#no they mean the world to me and I mean like a more fleshed out version of Kate cause canon Kate is not developed at all

[hitomisuzuya]

Wanted to request something to festive so I had an idea of having the first kiss of the new year with our love scummy scara. Not sure how to elaborate but I just needed to share ✨

scaramouche x fem!reader. kissing. very light smut. grinding. scummy scara. scara with a tongue piercing.

a little smutty cause it's scummy scara. bear with me, i still don't feel the best🥺

scaramouche looks at the clock for the uptenth time that night, restless with anticipation. it is very close to midnight on new year's eve.

to everyone else around the world, midnight meant the coming of a new year. but to him, midnight meant so much more.

it means starting off the new year in a best possible way: kissing you. kissing you would lead to other kisses, several kisses. deep, open mouth kisses. those kisses would lead to fingers tangled in hair, his mouth swallowing your soft moans while his tongue devours your mouth.

which in turn would lead to all kinds of little goodies for him. his hands wandering up your shirt and between your legs while he pins you down on the couch..

"it's almost midnight."

your voice drew scaramouche out of his thoughts. "hm," his hum was uninterested as he put his arm around you. everything has to be in place perfectly. he glanced at the clock again. three more minutes that were quite frankly dragging to him.

he rolls the ball of his tongue piercing around on the roof of his mouth in anticipation. could he distract you enough to get up and change the time on the clock himself? hmm...

"look, the ball is rising up to drop," you said as you rest your head on his chest.

"you wanna know that looks like to me?" scaramouche asked, glancing at the clock again. "people are dropping the ball on their year already," he snickered. what he meant by dropping the ball was fucking up.

"scara! it's supposed to be positive," you chide, though the smile on your face told him that you found what he said funny. look at you, sharing in his sense of humor while telling him what's what.

five, four..

scaramouche was delighted to see that the countdown has begun. "what? isn't it a positive thing for them to realize they are fucking up already?" he counters, curling his finger under your chin to tilt your head a little.

you sigh, giving him a look that said you couldn't really argue with him. though he knew you could.

three, two, one!

he is already leaning in to kiss you before one is even chanted. it didn't take long for his kiss to turn needy, pushing his pierced tongue giddily into your mouth. the ball of his tongue piercing grazes the roof of your mouth, making you shiver and moan softly into his mouth.

one hand wanders up your shirt, groping the soft, squishy flesh of your breast outside your bra. he tingle of excitement shot through him feeling you slightly move your chest into his hand. "happy new year," you murmur, pulling away to breathe for a few moments.

"mhm," his lips are back on yours again within moments. he wasn't interested in talking, the growing erection in jeans as his hand slips into your bra told him there are other important things right now.

his kiss is deep, open mouthed and sensual. his tongues glides against yours, devouring your mouth as he wrestled your tongue into oh so willing submission. you whimper at the sudden pleasure of your nipple rolling and hardening under the pads of his fingers.

he groans as you reach down to cup and rub his cock outside his jeans. rutting into your hand, he pinched your nipple before pushing you down onto the couch. your moans are the first music of the new year to his ears.

his teeth nip at your lips as he spreads your legs, slotting himself between them. "these are in the way," he sighed, frustrated as he ruts between your legs. goosebumps rose in the wake of his fingers on skin as he pushed your shirt up over your bra.

scaramouche hastily moved the cups of your bra down off your breasts, feasting his eyes on them before moving his head down to flick the ball of his tongue piercing around your nipple.

kisses always led to other things. he always, always counted on that. whether it was right here on the couch downstairs, or upstairs in his bed, he was going to ruin you. starting with a kiss.

[nomie-11]

Vi x Reader - Across All Universes

masterlist!

Your breaths were ragged, and Vi’s mind was blank. The knife was still buried deep in your side, each labored inhale nudging it further into tender flesh. Blood seeped out with every exhale, staining your clothes and pooling beneath you. 

“Stay with me,” Vi pleaded, her voice trembling as she cradled your face with calloused hands. Tears welled in her powder blue eyes, threatening to spill as she tried to press down on the wound. “You’re gonna be fine. Just—just keep looking at me, alright?” 

Your vision blurred, edges of the world turning soft and hazy as your head lolled in her hands. You managed a weak smile despite the pain. “Vi… it’s okay,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No, it’s not okay! Don’t say that!” Vi snapped, the desperation in her tone cutting through the green haze in the air. Her hextech gauntlets lay limp on the ground, her enforcer uniform once a pristine blue now stained crimson. Her hands shook, and her jaw clenched as she fought back the sob threatening to break free. “You’re not leaving me. Not now, not ever.”

