#reblogging these here for the sake of archiving them

[sometimesrendog]

Thought I'd inform y'all that the links for the mods(?) in the pinned post aren't currently linked to anything! Wanted to know if y'all have your own blogs for your art cause I love y'all's artstyles!

Thank you so much for letting us know, they should be working now ^_^ Those are the links to each mod's tag!

As for our own blogs ... Guess you have to find us yourself...if you can..... >=]

[azukiel]

Nightfall Heir

Chapter 4

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Pregnancy and Childbirth

Notes on this chapter: Fluff with Gale, banter about sex, relationships and periods. Also, I'm kind of on a roll with writing this story, I've already written chapters 5 & 6. I will try pacing out the posting of them 😅

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

⭐Here is the story on Archive of Our Own ⭐

🔥Comments and reblogs are much appreciated! 🔥

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Walking the streets of Baldur’s Gate with Gale by your side was not the strangest sight. In fact, the people of the city were more accustomed to seeing him walking with you and the other members of your group than without.

“You’re looking radiant, my dear,” Gale began, his tone laced with curiosity. “Did you and Astarion have a good evening?”

“You could say that,” you replied, attempting to suppress a blushing smile.

“You know,” he began, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “When I first saw the two of you together, I was somewhat shocked, to be honest. You didn’t seem the type to go for someone as, well, uninhibited as Astarion. But you complement him well.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Indeed.” he nodded, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “And I must say, you’ve had a very positive influence on him. He’s mellowed out. Not as bloodthirsty. He’s become, dare I say, domesticated.”

“Domesticated?” You laughed, raising an eyebrow. But not as bloodthirsty? Well, you thought to yourself, you were still allowing him to feed on you.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “A star-crossed vampire and his drow companion. Who would have ever imagined?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you began, a sly grin spreading across your face. “Lae’zel and Halsin seemed to have their suspicions back in the day. And it doesn’t surprise me in the least that Lae’zel and Astarion still get into their bouts of verbal sparring. You’d think they’d get tired of it, eventually,” you shake your head, chuckling. But suddenly a dull pain cramped your abdomen. Flinching, you let out a small groan, rubbing the area where the pain was throbbing the strongest.

“For fuck’s sake, now of all times?” You grumble to yourself.

“What’s the matter, my dear? Are you in pain?” Gale was quick to notice, as was his usual.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. “Just a bit of a cramp.”

“Are you sure?” His concern was apparent.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you brushed him off, trying to alleviate his worries. “Probably my monthly visitor is going to grace me soon. Perfect timing, as always.” You rolled your eyes with sarcasm.

“Ah, well, I’m afraid I can’t offer much assistance with that. Unless, of course, you require a some feminine hygiene products?”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Gale, really?”

He held his hands up defensively. “I like to see myself as an honourable man,” he declared. “And so I endeavour to look out for the women in my life.”

You chuckled, “I’m not sure how honourable a man who walks in on his friend pleasuring herself in the bath can be, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

He shrugged. “You should have had the door locked, then.”

“I should have,” you agreed, and shook your head, still laughing.

“But I think I may actually need some tampons,” you grinned nervously. You could feel a slight wetness at your junction but could not tell if it was remnants of your carnal thoughts from earlier or not.

“Shall we detour to the apothecary?” Gale offered, concern for your wellbeing still riddled on his face.

“Do you mind?”

“Absolutely not, my dear! We can’t have you bleeding through your clothes, can we?”

You flushed, embarrassed. “No, definitely not.” Thank the gods you were wearing a long, dark skirt.

“So,” Gale started after a moment of slightly awkward silence. “With Astarion being a vampire and all...” He trailed off for a moment.

You knew where this was going to lead, but did not stop him.

“What, Gale?” You asked, side-eyeing him.

“Well, does he drink your... You know...” He made a crude gesture.

“Gods, Gale, really? I thought we were mature adults?”

He flushed, embarrassed by his sudden crass inquiry. “Forgive me, I forget myself sometimes. I truly overstepped. Especially having walked in on you before.”

You snickered and patted him on the shoulder to reassure him. “It’s alright. I’m just joking. I think the lot of us have grown close enough with each other that talking about such things is now considered normal.”

Gale chuckled nervously at your words. “True.”

“And to answer your question,” you continued, “No, he doesn’t. The thought hasn’t crossed our minds. Well, if it has crossed his, he hasn’t said anything,” you shrug. “But that does not mean we don’t have sex on my period. I find myself... particularly ravenous just before and during it. He, too. Perhaps because he can smell all the blood, being what he is and all that. And he... does bite me sometimes when we are making love.”

“Oh?” Gale was intrigued by the notion.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“Dare I ask where?”

“You’re a curious one today, aren’t you?” You teased.

Gale flushed. “Sorry... I just find it... intriguing,” he admits. “Obviously, I’ve never slept with one of the undead.”

“No, but with a goddess?” You elbow him playfully.

“And look how that turned out.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically. “So, are you going to indulge me? Or should I stop prying?”

You shook your head, laughing. “He sometimes bites my inner thighs, my breasts, neck, wrists... the usual places.”

“Usual?” His eyes widened. “I won’t even begin to imagine what the unusual places are!”

You laugh and slap his back affectionately. “We really need to get you laid, Gale. You’re getting far too curious for your own good.”

He shrugged innocently, blushing again. “Well, since losing to Astarion, I haven’t had any luck with women,” he poked you in the ribs.

You were surprised by this notion. “I thought you and Shadowheart had a thing going?”

He sighed, almost dolefully. “We sort of do, but it’s just that she’s so busy taking care of her parents now that they have reconnected. I would hate to come between them.”

“I understand your sentiments, my dear Gale, but I am sure the poor thing could use some ‘distractions’ as well. Her parents seemed to like you when we all met them. And besides, I am sure she would appreciate any assistance you could offer her with their care.”

“Yes, they are lovely people, and I am thankful to have been given the opportunity to meet them,” he nodded, and his expression softened.

“They’re proud of her,” you stated, “And they are grateful to us for giving her a chance. If not for her joining our little posse, I doubt she would have been able to break away from the clutches of Shar.”

“No, I don’t think she would have,” Gale agreed.

“But enough about me, let’s get back to talking about you and Astarion,” he smirked, and you chuckled at his persistence.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Gale,” you began. “Our relationship is pretty typical, for the most part. We make love, we bicker, we argue. We fuck again.”

Gale almost choked at your colourful use of words.

“How blunt!”

“It’s called being honest,” you countered.

“Still,” he sighed, “you and Astarion have something special.”

“I would certainly hope so,” you smiled, blushing, looking back down at your ring. Gale noticed your affectionate gaze upon it.

“And with those, it is like you’re a married couple!”

Though he was only jesting, his quip caught you off guard, causing you to chuckle nervously.

“Yeah... well...” It was not like marriage had never crossed your mind, at least. But Astarion’s? Neither of you had ever breached the topic.

“Don’t worry, my dear, I’ll say no more,” he grinned.

“Good,” you smiled in kind.

“Ah, here we are!”

Looking up, you saw the apothecary just ahead. You sighed with relief. The wet feeling was indeed becoming... more apparent.

“Thank you, Gale, for being so understanding,” you smiled appreciatively, patting his arm.

“You are most welcome, Tavrin. Now, please, allow me,” and with a gentlemanly flourish, he opened the door but was courteous enough to wait for you outside.

“Such a gentleman!” You cooed as you stepped into the establishment.

“Only for you, my dear,” he smiled, and shut the door behind you.

The inside of the apothecary was filled with an abundance of herbs and spices and various medicinal potions and ointments. The scent was not unpleasant, however. It was rather heady and soothing. Once you paid for your feminine items and some herbal teas to help with your cramps, you went back out to where Gale was waiting patiently for you.

“All well?” He asked you with a smile.

“Yes, but I think I might need a new pair of panties,” you flushed.

“Come to think of it, I am fairly sure our old pal Lorroakan had some trunks of old clothes lying about. I am sure I spied some women’s garments when I was trifling through the stuff he left for us to plunder.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, Gale. I want to be freshened up before I meet Astarion at noon. So, we better hurry up with our cataloguing.”

“We’ll make good time. I promise!”

