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the great thing about dutch rock band focus is that it never stops being funny to me that their most successful song ever is hocus pocus (by focus)

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All You're Good For

Daemon Targaryen x reader (OS)

You have disobeyed and upset your husband and he intends to punish you for it in a way that brings him great pleasure....

Contains: detailed smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected anal sex, fingering, crying, angst, gagging, spanking, degrading, objectification, dirty talk, mentions of words like slut and whore, dom!Daemon, slutshaming

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'Fuck, fuck, fuck.', had been the only words inside your head for the past minutes.

You shouldn't have been so naiv and stupid and careless. You desperately bit your lower lip and felt tears burning in your eyes.

Restlessly you walked up and down in your chambers and anxiously awaited your husband's arrival. Your hands were entangled and you unconsciously toyed with your fingers just to do anything. You had to touch something, distract yourself but you couldn't fight the urge to replay this wicked evening over and over again.

It had started pleasantly, a feast in honor of the king's name day with music and dancing and a warm summer night. You had drunk wine and perhaps that had been the cause of this whole mess. It had been a little too much, just the amount to make you tipsy and imprudent with the words leaving your lips.

Because at the height of the night you had found yourself talking with Lord Byvrin Martell and though you hadn't intended to, your conversation could be described as playful. Of course you were convinced that your teasing behaviour was exclusively caused by the alcohol in your blood but Daemon had been furious.

Lord Byvrin had complimented your looks, your clothes, your hair and your eyes and you had thanked him for each word as if you were a young maid looking for a handsome match rather than a happily married woman, that you truthfully were. So you couldn't even act like Daemon was exaggerating because if he had acted this way with some highborn lady you would've been equally furious. The alcohol had simply made you behave in a way that didn't meet your true self and you wanted to slap yourself for it so hard.

After a few minutes of your conversation with Lord Byvrin Daemon had spotted you and only after a moment had sensed what was happening. He had walked over to you with flashing eyes and his teeth grinded and had literally dragged you away from your companion. You had looked at him and slowly started to realize what you had done and once Daemon had opened his mouth you were filled with regret and fear.

"To our chamber. Now.", your husband had hissed and you hadn't dared to disobey him.

And now there you stood, alone and scared, panicky and desperate to see Daemon and explain to him. But he made you wait 30 more minutes and then finally entered your rooms. Though you feared what he would do or say you were just happy to see him and looked at him with big eyes.

But he didn't do you the favor of meeting your gaze and instead just slowly walked to the table in the middle of the room to put the things he had carried with him on its surface. His little dagger that he always took with him and the cloak he had been wearing because of the coldness that slowly had started to creep up.

Only then did he look at you and you twitched at the coldness in his eyes. He really was angry with you.

"Daemon…", you wanted to start just to say anything but he cut you off.

"Shut up. I don't want to listen to anything coming out of your mouth tonight."

Tears welled in your eyes. "Please, let me – " With quick steps your husband approached you and took hold of your chin.

"Have I not made myself clear?", he hissed.

And so you remained quiet as Daemon examined your face. "Oh for fuck's sake… tears? Really?"

To you this seemed like a rethorical question so you didn't reply. Then he shoved you roughly away from him towards the bed and started to walk back and forth in front of you.

"I don't think I have to tell you how much like a cheap little whore you have acted tonight. You, a married woman, have thrown yourself on this cunt. You looked like a filthy slut like this, darling and truthfully I'm embarrassed for you."

You lowered your gaze feeling ashamed at his words but Daemon remained cruel and glared at you.

"None of this. Lift your chin, you will look at me. You'll be looking down to the ground long enough tonight."

You gulped loudly but forced yourself to raise your gaze.

"Good. Now get on the ground."

A second after your husband had said these words you had dropped to your knees. All you cared about now was making him forgive you and you would do anything he asked you to. Pleadingly and with big eyes you looked up to Daemon whose expression was almost disdainful. And then his hand connected with your cheek. It was a soft slap, not hard enough to leave a print but enough to make you twitch. He hummed and then took hold of your chin again.

"You will suck me off now. And you will do so without any complaints or resistance, do you understand me?"

You nodded with a trembling bottom lip because he looked so angry with you and that made you feel scared and desperate. Daemon usually wasn't mad at you. He usually praised you, told you what a perfect girl you were for him. But now he pulled down his pants and wrapped a hand around his already hardened member.

"Open.", he said while watching your face and you followed his command by parting your lips for him. He bit his lip while inserting himself in your warm and wet mouth and hissed sharply once he was fully inside. You didn't do anything and just waited for his command. Pleasing him, that was your only concern right now and you would listen to his every order.

Daemon enjoyed feeling the warmth of your mouth for a moment and then pulled at your chin so you'd open up wider for him. He grinded his teeth looking down at you and then thrusted deep inside of you. His cock met the back of your throat which made you gag and grab his thighs but he didn't care and neither did you complain. His stones were now almost pressed to your face and you felt overwhelmed with his member stuffed into your mouth. You luckily didn't have a very strong gagging reflex but right now even you were on the edge and struggled keeping in him.

Daemon usually went very careful and slow with you when he fucked your mouth but tonight he was so mad at you that he didn't blink an eye seeing you fight. He merely used your mouth as a tool to get off and put your comfort behind. And you most certainly didn't really care either. You knew you would be able to take it if it was for him.

But something did trouble you. You hated that he didn't talk to you. You probably would have preferred for him to degrade and insult you but you didn't even get that. He just had his eyes fixed on you, an angry look on his face and his hand gripped your hair tightly. Now and then he licked over his lip or threw his head back but it seemed like he entirely ignored you.

His hand held you in place while he now increased the pace with which he entered your mouth. You felt him slide past your teeth and over your tongue and tried your best to concentrate on breathing each time that his tip hit your throat. Tears had welled in your eyes again and you couldn't exactly tell whether they came from the physical or the mental pain you felt. All you knew was that you hoped that this would calm your husband.

Now Daemon threw his head back and closed his eyes because he was driven closer to the edge with every thrust. You just felt so incredibly good around his cock and the tightness made him see literal stars. It additionally brought him great pleasure to see you struggle and hear your little coughs and gags. Perhaps it was caused by his fury at you but it filled him with some sort of profane desire and satisfaction.

He wouldn't say that he was a terrible person and he truly did love you, he definitely did. But right now the blood in his veins was boiling and he couldn't get this picture out of his head. You, his wife and the most precious person to him standing so close to this weak cunt of a lord. Throwing your head back while laughing and blushing at his compliments. The way you had bit your lip and had given him this smile that Daemon found only he deserved. You weren't supposed to look at any other person like this and he wanted to make sure that you were intensely reminded of that fact.

Because that could be said about Daemon Targaryen; he was a possessive person. You were his wife, you were his'. And if he could he would let every person in the seven kingdoms know about it. If he could he would kill every person who had ever looked at you a little too long or even just had one wrong thought about you. Daemon wanted to have you and not let any other man even come near you. And now he wanted to both remind you of where you belonged to and punish you.

By now saliva and tears were running down your face and coated your chin and neck. It was messy and filthy and just what Daemon wanted to see right now. His cock relentlessy thrusted into your mouth, desire and lust befuddling his mind so much so that he didn't care about you, crouching on the stoney ground, anymore. He didn't care if you were struggling, if it was too much for you or if he made you gag. Every twitch or squirming was stopped by the hand in your hair and all he wanted was chasing his release.

And he did, his cock bruised your throat until the knot in Daemon's belly tightened and he was sent over the edge. His seed left his cock and shot deep inside of your mouth leaving you coughing and choking. He let go of you at once almost pushing you away from his now flaccid member and you sank down to the ground where you had held yourself up on your knees before. Your hands steadied yourself on the ground now and you let your hair fall in front of your face.

You sniffed a few times not being able to look at Daemon but then you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and he yanked you up to meet his gaze. Though he was still hard in his expression he looked a little calmer and you wondered if he would be easier on you now.

"Bed. Hands and knees.", was all he hissed and you were quick to obey him.

You didn't like the fact that you couldn't see what he was doing so you turned around to watch him over your shoulder. Daemon took his shirt off leaving him completely bare and then walked over to you.

Usually you could always see his eyes shifting when he looked at you and you hated the fact that it wasn't the case tonight. Why did he have to look so cold? Couldn't he allow his eyes to warm up for one second? Just so you knew that he was still your loving husband despite this big mistake of yours.

Of course you understood his anger and you wouldn't even say that he was exaggerating. You knew that Daemon was of heated and jealous nature and didn't like it when someone that wasn't him dared to compliment you or eyed you that way and yet you wished he would forgive you as quickly as possible. You would do whatever it took and really wanted to tell him that but you knew right now was not the time to open your mouth.

You felt exposed and vulnerable under his gaze with your arse up that was only covered by a bit of your gown which had moved so half of your cheeks were bare on display for him. You turned your head again too scared to upset him further and awaited his next move with your head facing the headboard of the bed. You heard him approach you and then a hand was put on your arse. He pulled the fabric up and ruffled it around your waist and then the next thing your heard was a rip which made you twitch.

It immediately earned you a slap on your right cheek which only made you squirm again and you surpressed a little cry. Daemon removed your torn dress from your body and you didn't dare voice a complaint about him destroying the expensive gown. You just stayed silent while the cold air brushed over your naked skin and sent goosebumps down your arms.

His hand landed on your arse once more which made your body jolt forwards and Daemon was quick to pull you back to him. He stroke your skin, a gesture almost too gentle given the circumstances but you allowed yourself to relax a little though all your senses were still sharpened like a blade.

And then your husband finally spoke to you and you were relieved at first but then the content of his words made you widen your eyes.

"You've been very bad. You've disappointed and upset me and I'm gonna punish you for it by fucking your arse."

"What?", you breathed and now couldn't help but turn around to look at him.

Daemon had fucked your other hole once before because the both of you had wanted to try it a few moons ago. The tightness of it had been heavenly to your husband but it had brought you great pain and discomfort and so you hadn't done it again ever since. It had been as if you were torn apart and the stretch and sting had made you tremble and so Daemon hadn't even entered you more than a few thrusts.

You had spoken about it afterwards though and you had suggested that you would want him to do it again when he would 'really want you to feel him intensely with every inch of your body'. So you had basically given him your consent to use it as a punishment when you really disbehaved.

"I will use this tight little hole to get off. You know what it does to my cock."

You glared at him with big eyes.

"Daemon…", you whispered and suddenly his face softened just a little bit.

And yet he was determined when he grabbed the back of your neck and leaned forwards.

