#rotating them in my mind so hard rn

[arolesbianism]

I may be failing my plan to not make any isat aus. So there's this guy her name is Euphrasie right. What if I took her and combined what could be 3 separate au concepts into one. And in the process forced myself to go back and reread a bunch of shit to make sure I know how to maximally fuck over this sad wet puppy of a woman

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

and what if i said this song is close family-coded. what then.

[arttheclown]

a dynamic between the middle sibling who’s just trying to keep their family together and the bitter older sibling who resents the responsibility that was thrust upon them can be something so personal

[trevisos]

rotating Scenarios in my mind but have no ability to actually write them. truly evil

[dpspcehntr]

Hello 🤗 I have a question that has crossed my mind from time to time and I would like your (and maybe your followers) opinion on this, if you don't mind.

Thinking realistically, rather than with a romantic notion, do you think the LaDs men have had much, if any, sexual experience that hasn't been with MC?

Would God of the Tides have concubines brought to him, or gone on dates as a land lubber? Or do you think his bond with MC would prevent him from 'engaging' with anyone else?

Did Xavier date anyone before MC joined the guardians (I don't know the name I forget lol)?

I don't know anything about Sylus

Would Zayne have had a prom date or a girlfriend before he met with the current timeline MC? I know he says we are his only experience, but does that include just kissing someone?

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!! One, I have also been rotating this around in my brain for quite some time and how I feel very lightly colors how I write for them! I haven't read much (if any at all) of the myths so I will just be looking at the present. I love thinking about this cause tbh sometimes the characterizations in game are not as full as I would like. I won’t keep this long but if you want more detail I’m happy to add to this post! Anyway! Here are my thoughts!

Rafayel is literally the reason I had this thought in the first place. I thought it was so silly to think that he as a rich artsy boy had never ONCE hooked up with someone. He absolutely is a FUCKBOY! I will hear nothing else about it. I can't image he's not when so much of his overall characterization just oozes that kind of energy for me. My exception to this is that I don't think he enjoyed himself very much. Used sex kind of like a numbing thing cause he felt the void of your absence hard. He's not like a community dick kind of fuckboy but he has definitely been passed around a few times, if not as a professional then in art school.

Xavier is another one who I feel has some experience before (re)meeting MC. His experience is alot more clumsy and unsure compared to Rafayel. More of a situation like 'I want to be ready when I find her so I'm going to try it with someone else to be good at it. There may only be one person he's had sex with before MC and it was so bad she just had to leave. When that failed he just turned to erotica and p*rn to fill in the gaps. Eventually getting used to using his own imagination and getting off when needed. So when the time comes he's very prepared and VERY horny.

Sylus is a bit of a hard one because yes absolutely he is having sex with people before meeting MC. His overall vibe very much eludes to the fact that he has lived a life and I'm sure that is included. I don't think he's slinging it out to anyone who asks but he has been in some kind of relationship before. If anything we can say he is very comfortable having sex and has had sex before meeting MC. I have some more thoughts on this but I will keep it there for now!

Zayne from what I know has said that he isn't experienced and we are his first and I believe that. He very much gives full focus on the task at hand kind of man. Definitely not in high school but in med school I image him having a non serious fling with someone just to say he tried. They broke up soon after and he just never tried again until he and MC reconnected. That being said, he is a bit of a perv and has ALOT of pent up energy so once they start they literally don't stop. Like a weekend stuck in an endless loop of sleep, eat, fuck until he's at work desperate for you once again. The problem for him is learning how to control himself now that has MC.

My ask box is open for further conversations on this cause I genuinely love talking about this! Lets keep the conversation going!

[hungry-skeleton]

Anything you'd like to loudly info-dump about RN?

I do think Skylanders can make a comeback someday but it's business model will absolutely have to change. A thing I hear a lot in talks about a skylanders revival is doing away with the figures entirely but like??? That's a staple of the franchise?? That's why it's so cool?? Half the appeal of skylanders is getting cool figures that double as playable characters like what are you on??

This is just me daydreaming of a world free of capitalism but a made to order business model would probably be the best way to go about a future game in terms of convenience for the consumer. All skylanders are available for purchase at all times and they'll just produce what you order. I understand that's just more difficult for them then releasing in waves but not only will it kill scalpers they'll probably get more regular buyers that way + they can still create demand by having limited time deals and variants to order too. Idk I'm not business smart

I think about my dream skylander game a lot, it is huge in scope and completely unreasonable to expect but what's the point of dreaming if you don't want the impossible right? Lmao. I think everyone can agree an open world skylander game would fuck hard, I'd like to be able to explore past levels in it too. An idea I had that could expand skylanders with less development would be to give every skylander their own special level with a plot relevant to their backstory. Again, I'm just dreaming the impossible but it's a start I think, I feel bad thinking about how many skylanders only have their flat back story and voice lines to go off of for personality.

ANOTHER thing I had in mind for a while was a better premise for a skylanders series. I know there's a lot of Academy fans here n I love y'all sm there are aspects of Academy that I enjoy but oiughhh *said sitting upon a throne with a golden crown* I could do better.