Vi’s words felt like they echoed in a faraway place, distant and muffled, as if the universe itself was pulling you away from her. Her hands, steady and strong in battle, trembled against your skin, futilely trying to stanch the bleeding. The anguish in her eyes was a pain that pierced deeper than any blade could, cutting through you more than the wound that would kill you. 

The air between you hung heavy with unspoken truths, the kind that weighed more than the blood soaking the ground. Her face was a storm of emotions—rage, sorrow, and something darker that she couldn’t name but you could feel. 

“Vi,” you whispered, your voice a fragile threat. The sound of it so small, so weak broke something in her. “It’s not your fault.”

Her jaw tightened, and her breath hitched. She shook her head violently, the motion sending a lock of pink hair tumbling over her forehead. “Don’t say that,” she rasped, her voice breaking. “Don’t you dare.” 

Her words sounded hollow, even to herself. Somewhere in the fractured fragments of memory playing in your mind, you recalled the glint of the blade—the arc it traced, its trajectory, its terrible precision. And her face. The way her eyes widened just a fraction too late. The horror that filled them as the blade found its mark. 

You hadn’t asked for answers, but they were written in the tremor of her hands, the agony in her eyes. The truth was a shadow between you, darker than the blood staining her uniform. You could almost hear it whisper: Her hand guided the blade. 

But you couldn’t let her drown in it. Not now. Not ever. 

“It’s okay,” you murmured again, your hand weakly reaching for hers. She caught it instantly, holding on as if letting go would mean losing you completely. Her grip was strong, but her resolve was cracking. 

“I promised I’d protect you,” Vi said, her voice barely audible now. “I promised.” Her head dropped, forehead pressing against yours as the tears finally fell. “Why couldn’t I just—”

She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.

Your breath was shallow, your vision dimming as the world around you blurred into streaks of light and shadow. Even now, you couldn’t bear to see her like this. With your last strength, you reached up, a slow, unsteady motion to touch her cheek. Vi leaned into your touch, closing her eyes as if the fleeting warmth of your palm could make everything right again. 

“Vi…” Your voice cracked, weaker now, barely audible. “I—I know.” 

She stiffened, a sharp intake of breath catching in her throat. She lifted her head, eyes wide and glistening. “No, no, no. Don’t say that,” she begged, shaking her head. “Don’t… I didn’t mean—it wasn’t supposed to hit—”

“Across all universes,” you murmured, your voice so faint she had to strain to hear it. “You’ll find me… right?” 

Her lips trembled as she let out a broken sob, nodding desperately. “Yeah,” she whispered, her tears dripping onto your cooled skin. “Yeah, I’ll find you. Every damn time.” 

But the guilt was there, etched into the lines of her panicked frown, painted in the frantic tears streaking her cheeks. No amount of promises could drown out the feeling that this was her fault—that she had failed you in the most unforgivable way. 

“I love you,” you whispered, your breath hitching one last time as your thumb brushed weakly against her scarred knuckles. 

Her lips trembled as she leaned down, pressing a desperate kiss to your forehead, to your temple, to your hair. “I love you too,” she choked out, the words raw and broken.

The world grew colder, quieter. Her voice was the last thing you heard before everything faded to black. 

“Please,” Vi whispered, her voice splintering into the empty night. “Please don’t go.”

But in the suffocating silence that followed, Vi was left to cradle you, the ghost of the blade’s arc replaying endlessly in her mind. 

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If you enjoyed this one shot, please check out my other series!

[stiltsthegm]

GOTY 2024 #1 - Heaven Will Be Mine

I can't believe it took me this long to play Heaven Will Be Mine. It's over 6 years old at this point. I had known about it since it released, so it's not like it blindsided me or anything. I just...never got around to it. At the same time, though, I'm glad it took me this long to play Heaven Will Be Mine. I don't know if 2018 Iris would have appreciated it as much, or in the same way. Fuck, I still hadn't figured out I was Iris until 2021 so, you know, things are looking a whole lot different from the other side of that.

Heaven Will Be Mine is a visual novel about three women who pilot giant mechs for three different factions. These mechs, however, cannot kill, because they weren't designed for fighting things of flesh and blood or even metal. They were designed to fight ideas. These girls will try to use them to make their own ideas real.