"You know that you can get up and leave now. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. But if you'll allow me to, I'm gonna fuck your arse as a way to remind you of your place. Because I think you forgot it.", he said with grinded teeth.

Of course you wouldn't leave now. As painful you knew this would be, you'd do it. Because yes, you hadn't loved it when he had done it the first time and yet it was you who had suggested to use it as a penalty for you disobediance after all. You would endure it. You would let him use your arse to get off and show him that he meant everything to you and that you would do anything in this world to receive his love, just the way he received yours.

You simply wanted please him and let him know how much he meant to you. So much that you would let him abuse your arse. It wasn't like it was the greatest pain in the world but the first few minutes had been very hard and even once your tight hole had gotten used to his size it was still a little uncomfortable to you and it was far away from giving you any pleasure.

"I want you to do it, Daemon.", you whispered nevertheless and intensely looked in his eyes.

"Good.", he growled and dug his fingers into the flesh of your backside.

"Because I'm merciful I'm gonna prepare you. But then I won't be anymore. I'll take your hole like a toy. Merely to get off. And I won't care how much you'll cry or whine, do you understand me?"

You nodded. "Good. I'll use you until I'm satisfied but if it's truly too much for you, you're gonna say 'red', alright? Only then will I stop."

You nodded again feeling a nervous fluttering in your stomach but you remained determined to take it. You felt Daemon run his hand over your arse again and then he wandered down and slid over your folds. There was already some wetness waiting for him but he knew it wouldn't be enough to make this as little unpleasant to you as possible so his finger traveled further down until it found your little pearl.

Daemon started by rubbing it in slow circles just the way you liked it and pressed into it more forcefully with every minute passing. His left hand was rested on your arse in the meantime, soothingly caressing you while his finger of his right hand made you soaked with arousal. Right now he wasn't even mean or hard with you; this was about making you wet and relaxed for him.

And he definitely achieved his goal as in a matter of minutes your wetness was running down your trembling legs. You let out little sighs and whimpers and clenched your hands in fists while Daemon enclosed your pearl inbetween two of his fingers and rubbed them tightly.

You had your head lowered and tried your best not to fall down on your stomach. Your knees were wombly and threatened to give in so you tightly held on to the sheets. Your husband now used his finger to collect some of your slickness and spread it all over your cunt and especially your arse hole. Now and then his finger came back to your nub in order to keep you calm and then you heard him get closer to you which made you gulp anxiously. You knew that this would hurt and yet not for one second did you doubt your choice.

"Relax.", he hissed and you exhaled deeply. It was hard sometimes to ease up when you nervously expected any kind of pain but you knew that this was the only way that this would be less uncomfortable so you closed your eyes and concentrated on your breathing.

In the meantime Daemon continued his touch on your pearl while circling your arse hole with his other hand and wettening it with your arousal. He even spitted in his own palm and used it as lubricant. Soon he inserted a finger in your hole which made you squeeze your eyes but you forced yourself to breathe and calmed down after some time. He pumped his finger a few times while circling your pearl and then added a second. This one stung a lot more and you twitched and moaned but Daemon soothingly ran his thumb over your skin.

"Shhh. Just relax." You tried to, you really did but your veins were throbbing and sweat was gathering on your forehead. And yet your breathing became more steady over time and soon Daemon sensed that you were ready for a third finger. He coated it with his spit and forced it into your tight hole which made tears well up in your eyes. You hummed quietly and dug your nails into the sheets while your teeth were buried in your buttom lip to surpress a shriek.

And then after more time passing you had adjusted to his three fingers and Daemon thought it was time to fill you with his cock. He removed his hand from your hole which made you whine and took yet another step towards the bed. He ran his tip over your clenched hole and pressed his finger into your pearl.

"Ease up. The more you relax the less it'll hurt."

He was right so you tried your best to relax your anal sphincter and then Daemon finally started to push inside.

The pain instantly brought tears to your eyes and you felt like you were torn apart. Your husband wasn't exactly small when it came to the size of his member and now you really felt every inch of him.

Slowly Daemon worked himself inside of your tight hole while you sniffed and tried to fight the tears relentlessly gathering in the corner of your eyes. It was an uncomfortable sting, an unpleasant ache that only very slowly faded away. And then he was fully inside, your walls pulsating around him and Daemon sighed deeply his cock so wonderfully surrounded by the tightness of your arse.

"Fuck.", he growled and held on to your hips. You hiccuped and whimpered and tried to further relax so you would adjust to his cock.

He actually gave you some time and soothingly caressed your hips and cheeks while letting out little moans. This was a magical experience to him because your walls stimulated him so well, it almost felt as though his cock would get torn off by your arse.

"Seven hells… Yeah that's it.", he hissed and then after yet another few minutes began fucking your hole.

At first he slowly pulled out of you only to thrust back in which made you whimper at the ache but Daemon got faster over time and started to fuck you at a steady pace.

"Oh gods be good.", he whispered. "Stupid little slut. You know that's what you deserve, don't you? Being my little fuck toy and doing nothing but having your holes spread for me and letting me take you the way I want. I hope it will teach you some lessons in how you are to behave."

You nodded quickly and hoped that he would even see the gesture because he might have his head thrown back. His hand came down to your arse and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You cried out and instinctively jumped but Daemon pulled you back to him at once.

"You'll fucking take what I gave you. Tonight you're nothing but my plaything. You are meant to serve me for my pleasure and I'm only gonna use you to dump my seed in your filthy holes. That body is mine and no one else's. If I ever catch another man looking at you like that cunt tonight I'll have his fucking head on a spike. And you.", he snapped grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back.

"I don't have a problem reminding you of your place once more. As much as I hate to see you struggle, my sweet love, I enjoy fucking that tight arse of yours. If I ever see you acting like a cheap little whore again, I swear to you I'm gladly gonna fuck your disobediance out of you. Am I clear?"

You nodded and though his thrusts didn't bring you real sexual pleasure you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. After all you both knew that you loved it when he degraded you like this; you didn't know why, but he only had to call you his dumb slut and you were soaked.

"I won't do it again, Daemon, I swear it to you."

He leaned forwards so his mouth was brushing over your ear. "No you won't. Because you don't like me assaulting this cute arse, do you?"

You shook your head and whimpered. "No."

"So you're gonna behave from now on. If not I'll be happy to give you another taste of what happens when you disobey me. When you're trifling with other men while I'm in the same fucking room. Do you know how you dishonoured me tonight?"

His hand painfully dug into your hips and you knew this would leave marks.

"I'm sorry.", you cried out.

He straightened up again and watched his cock entering your arse over and over again. He parted his mouth and moaned in enjoyment. It wouldn't take him long until he reached his high for the second time tonight and he was ready to fill your little arse with his seed.

"You're a dumb whore only good for having your holes filled. That's all you're good for, little girl. I'll better keep that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock cause I can't bear the words coming out of it. You can be glad that I like your little cunt and those tits of yours so much because otherwise I would've grown tired of you."

You knew better than to truly believe his words because otherwise perhaps you would've started to cry. This was a version of Daemon that you didn't get on a daily basis but it was one that you deeply loved. When he treated you like a common whore. When he degraded you until you really felt like a cheap slut.

"You're a fucking mess, little one and lucky for you it's what I like."

He pumped himself deep inside of you and by now everything was a lot more comfortable to you and you even slightly moved your hips to meet his thrusts. It wasn't like you could ever release from it but you enjoyed it and especially liked to listen to his sounds.

And then he finally released with a deep growl. It truly was one of the most intense highs Daemon had ever experienced and he panted rapidly as he watched you with his foreahead furrowed. He was almost overwhelmed with this feeling and needed a few minutes until he sighed and softly slapped your arse.

"Fucking hells.", he moaned and then slowly pulled out of your arse.

You sobbed, by now truly feeling so messy and dizzy that you didn't have one straight thought and then fell down on your stomach.

Daemon knew that he now had to take care of you; it was inevitable because the way you couldn't even hold yourself up on your hands and knees hinted at how fucked out you were but first he had to come down from his intense high so he deeply exhaled a few more times and then took his breeches from the ground and slipped into them so he was a little more covered.

Then he approached your lying figure and carefully ran his hand over your bare back. Your arse was reddened with where his hand had come down repeatedly and he just hoped that it hadn't been too much for you.

"Turn around, love.", he spoke gently but he only received a whimper in response.

"Y/n. It's alright, let me see you."

Only very slowly did you shift your body until you were lying on your back, twitching when your sore arse met the bed. Your face was covered with traces of tears and remains of his seed and Daemon softly caressed your cheek.

"How are you feeling, sweetling?", he asked trying to sound friendly and letting you know that he wasn't angry with you anymore. But more tears spilled from your eyes.

"I'm sorry.", you cried out and your lower lip was shaking while your face was drawn with desperation. "I-I w-was so b-bad. I shouldn't have s-spoken to h-him in the first p-place. I'm sorry, D-Daemon."

He sighed and took hold of your upper arms to pull you up. He carefully rested your head against his chest and felt your tears soaking his skin.

"Shhhh, love. It's alright.", he whispered and his voice sounding so soft only contributed to your crying. "I'm not mad at you anymore. Everything is fine. You took my punishment so well, I'm proud of you."

You squinted your eyes. "But I'm sorry. I-It was so bad, I-I'm sorry."

"I know.", he purred. "And I know you won't do it again."

You nodded swiftly and looked up to him. "I won't. I s-swear it to you."

He smiled lovingly and his face softened. "You took your punishment so well, little one. And though I was angry at you in the beginning, I'm proud of you now. You did a mistake but I taught you a lesson and I know that you will keep it in mind. You can relax now, darling. I won't hurt you anymore."

You blinked a few times and pressed your face closer to his chest. "I love you, Daemon. Please…. I wanna…"

Though you didn't even know what you wanted to tell him he understood and wrapped his arms more tightly around your back.

"I love you too, sweet girl. It's alright. I'll be with you. Always. Just relax and later we'll clean you up. But right now, you can get some rest."

You closed your eyes, the warmth and softness of his body sending shivers down your spine and you felt your body easing up. It felt so good being held by him after he had been so harsh with you.

He was your Daemon again. Your husband who would never let anyone come near you and who would love and take care of you forever.

[legacygirlingreen]

My silly little HCs for Sebastian Sallow

Some of these are really random but I’ve just had an abundance of HC lately so I thought I’d share:

✨ I GENUINELY see a world in which Sebastian could be slightly messy in some areas and very orderly in others. I don’t think he’d be messy in EVERY aspect of his life. Sure his hair is messy (this i attribute to it’s natural texture and the fact he’s a teen boy and likely doesn’t care that much about it), that large stack of books near his bed and on his desk are messy and I’m sure his life can at times be pretty chaotic - but I get the vibe he still cares on occasion. He’s always dressed properly for class, no less than Ominis or his other classmates. I’m sure his papers and class notes are very immaculately organized and he’s got a system that on surface level looks chaotic but to him makes sense for his books and other possessions. I also don’t see it possible that he can be a complete slob either given how small the feldcroft house is and having to share it with Anne and Solomon (and Ominis).