I'm just gonna be real netflix's generic kids 3d animation style for many of their shows makes me wanna pull my teeth out I hate ittt it's so safe and bland and the movement has no life or character at all. I know I'm biased but a 2d skylanders cartoon would be so niceee. Plus the premise of Academy is like... Okay.. But skylanders was MADE for an anthology series like come onn. The appeal of skylanders is the variety of characters! I want a rotating cast! I want to see different dynamics and day to day lives every episode!! And this is just a personal gripe but I'd like it to be closer to the game canon, Academy being its own canon is fine and understandable but some of its choices are so odd

Erm yeah that's a rant about a version of the Skylanders franchise that will never exist I hope that counts lmaoo I just like daydreaming about stuff I know will never happen leave me be

[peachdues]

PHANTASMAGORIA

NSFW CUT SCENE

A/N: enjoy this cut smut scene from Phantasmagoria (Part III) (post-kitchen make-up).

I apologize that I don’t have new fics/requests ready, but I hope y’all are okay with me dropping some unreleased drafts I have saved on my phone

If you’ve sent in a request for the 2K event, please know I’m not ignoring you! I’m just exhausted and slammed at work rn and I don’t have the mental capacity to write something new at the moment. It’s 7:30 PM my time, and I JUST got home after having been in the office since 6 this morning. Bear with me!

CW: 18+ • MDNI • explicit sexual content • 69’ing

READ ALL THREE PARTS OF PHANTASMAGORIA HERE (COMPLETED).

Y/N tried so hard to remain upright as she bucked against his face, but the sensation became too much, and she found herself falling back against his legs.

Sanemi didn’t seem to mind, his arms remaining tightly locked around her lower hips as he continued to rock his face against her core, her thighs shuddering around his head at the scrape of his stubbled jaw against her heated flesh. 

She turned her head and was surprised at how close Sanemi’s cock was to her face, standing thick and tall as it bounced proudly against his abdomen with every flex of his stomach muscles and thighs as he continued to eat her out like she was his final meal. 

Y/N’s lips went dry as her eyes took in the leaking, red tip of him, so demanding and eager, and yet he’d been utterly content to ignore his own need in favor of satisfying her own. 

She struggled against his iron-like grip on her hips, trying desperately to turn so she could take him fully into her mouth, but he was too lost in her cunt to realize she didn’t want to get away; she wanted him, wanted to pleasure him just as much as he insisted on pleasing her. 

“Sanemi,” she whined, trying to turn once more, but his arms only tightened around her, a growl of warning reverberating from his chest. 

Desperate, Y/N leaned as close to his aching cock as she could and stuck her tongue out, just managing to graze the side of it before she had to pull away.

It was enough. At the first caress of her wet tongue against him, she felt Sanemi freeze beneath her, his tongue momentarily pausing mid-thrust into her core as he realized what she was trying to do. 

The grip around her hips loosened enough so she could turn, and Y/N rotated herself, though Sanemi’s head remained poised between her thighs. 

At the first brush of her lips against his angry, leaking tip, Y/N felt Sanemi tense, his abdomen clenching tight as she dipped down, taking half of his cock into her mouth with a sigh. 

He moaned into her cunt, as her tongue caressed against the side of his shaft, his feet shifting beneath her to plant firmly on the bed as he began to thrust up into her mouth. Y/N’s eyes watered as his tip threatened to hit the back of her throat with every push into her mouth, but she forced herself to remain relaxed, humming as she let her tongue work his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she gave him another strong suck. 

His arms, wrapped around her lower hips, tightened around her lower hips as Sanemi pressed his face flush against her cunt, groaning, and the vibrations against her tender folds causing her eyes to roll back into her skull. 

The pair licked and sucked at one another, seemingly in competition to see who could make the other cum first. Y/N’s head bobbed faster down Sanemi’s length before she pulled off with a teasing pop! She pumped her hand up and down his cock, heavy and slick with her saliva as she suckled on his tip, pulling back slightly  as Sanemi began trying to sheathe himself back into her mouth, frustrated that she kept evading him.

If she thought she was making him more desperate, she was correct; except, her white-haired lover decided to take such frustration out on her poor cunt. Moving one hand from where it helped keep her hips locked squarely against her face, Sanemi brought his fingers to her lips and spread them wide, his tongue flattening against her and pulsing as he scooped her juices into his greedy mouth. 

Y/N’s cry of pleasure was muffled by a sharp buck of Sanemi’s hips as he thrust his cock back into her mouth, her throat locking as she gagged, though she managed breathe through her nose to avoid pulling back off him. 

Not that she thought Sanemi would let her if she tried — he’d moved one of his broad hands from where it sat at her hip down her back, splaying firmly across her lower shoulders to hold her in place. Given the veracity with which he feasted on her core, Y/N reckoned he wouldn’t have noticed her squirming even if she’d tried. 

Every stroke of his tongue against her made her thighs twitch around his head, and Y/N found it difficult to keep bobbing herself up and down the thick length of Sanemi’s cock, instead holding him in her mouth while she moaned and shuddered against him.

Drooling around him, Y/N managed to move her hand to cup Sanemi’s balls, and she marveled at how full he was as her tongue stroked him. The thought that he would soon be emptying himself inside of her made her thighs clench even tighter in anticipation, even as she whined against him, begging for release.