Every fight in the game is a conversation, an argument, a reminiscing, a flirtation, a reconciliation. Pluto's mech is massive and overwhelming and all-encompassing because that's what Pluto's personality feels like. Saturn's mech is slippery and bitey and scrappy because she's a mischievous brat. Heaven Will Be Mine sees the metaphor of the humanoid mech and decides to simply toss aside the thin barrier of separation between man and machine. The man is the machine, the machine exists because the man sees themselves in it and as it. In such a world, a child might decide that this new and potentially limitless expression of the self is far more liberating and fulfilling than anything they had on Earth. They might decide to stay in space to build a new life for themselves. To be a new type of human. One that doesn't fit the previous definitions.

And what would happen if Earth decided it didn't want the definition of "human" to change?

The three factions in the game represent three different answers to that question. It's a testament to this game's phenomenal writing that all three answers feel "right," even if there's one particular ending I like more than the others (mine is Cradle's Graces, for the record). Because that's the only true way to handle that question, isn't it? We're all trying to figure out what being us even means, and we're gonna have different ways of doing that.

God, I've been rambling about themes and introspection and shit and I haven't even mentioned the art and the music. It's stunning, gorgeous, evocative, and I could heap more superlatives on it, but it'd start to feel insincere even though I mean every word of it. I adore every character in this game and want only the best for them. I love reading every chat log and news article and mission briefing. Every ending makes me cry, even when I'm seeing them for the second time.

I suppose it's fitting that the only game that had a chance of knocking 1000xResist from first place was an even gayer visual novel that came out almost 7 years ago and is a contender for one of my favorite games of all time. And if you don't agree with me, well...

[luckycl0ve]

reading over the post-scripts in his letters from the Inquisitor before the final stand (under the cut)

A personal coda to my letter. Though the circumstances prompting our meeting were perhaps not what either of us would have chosen, I am glad we did meet. 

Warden Thorne, 

I very much liked meeting with you at the Cobbled Swan. I was trepidatious, given my history with the Grey Wardens, but most of all, my history with you - or lack thereof. 

I am sorry to have to have met with you under the current circumstances. I did not wish to ambush you but, as Morrigan reminds me daily, 'tis not the time to fret regarding past misdeeds; such thinking is a trap we can ill afford'. As always, heeding her counsel proves to be the wisest decision. Simply put, it could not be helped, but in hindsight I also regret not making any effort to address the past. For the avoidance of all doubt, I acknowledge that you are my flesh and blood, though I do not flatter myself that you are my son, given that I had no hand in forming you into the man you are today. Indeed, I also do not keenly know the sting of recent events, given your near total elven heritage, and your history of immersion in elven culture. This is something I have never, and likely will never, understand, despite my own unorthodox parentage.

I would discuss the past with you in the future, at an appropriate time, once you are less preoccupied and, if I may, once cooler heads prevail for the both of us. 

I hope that you will take this letter in good faith as a sign that I wish to work as a bolster for your team. In that team, surround yourself only with those wholly committed, as I did with the Inquisition. Savour your time with them, and please try not to dwell on what's come before. 

Yours, 

The Inquisitor 

-

Rook, 

I find myself wondering if you have read my letters, as you do not respond. I fear that you have nothing to say to me. As a comrade-in-arms, this may be the case, but given what we are to one another, I can scarcely believe it. I hope that you come around one day, for there is much I wish to share with you. I promise, my intentions are true, and I wish only the best for you and your team. 

Yours, 

Inquisitor Trevelyan 

-

Rook, 

The hour is late, and the missive this post-script is attached to was penned over the course of several days, under the watchful eye of Divine Victoria, and with the guidance of my beloved's sharp wit. The situation is grim in the South, as I have detailed, but having heard reports from Weisshaupt I find myself at a loss for words, despite imbibing a significant amount this evening. The Jennies are visiting us with reports out of Orlais. Ranier accompanied, keen to relay happenings in Ferelden, and learn of the state of the rest of the world - he was extremely impressed with your efforts, and to hear of your successful Joining, years though it's been since that particular feat of yours. He often told me I would have made a good warden - flattery from a liar, of course, but a good man, who is still committed to the cause overall. In truth, I miss my inner circle even more than I have said. 

(...) 

The hour has grown even later. My thoughts are drawn, spurred on by the events at Weisshaupt, to the Calling. I know you will hear it one day. I do not know how I will react close to the time - of course, my reaction is not paramount, I apologise for 

(...) 

I once met dwarves from the Legion of the Dead, who have a funeral prior to their heading to the Deep Roads, as they know they will not return. I wonder if you would tell me, if you heard the Calling. I would very much appreciate being in your life, if I still live at that stage. I hope that it is many years beyond my own. 