✨ I think as a child he definitely had to learn how to self sooth, or find ways to entertain himself. We get hints that his parents were often locking themselves downstairs to research, leaving him and Anne to their devices and he seems very well liked by his professors - so this leads me to think that with the exception of the resitricted section and occasional mischief, he may not be as “high strung” as he’s often made out to be. With the amount of time he spends reading, snacking and just overall finding ways to keep from boredom, I can see a world where afternoons with Sebastian are much more laid back than one would imagine.

Which leads me into some loose ideas I think he’d conceive if he was dating you/MC:

* laying in the grass together on sunny days, reading silently, pointing out cloud shapes or looking for 4 leaf cloves together

* swimming in the sea in summer, sunbathing on the shores, skipping rocks

* baking the muggle way and enjoying homemade pie over candle light and engaging in thought provoking conversations

✨ I don’t think that Sebastian cares too much about his physical appearance as a teenager but I can definitely see it slowly becoming more and more a priority as he ages. Several people have pointed out that there’s a razor in their dorm and if you zoom in you can see he’s got the appearance of hair follicles on the high resolution zoom in screen grabs, so I think by seventh year he’s experimenting with facial hair. Probably sideburns or just a mustache as that would’ve been fashionable for the time, but I can see him letting his sideburns go in his least year at hogwarts. He’d claim it was “more convenient that way” since he “didn’t have to waste as much time shaving his whole face” but in reality he just feels more grown up and mature and he likes it - but likely wouldn’t want to be seen as vain.

✨ Sebastian grew up with a twin sister and is likely quite well versed in female anatomy and issues… he’s more than likely a SAINT when it comes to that time of the month, however I don’t think he’d see it as anything to mention. Likely just know it’s roughly that time again, casually offer more snacks, perhaps offer a simple back rub without saying anything, or other varieties of comfort without acknowledging WHY he’s doing so. If you ever bring it up he’d likely just shrug and say “just tying to be helpful since I know you likely don’t feel well” And leave it at that.

✨ I can see a variety of the love languages being important to him. I do agree he likely responds well to physical touch. You cannot convince me otherwise that he would not adore having someone play with his hair. He turns into a puppy immediately and it’s canon as far as I’m concerned. He also likely knows some mild form of braiding due to Anne so he probably equally enjoys returning the favor in that way. Sebastian gives me more strong touch in private but little to no PDA . Exceptions can be made for timely acceptable actions like a hand on the arm to escort but nothing crazy like necking in halls.

✨ however… private Sebastian could be a mixed bag. Initially I see him slightly nervous. Sebastian seems confident and headstrong in areas he’s familiar but we don’t see him ever feel unprepared. I get the sense he’d be anxious when he’s going in completely blind to new arenas like physical relations with a girl… So early on here May be apprehensive. I agree with the thought he would research all he could and go out of his way to make sure they were comfortable and he prevented pain. But once he’s got a good handle in it… he’s always looking to improve until he’s confident he’s making you feel incredible…

✨ Sebastian finds feminine hands to be so interesting. Despite not liking PDA I can see him constantly grabbing yours, examining them, admiring the softness, pressing kisses to the back of them, and just all around finding them so insanely beautiful despite being so simple.

✨ Sebastian sallow definitely is the type to practice his signature constantly. He gets bored in class I imagine, with as much reading as he does, he’s likely way ahead of his peers. It’s common to see him doodling out new ways of signing his name and he still hasn’t found the way that’s quite him yet but he will eventually…

✨ deep down I think he can be very self conscious. I imagine he’d find certain features less than perfection … such as his wide nose or bushy eyebrows. Dark eyes and dark features are quite common , I can see a world in which he so often feels quite plain. However the right partner coming along and kissing that button nose or playfully stroking his brow while he rests his head in their lap would slowly make him feel better about what he sees in the mirror. Being complimented on his appearance, something I’m sure gets lost in his many talents, would mean the world to him.

✨Sebastian has a sweet tooth and would 100% rock the dad bod when matured . He’s lean now with all the hogwarts cardio, but once he slows down he’s getting thicker. Just look at Solomon and tell me the sallow genes aren’t slightly husky (Also check out @rednite-dork bc she’s got some awesome art depicting a more aged up, dad bod seb and they are mouth watering 🤪)

I have soo many more but here’s some loose HCs , and I’m always down for a part 2💚

[lokigodofaces]

Okay so in reference to my additions on this post, I have brainstormed some ideas for different Asgardian anatomy with the help of my best friend, a MA that knows way more about anatomy than I do. Plus some others that I came up with later. (Tagging @gloriousburden because I feel obligated to since there are some of your posts linked here as well as @francisbegbieslefttit to let you see the new developments)

Asgardians have 2+ livers. We know from canon that Asgardian alcohol is way stronger than ours. And usually I see this interpreted as Asgard having super special strong alcohol but Asgardians are super special strong so only they can handle it. Which I mean, that isn't wrong. But how about we come up with an idea explaining this via their biology. Thus having multiple livers that helps them process the alcohol better than we can. So if they want to get drunk, they need strong stuff. Unless they drank a ridiculous amount of human alcohol, they would be fine. Also, historically wines and beers have been made without high alcohol concentration. Basically the process behind making alcohol cleans water as well so people so it was safer to have an alcoholic beverage. So what if human's alcohol is basically like that to Asgardians? I'm sure Asgard has purified water by now, but maybe a cultural thing that stuck was the low concentration drinks?

Asgardians have an extra organ/slightly different than our organ used for magic stuff. Okay, so I haven't nailed exactly how it would work. But an organ would explain why Asgardians could use magic and not most humans. Though as I'm typing this I think having an organ existing in humans but different could be interesting because what if that's not unique to Asgardians? What if humans can have magic-allowing organs as well but not the technology to determine that? But people like Stephen and Wanda are biologically different in that sense? I like that idea. But yeah. Biological reason behind why not everyone does magic. But also it's not immediate. Best comparison I have is with singing. Professional singers train their lungs and throat in order to sing as well as they do. And we all should have roughly equal potential to sing at a professional level biologically but must don't have the voice training to get their body to produce sound like that. Same idea with magic organ. If you never practice with it, you might get some little stuff going on but nothing compared to a trained sorcerer, and lots of humans probably never noticed it or were seen as superstitious. But give them some training and bam. Magic. But on Asgard there's the added benefit of knowing this exists so people can actually train for it if they want to. Still not the majority of people (Odin, Frigga, Loki, Thor, Heimdall, and Lorelei are the only ones shown to perform magic) but some.

Mentioned it on another post on menstruation on Asgard. There's potentially some sexist stuff going on with reproductive health like access to birth control. I get the vibe it might be a thing. But idk. But their medicine seems to be so good that they have ways to treat menstrual cramps and other concerns that's accessible. They seem to have medicine good enough to treat things, so why not treat it? Then Asgardians come to Earth and find out that's there's lots of treatment options here. That's good! But wait for it! There's this weird culture in multiple places that it's normal to suffer on a period! It's supposedly normal to struggle to walk or get out of bed! And no one treats it! To which all Asgardians are just confused as to why people are suffering despite treatment existing and being relatively easy to get a hold of in some places. And this has been my PSA that suffering isn't normal during a period. Also there's more listed on that post, but that's the thing that stands out the most to me.

Also there's the appendix thing mentioned in mentioned post. Basically, it's kinda weird that humans have an organ that isn't used but when infected is fatal unless surgically removed. What sort of nightmare anatomy is that?

Also Asgardians having absolutely no idea how fast humans develop. They know the life expectancy is around 80, but not when different stages begin. When does adulthood start? Who knows? But it's the same with humans and Asgardians. When does adulthood start? Who knows? Now imagine an Asgardian having a child with a human. No one knows what gonna happen with this kid.

Also what about puberty? When does it start? What changes are there? We can assume some are the same, like we don't see any little Asgardian children with beards. Along with that, I bet Loki had some weird experiences growing up (puberty and otherwise) due to being Jotun. But he's gaslit by his parents as being "an uncommon but not unusual rate of development" or "an imbalance of hormones" or something like that. Or even being told it was a result of him not doing something right. "Means you're not eating well enough" "you must not have enough physical activity" "magic can mess with your health at this age" "stop eating this" "start drinking this" or whatever else. Then he has to like have some weird diet and work out or whatever until it resolves over time.

Okay Asgardians have got to be allergic to something on Earth. What is it? Also humans allergic to Asgardian stuff. Or wait. What about a human allergic to Asgardians or vice versa?!

I talked about it before, but Asgardians triggering the uncanny valley. Post also talks about Asgardians smelling differently & other subtle differences there could be. I also had another post I can't find rn about the uncanny valley. Basically it questioned why humans evolved to have that and how that might've been a means to determine who was human and who was alien.

Okay what about Asgardians being impressed by some human sports that value traits Asgardians see as inferior? Like I dunno, gymnastics because they're all short but that is helpful in gymnastics or something like that. Not to mention wheelchair basketball and other Paralympic sports. I have a feeling ableism is a problem on Asgard. And also a really strict idea of conventional attractiveness.

These are just some, feel free to add on other ideas. I just think it's unfortunate when fanfiction or even the creators themselves forget that Asgardians aren't just strong humans with a longer life expectancy. They're alien guys. Have fun with that. Do whatever weird thing you want to do. Give them weird organs, extra organs, or even take organs from them. What weird stuff is going on with their biology? Have fun with it!

[princehendir]

Before you use the term "found family" STOP.

Despite having a rather broad definition, there's a possibility that's not actually what you mean! "Found family" most often implies that the family dynamic is intentionally and actively chosen, by persons not related by blood, and doesn't exist solely due to marriage or adoption! It also necessitates that the persons involved actually consider themselves to be family, or have a family dynamic, whether they are emotionally intelligent enough to verbally phrase it that way! The TvTropes page actually covers the definition and nuances very well, gives examples of similar but different tropes (Band Of Brothers, Fire-Forged Friends, etc) and is a recommended read!

Other terms to consider that may be more accurate to what you're describing, but aren't in the TvTropes article above:

Ensemble cast

In a dramatic production, an ensemble cast is one that comprises many principal actors and performers who are typically assigned roughly equal amounts of screen time. The term is also used interchangeably to refer to a production (typically film) with a large cast or a cast with several prominent performers.