The scar-speckled man beneath her removed his hand from her back, apparently convinced that she would not try and move off him. Rather than returning to his hold on her hip, Sanemi’s rough, warm fingers replaced his tongue at her entrance, as he slid them into her while his lips and teeth closed around her clit and gave her a harsh suck. 

At the first brush of his fingers against that spongy, roughened patch of flesh deep within her walls, Y/N shattered. 

Her scream was little more than a gurgled groan as her head dropped forward, causing her to take the rest of Sanemi’s cock down her throat. Against the vibrations of her moans and tge sudden way her throat constricted around him, Sanemi suddenly erupted in her mouth, his cum spurting hot and fast down her throat as he groaned deeply into her cunt. 

Y/N shook against him as she rode out the final waves of her pleasure. Finally, Sanemi’s arm around her waist loosened and his head fell back against the bed. A moment later, Y/N pulled her mouth off Sanemi’s length, though he was still hard, and she dropped her head against his thigh as she caught her breath. 

The room was quiet for a moment, disturbed only by the sounds of their soft panting, as both came down from their highs.

After a moment, Sanemi spoke, and Y/N nearly rolled her eyes at the smugness in his tone.

“I win.” 

[layalu]

For the OC questions, 2, 12, 19, 28, and 43!

[ask game]

Thank you!! :]

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Hard to pick one single Top Favourite TM since they're always on rotation, but Sam is one of the long time faves :] He's not doing much anymore except chilling in my brain but he's my silly farmer goat man <3

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

Well. I am in full Pillars brainrot mode rn so i gotta give a shoutout to Selene from @herearedragons's brain, who may or may not have been the reason i caved in the first place jdksfslf. Love me a guy who flips the narrative and who keeps finding hope and happiness despite being haunted by The Horrors at all times. Also,,, sun and moon motifs,,,,,,

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

Desertblaze!! Yes she's a warriors oc lol, in fact she's one of my oldest! She is very near and dear to my heart and as cheesy as that sounds, she has genuinely helped me Get Better more than once <3

28. Your most dangerous OC?

ohh hmm. i think that depends on the type of dangerous?

Ari can end a guy's entire career if he so wishes. Kala used to to be professionally Dangerous for a living. June has the most raw potential to cause Large Scale Physical Damage

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

gdnsgdksk. well. let's see. I 100% have a habit of making ocs be A Certain Way (to the point of feeling like they're very same-y sometimes) but of course i can't think of any specifics when i have to dfjksjfld. so instead imma go with some physical traits that come to mind:

I tend to give ocs colourful eyes/ eyes that serve as an accent colour

i usually keep palettes fairly monochrome

barely anyone has hair past shoulder length oops

in case of non-humanoids, i tend to (re)use very similar marking patterns and placements lol

for fantasy humanoids, i love giving them more non-human traits; funky eyes and expressive ears are some faves of mine but also different noses, bits of fur/scales/etc, clawed hands....

barely anyone has piercings or makeup because. i forger.

same with scars i am. so bad at remembering them even if they are Lore Relevant

[i-am-church-the-cat]

After watching 2024 ISU Montreal, Logan as a figure skater has been on my mind for the longest time.

god...aaaa...im rolling on the floor rn, i can't handle it

the years of my life invested in YOI and figure skating aus is unstoppable, i can't hold it back, i must type-ity-type

Logan's father introduced him and Dalton to ice skating through hockey. Even living in Florida, they had been fans of any and every sport. Football was a favorite, of course, as was basketball, baseball, soccer, lacrosse, sailing, surfing, skiing, and golf. High-contact sports were the most compelling to boys of their age, so when they learned that there was a sport where guys slammed into each other with knives on their feet, they had to check it out.

But starting hockey wasn't what made Logan fall in love with the ice. The first time he'd ever skated had been with his mother on a lake by her childhood home back up in Ohio. He'd been so small, stuck to her side like a barnacle, a mama's boy since the beginning.

The smooth glide of his feet across the clear surface was revelatory. The weight of himself was no longer holding him down, gravity was easier to fight on skates instead of shoes. The thin white lines they left behind them were entrancing. Logan never worried about getting lost because he always knew where he'd been.

Hockey was fun but it wasn't what Logan wanted. The ice wasn't made for chipped teeth and blood-soaked spit. Something that was safety and grace, as dangerous as it was beautiful, deserved more respect than that.

There was a kid on the team between his and Dalton's, Lance. He was cool in a weird sort of way and didn't care that Logan never knew when to speak and when to stay silent. They didn't hang out often and they've fallen out of touch since, but it was his fault that Logan became who he was.

Or, more accurately, his sister's.

Chloe wasn't very graceful but she was an artist and she loved the ice. If Logan got to practice early enough, he could watch the tail end of her figure skating practice. Mr. Stroll always rented out the entire rink for Chloe and her private figure skating coach, only the best for his daughter. So a lot of the times it would be just her, dancing on the ice, her coach, shouting critiques over her chosen music, and Logan, sitting lonely and enraptured in the stands.

It took him almost a month of watching Chloe before he got up the nerve to try out some of the things he had seen. The choreography wasn't that hard, though Logan's rhythm wasn't the greatest at nine years old. But the jumps were hard, and the jumps hurt, and he couldn't figure it out.