Yours, 

Adam Trevelyan 

-

Rook, 

I implore you to respond to me, when you are able. I hear tidings of your success in the Hossberg Wetlands. What this means for the wardens, and their Calling, remains to be seen. I wonder if you will still hear the Calling - it seems that the rules writ by the ancient lore of the wardens are changing daily. I apologise for my ramblings in my last missive on the matter - I have spent so long being asked my views on even things I scarcely have time to read a paragraph about, let alone experience first-hand, that I find myself offering opinions on that which I am not entitled to. It is hard to relinquish the habit of trying to be everything to everyone - a burden I hope you do not become as accustomed to as I. 

I would like to imagine that you and yours are able to live our your full lives without that particular spectre of the Calling looming over your shoulder, now. With your additional feats at Kal-Sharok, and your closing in on the final Archdemon, I wonder if the days of blight in Thedas may be numbered, and your Calling permanently suspended along with it. I hope for all our sakes, but especially yours, that that will be true. 

I would ask that you write back to me as soon as you can. I understand you intend to make a run for the gods soon. 

We should meet at the Cobbled Swan prior to that occasion. Morrigan has insight that we must abide by - I am aware that this has been helpful to you so far in your plight, and I would be there when she divulges any further knowledge to you, if you will allow. I would encourage caution befitting of your status as a leader of your resistance, and a warden, and I would also encourage you to meet with me one-on-one, man to man. I know you may be skeptical, but I urge you: as one figurehead of a movement to save our world to another, I would request that you please listen to my advice, though I expect that you will not need it. I have faith that you will not repeat my mistakes, but if I can help you avoid them in totality, I would be most privileged to do so. 

Yours, 

Adam Trevelyan 

-

Rook,

I understand now that you do not wish to communicate with me wherever possible. That is, of course, your prerogative - but understand that I write my next words in empathy. 

After discussing the matter countless times with Dorian, I think that I now understand why you do not acknowledge my communiques. You are a grown man, with no need for a father - perhaps you had a paternal figure growing up, and I am surplus to requirements.

Perhaps you feel that I shirked my responsibility to you. I assure you, this was not intentional. I write now not to absolve myself of responsibility to you, but to offer explanation, and a reassurance that it was not through malice that you and I had not met previously - nor that I have not truly addressed my shortcomings in our letters, so far. However, I now see that an explanation is owed, and my thought processes need to be laid bare to try and staunch the aching divide between us, and the impact it could have on our loved ones, and the world at large. 

I wonder if you went through the Harrowing - as a young circle mage, I did, myself. When I was in the fade, walking it as you do now, although with much more fear, I met a pride demon. It told me that one day, I would father a son who would change the way of the world forever - a source of pride, on my behalf - but also that my pride would preclude any form of kinship with him. I will be frank - being a young man, and preferring as I do the company of men, in my foolishness I thought it extremely unlikely that the demon had the right man. I did not realise that by the time I underwent the Harrowing, my partner at that time was already carrying you. When I emerged triumphant from that hideous ceremony, they had already been sent away by our superiors to another circle, never to be seen again by me. I must admit that, despite my tears and my anger and my desperate searching, I never did see them again, and no one in the circle was any help. I am sorry to tell you that I am not sure if they still live, but my unfortunate feeling is that, in the wake of what happened in Kirkwall, they fell victim to the Rite of Anulment. I do not feel, though, that I will ever truly give up my search for the truth about them - something Dorian has kindly helped me with wherever he can.

I only learned of you decades later. During the exalted council, Dorian broke the news of your existence to me, after investigating rumours out of Tevinter, Kirkwall and a few areas of Ferelden. The way you were described - the way my father Lord Trevelyan gossiped when drunk at feasts, cursing my name and bloodline, spilling the events of your birth and first few years of life, such as they had been reported back to him to ensure a successful cover-up - it could not be mistaken. Perhaps there is a kinship between us, after all, in that neither of us have a father that was to us that we wanted nor deserved.

In my shock, I ignored the information he shared on you, for a time. I was busy, in demand, and you may be aware, a recent amputee, pulling the scraps of my organisation together into something smaller but more useful. I wrote letters addressed to you, but burned most of them. I did not know how to find you, and worse, each clumsy sentence felt more insulting to you than the last. Before I knew it, you had been conscripted to the wardens. As an aside, I worked with Hawke, who spoke of Anders with a love and frustration that only deep understanding of his character explained. Knowing what I do now of your character, it is no surprise to me that Anders saw in you a kindred spirit, if with a better sense of humour; a man in need of support, and healing, in order to achieve his full potential, and true self. It prides me to hear that you have won so many battles, including that to become who you truly are, though of course it may not be my place to say so.