With a grin and a playful nudge, the two of you began your walk towards the Sundries.

[7grandmel]

SiIvaGunner Blog MOJO!

The Ripper's Guide To That SiIvaGunner Tumblr Blog!

Hello there! You, yes you, reading this! Are you a high quality ripper contributing to the SiIvaGunner YouTube channel? Perhaps you've stumbled onto this blog before, through a link sent on Discord or through hearsay someplace else? Or, hell, this might be your first time on here, in which case: Welcome!

This is the uncreatively-titled That SiIvaGunner Tumblr Blog, where I've written over 350 posts analyzing, retelling the history behind and ultimately celebrating a selection of high quality rips found on SiIvaGunner. My rationale in posting has been to cast as wide of a net as possible in the kinds of rips I feature, and chances are, dear ripper, that a rip YOU've contributed to has already been covered on here, or is well on the way to be! But, that begs the question: How do you find the posts you're looking for?

With this post, I want to give some pointers of navigation for the people following this blog who aren't Tumblr users, or simply people who haven't kept tabs on this blog all too actively. This includes a quick overview of how my tagging system works, how it can help you find what you're looking for, and how to move around the Tumblr platform's infrastructure in general. So, let's begin!

1. What's up with the tags?

At the bottom of just about every Tumblr post, you'll find these grey footnotes called "tags". They serve a lot of functions: Like hashtags on Twitter, you can use them to help other people find what you've posted by "categorizing it". Compared to Twitter's hashtags, however, Tumblr's tags are far more normalized due to the lack of a character limit and their specifically allocated space at the bottom of posts. The image above is of the tags for this week's post on The Legend of Cage: Staff Roll.

The tags not highlighted in the red square are ones placed there to make the post discoverable to average Tumblr user. With the tag "tloz" ("The Legend of Zelda) in place, for instance, it means that the post will show up alongside other Zelda posts for users following the tag. But there's more uses to tags than just for discoverability, which is where the red-square tags become relevant: These are the tags placed for the sake of categorization!

You can probably imagine that a lot of Tumblr users will be keeping track of fandom tags like "Zelda" or "Majora's Mask" - but who is looking for "Season 6" or "rip visuals"? These are tags applied specifically to help one find posts within this blog. Every one of my written-analysis posts is tagged with the following template:

#todays siivagunner (Every written analysis post)

#season [x] (Filtering by Season)

#siivagunner and #siiva (Discoverability)

#[name(s) of ripper(s)] (Filtering by ripper in order of credits on Wiki)

#rip visuals (Added if a rip has visuals, eg. animation)

#[more rippers] (If the rip has visuals, these are the rippers who worked on those)

#tentative rip name (The rip lacks an album release)

Now you know why all these tags are here and what they all mean - but with the red-square rips in particular, there's ways you can use them to make reading the blog easier!

2. Okay, so how do I use these tags?

Here's a step-by-step guide with visuals to show how to go from a post to other posts like it. First, make sure you're viewing the post on the blog itself and not through a reblog - the easiest way to do this is to click "View original post", or just click the header of the original post itself (around where it says "April 16, 2024). Then, scroll down to the tags we just discussed, and click the one you want to filter by - say, for instance, you just want to see Season 2 rips I've talked about? You'll get taken to a view of the blog that only shows you posts I've tagged as being about Season 2 rips! How cool is that!

Finally, however, is the coolest use of tag categorizing and searching on Tumblr - The Archive.

3. What is the archive, how do I use it?

The archive is the page featured on the main image of this post! A blog's archive is a file explorer-esque view of every post ever made and reblogged onto a Tumblr blog, which also lets you filter posts by a tag (not multiple) used in them. If you know how Tumblr's links are formatted, it's very easy to find - this blog's archive, for instance, can be found at https://7grandmel.tumblr.com/archive, my personal account's archive can be found at https://melblur.tumblr.com/archive - you see the pattern yourself. The archive is very annoying to navigate on mobile and I would recommend doing all of this step on desktop.

Like I covered in the previous points, all of the blog's posts are tagged according to the Season they were released in, the people contributing, whether the rip features visuals, and more. Given the immense scope of SiIvaGunner's contributors, there's no concise list with links I could give you of all the ones that have been featured on here - thus, its up to you to edit the archive's URL link to make it show what you want to see. In the above image, for instance, we've added "/tagged" followed by "/dante" - which, then, displays all of the posts I've made that were tagged as being made by ripper dante. Click on one of the posts displayed, and you'll be sent to exactly that post!

There are some additional caveats to keep in mind here. Rippers like dante, toonlink and more go under multiple names online, and in those cases I've tried to always tag all of their aliases: all posts tagged with "dante" are of course also tagged with "soundcirclet". (This rule of thumb is excluding deadnames, of course). Additionally, April Fools 2024 saw me do a very stupid event wherein I covered every single Raft Ride rip uploaded on the channel - to keep the archive clean, I decided to forego my typical tagging system for these posts and give them their own dedicated sorting. You can find all of these posts under the tag #raftmageddon, and you can filter by rippers by writing a ripper's name in the URL with the prefix "raft :" For instance, a Raft Ride rip made by SonicHeroesFan1 would be tagged as #raft : SonicHeroesFan1.

Note also that Tumblr's URLs are magic and support spaces - if a ripper's name has a space in it, like Retro Gaming, the space also goes in the URL.

4. Now I know how to find things! But how do I submit rip suggestions for you to cover?

The easiest method if you're an active Tumblr user, is to use the Ask Box, which is accessed under a big blue "REQUEST A RIP!" button on the blog's main page. If you're not a Tumblr user, don't fret! In the regularly-updated pinned post, you can find links to a lot of the tags and such I've talked about just beforehand, but also to the Google Forms Request Form. There's no formalities needed to request a rip: Just your name (if you wish to be credited with one), the name of the rip or YouTube upload, and (ideally!) a quick description of why you think the rip warrants being written about.

Finally, if you're ever talking to me on Discord in DMs or the SiIvaGunner server itself, feel free to just request things off the cuff! I jot down all the requests sent my way in the same spreadsheet as all other requests. Note that requesting a rip does not guarantee that I will cover it, nor will I send any sort of message accepting or declining your request.

5. Conclusion

Last week, I announced a bit of a shift in the blog's structure, as I have a lot more stuff to juggle than I did back when this all started to where I've had to slow down the rate of postings. (You can read more in the Update post I made last week). Really, this is the first post I've made to branch out of my typical postings of rip analysis, reblogs and blog updates, barring some one-off anecdotes made once or twice. Hopefully you've found it a worthwhile (and helpful!) read - and if you know of any rippers that would be curious to see written analysis and coverage of their work on here, send them this post to get them started with the basic ropes of navigating this weird website.

Tumblr is vast and intimidating, and definitely not a site for everyone. But hopefully with this, even more of you readers will be able to find the posts that you're looking for!

See you on Monday!

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ's Follower Celebration!!!

Hi friends! I recently hit a follower milestone that absolutely blew my mind; I never really expected anyone to be particularly interested in my work, let alone this many of you. I am constantly blown away by your talent, insight, and creativity. I'm so grateful for every single one of you, and I want to celebrate YOU!

With that in mind, I'm going to be opening requests to create Datafiles like the one I made for Cerra for your Star Wars OCs. I've created three different versions: a Grand Army of the Republic Personnel Datafile, a Jedi Archive Member Record Datafile, and an ISB Suspect Datafile. Here are some examples of what they look like:

Transcripts in alt text.

Here's what you need to do to participate:

Submit an Ask with your OC's name and the artwork you'd like me to use. The artwork should have either a plain or a transparent background, and the filesize needs to be smaller than 25MB.

Fill out this form to tell me what information you'd like included in your OC's datafile.

Reblog this post to spread the word so other folks can participate, too.

That's it! Detailed rules are below the cut:

Rules:

Since this is intended to celebrate my followers, this event is only open to folks who follow me. I will be checking.

Each blog can submit a maximum of two requests.

Once I've created the Datafile, I'll answer your Ask with the PNG and the transcript. Feel free to share and repost them elsewhere, but it would be lovely if you could give me credit; I worked hard on these!

Requests will be filled in the order in which they are received; please be patient as it takes time to create the Datafiles.

