#intro post of sorts

[deepinkevin]

new to the boys fandom 🤪 mostly here to be horny about kevin the deep tbh he's my pookie and I think he's kinda okay, pathetic, but okay 🫶

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[wheucto]

[jayjmaybanks]

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shows: castle, lucifer, obx, ted lasso, young royals, virgin river, sex education, psych, adow, heartstopper, bridgerton, & sooo many more

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[werepuppy-steve]

🐝 cj. 27. he/him 🐝

writer's tag | steddie ficlets | fic recs | wip posts | answered asks | ko-fi

ೀ⋆.🌷 ao3 fics ೀ⋆.🌷 (registered users only)

▸ darling, lets get old - G, 383, complete fluff, recreational drug use, marriage proposal

▸ Starry Eyed Love - G, 1.1k, complete outsider pov, corroded coffin gig, established relationship

▸ haunted by the ghost of you (take me back to the night we met) - T, 2k, complete vampire eddie, established relationship, post-s4

▸ the magic that we'll feel is worth the lifetime - M, 7.7k, complete post-s3, established relationship, fluff, eddie's birthday

▸ constant, pleasure - E, 3k, complete dom/sub, daddy kink, face slapping, spit kink, babygirl steve

▸ [ hiraeth; ] - series, WIP appalachian eddie, established relationship, eddie munson's extended family

▸ silent spark - G, 4.1k, complete animal crossing au, pining, fireworks date, platonic hellcheer, aspec steve

⚘ there's comfort in the panic - G, 1.2k, complete panic attacks, established relationship, lex's spicy six spring fanworks challenge, hurt/comfort

▸ she put her love down soft and sweet - E, 5.7k, complete modern au, dom/sub, aspec steve, transmasc steve, established relationship, daddy kink

▸ it's the spirit of the season - T, 3.8k, complete established relationship, christmas fluff, crack treated seriously

▸ they said it all comes down to you - T, 1.5k, complete demon eddie, sacrifice steve, soulmates

▸ sugar sweet as dixie crystal - E, 4k, complete established relationship, high school sweethearts, transmasc steve, ace steve, daddy kink

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[nailamoonsi]

Writeblr intro (open to mutuals)

Hello again @ writeblr...! I'm Naila--Bangladeshi-Am (South Asian), sapphic, neurodivergent, they/them, incredibly nerdy about certain media like Revolutionary Girl Utena, and someone who has been very, very focused on their LGBT epic science fantasy for several years.

Fun fact is that for 5 years as a child I lived in Japan and only spoke Bangla and Japanese. I forgot both by the time I was 6 to 11, though I can understand spoken Bangla (and am fluent in English). 💦💦

I'm pretty much in love with my LGBT epic and multimedia science fantasy verse, once called Another Sky WIP and now called Blue Horizon! It's about three generations of alchemy-oriented mages upon a faraway planet obsessed with ancient Earth (our era) and their troubles across thousands of years!

I'm planning on releasing the first epic science fantasy novel (and side light novel/novella) at some point in the next months!

I'm both an artist and a writer, so you'll get art and writing topics from me! A lot of it is in my Blue Horizon tag.

Despite that, I feel like I haven't gone all-out to make mutuals here on Tumblr. I'd love to make more mutuals who are 20 and older and interested in fantasy fiction (especially featuring BIPOC and LGBT characters)! 18 and older is fine too, but I won't mutual people who are younger than 18. (I'm 32.)

My main warning is that my novels are aimed for adult demographic and even my art can contain blood TW and cursing. Sometimes older Blue Horizon characters will have sultry/sexual implications, too, and not just romantic! (However, despite the main novel being an epic science fantasy and very romance-oriented--as far as I understand, it doesn't perfectly fit people's idea of Romantasy due to particularly intense and serious topics at times. I think of it as a epic science fantasy with a lot of gay, sapphic and LGBT romances and implied romances.)

I'm open to tag games. ^^ If people are open to being tagged, feel free to mention it in this post, my pinned, or message/ask box me!

Hope to connect with more people here! 💗

[jordanswitches]

intro post

currently on break to try to live my irl life ✨

hey, i'm jordan. i'm a switch in my 20s from england with a main interest in tickling, teasing, and edging. i'm nonbinary, i fancy everyone, and i use they/them. i present pretty fem and i like feminine compliments if you want to give me any 💕

i make tickling content (text posts, audios, videos) and i love doing it. i'm a switch, but this blog is mostly ler talk because of the ler shortage. i got your number baby, don't worry.

you can send me asks with ideas for videos/audios, a request for paid content which means more control, and generally asking questions or telling me what you think of my content. you can also come tell me i'm hot.

alternatively if you want to tip me for my content i have paypal and ko-fi! literally any amount, even a dollar, shows me what i make is appreciated.

