#if there are any typos then i am so sorry

[peachesnpears95]

💜🍑 Shadowpeach EMOTIONAL DAMAGE Incoming💜🍑 💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑

Hello, my name is Momo, and welcome to PAIN! 💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑💜🍑

But of course, my first Shadowpeach thread ever would be about angst! I created it on Bluesky, and just don't have the energy rewrite it all and bring it all over here, so I'm redirecting with a link!

If you see any typos/mistakes anywhere - no, no you didn't. I spent hours writing this thread the first time and Bluesky ate it- so I had to rewrite it all from scratch. Here's the link: ShadowpeachThread

It didn't gain the traction I hoped on Bluesky, so hopefully it gains traction/views through here to Bluesky!

Here's a picture preview of the Bluesky Thread-

I am not sorry.

[fluffypotatey]

HAPPY MERTHUR DAY :D

for the @merthurweek2024 day 7 prompt: magic reveal + canon era (hope y’all enjoy!)

[k0mmari]

SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN AU

Okay, look, I've head a System SY idea for a while now (in fact, some of the ideas for this were used when I was first planning out Locked & Loaded), but after seeing @/artsarasp's System!SQQ AU, the brainworms have been once again come alive and I just need to get this out into the world. This is a very bare bones idea that I (probably) won't actually write, so walk with me for a second! Also this is going to be a very, very long post.

In this idea, the System actually is an interdimensional organization that deal with creating new worlds based on stories and making sure these worlds continue working as intended and (eventually), sending transmigrators to worlds that need 'improvement' (this improvement being very subjectice depending on which worker is assigned which story).

In SY's case, he's just someone who usually works behing a screen, in the most exciting cases he gets to guide transmigrators around but most of the time he just makes sure the stories 'code' is running normally and nothing world-breaking is going on in the stories (like someone managing to find a hack to skip defining plot points, or activating God-Mode somehow). He's very happy with this arrangement, btw! He was never one to run around and his boss has warned him once or twice for apparently being 'way too harsh' on the few transmigrators he got to be a System for.

Unfortunately, one day he is assigned to 'manually inspect' a world because a certain co-worker of his (Shang Qinghua) had been sent down there to handle a glitch but had gone missing instead. When SY asks why was he being the one asked to do this (not that he doesn't care for his friend, but he REALLY isnt made for running around), his boss says SY is the only other one who is familiar enough with the world to not get lost.

So that's how he find out SQH had managed to get himself stuck on the world he created (as a joke even, he hadn't even expected that when he was messing around with the company's program he would actually be able to create a new world based on the shitty novel he'd written as a human). And of course, SQH only having one friend, subjected SY to the story.

SY grumbles and denies ever seeing anything about SQH's story (or liking it, even if his boss kindly points out they never mentioned SY liked it) but eventually he agrees; and that's how he finds himself being teletransported onto the world of PIDW, carrying a pair of Debugging Sheers he'd never thought he would have to hold (he calls them Big Scissors), with the mission of finding SQH and dealing with the glitch that was still somewhere in the world.

Though, when he goes to message his supervisor about the specifics (where he should go or what was the last known location of SQH), he finds out that his Personal System has apparently already been affected by the glitch ("ALREADY??") that he was realizing worked more like a virus. Fortunately some messages were still going through, and his supervisor notified him they couldn't send him directly to the location he needed to be, specially because the virus seemed to have fragmented and spread to various parts of the stories timeline. SY now has to jump around through time a few times and slowly cut doen the glitches caused by the virus.

Thus begins Shen Yuan's Great Narrative Haunting (in real time.).

Luckily, for him, the place he first appeared was already one of the spots the virus has infected the world, and it seems to be in a town not too far away from him, so with a quick activation of the 'Ghost Mode' function (avaiable for all System staff to make it easier when they have to manually fix something, making them invisible and untouchable), SY heads to the town.

The glitch actually doesnt take too long to find (it was a buggy tree clipping onto a nearby river, which only needs a snip of the Big Scissors to disappear from reality), but when SY and passing through the town to find some better signal for his Personal System so he can jump forward to the next stop, he sees a group of snickering kids leaving an alleyway. A bit curious, he passes by the alley and barely manages to see through the pouring rain and spot a trembling figure on the floor. Of course, PIDW was never meant to be a happy or forgiving world, so SY is not surprised at the idea that some kids were bullying a smaller kid, though it still makes him upset.

He kneels close to the child and turns off 'Ghost Mode', pulling out an umbrella from his inventory (yes, System staff ALSO get an inventory, no one wants to have to carry aroung those big ass scissors), covering him from the rain. The boy is shaking from the cold, and even if SY can't check the boy's identity (since his system is still buggy), he reasons the probability of him coming into contact with an important character is very small, and even if System staff aren't supposed to interact with characters, he limits himself to at least getting the boy out of the rain.

Luo Binghe later wakes in a bench underneath a small shop's roof, covered in a thick cloth, having no idea how he'd gotten there besides the vague dream (or memory?) of a strangely dressed person patting his hair and taking him into their arms. He notices the rain has stopped and he's perfectly dry. Shen Yuan, seeing the kid seems to be doing well, finally jumps to his next location.

It doesn't take long for SY to figure out where he is when he loads onto the next mission location, in fact, he's almost certain he'd recognize the bamboo forest and calm, almost dream-like atmosphere of Qing Jing Peak anywhere. Seeing there that Qing Jing even exists in the first place, he deduces Binghe is still not emperor, so this time he makes sure to not be seen by any characters. It also doesn't take for SY to find his next target, as a commotion behind him catches his attention.

And oh, if he isn't familiar with the scene. A few older looking disciples push around a smaller looking boy, while a girl insistently shouts for the leader of the older disciples to stop. SY barely managed to appreaciate how Luo Binghe looks so cute as a child before (who he assumes is) Ming Fan snatches rips an amulet out of Binghe's neck. It's quite the heartbreaking scene to watch live, poor Binghe fighting for the only remaining piece of his adoptive mother without even knowing he's destined to never see it again. SY's Personal System may be buggy but it's still functional enough to detect if SY has a direct impact on the main storyline, so SY is basically forced to stand still and watch.