I will not begin working on a request until I receive BOTH the Tumblr Ask AND the info form response.

By submitting your OC info, you agree to allow me to edit the text if necessary to fit in the template without consulting you ahead of time.

If you use a Picrew or similar to create your OC artwork, please include the link in your ask to credit the creator. By submitting artwork, you affirm that you have a right to share and transform/edit the artwork, and that you are giving me permission to share/edit the artwork as well.

Don't submit inappropriate images, please. I'm a delicate kriffing flower.

Do not submit hateful content.

I reserve the right to ignore a request for any reason.

Tips for success:

Keep it succinct; it's fine to use truncated, abrupt sentences. Sometimes they make it sound more official, and remember, I have limited space in the templates. I'll do my best to accommodate what you submit, but I might need to edit the text to fit (see Rule 6).

Think about whether the organization creating the Datafile would know/care to include the information. Examples of things to include: injuries sustained in battle (particularly if they were severe/debilitating); special/unusual Force abilities; an explanation of why a Jedi padawan switched masters; outstanding warrants. Examples of things that might be less relevant: petty crimes that the ISB wouldn't necessarily investigate (keeping in mind that they're more like the FBI/CIA/NSA than the local PD); minor injuries sustained outside of combat (like a black eye from a barfight at 79's); favorite snack when they were a youngling in the Jedi temple creche (unless they're STILL a youngling in the Jedi temple creche).

Remember that the ISB stands for Imperial Security Bureau, so they wouldn't have a file during the Clone Wars. Similarly, the Jedi Archive and GAR records wouldn't reference the ISB Datafile (though ISB certainly could have access to Jedi and GAR records).

Think about the perspective of the person creating the record; if it's ISB, they might accuse your OC of a serious crime that they didn't commit (or exaggerate a minor crime to look more severe than it actually was) for the sake of propaganda.

Have fun with it! "Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking" is a fantastic trope for a reason!

Thank you all so very much for being such a lovely, welcoming group! I can't wait to celebrate with you!

I used these picrews to create the OC artwork for the examples: GAR; ISB; Jedi Archive.

Ragu list:

@secondaryrealm @sev-on-kamino spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella @cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @mandos-mind-trick @littlemissmanga @stunkbiggu @starqueensthings @clonemedickix @marierg @idontgetanysleep @moonlightwarriorqueen @dudewhynotthis @sleepycreativewriter @tcwmatchmakingau @littlemissbshine @multi-fan-dom-madness @heavenseed76 @wizardofrozz @bobaprint @sweetcream-coldfoam @banksys-rat @skellymom @pickleprickle @trixie2023 @mythical-illustrator @dickarchivist @cw80831 @kimiheartblade @meredithroseg @flyiingsly

[deityoftherain]

my favorite color is triangle - ESMP2 Flower Husbands Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,007

Summary: Jimmy is angry and annoyed at everyone teasing and disrespecting him. All their comments get under his skin, but no one gets to him or makes him feel a certain kind of way quite like Scott does...

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Jimmy was a respectable sheriff, he really was! He upheld the law, he had Deputy Norman, he kept Tumble Town in good shape, and he had a shiny golden badge, for fuck’s sake! What else does a good sheriff need? Jimmy was perfectly respectable, doing all the right things, but the other emperors refused to treat him as they should. They treated him like a joke, a failure, a laughing stock. He wasn’t supposed to be someone they could bother for some free entertainment! He didn’t want that!

Fwhip, a once trusted deputy, liked to tease him and mess with him about as much as that egotistical, narcissist, patron god of Stratos, Joel. The witch residing in the Mangrove (“Great Witch Shelby”, or whatever she called herself) seemed to mock him at times, though he wasn’t sure if she meant it. Scott would- oh, Scott would truly get under his skin in a way no other person managed to.

Jimmy knew he was prone to getting annoyed and angry quite easily. His face would get so red that it would spread to his ears and neck. He would yell, and scream, and lose his cool so often that drinking tea and honey in the evenings became necessary to maintain his voice the next day. Alas, this was his normal and he had come to terms with it. Mostly. He still hated how they would treat him, though.

But Scott, oh Scott- Even thinking his name made his blood boil! That man did something to him that he couldn’t quite recognize. Scott would put him on edge, making his heart race with his stupidly charming smile and I-can-do-no-wrong fluttering eyelashes. The casual touches and over-the-top flirting flustered him, making him stammer instead of scream. 

Ugh, it made Jimmy angry just thinking about it! Jimmy wished he could maintain enough control one of these days to turn the tables around on Scott and make him feel the same sort of things that Scott sparked in Jimmy.

The current moment was not proving itself to be one of those times for Jimmy found himself stomping away from the group that had made the journey to Tumble Town. Fwhip, Joel, and Scott had all come to pay him a visit for some reason and, as anyone could have predicted, they pissed him off and left him fuming. Jimmy couldn’t handle their insults and jabs anymore, so he told them to get the fuck out of his empire and stormed off. Fwhip and Joel laughed loudly, of course, not taking his threats seriously and finding him as amusing as ever, but Scott followed after him.

“Hold your horses, Sheriff!” Scott called Jimmy’s title in a way that was mildly joking but still somewhat serious. Jimmy detected the faintest speck of respect in the title, but Jimmy knew better than to believe that to be true. He’s been burned too many times trying to place trust in the other emperors. It just wasn’t in the cards for him.

“Go away, Scott,” Jimmy ordered, not turning back to look at the sticky-fingered thief.

“I didn’t mean any disrespect to you, Jimmy.” Scott made long strides to catch up with Jimmy, soon making his way to his side. A hand placed itself on his shoulder, light enough for Jimmy to pull out of it if he wanted. Jimmy didn’t move, however, stopping in his tracks and allowing the contact. “Not in that way, anyway. There are much more fun ways to ruin you.”

He bit his tongue, ignoring Scott’s flirty comment. Jimmy wanted to snap at him, telling him to take his disingenuous comments elsewhere, but he didn't. Instead, Jimmy turned to him, crossing his arms with a frown. “You have a funny way of showing your supposed respect. Last I checked, most people don’t taunt and deride people they respect, so you’re doing a rather poor job.” “I’ve been told that I’m good at riding people, actually.” Scott made the innuendo near instantly, almost like the comment left his mouth before he had time to think about the words. “Most people must be doing it wrong, because I know I could show you so much respect~”

Jimmy scoffed, wrinkling his nose as he understood what Scott had pulled from his words. He couldn’t have that, so he corrected him. “Deride, Scott. As in ridicule.” “That’s a fancy word coming from you, Sheriff.” Scott let a teasing smirk grow on his lips as his eyes wandered his body. “I wonder what other words you know? Could you teach me? I’m very good at following instructions.” “Read a dictionary.” Jimmy rolled his eyes before spinning on his heel to leave. This wasn’t worth his time and he didn’t like how his mind was wandering off to fantasize things he shouldn’t. Scott was just mocking him again; he didn’t want to just stand there and let it happen.

“Aw, don’t leave!” A small whine came from Scott as he stayed at Jimmy’s heel. Scott’s long, nimble fingers curled around Jimmy’s wrist, bringing him to a stop once more. Jimmy turned to face him, wanting to tell him off, but his anger died before it left his throat. Despite Joel’s on-going joke of Jimmy being a toy, Jimmy was quite tall. He wasn’t taller than an eleven foot god, but he was a few inches taller than Scott and much taller than goblins such as Fwhip. 

All of this meant that Jimmy was staring down at Scott at just the right angle to fully appreciate the way he looked at him. Scott’s lips were jutted out into a pout as he peered up at him through his eyelashes in a way far too attractive to be fair. “Come on, Sheriff. You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy our talks.”

Jimmy’s muscles tensed and he knew his face was red, but that fact was far back in the depths of his mind. His heartbeat quickened as his eyes wandered over Scott’s body. His fedora was positioned over the crown of his head, allowing his fluffy blue hair to still be on display. He had done his makeup that day to complement his heterochromic eyes, one eye blue and the other a shining yellow. Further down, he was wearing one of his many colorful coats, but the base clothing underneath was simple and monochrome. All in all, he dressed well, but Jimmy wasn’t only paying attention to his clothes.

“I don’t,” Jimmy lied and he could tell that Scott saw right through him.

