#it’s still an interest of mine it’s just more on the backburner

[ofj-art]

Developing fangan designs are so much fun. Having a sort of gimmick with their talent is a great prompt to jump off of. It’s sort of low stakes designing.

When I design for Rift it is still fun, but it’s with the expectation that because Rift is a comic I’m gonna need to break these designs down to their essentials and plan them out in a way that’s easy to understand for replication. There’s also gotta be sooome level of groundedness in their presentations. Distinct styles, but practical to a degree to suit their world. Although I am trying to incorporate more whimsical exaggeration. Loosen up a bit for maximum expression. But I’m still drawing them over and over again, but in many different poses and angles for my comic.

Fangan characters are much less serious of stakes. They have motivations and a level of depth as any character, but there’s a level of campiness that makes it more simple. They have full permission to be a bit goofy because of the tone of the story they exist in. Their presentation is direct and on the nose (unless subverting your expectations which is still fun!)

Idk, it’s just a fun time. I’ll be posting some of my designs sooner or later. As much as I love Rift I need a break from it sometimes so I can come back to it with fresh eyes and renewed vigor. Working on my fangans is an excellent distraction and great practice for a variety of character designs. Styles, body language, and body type. And it doesn’t need to be too serious.

[causticsunshine]

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[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION.

I don't usually put myself out there as it makes me nervous. But I've been a lurker for way too long, and it's about time I step out of my comfort zone. So, hello! I'm Dee (she/her), twenty-two, and have found my voice with storytelling.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and continues to be the tool I turn to when I need an outlet to freely express myself. I have, unfortunately, hit a rough patch with consistency, and I'm here to bring all of that motivation and inspiration back. Especially since there are one too many WIPs sitting on the backburner, and they're all calling my name.

As someone who loves to dip their toes into every genre of fiction, I will read anything that peaks my interest. However, when it comes to creating, my works usually fall under romance and mystery. With practice, I intend on branching out into other genres I don't write often. There's a lot to explore in the world of writing, and I don't want to limit myself to only two categories.

Creating this blog provides me the space I need to accomplish the many goals I often dream of achieving. I acknowledge that it all starts with the ability to hold myself accountable. To show up for myself. To become comfortable with the uncomfortable. Putting myself and my projects out into the world is only the first of many steps, and it feels quite liberating.

I aim to use the voice I've found to not only contribute to the progression of POC representation, but to touch on several topics that remain heavily stigmatized in today's media. There’s a joy that runs through my veins every time I see someone like me on my screen or in a book. I feel seen, heard, and proud. I feel important. But as a creator, there’s that itch that can only be scratched when I create. When I make something that lets the next person know that they’re not invisible. That they're valued, loved, and appreciated. That's what I hope for when someone reads a project of mine. For them to feel the same rush of joy flowing through them as it does me.

Wow, I’m a yapper. I'd like to close this intro off with some fun facts, so here are some of my top five favorites with sidenotes because I still want to yap a bit more about the things I adore.

SOLO ARTISTS:

ARI LENNOX ✧ ˚ · . CHOCOLATE POMEGRANATE — GET CLOSE — GOAT — POF — UP LATE

HALSEY ✧ ˚ · . 100 LETTERS — I HATE EVERYBODY — NIGHTMARE — ROMAN HOLIDAY — THE LIGHTHOUSE

HOPE TALA ✧ ˚ · . CHERRIES — EDEN — I CAN'T EVEN CRY — LEAVE IT ON THE DANCEFLOOR — SUNBURN

MELANIE MARTINEZ ✧ ˚ · . ALPHABET BOY — DEAD TO ME — EVIL — NOTEBOOK — STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

HALIMA ✧ ˚ · . DOWNTOWN — FORD CARDINAL — IF LOVE WAS GREEN — SAMANTHA — TALK

BANDS:

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ✧ ˚ · . AIRPLANES — BETTER MAN — KILL MY TIME — LONG WAY HOME — TEARS!

FALL OUT BOY ✧ ˚ · . BANG THE DOLDRUMS — CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO — HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET — NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER — WHERE DID THE PARTY GO

FLO ✧ ˚ · . CARDBOARD BOX — FLY GIRL — IMMATURE — SUITE LIFE (FAMILIAR) — WALK LIKE THIS

PARAMORE ✧ ˚ · . BIG MAN, LITTLE DIGNITY — CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE — FRANKLIN — MISGUIDED GHOST — PART II

THE INTERNET ✧ ˚ · . DONTCHA — HOLD ON — LOOK WHAT U STARTED — SOMTHING'S MISSING — SPECIAL AFFAIR

GAMES:

CORAL ISLAND ✧ ˚ · . IF I START LISTING NAMES, I'M GOING TO MENTION EVERYONE. BUT I'M A LOYAL MARK GIRL. AND NOAH... AND MILLIE, EVA, BEN, Y—

DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT GAME THAT SOOTHES MY INNER CHILD.

DON'T STARVE [TOGETHER] ✧ ˚ · . I MAY OR MAY NOT STILL SUCK AT THIS GAME AFTER A SOLID THREE YEARS, BUT I'M A WIGFRID MAIN.

STARDEW VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . I LOVE SEBASTIAN AND LEAH, AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL IF I HAVE TO.

THE SIMS 4 ✧ ˚ · . WHERE I SPEND A LOT MORE TIME IN CREATE-A-SIM AND BUILD MODE COMPARED TO PLAYING THE ACTUAL GAME.

TROPES:

FAKE RELATIONSHIP ✧ ˚ · . MHM... JUST SAY YOU LIKE EACH OTHER ALREADY.

FATED MATE ✧ ˚ · . I'M A BIT PICKY ABOUT THIS TROPE THOUGH. THINGS TEND TO MOVE VERY QUICKLY BUT I ENJOY IT NONETHELESS.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS ✧ ˚ · . A CLASSIC THAT DOESN'T NEED AN EXPLANATION.

REUNION ✧ ˚ · . ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THEY REMINISCE OLD MEMORIES, OH MY GOODNESS. I EAT THIS TROPE UP EVERY TIME.

SLOWBURN ✧ ˚ · . NO DOUBT THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE TROPE. THE BUILDUP TO EVEN THE TINIEST PIVOTAL MOMENT ALWAYS MAKES MY HEART THUMP.

TV SHOWS:

CRIMINAL MINDS ✧ ˚ · . YES, I’LL WATCH ALL 16 SEASONS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND FALL IN LOVE WITH PRENTISS EACH TIME. WE WERE ALSO ROBBED OF BEARDED HOTCH CONTENT.

BRIDGERTON ✧ ˚ · . DO I CRY EVERY TIME I WATCH GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE'S STORY? YES. WILL I CONTINUE TO REWATCH IT AND RECITE THE LINES EVERY TIME SOMETHING REMINDS ME OF IT? ASOLUTELY.

THE BEAR ✧ ˚ · . I WISH I KNEW OF AYO EDEBIRI BEFORE THIS SHOW BECAUSE THAT WOMAN IS AMAZING??? LIKE, HELLO???

THE EQUALIZER ✧ ˚ · . *mini spoiler* STILL CAN'T STOP THINKING OF DANTE'S GRIN WHEN HE GOT TO SEE MEL, ROB, AND HARRY'S LITTLE WORK SPOT FOUR SEASONS LATER.

SWEET MAGNOLIAS ✧ ˚ · . HELEN, MADDIE, AND DANA SUE IS HOW I PICTURE MY FRIENDS AND I IN THE FUTURE. MARGARITA NIGHTS, BEING AUNTIES TO EACH OTHER'S CHILDREN, UGH. I LOVE THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

And that concludes this introduction on me and this blog. I would love to connect and befriend other authors, so please don't hesitate to reach out as my DMs will always be open! I'd love to support and read your works, so don't be hesitant to share them with me if you'd like.

I hope you all will enjoy reading my works as much as I enjoy the process of bringing my ideas to life.

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[crappy-writings]

Keeper of Shadows

Wanda MaximoffxReader // Series

Series Summary: An odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York piques your interest, especially when they seem to be related to the strange powers you received when you were 10 years old. By some stroke of luck or misfortune, the Avengers too are investigating the case, and you are their number one suspect. In a temporary alliance, you work together to discover why people are dying, unraveling a line of love, secrets, and betrayal.

*Image is not mine, credit to the creator

Chapter 1: The Agent, The Witch, and The Sword

(Chapter) Summary: With a strange rise of murders in the outskirts of New York, Natasha and Wanda are sent to investigate. While scouting the scene, they meet a rather curious figure, one they have not determined if they are friend or foe.

Trigger Warnings: descriptive murder details, crime scene details, guns, blood, injuries, cannon typical violence, I think that's it

Word Count: 3,714

A/N: This has been on the backburner for about 2 years, I think, and only now got around to writing it. Like, there’s a whole 10 page doc about this idea. I don't know if its any good but hopefully it makes sense.

Also, there’s a line here that feels topical and I wanna say Free Palestine.

Chapter 2 →

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Wanda’s room at the Avengers Compound still felt rather… uncomfortable. She had spent months trying to find authentic Sokovian trinkets, crafts and cultural items to remind her of home, but they were hard to come by out here in the states. She filled it with other things, generic room decor like blue candles, and blue shaded lamps, a small hourglass with red sand, and a globe that she had added red push pins to, marking the places she had been to. A guitar with a stand and sheet music laid beside her bed.

She has a pin board that hangs over her desk, salvaged photographs of her family reminding her of a life short lived. One was a family photo, her mother carrying a four-year-old Pietro while her father carried a four-year-old Wanda, bright goofy smiles over the children’s face. Another, an image of her mother holding a baby Wanda and baby Pietro,  as well as a photograph of a young Pietro, a mess of toys and household objects scattered about.

She hoped that keeping mementos of home would bring her comfort. Instead, it brought waves of bittersweetness and nostalgia. Although there was comfort in home, she was also reminded that she would never return there. There was nowhere to return to. Where once stood a war-torn yet proud country remained a pile of ash, and rubble, and death.