But something always made him get back up and keep trying. He couldn't stop once he got something stuck in his mind and the leaps and twists of figure skating jumps were stuck like flies in amber.

The first jump he ever landed was a toe loop. Not that he knew what it was called at the time, and he barely finished a whole rotation, but he stayed standing which was better than he had done in the couple weeks he'd been trying any time he could steal some ice time. When Logan had hit the ice, wobbling but not falling, he'd let out a shocked, delighted laugh. Instead of being sated, his fascination with figure skating just wanted more.

"You're a little old to not be landing singles."

Logan whirled around at the unexpected voice. He'd thought he was totally alone, the rink on the edges of closing. But there was Chloe Stroll's figure skating coach, looking at him with calculating eyes. Logan tried to hold himself up taller, to look more secure than he felt.

"I- I've never tried before," Logan had admitted. He'd felt embarrassed and then felt mad for feeling embarrassed. The coach had looked considering.

"Have you ever tried ballet? You might want to start there."

Logan, even at nine, had recoiled at the idea. It had taken all his courage just to practice figure skating in private, in steps and moments he could steal. But ballet was- his dad would never want him to do that. Dalton would laugh at him, the couple friends he had would think he's weird. He couldn't do ballet.

But he couldn't give up the ice, either. Even when his hockey season ended, Logan was at the rink every day, begging his mom to take him after school. He was older than most kids were when they started and he didn't have a coach or any proper training. If he wanted to do the kind of things Logan wanted to do on the ice, he'd have to push himself further, train his body more, practice for hours on end. A few hours every week wasn't enough.

It was nearing the summer time when Logan worked up all the courage in his little body to ask for ballet lessons. He'd done research, used the family computer to look up ballet teachers in the area, ones that specialized in training athletes for other sports. He had his arguments, his bargaining chips, his promises and dreams all held in the palm of his head.

Logan worked up the courage to ask.

And his father had laughed.

So had Dalton. The only one who didn't laugh was his mother, who saw the heartbreak Logan tried so hard to hide with his fake laughter. Of course, he was only joking. That was the only possibly explanation for why he would say such a thing.

Logan's dreams died that night. He resigned himself to copying jumps he saw on YouTube, stolen moments in the ice rink that felt safer than his own home sometimes.

But the next week, when his mom was taking him to the ice rink, Logan realized they'd made a wrong turn. When he mentioned it to his mom, she'd just shushed him. He'd been left in confusion all the way up to the small, squat building. He'd picked out the words on the sign in front of him like a crow picking out gems from the refuse.

Ayliah's Ballet School

Logan's dad was mad when he found out about the lessons a few months later. In response, Logan had brought all the figure skating magazines he'd been hoarding down from his room and showed them to his parents. The pages he'd bookmarked, the sketches he'd made to try and figure out a skater's pose, the torn-out descriptions of an intricate step sequence. He'd looked up at his dad with big, desperate eyes, willing him to understand the inextricable draw figure skating had at him.

By the time he started fifth grade, Logan had a ballet teacher and figure skating coach. By the end of fifth grade, he had landed his first triple jump.

--

At 19, Logan was the most anxious he could ever remember being. He was also more excited than he thought physically possible.

It was his third year in the senior series, and for the first time, he'd been invited to two ISU grand prix. He had an actual chance at the world championships, something he hadn't had since he won the junior series at 16.

Logan's choreography that year was good, really good. He'd put way more work into his presentation after what an opposing skater had said to him at nationals last year.

"Your jumps might have won you one championship, but everyone can jump in the senior series. Stand out, Logan, or get out."

For Logan, who had never cared much what music he had or what step sequences he did as long as it got him enough points, it was a rough wake up call. He was proud of his jumps, the technical perfection he'd spent years and years honing. He could now land the the quad toe loop, quad salchow, and quad Lutz consistently in competition. But his artistry left something to be desired, and it hurt his program scores in the long run.

He'd changed that this year. He'd worked with his choreographer for months to find the right music, the right transitions, the right spins and steps. Logan had even reached out to a figure skater he'd skated with in the junior leagues who always had the best costumes about his stylist.

The first thing he'd noticed about the ice was that it was a canvas, a glistening field just awaiting someone to paint it in soft white stripes. He'd fallen in love with the danger of it, the allure, but he had neglected the emotional appeal. Madame Ayliah would surely be disappointed if he saw him.

But not this year. Not with a short program as bold as the one he had this year, not with a free skate this spellbinding. Logan had even started drafting ideas for a exhibition state, caught in the draw of expressing his emotions on the ice. He was never good at being vulnerable but this year, the ice demanded it of him. He demanded it of himself.

The US could send three men's figure skaters to the World Championships. Three out of thousands. Logan was going to show why he deserved to be one of them.

One day, Logan would lay on the ice, bleeding and broken, and know its cruel love had run out. But today, it welcomed him home.