They weren’t very far from each other, so within a single step, Scott’s chest was near his own. Scott ran his pointer finger from Jimmy’s collarbone up to his chin. The movement urged it up slightly, but Scott bent his pointer finger so his thumb could move closer and brush against Jimmy’s bottom lip. Jimmy didn’t move on his own accord as Scott curled his lip down with his thumb, guiding his head to tilt to meet his gaze at a more direct angle. Jimmy swallowed harder than he would like to admit. Damn Scott and how he made him feel.

“Based on the way you undress me with your eyes, I sincerely doubt that.” Scott fluttered his eyelashes in a way he knew Jimmy liked more than he was willing to admit.

“Smajor-“ Jimmy started as he turned his head to remove himself from Scott’s hold. He was a sheriff, for fuck’s sake! He couldn’t give into the whims of a glamorized thief, no matter how much flowery language he used to describe what his profession was.

To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott took the conversation in a different direction. “Would you like to play 20 questions? You know, to get to know each other better?” 

Jimmy eyed him suspiciously, not sure what the reason was for the sudden change. “…sure.”

“You go first.” Scott smiled far too innocently for Jimmy to plausibly believe.

Still, Jimmy indulged him with a sigh. “Uh, what’s your favorite color?” 

“Triangle,” Scott answered far too quickly for him to have actually processed the question Jimmy had asked. Jimmy blinked and, before he eyelids completed the motion. Scott had pushed JImmy up against a wall. Their chests were practically touching, their legs came into contact in certain areas, and Scott’s hand was against the wall by Jimmy’s head. “Do you like men?” 

Jimmy stammered unintelligently, caught off guard by the sudden intimate proximity. His eyes went wide before he averted them to the side to avoid his piercing multicolored gaze. “I- I don’t understand how that is re-relevant to my-”

“It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, Jimmy.” Scott tilted his head, his amusement clear by his tone. Void, the way Scott said his name did something to him. “You don’t have to tell me, but if we’re going to continue playing this cat and mouse game, I would like to know if I actually have a chance.”

Jimmy’s breath caught in his throat, absolutely starstruck by the implications of Scott’s words. Was Scott genuinely interested in him? In a romantic sense? It took Jimmy a moment to recover, but, when he did, he forced himself to calm as much as he could considering he was pinned against a wall by a very handsome man. “The fake flirting is one thing, Scott, but I-”

“Who said the flirting was fake?” Scott raised an eyebrow at him, his left hand running against his side until it could trace a pattern on Jimmy’s hip. “You know, whenever I asked about the handcuffs, I meant it. It’s a shame you don’t carry them around-” Before Jimmy fully processed his own movements, he had switched his and Scott’s positions around so he was the one pining Scott against the wall. Scott's lips parted, but he had otherwise stopped his line of thought, and Jimmy was close enough that he could feel the warm air he breathed out against his face. Scott cleared his throat, glancing away for only a moment before returning to making eye contact. “Not that I mind the change in dynamic, but-?”

“You talk too much, you know that?” Jimmy murmured, flicking his stare to Scott’s lips then to his eyes a few times as if silently asking for permission to kiss him.

“Shut me up then,” Scott replied only using what was already in his lungs, his words coming out all airy and breathless. Scott’s cheeks were redder than he usually allowed, not used to being on the receiving end of the flirting. Honestly, it was a sight Jimmy wouldn’t mind becoming familiar with.

Jimmy didn’t need to be given permission twice before he did anything, so he leaned in and closed the remaining gap between them. His lips slotted in between Scott’s perfectly, both eagerly engaging enthusiastically after wanting for each other for so long. Jimmy had never wanted to admit the stray thoughts that plagued his mind before, but, at this moment, they didn’t feel as much like a curse as they once did.

Scott’s hands snaked under his shirt, his skin cool against Jimmy’s naturally warm body. Jimmy moaned into Scott’s mouth as he let his fingers wander to Scott’s hair, pulling on the strands with enough force to send a tingling sensation down Scott’s spine. A small gasp from Scott briefly broke their kiss, but they went right back to it not even a second after.

Unfortunately, all enjoyable things couldn’t last forever and their extended kiss found its end. Their chests heaved heavily as they caught their breath, neither commenting on anything for a good while as they simply stared into the depths of each other's eyes.

“Damn.” A lopsided grin found its way on Jimmy’s face, but he didn’t bother trying to hide it. “You’re a good kisser.” “Thanks.” Scott removed both of their hats from their heads, promptly swapping them. He flicked the rim of Jimmy’s sheriff hat to knock it up, making it easier for Jimmy to see Scott’s face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

I still want to help organize a community name around the, for the sake of simplicity in this post I'm using my term, "Original Legend" niche of the LoZ community (I'm still collecting name suggestions too from my original post on it, please share suggestions wherever), but I have set up a collection on AO3 and a reading list on Wattpad (I know this is less popular in this community, but for the sake of building bridges) with the temp name "Expanding Hyrule" to try and help compile more fics for this niche for people to find.

I've mentioned a few times on this blog, I've only recently migrated to AO3 myself and so I'm still learning how it works. The collection should be open to entry, so if you know of fics that fit the niche/you write fics that fit this niche, please add them! Until there's enough folks who can see a poll for trying to pick a name, at the very least we can maybe put them in one place to get people motivated to participate in a selection. And if you have a work on Wattpad in the niche, please message me here with the link and I'll add it to that list, that one does have to be manual.

Also, this post has external links so it will not be liked in the tags and I'm still a very small side blog, so if you don't mind giving this a reblog to get it in front of more people, I'd appreciate it! Everything is very placeholder at the moment, I promise, I'm just using terms I came up with until we can pick a better one.

[quinnyundertow]

Hello!! Do you have any recommendations for good JJK Isekai fics?? They’re kinda hard to find for me so I figured it’d be best to ask the writer of one of my fav stories 😭 also!! I hold some recs for you - if you haven’t already found them - that are on Quotev! (‘Winner takes all’ by Not So Wys One *it should be updating on the 24 I think - it usually updates every six days!* - and ‘Otherworldly Attraction’ and ‘For Tomorrow’s Sake’, both by starflame and both usually update once a week! *I think FTS should be updating on the 24 as well!*)

I actually came to love the isekai time travel save the day trope via My Hero Academia fics. I was reading the JJK manga and a lot of the fics I read ended depressing so I decided to write my own.

I don’t have any recommendations for JJK but if you like MHA here are the two that made me want to write a fic. I also have a big list of JJK rec fics in my Bio I will reblog but no fix it fics and I need to update it!

[apres-amies-journaling]

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'After much planning and consideration, we will be going public!'

'And by we, I mean me and the friends who brought me where I am today.'

'Welcome to apres-amies-journaling! A group blog of sorts. Our inbox is open to the public to cure any reasonable curiosity, make yourself at home!' - Serena.

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This blog is by no means an official league blog and should not be taken as such. For business related inquiries please contact as us www.kalosleague.gouv, not the inbox here.

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//OOC: KALOS ANNIVERSARY! We officially begin on the beloved October 12th!

This blog is based on my true Calem and Serena runs, which I will link below.

FAIR WARNING- everyone here has different sleep schedules in universe while I am one person so some posts will be queued for immersion sake so please be patient if i don’t reply immediately, just because muse is awake does not mean mun is awake

Interaction information!:

Mail: on!

Anon hate: absolutely!

Multiverse: These guys will not be as open to accepting its existence straight away but I’d never turn a multiverse interaction away. (Break them break them break them BREAK THEM-)

NSFW: crude humor may arise as well as discussions of identity discovery but I do not aim to be explicit.

Shipping related: kalosshipping is on the table but expect a painfully slow slowburn if it ever comes to fruition

Tags:

#[preblog reblog] - posts made before going public

#the-vaniville-kids archive - exactly what it sounds like

#true calem run - posts on my main blog about my calem playthrough

#true serena run - posts on my main about my true serena playthrough

Content warnings:

PTSD, post team flare everything, discussions of mortality, references to parental neglect on the emotional level and parental abuse on an emotional level, and the general mental break that is bound to be born from opening the door to the multiverse online. Character specific warnings can be found under the cut on the intro posts.