She sighs deeply, dropping her clothes in her hamper, having had swapped it out for a somewhat loose fitting, black, repurposed S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. She finished adjusting the standard issue gauntlets and belt, before sitting down on her bed to put on her boots. A soft knocking came from the door.

“Come in,” Wanda’s accented voice calls out as she laces up her boots. “You ready?” Natasha asks as she poked her head through the door. 

“Yeah,” she replies as she stands from her bed.

“Alright then, let’s go, Hill’s contact is waiting for us,” the red-headed assassin says as Wanda approaches her. Natasha also wore a similarly fitting S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, except she wore her own customized gauntlets and belt, along with her usual weapons. 

“Why exactly did we get called in by the FBI?” the brunette asked as both women walked through the corridors of the Compound. 

“Well, one of Hill’s old contacts called in a favor. They’re working a case that seems to be… more aligned with our type of work,” Natasha says cryptically. “You mean aliens, godly beings, Hydra experiments and genocidal robots?” Wanda asks at an attempt at humor.

“Yep, just about sums it up,” Natasha gives her a small smirk as they walk towards the garage. 

“Is there anything we know about the case?” Wanda asks as both Avengers approach Natasha’s Black-colored Corvette.

“There’s been a series of murders at one of the national forests. Fourth body was found about three hours ago. Here’s the file,” Natasha opened the driver’s side door, and handed Wanda a yellow file folder as she sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Since when do we investigate murders?” Wanda asks curiously as she takes the file from Natasha’s hand.

“You’ll understand once you read the file,” she sighs as she begins to drive out of the Compound. 

The file details a series of gruesome attacks, most of them having taken place just a few miles away from the Finger Lakes National Forest, the investigation being led by Special Agent Gregory Miller. All of them had happened in the span of the last four months, each body was found approximately 25 miles away from each other. The file included the postmortem reports of three victims, detailing blackened scratches and long cuts throughout the victim’s entire body, as well as odd, swirl-patterned burn marks along the upper body. Bruises circled the victims’ necks and one of the victims had a sprained ankle, believed to have occurred as they attempted to run from their attacker. The file included forensic photographs of the victims, much to Wanda’s discomfort.

Interviews with the victims’ kin all described them to be acting angry and erratic, before leaving without notification. No victim was known to take any illegal substances, nor were they diagnosed with any ailments that could potentially cause their sudden change in behavior. 

Forensics reports that the attacks seem to be almost animalistic. The blackened nature of the wounds was not due to decay and were not consistent with regular burns. They did not exactly understand what it was. The official determined cause of death for all the victims was strangulation.

Lastly, the report included newspaper clippings describing the attacks to the general public:

Bear attacks or murder? Odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York confound authorities

Concerns among citizens of the Upstate area rise as another body is found near the Finger Lakes National Forest. 

The body of Elijah Brown, a 46-year-old accountant from the Upstate area, was found 10 miles away from the outskirts of the National Forest. This is the third victim to be found in the area.

Local law enforcement informed investigators that the injuries and cause of death for the three victims are consistent with bear attacks. Citizens voiced their concerns over the wild creatures making their way to residences and potentially hurting them, their loved ones or neighbors.

Despite this, private sources indicate that authorities are considering it may be due to a new potential serial killer, despite the allegations of the deaths being caused by bear attacks. All three bodies have been found within approximately 25 miles away of each other, all within a four-month time period. 

When confronted with the allegation that it may instead be a serial killer, officer Davis stated, “We are currently waiting on the coroner's report of the victim to determine whether this was a tragic accident or a potential murder. Our investigation team is waiting on these results before determining what is going on.”

Investigators learned from the victim’s son that Mr. Brown was not known for hiking or hunting, putting into question why he had been out in the forest in the first place.

As the community waits for answers, Park officials and The U.S. Fish and Wildlife department advises hikers to remain on clearly marked paths when out and to wear bright or reflective clothing, and hunters are urged to take every necessary safety precaution, including staying in designated hunting areas, avoid refuge areas, and to make sure your certifications are up to date.

“This is…” Wanda interrupts the comfortable silence they had been riding in the last 30 minutes.

“Yeah,” Natasha says, her lips pressed tightly.

“I can see why he called in the favor,” Wanda comments as she closes the file, “do they have any leads?”

“Don’t think so, they would’ve included it in the file,” Natasha answers with a slight shake of her head. Wanda watched as they zipped through a winding road, a lush, autumn-colored forest stretching both in front and behind them. Up ahead, she notices a large “Finger Lakes National Forest” sign, along with other road signs nearby.

“Do you have any idea what it could be?” Wanda presses tentatively.

“Honestly? No. I’ve never seen anything like this,” the Widow replies.

Wanda hummed in acknowledgement. Both women carried on a pleasant conversation, talking about Wanda’s training progress before settling into a comfortable silence as they approached their destination. 

Natasha begins to drive off the main road, following a marked-out path into the forest. The car hit a few bumps as they drove through the beaten path. “I should've taken one of Tony’s cars,” Natasha muttered, earning a silent laugh from Wanda.

After about five more minutes, both Avengers saw the FBI trucks, agents spread throughout the forest in front of them. Natasha pulled up behind one of the trucks, leaving a generous amount of space between them.

“Here, put this on,” Natasha tosses Wanda a navy-blue jacket with yellow letters spelling “FBI” in the back as they get out of the car. “Hill’s contact wants us to blend in as best we can when we get here. Doesn’t want the public finding out that they had to call in the Avengers.” “And the S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform?” Wanda questions as she puts on the jacket. 

“Won’t stand out as much among the other uniforms, and Tony isn’t really funding clothes for missions. We make due with what we’ve got,” explained Natasha as they leave the car and head towards the crime scene.

Bright yellow police tape was wrapped around the trees surrounding the victim. Evidence markers were scarce, whatever evidence of who or what did this was near non-existent. People in white hazard suits investigated the body, taking samples and photographic evidence of the area and victim. Outside the police tape, some agents checked the perimeter, others were working away on laptops. Other forensic investigators seemed to be preparing to transport the body.

Natasha spotted Hill’s contact, a tall, brown-haired man with pale skin and a lean build. His hair was combed back, he wore black framed glasses, and he wore a large jacket, similar to the ones Natasha and Wanda had on. “Perfect timing. Special Agent Gregory Miller, thank you for offering your help,” the man introduced himself with a pressed smile, extending a warm hand to both women, “forensics is finishing up their investigation and sending the data to base as we speak.”

The man subtly cocks his head to the side and lets out a short chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Natasha asks, cocking an eyebrow at Gregory.

“No, no, it’s just,” he gestured to the Avengers’ uniforms, “if S.H.I.E.L.D. was still around, this case would’ve been taken off our hands a while ago.”

“Based on the information you sent us, definitely,” Natasha agrees.

“Yeah, well, anyways, this is James Gutierrez, age 34. A group of hunters went off the designated hunting area and found him. Wounds are consistent with what we’ve seen on the other three victims. Burns, bruises, scratches, all of it. We’ll still need to wait for the coroner’s report to establish the cause of death, but it will most likely be strangulation, just like the rest.”

Wanda was supposed to be listening to what Gregory was saying, but she was not. He repeated everything that had been in the file and although he was discussing the details of the fourth victim, they had still not gleaned any new information. 

Wanda looked around the scene as Gregory continued to talk. She saw the forensics team discuss something between them, and a few were putting away some equipment. A different forensics team was preparing to bag and transport the body. Other agents stood outside the bright yellow tape, discussing things Wanda could not hear from this distance, while others seemed to continue to verify the perimeter.

There was one agent that caught her eye, though. She could not see any distinguishing features from this distance, but she noticed they wore a black hat and jacket, printed with big white letters spelling “FBI.” She tilted her head to the side curiously as she observed the figure that simply stood there, alone. 

The figure seemed to be observing the crime scene, before pulling out a notebook from inside their jacket and writing something down. 

“Who’s that agent, the one in the hat?” Wanda asks out loud, interrupting Gregory from his monologue. “I’m sorry, what?” he asks, his eyes landing on Wanda.

“The agent up there. Their uniform is black and white, not blue and yellow,” Wanda explains.

Natasha follows Wanda’s gaze and clocks the figure immediately.

The figure approached the yellow tape but did not pass it. They subtly craned their neck, observing the victim, before writing something down again. 

“That’s the incorrect uniform,” Gregory says, furrowing his brow.

The figure looks up and accidentally makes eye contact with Wanda. A sudden rush of cold runs up Wanda’s spine, making her shiver involuntarily. They stare for a few moments, their head subtly cocking to the side in curiosity. 

Until something pulls the figure’s attention away as they suddenly look off to their right. Wanda follows their gaze but sees nothing. 

No, not nothing. The trees to the figure’s right were oddly distorted, moving from side to side in small, short waves. Best Wanda could describe it would be that it resembled heat waves radiating off hot pavements and cars. Wanda furrowed her brow in both confusion and curiosity.

But in the blink of an eye, the distortion disappears, the trees standing still behind the crime scene.

“That’s not one of my agents,” Gregory states. 

Wanda watches as the figure quickly puts away their notebook and begins to back away, their eyes never straying from whatever they saw to their right. They turn around and begin to hike up the small hill in front of them. Wanda saw out of the corner of her eye as Gregory reached for his communicator.

“Wanda, go from the right, I’ll take the left,” Natasha commands easily as she begins trailing the suspect.

Wanda nodded as she began running, circling around the right side of the yellow tape. The figure was already up the hill by the time they began their pursuit. Wanda found it odd, though, as the figure did not seem to be running away from them. Their faces gave away no signal of being caught, instead, they had looked at her in curiosity. Their focus was entirely placed on something beside them, beside the crime scene. They did not seem to be running towards something either.

No, they seemed to be leading something away.

Natasha and Wanda ran as quickly as they could, doing their best to avoid tripping over tree roots and rocks, the loud crunch of dead leaves sounding off with every quick step. The figure was fast, maintaining a good distance away from Natasha and her. That was before the stranger came to a sliding stop, staring at something in front of them. They stood quickly and backed up a few steps, their head raised as they stared at something slightly above them. 

