you a short version, but be careful what you wish for.

I'm also hiding it under a cut because even the short version is embarrassingly long.

I'm hardly a connoisseur of omegaverse content, nor would I consider myself anywhere near an expert. I don't want to speak for all fics as I've admittedly not read many. I did do my master's diss about legal gender recognition, so this is more about gender and philosophically sound worldbuilding than an indictment of any particular writing or story tbh.

the short answer is I find omegaverse worldbuilding really interesting, but I've never fully been able to enjoy it due to the way a/b/o identities tend to have a biological determinist slant to them imo, and tendency for a lack of real world implications of what the omegaverse does to gender and character interactions anywhere outside the bedroom. I'd love to figure out a version that's more inclusive and philosophically/ideologically consistent, both with itself and with my own views on real life gender (basically, I want to make it make more sense, have less biological determinism, and be more inclusive of the wider range of human experiences). this is a big task, and ngl I haven't achieved it and don't anticipate doing so any time soon. I have like, a concept in my head, taking apart all the key pieces and putting them together again but different, but to make it thorough enough would require more effort and time than I have because I'm like, employed 😔

I feel like someday if I ever get invited to a powerpoint night though, this could be It.

[lialuvsaven]

Dr ratio is kind of really interesting to me bc I feel like there's quite a bit going on w him too- I'd love to write about him someday but I'd rather figure out how I characterize him before that

[fresh-and-funky]

unsure if ive ever put this out into the void but there needs to be an umbrella academy au of IT. Like were the characters of IT are lowkey the umbrellies (without the raised as siblings bit)

Richie- Klaus. (The energy, the most comedic character)

Eddie- Viktor. (Repression much)

Stan-Ben (gone too soon)

Bill- Luther (team leader)

Mike- Five (pulls them all together, cryptic af, stuck in time)

Ben- Diego (self-worth issues lets be real)

Bev- (desperately chasing a future that's not possible)

[biscuityskies]

a couple of knights on the road

"Who knows?" his brother says, cuffing Cody sharply on the shoulder once before heading back towards the castle. "Maybe married life will suit you." Cody? Commander of the Armies of the Krayt? Supposed to just settle down and call it quits as a soldier, cozy up into his new life as a married man to a spouse he never picked, let alone met even once? Yeah, right. As if.

this is perhaps my goofiest title. my most whimsical creation. what the heck happened here. anyways here's day three of @codywanweek, with prompts arranged marriage and there was only one bed

[afniel]

I am, for whatever reason, back to thinking real hard that I could take a necomimi or similar EEG toy and slap a Bluetooth module in and get it talking to an Arduino with a few Spotify API commands and a little driver to interpret the input and then I could skip songs without even having to get my phone out but like, why. Why is that what I want to do. I could do anything (okay, no, the list of things is technically short, though very flexible if you're creative) with an EEG-to-BT thingy and yet I'm just like, what if I could just skip songs and turn the volume up. With my BRAIN. Obviously that's the most useful reason possible to have shit stuck to your head, right?

I still do not need to spend $300+ on it though so it's still not happening, but I am thinking it real hard, which would possibly be visible on an EEG.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

I think I made Ikkaku a bigger person (5'10") because God didn't make me the bigger person (5'2") but I constantly have to BE the bigger person in my life so she gets to live out my dream of being tall and petty.

[lamuradex]

Actually, following that update, I wanted to talk a bit about the losing story Skinwalker a little bit. I'm glad the other one won, but I think this was a neat idea.

The basic concept was this:

A V-Tuber is streaming for his audience when there's sounds over the stream, confusion, and a gunshot. It sounds like there was a struggle, only for the V-Tuber to come back, as his avatar starts moving, and continue the stream. However he switches off the mic and only communicates via the chat. From there, basic idea was going to be that the Chat are slowly realising, or immediately knowing, that something was wrong. The V-Tuber is acting strange, and the dawning realisation is that someone else is at the controls now, most likely whatever home invader they heard breaking in. The Chat try to keep the intruder talking, but no one knows where the V-Tuber lives to call the police, and they're trying not to say anything alarming in the chat to alert the intruder. The situation ends with the mic coming back on and sirens, the intruder running, with the V-Tuber avatar left on screen stuck in an unsettling grin.

The ending, and the little bit of a twist, would have been that of course the V-Tuber is found dead, and a funeral held online for him amongst some fellow V-Tubers (perhaps a silly idea but I think we can all see it happening). The narrator however would then realise that The Intruder had known certain details about operating a V-Tuber avatar, and that it could even be one of the ones attending his funeral.

Honestly, it just sounds a bit like a Black Mirror episode, doesn't it? It was a bit inspired by the episode of Elementary that focused on online gaming (S5 E14 - Rekt in Real Life), which features something a bit similar, a guy killed on stream by an intruder.

It was also going to include some thoughts on clown faces.

Wait, hear me out!

In the clowning world, what there is of it, clowns can only use their own make-up pattern. It is against every rule to use another clown's design. They make it official, painting their designs on eggs to keep track and keeping them as records. Faces can even be passed down, as long as no two clowns are using it at once.

And I feel that could connect to V-Tubers. The use of another's face. What it would mean to use another V-Tuber's avatar. The idea of being another person because you were using their avatar.

I dunno though... The main problem is I don't actually watch any V-Tubers, and I am not doing that kind of research just to write a short horror story.

So yeah, I'm glad that Lucid and Dreaming won that poll. Look forward to it on Oct 31st. Happy Halloween, everybody!

[britneyshakespeare]

Let slaves in mind be servile to their fears;

Our heart is high instarred in brighter spheres.

Fernando, IV.ii of Love's Sacrifice (1633) by John Ford

[kyonkyonson]

A while back, during one of the many times I think about Kamen Rider, I thought it would be cool to have a version of the original story where Hongo doesn't start with the famous scarf; he puts it on later as a sign of his rebellion against Shocker, to show he's still human.

AND GUESS WHAT ANNO CHOSE TO DO