#must be vibes-based

[stealthnoodle]

Tragically, the mod I'm using to let origin characters use the mirror isn't compatible with Minthara, Halsin, Jaheira, and Minsc, who can play around with it but not save changes.

RIP sprout Halsin, haunted doll Minthara, nature punk Jaheira, and big purple Minsc. Minsc doesn't even fit the zoom properly, oops

Below the cut, more fashion updates, and even more importantly, major fish updates.

The game automatically changed Shadowheart's hair at the end of Act 2 after she went full Selunite. It accomplished this by setting all colors to white and slapping her new hair on top of her old hair, creating a situation with bonus braids and extensions:

Delightful. If I try to change the hairstyle it fucks up the stacking situation, and I want to keep all the hair, so we're locked in now. I also dyed Shadowheart's costume to reflect her major life change, then took one look at Astarion and realized that one of us had to change:

It's only fair we both change, right? Since Shadowheart has a fixed hair color now, Astarion went red and Shadowheart, afflicted with unsightly black veins after tadpoling too hard, disguised herself as a tree:

Great work, team.

So how's our hot wet Kua-toa dream visitor?

Splendid. Now seduce me.

Good stuff, love the eldritch angles as the animation writes checks that the model can't cash. Time to see this through to its logical Act 3 conclusion!

For the first time ever in BG3, I said yes to mindflayer sex but no to mindflayer form, and here it is. The payoff:

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

Surely THIS won't be at all relevant in future chapters. ;) Nope. Not a bit.

[blushingvisander]

Expanding on discord server thoughts about Sarcean and the Sun King being siblings.

A sibling to keep by your side and to keep busy because you love them (don’t you?) but they are too ambitious to be harmless. A threat if left unsupervised. A sibling always in your larger than life shadow. In the shadow of the Sun itself. Unseen, never admired as you are but feared (you did that on purpose) so that they cannot triumph over you, so that nobody will choose their side over yours.

A sibling you let do the hard work.

And when they lash out at you, when they try to make a claim on what belongs to you, your cruelty knows no bounds because you are the one that knows them best. They are your sibling after all. So you take what matters most to them.

But with that betrayal, with all of those little betrayals, you forged the weapon that would slay you.

[stardustdiiving]

Sometimes I think about we got the very first rumors that playable Scaramouche would be Anemo + get a design change around July 2022 (it was a month or two out from 3.0 release) and a sizable portion of people were melting down on my Twitter recommended over it bc they were absolutely certain this qualified as genshin “ruining his character”. Like they had a hashtag over it and everything it was so funny

[mangosaurus]

as much as i love Big Ben sometimes i'll look back on spider monkey ben (personal projection of what ben would grow up to be like post-nublar) and get all wistful ....

[polksaladava]

i keep a running list called “pieces of post-1977 media that i would show elvis presley if i had 48 hrs to show him things” and, as unironically as i can possibly say this, i think please please please by sabrina carpenter has entered the top 5

[hinamie]

ok i am not having any luck with sketching anything new so i am taking this as the universe telling me 2 get my shit tgt and finally resume work on my zine piece that i haven't touched in a month

[ben-the-hyena]

4 soon 5 days ago a YT recommendation made me remember I liked Astro Boy (the 2003 version) as a kid and that made me fall back into a loophole and Dr Umataro Tenma really be kind of a DILF a very depressed-neglectful-abusive-grieving-father-who-needs-therapy way in most adaptations

[13eyond13]

Hi I noticed you have been in the deathnote fandom for a long time. Do you know some changes the fandom/ships went through? I already know that the misogyny towards misa used to be terrible

Thanks 🙏

Hi! Yes, I've been here a long time lmao So from what I can recall things have actually stayed pretty remarkably the same when it comes to the popularity of the ships and dynamics in this series. Lawlight has always been the most popular ship, followed closely by M2 (Matt x Mello). However back in the mid/late 2000s it was different in terms of certain things, like the way the ships were referred to. For example, there was no such thing as a nickname for a ship as a whole back then - you didn't call it "Lawlight," you called it either "L/Light" or "Light/L." You had to specify which of the two you liked as the top by putting their name at the start of the pairing. They were treated almost like they were two entirely different ships, and people would definitely get upset if you weren't terribly careful about specifying this when posting shippy fics and things. This changed sometime between 2009-2012, maybe? Possibly around when "Brangelina" and celebrity couple nicknames like that became a thing in pop culture, lol. I am personally glad things are no longer this fussy about labeling and defining the ships, because I find it dumb and possibly a bit offensive towards gay folks to be that obsessive about their bedroom dynamics above all else. But I definitely still see people get very particular about their preferences for this stuff when it comes to their discussions of the ships these days too, so I might be the odd one out here. Overall I'd say tolerance towards diversity of the pairings and appreciation of the more minor characters has increased? Stuff like pairing L with Matsuda or having het ships like B x Naomi wasn't terribly common back then, from what I remember. People won't hate on you and fight with you as much for daring to enjoy depicting the characters with somebody other than their fave in a story or a piece of art nowadays, either (like "how dare you pair L with somebody other than Light!" - this was a very common thing to hear back in the early fandom days, and people would often act like you were "cheating" on a character by shipping them with somebody other than the character they decided they belonged with.) And fans have also started showing more appreciation for the female characters and attempting to be more inclusive toward them than they used to be. There is a bit less hatred of characters like Near and more shipping of him now as well. Many people were extremely dismissive of him back in the day, and he has definitely grown in popularity over time.