Wanda herself began to slow down as she watched the figure do a subtle hand motion, followed by a bright light. A white light flashed in the figure’s hand, a sword magically appearing in their grip. The same cold shiver settled at the base of Wanda’s spine. 

The figure swiftly raises the sword as if to block themselves from something. She watched as the sword was met with brute strength, making it swing to the side forcefully. The figure backed up once more, before throwing an uncoordinated strike at something Wanda could not see.

Wanda tried focusing on whatever the figure was fighting, and suddenly the odd distortion, similar to the one at the crime scene, reemerged. The distortion was large, seeming to be at least three feet taller than the stranger they were pursuing. It moved swiftly, as it seemed to take a swipe at the stranger that stood in front of it, but the figure jumped out of the way just in time.

A low, bellowing sound resonated through the trees, but it sounded faint and far away. Wanda turned her head towards Natasha, “did you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” Natasha looked at Wanda with furrowed brows.

“There was this sound, and there’s something, over there,” Wanda stammers through her words as she turns back to watch the figure. They swing their sword again, and this time, it looks like it made contact with the odd distortion.

“I don’t see anything,” Natasha replied, giving Wanda a confused look.

Wanda continued staring as the distortion seemed to rise and come crashing down over the figure.

They yelled as it fell on top of them, knocking them onto the ground forcefully, their weapon falling out of their grip and their hat falling off their head. Whatever was on top of them had them pinned down as they were struggling to get up. They placed their feet firmly on the ground, attempting to squirm out of the distortion's hold to no avail. They begin kicking up into the air, as if hoping to get the mostly invisible creature off of them.

Wanda hears as Natasha takes out her gun and sees her point it forwards. Her finger hovered over the trigger but did not shoot.  

The figure suddenly screamed in pain, but Wanda could not exactly see what was happening. She watches as they struggle to reach for their sword, the weapon a few inches away from their fingers. The figure still kicked their feet up onto the air, but the distortion would not budge from place. 

Another faint, bellowing noise was heard, followed by the figure’s pained groan. Wanda’s irises flash a dark red color as she extends her hand out, urging the sword to fly into the stranger’s hand.

The figure’s head turns towards the sword, before gripping it tight and stabbing it into the air above them and twisting the blade. The figure kicked up into the air once more with a forceful yell, digging their weapon deeper into the creature’s presumed wound.

Wanda hears the creature roar again, this time louder and clearer than the other times. For a split second, Wanda swears she saw something. An inky black mass that almost resembled a giant canine, but as quickly as she saw it, it disappeared. She almost assumes she imagined it.

The distortion seemed to bob upwards, no longer pinning down the stranger. They crawled backwards quickly, sword still in hand.

“Shoot,” Wanda said suddenly, glancing between Natasha and the odd display in front of them.

“Shoot what? I can’t see anything,” Natasha said, a mixture of confusion and frustration subtly ringing in her voice. 

“Straight forwards, about 5 feet over the suspect,” Wanda instructs, her eyes staring sharply at the scene before her. Natasha shot off two bullets and Wanda watched as the bullets disappeared into thin air. “Hit,” Wanda reports.

The figure jumped up to their feet, not looking back at the two Avengers that stood a couple of feet behind them. They slashed their sword twice into the distortion, and Wanda can only assume that they hit it.

The distortion moved and Wanda saw as it was about to come down on the stranger once more. They swung their sword upwards, the blade facing up to defend themselves from whatever was about to hit them.

The creature made an impact with the sword, the force strong enough to make the figure scream and buckle under the pressure. The same bellowing sound came again, this one louder than the one before. “Shoot, two feet above the suspect’s head,” Wanda commands, watching as the figure rightens themselves and backs up a few steps.

Natasha aims and takes a few seconds before shooting, taking the necessary precautions to not hit their only potential lead. 

She shoots off three more bullets, and Wanda sees as they ricochet off of the distorted creature. The stranger then charges, sword at the ready and seems to stab at the creature. They yell as they try digging the sword in deeper, and then forcefully drags the blade to the side. The figure did not stop until the blade no longer felt any resistance and cut freely through the air. A low, guttural sound reverberated through the forest and the distortion suddenly fell with a hard thud, the figure swiftly moving out of the way before impact.

The two Avengers watched as the figure breathed heavily, staring off into nothing. After a few moments, they groaned loudly, their free hand flying over to their shoulder, their sword in their other hand. Wanda could see as crimson began seeping through the stranger’s fingers. They turned and stared down at where Wanda last saw the distortion on the ground and nudged it with their foot. 

Oddly enough, Wanda could no longer see it, the ground and the trees of the forest remaining as still as ever. 

The figure continued to stare down at the ground, lowering their sword, the tip of the blade touching the dirt and leaves of the forest floor. With a sudden flash of white light, the figure drops the sword into the ground, the blade no longer visible. For the third time, a familiar cold shiver ripped through Wanda’s body.

The figure slowly turns and makes eye contact with Wanda and Natasha, fatigue evident in their face. They continued to breathe heavily as they stared. Without breaking eye contact, they extended their free hand off to the side and made a subtle circular motion. Once again, a bright flash appeared and both Avengers watched as the figure took one step to the side and dropped entirely from their view.

Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, before running up to where they last saw the stranger. Natasha bent down to the ground, running her hand over where the figure had been last, trying to find some explanation of how the stranger disappeared.

Wanda, in turn, approached where she last remembered seeing the distorted figure. She reached out and her hand came in contact with something. She startles and backs away slightly, not having expected to feel anything. 

She shakes her head, throwing away the nervousness and hesitation, before feeling around again. She feels it again, an odd, slimy, sticky texture that makes her grimace. “Natasha, there’s something here,” Wanda announces as she retracts her hand from the invisible creature. 

“What is it?” Natasha asks as she approaches the young brunette. “I-I don’t know, it’s sticky,” Wanda replies, cringing as she rubs her thumb over the rest of her fingers, still feeling the gross texture on her hand. She forcefully waves her hand downwards, trying to get any of the excess goop off of her hand.

“Today keeps getting stranger and stranger,” Natasha mutters, her brows furrowed together, having reached out with her index and middle finger to touch the invisible creature herself. 

“They left their hat behind,” Wanda comments as she notices the piece of clothing laying on the ground.

“We’re gonna need forensics over here,” Natasha announces as she backs away from it.

“And find that person with the sword,” Wanda adds. 

“I know just the right person who can help us with that,” Natasha replied as she pulled out a phone and made a call.

Chapter 2 →

[midfight-artchive]

Hello!! It's been a while and I feel like I should explain why I've been gone for so long despite the blog working on a queue system. The short answer is mental health stuff, the long answer is below.

What's important is that the blog will now officially be on hiatus until further notice. When I come back, I'm going to overhaul how I do things behind the scenes that will hopefully bring more of the archive to you without tiring me out as much. Thank you for understanding, and again a more full explanation is below.

I've been going through probably the worst mental state I've ever been in lately. Nothing to do with the blog itself thankfully, I'm very passionate about this blog and MFM as a whole to this day, but the circumstances I'm currently in make it difficult to run this blog.

You know the saying "it gets worse before it gets better?" I'm basically going through that, fully realizing my traumas and really putting myself under a microscope to pick out what needs to be healed and improved. Things are looking up for me overall, but the amount of mental strain and exhaustion I'm experiencing can't be understated either. (Not to mention the fact that I'm still in the situation that gave me this trauma in the first place, so healing is a little difficult when I'm being retraumatized pretty much constantly... x_x) Said exhaustion makes it very hard to even fill the queue for this blog, let alone have the energy to answer asks or even tag sometimes. It's rough! This blog isn't demanding by any means and it's still too much to even think about. (And I have thought about it a lot!!! I've wanted to come back numerous times but didn't because of the constant fatigue I've been feeling.)

Part of that is because I'm neurodivergent, though, and MFM hasn't been a hyperfixation of mine for YEARS. In fact, I haven't had a solid hyperfixation since about...2019-2020? Since then I've been coasting along on special interests and even my focus on those have lasted shorter and shorter the longer time has gone on. I started this blog way after MFM was in my brainspace full time, which is why it took over a year to even set up. I felt that the premise was more important than my brain's shenanigans, though, so I pushed through and tried my best to keep it up. The sad truth is that I don't think about MFM as much as I used to, and when I do think of them these days it's more of a "damn, I really miss them...." for a few minutes before my brain goes back to whatever it's currently grabbed hold of. It's not my choice, as many people with hyperfixations know, and trust me when I say that if I could keep them in my focus long enough to keep this blog running I would in a heartbeat. The fact that this is comorbid with depression really means I have to scrap for whatever energy I can, and that means focusing on things that actively bring me joy just so I can have enough energy to get out of bed, meaning even a fun side project isn't as possible as I previously thought.

HOWEVER, NOT ALL HOPE IS LOST!!! I've started medication and as I've said, I'm working to better myself. This blog going on the backburner is me taking a break, NOT a cancellation, and when I come back I promise to be better about not disappearing for random stretches of time. :P I can't say exactly when I'll feel well enough to pick this blog back up, but it absolutely will happen.

Thank you all so much for the positive reception to this blog, and I'm looking forward to continue archiving for you all!!

[alexanderlightweight]

A Magnus from a different reality shows up and he’s here to stay. He didn’t lose his Alec because I could never do that to him. For whatever reason, he comes from an Alec-less world. (Those poor bastards.)

He was just never born. Maybe one of his parents died young or they never married or or or. Doesn’t matter.

So now there are two Magnus Banes. And both of them are enraptured by Alec. And you might think Magnus might get jealous of another him but he’s delighted. With two of him, it will be easier to look after Alec. One of them can stay with him always because now he can be in two places at once. Besides, who else could be worthy besides himself? And Alec will always love Magnus. There are just two of him now.

(And please feel free to make something smutty with this one. Alec getting taken apart by two Magnus’s is a very beautiful thought. Just one was overwhelming. Now that there are two, passing out is practically standard.)

so this actually fits with a fic i have on the backburner and i dusted it off and finished writing some of it to make it work with this prompt and i hope you enjoy it because it is definitely going to be overwhelming for him. i loved this prompt and i hope you enjoy it, thank you for sending in such lovely ideas <3

lumine

nsfw/threesome/poly/self-cest sort of

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It’s been nearly eight-hundred years of his soul-echo being torn apart from him again and again.