And the trainer card templates I made if you want them!

[1yyyyyy1]

Just went through your blog. I think I will end up eternally indebted to you because so much of what you say is exhilarating. I have screenshotted and saved many many of your posts, this is several months worth of reflection for me.

I hope you reblog some of your older posts as a way to 'recycle' them so that new eyes can see them, because they contain mountains of valuable observations. Alternatively, I recommend your followers to dig through your blog's archive if they haven't done so already.

One of your posts hit the core really hard and explained like 98% of female heterosexuality, you posted it eons ago on December 2022, copy pasting it here: "Just because men are worse doesn’t mean that women are decent 💀 Women know what they’re doing just like I did and attraction to men is malicious in women, I thought we had that sorted out, I’m guessing not."

THIS is the type of content I want to see more of, dammit!!! Thank you for your work so very much!!!❤️

Thank you for these kind words :) I'm always happy to know that my posts are helpful, it is my number one goal with my writing. It's kind of symbolic that you're quoting this post in particular because it was the post that set things in motion for me. Female intrasexual competition being absent from feminist discourse was the main reason I decided to speak up back then, and, after receiving unexpectedly positive feedback on some of my posts, I became motivated enough to come forward with my other ideas and continued putting them out there.

Despite the general unwillingness to discuss women's wrongdoings for the sake of focusing on men's, female competitiveness has real-world consequences and keeping women in the dark on what it is could actively endanger them. I don't believe this behavior to be a result of indoctrination either because women perpetuate it specifically out of the sense of fulfillment heterosexual relationships bring them, and in that sense there is a biological component involved since I don't expect this type of hostility to be present in a homosexual woman. Besides, I talk about my experience with intrasexual competition quite often and I know that reflecting on it internally could have a positive impact on a woman since it did have a positive impact on me. I imagine it to be a topic that evokes a lot of shame in women, especially in the context of feminism where everyone is seemingly concerned about other women's well-being and I don't want to further isolate anyone who is struggling with it the way I have by sweeping it under the rug. You cannot resolve an issue without acknowledging what the issue is first and I stand by that.

I actually tend not to reblog my posts to focus on my WIPs and avoid information overload, but it's a good suggestion and it's nice to know that there are people who think that my posts are worthy of being recycled! Thank you for messaging me!

[astorythatwritesitself]

Re-intro time? Re-intro time

About Me & This Blog:

• Paine. Queer, 30, any pronouns. I follow back from dr-paine; and you'll never guess what my AO3 username is.

• Writing for 20+ years in some capacity

• Genre of choice is Fantasy. (High, low, slice of life or ungodly horror, mixed with sci-fi or the most classic Medieval sword and sorcery bullshit, I just need a touch, even if only implied, of magic.) I don't delve much into NSFW but it may come up; in any case: please only follow if you're 18+, and treat this blog with the mindset of 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'.

• I crave interaction, especially via tag/ask games - seriously. I reblog a lot of them. Do Not Hesitate. (And I always try to send an ask if you reblog any from me!)

• Hobbyist writer - I'm not aiming to be published, but I do want to improve my skills and eventually like... 'win a NaNo' in the sense of writing a complete, longform story one of these days. But also having fun is a priority, and ADHD + work is a cruel mistress, so I'll jump between WIPs on a whim, or just. Drop shit for months on end lol.

Vague List of Active Projects

While I have a ton of ideas, these are the ones that actually have like... any sort of substance to them, whether it's actual words or just a solid outline + desire to work on it. Each will eventually get a dedicated links/resource post, but for now, here's the basics!

Relentless As The Tide

(Mass Effect fics (roughly) following canon events/characters)

Adrian Shepard has been primed for heroism her entire life. Her first chance ended in a tragedy, one neither she nor the Alliance has ever properly owned up to. Saren's betrayal and the beacon's vision offer her the chance to atone for her failure at Akuze, and she'll do everything in her power to do so - even (and especially) if it kills her in the process.

Or so she believes - but uncovering the truth means looking for allies, and the more she gathers, the harder it becomes to believe that her death should - or can - be the end; and that perhaps heroism is just a means of distraction from confronting her own demons.

Unnamed Pokemon Project

(Loose follow through/retelling of Pokemon: Soul Silver)

Giovanni Rossi, former leader of the Viridian City pokemon gym, has confessed to heading the infamous Rocket organization, whose poaching and illegal trade has devestated the Kanto ecosystem for the past twenty years. However, he claims it was all for a good cause - just prior to founding Rocket, Giovanni had been part of a team trying to create artificial pokemon... and their most viable subject escaped. Rocket existed for the sake of tracking down and eventually overpowering this creature, but now... well, he wishes those in the Kanto and Johto regions the best of luck.

Following a break in at the New Bark Town lab, an assistant to Professor Elm - a reclusive young man named Linden - tracks down the suspect, only to find it's none other than Silver Rossi, Giovanni's own son. The boy claims he wants to take down the creature his father helped create and clear his own name from the scandal... and Linden has reasons of his own that make him want to see how things play out, even if it means he must shadow Silver's journey by embarking on one of his own.

Unnamed OC Project

(Original fantasy work)

In a world of faded magic, Elora Ryba cares little for talk of soon-to-come saviors or the sightings of dragons. No, she has other things on her mind - return to the town she was forced to leave over ten years ago, and steal its most precious treasure. And, ideally, marry her, as Elora promised that night she was forced to flee.

Which is why Elora's spent the past month searching for a priest corrupt enough to join a pirate's crew, but not corrupt (or worse, moral) enough to turn her in, and she thinks she's finally found one.

And the big list of fandoms/shit I like!

[knifedog-machina]

Gateway Operations: How My System Works

Written by Max on March 30, 2024.

I haven't seen many personal essays or in-depth posts by plurals that explain how their individual systems work and what their experiences are like, so I’m taking the alterhuman community mindset of Writing About My Personal Experiences as the host of a gateway system, just to archive my experiences in pen, since my memory isn't at all infallible.

I'm also posting on social media (instead of only a personal website) in hopes of seeing and being seen by other folks, people who have similar or different experiences! I like talking about myself, but not into a void, you know? I like it when people talk back! If you have replies, feel free to write them as a response! (If in a reblog, please put it under a cut if it's longer than a few paragraphs!)

Headmates and Visitors

First off, defining “gateway system.” I'm using the term to mean that the people in my system exist in an alternate universe - their version of a slightly futuristic Detroit, Michigan, in our case - and they walked into my brain as completely separate people from me.

My headmates are the people who I consider my brain roommates, the people who choose to live together with me in our daily life. So far this is a short list, just Jude and Gavin, because they like being here and I like having them around.

I've recently found that other people from their world can chime in from time to time - and they aren’t headmates, in my opinion, so much as visitors. They like talking to my headmates, and sometimes even to me, but they don’t want to live with me and just come and go as they please, usually just popping in when called (if they're free). So far, they’ve all been people who Jude and Gavin personally know, and people I know from their world and feel interested in. My working explanation for who can visit the system is that they’re all people in Detroit who we’re invested in, and if we want to talk to them enough, they can talk to us. Why? Who knows! What matters is that we can have a chat or two over lunch.

As the host, listening to my headmates talking to other people in their world really does remind me of listening in on a phone call - I’m not usually getting visuals from the other person, just their voice internalized in my mind. As far as I can tell, that's also how the whole thing gets filtered in-universe - for example, Gavin mentally called a friend from Detroit a couple nights ago, for the sake of trying to do so without expecting anything, and when she actually answered, it did solidify into a phone call, or at least she was talking into the phone on her end of the line.

The Back (and headspace, or lack thereof)

When I think about my headmates in the back, they’re in their apartment - which has mostly been Gavin’s apartment, historically, but Jude’s moved in. The impression I get in my mind’s eye when I’m visualizing the back is like that of a moving camera, seeing footage from a recording without being in the space myself. It’s very much their actual apartment, though - for instance, Gavin owns three cats, and if I focus on them, I can tell what they’re getting up to. As I’m writing this, I’m checking on the cats, and I get the impression that Lucy is taking a nap on one arm of the couch.