In general I think the fandom has chilled out and diversified and become more tolerant and deeper and more accurate with the characterization in its discussion of the series overall, but I still often will see the exact same takes and trends and tastes and arguments going on now as I used to see back in 2008. Especially when I step outside of the Tumblr bubble and back into a broader/more casual group of fans talking about the series and their faves.

[ifindus]

Back with some more Norwegian Regions! ✨

Molde football club had a match against German Bayer Leverkusen in the Europa League last week. Norwegian football teams ending up in group play in Europa League is pretty big and many national newspapers will say that we need to band together as a nation and support the teams that make it. However, everyone hates Molde - especially people from Trøndelag.

So, when I, my German friend who is a fan of Leverkusen, and another friend of us drove to Molde to watch the game, we all rooted for Leverkusen. My friend was a little unsure whether if they should wear their Leverkusen shirt or not - meanwhile I clearly wore the colours of Rosenborg (Trøndelag's football team) and our friend wore Bodø/Glimt (Northern-Norway's best football team) colours and merch.

Shout-out to my friend who said: "this is the beginning of a bad joke; a german, a trønder, and a northerner walk into a Molde game, and all of them support the germans".

[vividbadsquadreal]

real conversation my friends had one time. btw

[randomtheidiot]

The way Pokémon character names were localized for English speakers never ceases to amaze me.

Like how do you go from this

To THIS.

[varlaisvea]

hi im asking despite my embarrassment. so theres this one off npc. uhmm 👉👈 her name is nerise venim, she's a professional alchemist but in her quest she gets mistaken for a witch, you'll see what i mean if you look her up. she's kind of. haughty? looks down her nose at ppl. but ngl im a complete lesbian for her and idk if theres much if any fics on her so im asking for a Little indulgence bc i rly like your prose 🥺

(This is re: my offer to write fic about ESO NPCs. Offer’s still good, though…)

IT HAS BEEN A MONTH AND A HALF SINCE YOU SENT THIS. I AM SO SORRY! There’s been Stuff, and also, truthfully, I’ve gotten really stuck on the sexy part of this. Smut is already harder for me than I’d like, and on top of it, I think where I ended up going with this is different from what you wanted.

THAT SAID THOUGH, I still wanted to do something for you :) I redid this quest and I too am very gay for Nerise Venim! So, I decided not to let my writer’s cockblock (gn) stop me from at least posting the first part of the story. Hopefully it’s a nice tale on its own? No promises, but I’ll keep fighting with the sexy part 🫡 And THANK YOU so much for your kind words!!

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Words: 1.9k Rating: Mature (allusions to sex and sex toys, mention of alcoholism) Characters: Dunmer Vestige, Mirri Elendis, Nerise Venim

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With Vivec City in our sights now, I feel a strange anxiety in my center. I stop to take in the view of the city, the sea, and Baar Dau. “I can’t stop thinking about that Nerise Venim.”

“Oh, she was incredible, wasn’t she?” Mirri says. “Killing goblins felt even better knowing I was doing it for her. Seht knows I don’t take orders well, but somehow I found myself wishing she’d push me around a little.” Mirri meets my eyes and with a guilty little grin. “I… hope that’s what you meant.”

I sigh. “It is. She was intimidating, in that hello muthsera sort of way.” 

Mirri nods, and we stare at the Vivec City skyline for several long silent moments.

“Heh, I should have let one of those goblins knick me, so I could be injured enough for one of her upscale unguents.”

Mirri stares at me. “Sometimes I forget that you grew up Velothi.” She chuckles. “And in Stormhold.”

“What does that mean?” We start walking again. 

“Dunmer controlled Stormhold for much of your life, it’s true, but it was never a Dunmeri city. If you’d come of age in Vivec, or Balmora, or Mournhold, or even in your Ashlander clan, you’d have some idea about expensive upscale unguents to be sold to discerning clients.” 