DNI: minors, terfs, no age in bio. this blog is nsft. i do not roleplay/do teasing/get sexual with people i don't know. don't come into my dms and expect it from me. if you're under 20, you're welcome to follow and send friendly asks, but i won't follow back or accept sexual asks because you're a little too young for me. thank you!

my tags: me (photos/videos of me), diary (long text posts, usually about my irl experiences), j thoughts (little text posts, usually just horning out), my content (my tickle content), my voice (my audios), my feet

[goldfarthing]

Hi, I'm Sunny, and I run a little shop on Etsy where I sell Tolkien-inspired art and stationery! Happy Hobbit Day! 💛 shop link

(running a quick sale for the hobbity weekend - 20% off select items!!)

[sleaches-mov]

dog is convinced its attention starved and thought i should post him for strangers on the internet

[themultifandomfreak]

I heard cool people make intro posts. I am very cool now for making this.

Greetings! I am mostly known here as themultifandomfreak (maybe),

but uh my name is Naythen!!!! Or Zib!!!!!!

I use he/him

I am aroace, but you WILL catch me saying freaky stuff about characters.

What else do people put in intro posts….

OH WELL HERE IS LINKS EXPLAINING STUFF ABOUT MY (main) SCP OC BC THIS WAS WHAT THE INTENTION OF THIS POST ORIGINALLY WAS 💥💥

Uhh mostly the info about him!!!

AND A FIC WITH HIS STORIES AND STUFF IN IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!???!

[deathnotearchive]

Hi after almost nine months I am finally making an introduction post.

Welcome!!

The goal of this blog is to find and reblog as many Death Note related fanworks as I can.

The Death Note fandom is full of passionate, talented, and creative individuals whose contributions deserve to be shared and appreciated, and I want to help share and appreciate said contributions as much as possible. Also the knowledge that someone’s fanwork could drop off the face of the earth never to be found again because it was deleted or something keeps me up at night and I want to make sure those works can still be accessible to others.

I predominantly reblog from blogs who have posted recently, but that is purely because they are the easiest to find. If you know any older blogs that used to post any form of Death Note fanworks, I would appreciate it if you sent them to me.

In order to make this blog easier to navigate, I have created a google doc containing links to all of this blog’s tags relating to characters, formats/types of fanworks, relationships (both platonic or otherwise), and years. If there’s anything wrong with the links, please let me know.

As my aim is to archive as many Death Note related fanworks as I can find, when looking through this blog, there is a good chance you will find something that makes you uncomfortable. If that bothers you, then I recommend going through the google doc and filtering any tags that contain anything that will cause you discomfort (you can filter tags by going to settings —> account —> content you see —> filtered tags). Please do not harass me or anyone else over fanworks that personally make you uncomfortable, all you will succeed in is making others uncomfortable in return. If you don’t like something, just don’t engage with it.

Finally, if you have any questions/need to tell me something, please feel free to send an ask. I will try my hardest to respond as quickly and comprehensively as possible. You can also ask me to try and find a specific fanwork/creator, but there’s a very good chance I won’t be able to find what you’re looking for. Regardless, if I do find it, I will let you know as soon as I can.

[fictionadventurer]

A Crazy Tale

By G.K. Chesterton (1897)

"Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon."

It is incredible, but true, that a young man sat opposite me in a restaurant and spoke as is hereafter set down.

He was a tall, spare man, carefully dressed in a formal frock-coat and silk hat. His tone was low and casual, his manner simple and very slow, and his bleak blue eyes never changed. Anyone just out of earshot of the words would have supposed that he was describing, in a rather leisurely way, an opera or a cycling tour. I alone heard the words; and ever since that day I have gone about ready for the Apocalypse, expecting the news of some incalculable revolution in human affairs. For I know that we have reached a new era in the history of our planet: the creation of a second Adam.

He spoke as follows, between the puffs of a cigar:

"I do not ask anyone to believe this story. Only in some wild hour of a windy night, when we could believe anything, when the craziest of a knot of old wives is wiser than all the schools of reason, when the blood is lawless and the brain dethroned, when we could see the windmills grind the wind, and the sea drag the moon, the apple-tree grow lemons, and the cow lay eggs, as in a wild half-holiday of nature; then, in the ear and coarsely, let this tale be told.

"When my story begins, I was walking in a still green place. The words sound strange and abrupt even in my own ears; but there is a reason for their abruptness.