[amazingmsme]

It’s me the anon who wanted to put Hatchetfeild tkl headcanons here, this is what has been rotating my brain for longer than I wanna admit

Pokey hating all voices that aren’t his own kind of makes him hard for realistic tkl headcanons cause like, the entire point is laughter. But I’m insane which means I can make it work. Cause like in TGWDLM the infected still sound the same (just better singers) so I feel like he more dislikes voices he doesn’t have control over than just the sound of other voices. And yk what? Forcing someone to laugh isnt an awful way to gain control over their voice

What I’m saying is *points at him* ler!!! He’s a ler in my eyes. And a very ruthless one at that (all of the LIB are but that’s not the point)

Also I think we need to think abt mind control powers. Cause those can come in handy. Like idk if he’s capable of invading someone’s mind without replacing or warping the original consciousness but let’s pretend he is. He could easily use control over someone to prevent them from getting away while he’s trying to wreck them. Or better yet he could probably mess with their brain to make it feel like they’re experiencing physical touch when they aren’t. Realistically he’d use this to hug people he liked and inflict pain on people he didn’t but we aren’t here to be realistic so u know exactly what I’m implying he’d use it for.

The mind control potential honestly makes him very overpowered as a ler, he can get whatever spots he wants simultaneously and his lee is powerless to stop him. I can make it worse actually maybe having access to someone’s mind makes it easy for him to figure out what their worst spots are. In other words his lee is either in for a bad or a great time depending on how they feel abt it.

I also have some kinda related paulkotho thoughts so maybe I’ll drop those here sometime

Thanks four listening to whatever is consuming rn

Pokey is such a strong contender for the most powerful/scary lib, sorry wiggly you can’t change my mind. His power in tgwdlm is so strong & he’s just so intimidating & also such a smooth talker & I think that makes him the most ler coded, idk maybe Blinky’s a close second, but the other lords seem to have more switch tendencies. Idk, there’s just something about him that screams ruthless ler, & I couldn’t agree more with these!

Absolutely love your take on how he doesn’t really mind the sound of someone else’s voice as long as he’s “puppeteering” them or forcing the sound out in some way. HE is in control, always has been. & don’t even get me started on the mind control aspect, that trope fuckin’ gets me man! I think he would absolutely be able to find a person’s worst spot by prowling around in their thoughts

[jitterbugjive]

i'm really loving where bedeviled dotty is heading rn with these recent updates :D i only vaguely remember what the blog used to be like before its reboot, and i dont know how much you had planned for the derpy story back then/if you ever even got particularly far... but harrington's whole deal AND now having tumult making threats to him that he had better play along with dotty, Or Else?? i am absolutely digging it so hard

i can't quite say why but ESPECIALLY that last thing is getting my imagination GOING! tumult has grown so fond of dotty it's a real beauty to see. the kind of fucked up love triangle situation one could make of this... i will be rotating this trio of characters in my mind for a while, you're doing an absolutely stellar job with them

Honestly I'm much happier with this story than Bedeviled Derpy because there's so much more I can do with it, and Bedeviled Derpy didn't really have all that much of a story to it. It would have only ever had 3 characters, restrained to the TARDIS. It was more of a gimmick than anything else.

This time I can play with more characters, entire races, and a whole world and I've been figuring out so much about it that I know I won't end the stories from Leporia after Dotty is done. I am hoping to have some kind of series in the future that contains a bunch of short stories following different characters and different situations in the world. For example I would love to show Princess Magnolia's story.

Recently I just figured out what rabbit cuisine is like based on each race's tastes and preferences, and I figured out a bunch more about foxes that will make this story more interesting. The cuisine won't be relevant to Dotty's story but I might be able to make a lore post about it or include in a future story.

I've been hesitating to make lore posts lately because I want to show things off more in the future series.

I can promise the next time Dotty and Tumult sit down and talk, some very important things are going to come to light about the foxes.

[dwarfsized]

things that i would like to know about my fellow writers!

tagged by @aevallare thank you my looovveee

i will tag @simon-says-nothing and @raccooncrimes!

Last book I read: 

i am stalled on The Witch King by Martha Wells, not because it isnt good but just because. lmao. If im reading, i cant be writing. or sewing. or or or. The last one I remember finishing was This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and i loved that.

Greatest literary inspiration: 

I put part of a Mary Oliver poem on my graduation cap. Also genuinely quite inspired by Tamsyn Muir.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

I dont know if I'd ever try my hand at a modern au but i adore aevallare's pour one out.

I certainly wont write no-magic or all-human aus (I like tieflings a normal amount, she says, lying) but I'm sure someone could do something cool with those.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: 

:') i already think this about my work but i write it anyway. who wants to read astarion stuck in a druid grove when he's [redacted]?? well, i do, so now we have eldath's mercy.

i am working on a story rn where kira is a ghost haunting the szarr palace. do i think very many people will be interested in that? i dont know! but I want to write it, and at least one other person probably wants to read it, so. eventually, it will go up onto ao3.

id love to do something with a focus on minthara. she's going to matter in true colors but that's not going to happen for a while. for now i rotate her in my brain.

You can recognize my writing by:

7000 word chapters where fully half the words are the characters thinking sooo hard, mid-chapter pov shifts, asides about tiefling/druid culture that i've made up whole-cloth, tail mentions.

My most controversial take (current fandom):

if you mod anyone in the game to look younger/more conventionally attractive i am putting you in the oubliette in my mind-palace. why cant you like these characters as they are. i thought we enjoyed this game

if you mod gortash clean or mod away a character's scars, i am putting you in the oubliette inside of the oubliette in my mind-palace.