In contrast to the popular model, which gives precedence to a sole protagonist, an ensemble cast leans more towards a sense of "collectivity and community".

(from Wikipedia)

A great multi-use term that refers more to narrative function than in-universe relationship. Can refer to coworkers, roommates, blood family members, all sort of things, there's no strings! They just have to be given roughly equal screentime and narrative weight. Give it a shot!

Blended Family -or- Stepfamily

A stepfamily is a family where at least one parent has children who are not biologically related to their spouse. Either parent, or both, may have children from previous relationships or marriages. Two known classifications for stepfamilies include "simple" stepfamilies, where only one member of the family's couple has a prior child or children and the couple does not have any children together, and "complex" or "blended" families, where both members of the couple have at least one child from another relationship.

(from wikipedia)

Also: family through marriage! They don't even have to like each other for this one, they have no choice!

Team dynamics

Again, pretty broad, and more than a little vague, but that's what makes it great! They don't have to like or love each other, they don't have to be there voluntarily, they just need to arguably be in some sort of team, and have some sort of dynamic. Possibly even multiple dynamic. It's very versatile!

And many more!

Disclaimer: while this post was admittedly made in a state of some frustration, it is not meant to shame or criticize! The purpose of this post is simply to inform & encourage clarity and the expansion of your vocabulary. It is also meant to discourage the further collapsing of "found family" into a useless umbrella term for when there is more than one guy in a piece of fiction.

Have fun 🖤

[regretsofaghost]

Day 19- My love for you is true, I swear it is, it just will kill you in the end

AO3 link to chapter 19- here Tumblr link to chapter 18- here Tumblr link to chapter 20- here

Link to music notes used in the fic- here

Word Count- 900 words

Edwin walked through the mirror back into the office, fists pressed together roughly. The only reason he had not pressed against the brilliant bruise on his hand was because Charles was right behind him.

“Edwin, slow down. You’re saying the parents are behind the kids’ disappearances?”

A constant tempo, equal amounts of time to breathe in, and out. One, two, three, one, two, three.

“From Elenor’s account, the mother was wearing one of the rings the night before they perished. The father refuses to cooperate and told Elenor not to share vital case details with us! That’s not to mention the other things she mentioned while pretending to pour tea and sip it.”

G-D-C-B- no that was not right, not right at all.

Charles was in front of him, hands covering Edwin’s own.

He must have begun to press the bruise.

Edwin’s head felt ready for the clouds, floating and disoriented.

The potion bottle in his pocket was half empty.

“Win, you have to calm down.” Charles’ lovely brown eyes were looking directly into Edwin’s own, pond-coloured eyes, attention solely on him, and him alone. “Did you have to do some magic for her? You seem, off.”

Oh.

“I-“ Edwin tried to breathe, heart racing, hands shaking in Charles’, his body giving way to an odd shuddering every few seconds. “I had to check, to see if there was a curse on those rings. It took a bit more out of me than I thought it would.”

It was not a lie.

It was not.

“Do you- What do you need?” Charles’ voice was comforting, smooth, steady in the face of Edwin’s frazzled mind and uncooperative body.

“Nothing,” Edwin said, before trying to pull his hands back, only for Charles to tighten his grip. It was a wonderful pressure that bordered on pain as Charles’ fingers accidentally squeezed the bruise on his hand.

“None of that. You always get a little funny when you take that potion. Should I get my Walkman? Or do you just want to be held?” Charles offered, already attempting to pull Edwin towards the couch, towards-towards.

He could not.

“No, we are on a case. We do not have time for this.” Edwin managed to get his hands back, mourning the warmth, pressure, love, that Charles offered. “I will be fine. I need to do some proper research before we make this case any messier than it already is. You should get Crystal and go back to the Albertson’s, see if she can get a reading on the treehouse. I cannot believe we did not have her do that the first time we visited.”

Edwin walked away from Charles, keeping his eyes away to avoid the expressions no doubt passing over his face, the pain, confusion, hurt, as Edwin did his best to hide away again.

He did not deserve it.

Edwin had never deserved Charles.

He faced the walls of tomes older than both he and Charles combined, carefully keeping his hands to the sides of him.

Charles cleared his throat behind him. “What did you see? Or sense. Or whatever it was that the spell did that made you so nervous.”

Edwin reached up and pulled down one of the bestiaries. “It will do me well to try to forget Charles.”

“None of that. You have me properly shaken up now, with how you’ve been-”

D-F-G-A-

F-C-B-F-E

Edwin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “What did Olivia tell you. It sounded like you had gotten through to her at the very least.”

Charles was silent, a tense silence, one that Edwin refused to take blame for.

They did not have time for this.

Those children needed their help.

“She was muttering mostly. Couldn’t breathe, hadn’t been able to in a while. Said Hugh was trying to take her children from her,” Charles’ voice was soft, angry, but not willing to express it towards Edwin.

“You need to get Crystal to the treehouse.” Edwin repeated. “I will try to find-“

“Edwin- just. Come with, I’m sure it would be beneficial for us all to go investigate those creepy grounds together. I’ll even make sure Crystal doesn’t say anything if you need to hold my arm or need a hug-“

“It would be beneficial, for me, if you left me alone Charles. I will deal with the matter on my own, while you go with Crystal and find out what was stalking the Albertson children.” Edwin said forcefully, near slamming the book in his hands on the table. “That should be both of our top priority. Their deaths matter, no matter how hard the father wants to destroy their memory.”

The air went silent, no breath, no counting.

Edwin Payne would only ever hurt Charles Rowland.

Edwin sat at his desk, and purposefully opened his book, eyes scanning but not reading, not comprehending, his vision swimming as Charles stood silently meters away, both so close and so far away.

“If. If that’s what you need Edwin. I’ll be back before midnight,” Charles finally said, before he turned to leave, Edwin trying his best to not pay attention to if Charles was shaking, if Charles felt the impact of the book the same way Edwin did.

Charles had never deserved his father’s cruelty.

Edwin would only ever hurt Charles.

Edwin only heard the door close before he pulled out the other potion and drank deeply.

[box-dwelling]

OK so as someone who just genuinely loved Dual destinies and is keeping my theis length DD apologia in the drafts at least for now. I genuinely want to know why people don't like it.

I have seen this take from so many AA fans who I completely agree about everything else with. I need to understand why it sounds like we played completely different games.

I will put some I've seen but feel differently about under the cut

Critisms I find unfair:

-it doesn't tie up the loose ends AA4 left hanging. We don't hold any of the other games up to this standard because they all properly finish up the characters arcs. Aa5 cannot be blamed for the problems we want to overlook in AA4. I do also love AA4 but it does leave a lot of dangling plot threads that the others don't and that would be a fucking nightmare to tie up *staring directly at sibling reveal*

- Clay comes out if no where. He's very well established through the game. He just isn't mentioned in AA4 just like Fran isn't mentioned in AA1 and Dahlia isn't mentioned before AA3.

Critism I acknowledge is a reasonable opinion people can have but strongly disagree with

-Spilting the game between the protagonists stops them having proper arcs. Athena is our weird girl for this game. She is our maya. We get to play as her for 1.5 cases. For the majority of the game she's taking up the weird girl screen time and she's honestly still doing that in the ones you play as her. She's just a weird girl who happens to be a lawyer. In the main game Apollo and Phoenix have a roughly equal amount of screen time by chapter. They cut the bloated filler not the arcs (yes I will argue that 5-2 is needed for Apollos arc. Its there to set up his relationship with Athena that us a catalyst later on)

-Phoenix and Apollo are OOC. No. Phoenix is still a cryptic little bitch when you don't play as him and in AA4 he was so very clearly missing being a lawyer. It makes sense. Apollo very clearly in the last case of AA4 regains a lot of his respect for Phoenix. No, he doesn't do this on screen but again that is AA4s fault not dual destinies. That's how he acts the last time we see him so that's how he's acting now.

-The Phantom comes out of nowhere. Plot wise, maybe. But so do a lot of AA villians. Thematically, he's the perfect fit. DD is a game about trust. Very, very explicitly. A spy is someone who can't trust anyone. The phantom is a man who's shut himself off so much from emotions that he no longer recognises why trust is needed. And also has an ability that directly preys on people by making them think hes a trustworthy figure. He's not an incredible villian but he is thematically cohesive.

-almost a part 2 to the last point. The Fulbright reveal comes out of nowhere. First of all 5-2 has some very very choice sprite framing lol. But beyond that it also is a thematically smart choice. We as players are conditioned in AA games to trust the recurring detective. The villain should be someone that we trust. The guy was likeable but also fundamentally always kinda hollow and did in fact pull a shit ton of strings in 5-4 that we all ignored because we trusted him. The clues are there. You're just not ment to pick up on them because of the formula of these games.

-Edgeworth doesn't need to be there. Again game with a theme of trust. He doesn't necessarily need to be there but his dynamic with Phoenix does. They spent 3 fucking games setting up how important it is that those two trust each other and in a game about trust his absence would be felt.

-I don't see this a lot but I did see it a few times. Blackquill is a bad prosecutor. Honestly this is a taste thing and I love him. He is my little bastard man. Also thematically he embodies the two people you aren't supposed to trust in these games, a convict and a prosecutor but is actually a cool guy.

-I've never seen this but I can guess it's happened. Pearl comes out of nowhere. Again theme of trust. Phoenix has just lost the two people he's been relying on to trust the most and needed to be reminded that there were other people he loved and trusted so letter from Maya and visit from Pearl.

-mood matrix. I like the mini game I think it's fun. My brain likes to sit and logically think about what emotions it would make sense for someone to feel in situations.

Criticism I agree with but really don't bother me

-Trucy is side lined. Yeah. I love her to pieces and will never complain about getting more of her but it doesn't make sense for her to not be there plot wise and they clearly just didn't have room for her. I am happy with my Trucy scraps. I would visit her and present every piece of evidence to her to get as much dialogue as I could.

-Klavier is sidelined. Also yeah. But he did genuinely need to be there for 5-3 thematically for that case. (It is literally a showdown between his school of thought and the one he thought phoenix had) but they couldn't make him procecutor because he'd be too much on their side. It had to be someone who at that point seems at least a little morally dubious. I wish there was more but I will also happily take my Klavier scraps.

-the anime cutscenes. I don't love them but I do have a little switch in my brain marked "watching anime" that I can flip and enjoy them for what they are.

-the switch of the voiced sound effects. Yes they are worse but like, I can live with it.