"At that point the record of my life breaks off. The day, hour, or second before some stunning blow, some tremendous event befell me, and I awoke without a memory.

"Of the lost knowledge thus sealed within me I have a kind of half-witted fear. I move trembling in the close proximity of something huge, yet hidden in the darkness of my brain. Only of two things I am convinced. The first is, that this event, which I cannot recall, was the greatest of my life; that after all my adventures, wild as they were, were dwarfed in its unapproachable presence. The second comes of a certain hour, when suddenly, and for a second, the veil was lifted and I knew all. It had gone in a flash, but I am profoundly convinced that if I tell to another all the circumstances that led up to that instantaneous revelation, to him also, as he studies them, the words will suddenly give up their meaning, and their simplicity strike him with an awful laughter.

"This then, is the story.

"The greenness, that I walked like one in a dream, stretched away on all sides to the edges of the sky. Sleepily, I let my eyes fall and woke, with a stunning thrill, to clearness. I stood shrunken with the shock, clutching myself in the smallest compass.

"Every inch of the green place was a living thing, a spire or tongue, rooted in the ground for those fantastic armies. The silence deafened me with a sense of busy eating, working, and breeding. I thought of that multitudinous life, and my brain reeled.

"Treading fearfully amid the growing fingers of the earth, I raised my eyes, and at the next moment shut them, as at a blow. High in the empty air blazed and streamed a great fire, which burnt and blinded me every time I raised my eyes to it. I have lived many years under this meteor of a fixed Apocalypse, but I have never survived the feelings of that moment. Men eat and drink, buy and sell, marry, are given in marriage, and all the time there is something in the sky at which they cannot look. They must be very brave.

"Again, a little while after, as in one of the changes in a dream, I found myself looking at something standing in the fields, something which looked at first like a man, and then like two men, and then like two men joined, till, after dizzy turning and tramping round it like the searching of a maze, I found it was some great abortion of nature with two legs at each end, calmly cropping the grass under the staring sun. I have said that I ask no one to believe this story.

"So I travelled along a road of portents, like undeciphered parables. There was no twilight as in a dream; everything was clear cut in the sunlight, standing out in defiant plainness and infantile absurdity. All was in simple colours, like the landscape of a child's alphabet, but to a child who had not learnt the meaning.

"At one time, I seemed to come to the end of the earth; to a place where it fell into space. A little beyond, the land re-commenced, but between the two I looked down into the sky. As I bent over I saw another bending over under me, hanging head downwards in those fallen heavens, a little child with round eyes. It was some strange mercy of God assuredly that the child did not fall far into hopeless eternity."

The young man paused reflectively. I tried to say "a pool," but the words would not come. I seemed to have forgotten it. I seemed to have forgotten everything except his terrible blue eyes, big with unsupportable significance. Then I realised that he was speaking again. "I heard a great noise out of the sky, and I turned and saw a giant. Stories and legends there are of those who, in the morning of the world, strayed also into the borders of the land of giants. But it is impossible for any tongue to utter the overpowering sense of anarchy and portent felt in seeing so much of the landscape moving upon two legs, of looking up and seeing a face like my own, colossal, filling the heavens.

"He lifted me like a flying bird through space and set me upon his shoulder. I shall never forget the sight of his huge bare features growing larger as I came nearer to them; the sun shining on them as they smiled and smiled; a sight to give one dreams."

The young man paused again. I seemed to feel the whole sane universe of custom and experience slipping from me, and with an effort like a drowning man's I cried out desperately. "But it was a man--it was your father."

He raised his eyebrows, as at a coincidence. "So they said," he observed. "Do you know what it means?"

I found myself broken and breathless, as Job might have been, battered with the earthquake question of Omniscience.

He went on, smoking slowly.

"With the giant was a woman. When I saw her something stirred within me like the memory of a previous existence. And after I had lived some little while with them, I began to have an idea of what the truth must be. Instead of killing me, the giant and giantess fed and tended me like servants. I began to understand that in that lost epic of adventures which led up to the greatest event of my life, I must have done some great service for these good people. What it was, I had, by a quaint irony, myself forgotten. But I loved to see it shining with inscrutable affection in the woman's eyes like the secret of the stars. There are few things more beautiful than gratitude.

"One day, as I stood beside her knee, she spoke to me; but I was speechless. A new and dreadful fancy had me by the throat. The woman was smaller than before. The house was smaller: the ceiling was nearer. Heaven and earth, even to the remotest star, were closing in to crush me.

"The next moment I had realize the truth, fled from the house, and plunged into the thickets like a thing possessed. A disease of transformation too monstrous for nightmare had quickened within me. I was growing larger whether I would or no.