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

2 babeyyyy, but if i could instead shelve all the current wips and start wip #15 id be at an 8. alas! i cannot do this.

Top three favourite tropes:

in no particular order:

when a character's specific past experiences lead them to a wrong conclusion that is soooo wrong but like, ohhh sweetie. of course you think that.

magic that has a cost, even divine magic, and cannot fix everything

you were not selected for this. anyone could have been the person in this position. but you are here now, and you have to do the task. get to it.

are these even tropes? do i know what tropes are anymore. help

Share a random frustration:

I USUALLY AVERAGE 700 WRITING WORDS A DAY BUT IVE BEEN EDITING ELDATH'S MERCY CH 2 FOR ALL OF APRIL AND IT HAS BROUGHT MY AVERAGE WORD COUNT DOWN TO 26. 26 WORDS A DAY. BITING. BITING AND YELLING.

[whatudottu]

Presently going insane rn:

Anyway let me talk about the one question that I have been contemplating ever since I began rotating petrosapiens in my mind. How the fuck do babies?

If you caught the reblog before this post, you might have noticed that a post about fat in aliens brought me to think about petrosapien fat, which contradicts a lot of what I've already established for them being an exoskeletal species, let alone being a hard sell in the sci-fantasy of rock crystal people of canon. Turning to one of my two animal inspirations of petrosapiens - bugs and more specifically in this case insects - I found out that insects can't build up fat, not in the way mammals or reptiles can, BUT they store the most of it in a very significant stage;

Larvae!

Then it fucking hit me, I already made some early headcanons about child development in petrosapiens (though I can't remember if I posted them or had a post ready to send) where they were already in a metamorphosing stage, though the responsibility fell solely to the layer who would use crystallokinesis to feed an 'egg'. I didn't fully like the idea though mostly in retrospect, because it felt strange in the 'pulled out of my ass' kinda way, a method of child rearing that felt more obligated to use crystallokinesis as a primary source for feeding to sorta justify at the time the inherent power petrosapiens have towards crystallokinesis.

Instead, between then and now I fully connected the idea that crystallokinesis is less of a power and more of an extension of a petrosapien's nervous system, compression of quartz through the use of a more electrical based nerve network that happens to not distinguish between person crystals and the similar crystalline structures of Petropia. With this in mind and the new idea that petrosapiens have larvae, wouldn't it be so cool if the larvae had the typical Earth-like electrochemical nervous system of humans (or I suppose bugs here) that adapts to an electrical focused nervous system through the process of metamorphosis? Where the larvae creates it's petrosapien crystal skin by building a chrysalis and melting within it to create their new body?

Unlike my old headcanon where the layer had to remain with the egg and constantly feeding them with crystallokinesis, this larvae version can feed itself when provided and so long as the chrysalis is well protected, the moment metamorphosis stage takes place the parent(s) can have momentary reprieve from child rearing and better prepare themselves for the toddler/adolescent stage for their child. The little grub probably doesn't even eat crystals in the early stages of their larvaehood since eating crystals initially marks as the materials for chrysalis building before it becomes a nutritional food source. Instead the little grub might be feed plants and potentially animal products in order for it to inherit and develop the chemicals required to build a crystallovorous stomach and the acids used to break silica down into digestible nutrition.

That does mean that early child rearing is a little bit more functionally deadly towards the very crystalline parents, who have to legitimately watch so that their fingers aren't bitten off, but holding the little grub is easy when it's covered in silicone membrane. The larvae at this stage is a little bit more resistant to any crystallovorous plant secretions due to the polymers of it's membrane, as well as the higher diversity of oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon in it's body it has in comparison to adults or adolescents who've undergone metamorphosis, their innards becoming a more uniform silicone and their skin being the crystalline silicon many crystallovorous stomachs have adapted to eat.

It also means that the shape of a grub is also considered to be cute to a petrosapien. Things from caterpillars to maggots look so much more charming to a petrosapien's eyes that back on Petropia there would be a large proportion of pet owners having what would considered on Earth to have bugs for pets. In fact, a rather common form of pet Petrosapiens might have would be a large millipede/centipede like animal that would be the size approximate of a feather boa and often held that way too, because while they do not undergo metamorphosis, they look like a larval grub well into adulthood and are considered to be very cute for it. Pet owners with these pets who are also parents love to see their little larvae and their 'dog' getting along and would love telling their adolescent all the cute stories of the little grubs curled up against each other. Petrosapiens in the age of the Surface Craze might have had the opportunity to get a few baby pictures like that, and it would be considered very cute unless you were a human afraid of bugs or not personally a fan.

Petrosapiens on Earth might see the miniature bugs and explode with cuteness overload, others might fuck around and find out that they can make human-petrosapien hybrids Makarat you chupacabra you're lucky petrosapien kids aren't born with crystals pay child support to your human wife who birthed a grub-!