Again, I will be frank. I do not have an amicable relationship with the wardens, though I did not exile them from Orlais when given the opportunity. I did not want to impose upon them to remove one of their recruits from their ranks, nor take one of their soldiers after you had undergone and survived the Joining - something for which I am eternally grateful. I doubt they would have let my letters through to you, if I had had the courage to send them, as Dorian always encouraged. 

To that end: you and I have both lost people, in our endeavours. I offer my heartfelt condolences for your losses, and grieve them as my own. Each is a weight on the soul, shaping the fade of our dreams, doubtless, if we get any sleep. But Morrigan notes that you have, just like I did in the height of the Inquisition (and continue to now), an enduring love. I was warned against my love with Dorian by senior chantry authorities and my own advisors alike - being a Tevinter as he is, and a man. Savour your romance with the Antivan crow. Do not listen to any who would warn you against a supportive, uplifting love, with whomsoever you find it. Perhaps you realise that you follow in the footsteps of the Hero of Ferelden. Proud as I'm told you are of your Fereldan upbringing, both in the alienage at Denerim and with the Dalish of the Brecilian forest, after warden comrades of the Hero rescued you during the fifth blight, I am sure this is not lost on you. I implore you, focus on love, mutual support, and treasuring your beloved, and the losses do not weigh as heavily. 

It strikes me that you live in the fade, while I have only striven to walk it twice. When I walked in the fade for the second time, during the siege of Adamant fortress, I was shown your face by a taunting demon of fear. I did not know you, but it seemingly did, and told me you were my greatest shame. I wondered what it meant, not realising what it was referencing until I learned of your existence years later. 

It was not true. I could never be ashamed of you - my own shortcomings, yes, but I do not feel embarrassed or regretful whatsoever regarding you, Rook. It seems to me, now, that amongst all of the death and blight that surrounds us in the South, you are a beacon of hope in the North. How miraculously in the darkness a light can shine that was thought snuffed out forever - to me, this is what you are. My greatest shame is, and always shall me, not writing this letter sooner - not to absolve myself of blame, but to offer my sincerest of apologies, for leaving you to a world so cruel to elves, and mages, and bastards. This is not the sum-total of all you are, however.

I hope that you read this, my son. Please know that I am truly sorry. I do not expect you to reply, nor for your anger and hurt to be recovered by my words, but hope that one day, you may reach an understanding of them; I hope that, at some future time, I may hear your story in your own words, rather than second-hand from allies and advisors.

Stay safe, and fight on as you always have. I will be here for you, should you change your mind about all I am to you. I will always be willing to stand by your side, in all that you are. 

Your father,

Adam Trevelyan 

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Son, 

Thank you once again for your words, after the final stand in Minrathous, and for your incredible bravery, strength and compassion that night. Truly, in all my days, I could never thank you enough, for both your words and deeds and, of course, those of your allies.

I know time is short, given both of our efforts to rebuild, but I appreciate your missive in the aftermath, after all we achieved together - of course, the vast majority of it being your efforts, with myself arriving at the eleventh hour to do whatever little I could to help - something I will always do for you and yours, from this day to my last breath. 

Of course! I would be thrilled if you can find time to see Dorian and I at the rebuilt Archon's palace. He is extremely busy, as am I, but he insists there is always time for a dinner party: something which, having seen off several world-ending events, I am inclined to agree with. 

I hope you will not regret meeting with me. It shall always be on your terms, of course, and with whomever you choose to bring. I will even look the other way, should Lucanis wish to bring knives into the palace, should it be what the both of you want. I understand that visiting two mages, accompanied by his mage fiancé, may not be the easiest for one once known as a 'mage killer' - though thankfully, all Venatori have now been ousted from these halls, and will likely think twice prior to attempt to infiltrate them once again. We will remain vigilant, regardless.

Thank you for your condolences regarding Lord Trevelyan. I was never close with my father, and he could not have been clearer about his stance on me, for all I am, and whom I love. It was good to see my half-brothers and half-sisters at the funeral. Thank you for advising me on a trusted Mortalitasi for the ceremony. Disturbed dead are common with all the recent upheaval, and I feel I have had quite enough of Lord Trevelyan. Though he maintained a professional demeanour throughout, I could tell that Professor Volkarin was inclined to agree, presumably having heard something unpleasant from my father's corpse during the proceedings. I have reassured him that it was nothing personal, he was like that with everyone. The Professor, at least, was very compassionate throughout, in spite of it all.