"I rolled in the gravel, revolving wild guesses as to whether I should grow to fill the sky, a giant with my head in heaven, bewildered among the golden plumage of Cherubim. This, as a matter of fact, I never did.

"It will always fill me with awe to think that no sign or premonition gave me warning of what I saw next. I merely raised my eyes--and saw it.

"Within a few feet of me was kneeling one of my own size, a little girl with big blue eyes and hair as black as crows.

"The landscape behind her was the same in every hedge and tree that I had left; yet I felt sure I had come into a new world.

"I had got to my feet and made her a kind of bow, looking a fantastic figure enough; but a red star came into her cheek.

" 'Why, you are quite nice,' she said.

"I looked at her enquiringly.

" 'They say you are the mad boy,' she said, 'who stares at everything. But I think I like them mad.'

"I said nothing. I only stood up straight, and thanked God for every turn of my rambling path through that elvish topsey-turveydom, which had led at length to this. Although I had not asked for a miracle in answer, two or three drops of clear water fell out of the open sky.

" 'There will be a storm,' cried the girl hastily.

"She seemed quite frightened of the dark that had come over the wood, and the shocks of sound that shook the sky now and again. This fear surprised me, for she had not seemed afraid of the grass.

"She seemed so broken with the noise and dark and driving rain that I put my arm round her. As I did so, something new came over me: a feeling less alien, and disturbed, more responsible and strangely strong; as if I had inherited a trust and privilege. For the first time I felt a kinship with the monstrous landscape; I knew that I had been sent to the right place.

" 'You are very brave,' she said, as the deafening skies seemed bowed about us and shouting in our ears; 'Do you not hear it?'

" 'I hear the daisies growing,' I said.

"Her answer was lost in the thunder.

"We were miles further on before she said, 'But are you not mad?'

"I spoke; but it seemed as if another spoke in my ear.

" 'I am the first that ever saw in the world. Prophets and sages there have been, out of whose great hearts came schools and churches. But I am the first that ever saw a dandelion as it is.'

"Wind and dark rain swept round, swathing in a cloud the place of that awful proclamation."

The young man paused once more. Some one near me moved his chair against mine. I remember with what a start I realised that I was in a crowded room; not in a desert with an insane hermit.

"But you have not told me," I said, "of the great moment: when you seemed to have discovered all."

"It is soon told," he said. "Ten years afterwards the girl and I stood in one room together: we were man and wife. Other men and women went in and out, all of my own stature. There were no more giants; it was as though I had dreamed of them. I seemed to have come back among my own people.

"Just then my wife, who was bending over a kind of couch, lifted a coverlet, and I saw that for which, haply, I have been sent to this fantastic borderland of things.

"It was a little human creature hardly bigger than a bird. And when I saw it, I--knew everything. I knew what was the greatest event of my life: the event I had forgotten."

I said "Being born" in a low voice.

I did not dare to look at his face.

The next consciousness I had was that he had risen to his feet, and was putting on his gloves very carefully.

I sprang erect also and spoke quickly.

"What does it mean? Are you a man? What thing are you? Are you a savage, or a spirit, or a child? You wear the dress and speak the language of a cultivated pupil of this over-cultivated time: yet you see everything as if you saw it for the first time. What does it mean?"

After a silence he spoke in his quiet way.

"Have you ever said some simple word over and over till it became unmeaning, a scrap of an unknown tongue, till you seem to be opening and shutting your mouth with a cry like an animal's? So it is with the great world in which we live: it begins familiar: it ends unfamiliar. When first men began to think and talk and theorise and work the world over and over with phrases and associations, then it was involved and fated, as a psychological necessity, that some day a creature should be produced, corresponding to the twentieth pronunciation of the word, a new animal with eyes to see and ears to hear; with an intellect capable of performing a new function never before conceived truly; thanking God for his creation. I tell you religion is in its infancy; dervish and anchorite, Crusader and Ironside, were not fanatical enough, or frantic enough, in their adoration. A new type has arrived. You have seen it."

He moved towards the door. Then I noticed he had come to a stand-still again, and was gazing at the floor apparently in deep thought.

"I have never understood them," he said. "Those two creatures I see everywhere, stumping along the ground, first one and then the other. I have never been content with the current explanation that they were my feet."

And he passed out, still carefully buttoning his gloves.

I went back to the table and sat down. About four minutes after he was gone I felt a kind of mental shock, like something resuming its place in my brain.

It occurred to me that the man was mad. I am almost ashamed to admit with what suddenness it came. For so long as I was in his presence, I had believed him and his whole attitude to be sane, normal, complete, and that it was the rest, the whole human race, that were half-witted, since the making of the world.