When Jude or Gavin check into the back, they tend to get impressions from their own points of view. For example, when Jude is laying on the couch and looking at Gavin in the kitchen, they’re using their own eyes for that, while if I’m the one watching him, I’m looking from a different viewpoint - it’s like my internal footage of them is being filmed on a security camera or using film shooting techniques, while they're just using their eyes like normal people.

This visualization is always very hazy and unfocused until I actually focus on what's going on, and then it clears up into a solid concept. It's a similar story for figuring out noemata or exomemory recall - from what I can tell, it all runs on a sort of Schrodinger's cat principle, where all the possibilities for what's happening are superimposed on one another until I'm actively thinking about it, and then it settles upon a single configuration and doesn't change again. For example, what the cats are doing. Jack is currently sitting on the windowsill, looking at the birds outside.

I used to think my internal camera was fixed to Gavin’s apartment, but since I've been able to look at other places, I think it's more likely that my headmates and visitors tend to talk to me when they're not busy, which tends to mean they're at home or otherwise unoccupied. A couple visitors were going on a walk in the park while talking to me, which was really quite nice. I've also found my point of view camera spinning over to watch them in their house, and that's quite different from Jude and Gavin’s place.

And because the back is their actual world instead of a mindscape that I made up, I don't actually exist in it. I can't project myself into my headmates’ apartment - I’m the host, so I live in this world, and I reside in my brain and body as thought patterns and self-perception. When I give up control of the front, I don't enter any specific headspace. If I'm co-conscious, I just exist as a disembodied voice, vaguely attached to my self-image and body, until I return to the front again. (It's not as disorienting as it sounds, I promise.)

Fronting and Co-Fronting

When my headmates are fronting, it's not like they blip back and forth between being in my world controlling my body, and being in their world controlling their bodies. They're actually in both places at once? I like to think of it like quantum superpositions, much like the memory and camera focus - if Jude is fronting and wants to hug Gavin back in their own bodies, they can do that! At the same time, they're still up here in my body. They can only fully focus on one or the other, though, so that's something that tends to happen more when I'm in co-front and can take over fronting.

Something that does happen for us, and happens so naturally that we didn't realize that other systems might not be able to do it, is partial possession. It's a new term for me, but it’s well-established in the tulpamancy community - basically, putting it into plural terminology, it's when one headmate takes control of some part of their shared body while co-fronting with someone else.

We do this voluntarily and semi-automatically, for a variety of reasons. When I’m suffering from sensory overload and don't want to eat despite being hungry, someone else might decide to take over eating while I keep using the spoon. If Jude wants to hold hands in co-front, they can take one hand and Gavin can have the other, and they can hold hands like that. If Gavin wants to walk while I listen to a podcast, he gets the legs and I keep the audio processing. It's a good thing for all of us!

Usually, when fronting, I can call someone's name to the back and get a response - this is how I know the difference between tuning in and out of headmate awareness throughout the day, where I can check in and get an immediate response if they're awake, and them walking out of the system for a time. When they leave, I call out and get no response whatsoever.

This gets distressing when someone other than myself gets stuck in the front, which happens when we're overloaded with stress, because that also makes it incredibly difficult or impossible to get responses from me or anyone else in the back, so it feels like the person in front is completely alone in there. For the record, this has always been a stress-induced communication breakdown for us, and we do always regain contact after calming down.

And I've found that our visitors also co-front sometimes, I think because they're used to having bodies and don't like being in the void in the way that we get when we aren't fronting or focusing on the back. (They don't usually care for it, which is part of why they aren't headmates - for example, Connor hates eating.)

I don't have a conclusion for this essay, really - it's a collection of observations, and might change or expand in the future. Who knows! It's nice to have it jotted down in one place, though.

[drarryloadingdot3]

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Hello to anyone reading this!

This Drarry themed blog was created by me a few days ago, in a fit of both inspiration and desperation 🫶

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To start off with a little something about me! You can call me Dorothea, which is my Tumblr name! (Nicknames such as Dot and Dee are okay!)

I am a minor, under the age of 18 and 14+. That’s all you really need to know, for now 😁 I use she/her pronouns, and I’m LGBTQIA+ and proud of it. If you have issues with that, why are you even here, reading the intro post of a Drarry themed blog?

… get out of here, queerphobes 😘

Okay, so! I recently made myself an account on Archive of our own, more commonly known as ✨Ao3✨, in the hopes of starting to post my own works on there. I have countless ideas already and have had them for a while now. They’re stored safely in the mess which is my forgetful brain, and a few of them also in my Notes app (I bet they all take up about half of my storage by now, haha 😅).

Earlier, I have had no way of posting them anywhere, since I am not allowed any form of social media 😬 No, I’m technically not allowed not Tumblr either, and not Ao3 (aren’t strict parents just so lovely?)

But I’m extremely tired of having my creativity limited because of this, so you know what? I’ve decided I don’t really care anymore! 😜

And here I am now, planning a huge project… I don’t know if I’ll ever achieve this dream, but I am willing to try my best. If you are willing to follow me on that journey, stay tuned and bear with me! 👇🏻

What I have in mind is a Drarry fanfiction, a story playing out post-war in Draco and Harry’s eighth year at Hogwarts. What I like most about my idea is that it has loads of plot, not just fluff and smut for the sake of the relationship working out. No, this story will be more than that, and I’m so excited at the thought of sharing it with other people! 🥰

I am quite torn on a few points at the moment. I am so afraid of forgetting about this whole idea, which would be devastating to say the least, because I have huge parts of the story already planned out in my head! But I’m also scared that if I share too much details this early on in the process, people might steal a bit or perhaps all of my theories to use for their own fanfics. As for now, I really want to write this thing myself, but if I can’t manage to do so I might request someone else to write it for me in the future. Hm, well, that’s a question for another day. If I suddenly lose all motivation 🤷‍♀️

There are a lot of flaws in this plan, just so y’all know. I need to figure out where to write my story (my storage is full as it is… 😬👍), and I need to properly figure Ao3 out. I need to make sure people find this blog, so to anyone who reads this, please reblog to share with others! I am often struggling with motivation to write, to do pretty much anything. I go to school and also have singing lessons and band practice many days of the week. So yeah, my schedule is pretty full. I have no idea how I’ll manage to find the time to write my fic, and I also don’t know what might happen to my account or even my access to a phone. Writing this fic will be risky, I will lose motivation and take long breaks, probably, I will need to find time to write where there is none… ugh, it’ll be tricky, to say the least.

What I need most of all from whoever is ready to follow me on this journey, is lots and lots of patience. There might be days where I yap and you don’t want to read, there might be months where you don’t hear from me at all. But please know I’m trying ☺️ And if anyone has any writing tips to share, especially tips on how to take time to write, how to layout a writing schedule and how to not lose motivation, feel free to share whenever! Thank you in advance 🙏

I don’t know, this fic and this blog might be a shot in the dark… I’m praying that someone will see this and gain interest.

Here’s a poll for you! I will give it one week. If the poll below shows positive responses and gets many votes, I might even share a few snippets of my writing in a near future! Just so you all know exactly what it is you’re signing up for… if my past teachers and my mother are to trust, my writing is actually not that bad 🙃

If I’m happy with the responses I get from this poll, I will share some of my writing and also make new polls! I will share more about what my fic idea is about, and soon enough I will actually begin my project!