Though, since he had a clear view of the whole scene, when Ming Fan throws the jade pendant into the forest, SY can perfectly follow the arch of the necklace and sees where it landed, which is when an idea pops into his head. Distantly hearing Luo Binghe and NYY frantically searching for a necklace they'll never find, SY spots where the fake jade glimmers high up on a tree brench, though it's glimmer is distorted by the distinct sight of a glitch corrupting it's form. If SY were to follow standard procedure, he'd just have to bring out his Sheers and snip the necklace out of existence, but looking at it... Would it be so bad if he debugged the necklace the longer way?

Besides, if Binghe has the necklace or not, it's not like this one item is going to interfere with the major story anyways. SY isn't stopping Binghe from falling into the Abyss, he's just... Returning a lost item to it's intended owner.

Later, after an exhausting afternoon of what seemed to be searching through every nook and cranny of Qing Jing Peak's surrounding forest, Luo Binghe goes back to the shed he sleeps in utterly defeat and feeling strangely hollow; that is, until he opens the door and finds a new, thick blanket neatly folded in the middle of the shed, way too clean to be anything he had previously owned, and atop of it, his precious jade pendent, sitting there as if it never even dissapeared. Luo Binghe distantly notices that nobody that visits the shed ever lets the door closed after they visit.

The third location SY goes to leaves him no time to acclimatize, as he's immediately attacked by a beast, and only after (struggling to) kill it, does SY notice the unfortunate situation he was placed into: the Immortal Alliance Conference. By this point, he's already figured out his Personal System is most likely using Binghe's energy as Protagonist to make up for the energy it can't use due to it being partially corrupted, and the energy it needs to save up so SY can go back to the System's head quarters, so it really wasn't a surprise that he would be sent to this specific plot point, but dammit can't he avoid having to be near the place where his favorite character is thrown into hell??

And, well, there's also the problem that a beast attacked him, which meant it saw him, which meant his Ghost Mode was also glitching out, and after fiddling around which a half functioning System interface, it seems that the presence of the virus here is stronger than the other places, though still not the biggest chunk. Truly, just the cherry on top of his situation that he'd have to scurry around and somehow manage to not bump into anyone.

As is his luck, as SY tries to head closer to where his System is signaling the glitch's presence, other monsters continue attacking him, which besides slowing him down a considerable amount, it also causes the risk of him being picked up by the people watching the Conference through the Spirit Eagles circling the area, which is the last thing he needs.

Eventually he goes to the closest spot he can to the glitch, but a snapping sound behind him sends him into full panic. A person stands behind him, which leaves SY wondering how he managed to miss someone sneaking up on him like this. "You seem to have dropped something." the person says, and SY eyes immediately fall to his body, scanning himself to what he might have lost, and his hand basically flies to his throat when he notices the tassle that is usually nestled there is missing. He quickly turns around, only to come face to face to the golden protagonist, mister Luo Binghe himself.

Binghe tries interrogating SY as to what he's doing, sneaking around the supposedly sealed off Conference grounds, and SY, in his panicked state (slightly fuelled by a fanboy-induced craze) tries to fumble for excuses, but only when Binghe finally understands that the feeling he gets when looking at this strange person is an undeniable sense of deja-vu and tries asking SY if they'd met before, a loud rumblind shakes the ground: the Abyss has opened.

SY feels even more panicked, cause what this means is eventually, not only will he be discovered by Luo Binghe (his supervisor is going to kill him), but he could possibly be discovered by Shen Qingqiu, of all people! He doesn't get too much time to think about his grand escape however, as a piercing shriek comes from the Abyss rift. Right, how could he forget about the Black Moon Rhinoceros Python? And-- Oh, of course! Of course the damn thing would be virus-infected object!

After teaming-up with Binghe, the both of them manage to subdue the monster long enough that SY managed to snip it, though while they both catch their breath, SY belatedly realizes he just helped Binghe fight with the monster he was supposed to fight. Alone! The monster who was supposed to break his demonic seal! And, like clockwork, he can distantly hear what can only be SQQ's hurried steps through the forest! FUCK!!

With no other option, and Binghe now wanting to continue his interrogation, SY hurriedly start to walk towards the Abyss rift, frantically giving Binghe tips about what he could do in the Abyss to have an easier time, though when he catches a glimpse of green robes between the trees, SY types something on a floating screen and jumps backwards, Binghe letting out a shocked scream. Unfortunately, the protagonist won't be able to do nothing about the seemingly insane and way too familiar man who just jumped into the Abyss, as a rustling sounds behind him, and he's met with a newly regenrated Black Moon Rhino.

SY feels horrible about spawning a new one after Binghe just finished fighting one, but the story must continue, and with his Personal System finally free from most of the virus corruption, SY leaves one last gift as an apology and warping away before hitting the Abyss' ground. Later, when Binghe wakes up at the bottom of the rift after being pushed by SQQ, the first thing he sees is a qiakun pouch, full of useful items and tiny note at the bottom that reads 'Sorry!'

Pt.2

Pt.3

[ganondoodle]

(OC Lore and design time!)

(it got longer again ... sorry ... idk how to make things short, i just need to talk, but i guess if you can read the written stuff in the pic thats the barest bare bones of what i wrote here)

i was asked what new lore story stuff i had thought about that made me sad which i mentioned a bit ago, and while that is too hard to explain given all the missing context i thought i could at least talk about lore having to do with it :D

so, (Lord) Eadrya is one of my fav OCs (big blue lad, here a rough sketch in humanoid form) they are both one of if not THE most powerful demon alive and the most battle trained;

at the mid point of the story the demon world gets invaded by the celestials (the angel inspired things i talked about in the previous lore post with Xaror) and Shargon, as the king, should be their first and only frontline, but at this point his life is only being sustained by maschinery after being mortally wounded, he cannot fight (he realizes what is going on, rips himself off the maschinery to get at least his youngest child to safety, barely managing it before dying- the guardian, the demons god, takes over his body to attempt to fight against the celestials but cant keep itself alive long enough since its host is already dead) Eadrya takes the role of the frontline fighter (despite being very full of themselves and aggressive they care about their 'job' of protecting their own, also giving them the chance to show off just how strong they are); the fight was going well for them all things considered, but when the guardian activates it drains the power of all elemental lords (which Eadrya is one of, and since they have the most strength it also takes the most from them), so much so that they lose the fight and suffer deadly wounds (the worst being a spear through the chest made of a material that grows hard, root-like formations when in contact with demonic blood like a fungus but worse, also stopping any self healing processes) after the guardian falls apart it creates a huge shockwave of energy that stuns every living thing within a certain distance and possibly more-