“I guess I don’t know what exactly an unguent is.”

“Ah,” Mirri says, nodding. “Well, if I didn’t have experience with upscale unguents, I wouldn’t know either, but: one common synonym is lubricant.”

“Ah.”

The rest of our walk to Vivec City is mostly spent in comfortable silence, and we have a beautiful view of the Temple and the sun setting over the Inner Sea. To avoid some of the construction, we take the long way, past the silt strider station and the traders on the outskirts of town.

We’re walking through the crafting plaza when Mirri stops. “I bet I know where she’s selling her wares.”

“Ha, are you in the market?”

Mirri raises her eyebrows at me. “Irrelevant,” she says with a grin. “I meant… if you’re still thinking about her, maybe you could… see if she has any plans this evening.” She hesitates, then adds, “or… we could.” Mirri meets my eyes with slight unease. We love each other, of course, as one comes to love anyone who has fought by their side through Oblivion and back. We both feel pretty strongly that we work best as friends and adventuring partners, but we share sleeping arrangements regularly, and we’re adventurers, so of course, just like with several of my other regular traveling companions, we relieve one another’s tensions from time to time, or watch each other relieve tensions. Sometimes one of us helps the other pick up an evening companion who catches our eye… but we’ve never done it together.

I look down at my boots.

“Ah, just a thought!” Mirri stammers. “I’m sorry, friend, if that was over the line—”

“Mirri,” I don’t want to laugh at her, but I’m laughing at her. “I didn’t even say anything! As soon as you said that, I wondered why we’d never done it before.”

Mirri laughs, trying to sound calm but obviously relieved. “I thought the same thing. I’ve never had a threesome.”

“Really?” I do not hide my shock very well, and Mirri looks adorably sheepish. “Well, now we have to try.”

“I agree!” She grins and lays her hand on my hip. “And now that we’ve been thinking of this for as long as we have, I believe even if she declines, you and I will have a lovely evening, no?”

I lay a hand on her forearm and lean my head against hers for a moment. “Obviously.” We start walking toward the bridge. 

Mirri does know exactly where to find Nerise Venim, and it turns out, I know the place too—on our way in, Mirri and I wonder aloud, for the second time today, why we haven’t been broadening our exploration of common interests. The shop is run by Telvanni-trained mycoturges who specialize in a craft that’s been honed over many generations: strong, flexible, and very pleasurably-shaped fungi, preserved with Altmeri preservation enchantments for easy cleaning. The proprietor claims Vekh himself shops here, and while I’m not sure I believe that, this particular shop does have the best selection in Vivec City, and a wide variety of accessories.

Nerise has a small booth just inside the shop. She’s not serving anyone right now, but evidently things can get busy here—there’s a sign a short distance in front of the booth that says to ensure privacy for all, please wait behind this sign. Even out in the wilds, Nerise was dressed in noble finery and carried herself like a Grandmaster, and here in the shop, she looks regal; someone the rich and powerful trust with their secrets. If she claimed Vekh himself preferred her upscale unguents, I might believe her.

She smiles slyly as we approach. “Came looking for me, did you?” 

I nod. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She raises an eyebrow, and I return her smile, hopefully with an air of casual ease. “We had to know what happened with Stromgruf.” 

“Ha!” Nerise claps her hands together. “Well he’s got pants now, at least, and—thank the Mercymother—I don’t have to deal with him anymore.” She leans across the counter conspiratorially. “If you can believe it, Stromgruf actually thanked me; even apologized for calling me a witch and endangering my livelihood! And that sword I bought him? He practically begged to trade it back for some vials of Potion Of Transform Into Guar For A Day Or So. Said he hadn’t thought once about getting blackout drunk while he was a guar.” She sighs. “Ayem knows the bottle is a far stricter mistress than some angry witch.”

Mirri, now standing outside of Nerise’s view, fans herself dramatically at that. I continue on bravely as if unaffected. “Please; you’re more than some angry witch,” I say. “You turned a Nord into a guar and he begged for more—it takes quite an alchemist to cook up something so potent and pleasurable.”

Nerise meets my eyes with a haughty smirk. “You’re damned right.” She pauses, then smiles serenely. “Now, can I interest you in something… potent and pleasurable?”

“That’s exactly what we came here to find,” I say, somehow managing not to stammer. “Do you have any plans for this evening?”

“Ha!” Nerise looks genuinely charmed. “My only plans are to find an inn room and count my coin. Hmph, look at me; do you think I slum it with adventurers?” She smiles, stern but amused, and meets my eyes to let me know her question was not rhetorical.