[count-geiger]

ATTENTION ALL HOMESTUCKS

for the past ~2 years, i've been attempting to create an archive of every single homestuck base i could find, at first for personal usage, but eventually for the sake of simply archiving them. sprite bases, hero mode templates, furniture/item customs and rips, talksprite bases, even tutorials, i've been trying to find anything i can.

however, because of the fact that a lot of these images were hosted on now defunct image hosting sites like majhost and were never archived on the wayback machine, i'm unable to reach them through the various pile of dead links i have.

so this is an all call for all members of the homestuck fandom, especially those who've been here for a while.

i'm attempting to create a legitimate archive of these bases, with sources wherever possible. so if you have anything that fits that sort of description, or even seems like it would fit, please send it my way in my DMs.

i'll begin hosting my archive on neocities once i've collected and sorted everything.

again, if you have ANYTHING you think would be useful, PLEASE SEND IT!!!

if you can and if you feel like it, reblog so other people can see this! no pressure, but it would definitely help 8)

thanks in advance,

CGAT

[jerzwriter]

Hey there, so I am just a choices-adjacent lurker, and I've been following the Elsa/Jared drama for some time now. I don't know either of you personally. And from what I've seen, I have come to the conclusion that this situation is solidly an Every Sucks Here situation. Maybe this is not my place to say, but honestly for everyone's sake involved in the fandom, Jared complaining about you on their blog daily and you ignoring and/or vaguing lim is honestly not productive. So here's my take on things. (I am sending a slightly tailored version of this to Jared as well)

JARED: Elsa is not walking evil. In fact, she does a ton of work for this fandom for free. "Who let her have this power over our fandom by running the fic account" no one did. She saw something she could do to help the fandom, and she did it. If she wasn't doing it, then we wouldn't have a choicesficcreations blog and there would be no fic archive. She certainly spends UNPAID hours every single week curating fic lists, going through tags, and organizing fandom fics to encourage people to keep producing. Constantly complaining about her and how horrible she is isn't helping anyone, it will just make her angrier at you and even less likely to listen to your grievances. Yes, the Open Heart fandom is extremely active and yeah, it's mostly cishet MCs, but that doesn't make anyone "evil" if they're creating that way. It's probably mostly cishet players who are projecting onto their MCs so it's enjoyable for them, the same way you want to project onto your characters, and that looks different for everyone. As long as no one is actively sending you anon hate or shitting on you for your character interpretations or ships, then it's okay. They're not evil for not liking or reblogging your trans Ethan art if that's not something they feel drawn to, just like you're not evil for ignoring the twelfth fmc x ethan pregnancy fic of the week. People should create and interact with what makes them feel happy and if you see something you don't like, scroll past. It goes both ways. The truth is that most of the OH art and fics are cishet because that's what most of the active creators are. I don't know how we got here, but that is what it is, and current creators aren't terrible for creating cishet fics and art, and they aren't obligated to like or reblog your takes on the characters. But guess what, you have wonderful friends who enjoy your takes on the characters, so appreciate that. Make art for them, create stories for people in your niche. If anyone attacks you for doing that, they suck. Someone saying on their own blog "I don't ship Ethias" is not attacking you. Someone saying on their own blog "Ethias is incest because they're brothers" is gross and should be called out.

ELSA: Just buckle down and apologize. You hurt someone. Multiple someones, apparently, based on that call-out post. That doesn't make you irredeemable because everyone says and does things that hurt people, even if they have the best of intentions. But acknowledge the fact that if there is a pattern of queer people feeling hurt and unwelcomed by the fandom, and that with your influence in the fandom, you are partially responsible for that unwelcoming atmosphere. Acknowledge the fact that you have a big platform and a ton of followers and friends who love and respect you, and will see what you do and use that to guide their own behavior. You probably didn't send anons off to attack Jared intentionally, but you need to take responsibility for that because your vague-blogging and so forth inspired people to try to defend you, and they attacked someone else on your behalf. Your apology shouldn't be to use them as a scapegoat, like "I NEVER condone anon hate, y'all are terrible and not affiliated with me" it should be, "I don't condone anon hate and think it's wrong, and am so sorry that my thoughtless post emboldened other users to think that using anon hate was a justifiable response to defend me." This is the responsibility that comes with having a big following. I know that you're bi and that's great. That doesn't mean that you have experience with every single facet of the LGBTQIA+ community. You are a bi woman. That does not make you an expert on what's hurtful to a trans person, a gay or bi man, an acespec person, etc. So listen to people when they try to tell you if something was hurtful and apologize. The last thing you should do is double down because when you do, it becomes clear that you care more about how you are perceived and being RIGHT than being kind. And I think that you truly are a kind person who wants to do good and make the world a better place. So basically, take some responsibility for this issue. You're an adult with a platform. Learn, do better, listen, and apologize. And make an active effort to support queer and trans creators who may feel alienated by this fandom at times. With your influence in the fandom, you have the capacity to make this a better place for everyone but that will never happen if you continue to hide behind a mask of "positivity" and believe yourself to be the victim of a smear campaign, without recognizing your role in all of this.

That's all I really had to say. I understand if you don't want to publish this but I really think that if this were AITA the right answer would be ESH. I hope that something I said is helpful and can help set this conflict to rest.

Nonny, I wasn't going to reply because I did not want to give this insanity any oxygen, a space, or a platform. But since line after line was crossed, I had no choice but to do so. So, since I did, I have no reason to not answer you any longer.

Here is my message regarding the things they posted about me that I have seen because, admittedly, I have not seen it all.

If someone stalks your blog for almost a year and pulls at every word you say... they'll find things that are wrong. Trust me, we can look at theirs for 5 min and find PLENTY of things that are wrong. Am I saying I'm perfect? I've never made a mistake? Never said anything stupid? Never had something to learn... or unlearn? No, I am not.

And I am willing to talk to anyone here, not talk, but listen. If I have hurt them, I will have the conversation, and I will apologize, and I will do better. But I will not apologize to people who have been actively bullying me, telling me to KM, telling me to enjoy my s*icide, telling me they wish I would die, and I won't even get into the horrific anons because I cannot prove they came from them - but ironically came in at the same time this other vile shit was posted. Nonny, you cannot think on any planet that acting like that is OK. If I hurt them or anyone else, it was unintentional, and I'm happy to be corrected and learn. That is NOT what has taken place in reverse. They are not the only people in the world with mental health issues; "big blogs" have them, too. (Besides, what's a big blog in a fandom of 10? Trust me, I've gotten much hate because of their intentional posts.)

If you think I'm such a horrible person? Check out the conversation. It's fully posted now.

Do you want me to apologize? I DID with J's freaking seal of approval - it's all in the conversation.

When they decided - without telling me - it was no longer good enough for them - they did not reach out to me like they promised, the public hate campaign was restarted . And that's what it has been, a public hate campaign. Do you think Tumblr gives a shit about me or J? They don't. J's blog was taken down because they violated terms over and over and over again. Should I apologize again, so in a month they change their mind again? And start this shit all over again? Sorry, I gave J a chance. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

Let's not Donald Trump "good people on both sides" this. NO. I did not start this (J admits that in our conversation). I have posted about this ONE FREAKING TIME vs. their hundreds of times. I tried to rectify it, I apologized. If I hurt anyone, it was completely unintentional; theirs is intentional, and anyone with reasonable comprehension skills can see that.

Oh and for the record, I don't fucking "vague". I'm not an asshole. If I post a fucking life quote and someone sees themself in it - that's on them, not me. Because they are NOT posted to target and I posted shit like that long before this bullshit started. I will SAY when I have something to say... I don't play those games.

You're right, I've given a lot to this fandom, but I'm fucking done. I'm not perfect, but I TRY to be kind, welcoming, I try to support and help - and then there is the otherside. All hate vitriol and never being kind to anyone outside of their friends. Like do SOMETHING positive. SOMETHING constructive. This here is no contribution.

Like everyone here, I'm flawed, and I'm imperfect. UNLIKE everyone here, I'm willing to admit my mistakes, I'm willing to learn, and I am NOT FUCKING WILLING to treat people the way this little group has treated me. Want to discuss hurt? Like this shit hasn't been hurtful. And the anons, babe, I won't even share them they're so disgusting.

So me and my 10 active followers are the problem? Come now. Maybe if others tried being decent people, they'd have more followers themselves.

I'm done with this.

Oh, wait, one more thing. Stop with the why don’t you try supporting queer creators. It’s embarrassing for you. Because in addition, being a queer creator myself, I have and I do support queercreators. I have fucking collaborated with queer creators. I created the LGBTQ archive, so it would be easier to find LGBTQIA works. What exactly is it that you would like me to do. If you’re going to accuse me of something accuse me of something I actually did because supporting queer creators is something I do, and that’s very verifiable.

[deityoftherain]

why does it matter? - Mounders Post-SL Fanfic

Rating: Gen

Relationship: Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,444

Summary:

Pearl blinked, and, suddenly, she was no longer in that final fight with Scar. What had happened? Her hand brushed against her clothes, and they were normal. They weren’t torn, dirty, or bloody anymore. It was like they reset themselves, as they did when–

Oh.

She had died.

It was over.