Magnus can no longer take the pain he knows will always come. Because the clave will not risk facing him but they will also not risk Magnus ever being allowed to find and claim his soulmate.

Magnus cannot risk Alexander slipping through his fingers one more time and so he will do every last ritual and risk everything to ensure they are finally united.

Magnus presses his palms flat to the burning ash of the pentagram.  His hands sting, the acrid stench of his own skin and blood burning fills his senses and yet still he endures, pushing past the pain and nausea to complete the ritual. 

He’s spent centuries suffering and researching to find this spell.  Waited aching hours upon hours upon years for the right time.  A little pain will hardly stop him now, not when he’s so very close.

— 

It’s been centuries since Bane has been tempted by something this interesting, this new.  A strange face — but one with magic that nearly mirrors his own— stands before him, an expensive replica but ultimately lacking the same power that Bane holds. 

Even with all of that, he and his magic taste familiar.  

“Just what has you so desperate that you would use a spell like this?”  Bane asks, almost gently as he surveys the array that has been used to summon him.  “Not even I have ever been nearly bored enough to try this and you, well you don’t have nearly the same amount of power at your disposal.  And you know it.  What is worth this kind of risk?”

His counterpart, a being whose name is the same down to the twirls of their demonic runes, doesn’t answer immediately.  Instead, he seems unsteady as he presses a hand to the image etched upon his chest bare chest and Bane’s eyes are drawn to the design.

“I know that mark.”  Bane whispers, eyes stark and gold and glowing as he stares covetously at the mark on Magnus’ skin.  

“What does that mean?”  Magnus asks and for the first time since he summoned Bane, he sounds defensive.  

“It means, that I’ll help you and I’ll fulfill your request, if you fulfill mine.”  

Bane watches with hungry amusement as his counterpart scoffs but ultimately seems willing.

“Is there somewhere for me to sign, a dotted line perhaps, for me to place my signature?” Magnus snarks at him and Bane smiles, sometimes old and dark unraveling at the opening offered him.

“Oh, I can think of something much more binding than that.”

Bane kisses his likeness with the fervor of a god accepting their tribute.  Magnus is hot and his teeth a sharp reprimand that Bane quickly tames with his tongue and hands and magic.  

“There’s no need to fight me,” Bane pulls back just long enough to say.  At Magnus’ startled confusion, he grins, “after all, fighting yourself never goes as planned.”

He uses magic to undress them both, finding similar scars on Magnus’ body but also unfamiliar ones.  He wonders just what happened.  What changed for Magnus to have a different warlock mark then him.  He must have, as Bane can’t imagine hiding his eyes and Magnus’ have yet to even flicker.  

Whatever Magnus’ mark is, there is plenty of time for Bane to discover it and this, well this is only just the beginning. 

 —  

Magnus is hot around him, tight as he opens him up and tighter still as he clenches involuntarily.   His eyes are a clear, dark brown and while Bane could dull them with magic, he won’t. 

Not yet.  

Magnus thinks it’s magic opening him up and, in a way, it is.  

Glamoured tentacles, a gift from his father in Bane’s youth, fuck into Magnus with glee.  They give him pleasure and pain until he gasps with it, on the verge of coming but not quite there. 

“Do you agree,” Bane whispers, lips pressed in a sweet mockery to Magnus’ ear, “do we have a deal, Magnus Bane.”

Magnus nods, eyes clenching shut, and Bane catches a shimmering flash and wonders if it’s tears.  

Even if it isn’t, it will be. 

Someday. 

Bane’s lip is still bleeding from their first kiss, and he bites down on Magnus’ lip, gentler than he could be. 

A reward for Magnus’ compliance.  

Their blood mingles. 

The line of Asmodeus meeting and me and the pact seals between them.  It could be finished now, the agreement complete but Bane has never been one to back away from a deal without dotting every ‘I’ and crossing every ’t’.

The room they’re in is dull.  Neutral blue sheets on an unused bed that Bane plans to christen fully.  

He shoves Magnus down and follows, using tentacles to spread his legs.  He’s fucked others in front of a mirror before, but this is different, this is new and this is all him.

His cock fills Magnus like it was made perfectly to do just that and Bane chuckles at the thought.  His palm hovers just above the mark on Magnus’ chest, his magic crossing the distance to bring the flames to life and turn them to a dancing blue on Magnus’ skin.  

“I know this mark because this is my mark.”  Bane tells him, “and that means, Magnus Bane.  That you are mine.”

Magnus shakes his head, eyes flying open in a shocked refusal and mouth parting and Bane fucks the protest from his lips with a punishing thrust, just to watch him choke on his denial.  

Whatever strange things brought Bane here, it was with a purpose and Bane will find out just what belongs to him in this new world before he destroys it.

—

Bane slips out of Magnus with a gentleness that he allows only because Magnus’ eyes are closed in rest and his legs limp as Bane unwinds them from his waist.  Magnus’ hole clenches around him, as if to beg him to stay and Bane watches as a little of his come slips free.  He’s tempted to summon a toy, something to keep Magnus’ company but as much as he would enjoy it, he doubts his counterpart would appreciate it just now.  Better to save it for later, when Magnus is more aware and welcoming of his affection and efforts.  

The contract between them hums. 

A pleasant tune that fluctuates throughout Bane’s body as he steps through the door surveys the rest of Magnus’ home.  It will settle even further once Magnus fucks Bane, but Bane plans on Magnus being awake and aware and remembering it, so he’ll wait for that pleasure.

The entirety of Magnus’ lair is a pleasant atmosphere with decor he doesn’t hate and the presence of his twinned soul everywhere.  

The contract binding him to his word tugs at him, urgently now and Bane lets out an irked sigh as he raises his hand and opens a portal, hoping to finish with this nonsense as quickly as possible.  Why Magnus is so worried about one, mewling mortal shadowhunter is beyond him, but he’ll honor their deal, no matter how silly it may seem to him.

The guidelines of what Bane was brought to do were written into the very heart of the array and so even without Magnus telling him, Bane knows who he needs to get and where they are.

Bane ignores the laws of reason and magic and steps into the unknown.  Limbo does not wait for him, as his magic has carved a way for him.  His magic goes before him and he follows, feet meeting wood and stone and angelic power humming around him.  He is in a nephilim stronghold, as apparently in this world, they still stand strong.  

A figure turns, fists raised defensively as a towel slip from his hand.  It’s undoubtedly the nephilim Magnus contracted him to find.  The one he wanted delivered safely and unharmed to his side. 

The one he paid for in advance. 

With blood and seed, pleasure and pain.  A contract more than thrice bound that even Bane would hesitate to break. The nephilim that Magnus was willing to do anything for, an open-ended payment branded into the array, so long as Alexander Lightwood is delivered to him.

Bane stares at this soft, mortal warrior.  The small scar bisecting his eyebrow and the strong corded muscle of his bare arms.  He looks young and he should look lost, instead he seems as though he's finally been found.  

“Magnus?”  Alexander asks softly, confusion and hope in his voice.  Water drops from his hair, leaving darkened spots on his sweater as he steps forward, hands lowering to his sides.  He takes only a few steps before his wariness returns.  He leaves his hands down, but Bane can read the tension in his muscles and sees the pain in his eyes as he realizes it’s not the Magnus he thinks.

“I’m to bring you to him.”  Bane says with a smirk, “I’m Bane, shadowhunter.”

"Bane?"  He’s asked and Bane nods.  "Bane."  Alexander says again, less a test and more a declaration and Bane isn’t sure why he leans forward to kiss the sound of his name from Alexander’s lips.  

The nephilim is soft and pliant to his touch, a dazed blankness to hazel eyes as Bane portals him away.  

Bane's spine lights with sparks of muted recognition as he leads Alec to the bedroom Magnus purposefully avoided earlier.  The bed inside has sheets of gold and cream, and he vanishes them with a thought.

Maroon sheets, the hue of freshly lost blood welcome him as he settles back against the headboard.  He pulls Alexander with him instead of taking him to Magnus, a soul deep curiosity growing inside of him. Alexander goes willingly, nestling between his thighs and Bane marvels that somehow, he's been split in two and yet in his hands the world beats with a warm, steady pulse. 

Bane leans down and presses their lips together, his teeth claiming as he tugs on Alexander’s lips.

Alec whimpers, lost to his kiss and Bane pulls away, letting him gather his breath before using a finger to vanish his pants.  His gold eyes feast on Alexander’s expression as his breath catches and his hand cautiously reaching out to stroke Bane's cock.

"You can worship so much more devoutly than that, little angel."  Bane suggests and places his hand on the back of Alec's neck, "share with me your ardor.  Let me taste your veneration."

Angelic power floods into Bane freely, a gift given to him with such trust that he could take it all and Alexander wouldn't even try to stop him.

It's a heady, tempting taste of the power given to him over this shadowhunter and Bane uses magic to strip Alec of his shirt and pants, leaving his hand on the back of Alec's neck, holding him in place and keeping the connection wide. 

It means that Alec can feel him, when Bane sees the mark.

It sits there, so innocently and innocuously, as though it weren't a claiming brand that Bane once spent hours upon hours toiling over.

For Magnus, the twinning of his soul to bear it, is one thing. 

For Alexander, it's entirely another.

"Mine."  Slides through his thoughts, a phantom truth that wreaks through the towers keeping him in isolation and under his touch, Alec clenches and cries out, knees tight around Bane's thigh as he comes, hot and wet and without control.

Bane admires the twists of color on Alec's mark for a moment and then brings a matching flame to his hand, twirling it around his fingers before reaching out and stroking Alec's cock, letting the flames tease the sensitive skin there.  

"There," he murmurs, "my sweet boy, aren't you.  Mine.  Matching me in every way.  Made for me, my perfection."  