Stuff I don't like and won't defend

-turnabout reclaimed racism and fatphobia (also blatant animal welfare ignorance). I'm not defending it or overlooking it but it's not the only game in this franchise to be problematic.

[carionto]

A Proper Welcoming Party - P2

Part 1

As Big Thrasher's fleet emerges from hyperspace, they are all pleasantly surprised that: a) they all arrived roughly at the same time this time around; b) none of them are crashing into a planet or space station; c) they're not getting shot at immediately.

Glorious success!

Now the raid begins.

Quickly scanning the perimeter, Big Thrasher learns the orbital mining station around Mercury is, for starters, way bigger than they thought based on the intel they had, which was only a few months old. And there were three of them now. Okay, Humans build quite fast. Noted.

There was a number of heavily armed and armored large ships docked at each station, and signs of recent hyperjumps of similar magnitude, but no cargo ships. Weird. Are the Humans somehow transporting the processed materials using individually powered containers? Doesn't seem very efficient.

No matter. Big Thrasher has a fleet of a hundred ships, they can just pillage the stations themselves and load up with precious cargo. In fact, none of the Human ships or structures have shield! What fools, such easy pickings! As he was about to broadcast his demands and threats, he noticed the comms have been pinging for a while now. Oh, they want to surrender already? Good. This is going so much better than planned!

"Unidentified vessels, this is the Heart of Liquid Stone. Your sudden appearance in our space is disrupting scheduled flights. Move out of the indicated transport departure area and identify yourselves, please."

Something's off, but Big Thrasher can't quite put his finger on it. Oh well, they're listening, and they clearly don't know who they're dealing with. So, he shall speak with the full authority bestowed upon him by the raw confidence of someone who doesn't know he's about to learn a very valuable lesson!

A moment of silence after his proclamation. Indications of encrypted communication between the stations and the docked ships, and several scan pings going over his entire fleet. Then, a slightly bemused Human calls back:

"Uhh, you sure about that? From what we can see, you guys don't got enough, well, frankly everything, to do much of anything to Bertha's Bosom over there, let alone this station."

At this, one of the large unshielded military ships undocked from the station with uncanny speed and grace for a vessel it's size. If Big Thrasher was paying attention, he would have noticed that a single turning engine was more powerful than all the main engines on his flagship combined. But he didn't, because he was paying attention to the several massive cannons training their sights on his fleet.

Sure, they're big, and kinda scary, but, but, BUT - his ships have shields and theirs don't! Doesn't matter how big a gun you have, any weapons technology before the invention of shields becomes obsolete. This has proven to be true in every civilization. Energy weapons, now that's the real stuff. Drain the shields, then easily melt through the hull, everyone knows this.

So... why is it that they have all been firing at one spot on the hull of Bertha's Bosom for nearly a full minute now (without retaliation or evasive maneuvers, but they're too busy to notice such details), and it's not even red hot yet? You would need an astronomical amount of reinforced multi-layered plating with the highest grade heat dispensing alloys interwoven throughout the entire vessel to absorb a concentrated laser barrage like that. The sheer mass of such a ludicrous thing would then require stupendously powerful engines. AND to power THOSE would demand literally impossible levels of energy generation. Nothing is making any sense right now.

Then, there was a thud. Even though it's the vacuum of space, Big Thrasher felt it. He did not understand what it was.

He equally did not understand what the shiny particles were where one of his ships used to be. Or why they were streaking in a trajectory directly away from one of Bertha's.. cannons....

Oh.

Uhhh...

huh

Big Thrasher is having a thought (a truly rare occurrence, so let's give him some time)

...

..

.

RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!!!

[swampyfrogqs]

Due to the recent end of secret life I present to you...

A SPREADSHEET!! :D

No but actually I made a spreadsheet to try and figure out how people are placing in the life series so I can make a guesstimate of how they'd place in a regular game, say if the other games were inconsequential, and they had the skills that they have after all the life games.

Ok to start I found out how they placed over every game and put that into a very confusing table (the limited life placing was so annoying :)).

And then I made it easier to tell how they placed with colouring so I could scope roughly how each person plays in every game. Putting it in order of each game would have been too much work, and I think it would be harder to tell anyway.

And then I averaged their places overall, and without third life. Reason for without third life is that it was the first game so their skills weren't at all what they are now, and it was kind of what I'd like to call a warm up. If that makes sense.

Then I averaged those together (a lot of averaging I know :D) and with that created a generalised list of how I think they might place in a game where: they had all their skills from playing the previous games, but also had no memory of previous alliances in the games, or if they had won previous games.

Also I kinda looked at the placing and asked myself who would win in a 1v1. AND I think that gem could easily beat everyone in a 1v1 but she's only been in one game so I put her lower lol.

(oh also, I made last place equal to 20 points because of how the different games have different amounts of players, and figured that would make it more of a fair test)

Sorry for iffy wording throughout this

explaining my thoughts was a tad bit strange :D

[loverwithalittledagger]

WIP Sunday snippet #2

ah well, im also working on a second fun one might as well toss up a little bit, nothing outright explict in the snippet but the leadup to a bit more.

For a gunkink promptfill

Mac freezes, glancing from the gun under his chin holding him in place up to the man standing over him looking down and cataloging every reaction as he evaluates the situation. The combination of the sudden danger, proximity, and the flush of embarrassed exposure rushes through him, heat pooling everywhere as his body reacts to this new attention.

"Now, now, MacGyver, you really are full of such exciting surprises. Here I was thinking this would be a very boring flight across the Atlantic. Whatever shall I do with you?" He punctuated the question by tipping MacGyver's head back roughly with the barrel forcing him to look up and allowing Murdoc a better look at all of the emotions running through his enemie's thoughts. Some of the emotions were uninteresting and he dismissed them quickly, fear and panic and discomfort, but there it was, the one he was looking for, MacGyver's tongue slipped out trying to moisten a mouth that had gone dry and he shifted his hips just slightly at the same time almost unconsciously seeking some friction, desire and interest undercutting the fear, perfect.

Mac had to be dreaming now, this whole situation was becoming too intense and too ridiculous in equal amounts. From being dragged at gunpoint onto a private plane to having the same gun pressing right into his windpipe as its owner stared down at him hungrily, so clearly contemplating taking him apart and hopefully only in the sexual sense, he didn't put it past the assassin to find that attractive in the literal sense as well. And since when did he think of Murdoc and 'hopefully thinking about me sexually' in the same sentence and to make it worse when did he start welcoming those thoughts?

The air felt thick and heavy as Mac tried to sort his thoughts out but every time he could feel the ideas racing around his head congeal into any pattern the cool metal on his throat would drag him from any possible conclusion back into the moment and back into the heightened twin feelings of danger and arousal as he stared up at the man that not five minutes ago he would have sworn's only intentions to him involved his heart stopping and his blood on the floor after his usefulness wore off.

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad flight after all.

[ooachilliaoo]

IABN - Masquerade

He had suggested that this year’s First Day ball be a masquerade for two reasons.

Firstly, because – after three years of being king – the idea of enjoying a celebration where he could not be recognised was almost overwhelmingly alluring. To be able to walk among the Landsmeet as an equal, to enjoy the ball as he wished, without having to worry over what he said or did, without being watched the entire time… had quickly become his idea of bliss.

Secondly, and more importantly, he had suggested a masquerade because if he couldn’t be recognised, then neither could she. And if no-one knew who they were, then they could be themselves.

He missed that.

It wasn’t something he’d really cared about before. Wasn’t something he’d even thought to appreciate during the blight. But now that he wasn’t free to be with her in public – at least not as their true selves – he found that it was all he wanted.

They had agreed that if she couldn’t be his wife, then she shouldn’t be his mistress either, and that was fine and right. But it didn’t stop him from constantly imagining what this event or that ball would be like with her by his side where she belonged.

He wanted, just once, to know what it was like in actuality. To have her there. And the masquerade was his chance to do just that.

Eamon, of course, had tried to insist on a special costume and mask. Something to single him out, so that the castle guards knew who he was. For protection, he’d said.

He didn’t seem to realise that that would destroy the entire point of the whole affair.

(Even if it did make a certain amount of sense.)

He’d learned over the years that there were some things that Eamon couldn’t be convinced out of. In those instances, he usually had to conceive of some kind of loophole or workaround, or just agree and live with the consequences.

Sometimes he wondered when he was finally going to grow up and stop wishing for the Arl’s approval. He was the king now, after all. He ought to be able to simply say ‘no’.

But in any case, in this instance, he’d decided that the better part of valour was to agree…

…and then to convince Martyn to don the costume and mask that Eamon had prepared instead.

He would have preferred to have Ren act as his double, given that Ren would have been far easier to convince, but unfortunately, even he had to concede that the slight elf wouldn’t make a very convincing double.

Martyn, on the other hand, was almost the same size as himself. A roughly similar height and build. Enough to pass muster in a mask. And though it had taken some persuading and a promise that he would bevery, very, oh so extremely careful… Martyn had eventually taken pity on him and agreed. 

So, for the first time since the Landsmeet, at this particular event, he would be nothing more than an unremarkable face in the crowd.

And, more importantly, so would she.

Read the rest on AO3

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Stuck In Wall

Kinceit (King Creativity x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Seven: Stuck In Wall Warnings: sex, kabeshiri, blood, crying, overstimulation

Deceit doesn't often traverse King's expansive estate, solely because the twisting corridors and long hallways constantly lead to him getting lost. But King had essentially begged that Deceit accompany him to the imagination and visit, even if just for a bit. 

And, admittedly, it was nice at first. King's bed was huge and luxurious, the furniture around was soft and comfortable, and any of the "people" King had created to serve him - who were less like people and more like blank slates that didn't do anything but follow instructions - would listen to Deceit, too, allowing him to ask for sweets or a guide when need be. 

The latter proved to be especially appreciated, especially as King had abandoned him about an hour ago with nothing more than a "stay here; I'll be right back!" 

Well, King had not come "right back," and Deceit wasn't willing to wait longer for him. He was going to walk around, explore, and search for the exit so he didn't have to waste the energy needed to sink out and into his room instead. 

But, well, Deceit has just been walking in circles. 

 Each hallway is its own confusing gauntlet, and the gold trimming and bright lights only serve to frustrate Deceit who struggles to tell which paths he's walked down and which ones would lead him out of this shiny maze. 

One of King's creations suddenly come rushing toward him, a blank expression on their face despite their hurried pace, and just as Deceit goes to ask what their rush is, they shove him to the side as though he's in the way and keep sprinting forward. 