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[prentissluvr]

hiii hiiii !! ^_^ i'm here to ask about spn women >3> rotating them in my mind sooo hard and i wanna hear your thoughts on legit any of them if that's okaayy!!

any thoughts on bela? :> i love her dearrllyyy and i wish she'd been brought back at least once even as a demon!! thinking of writing au fics for her and anna bc my godddd they had sm potential T_T jo and cassie and ava too

and also also do you have any sapphicnatural ships? i get if shipping's not your thing but thought i'd ask ^3^ llyyyy!! ♡♡

- @deadgirlsam ^_^

hello sweetest lauren !! hehe i'd love love love to give my thoughts on themmm they probably won't make a ton of sense since i'm tired rn and have trouble remembering lots of details but that's okay LOL i'll just blab heheh

ALL THE THOUGHTS ON BELA !!! i love her so so sooooo so much !!! she was suchhhh an amazing character and GOD THAT WOULDVE BEEN THE BEST TO SEE HER AGAIN i think it would be SO interesting to see bela as a demon that's such a good idea!!! i loveddd seeing her in every episode, i loved her attitude and her wit and the times she was vulnerable and i loved that she was unapologetic!! i genuinely just enjoyed watching her so much. and of course she's just gorgeous <3

and jo!!!! jo is one of my favorite characters of all time tbh. first of all i just have such a huge crush on her and always think about lesbian-winchester-sibling!reader x jo ughhhh. i mean she's just such a readable and relatable and real character to me. her want to prove herself, her desire to be seen as adult and able to protect herself, but the fact that she's just just young. they all were, and i appreciate the way that she portrayed that. i love her wit too and i want to kiss her so so so so bad!!! she's just sweet and badass and realistic and imperfect and selfless and flawed in such normal(?) or maybe relatable ways that makes her character very appealing to me i guess. and obviously she likes girls hehehe!!

honestly cassie feels like so long ago because of my horrible memory but i really really enjoyed watching her as well!! i would really want to rewatch the episode she's in and give my thoughts then tbh <33 wanna show the love to the fullest!! i loved how realistic she was too; she didn't just go along with what dean said about the supernatural and i liked to see her search for the truth about everything and find it on her own terms. of course that totally fit with her being a reporter!

ava!! suuuuch a good character and i think her actress pulled her off so so well! manipulation on point i loveee manipulative women hehehehe once again, season one is difficult for me to remember LOL but i just love the trope of the "sweet scared innocent" girl using that to manipulate and be ruthless. she was super interesting to watch, again, great acting! and once again, i'd want to watch her character more lol

and gosh!! i'd love love love to see anything you write for anna or bela omgggg <33

i'm honestly not a huge shipper, i don't mind it or anything, but it's not something i focus on or thing about a lot. obviously samruby is literally sapphic to me but i also love the idea of annaruby!! too too good i just love anna so much actually.

ilytoooo hehe <3333

[seltzer-tastes-pretty-good]

Some other BF&GF headcanons bc they are rotating in my brain rn

-Boyfriend's beeping is a vocal stim for him when he isn't singing. He also sometimes goes semi-nonverbal, where he'll substitute normal words for it, leading a few to believe that's just how he talks normally. Girlfriend is pretty much the only person who understands him when he's like this as well. She picked up a couple meanings behind the beeping. "Beep Bo Baaah" means 'I'm hungry', for example.

-Girlfriend's stim is chewing on stuff. Blankets, shirts, her phone, you name it. The biggest victim of this, though, are pens and other art supply. It's not uncommon to see a splotch of ink on her teeth after biting just a little bit too hard on one of her drawing pens. Boyfriend's solution was to get her some stainless steel pens...but she ends biting through those too.

-GF spoils BF rotten whenever she can. Mostly with food and weird thrift store finds. Boyfriend's bedroom and basement contain a whole assortment of funny little trinkets and clothes that GF picked out and went, "Hm, yes, he will like this." and he always does.

-BF, of course, doesn't get along with either of GF's parents, with one exception; MM during her poker games. Mainly because he's a good way to distract everyone from the nineteen cards she has up her sleeves at any given moment. She invites him and GF over, they distract and annoy the other participants so she can cheat, then she buys them both one of those big soft pretzels with cheese dipping sauce.

-BF's parents, on the other hand, are actually on very good terms with GF and support the relationship. They don't visit together very often, because their a little too eager, and really want them to start planning out a wedding already. GF is very adamant that they somehow get their parents approval before they even mutter the W-word, lest her folks' wrath be upon several thousand innocent people.

-GF, when bored, will sometimes watch those Family Guy clips with Subway Surfer gameplay underneath for an hour or so. She knows it's garbage but, hey, it keeps her brain occupied.

-Despite not being able to cook anything that isn't a PB&J, GF is a huge fan of Cooking Shows, Hell's Kitchen being her favorite. Whenever she binges the show, she thinks 'ha, I can do better than these chumps'. Then proceeds to cause a kitchen fire. Every single time.

-if BF was ever sent to court, he'd immediately ask for the aid of Phoenix Wright, the video game character...then GF would suddenly make him real using her powers. Yep, that's a thing she can do. If he refuses to take the case, then they'll settle on Saul Goodman. Neither have seen the show, mind you, but they saw a lot of memes about it.