[dissociationswagcompetition]

DISSOCIATION SWAG COMPETITION... 2!!!

What is Dissociation Swag Competition?

Dissociation Swag Competition is a Tumblr bracket-style tournament meant to pit fictional characters against each other who have (canonically or headcanon) dissociative disorders! These include, but are not limited to:

Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)

Depersonalization-Derealization Disorder (DPDR)

Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder (OSDD)

Unspecified Dissociative Disorder (UDD)

Dissociative Amnesia

Dissociation as symptoms of other disorders (including anxiety, depression, PTSD, BPD, OCD, and many others)

This is NOT meant to romanticize mental illness. Instead, this is to celebrate characters like us and push for more positive representation!

Round 1 was run back in February and March 2023, and now we're running a second round of it!

NOMINATIONS

You can nominate characters with this form! Just keep in mind the following rules:

Fictional characters only, no real people!

Characters do not need to canonically have a dissociative disorder, headcanons are accepted

Characters featured in round 1 can be nominated, except for Shallan Davar (Just to avoid having the same winner in round 2)

Submit one form per character, start a new form to nominate a new character!

Only submit one form per character, no spam nominations!

NOMINATIONS WILL CLOSE OCTOBER 1, 2023

Bracket size, timelines, etc will be announced closer to nominations ending, stay tuned!

[a-special-sort-of-soulmate]

welcome !!

Hi! This is a new blog about qpr’s! We specifically are going for story telling, awareness, and silly posts!

About Us

@wintry-whimsy - Winter, they/them (Genderfluid, asexual, sapphic)

@thesaddestjoysandthesmallestlies- Kit, they/them, it/its. xe/xem (Aceflux, lesbian, aroflux, panromantic)

@dsm--v - maci, he/him, she/her (trans, bigender, aroace)

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Rules

When submitting asks, please keep them sfw, all mods are minors

Please keep questions respectful (If you phrase a question in a disrespectful way it will most likely be ignored, so please be kind!)

Be kind to everyone

Know that if you are being disrespectful we can and most likely will block you

nsfw blogs can interact just keep rule one in mind

please keep qpr related asks here, not the mods askboxes

zoos, transids, radqueers, and terfs are not welcome here.

[alextheoccasionalwriter]

Nine People I'd Like To Know Better - Tag Game

Rules: Answer the questions and tag nine people you'd like to know better.

Thanks for the tag, @annakayy!

Last song I listened to: Running With The Wolves by AURORA

Currently watching: The Great British Baking Show. Just started but I'm already looking forward to watching more. I've also been debating on watching the og ATLA due to finishing the new release and having conflicting feelings.

Spicy/savory/or sweet?: Savory although I'm a sucker for chocolate..

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: (I always have so many of these) It's gotta be the Shadowhunters series. I'm on City of Heavenly Fire and I've just plowed through this series.

Gentle tagging: (Don't feel obligated to play! And if anyone else wants to do it, go for it.) @witluvmary, @girlonedge, @lavenderymoons, @nosysanta, @snoopyreadsliterature, @athenswrites, @perfecttalemiracle, @hundredpages, @peacefulandcozy

[thatonefreemanversefic]

(ok so this is probably a spoiler but) for martini, mercy, and freerun, is this a game? like,,, is martini just in vr, or is freerun trying to set a record? also related: do any of them have any game mechanic stuff? like reloading/respawn (probably not), grenade jumping, noclipping?

For Martini and Mercy: Nope! While I do love my HLVRAI's that are canonically accurate, I adore Not A Game AUs all the more. As for Mercy, I just think his character hits harder if he's just... some guy. Just built like that. (This would only really be a spoiler if it were true, but it's not so you do not have to worry!!) For Freerun: Yes and No. Not in like a maybe sort of way, but more like Schrodinger's Cat. He both is and isn't. partly because I can't decide and partly because I don't want to. I think either concept is incredibly interesting, so I'm trying to leave it vague so that you as an audience can decide for yourself. Game Mechanics: Depends on the mechanic, but a lot of them actually WILL be implemented. When I find the right moments anyways. Mercy will be using grenade jumping (and explosives in general) religiously, Freerun might get some noclipping moments (though I also might just leave that to our noclipping king), and fun fact about the respawn/reloading stuff! I sort of did have a plan to use that (not sure if I will but it was in the notes originally), but not for any of the characters you have listed :) ((Also one final side note: Thank you for the fun ask!! I don't mind the ones that ask for clarification or anything, but ones that get me talking about the story are very fun!! Also don't be afraid to ask things you think are spoilery, I will simply work around that!)