I find myself reflecting on the mistakes of Lord Trevelyan's that I repeated, when it came to you: the conclusion I reach is that I am extremely thankful to have this chance, now, to rectify them. I will not be what he was: begrudging, and slanderous, and a bitter drunk who regarded his own flesh-and-blood with poorly-concealed contempt, simply due to the circumstances of their birth. This is not fatherhood, nor manhood. I only wish you could have met him, and set him dead to rights on these issues. It would have not been a pleasant experience for anyone involved, but I would have liked for him to be cut down to size by your usual wit. That, I'm sure we can both agree, would have been priceless. 

Your words mean the world to me, Rook. I hope you understand and believe this, but if not, I will endeavour to show you with my actions. 

Send word via the candlehops when you are ready. Dorian and I will clear our schedules to make it work - as many times as you like, or even just once, should you prefer it. 

All our best, 

Your Father, Lord Adam Trevelyan

- with well wishes from Archon Dorian of House Pavus

[ailius-suffers-through-art]

did a redraw of an old piece from an au!

( below is the original. its in bad condition because its sorta been all over the place in the past few years )

but yeah ive been calling it Transcendental Anomalies in my notes so far.

The premise is that Dipper has been having strange dreams after his 19th birthday. Dreams where he finds himself exploring a weird world filled with bizarre rules and horrifying creatures. Oddly enough, he isn't all that scared by the world and takes to figuring out its secrets and enjoying the new experience.

It's constantly raining. Filled with dilapidated buildings. Stairways that crumble and shift under your feet. A 100 step pathway that leads to another dimension. Parts of the world that crumble into the void and are consumed by static. A ballroom dance with shadows.

An upside down clock tower above the void. Endless staircases into the sky and void alike.

Streets crawling with shadows. Black hair leaking out of crevices. Eyes that watch you from holes.

A bus that travels around, taking you god knows where. Tall buildings with elevators. A giant neon red cross always further in the distance. A heavy fog over collapsing buildings. Black torii gates leading to a dark forest. A woman carrying an umbrella whose gaze you must never meet. A parade of tall and lanky men and women twirling down the streets. Gigantic beasts that rise from the void. A library with no top or bottom extending endlessly where bodies fall from the top floors. Festivals of shadows where human flesh and other such things are sold. Red paper lanterns float down the festival lanes and hang from special buildings. A starless night sky that hangs over the world like a black void.

These are only a few of the sights Dipper sees there.

No humans are seen in the world because they are very quickly eaten by the creatures within or they're in hiding. Ghosts and spirits roam the streets. The smart people who visit make sure they dont stay long. The ones who survive dont stay long enough to get found.

At one point, Dipper tries dancing with the blind dancers. This is where we meet our second protagonist, Bill.

Bill decides to come visit the Middle Ground for a while for a vacation from being a menace. While there, he goes to the ballroom to have a hoot and starts talking with one of the blindfolded creatures (in human form since its not the easiest to work around his own triangular anatomy for square dancing).

They swap names and chat as they dance, Bill looking down on the dumb monster as a lower lifeform. Still, he gets curious about what the thing looks like under the blindfold and pulls it up. As one has already guessed, the dance partner was Dipper.

Bill is surprised to find his partner wasn't actually one of the creatures, but puts 2 and 2 together when he sees the birthmark. Unfortunately, he's not great at metaphorical math and just assumes its another demon on vacation. Thinks the guy is pretty dumb for following the rules of this world, but shrugs it off.

They meet several more times in the middle ground, exploring the more dangerous facets of it, until Dipper moves to gravity falls with his sister to take care of his great uncle, and finds he can no longer leave.

as you can probably tell, this au has a LOT and i mean a LOT of inspiration from internet urban legends. if you see something you think is a reference, it most definitely is. i have...... so many gravity falls aus. im still a bit stuck in 2014 gf fandom tumblr. if things dont hold up with the book of bill canon forgive me (I haven't read it yet sadly...) but yeah its a bit trope heavy but i love urban legends and horror stories so i wanted to make a world where all of them can fit together nicely. thats how this came about.

[tornadoyoungiron]

Hello Tumblr, it’s been a while.

First of all, wishing everyone a Happy New Year! Hoping that 2025 has been good so far and for the rest of the solar cycle <3 The past few months have been a little rough for me, as I have been dealing with some behind-the-scenes stuff, though I will be fine, don’t you worry. I’ve been through far worse.  