There's a crown that he remembers, an old relic of centuries long past.  He'll summon it another day.  Crown Alexander in Idris' fallen treasures and anoint him as holy and royal with his cock.  One ruler to another.

For now, though, he will enjoy this moment, the one where he met his soul and their mate. 

—

Magnus wakes up feeling sore like he hasn't in centuries.  The last time he felt this sore was when he took down a horde of Lilith's scum while battling for his father's crown and it certainly hadn't been accompanied by such a delicious burn or a wet trickle of evidence down his thighs.

It leaves his thoughts sickly sweet and oozing in his skull like honey, worries like bees buzzing in his ears too loudly to concentrate and the first thought to truly penetrate the fog is Alexander.

He hurries through the loft.  Tripping over randomly placed furniture, as though his home was overturned while he slept.

The bed he'd woken in was the guest bed, the unused room that he’s used to summon Bane to leave his master bedroom untouched.

Yet when he gets to it, the door is open.

Magnus enters with his glamour down and his power out.

Gold meets gold as the heirs of Asmodeus match stares and Magnus blinks away first, lowers his gaze to search frantically and sighs in devastated relief when he sees Alexander.

Alexander is safe.  

Bane rests seated on sheets the color of freshly spilled blood as though it is a throne and Alec is in the safest place he could possibly be.  Lying spread out and naked but for a sheet and a claiming hand in his hair, face nestled against Bane's hip and lips parted in sleep a parody of a kiss against Bane's cock.

"I see why you would consider destroying the world for him."  Bane says something close to reverence in his voice and that alone is so blasphemous that Magnus can't think about it at the moment.  "I even understand why you would summon me."  There is something there, in that moment that makes Magnus understand that in this, with Alexander between them, they are closer to equals than any lineage or favored gifts from their father could bring them.

His mind is still too slow to deal with that, however, and he pushes aside everything but the need for Alec to finally be in his arms and beneath his hands.  Magnus stalks to the bed and climbs, still naked, to press a kiss to Alexander's forehead and breath in his scent, his perfect, warm scent and then he kisses his boy.  

Bane's cock twitches against his cheek and Magnus groans into Alexander's mouth as his soulmate whimpers and comes awake, sucking on Magnus' tongue and instinctively chasing him when Magnus starts to pull away.  

They part and Magnus is aware enough to shudder, his own cock hard against Bane's leg as Alexander blinks at him, hazy eyed and lips wet as he stretches in sleep-addled supplication.  

"Our good boy," Bane murmurs, hand catching in Alexander’s hair and tugging on it, earning a sleepy groan that's muffled by skin as their boy turns and yawns against the crease of Bane's groin.  "How should he greet us this morning, Magnus?  In my world nephilim would worship when they wake, do some traditions in this stay the same?"

magnus is harry shum jr portrayal and bane is godfrey gao

[settsplitt]

I NEED to know more about any of these WIPs you mentioned in your post about listing the names of your WIPs and having people ask about them:

Coyote

checooo

chestappen

galex logan

I love hearing other writers talk about their works (plus I am also insane and have a million WIPs with ridiculous names that I should be working on) 🩷

Hello!!!

when i first made that post i got so overwhelmed over the next few days because of life that i don't think i ever responded to the asks about it :') But you've caught me at a better time, so here goes!

Coyote is......abandoned now unfortunately :( i might wip amnesty it, but most of what was interesting about it still had yet to be written so :( idk. Its basic plot was supposed to be a 90s strollonso coming of age/road trip fic with like, rich city boy lance stroll running away from his posh uni life and finding washed up former low level pro racer fernando and , yknow, discovering himself while driving across america and ignoring his concerned father's calls. But....that would have taken so much energy, and i barely can write things over 4k these days, so this story which probably need atleast 20-30k was not gonna work. But that's what it was! RIP coyote

(oh and it was inspired by my fav joni mitchell song)

checooo is actually a favourite of mine. Its been sitting for a bit but i am NOT declaring it abondoned (yet). Its basically a checo character study spanning the first few years of his career (the ship is checo/nico). I love what i have written for it so far, i just fell so far down the research rabbit hole that i haven't been able to really get anything more out recently. Its def on the backburner but still simmering.

chestappen is just PWP chestappen one shot. Not even like, interesting porn just a stupid drivers room blowjob. if/when i do finish this one i don't even know if i'll post it because i think people are kind of over the PWP one shot thing from me. Plus, i want to write a longer chestappen fic later this season/at the end of this season and i don't want them to seem too similar. Idk. i need to think about this one.

galex logan is my beloved galexogan threesome! It's very near and dear to my heart! this one is....hopefully coming soon. I need to push myself through writing the actual smut but i am very intimidated by writing threesomes. Like, wdym i have to keep track of three people at once? i already use too many words to keep track of two people in most of my fics...... but yes, this one is very beloved by me. And trust me, there is angst and feelings involved! i can never NOT write angst.

so yeah! i am so bad about having a million wips constantly. I'm slowly trying to force myself through getting them all cleaned up and finished and posted but its really slow going. Plus i constantly have shiny new ideas that i want to write way more so. lol.

[anthraxplus]

I don't know enough about music to ask interesting interview questions, but would you want to like explain your artistic process for how you have made your albums? Like how long did they take to make, what's your starting point? this is a totally optional ask I just thought it would be interesting to hear about something you're interested in

ty for the ask! i feel like the answers to these questions are sorta hard for me to answer tbh because i really did just stumble into this, at least thats how it seems to me.

for baatmoia, id say it took me roughly 9 months to make from beginning to end, but i dont know when i really consciously started working on it. the concept of "making an album" was something i was essentially challenging myself to do, seeing as ive been making music for a long time and only sparsely released a smidgen of it under a different project. they were also the first songs of mine i ever wrote and recorded lyrics/vocals for, which was another challenge for me. as for the construction of it (continuous mix) thats just something i like doing with mixes - my favorite albums have A Flow to them, and i liked making it so that you couldnt have clean delineations between when songs began and ended. thats also part of my mindset behind obscuring my vocals so much, which in turn is just an expression of wanting to make an album that felt dreamy, hazy, ethereal, formless. thats also what i did for baatlnoyl, but for a different reason. i operated a lot on "vibes" for both albums since i didnt really have any other metric (and i still dont), which tbh i like because i think it helps add a very personal feeling to everything.

baatlnoyl is inspired by a dream i had, also took about 9 months(ish), and was directionless for a long time until i was a monthish away from my self imposed deadline. in this dream, i fell in love with a character of that dream and i woke up before i could really tell them. and after trying to use that dream for inspiration for one song in particular, i realized the idea fit with a sort of "call and response" i had noticed with everything else i had written (a lot of repeating motifs). so like, after 8 months of working on this, the album turned into a sort of nonlinear story about that kind of experience and what it would feel like for both people after the dream ended. i wanted this one to be noisier and harsher, but also more expansive in genre (the shoegaze/etc focus on baatmoia was also a self imposed challenge). technically speaking, a couple songs on here have been on my backburner for years, but they finally found a home here (most of it is still brand new material though). i still feel like this one isnt fully complete - i skidded into that deadline and i think it shows. im planning on fixing it up soon to hopefully actually make it the way id like to keep it.

im so sorry if these answers are like disjointed and rambling, its hard for me to explain because so much of the entire nature of these albums was "intuitive," doing something because i Simply Wanted To, because It Felt Right. if i tried to explain every component, i think itd very quickly turn into incoherent babbling. but thank you for the interest in how i make these!!

[ladyseidr]

@rosanimemuses asked: ❝ munday odd numbers ❞ ( munday meme )

When did you start writing on Tumblr?

I started writing on an old, old single muse blog in October of 2018! I feel like most people have been roleplaying here a lot longer, but I roleplayed elsewhere prior to that despite being on tumblr generally since I was ~14.

3. Who are your longest rp friends?

My early earliest are @adcthamilton and @florietiae, but I also of course count you and @ahogedetective among my longest friends here too!!! I love all of y'all so much <3

5. Least favourite thing about roleplaying?

Oof, honestly it's nothing to do with other people, 99% of other people are lovely here. To be blunt, I hate how it often has to go on the backburner due to my mental health. I really don't have a least favorite outside of that.

7. NOTP for your muse?

I don't have a ton of NOTPs (outside of like, obviously gross stuff). Plus, what I consider a NOTP fandom-wise isn't always a NOTP with trusted mutuals in roleplay, if that makes sense? Like, I really dislike the fandom vibe around Shu.ichi/Kae.de and I don't generally ship it, but I'm more than happy to explore it with a trusted mutual. Same goes for, like, William/Van.essa on @spring-lxcked (tho I still won't ship Glitch and her).

9. What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?

This varies hugely between muses, but I'd say like. . . every muse I've ever written is more confident than me LMAO. Beyond that it's very, very muse specific. For example, muses like Frederick, Kok.ichi, and William are way more antagonistic than I could ever be, which is honestly fun to explore lmao.

11. Would you write with duplicate characters? How do you think your muse would react?

Generally I love writing with dupes with a different muse of mine. In fact, I personally find that writing with dupes helps ease any duplicate anxiety I might have. However, I'm usually not big on writing dupes against one another. There's exceptions to that, of course, but overall it's not something I'm usually interested in.

13. What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?

Me when I post every headcanon the moment it pops into my mind. Honestly I can't think of any that I haven't talked about.

15. What do you look for in a rp partner?

When it comes to deciding to follow? That our writing style and rules are compatible + that they have muses I can see myself interacting with. Beyond that? Nice, shows interest in our stuff (talking in tags, showing excitement generally, liking posts, etc), and not super judgmental/negative toward others.

17. Least favourite trope?

I know I probably have something I don't like, but I can't think of anything I fully, always hate off the top of my head.

19. Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?

Usually, yes. Either Lo-Fi or my extremely chaotic instrumental playlist. Lyrics usually throw me off lmao.

21. Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

I answer this the same every time but complex characters kfsdhfkshajskd. Like, the more complex their mindset / morals / actions, the more I am in love with them. I legally have to explore the complicated shit that comes with that lmao

23. Do you ever get jealous when rping? How do you handle this?

I firmly believe everybody does and anybody saying they never do is lying lmao. Honestly, I don't really do anything? I feel it, acknowledge that it's silly, and just. . . move on. It's not a constructive feeling.