Eadrya (in true demon form, so like a blue whale in size at least) was likely taken through an active gateway to the human world in a large tidal wave also created by the guardians fall; they wash up in the harbor of a small secluded village, the head of which is 'lady 13'; although never having seen a demon before and everyone being afraid (largely thinking its a strange hurt animal, only she suspected otherwise), they still gather all villagers to pull out the celestial spear, which is diffcult and brutal given that its already taken root, but the village lacked both knowledge and means to help any other way- doing so damaged their heart which is how they were able to collect samples of all three demonic blood types ('normal' -red like humans-, energy -essentially purely magic- and heartblood -highly concentrated energy only found within the heart of a demon and the only one to contain genetic material) (this is the start of Eadryas character arc, having to deal with the fact that their world is likely destroyed, them failing what they didnt think they could fail, having lost a battle so badly (even if not really their fault) for the first time and not knowing if literally anyone else has survived .. also being now stuck in the human world, which they dont like)

Lady 13 (placeholder name? stands for experiment 13) is a human that was tricked by demon hunters to enroll into a series of experiments trying to create hybrids of demons and humans, which they hoped would be powerful and easily controllable tools for their endeavours, though the two are inherently not compatible, they tried grafting body parts of demons on humans to make them compatible- all experiments failed except for her, more or less, though she never got to see the hybrid she carried and was then told it had died too, they threw her out believing she wouldnt survive much longer either and all such experiments were cancelled due to the high cost of human life, research material (demons are still rare) and upkeep with no successful results Lady 13 survived though (perhaps even via the pirates picking her up?) and she ended up living in said small village far away, hiding her half demonic body, though most know there soemthing 'wrong' with her (her being this tall when it doesnt fit the rest for one), only few know the full extent; she enjoys the life she has now, perhaps on the more poor side but safer and more loved than ever before; she largely lead the efforts to try and help Eadrya when they ended up in the harbor, though there wasnt that much anyone could do it was still enough- they leave immediately after waking up, but return after really having nowhere to go and struggling to deal with everything that has happened; over time (probably years) they start to open up towards the people there (though not .. very much) enough to get rather close with Lady 13 too- she actually falls madly in love but after Eadrya (extremely aro/ace) rejects all her attempts quite clearly she respects their boundaries

However, after hearing news of potential demon sightings Eadrya decides to leave in hopes of not being the last demon left after all; Lady 13 then decides to reveal her secret to them (though hearing and seeing what lengths hunters would go to for their experiments makes them absolutely seething with rage- she insists on not being out for revenge) and asks if they would be willing to donate a small amount of heartblood; shes always wanted to be a mother but is now incompatible with humans too- through things she picked up back at the experiments facillity, hers and her doctors research she is sure that is all that is needed, she dares to ask since she does not know when, if ever, she will meet another demon, much less one she could actually trust enough for this though Eadrya hesitates (why would she want to go through the same thing again that didnt work and threatened her life, if it does work, do they want to be involved with any of this? what if hunters find out it worked after all?) but after her ensuring that they would have no part in it other than giving up a little blood and would not be considered a parent in any way, nor made responsible for anything that might happen to her, but considering it all in the end they agree to it

only for her to reveal shes had a small bottle of it already, along with multiple samples of the other types, which she collected when Eadrya was bleeding out into the harbor not knowing if they will survive, though not wanting to make use of it without their consent either way (they are actuallly rather touched by this)

alot later the main group returns here and it turns out to have worked (though she is unable to walk/bedridden for a long while bc it did alot of damage to her body, which can heal since its demons parts, but only really slowly bc she does not have a full functioning system and no demonic blood of her own -she uses the other samples for the healing process-) though its a little awkward to explain, especially considering that 13.1 took alot after Eadrya xD (their theory as to why it worked so "well" that time is that even though the sample was already taken, them giving their consent for it still made it less likely to be rejected; demons dont need partners to have offspring, and all can do it, they just have to decide to- so them agreeing to it, even though its long been outside their body, still had an effect on the blood sample)

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: foot job. the idea stemmed from this post.

ino takuma thinks you’re bluffing.

“you clearly don’t know me very well,” he shrugs playfully, plopping down to sit next to you at the foot of your bed.

he bumps your shoulder and you scoff. “you think i don’t know my own boyfriend? you’re just scared to admit that i could be right.”

he demurs without skipping a beat. “bullshit.”

you chuckle. “okay. prove it, then.”

oh—those are fighting words. he can’t back down; he loves it when you’re like this: pushy and stubborn, a curl to your lip that has never once led him astray. he squints at you in mock appraisal, umber eyes sparkling with mirth. he grins, cheeks dimpling.

“go ahead and show me your best, baby.”

“fuck—shit. jesus. could you pl-please,” takuma gasps, throwing his head back, “please slow down?”

your smile is sharp, a bright, mischievous gash that distorts your usually-placid demeanor. “how about no,” you coo. “this is what you get for doubting me.”

you stop stroking his length, your right foot dancing down to toy with this balls, your left foot pressing—perhaps too harshly—against his shaft. he groans as you play with his sack, rolling the ball of your foot against his velvety skin.

the man huffs. “are you seriously gonna—?”

pausing all movement, you look up at him with a warm gaze. “we can stop here if you want to.”

there’s something about your gentle tone and the vulnerable position he’s in that makes his cheeks flush; he pulls his beanie down over his eyes. as much as he wants to deny it, to gloat, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong—so, so, so wrong—he can’t.

if you keep this up, he’s going to finish. all over your feet.

he pushes his beanie up and shakes his head. his voice wavers. “keep going, please.”