Deceit's body is pushed over, and into the nearby wall, but in a strange act of reality warping he falls halfway through it instead of just into it. It seems to solidify around him halfway through his descent, stopping him just short of the floor. From his waist up, he's in a bedroom of some kind. It's well furnished, but the lights are off and it's vacant of people. Probably just spare space used to fill out the castle and make it seem bigger than it actually was. King was the only person who "lived" in it (and he spent an equal amount of time in his room in the mindscape as he did in the imagination, so truly it could be argued that this was the equivalent of a vacation house). 

His cape had luckily managed to fall with him, so it wasn't uncomfortably phased through the wall. As did his shirt, meaning it was hiked up halfway due to being horizontal with the ground. 

The wall had solidified around his bare waist, leaving slight bits of skin exposed on either side. His stomach in the bedroom, and his hips peeking right past the waistband of his pants situated in the hallway. 

His ankles rub uncomfortably against the floor, but in his position he can't do much to fix that. 

Deceit groans, and though he struggles at first to try and push himself fully through the wall or wiggle his way out, he quickly finds that he can't. He's stuck. 

Under his breath, Deceit hisses "idiotic King; can't even keep his castle together," only to suddenly yelp when he feels a large hand roughly smack his ass. 

His fists pound against the wall he's trapped in, as his head whips towards the bedroom door which is thrown open rather excitedly. King enters, snapping the light on as he does, before crouching down near Deceit's face. 

"I knew I sensed my creation faltering," King states, staring at Deceit curiously. "I was worried one of the hallways in this wing had collapsed or something, but it seems like the structure just... fixed itself!"

"Yeah, it fixed itself around my body," Deceit spits, forked tongue flickering out of his mouth as he hisses again, more upset this time. "This isn't very comfortable, nor is it dignifying." 

King grins. "Are you sure? I think your posterior makes a lovely hall decoration." 

"Get me out of this damn wall." 

Chuckling, King sits back on the floor fully, grabbing Deceit's chin with his big hands. He carelessly tips Deceit's head back and forth, as if admiring him. 

"No," King finally states, eyes gleaming playfully. "I quite like you here, actually." King's thumb swipes over Deceit's bottom lip, parting them as the pad of his finger brushes over the front of Deceit's teeth. "Besides, you could be of some use in your current position." 

"Be of-" Deceit splutters, a flush spreading over his scaly cheeks as he stares at King with wide eyes. "Be of use? How could I possibly be of use like this?! I'm stuck in a wall!" 

"Exactly!" King exclaims, as he condescendingly pats Deceit's cheek. He stands shortly after, towering over Deceit especially with the latter being horizontal. 

But, in his position, King standing means Deceit is face level with his crotch. And as King sets a firm hand on the back of his head, he realizes what King means by "use." 

"Really?" Deceit breathes, as he grimaces when King shamelessly rubs his front against Deceit's face for no reason other than to humiliate him. "While I'm incapacitated?" 

"You look your best when you're incapacitated." 

King takes a step back from Deceit's face, in order to properly undo his pants. Deceit mutters something under his breath in disdain, but lets King pull his head up anyway, even though he's annoyed by the grip in his hair. 

King's cock springs out of his pants, the tip tapping against Deceit's cheek as King shamelessly rubs it against his face. 

"What do you think?" King asks him, as if genuinely inquiring his opinion. "Front or back first?" 

"You're already here," Deceit mutters, as he uses his hands to guide the tip of King's cock to his lips instead. Briefly, Deceit thinks about biting it in defiance - or as revenge for not getting him out of this wall right away - but a sharp tug to his hair deters him from doing such, as he instead parts his lips to allow King's cock to slide into his mouth.

He's glaring at King, but King doesn't care, and truly Deceit is just doing such as an excuse to look up at King's gorgeous face. He really is so handsomely chiseled, and though Deceit would normally be against such shallow praise, he was filled with the urge to run his fingers through King's groomed facial hair and declare him the prettiest King in the kingdom. 

Instead, he swallows King's cock further into his mouth, feeling the girthy shaft press down on his forked tongue. He can also feel King steadily getting hard as Deceit does the bare minimum to arouse him, merely dragging his tongue along King's length while otherwise encouraging him to use Deceit himself if he requires more. 

King groans at the feeling of Deceit's wet mouth wrapped around his cock, but eventually gets sick of his lackluster sucking. 

Tightening his grip in Deceit's hair, King forces his cock further down Deceit's mouth, moaning when Deceit takes him fully without gagging, though tears still well up in Deceit's eyes at King's girthy cock pushing down his throat. 

"You feel so good," King moans, voice low and rumbling. "I'm half-tempted to keep you here as a permanent piece of decor." 

Deceit would normally protest, but in this situation he's in no place to, and so moans instead as King slowly slides half of his cock out, before leaning his front against the wall as he pushes it back in. With ruthlessness, he fucks Deceit's throat, but spends a few seconds in between pushing his cock down Deceits mouth and pulling out again, making him savor the taste of King's pre or appreciate the veins lining his shaft before it's being pulled out and thruster back in again.

"Don't even get me started on using your other side," King groans, as the tip of his cock slams against the back of Deceit's throat. "I can't wait to fuck you while my citizens watch. Any stray servant or maid roaming my castle will get to see me using your ass like the toy that it is, but only I'm allowed to see your pretty, pleasured face." 

Deceit's knee thuds against the wall as his feet drag against the ground. The idea of not being able to see King behind him as he's used, or know if anybody is watching him be used has his cock straining in his pants. 

Though, it wasn't like anybody could tell. 

The tip of King's cock pushes repeatedly against the back of his throat, before suddenly he's pulling out, with only a thin string of spit connecting King's shaft to Deceit's lips. 

Deceit, flushed, looks up at King questioningly, though King graciously answers him with "I wouldn't want to spoil myself before we got to the real fun, now would I?" before he stands and heads out of the room, petting Deceit's hair as he walks out and carelessly flicking the light off. He shuts the door behind him as well. 

Though he's expecting it, Deceit is still startled when he feels King's calloused fingers on his lower back, slowly rubbing over his sensitive skin before they dip past his waistband and slowly pull his pants down. Clearly, King wants him to feel every second of his increasing exposure, as his boxers and pants are stripped off his legs, leaving his lower-half bare. He shivers instinctively at the loss of his warm clothes, but is quelled quickly when King's warm hands run down the length of his thighs. The tips of his hard cocks presses against the wall he's stuck in, smearing pre over it. He wants to grind against it, or against something, but with no way to move closer and fully press his cocks against the wall, he's stuck with the bare minimum amount of friction. 

At first, King just touches. He rubs over the back of Deceit's legs, before bringing his hands back up to Deceit's ass, but it's only a matter of time before those big hands are squeezing him, making Deceit yelp as he tries to pull himself through the wall and away from King's embarrassing fondling. He feels his cheeks spread apart, as they're squished and groped by King's thick fingers, before being let go and smacked instead. This process repeats a few times over as King takes his time to appreciate Deceit's body, before his hands pull away from the latter altogether. 

It leaves Deceit stuck in a perpetual state of anticipation. He knows that King hasn't left, but without being able to see him, he can't help but wonder what in the world King could be doing. 

He gets his answer shortly after when he feels King's slick fingers pressed against his hole. 

They're teasingly rubbing over his entrance, threatening to push inside of him but avoiding doing just that, as if mocking Deceit for his inability to push back. Try as he might, he has no control over this situation whatsoever. 

Finally, King's thick fingers push inside of him, stretching him open as they slowly work in and out of him. He spreads them apart, spreading open Deceit's hole, before pushing them back together and driving them deeper. A third finger is added shortly after, as King repeats his actions, making Deceit hiss as King's digits prod deep into him. 

They're pulled out moments later, leaving Deceit confident in what'll come next. 

He grimaces briefly as he feels King's thick, lubed cock running between his cheeks, gliding over his hole in an equally as playful manner. King's hands hold onto Deceit's hips, squeezing the skin as he takes his time grinding against him. 

Deceit lets out a frustrated moan, bracing his fists against the floor as his head hangs. If King could hear him, Deceit would be cursing him out for all this teasing. 

Then, the tip of King's cock is pushing into his hole, making Deceit utter a shaky "fuck," under his breath as his arms quake. He's semi-grateful for the wall around his waist keeping him up, otherwise his chest would be against the floor right now, as his arms do little to support him. 

King only goes slow briefly, before he's carelessly snapping his hips forward and shoving the entirety of his girthy cock into Deceit's ass, making Deceit cry out at the sudden intensity. His nails dig into the ground as King shamelessly rolls his hips against Deceit's, working his cock out just a few centimeters before pushing it back in roughly, ignoring how utterly stretched out Deceit feels, and how Deceit's legs tremble as his feet drag against the floor. 

King's sharp nails dig into his ass, spreading his cheeks apart almost sadistically as he scratches into Deceit's skin. He's careful around Deceit's scales - something Deceit can pinpoint despite not even being able to see King's hands - but is still rough enough for Deceit's eyes to tear up. He can feel the blood smearing over his thighs from King's rough grabbing. 

Then King's cock is sliding out of him, leaving just the tip buried inside of him, only for him to thrust roughly forward seconds later, making Deceit jolt and cry out. His hands slip underneath him, leaving him uncomfortably supported by the wall. If he were to be on a bed or something, he'd be rocking back and forth with the ferocity at which King is pushing his cock in and out of him. 

He can only imagine the slew of words King is spitting just beyond the wall separating them. 

The tips of Deceit's cocks jut against the surface he's trapped in over and over, his slit rubbing uncomfortably against the foundation until he's rubbing against a wet smear of his own pre. He wishes his hands were on the other side so that he could properly pleasure himself. 

Luckily, it seems as though King can read his mind, as seconds later one of King's big hands wrap around his cocks, rubbing them against each other and stroking them quick. He's wasting no time overwhelming Deceit with pleasure, especially because he knows Deceit can't beg him to slow down in order to prolong his orgasm in an attempt to look less pathetic. No, Deceit has to take whatever King gives him, which both arouses and frustrates Deceit to no end. 

Deceit's wrists drag across the floor he's bent over, his moans filling the empty room. And King works him up quick. 

The moment King's cock thrusts against his prostate however, Deceit is coming immediately. 

His head is thrown is back in a loud cry as King's hand works him through his orgasm, smearing his semen over his cocks and making a mess of both the wall and his lower half. However, King's hands don't stop, and Deceit quickly feels the effects of overstimulation setting in. 

"King- King-!" Deceit pleads, though he knows King can't hear him. His fists hit against the floor as King's girthy cock pounds relentlessly against his prostate. Tears stream down Deceit's sweaty face, the room filled fully with loud cries and shuddering breaths as King continues to fill him fully. 