[cozymochi]

im so sorry people are being assholes in the comments of ur iz animatics :((( they bring such joy and are so well done!! forever grateful that you share you art <3 even if you decide to take them down i just wanted to let you know that you are appreciated <3<3<3 hoping your day goes well and you find small unexpected delights

I don’t plan on taking them down. That carnal part of me gets a lil’ joy when I still see nice comments anyway. It’s only been a year, but I still get comments! So that’s crazy.

BUT!!

Another fear I do have is the response if I do post again, and it’s completely different than what those 2.4k subs are expecting to see. I’ve already warned about it literally a year in advance, and then again very recently in multiple places. Idk why I SHOULD be uneased by it, but it’s not like IZ fans are quiet when it comes to their distaste when something changes. *cough.* It’s part of why I’ve distanced myself from that fandom (there’s a myriad of reasons but still).

Insanity incoming:

I don’t have immediate plans to make more animatics, they’re kind of long term thing to consider. Back when I used to make them I had NOTHING but free time and my biggest concern was feeding myself cuz my home environment was horrid and I had zero means of leaving since I lived in bum fuck nowhere! Since my last yt upload I moved out, was in a car wreck (not even 2 days in), my own car went through thousands of dollars in repairs, i got a job, went through a period where I worked nearly 100hrs for several months consecutively with hardly any breaks, and to think! It wasn’t and it’s still not sustainable. Things changed. And I do not want to go “home.” After being forced to visit family again a month ago I especially don’t want to go back.

The channel was literally a dumping ground. I got those 2k subs when I wasn’t posting for a year. So! You can imagine I might not be prioritizing a channel I only used as a dumping ground or in a state to make fully or even barely boarded videos and shitposts weekly or monthly. Idk what these people want from me schedule wise. I make $0 from it, and monetizing for a few cents isn’t worth it. I didn’t even get paid when I made thumbnails and assets for bigger channels lmfao. Yeah, I did do that. Wouldn’t know tho. Paid in “exposure” hurr hurr or “omg i need that money myself XDD cmon” whatever backwards excuse.

So what’s next in line but a bunch of strangers with fickle attention being passive aggressive and demanding I make more stuff when I say multiple times that I don’t intend to, and if I do (big if) it WON’T be what they came here for. They aren’t paying me. It’s not like I have a gajillion other things to be concerned about.

…Okay, that was a tangent.

Those few condescending comments make me just wanna outright cancel what iz stuff was left on the backburner. It was more like an indefinite hiatus until I can stomach finishing them. The files take up space anyway for the projects I’m actually interested in. Even if all of them are purely hypotheticals until I can get my focus together (which isn’t likely to happen anytime soon).

sorry about the TMI rant for a second but!! MAN!! It’s frustrating! If anything I could very well take them down. But, I won’t. Besides, for all I know some tiktok took some and it’s getting an exponentially higher amount of views anyway. I should at least keep mine…

It’s not like i don’t WANT to use it for actual new things, but the sheer pressure keeps me away. I get enough pressure to make animatics offline as it is. And if someone out there is gonna be all like “well who cares what those kids think” believe me, I get it and I promise don’t care. But at the same time it’s egghhhhhh. I delete the comments anyway.… however that doesn’t mean they still won’t bug me.

Considering all of the above it’s a miracle I don’t just take them down.

[triflesandparsnips]

Not an ask, but I made your orange blossom lip balm! While I was at it, I made the face pomatum too. The lip balm seems great, although I couldn't get it to colour at all and it smells more like coconut than anything else. Oh well. The pomatum is, uhm... trickier. It's way more waxy so harder to apply, I can't imagine using it on my face. But I did my elbows and it seemed fine for that. Anyway, thank you for the happy little piratey lunacy!

YESSSSS

So the lip balm:

With regard to color, the only experiment I really tried with that was adding colored mica, and I only did it the once. I've never tried alkanet (because Potential Liver Problems), and while I've considered trying tumeric or similar I've largely shrugged and backburnered that aspect for now. However, you can see a bit in this photo the color differences between the first batch (with the mica) and subsequent:

Figure 1. The first three versions of the lip balm. Bottom left (v.1.1) has the mica, and is slightly more orange-ish than the other two.

With regard to the coconut smell, I've found that I have to be very generous with the orange-blossom water at several stages of cooking in order to keep it present as a scent. While my initial recipe calls for only two "spoonfuls" (which I decided meant a soup spoon of some kind), as of version 3.0, I now specifically use 2+ tablespoons (2 in the original mix, enough extra for the arrowroot, and then... idk, a bit more to Vibe as needed, so it really comes out to more like 3 Tbs). I have notes for 3.1 to up the count to 4-5 Tbs, though we'll see what that does to the consistency.

I also pretty much always make two variants these days: one with coconut oil, and one with sweet almond oil (as described in the original French recipe!). So that might be a fun avenue to try in future.

ON TO THE FACE POMATUM:

I am deeply interested in what your consistency ended up being -- version 1.0 (which I have completed THIS VERY EVENING, and for which I must write up proper notes, because GOSH) is what I'd call a Ye Olde Cold Cream rather than a more modern facial lotion (which tend to be moisturizing without being heavy, as opposed to this, which is easy to use, deeeeefinitely moisturizing, but, uh, will definitely get that moisturizing goodness on anything it touches, goddamn).

Anyway, mine came out buttery af, and seems to still be so, but somewhere between removing it from the water and adding the borax, the fucker got itty bitty granules in it-- just enough to be annoying. Bah. Further research is required.

Figure 2. A smooth(ish) operator pomatum; aka, a sneak peek into later apothecary revelations.

ANYWAY. Thank you @ivoryfeathers for joining in the gay pirate mad scientist experimental fun!

[aeondeug]

i have restarted this game like ten times now. several of those attempts being in the demo. my current run with cahara i cannot find the fucking switch that brings the elevator to the caverns. at least i assume that's what that switch is for. since the times i've used the elevator, i had hit that first and i have not yet found it as cahara.

i have with the girl and her knife with me. cahara also knows dark orb and i've got access to the hexen table. i am missing an arm, but have an earlier save with both arms that i could feasibly return to. as is i am up to dealing with it for the time being. since i don't exactly intend to win on this run.

the search for the switch drove me to the point of madness and i jumped down the pit because fuck it it's not like i'd be living that long down there anyway. i know where moonless is now, though not where the soulstone that triggers the cavemother fight is. also found the mines and then i met the salmonsnake for the first time. seems like the order of operations is eyes, then tongue, then ???? at the very least the eyes and tongue need to go. the former because it apparently keeps it from slapping me and the latter because its tied to the one-hit kill move. at least i assume the eyes prevents it from slapping me? all i know is that once those were gouged out by moonless it never once did anything beyond stretch its tongue out for me.

i am half way tempted to torch the save or at least put it on the backburner while i try someone else out. probably enki because i haven't really done much with him beyond summon one skeleton and fucking die. i may return to the comfort of d'arce's crazy ass later because i do like her armor. armor makes me happy. keeps my legs safe.

anyway. i've thus far spent around 5 to 6 hours with this game, including the demo, and i have yet to find le'garde. i know i am getting close to the area where he is but i've yet to actually find him. i am amassing more and more knowledge about the early game though which is good and needed.

it's what i like best about it thus far from a gameplay standpoint? a lot of rpgmaker horror games i am familiar with tend to eschew the turn based combat thing entirely. which makes me sad. and the weird games i've played that do have it tend to keep the combat very simple. this has interesting twists to it and while, yes, solving the puzzle of the fight trivializes said fight from then on (at least right now) that's fun? because now the game isn't unfair anymore, this one bit of it. now i am the asshole. it's also nice to be playing an rpgmaker horror game that like actually uses turn based combat and also one that makes heavy use of limited supplies.

i'm used to ones that are more focused around chases from things that kill you instantly while you dick around and solve puzzles. and i love dicking around and solving puzzles as much as the next person. survival horror is one of my favorite genres after all. but like. sometimes i wish the bits being emphasized in indie rpgmaker horror games were the limited resource and loss by attrition side of the genre and not the puzzle side. i like looking at my stuff and going "do i really want to use this now?" and having to do mental math and then hope the math was right.

on that note i do like how fear and hunger's chosen to randomize the item drops. this adds a nice bit of replayability since i can't rely upon there always being certain resources in certain locations. yes there are patterns. like how seymour or whoever the fuck's room always seems to have three chances for equipment. but i do like that i can just not find shit sometimes or i can find a lot of something else. as that means that even as i am restarting after learning things i still have to actually keep the resource management aspect of the game in mind. whereas in another survival horror game i probably wouldn't need to.