[dreams-of-void]

I have thoughts about Batman and Robin 18 (spoilers below the cut)

In this issue, Damian declares he'd quit being Robin after finding Memento to instead start an internship at the hospital.

This may seem sudden, especially since he said that he wasn't quitting Robin in favor of the hospital two issues ago, but he had overheard Jason and Bruce talking over the comms, with Bruce being his usual self

this is making Damian feel like not only does Bruce doesn't believe in his capabilities, he doesn't trust his judgment either. Which is why Damian wants to prove himself by doing something even Bruce couldn't (catching Memento) before putting down the mantle to forge his own path.

But the thing to note here, is that Bruce just sees that as a form of conflict, something that separates him from Damian. In fact, he believes that Damian only stays in Gotham because he is Robin, that he'd just leave if it wasn't for that.

Which, sure, they have mostly bonded as Batman and Robin and a lot less as Bruce and Damian, and this might have been true when Damian first started to live with him; but in this case- it's plainly false!

In fact, Damian's interest in medicine was partly started because of his legacy as Thomas' grandson (Bruce's son). It was the journals Bruce gave him. It was the first reason he mentioned when he talked about why he started volunteering at the hospital.

In any case, Damian isn't quitting Robin to get away from Bruce, nor was Batman and Robin the only buffer between them; he's... about 14 here? (I'm not certain because DC timelines are a Lot to keep up with). it's been a long time since Damian went to live with Bruce. He has changed, developed over time, and the thing is that Bruce still sees the 10 year old in him and not who he grew up into

Which is kinda upsetting, both because Damian has changed a lot since then, but because it also creates hardly attainable expectations of him. Damian is just starting to try to find himself (as teenagers do), and he has his family to help him, but he doesn't feel comfortable sharing this side of him, his doubts (is what we're doing in Gotham not just making things worse in the long run? What use is it to fight to help people if we still hurt them that way?) or things he thinks of as weaknesses to Bruce.

His feelings here can be explained further by the fact he's still grieving both of his grandfathers' deaths (Alfred and Ra's), who he failed to save. All of this is weighting him down, and he's trying to find a better path for himself, after an entire life of hurting others (no matter the reason). And I think that's admirable. But Bruce's apparent rejection when it comes to letting him grow into his own person hurt him badly.

Even though we know it's because Bruce is insecure about his place in Damian's heart, Damian doesn't. And if they can't manage to communicate better in the next few issues, this is quickly going to become a huge problem between them.

I sure hope that Dr Bashar being part of the LoA and trying to manipulate Damian is just Bruce overthinking though.

[appalamutte]

When Eric finally, after three hours of deliberation, decides to take a shower, the oven timer sounds from across the apartment.

"Shoot, hon," he says to a sleeping Deke as he scrambles half-naked down the hall and into the combined kitchen-slash-living room. The dog doesn't even pick his head up—just opens his eyes and raises one ear from the worn-down dog bed in the corner beside the couch. "What is your daddy going to do? Forgetting I put some apple turnovers on, Lord, my mind is plum gone."

A small waft of smoke burns at his eyes when he opens the oven door. The turnovers are a touch too crispy, blackened on the bottoms in a way Eric's always disliked and his family's always preferred. He sets them to cool on top of the stove.

He also lights an apple pumpkin candle, just for the hell of it.

Maybe he even still grabs one to eat.

Some hockey game is playing on the television when he goes to sit on the couch. Eric doesn't even remember turning the television on, let alone deciding to watch the game tonight of all things, but the Falconers are currently losing against the Canucks in the fourth quarter and the turnover tastes like burnt flour in his mouth and Eric was fired from his job, for the first time in his life, earlier that morning.

Deke stands from the dog bed—oh, who is Eric fooling, it's an outdoor patio cushion Eric bought on clearance a few years ago that was the perfect size for Deke to lay on—stretches, yawns, shakes sleep off his body and joins Eric on the couch. Noses his way toward the turnover in Eric's hand, digs his paws into the thin cotton of Eric's underwear to stand up, up, up until Eric's forced to shove the rest of the turnover into his still-full mouth.

"Down," he mumbles out, and Deke doesn't listen, but he does lick at Eric's face and that's okay, too.

"Mashkov chips the puck up the ice into Canuck territory, St. Martin goes to pick it up," the announcer is saying, the bright white light of the game clashing with the soft lamplight of Eric's apartment. "Bit of a struggle with Canuck's number twenty-eight, though St. Martin is able to snatch the puck and send it up to Zimmermann, who—"

"What am I going to do with you?" Eric asks once Deke yawns again and lays halfway onto Eric's lap, belly-side up and ears flopped this way and that.

His phone lights up from the side table, buzzes once, then goes dark again. Eric ignores it for all of two seconds before he snatches it up and unlocks it, seeing seven missed phone calls, fifty-two text messages, three emails, a handful of Twitter notifications, and a reminder from Tinder that his profile will be hidden soon if he doesn't log back in to it. That one is immediately deleted, as well as his emails—all from clients who haven't been told he's no longer with the company—but the Twitter notifications grab his attention long enough that he misses out on the goal the Falconers score until the network starts showing replays.

"What a goal! Wow, Rick, I have to say, despite the rough game they've had up until this point, Zimmermann may have just turned their spirits around. I mean, talk about an all-around masterclass of a shot. He's been quiet all night and then he does this? It's like he's been waiting until this moment to make something happen."

The cameras flick through a series of shots: the full rink from above, panning across the team celebrating at the bench, coming in close to where Robinson's pulling Jack down to Mashkov's wide-open arms for a hug. The joy is palpable. The smiles are wider than Eric would expect for a goal in a lost game. Jack doesn't look so frustrated now, not like he was looking the other night over the phone, and he makes eye contact with the camera as St. Martin comes in to pat against his helmet and Jack winks.

He—he winks.

The screen changes to that of the announcers as soon as Eric registers what he just saw. Surely, that wasn't—he didn't—now, Eric might be a gullible person under the right circumstances, but he's not delusional; he knows Jack doesn't know he's watching the broadcast because they haven't talked since yesterday when Jack was still in Seattle and Eric's life hadn't yet fallen apart and today's game was never mentioned. Jack didn't wink for Eric. He winked for the camera, for all the fans, a culmination of the Falconers' media training and Eric's gentle pushing that he needs to be more personable, more charming, at least for the media.