King's hand is tightly gripping his thigh, as though bracing himself against Deceit's body. He feels King thud against the wall keeping him trapped, and Deceit can only imagine King leaning over him, groaning in his ear. 

Deceit feels so hot as King continues abusing his prostate, making him whimper. He already feels close again as King's thumb tortures the moist slits of his cocks. 

He wants to beg King to slow down, or at least give his tortured shafts a break, but King couldn't hear him, and wouldn't stop anyway. Not when he was close himself. 

King's thrusts are rough and sloppy, driving his cock deep into Deceit as quick as possible, pulling out halfway, and then thrusting in hard again. With each jolt of Deceit's legs, King was assured he was hitting his prostate, and with the mess over his hand, he knew Deceit was enjoying himself. It's a shame he came so quickly, but King is loving working him up all over again, especially because he felt how firm Deceit got in a matter of minutes, no doubt because of the dual sensations assaulting his body. 

He'd praise Deceit for his short refractory period if he wasn't preoccupied uttering degradations against the wall. 

His own sweat drips down his chiseled face, falling against Deceit's scratched-up hips and traveling down the curves of his body already stained with dried blood and bruises. King was doing a number on him, and they both loved it. 

Deceit can't even feel when King starts to get close, his spit-soaked lips open in a pathetic cry as he comes again, hardly feeling anything spurt from his cocks the second time around. King keeps stroking him, despite his body going limp with overstimulation. 

"Please- please," Deceit begs softly, ashamed at how ruined his own voice sounds as the echo in the room only serves to mock him. 

Lucky for him however, King is nearing his own orgasm, and grips both Deceit's thigh and his cocks tightly as he fucks his cock deep into Deceit's ass, pumping his load into him and filling him with a loud groan. Deceit whines at the feeling, cringing as King rides out his orgasm and unintentionally pushes some of his semen out and down the back of Deceit's thighs, before he finally pulls out. 

Deceit's left stranded there for a few minutes, panting as he blinks away his tears, arms shaking as he hangs, before he feels King's hands on his hips again, this time pulling him gently. And surprisingly, the wall around him shifts and morphs, allowing Deceit to essentially phase through it, before his back is pulled against King's chest, who's sitting in the hallway. The hole in the wall closes as soon as Deceit is out of it. 

Panting, Deceit's eyes flutter closed as King unclips his own cape and bundles it around Deceit's body. "You're- you're not as clever as you think you are," Deceit insists, though his voice is quiet and breathy. King merely laughs at the comment, pressing a kiss to Deceit's wet cheek. 

He picks Deceit up, and begins to carry him back down the hallway, squeezing him affectionately. "I'll run you a bath, and you can complain at me in there." 

Deceit huffs out a laugh of his own. "Deal."

[slasheru]

game dev/design tips you didn't ask for, at random:

don't start by designing your game around the engine; come up with/refine/design/test your core mechanics INDEPENDENT of an engine and then FIND AN ENGINE that suits your game's purpose! (aka the Reverse Dragon Age Inquisition)

Fun Fact: The devs of Mass Effect said that, roughly, even though there's an equal amount of Paragon/Renegade (aka "good"/"evil") content in ME, 90% of players just chose all the Paragon options every time. Take this shit to heart!! Design choices that go beyond "good" or "bad". Design choices that are interesting and would make an "all good" or "all bad" etc player actually HAVE to choose between more than one option that's VIABLE for the character they're roleplaying! Like, in BG3 terms, no "tiefling village vs goblin camp" choices. I wanna make you choose between keeping Lae'zel and Shadowheart in your party permanently. Don't be afraid to cut off content that players can't all access in one playthrough, but DO hint that the other content is ABLE TO BE ACCESSED if you make different choices!

Don't forget about sound design, especially UI/UX feedback. That shit makes or breaks an environment. Never QA test with your sound off, I can feel my old boss breathing down my neck RIGHT NOW

Organize your production pipeline, no matter how small of a project! I use Trello for producer shit and Jira for my bug list. Familiarizing yourself with how to properly log your own bugs by component and priority is key, especially with more than one team member! (I might actually make a QA megapost sometime ahdjks)

When you do something in the game that you wanna reward your player for (e.g.: selecting a dialogue choice that an NPC approves of! succeeding a skill check! new DM from your crush! you just looted 1 goblin bong! etc), remember to include JUICY FEEDBACK! This is a very unfortunate industry term wherein the JUICY refers to the actual crunchiness of the feedback: A textural response from the player that Feels Good. Like, Candy Crush has the juiciest feedback. Remember: Feedback should include UI/UX/a visual element, sound, be a clear result of a player action, and give a sense of WHAT you just accomplished at the correct SCALE (bigger bang feedback for, like, killing a world boss vs opening a lockpick chest). (You can Pavlov's Dog players into getting hype at repeated sounds by ensuring your feedback retains notes of the same sound or foley, or even just using the same sound fx across different progression points. Like layering in the same chimes with a level-up noise AND when you do something that gets you closer to leveling up, like earning XP)

When designing elements, remember: What does like LOOK like? What does this SOUND like? What does this DO to the world state of the game? What else does this AFFECT? Be cognizant of how stuff can chain affect the tone of the rest of your game!! QA often!!

Achieving a balance between HIDING all the numbers/systems/guts of your game vs having the player be aware of the systems and how they work can be a tightrope to walk! I personally err on the side of Hiding Too Much, but checking in with your testers or players to see if they can "feel" how the game works, or if it makes them get too minmaxy, can be super helpful! Remember to keep your design choices in line with your "x statement" (aka one-sentence directive about what you want YOUR game to be/feel like).

Save a fucking backup zip file of your dev environment RIGHT NOW and put in a separate place from your main PC. Like right the fuck now

[little-pondhead]

I would like to hear the lore about your deep sea mermaid and her daughter with a prosthetic tail. I would like to hear it very much.

Well, you've convinced me! Here's everything I have on her. :)

Everyone can blame @elizabethemerald for the info dump about this post.

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Let's start with some background! The two mermaids from my last art post are one of my many (many) OCs. They belong to a version of Earth that would best be described as science fantasy, I believe. There are equal amounts of science and aliens as there are magic and fairies. The world system isn't completely thought out yet, so we can come back to that later. The point is that there's a lot of stuff shoved into this one world. To me, it's basically one giant puzzle trying to figure out where science stops and magic begins.

For the mermaids, most of them are deep-sea based. This is because, as of right now, less than ten percent of the ocean floor has been properly explored, so it makes sense that the depths of the sea are where they're hiding. In the concept notes, a large disaster happens to Earth that floods parts of the world with new resources. This disaster stirred up the creatures living on the ocean floor, causing some to evolve and grow. This is what happened to the mermaids, who were already the top predators alongside the cliché sea monsters you find in myths. If you factor in the several decades of the planet trying to stabilize and recover from the disaster, by the time [HUMANS] found mermaids, these aquatic folk of the deep are now too big to visit the surface properly.

The last bit of backstory is that there are now many different species of intelligent life living on Earth and beyond. These beings are split up into different classes, depending on what they are. Mermaids belong to the [MYTHEON] class, as they can trace their origins to human mythologies. Other classes include [BEAST FOLK], who possess both human and animal qualities but do not trace their origins to mythologies, or [ALIENS], who originate from beyond Earth's solar system.

Onto the mermaids!

I'm gonna be honest, I came up with the mother's design on the fly. She doesn't really have a name, but I like to imagine that, at some point, she has to go to the surface, and everyone meeting her is just in awe of her size and beauty. I just think it'd be neat to draw. :)

Now her DAUGHTER, oh boy. She's one of the main OCs for this story I have cooking up. Due to the mermaid's natural habitat, they have their own language, similar to whale song. However, when roughly translated into English, her name is Marina! (Creative, I know. I like very literal names.)

Marina is based on an anglerfish, one of the most well-recognized fish in the sea. She's one of many who scuttle around the Midnight Zone. Her mother is several decades old, so Marina has a lot of siblings. The angler mermaids are recognized by their distinct lure, bioluminescent glow, and monstrous mouths. (For an easier time, I made it so the mermaids could close their mouths, so I wouldn't have to draw it open all the time.) Most anglerfish have incredibly poor eyesight, so the mermaids share this trait as well.

Marina is special among her siblings because she was born with no tail. As you can imagine, this makes it incredibly difficult to survive in the ocean. Once she's a few days old, Marina is slowly acclimated to the different pressures of the surface world and taken in by an old couple who owns a fish hatchery. Marina becomes one of the first mermaids in history to have a permanent residence on the surface, and so she's subject to lots of healthcare studies as she grows up. When she reaches the appropriate size, Marina is fitted with custom prosthetics that allow her the same walking power as a human!

And even further down the line, someone makes her a prosthetic tail, which allows her to freely swim like any other mermaid.

Below is the first sketch of her new tail.

You can see it's not connected all the way. My idea for her prosthetics is that she has thigh prosthetics permanently attached to her lower body, so she can switch out the lower part depending on her needs. The prosthetic attachments use the ball end of the thigh, which acts as a knee. She switches between her prosthetics depending on what she's doing, and I usually draw her with running ones on.

Her purpose in the storyline is still a little fuzzy. Marina has two jobs. She works as a hatchery technician for her adoptive parents, and in my notes, it also says she's a sidekick of the superhero kind. I don't know where the superhero bit came from, I think I was going through a phase in high school, but the point is she's a fighter and works for some kind of law enforcement. She had to be physically strong to survive on the surface, so she's buff as hell, and she's proficient in ice magic, which is especially useful in disaster situations.

Here's a few quick sketches of her designs over the years so you can see how she's evolved!

I created this character in 2021 and wasn't very good with complicated designs yet. This is reflected in the sketch, which is more human than mermaid. She has fins on her arms and legs, which are real, and therefore her outfit is limited because I didn't want to cover up her fins. (Please note that in these designs, Marina wears clothes meant for fighting, not everyday wear.) At first, I tried using a light color palette to signify her lawfully neutral alignment, but it came off like I was trying to make her some sort of saint. Marina is supposed to be the tank of the party. Her ice abilities make great shields, and her huge size makes her an easy target. She doesn't need to learn fancy maneuvers if her whole job is to just sit there and take attacks head-on.

With these facts in mind, my 2022 design is much closer to what I want her to be. She's gained prosthetics here, looks sturdier, and has actual armor. The armor is made from seashells and other things taken from the ocean. To be honest, I'm scrapping this design because I don't think the armor flows together well, and I also really don't want to draw seashells over and over again. It's a cool concept, but just not for this. I might reuse the seashell armor for something else. Her staff acts as both a weapon and a guide. Due to her poor eyesight, Marina has been declared legally blind and uses her staff as a cane to move around.