[longroadstonowhere]

man, i am so glad i took vacation days to play tears of the kingdom - did a dentist thing so i didn’t start playing until the afternoon, but got some solid work done

... what did i even do today

oh, right

so obviously i picked up where i left off yesterday, with constructing a new... construct body for mineru, and then we went off into the depths to find the spirit temple, and like, i know the construct factory was basically the trials of a dungeon, and the trip over to the spirit temple was the ‘here’s how to utilize mineru’ thing that the other temples got, but i was still kinda hoping it would be more than just a boss fight

but, well, that’s what it was, and it was a decent fight, so i was okay with how that all turned out, especially with mineru pulling together the threads of the story - i’m interested now in seeing how the dialogue changes in these things depending on whether you’ve gotten the master sword or not, because i got it before finishing the sage stuff and therefore got and completed a quest in the same moment, and also mineru talks a lot about it, so it seems like they put a lot of work into making the dialogue understandable while also being dynamic

anyway, did all that, get back to lookout landing cuz i figure okay now we get to go fight the big bad, right?

nope

that whole master kohga plotline that i’ve had on the backburner since like the beginning of the game, i actually have to do it

so most of today’s main quest progress was in fact hunting around for master kohga in various parts of the depths, with a very long detour during the hebra one cuz i had absolutely no idea where the chasm they wanted me to find would be, so i ended up going into the depths and activating all the lightroots in a circle around the hebra mine so that i could focus my attention on where the chasm would have to be

after finally finding the chasm, the final kohga fight went okay - tried to treat it the same as the spirit temple boss fight but i quickly realized mineru wasn’t set up for it and it was way easier to just fight on foot, so i did (managed to finish him off with a rizu thunderbolt which felt extremely cool)

after all that, i have the destroy ganondorf goal all set to go, but i decided to run around and unlock all the great fairies and do the tarrey town quest so that i could get myself a home to put my precious weapons in (cuz i found the biggoron sword, the white sword from skyward sword, and the boomerang from wind waker, and like hell i was gonna let any of them get damaged - i know i can buy them back with poes, but still)

but now i have turned in all my current light blessings, i’ve gotten all the energy cells i can manage, and i’ve done a helluva lot of cooking to prepare myself for what is to come

so tomorrow i can finish this (for the third and final time, hahahaha)

for posterity’s sake: i have twenty one hearts (mostly because i needed to know that was when the next row would start, and holy shit you have the capacity for forty hearts in this one???), two rings and a fifth for stamina wheel, and i believe four full energy cells (very small chance it’s five, but i’ve managed to get away from the game so i can sleep, no way am i checking now, hahaha)

[ball-of-catgirl]

I'm skipping things that I have genuinely no idea what they are.

My wife and I are literally Farcille. Like we are just exactly that dynamic. I mean sometimes I try to argue that I'm sometimes Falin instead of Marcille but all of my friends strongly disagree with me when I say so. They're probably right, but I still feel embarrassed to say so. Which probably makes me even more like Marcille.

I'm somewhat familiar with Percy Jackson but never got into it

I could not get four episodes through Tokyo Ghoul without being pretty turned off by it. Just felt like an entire series about torture porn / how bad of a time the main character is having.

I think Sailor Moon is alright but I also strongly associate it with an abusive ex of mine, so it's hard to stay positive about it.

I hear a lot of good things about Bloom Into You, and it's been on my to-read/watch list for a while, but I've never gotten around to it. Plus I just like and prefer several other really good yuri series.

My mom really likes Rent, and I have a vague recollection of it being alright.

I'm familiar with Madoka and have heard good things about it, but never really gave it a watch.

Isn't Sally Face that character from Nightmare Before Christmas? That's all I know ;w;

I like Hatsune Miku a lot :> but I am also incredibly terrible at rhythm games like Colorful Stage (I actually have an amazing sense of rhythm, but my reaction time and processing speeds are low and I get overwhelmed extremely easily by a bunch of notes flying at me ;w; )

All I know about Assassin Classroom is they've got a femboy who's also technically more or less transmasc (another one of those weird problematic anime femboys whose existence is "justified" by the shaky "we raised him as a girl because we wanted a girl" thing that literally nobody does in real life and that transphobes constantly quote as being a real phenomenon alongside turning the frogs gay)

I used to like K-ON! but nowadays I kind of just associate it with racist people on the Internet and that sort of soured my thoughts on it...

I'm strongly aware of Animal Crossing but have next to no interest in it, it's just not really my thing. My friends all like it, though. I also like watching Hunter's videos on technical breakdowns of the many glitches of the old AC games :)

I hear good things about Scott Pilgrim but haven't gotten around to consuming any of the media. Been meaning to check out the Takes Off spinoff show since it's supposedly really good and I like the premise, but that's been on backburner.

Kirby's fine I guess?

Demon Slayer rang to me like yet another extremely generic shonen anime and I quickly lost interest in it, sorry. I think shonen peaked with Naruto and that's about it.

I think a friend of mine likes Baby Metal but I can't be arsed to ask about it. I like some metal. Don't really go out of my way for it, though.

Hate Genshin Impact with a passion, as a game developer sick of both the normalization of gacha mechanics and the extremely lazy "game" they slapped on top of said mechanics. No shut up I don't have the hoyoverse launcher installed on my computer what are you talking about

As I said in the replies, rare MDQ sighted? I enjoyed the comic overall after everything has been said and done. It had a few rough patches and irritating arcs that I kind of excuse because I know the artist was going through it at the time. There were also more than a few mildly uncomfy moments with stuff like incest and lolicon mentions and whatnot. Still an overall fun time with a satisfying conclusion in the end. Plus Malori is so me and/or my wife. Cerik also reminds me a lot of a close friend of mine.

Yeah, I fw DDLC hard. I want to go visit a quaint little coffee shop with Monika and talk with her about coding stuff and I'm so normal about her. Also Natsuri for life. Bisexual disaster Sayori is my spirit animal.

Bride of Chucky? I dunno I'm not into horror movies usually

I'm familiar with Coraline and have heard good things about it but I've never watched it.

I think I recognize Gumi or whatever? Don't know much about her though haha

har har hahar har, har hahar hahaaaar (I, like, vaguely fuck with the community of FNAF but also have a general disdain for it and the games and Scott Cawthon as a creator. I also am close friends with at least two people who are strongly exposed to its brainrot and often participate in discussions with them over it. I think there's merit to the series somewhere in there, but also just have too many problems with it. Follow me on my VTuber alt persona for more information on my relationship with FNAF as there's an additional element I don't like disclosing on my personal, that being the game I'm working on.)

Opinion on Honky Starbucks is basically the exact same as Genshit Impadded huh what no what are you talking about I don't already have like fifty hours in Zenless and bought the first season battle pass and rolled on every banner so far shut up that game doesn't exist aaaaaaa

IT is probably one of the few pieces of horror media I kind of fuck with, but more on a critical level, i.e. recognizing the level of genius Steven King is on with it.

[mercy-burning]

Wakeup Call - BLURB

I’ve had this idea on the backburner for a while now, but my Discord friends and I put together a little kink challenge to come back to whenever we needed inspiration, so I figured it would be a great opportunity to finally get this done! 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: SMUT (18+) Content Warnings: possession kink, consensual somnophilia (sleeping during sex), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play/eating Word Count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

Looking down at your sleeping form, Spencer's heart races possibly the fastest it ever had. He's never done anything like this before, and that alone rattles him with nerves almost as much as it excites him.

Key-word almost.

About a week prior, you were thinking aloud together, discussing things you'd wanted to try in order to spice up your sex life a little. Not that it's a bad sex life by any means, but just hours before you brought it up, Spencer had discovered something very interesting about himself.

He's very possessive over you.

You'd been on your back, on the brink of tears as he pulled a fourth orgasm from you, his hands gripping to your breasts for dear life as he pounded into you relentlessly, when he let it slip.

"You look so good like this, letting me take what's mine..."

The words seemed to finally spring you both over the edge, cries of intense pleasure erupting from your throat as deep, broken groans came from his.

After cleaning up and laying in bed wide awake just an hour later, it was obvious that there were some things to discuss.

Long story short, you both had found it extremely hot that he found himself claiming you as his in some way. And after a long discussion of other things you liked in bed, Spencer found out something interesting about you.

You have somnophilia.

And the way you'd described it to him had him hard again instantly.

It was the way you leaned into him, and the way you lowered your voice, softly explaining in detail how you loved the thought of being woken up to his tongue parting you and taking what he wanted regardless of your consciousness... It was the images running through his head of your still, sleeping body above him as he simply helped himself.

And more prominently, it was the words you'd said, implementing both of your kinks at the same time.

"I want you to claim me and take what's rightfully yours... And I want to be asleep while you're doing it..."

He came in his pants as soon as the words left your mouth.

Then, it was just a matter of setting a time and date to try it out.

The time is now, just a week later.

Spencer recalls the night before, how you'd gone over the basics of what you're comfortable with and what he could do— which is pretty much anything. You'd given him the go-ahead to fuck you however he saw fit, and with that, he could formulate a plan.

He'd peeled the blankets from your body and gently adjusted you so he could get to you more easily. Now your hands are rested gently over your stomach and your legs are spread just enough that he can fit between them.

Which is what he does, laying on his stomach and running his finger along the seam of your cunt, his eyes up to focus on your steady breathing. Slowly but surely he dips his finger in deeper and deeper, testing the waters and feeling you stretch beautifully around him. You're not awake to purposely clench yourself around him as you normally do, but all the same it's wet and warm and snug.

To take the next step, Spencer leans forward and darts his tongue over your clit, taking experimental little kitten licks until he's sure you won't wake just yet. That's when he lets himself get lost in the moment a little, serving a slow and steady rounding rhythm between his middle finger and his tongue.

The moment he hears a little whimper from your throat is the moment he pauses, slowly lifting his face to see that you've slightly adjusted your head on the pillow.

Though the thought of you waking up to his face between your legs is enticing, the jolt of excitement that surges through his body at the prospect of getting caught this early on makes him long for something else.

Your words ring loud and clear in his head, all-consuming and oh so alluring.

I want you to claim me and take what's rightfully yours...

Spencer removes himself from you then, leaning back to take off his pants and boxers. Once everything is gone, he lets you be still for a minute or two, making sure you're truly sound asleep. And as he kneels over above you, languidly jerking himself off between your legs, it becomes increasingly harder to resist the urge to wake you up right now and fuck you hard into the mattress.

He holds off, though, getting comfortable and settling himself perfectly between your thighs, lining himself up and preparing to fuck you slowly.

The very second he slips inside of you, he holds back a loud groan, settling for a sigh that would have had you in shambles had you been awake to hear it. He's so thoroughly wrecked and overwhelmed by the situation at hand that he almost comes right then and there.

He holds out though, at least for a few gentle thrusts. But by the sixth one, he's already coming, filling you with his release and praying he knows how to proceed, because he truly hadn't expected a premature ending to this excursion.

He pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, surveying your body— still succumbed to the lull of unconsciousness. When his eyes land on your exposed and dripping pussy, though, he gets an idea.

The thought makes him hard again, but he relents, getting back down on his stomach and bringing his tongue out to lick up the small stream of cum that's found its way out of you. His eyes roll back at the salty, bitter taste of the both of you together, and in no time at all, Spencer finds himself eating you out once more.