But—something warm settles inbetween the spaces of Eric's ribs and slowly fills the cavity of his heart.

The Falconers still lose the game. The announcers mention that this is now the fourth game the Falconers have lost in a row. Eric watches until the station starts covering highlights from another game from earlier in the day, and when he turns the television off, he finds the apartment to be silent.

Though, not like before. Not like when he first got home from work six hours too early and turned his phone off and fell face-first on his unmade bed. Deke softly snores in Eric's lap now, hot to the touch. It almost smells like home did when Eric was ten and helping his Mama bake after school. For the first time in years, despite the circumstances, Eric doesn't have to set any alarms for a Thursday morning.

Jack's making a layover in New York tomorrow.

That is enough.

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

Stumbled upon a Reddit thread (don't ask) where people still whine and bitch about having to pick the "Nah, fucked that up too," dialogue option at the Oil fields to have a good relationship with Johnny. Saying that it needs to get fixed, calling it 'antagonizing' him, further proving that they don't understand him or his friendship with V at all. Sorry, but what's still not clicking? Holding him accountable for what he did and being honest with him is the only way you can have a good relationship with him for a reason.

It's not scolding him, it's not being mean, it's just V telling him 'No, what you did hurt me and I can't trust you anymore.' And he needs that, he needs someone who won't let him get away with the shit he does, he needs someone who is honest with him and won't just agree with everything he says so that he can grow and change. He knows he royally messed up, but he needs to hear that from V too. How do you expect V to have a true friendship with him if they just let him walk all over them and act like he did nothing wrong and everything's fine?

And it makes sense that the devs chose this as the secret ending unlocker because you can't have them storm Arasaka Tower together in full synergy when some parts of them are still at odds with each other.

Listen, I love Johnny as much as we all do here, but he needs to be called out when he messes up, and that's that.

[btsjk-biased]

CREATOR GAME TAG - post some of your gifs before and after coloring!

I was tagged by lovely and talented @jinstronaut and @jkvjimin! They always make the prettiest gifs!

Sadly I delete my psds and gifs after I post them. But I have saved some coloring settings, so I have recovered some gifs for you to see the coloring comparison (timing, number of frames and etc. can be a little different from the original posts, apologies for that! some gifs here have more frames to show off more of the coloring in just one gif)! This is me just showing a glimpse of how I color my gifs. I will be saving some psd files while making gifs from now on.

As you can see, there is nothing special in how I color my gifs. It all depends on the original footage. I don't use actions and color every set from scratch. I try to add a bit of contrast, sharpness and etc.

Original posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Tagging some amazing creators @jung-koook, @anpanmann, @yooboobies (no pressure, only if you want to, I hope it's okay that I tagged you) and anyone who wants to do this too! 💜

[bxriles]

nesta stans are so annoying. you all complain that she was “abused” by going to the HoW but she would be dead in a ditch somewhere without feyre intervening. get over it feyre was right you just won’t admit it

I am about to be the biggest dick right now because BRUH. I need you to be so for fucking real.

“ShE wOuLd Be DeAd In A dItcH”

My brother in Christ, with all disrespect intended, please shut the fuck up. My GOD. Nesta, a character who has been HORRIFICALLY traumatized, decides to cope by drinking, gambling, and having one night stands, and that means she was going to end up dead in a ditch?? You would be SHOCKED to hear how most people deal with their trauma. You would be SHOCKED to know how uncommon it is to lock a person up because someone else doesn’t like the way that person is coping.

(Disclaimer since you people have the reading comprehension of a fucking goldfish: I know some people do get locked up when they’ve been coping poorly for too long. That is not the majority of people though and you fucking know it. If you got locked up against your will for drinking a bit too much and were happy about it, GREAT. But I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that is the minority of people. And yeah, I am downplaying Nesta’s drinking because it’s not like she was guzzling liquor every second of every day and passing out on streets out in Velaris for everyone to think she’s a homeless drug addict and it’s not like she was having physical withdrawal from lack of alcohol. It’s also not like she was drunk every single time she saw one of her sisters or at family events like Winter Solstice. She was just partying hard. Not saying it’s great behavior. It’s not, but I also don’t care because I AM NOT THE PURITY POLICE.)

Why is it so hard for you people to admit that if you hate Tamlin for locking Feyre up then that means you need to AT LEAST be critical of Feyre for locking Nesta up? And before you say Feyre had her reasons, SO DID TAMLIN. I’m not saying Tamlin was right to lock Feyre up, but he had his reasons just like Feyre did. They both fucked up. I don’t know why that is so fucking hard for you people to grasp.

ALSO. CASSIAN LITERALLY SLAUGHTERED AN ENTIRE VILLAGE AFTER HIS MOTHER DIED. BE SO FOR FUCKING REAL WITH ME WHEN YOU BITCH ABOUT NESTA’S COPING MECHANISMS WHEN CASSIAN DID THAT.

[elisela]

Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏

Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.

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Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—

—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.

—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.

But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.

“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.

Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up—“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.

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Sometimes they’re quiet—

—Stiles will whisper “oh god oh god oh god”, head tucked into Derek’s neck, will try not to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.

—Derek will whisper his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.

Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.

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Sometimes they’re loud—

—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.

—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.

But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”

Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—

He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—

“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.

“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.

“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”

“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.

“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that��god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”

Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.

He can pretend, though.

“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”

Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”

“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”

“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.

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Sometimes it’s just a release—

—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.

—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.

But—

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”

“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”

“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”

Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.

“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”

He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”

He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.

Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.

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Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—

—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.

—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.

But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.

Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.

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Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—

—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.

—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.