As a backup, Marina is also contracted with a minor water spirit, whom she named Sally after the famous seashell tongue-twister. The water spirit acts similar to a seeing-eye dog and also provides the water she needs to create ice structures when she's fighting. (Marina does not have the ability to create ice out of nothing, and her water manipulation is very poor. Contracting a water spirit was a way to fix her weakness.)

Overall Marina is the strong, silent type. She has the unique privilege of being a person of both water and earth, which has advantages and drawbacks. While she was adopted by a pair of human parents, Marina loves to visit her mother in the depths and show off what she knows. This just got easier when she got fitted for a new tail. Marina loves the town she lives in and protects the people who have accepted her as one of their own with fierce loyalty. She doesn't speak much due to her teeth and mouth shape but has the most elegant handwriting you will ever see. She likes to eat soft things, and her favorite food is pudding. She's allergic to tuna but likes raising them. Her hair has a pink tint and floats on land like it does underwater, but no one really knows why. (It's Sally's fault.) Her childhood friend is a coconut crab she found on the beach, and her parents were too scared to tell her to put it back. Marina is very large, over 6'5", and is expected to grow much larger as time goes on. Right now, she's barely 20 years old.

Everyone knows there will be a time when she must return to the ocean, however. Someday she'll be too big to survive on land.

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Oh lord, I think that's all for now! (If you read this far, have a cookie. That's some dedication right there.) I kinda just word-vomited up everything I had about her, and honestly, that's not much compared to other characters. Marina was supposed to be one of the side characters in whatever story managed to crawl its way out from under my bed, but now I'm obsessed with drawing her and pushing the boundaries of my character design abilities. I know there are some puzzle pieces I left hanging, but don't worry about it. At some point, I'll get off my ass and flesh out this story world properly.

[snailofkale]

so its occurred to me that kirby hcs i talk about with my buddies so often that they don’t even need to be restated anymore and we’ve kind of just accepted as fact are, in fact, entirely noncanon and could do with specifying! specifically those surrounding Kirby, Meta, DMK, Galacta, and Morpho.

also this post is gonna be really bad and confusing im so sorries

THESE ARE JUST MY HEADCANONS!!

They’re being stated as though factual because it would be annoying to specify every time!

so, to start, they’re all the same species. i’m pretty sure this is a fairly common hc? specifically, kirby is a preadolescent child and doesn’t have wings YET, whereas the others are adults who didn’t have wings as children. normally i call this species “kirby” and its members “kirbies” but i’m gonna call them

orb knights

in this post for the sake of clarity.

orb knights live for many thousands of years. kirby is only a few hundred years old (~200) prince fluff is older (idk how much i haven’t thought about him that much), Meta (and DMK) are several thousand (i don’t really have a solid estimate for them, not over 15k) (honestly i hesitate over 10k), galacta is a few tens of thousands (i generally put him at 50k?) and morpho is at least a few hundred thousand. the time at which morpho was a child is so ancient that the only way to know about in detail it is to be that ancient

orb knights tend to get darker with age but this isn’t a universal rule. also, the actual hue of their bodies doesn’t typically change much.

the age of an orb knight (physically and mentally) doesn’t translate properly into human terms. meta knight is old but not elderly, if that makes sense. galacta on account of being sealed has partially forgotten that time passes at all so he has in a way transcended describable age. morpho has as well for reasons i’ll get to. kirby is not a baby. he’s more like ~10. the younger an orb knight the easier it is for me to describe their age, personally.

orb knights have a sort of built in awareness of their culture and traditions despite possibly never meeting another member of their species. its sort of like the world’s worst hivemind meets instinct, or maybe like vaguely remembering something you read 6 years ago and trying it out and it working. the most notable and visible aspect is the masks, which orb knights usually make not long after they grow wings, many describing a comforting sense of having someone telling them that’s what they’re supposed to do.

orb knights (and indeed, many species in the kirby universe) have anatomy only possible with magic. they have no brains, no bones, no proper digestive system, and no circulatory system. they’re basically just a thick somewhat squishy membrane with eyes enclosing a mouth that leads nowhere, keeping themselves held up and locomoting with sheer force of will.

the texture of their skin is extremely variable, going from totally rubbery (i imagine galacta knight is on this end) to, rarely, downright fluffy (none of our known orb knights are fluffy, prince fluff doesn’t count because he’s made of yarn.) (if he wasn’t made of yarn he would probably be fluffy though). i’d imagine kirby has a very soft peach fuzz feel, morpho is more like velvet, and meta is probably somewhere in the middle of those two.

orb knights don’t die from age. they sort of fade out of existence very slowly. morpho knight is effectively dead. morpho knight is also the grim reaper, but more importantly he’s dead. most orb knights do not become the grim reaper upon dying

when an orb knight is dying this way, they lose all their power. the only way to gain this power back is by fusing with an entity of roughly equal power to their former self. this fusion is temporary and will break down in a relatively short amount of time, leaving both participants mostly unharmed.

orb knights can also be scarred, injured, and killed (skipping the “ghost” phase morpho’s in). all of these are exceptionally difficult to accomplish. when kirby falls in battle, he isn’t dead, he’s exhausted. DMK’s mask scar indicates an actual scar.

alright thats all i have rn sorry for how long ghis post is

[goddevouringserpent]

tagged by @miseryscrowned to take the "Which D&D class suits your personality?" (or, in this case, your OC's personality) quiz. took me ages because I have been so busy & stressed out I am starting to lose track of time, but wat ever we stay silly and take things as best as we can take them~

putting it under a cut because I chose not one, but two OCs for this, and as is often the case with me I started rambling and this got long as hell, lol.

in light of the DLC release date announcement, I'm back in WOTR mode and rotating my beloved wrathful girlie at washing machine speed, so!

picrew credit

Kaija (she/they), my most developed Knight Commander. who, yes, has a canon class, or... sort of canon? IDK, she's a Sword Saint/Vivisectionist, but I've been contemplating a different build for the run I'll do once the DLC comes out—probably will still be martial heavy, but we'll see... anyway, I just wanted to see what class she got assigned based on her personality LOL

and the result was:

Rogue

You’re a practical and unusually resourceful person with big dreams that may or may not involve copious amounts of money or treasure. You’re ambitious, you know what you want, and you’ll do whatever you can to get it. Some people might think you’re selfish, but you know it’s important to take care of yourself first. You thrive under pressure and you might have a bit of a mischievous or chaotic side.

Arcane Trickster subclass

Some rogues enhance their fine-honed skills of stealth and agility with magic, learning tricks of enchantment and illusion. You’re an adaptable person who likes to cultivate a range of skills and interests. Once you decide to pick up a new skill or hobby, you’re more than willing to put in a little time and effort to learn how to do it well. You like to feel competent and powerful. You’re not always the most direct person and you may sometimes hide your true thoughts and feelings behind lies or misdirection. Some people might not know what to expect of you, or you might be a bit misunderstood, but you’re capable of a lot more than some people give you credit for.

and I'll admit the result really surprised me at first because I've never seen them as the roguish type—she is quite literally built like a wrestler, roughly 190cm tall, contains multitudes of rage & does not have a single subtle bone in her—but upon reflection I can definitely see it, especially considering how the test openly states that it assigns a class based on personality, not mechanics. the descriptions given match really well, too; INSANELY resourceful, ambitious, materialistic, selfish, chaotic, adaptable, hates feeling powerless/needs to feel like the strongest and most powerful person in the room at any given time, rarely if ever shows her true feelings, often underestimated or not taken seriously despite being more than competent enough to deserve a different treatment... so yeah, fair, she would make a really good rogue! might keep that in mind for the aforementioned new build plans hehe

also: fun result considering one of the characters I ship Kai with—and who is essentially her "endgame" pairing in terms of being a healthy, loving, long-term relationship—is Woljif... who is an Eldritch Scoundrel 🤭 meant for each other~

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then, because I am equally as excited about Shadow of the Erdtree releasing soon (June release dates for both DLCs, in fact... I'm gonna eat GOOD this winter break 😌), my Tarnished Yunia! aka the other she/they I have been spinning in the vortex of my thoughts 24/7, and who hilariously enough could not be more different from Kaija if they tried lol

art credit (and also sick as hell modern fit design credit)

Yunia got:

Cleric

You’re dedicated, caring, and probably a sucker for happy endings. You spend so much time helping other people that you might forget to take care of yourself. You’re very idealistic and have a strong sense of faith in your beliefs, which may be actual religious beliefs or just your personal moral code. You like to be prepared for a variety of situations and you may have a bit of a protective side.

Nature domain

Gods of nature are as varied as the natural world itself; from inscrutable gods of the deep to friendly deities associated with particular springs and groves. You feel comforted by nature and you’re drawn to the outdoors. You want to do as much as you can to take care of our world and you wish other people would take environmental concerns more seriously. You might come across as a calm and easygoing person most of the time, but you can have a surprisingly vicious side when someone violates your principles. You’re not afraid to confront harsh truths and you generally have a practical and realistic outlook on life.

Cleric tracks, it's a ridiculously good fit for her thematically—their entire Character Thing is passionate devotion towards the House of Caria (and later, to Ranni & her ideal for the Age of Stars) which overrides even their most basic self-preservation instinct at times and is pretty much, like, the core of their identity. so in a D&D AU, Yunia being a cleric of the Moon goddess Ranni would work out extremely well: following her dogma to a letter, doing everything in Ranni's name and to serve her earthly purposes, drawing from that very faith and dedication to find their own power and way in life, hopelessly in love with Ranni but shh don't tell anyone

Nature domain, on the other hand, I did not see coming, but the description works... ish? like, I'm not sure Yunia is particularly concerned about environmental issues in their source material LOL (even if there is quite a lot of shit to be concerned about, but that's probably on account of the Lands Between being an absolute shithole at the best of times <3), but in a modern AU I could definitely see her going for something like Environmental Sciences, yeah. being a protector-type with very firm beliefs is, again, a core part of their personality, & it's more likely they'd find themself working with flora or fauna because she is just Not good with people at all lol

(the part about having a "surprisingly vicious side" is 100% true though and I hope one day I can write any of the fics involving her I have planned, because that would be SO much fun to delve into :3)

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tagging @hate-not-wanting-a-name (Zimka and/or Fixer? Zimka and/or Fixer maybe? my beloved little guys perhaps? 👀), @takers-flames, and UUHHH whoever else wants to do this, feel free to say I tagged you / mention me in your post so I can see! I'd tag more but I'm pretty sure that most of my mutuals' OCs already have assigned classes lmao 😭