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“My legs are broken, aren’t they?” Pearl muttered to herself as she fell from the surface. She didn’t have enough hearts to prevent her legs from breaking. Maybe she would have enough to keep it to only a limp, but even a limp can hinder her in a game like this.

A game that was literally life or death.

A game where loyalty to others was a thinly veiled survival strategy.

A game where one killed (or helped kill) those they loved and cared about, no matter the cost.

Why did it matter, anyway? Why does any of this matter? Nothing in this world mattered in the end. What was the point?

It wasn’t like she was playing to win. She didn’t want to win! She had experienced victory and it was lonely at the top. Winning didn’t feel like this great triumph everyone made out to be, that They made it out to be. It was an ego boost, sure, but had it been worth it? 

Had it been worth the blood covering her hands and the remnants of a proxy explosion in her veins? Had it been worth watching her platonic soulmate blow himself up as an act of regret, of apologizing, of love. Because, yes, she and Scott loved each other deep down, even if they didn’t always show it. The game wasn’t necessarily wrong to deem them soulmates, though Pearl sometimes wished it didn’t.

Those lonely nights in their cottage during Last Life brought them closer than she ever could have predicted, but she was getting off track. But why should she push herself to survive, even now? Even with almost everyone else dead? It was only her and Scar, for void’s sake! 

Scar wouldn’t, didn’t (she could tell when she tried to offer him her last life) want a victory won by sacrifice, so she had given him a fight, would continue to give him a fight. It was what he wanted, after all. Besides, if she were easy to finish off with her broken legs and low morale, what difference did it make? She was already mentally dead, even if she wasn’t physically, and she just wanted this to end. She just wanted to meet the peace (if one could even call it that) that came after.

Pearl blinked, and, suddenly, she was no longer in that final fight with Scar. What had happened? Her hand brushed against her clothes, and they were normal. They weren’t torn, dirty, or bloody anymore. It was like they reset themselves, as they did when–

Oh. 

She had died.

It was over.

Pearl laughed to herself, but it wasn’t a fun or joyous laugh. It was a bitter and pained laugh, but she wasn’t upset by it. Feeling pain such as this reminded her that she existed. That she was a real person who cared about more than making it to another day. Pearl would forget that sometimes. She was sure they all did.

Who would still be here? The in-between was a wonky place one went to after they died that final time, once they lost their red life. The options were simple: watch what was currently happening with those still living the games or go back to whatever servers they called home. With the game finished now, with Scar’s victory, who would stick around?

Pearl certainly wouldn’t! She would probably go back to Hermitcraft, or maybe she could try to find a temporary home on another server. Maybe she could go to a game server, or a community server, or maybe even a short-term home server, all to avoid the server she’s called home for several years now. No matter where she ended up, she just wanted to collect herself again and exist without consequential bloodshed until They pulled her back in again… but she didn’t plan to leave the in-between just yet.

She had been skeptical about the others sticking around now that the game was over, but, as her mind cleared, she recalled her own victory. Those still left gathered around her to congratulate her before they forgot or too much time passed. Perhaps those she wanted to see hadn’t left the in-between just yet. It was possible, and she could always just track them down later… if they would want to talk to her.

Perhaps she was just being pessimistic, a side effect of the continuous stress. Most would stick around to see how the game ended, right? Most had only died recently, during the last few final hours. Lizzie, Jimmy, or Mumbo may be long gone by now, and Pearl wouldn’t blame them for going stir crazy in this place for so long, but there was still a chance to see them too. 

It would be good to catch up with a fellow Mounder before another life’s memories start to blur with these ones in their brains. The other Mounders should be here too. Pearl wanted them to know how proud she was of them, of Mumbo, of Bdubs, of Joel.

“Pearrrrlllll!” an elongated call reached her ears, with an inflection eerily similar to Bdubs. She turned her attention to the sound, with hope that her wish had come true.

She barely had time to process his presence when the shorter man jump-slammed his body into hers. His legs wrapped around her hips and his head rested against her chest as he hugged her tightly. “Pearl! You are, oh, you are unbelievable! Pretty perfect, I may say!”

“Thank you!” Pearl accepted the compliment with a baffled laugh. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was so happy to see him that she started to tear up, a grin unable to be wiped off only growing larger on her face. “What did I do?”

“What did you do?” Bdubs parroted with a mild sputter. “Pearl, you got second place!”

“Could have gotten first if you had put some blummin’ effort into fighting Scar,” Joel added on gruffly as he came into her view. “If Scott hadn’t killed me again– with bloody wolves of all things– I would have given you both a run for your lives!”

“I’m sure you would have,” Pearl responded fondly. Joel’s pride was clearly damaged, and he was putting on a tough guy face, but Pearl knew Joel’s character deep down. He was a good teammate, and she was proud to call him a fellow Mounder. “You did make it to fifth place! That’s rather impressive. Not everyone can say the same.”

Joel’s lips twitched up into a slight smirk, the tension relaxing from his shoulders. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Heck yeah, it is!” Bdubs cheered with his usual enthusiasm, leaping off of Pearl to pull Joel into a sideways, one-armed hug.

A tinge of sadness slinked its way into her chest, causing her smile to fall. “If I had it my way, I would rather have one of you take my place. You– all of you– deserve it.”

“Deserve what?” Mumbo inquired as he awkwardly approached them, sheepishly fiddling with his hands.

“Mumbo!” Pearl greeted, tone infused with immeasurable warmth. She hadn’t expected him to stick around! He’d been dead for a few sessions now, but she supposed he had Lizzie, Jimmy, and the game to keep him entertained. Huh, that pessimistic doubt was really getting to her. “You stayed! I thought you would have left by now.”

“I thought about it,” Mumbo admitted, “but I wanted to stick around to cheer you three on, even if you couldn’t hear me.” “Aw, now isn’t that just wonderful!” Bdubs bounced on his heels, and Pearl wasn’t sure where he managed to get the energy from. She assumed it had something to do with being able to regenerate hearts again now that the game ended. “Mounders For Life!”

“Mounders For Life!” Joel confirmed, though he was a smidge smug. “One doesn’t simply leave The Cult of Perfectly Round Mounds.” Mumbo opened his mouth to comment, but Joel quickly added on, “Even in death. Mounders For Life, Mounders for Afterlife, huh?”

He pursed his lips before chuckling softly. “Well, there goes my argument.”

“Aha, that was bad,” Bdubs teased. “Mounders for Afterlife doesn’t roll off the tongue!”

“Oh, buzz off, you short, smelly boy!” Joel playfully shoved Bdubs’ shoulder, which prompted the two getting into a fake fight.

As they caught up and messed around, Pearl realized the weight in her chest didn’t feel as heavy. Her previous guilt, regret, sadness, and grief slipped away, replaced with joy, bliss, friendship, and loyalty. The Mounders may not have won Secret Life, but Pearl knew now that they won in all the ways that mattered.

[lord-aldhelm]

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So, I originally started this blog so I could reblog all the Aldhelm posts I had been bookmarking over the past year and a half, keeping them all in one place since I did not want to post them on my main art blog. I also wanted to use it to post my fic, since I finally decided to take the risk and publish it for better or for worse, and also share all the screencaps I had been taking for drawing references (and just for my own pleasure let's be honest here).

I am rather late to this fandom, having binge watched this show in the middle of last year (2022) just as season 5 was released. It was sitting in my watchlist on Netflix for a few years, but I neglected it, thinking it was just another Vikings ripoff. Boy was I wrong. This show has really gotten to me in a way that no other TV show or movie has. I have never been so obsessed with a TV show or movie in my entire life.

But what compelled me to make an Aldhelm blog? Well, for starters, it had become apparent to me that, although many in this fandom like his character, very few consider him to be their favorite character, and far fewer still are obsessed about him in the same way that many are about Sihtric or Finan, for example. I still can't wrap my head around that, but maybe I am the weirdo, so oh well. I will create another post about why I love him so much at a later date if anyone cares to read it.

There are tons of blogs for the show in general and for other characters, and most of Uhtred's "pretty boys" get lots of love on here, but not so much for Aldhelm. I don't know if anyone else will really care about anything on this blog, but it is honestly not why I made it. This is more for my own sake than anyone else's, and if anyone else gets anything out of this that is great too.