But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

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ok so im writing this in school so thats y u aren't gonna see this until like noon or smth when i have internet to get on tumblr with lmao

BUT STARSTRUCK AHHHH

SO- FIRST OFF YOU NEED TO GO TO THE IEYTD CONFESSIONS BLOG AND IM THE PERSON WHO TALKED ABT REGGIE FALLING ASLEEP FIRST- READ THAT

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE JUST A PERFECT COUPLE

im curious how do you hc they got together after 2 happened :0000

bc i hc that after john survived the fall he got like- taken in my the agency, b ut they had to watch him and make sure he didn't go back and try to take over the world, also hes declared dead- but the agency placed him with reggie bc they can trust him yk

and i imagine their relationship kinda started out rocky and reggie was rlly kinda nervous but still angry yk? juni was just pissed the fuck off lmao

oh oh oh and, it wasn't immediately the one bed trope, juni was originally on reggies couch, but then the couch either broke or phoenix burned it/threw it out a window :333333

imagine this entire rant was given to you by the adhd creature and youll know exactly what i looked like writing this

OMG HEYYYY OKAY OKAY gonna put this ramble under a cut so it doesn't get long but I have thoughts and FEELINGS on how these shrink dinks meet face to face. This may be a little all over the show because I love them and I'm doing this on my laptop to keep up typing with my stream of thought lmao

Don't offence to this as I mean it just as a funny thing that I observed but I think every starstruck shipper starts off with John getting shipped off to the agency and that's so funny to me. I started off with that because of a buddy's AU/Askblog from like 2 years ago, and honestly I think it's a really solid and reasonable foundation for their relationship to be built off! It's the whole forced proximity thing which breeds fondness between them because they are stuck as coworkers basically.

Overall I agree with the way you see it, having written a fic with a similar premise to it almost two years ago now (crazy) but I'll give my more "these thoughts aren't hidden through inference of prose" for your reading pleasure.

Starting with Reggie, I think he is very civil to JJ, especially when they speak, but honestly I think there would be a genuine level of betrayal, as parasocial as it stems from, for Reggie when it comes to Juniper. In the end, Reggie was a fan of Juniper and his work, so that whole thing of "finding out someone you idolise is a terrible person" would crush him because Reggie is a really sweet guy and would likely only like Juniper as much as he did because he thought Juniper was also a good person. This then meaning that he has to share space with that guy, who is probably bitter and feeling another 1000 things (elaboration coming soon), would be really bloody weird! He's got to deal with the whisperings of his old celebrity crush which he had to snuff out basically instantly because oh God he's going to set of nukes is a pretty damning reason to not want a crush on a guy. He's also having to deal with the fact that Juniper has tried to kill his top Agent (and probably friend) several times within the span of a week, and to top it all off he now has to basically play chaperone to him while at the agency? It wouldn't be a great way to kick off a new relationship, platonic or otherwise.

Juniper is a really bonkers kettle of fish in his own right because there's a lot about him to consider. In the eyes of the public, and very potentially the law, he is dead, and potentially has lost basically all his estate to that fact, so the unimaginable wealth and privilege he would be used to is just gone within probable days. It's implied that JJ was a "self-made man"/achieved the "hollywood dream" in game two, so while yes he'd be pissed at losing all of his niceties, he's also just lost everything he's worked for across his acting career. As much as I don't think he'd admit that it's a huge blow to him, it would be, and I think that's shit for him lowk. Also, he's absolutely still healing from various injuries from that fall of his, so that's adding to his angst.

Alas, Juniper is quick to trigger, and I think to Reggie's civil nature, he'd be much more passive aggressive, at least at first. Unlike Reggie, Juniper has no reason AT ALL to like him, so I think the whole idea of Juniper trying to prove himself to Reggie is even more special because it's a genuine act of trying to be a better person. I'm jumping the gun a bit, but you get what I mean. My main deviation from your interpretation, ALTHOUGH I did basically write that into my fic from 2023 (same one as previous, which is the first junicrane fic on ao3 haha), is the whole them living together. I think I prefer them as coworkers so much more, partially because it amuses me, but mainly because it gives them some time away from one another as to be their own character and how they would think about the other in isolation.

ALAS! Onto my other main interpretation of them which splits into two sub-interpretations (and then there's another minor interpretation after that (and a tiny one after that) so stay tuned!). This main interpretation is generalised and unified by Juniper basically surviving the fall, then making his own way back to a mainland and then basically moving to some kind of safehouse and living in secret.

The deviation comes from how Reggie and JJ would then meet. My main interpretation, and one I've considered writing into a multichapter fic before (though I am terrible at commitment so it is staying as a brain-child for now), is Reggie being suspicious of Juniper just disappearing. This came from how on the ARG website offshoot of his desk, there's two different things relating to JJ and I like to think that's from him investigating his death. To me, there's a significant gap between IEYTD 2 and 3, and to try and distract himself on his worry over Phoenix, Reggie basically goes on a non-agency approved man-hunt for Juniper because his "tracking skills are still up to snuff". And yeah! Reggie finds him! And Juniper as absolutely wracked with paranoia from living in secret and it takes everything in Reggie to convince John that this isn't an agency thing and he's not going to get taken away. John is still a bitch, but he's a terrified one, and despite Reggie's better judgement, he feels bad for him, and somewhat takes it upon himself to keep checking up on JJ. I can go on about this interpretation, buttttt I may save my other plot beats incase I want to one day actually write it

My other version of the whole Juniper making it out is, while yes he's still very paranoid, it's somewhat liberating to no longer be in the public eye. The whole "if juniper went to a juniper look-alike contest, he'd come second", yk? I've prettymuch always hc'ed Juniper as gay, and pretty repressed about it being a famous actor in the public image in the 60s, so being able to finally express that to some degree would be pretty fulfilling for him! I actually wrote this one into a oneshot, being the second starstruck fic ever on ao3 so that saves me from yapping so much about it here. The TLDR is that Juniper basically meets Reggie by chance and has to deal with. ALLLL of the feelings that comes with that.