Unfortunately, it means that I’ve lost the passion for Young Iron, I honestly think that the passion has been dwindling for a long time now, since at least May 2024. I think it was a factor of a lot of things; my hyperfixation slowly waning, feeling like the story losing its focus and getting out of hand plus noticing that a lot of my ideas were being copied. 

To clarify, I don’t mind if people take ideas I put forward in my writing, in fact, I do encourage it and love seeing what people come up with. It excites me and inspires me to write more. I want people to be creative and to be inspired to write their own stories, hell their own Tornado’s because you can never have enough Tornado’s in the world. 

However, my issues started after introducing and talking about future concepts of my stories with others and having people immediately ask if they could take and use these concepts/characters in their own AUs before I could even write them into my own started to discourage me. This is one of the reasons why all the posts on Broken Records have been deleted and I removed myself from most of the ttte groups I was in. I wanted to discuss my ideas with others, not have them immediately stolen for other people’s AUs.

It’s disheartening to not be able to flesh out my own characters or ideas before someone comes in and takes the idea away to make their own. Maybe I’m being petty or perhaps a bit protective, I don’t know, but it felt rude to me. 

That being said, please don’t be scared to post and continue writing stuff inspired by Young Iron. If you want to write stories about any of the characters I’ve introduced in the Young Iron stories, please feel free to go right on ahead and even tag me if you want. I really do genuinely love this kinda stuff, it might even inspire me to come back.

Either way, I still do have plans to finish Young Iron. In Pursuit of Self was always going to be the last in the series, I want the series it to have a definitive end, unlike my previous series with Godzilla which just randomly dropped off. I want to finish it but when things are looking up and things have gotten better.

In other news, Transformers One really got me into a Transformer’s hyper fixation so you might see some new things in regards to the Transformers franchise. (Probably not ONE related but you never know.)

Wishing all my followers and mutuals a wonderful 2025! 

Stay Safe, smooth running and dry rails!

[anactualdump]

HIII retelling nat's ideas and adding my own ideas as a result of it, let me know if i missed anything or anyone wanna add on more 😁

everything has sunk into the sea from an overuse of the thumpers. the surface and limbo has merged, water completely surrounds the world for millions of years

with some other changes where spawns are flesh (much like orthodites) and pol didn't start out human. probably humans wouldn't survive the thumper catastrophe lmao so they're extinct. but other species gain intelligence and pretty much replace humans/look like them but are not related in any way

those survived who aren't respawns live on floating platforms, small shreds of land. probably the top of a thumper and other large structures. and meow's head xD some evolve to live in the sea

those in the sea kinda lives like in jekischear from respawns and souls, while those above are marginally safer but not completely safe due to surfacing respawns and souls or distrust of their own brethren

territories on land although small are aggressive to any foreign activity, including from their own species whom may survive from under the sea. everyone looks mad wacky at this point lmao, and some have trusted respawns but they often get exiled from their communities

for those completely against respawns, it's hard to trust others or be trusted. and if anyone is behaving ever slightly off, they're exiled. those on land (idk what i should name them lmao, it should be a mix of species instead of just one) based their identities entirely around obeying a religious entity

a lot of creatures have since learnt to speak gibberish (respawn language). although are against respawns, they learn to warn them using their own language rather than make the first attack, which often works from avoiding a solo spawn massacre. it eventually became a part of their cultures

pol is a soldier of one of the land creatures who's been assigned to be made as a living weapon to test combat against respawns from below (a mix of natural life and respawn).

he isn't exactly completed yet. he has lots of malfunctions and doesn't know what he could do other than pure instinctual reactions. i like to think every living weapons are supposed to look exactly the same like a specific robot model, so he's generic xD

lolo heres a random comic (this is before shi)

ui is a respawn near meow's head who means to target any land dwellers unfortunate enough to fall as an easy kill

also heres some unrelated cringe

[eleventhhourfactor]

First day of 2025 has been good so far. So good, in fact, that I've decided to actually make a self-reflection/look to the future post, as much as I'm trying not to be vain.

Anyway...2024. There was a lot happening there.

If we're looking at Tumblr alone, it's pretty clear that this was the year that solidified Mario and Luigi as a hyperfixation for me. Helped along by the mutuals I made along the way, I turned out a lot of stories for AO3--moreso than I'd ever done for any other fandom prior to this. It's...mindblowing, honestly. Just the year before, I'd written and deleted my works after becoming convinced that it wouldn't amount to anything and ought as well not be out there. It was a pattern I longed to break, and I think I've finally cracked it, and I've never been happier to put myself out there and be cringe and free.