Now he takes his sweet time. And he's messy, plunging his tongue in deep and swirling around the cum he'd given you. And this time he isn't worried about moving you too much or making as little noise as possible.

He's decided that this is how he wants to wake you up.

He wants you to wake up knowing that he's already come inside you and marked you as his. He wants you to feel him everywhere. To feel his warmth, to feel his tongue spreading it around and making a mess of you...

Your eyes start to flutter open at the intense stimulation you're feeling, soft groans and whimpers falling from your lips until, finally, you're awake.

And it's even better than you imagined.

Spencer's tongue is lapping at you with fervor, and the sounds he's making... Once you realize that he's already come inside you and is now cleaning it up, you moan loud, your hands stretching outwards to touch him.

He pulls away with a glistening grin and a low, "Good morning..."

As hot as it is, though, you're close to orgasming, so you gently tug at his hair and pant. "Don't stop, please..."

You're grateful for his eagerness to finish what he started, his mouth attaching itself to you with a greed and need to possess that makes the high even higher.

It isn't long before he flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit and draws out your orgasm, using his fingers to fuck the rest of his cum into you at the same time. Even through the blood pounding in your ears, you can hear how incredibly wet you are.

And all of that totaled together pulls the lever that releases your orgasm.

Even as you come down, Spencer slows, though his tongue is still interested in cleaning you up. He laps at you slowly, the overstimulation burning just enough to feel pleasurable without it being too much.

When he finally pulls away from you, he kneels, his hands resting on your knees and a satisfied smile on his lips. "There. I think that's all of it."

You laugh, making grabby hands and trying to catch your breath. "Get over here and say good morning, Lover Boy..."

"Hmm, I thought I already did that," he muses, though he does as you asked anyway.

He greets you with a kiss, and the taste of your mixed fluids on his lips pulls a groan from your throat.

"Mmm, what a wakeup call..."

"So that was... okay?" he asks cautiously, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your arm.

"Oh, honey, it was more than okay... Seems like you thought so, too..."

He doesn't realize what you mean until you reach out and graze his erection with your fingertips. With a hiss, he flops his head on the pillow and takes in the feel of your hand wrapping around him.

"Well, since you've already eaten your breakfast this morning, I think it's my turn, don't you?"

Spencer doesn't stop you as your body snakes down the mattress and your head lowers to his crotch.

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[systematicmasspoisoning]

Who is Sam's prison for?

If you're not up to date in DreamSMP lore, Awesamdude, resident Redstone expert, was paid stacks of diamonds by Dream to make an inescapable prison. It is located in the ocean next to Bad and Skeppy's mansion and is VERY large. Supposedly it will be using Elder Guardians to keep a prisoner from mining out due to Mining Fatigue. Even if the prisoner dies of hunger, they will respawn inside. This brings up the question of how

1. they force the prisoner to click a bed inside the prison

2. how they keep the prisoner from breaking the bed.

Regardless of the mechanics of the second one, I think the first is a clue as to who Dream will trap inside the prison. Consider the 3 canon deaths lore. He has used the threat of permanently killing Tommy to get the boy to comply and click on a bed in Logstedshire. So a 'permanent death if you don't comply' is definitely an effective tactic but ONLY for people with one life left.

The main two options are Tommy and Tubbo (or Philza). Or, Dream is planning on knocking another one of his potential opponents, such as Quackity, Fundy or Techno, down to one life in the time it takes to build the actual prison.

Quackity and Fundy aren't big enough threats yet, although Quackity certainly has the potential to be a threat, in this season of the SMP, El Rapids isn't big enough of a threat yet.

Most people would assume Dream's biggest enemies on the server are Tommy and Techno. Techno's role in the grand scheme of things is, as of now, undetermined. However, as Techno is one of the authors of this SMP season, he likely has something up his sleeve. He is currently 'retired' alongside Phil in their Antarctic Empire skins in a snowy biome, but he has made appearances in Tommy's streams to mock the boy for getting exiled (just like Techno predicted with the Theseus analogy.) An alliance between the sleepbois is possibly in the works, but right now, both Tommy and Techno have made it clear there is still a lot of animosity between them. So I don't see Techno, and by extension, Phil becoming much of a problem for Dream (for now.)

Tommy, on the other hand, has been visited by Dream almost every stream while Tommy is exiled; Tommy has been manipulated by him, gaslighted and threatened. Despite making the very real threat of giving Tommy his final death, Dream has stopped Tommy from any, um, self-harming actions. Dream told him "I need you alive." Narratively, that means that Dream has plans for Tommy (they are, after all, each other's main antagonist). But Dream has also said that Tommy will remain on exile for a long time and he told Bad and Sam as they were building the prison that he doesn't intend on using the prison on Tommy (unless he begins to act up was implied.)

Because Bad and Sam (and Eret) are working with Dream, I would assume imprisoning anyone from the Badlands is out of the question. But I think it's interesting how Sam is the primary leader of the building project.

Dream said that Sam is the only one who will totally know the ins and outs of the prison. So that possibly means Sam is the only one who would know how to escape the inescapable prison. The interesting thing about Sam being included in this storyline is his connections. He and Tubbo are very close, and Sam is also friends with Tommy. Its not long of a stretch to assume that Sam's storyline might eventually lead to HIM breaking out whoever Dream imprisons. Tommy, for now, is out of the equation, so who does that leave?

Tubbo. Someone who many people are now considering Dream's puppet. Dream has been laying on the manipulation lately, playing chess with him, complimenting him and trying to increase the wedge between Tubbo and Tommy. You would think Tubbo is safe, so long as he remains pacifistic and continues to make decisions that are to Dream's benefit. But there are things going beyond the scenes that we, the audience, need to consider. The script.

Symbolism and chekov's guns have been sprinkled into the story line for a long time, and it feels as though the roleplayers have upped the ante. It's hard to think about Ghostbur' compasses without crying, but I literally can't stop thinking about what they mean. When it comes to the duo, despite their estrangement, Tommy still considers Tubbo one of the most important things in his life. He placed the "Your Tubbo" compass right beside his discs in his enderchest. Meanwhile, Tubbo held his "Your Tommy" compass in his offhand nearly all stream today. They still care for each other, obviously, but think about one of the reasons Tubbo exiled Tommy in the first place.

He felt like Tommy was choosing the discs over everything else. He felt as though the discs were the only thing Tommy cared about. There has to be a resolution to this. It's been shown by the story that the discs and Tommy's other obligations (L'manberg, his friendships) cannot coexist together for long without it driving a wedge between them.

Tubbo has been streaming more Among Us lobbies and modded Minecraft lately. When he comes onto the server, he nearly has nothing to do. He loves big project and building houses, but as of now, Tubbo has so little materials to even bother making a home and his largest project, the ocean monument, has been placed on the backburner while Sam builds the prison. Its almost....its almost like Tubbo is preparing his audience and for a period of time where he has no reason to be on the SMP. If he's imprisoned, that's not very good content to watch, is it? I also noticed that Dream pointedly did NOT tell Tubbo about the prison today, instead referred to it merely as a 'project.'

My biggest theory is that the prison is for Tubbo. Tubbo is complacent to Dream now, sure, but Tubbo is very, very smart, and- most importantly to Dream - he still has one of Tommy's discs. And Dream wants it.

When talking sweet to Tubbo no longer works, I think the prison will be the next best option. Its possible Dream will frame Tubbo for some crime (foreshadowed by how Quackity and George tried to frame Eret for Karl's murder), or someone will threaten to overthrow Tubbo and Dream will bring him to a 'secure location' to protect him. Tubbo is very nervous about losing his one life, as exhibited by the safe room under the L'mamberg podium, and other comments about his fear of becoming the next Ghostbur. Dream said that he would protect Tubbo if someone tried to overthrow him. The only threats to Tubbo's current presidency is El Rapids. Ranboo is willing to wait until the next election to become president, but Quackity has shown a strong willingness to do terrible things in order to get power. In Quackity's war against Eret and Dream, Dream made many, many references to Tubbo being a better leader, possibly sowing jealousy in Quackity's mind. Sapnap, George and Karl, as apart of El Rapids also have a bone to pick with L'manberg and may also play a part in further separating Quackity from L'manberg and fueling his desire to be the most powerful nation on the server. Absorbing New L'manberg could be the next step.

Dream could pretend to protect Tubbo by bringing him to a 'safe location', the prison, and getting Tubbo to willingly set his spawn inside. Once it comes to light that it's a prison, with Dream his captor, Tubbo will have to make a decision. Give Dream the disc in his enderchest, or stay imprisoned. Freedom, or the disc, a compromise that has been made time and time again on this server.

I think that Tubbo will hold out and allow himself to be imprisoned, while Tommy returns from exile to make a prison break, with the help of Sam. I doubt that will end well, knowing Dream.

I also think at some point, one of the boys will need to bend. Either Tubbo choses to give up his disc to Dream for freedom, or he decides to take the disc with him to his grave. Its basically the Exile decision all over again. Life/freedom, or the discs/war. Selfishness vs. selflessness.

The two boys are learning throughout this current arc to be more like the other. Throughout his Exile, Tommy will learn to be self sufficient and has had to make big sacrifices consistently as Dream blows up the progress he's made. He's learning to chose his own life over property. Meanwhile, Tubbo (although he's only streamed on the SMP once so far this week) has already shown regret for exiling Tommy, and inherently by choosing to launch a war campaign against Techno, he is learning to chose war and bravery over peace and cowardice. He will gain an appreciation for the disks and/or recognize with greater understanding what they mean to Tommy. Maybe he will learn to care deeply for his compass and learns how willing he is to wage war if the compass gets stolen. It's about the symbolism - its what the object means that is worth protecting.

I think Tubbo will die protecting the discs. Or, Tommy will tell Tubbo to give it up. This is a better ending, in which Tommy will learn that the discs represent is his friendships. And, according to Ranboo, they also represent power, according to Ranboo. But on the server, according to Wilbur (when he asks Tubbo to spy for him) people have always represented power.

To Tommy, in this arc, I hope he will learn that keeping the discs is not worth losing his best friend.