-Another power of GF is access to a personal pocket dimension. How do you think she gets those speakers anywhere she needs them? This is the same place she keeps her phone, her wallet and, on occasion, a few minions to back her up in a fight. It's more convenient than a wallet and she doesn't need to splurge on a dress with pockets. If someone really irritates her, she can also someone her speakers mid air to drop on someone as an attack.

-Both BF and GF are also very clingy and touch-starved. The two spend a lot of time cuddling. This is also why hand holding is so effective on helping him recover from an L.

[binch-i-might-be]

oh god. i cant. like. i have so many thoughts in my head rn. i need to choose just one to rant to you about. but my god. know i have SO MANY

and no bc i am constantly thinking about how they have to hide. how theyre so fucking in love but nobody can ever know. how their love is so fucking pure and sweet and yet nobody can ever see it, but the unhappy arranged marriages are flaunted for the world to see.

yk whats on my mind constantly? how nobody came to their wedding. because they couldnt. it would be too dangerous. not even the people who know. because it was already so dangerous, even when it was just them and the river and the stars.

and the LINE. "you can share your life with the man you love without fear and thats a luxury i will never have" lives in my brain. just constantly. like my god. you pulled out ALL the stops in that fic. that line tore me APART. like okay. what if i just sobbed.

god. im just. im cradling them in my hands. these poor poor boys.

- 🐥

give them to me ....... send them ALL 🌀

dude it literally rips me apart. that's one reason I'm so obsessed with the reincarnation au, because finally finally finally they get to hold hands and kiss and be silly and young and in love. they're constantly in each other's arms, touching at every chance, to make up for the 45 years they had to hide

NOBODY CAME TO THEIR WEDDING! it was just them and it was so special but. they didn't even have an officiant. because no one would have married them :(

THANK YOU. I loved that line, I loved that John was the one who got to say it to Martha. he needed that. he deserved that.

actually you mentioning the wedding and Martha reminded me of a little bonus fic taking place during Green Eyes that's been rotting in my drafts for like two years now, I'm gonna put a lil snippet under a cut!

yeah. cradling them kissing them tucking them in nice and tight and protecting them :(((

“Alex, dear, I- would you mind telling me a bit about that wedding of yours?” she said, brushing her thumb over a chip in the smooth porcelain cradled between her hands.

She had asked George about it after Alexander had left last night, but he hadn’t been able to tell her anything, either. He had not been present for it; on some level, she had been glad, even if that was petty, perhaps.

It was just hard for her, sometimes, to realise Alex felt he could be open with his father while he so obviously treaded on eggshells around her, even giving a warning every time he was about to mention the man he wanted to share his life with.

To know George hadn’t been involved in that wedding was a bit of a consolation.

Alex snapped his head up and regarded her with wide eyes. “Really?” he said, and there it was again, that guarded expression, as though he expected her to launch into a lecture about sodomy and the fate of his immortal soul any minute now.

Martha ignored the dull pang in her chest that came every time she was reminded her sweet little boy distrusted her on some level now, and forced a smile. It felt stiff on her face, and she knew she had raised a very sharp young man, so she hid it behind her cup.

“Yes, really. Of course, I have attended some weddings in my time, but I do think yours might have been very… special.”

Alex huffed a soft laugh and cut his gaze away, his eyes finding the gently shining ring on his finger instead, and a blissful little smile conquered his features. “You could say that.”

Well, that distraction had worked quicker than she would have thought.

“So?” she prompted, careful, and nudged her knee against her son’s thigh.

“Um,” he said and slowly turned his cup between his fingers, an old habit he had picked up from George, who liked to absentmindedly rotate everything from wineglass to teacup when he was lost in thought. “What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said, and Alexander chuckled. “The date?”

“June sixth,” he responded at once, smiling softly to himself.

“Oh, a summer-wedding? That must have been nice," she said in an attempt to show him he had nothing to fear right now, that he could be honest and open with her as he was with his father. "Your father and I got married when he was on leave in January. The snow was beautiful. Awfully cold, though."

Her first wedding had been in autumn, but Martha tended not to dwell on that chapter these days.

Alex snorted a laugh and took a sip of his tea; he wasn't tense, and he didn't seem suspicious of her intentions anymore.

It was a start, she thought.

"It was… a little different from your wedding, I think," he said. His eyes were so soft and happy, not even a trace of his earlier tears in sight, and Martha wished she could understand it all. What drew her son to that boy, and what drew Laurens to her son, and how they fit.

It just seemed so odd to her.

"How so?" she prompted gently after a beat.

Alex flushed a bit at that, didn't meet her eye. "Well, it was… private. Just the two of us, out under a tree at midnight. The- the moon was full that night. Cloudless sky." He took a slow breath, and his smile slipped a little, gained an almost sad note. Martha shuffled closer and squeezed his arm. "We went down to the river and said our vows under a willow."

He turned back to her, his smile returning full force. "It was perfect. There's not a single thing I would have changed."

Martha hummed, thoughtful. She couldn't help but wonder about the stricken look that had flickered across his features just now.

"You mean that, love?" she said, and Alex nodded, let his eyes slip back down to the ring he twisted around his finger–Martha had to bite back a fond smile at that gesture, something she herself had done for over twenty years now. Perhaps Alex hadn't only picked up his habits from his father, after all.

"What was that frown about, then?"