Onto a HEAVILY more AU version of what I think happens post-IEYTD 2,,,, but Juniper staying allied with Zoraxis and being a double agent for them and working in the Agency. My friend Imp has a more positive version of this where JJ ends up defecting to the Agency's side, and I love that, BUT.. I also really love the idea of just keeping Juniper as an evil character. 2 Dimensional villain or whatever, sometimes they can be just as fun as fully fleshed out characters and I appreciate that. I have a very short Spotify playlist which basically is the moodboard for this AU, but basically play Government Hooker by Lady Gaga and you'll understand. Actually here it is. Go my Scarab. I like the idea of Juniper still playing into his charismatic actor thing to get Reggie to fall for him again, only to break his heart and trust again. I don't often entertain this MAINLY because I like them as this insufferable mushy couple but I do absolutely get a kick out of the complete OPPOSITE of this. Putting them under the microscope etc etc

And then my teeny tiny one is my whole post IEYTD 3 theory that Juniper is the Phantom andddddd that he and Reggie end up working together in IEYTD 4 pleasepleasepleaseplease Schell Games make it happen I would KILL for these guys to speak to one another PLEASE it would be great/silly. Alas I really like the idea of it going in a direction with inspiration from Phantom of the Opera because. I like musical theatre and Juniper is an actor and goddamnit it's the Phantom. It would be whimsical

Alas. I have been into this ship for years, meaning that I have had so much time to play around with it in my head and, while this isn't all of them, these are the main heavy hitters that I go back to. Barring one, but that's got NOTHING to do with the canon of IEYTD, and to be fairrrr me and my buddy may make it into a fic project one day so I will hold off on questions about that one for a while >:3

Other than that! I hope this made any sense at all, I really like these guys and I think you can tell, so I hope this was enjoyable to read :]]]

[sweetmage]

If you have a moment would you mind going thru how Wyll's character changed from early access to the current game? What was the feedback on him in early access/what caused the changes? I'm curious about it, I paid no attention to this game at all until I bought it a month or so ago on a whim, so I don't know much about the early access happenings.

Hi! Thanks for the question, I'd be happy to answer!

I actually still have my early access version of the game so I have been going through and recording scenes to upload to a playlist for people's comparisons. This is on hold for the moment because I've been very sick the past week or so, but when I return to it and begin uploads I can tag you if you'd like!

As for a brief summary of the differences. Wyll had quite a different origin story that was heavily tied to the goblins.

*Note: lease excuse me if I misremember something or if I leave out another big difference, it's been a bit! If anyone has a correction/addition I'll update this post.

The entire blighted village was a pretty big story location for him (killing goblins was kind of his thing) and it was the Goblin torturer Spike that took his eye.

He was also taking a more proactive role in tracking down Mizora, going to such lengths as even torturing a man (on Spike's orders) in exchange for information on her whereabouts.

Early Access Wyll seemed to have more of an internal struggle about his role as a hero. While he was still very charming, kind hearted, and an amazing friend he clearly possessed a darker side such as his burning rage for goblins, occasional arrogance, and the aforementioned torture scene.

He also used to have a romance scene at the tiefling party in which Mizora interrupts which seems to really distress him. From that + some datamined voice clips, it would seem that Mizora was a slightly more sinister figure prior to the rewrite.

As for the complaints, if you can believe it, they were basically the same. He's boring, he's useless, he's annoying, etc. I also used to see people singling him out as being untrustworthy and implying his kindness was wholly a facade (which I did not and do not agree with when it comes to Early Access Wyll).

In the full release he was made more objectively and clearly good, his story was more front loaded with big events to make him "more interesting", and a lot of the details of his story were changed. Yet still the exact same complaints exist.

Personally I like both Wylls. I think there is something interesting in both! I just don't think he should have been changed to appease people who clearly would complain about him no matter what, especially when it comes at the heavy price of him having a lot less content than anyone else.

Most of the things referenced can be found in this playlist I put together of other people's existing EA Wyll videos though its wholly incomplete + there are rarely variants of the scenes since he was unfortunately never documented well (why I want to go back and do it myself).

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ RULES .ᐟ.ᐟ ˎˊ˗

new year = finally revamped rules! these were written on january 23, 2025, and are firm & unyielding. in my short three-month period of being here, i have already been through too much in regard to my content and how people feel entitled to take it & claim it as their own, and i no longer contend to stand for it. <3 hope you understand! and if not, this is my space, not yours; your critiques of my boundaries will not suddenly make them to your liking.

i am an adult. this is not a safe space for minors! i obviously am not going to police every person that reads my things or follows me, but i am not responsible for what YOU choose to consume! that's between you & god or something.

don't plagiarize or repost my works as your own. i didn't think this one was needed to be said, but you would be surprised how many people think that taking things word for word will go unnoticed.

ask before using my works as inspiration for your own. anything i say or post on here, or discuss in private, is a concept entirely made up by me, or a general concept that i have created into something of my own. there are things (like angel!reader, for example) that obviously do not need credited to me because i didn't create it, but if your interpretation of the concept is similar to mine, credit me! yours would not exist without mine!

my inbox is always open; requests are not. a lot of my works are story based & long form and take priority! sometimes i open up to requests, but considering how many i have right now, if i ever dive into doing them again, it will be starting with those. you can find the status of if i am taking requests or not in my pinned!

that being said, everything i post here is a concept that i have come up with on my own, as mentioned before. there are concepts that i am NOT willing to let others take. after the recent (and ongoing! lmao!) theft i've experienced, this is not something i will change my mind on. everyone possesses the innate ability to foster your own creativity. do not use or rely on me to fuel yours.

. . . i put a lot of effort and energy into the things i create. this includes the aesthetics of it, the prior plotting and development, and the writing itself. this is why i am not lenient on handing out my ideas like free play cards. as much as i love the idea of being drawing inspiration from what i write, most of what i write is very personal or very connected to me, and i do not want others to do it. that is why i wrote it, after all, because it came from my mind, my thoughts, my ideas. again, there are things i have written that i do not own, and you do not have to ask, obviously, but if it is a reworded copy of something i wrote, that is stealing! i am not one to police what people write, but i am also not one to sit back and watch the hours of hard work i put into the things i create be reduced to nothing more than something people can mindlessly pick at & steal as they choose.

the basic summary is to just ask! i know this might read intensely, but i am not cruel, and i won't bite your head off if you ask. i love that the things i can create can resonate with people as much as they do with me! but i also take a lot of pride in what i write & the concepts i create. because they are concepts made by me; not general ideas that can be taken freely. setting boundaries is hard for me, but these are ones that i am adamant on keeping until i once again feel like my blog is a safe space after events that have happened to me regarding theft & copying and minimizing the issue to it being "just an idea."

thank u for reading & understanding ( i hope ) ♡ my inbox is always open to talking and any clarification if needed.