I laugh nervously. “Ah—heh. Ah, you—“

Mirri—as she often does—sees me faltering, and steps in. “Come now, sera, I think classifying my friend as merely an adventurer would bury the lede somewhat, don’t you?” Nerise crosses her arms and smiles with eyebrows raised, and Mirri meets her eyes and matches her pose. “We both know you’re worldly enough to have immediately recognized one of Tamriel’s great heroes when you met us earlier today,” Mirri says. “But, message received—it is a bit uncouth of us to make overtures while you’re at work. Apologies; we’ll leave you to your unguents.”

Mirri nods toward the door for us to leave, but Nerise says, “people make overtures all the time in my line of work—occasionally, I even find it intriguing rather than utterly laughable.” She smirks and meets Mirri’s eyes, then mine, and then there is a long, heavy silence. 

“You’re not laughing,” I point out.

“I try not to make a habit of it,” Nerise says, her expression hardening. 

Mirri and I exchange a glance—something about the way Nerise said that seems to have given us both pause.

Mirri drops her smirk. “It’s been rough for you of late, hasn’t it?” she says, now sincere and cautious. “Not just all the business with Stromgruf, but… things were hard well before the goblin situation, I’d wager.” Nerise presses her lips together and maintains her stare, but says nothing. “I come from a big family,” Mirri says, “I know what it looks like when someone has a lot of people depending on them, a lot of weight on their shoulders.” 

Nerise looks away and swallows hard. “Nothing I can’t handle,” she says.

“But wouldn’t it be good to set it down for a while?” I ask. Nerise turns to me, gaze stony and head held high, waiting for me to say more. “Don’t you get sick of cleaning up all the messes, keeping an eye on every variable, holding everything together for everyone around you?“ 

She stares at me, clenching her jaw. 

I meet her gaze, smiling, and ask, “don’t you ever wish someone else could take control; let you rest your mind, let yourself feel?”

Nerise stares at me for a long moment, jaw clenched and eyes glossy. She nods once. Mirri nudges me from behind. All three of us know what that nod meant.

I smile. “Wouldn’t it be good for someone to take care of you, for once, Nerise?”

She meets my eyes with something approaching vulnerability, then crosses her arms and looks away. “I doubt you’re up to the task.” 

Mirri lays her hand on the counter. “You doubt we’re up to the task?” 

Nerise stares at Mirri, then at me. After a long pause, she says, “I’ve got a lot to do here.” She continues staring back and forth at Mirri and me, as if she’s trying to say something without saying it.

“… I own the penthouse at St. Delyn’s Waistworks,” I say finally. 

Nerise is quiet for a few moments. “I’ll see how I feel later,” she says, her tone giving nothing away. 

“Fair enough,” says Mirri, suddenly chipper. “For now, we’ll stick to business.” Not far away from Nerise’s booth is a shelf of merchandise, and Mirri points to one of the mushrooms; long and thick with subtle ridges at the top. “I’ve got one like this back at the penthouse. What would you use to help it go down nice and easy?”

Nerise rolls her eyes and sighs, but says, “I usually recommend—“

“Bring it with you,” Mirri says, and turns to walk away, grabbing my arm to bring me along.

Nerise once again rolls her eyes and sighs, obviously having expected Mirri to say something like that. But she says, “I should tell you, I don’t go down without a fight. I’m rarely nice and never easy.”

Mirri grins. “Of course. See you soon.”

When we get outside, we’re giggling like kids. “That was awesome!” I say. “I didn’t know what to do—I just followed your lead! Very sexy, I have to say.” I affectionately bump Mirri with my hip.

“Thank you, sera,” Mirri says, bowing her head. “I may be inexperienced with threesomes, but let’s just say I have some idea of how to get people like Nerise Venim to unravel.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “She seemed a bit aloof about it all. You really think she’ll come over?”

“Oh, I suspect she will,” Mirri says coolly. “People like her need to hold onto the air of dominance right up until they’re on their backs—and from there it’s short work to get them on their knees.”

[nectaric]

@seaprofound asked: renee, would your gods rather eat a full-course meal cooked by zeus—or get in a car that has po behind the wheel? :3 ( SADISTIC CHOICE TIME )

anyone who has only watched zeus cook is picking po. anyone who has only been in the car with po is picking zeus' cooking. anyone who has endured both is choosing to throw themselves into tartarus instead.

team po: hermes, hades, probably hera, ares, artemis

team zeus: athena (barely.. just barely), demeter, heph...

[citrine-elephant]

the backstory for leon's grippy sock jail adventure probably comes from hunnigan accidentally, or intentionally, recommending him be committed because he made a very naughty joke. (like completely in bad taste and he was left in awkward silence even after he tried laughing it off.)

and she was concerned enough to say something in passing or force someone's hand at the top to take care of their god damned assets agents before, yknow.