The rest of 2024 was a hell of a lot of change for me--mostly good. I moved across the country, started writing for another company, found another special interest in the form of Mario RPGs. I also realized that a load of my extended family have garbage takes, and that I alone can't fix that for them. My cat needed teeth taken out, my car got hit by a delivery truck in the parking lot, and I got holed up at my in-laws' house with the flu on Christmas Day. I'm still trying to make real-life friends, which seems to be an outstanding issue for little ol' me. Outside of college, I've never been great at making and keeping friends.

But I do have my network, without which I wouldn't have been able to publish a story, plan a big move, or even doodle on occasion. And you, dear mutuals and others, are a part of that, I've come to realize. It's stupid and corny, but there's something really neat about going to the internet and nerding out about things through headcanon posts, fabulous art, and wonderfully-written tales. What's even crazier is what fanwork can drive me to do in my original little things.

So, for 2025, along with some outstanding fics I need to wrap up and work on, I also want to put some work and effort into fleshing out a long-running project of mine: the world of Astrara, the worldhoppers moving throughout, and the threads of the universe tying it all together. There's characters I've been bouncing around in my skull for nearly a decade now, and it's about time I clear the sad lack of confidence from my space and actually draw them to the life they deserve. Might I make a comic? Who knows. For the next year, I just want to draw my little dudes until I run out of pencils, and then scan it in and color digitally. I want to make more art, and I want to write out the story of Lenora, Aylín, and their absolutely batshit journey to find their way home. Or at least, get the bullet points down and go from there.

It's crazy, but I thought turning out over a dozen fanfics was insane as well, and look where I'm at. Anything can happen. The spark has caught aflame. I want to keep creating. For the first time ever, I want to keep going with whatever the heck I've got going instead of letting it sit while I grind to live.

So, follow me as I get this going. See how far I go or fall short. Maybe ask me some more about what exactly I'm working on. I'd love to brainstorm and share and get others interested, too.

A bit of insurance in the form of doodles. Lenora on the left, Aylín on the right. One's being careful, the other wants to fight.

Kinda funny how much I project onto my own little stories.

Thank you all for sticking with me. Sorry this turned from reflection to a bit of narcissist goal-setting, but I've never felt so set on a creative goal before. This project means a lot to me and my growth over time, and without stepping out and meeting you all, I'd never be able to do this. So, thank you for being there, and I hope I've been able to do half as much for you.

Under the cut special! Sending love to all the people who keep me going on here. Like, y'all are so great. You are all great people.

So, mutuals and creators I admire (as well as my frens), this one's for you:

@giddlygoat @peaches2217 @snakeeyesdraws @bberetd @itsavee4117 @silenzahra @silksongmaiden @fyreburning @akiiame-blog @megamagimugi @supergay-64 @artizonka @rainbogen @loud-kid2 @@diamondempp @dooxliss @lu1g199 @laatgag @moriouchou-radio @thegravityshark @gustygardns @vulpixfairy1985 @vbnhuet

[flipchild]

blehhh my estrogen levels were like twice what we were aiming for so they gotta lower my dose... I do have a family history of cardiac disorders tho so the hard & I drilled into myself with the imperative to "live a long & truthful life" is doing me good...

anyhow. got my tblockers which is epic. do have 2 wonder why my levels were twice what they were expected to be, considering I was, as prescribed, injecting intramuscularly .25ml of 20mg/ml estradiol once weekly alongside my prog & spiro... I'm very diligent with my medications, including my HRT, so I know without a doubt I was following the prescribed dosage regimen...

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 6!!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[peppermintpegis]

netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

[youngshinxjunghoo]

ok I have so many thoughts where this is concerned but think about the potential a Sara, Kate, and Alex trio has especially as like a ‘mean girls trio’ kind of dynamic but also imagine how unstoppable they would be as a trio of conwomen reluctantly working together but they don’t even like each other they just work together well like au where those three go after the music box together WHEN. they’re such an odd mix of girlbosses and loserwomen that together their dynamic would just be too powerful I know it in my heart

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

im going insane i need to re write splatoon 3's story right now

[milf-harrington]

where im at mentally these days: my mum hugged me and said im doing a good job and i burst into tears <3

[martynsimp69]

Are you a fello bigslab shipper

late 2 answer this bc ive been so busy and i wanted to write up a whole thing abt the post bu the tl;dr is that i got invested in bigslab bc of an au with my partners that involves them with a rly fun dynamic. i just havent seen it anywehre else but now im like dang. i should rotate them more