[lavenderprose]

First dump of answers from this ask meme I was tagged to answer by @emmg. I'll be answering about my main Emmrichmancer Rook, Sigrid. If you'd like a particular question answered before I cycle through to it drop me an ask. :)

🌻 How old is your Rook? How do they feel about celebrating their birthday? What gift has meant the most to them?

Sigrid (Who we'll call Sigrid here and NOWHERE ELSE because she doesn't go by Sigrid and basically never has) is thirty-two years young. She's typically mistaken as being in her mid-twenties. Elves seem to, in general, age a little differently from humans. Also, lack of UV rays in the Necropolis probably keeps people looking pretty good, skin-wise, even at some advanced ages. See: Emmrich, Myrna. Johanna not so much but I think Johanna's been lying about her age for so long that nobody actually knows how old she is. Emmrich's 'Your're two years younger than me!' is just an educated guess and one I believe is a wild underestimation. NOBODY knows how old Johanna is.

Sigrid likes her birthday just fine! Did she have a small mental breakdown when she turned thirty? Oh yeah. But she likes her birthday and she likes cake and she's got a particular weakness for feeling special and recognized, so of course she enjoys her birthday. Emmrich makes a big deal about her birthday when it comes around and she tries to be modest but they both know she LIVES for that shit. She came from my brain so of course she's a massive Leo, even if Thedas doesn't have those.

Favorite present is probably the three golden bangles Emmrich gave her on the aforementioned birthday. She loves them. Didn't want to wear them at first, for fear of damage, but it's grave gold and that's just what you DO with grave gold.

🪻 What is the most painful injury your Rook has received? How has it affected them once it healed/scarred?

This is one that I haven't given much thought to. In one of the fics I'm working on, she's given birth, but that's literally only one of them and not canonical to Sigrid as a whole. I think she's broken her ankle. That one was hard for her--she likes to be able to get up and go. Even with pretty rapid magical healing she was off her feet for awhile.

🌹 What’s the first genuine fight Rook got in with their love interest about? How was it resolved?

Oh definitely the whole lich thing. Sigrid doesn't fuck with liches. She's aware of them as a concept and has made her peace with them being an important part of the cultural memory of the Mourn Watch and Nevarra in general but as for Emmrich becoming one? No go. I don't think that one truly gets resolved until the Manfred situation you see in the game, and even after that it's a sore spot for Sigrid. She holds onto some resentment and part of her wonders if Emmrich regrets not becoming a lich/choosing her and their family. He convinces her otherwise eventually, but it takes awhile. This is also a major theme in a fic I'm working on.

[ask-shane]

Hi, I am the anon that said i send mean asks on purpose. I just wanted to make a clarification and a formal apology and then i will stop interacting with this blog.

I need to clarify that by mean asks i meant things like saying shane has no bitches, or that he uses 738283837 in 1 shampoo. I never sent any slurs or genuine insults to this blog, and on top of mean things i also send nice things. I should've specified that the asks I sent were teasing and not genuine mean things.

I sincerely apologize for saying what I said. I had no idea the extent of the awful things people sent you and the fact that I could make you feel like i intentionally try yo make you feel bad and ruin your day with slurs and insults litterally made me shiver and feel anxious in real life. I fully understand how what i sent was harmful and damaging to someone who has to deal with toxicity on a daily basis.

I feel a lot of shame for what I did, this blog is something i check daily because i love your writing and i Love this character. I don't need you to unblock me if its even possible, i just wanted to apologize and wish you well

hi anon, mod dawn speaking. i’m gonna be talking directly to this person so please feel free to skip this if you aren’t them

i just wanted to start by addressing a couple things. firstly, thank you for apologizing so sincerely and honestly. i can tell how genuine this is and i’m certain it was a very brave decision after i put you on the spot earlier. i’ve deleted the post replying to your ask out of respect for this situation.

and for that, i am extremely sorry. i’m speaking to you with recognition that there is a person who is going to be reading this. i should’ve been more aware that i was putting you on blast in front of a lot of people. even if you were on anonymous, i can’t imagine how anxiety-inducing it was to be reading my response when you actually meant to be playful/teasing.

another thing i need to clarify here was that i did not realize that you were not the one sending me death threats and slurs. i had received a barrage of messages at the same time and had wrongly assumed the others were coming from you as well. it all happened at once, and the context of you sending that ask was shockingly related to the vile ones i received. your asks were not at all on the same level of “bad” the ones you didn’t send were.

unfortunately i had no way of telling which ones belonged to you and which ones didn’t, so i decided to address them using your ask. i made the mistake of incorrectly conflating your ask with the others.

that out of the way, i am so sorry once again, and also very thankful you apologized. please know there’s absolutely no need to feel shame for this.

i want to make it clear now that teasing (and even being somewhat mean) asks on my blog are okay. it’s fun to be provocative! there’s an art to it that i can appreciate, especially here, where shane gets glazed a lot. it is really awful that my guard happened to be high when you sent this because of what another actually unacceptable anon did. you shouldn’t be lumped in with them and i am so sorry i couldn’t discern your intention. i should also use this as an opportunity to say you have a good heart. i love that you can be playful and i thought a lot of what you said was actually quite funny. i didn’t intend to make you feel anxious or responsible for what other people did, but regardless, i did so, and it wasn’t fair of me to do to you.

lastly, thank you for interacting with my blog. now that we’ve cleared things up, i want to personally say to you that it is more than okay to continue to interact with my blog. i can appreciate a presence like yours around here. i’ll figure out a way to make sure you’re able to continue interacting (if you’d like to, of course). i am so glad you enjoy my writing and my portrayal of the character and it is honestly heartbreaking to hear i may have spoiled this experience for you. i have no negative feelings toward you whatsoever— if anything, i respect your ability to communicate with me after this (even though i’m sure it would’ve been much easier to block me and try to forget this happened)

i hope you are reading this.. i wish you nothing but the best 🤍

- dawn