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[tallatonk]

Alone. He always ends up alone. From waking up to nothing but corpses to finally going home to see his son gone and the love of his life dead. He started his journey trapped on 2b2t and finishes it back there. He should have listened when he was told to never form attachments because now as he sits on a hill, with a rose bush behind him and his sons goggles sat on his head, he regrets everything and nothing at all. Alone he sits, finally letting tears shed, missing his family and friends. Missing an island that was so cruel yet so comforting. A place he thought he could finally call home. But the loneliness always wins. He always ends up alone.

[author-talla]

Do you ever wonder what's behind a mirror? Most of us would just assume that it's the wall and move on, but have you ever really looked in the mirror, and seen past it? I can tell you, it's not wall on the other side. If you've ever looked through the mirror, you should know that what's on the other side can see through too.

Heed my words: dispose of your mirrors the proper way, take them off your wall and remove the back, render them merely glass. No not allow windows to become doors, because for the most adventurous and dangerous, the two are one and the same.

[captain-talla]

Ellowari is a land of light and darkness. Small towns dot the vast plains and mesas to the northeast of the world. The sun shines brightly in the summer, allowing farms a bounteous harvest. Even in the brightest of days however, the entities that reside beyond the veil of reality threaten these lands. The people live spread out unlike anywhere else. The largest cities rival the smallest of Lemunian settlements. This land is not without industry however, as it is this place where the Barring gun was invented by the order of inquisition. The towns are an insular sort.

Because of the dispersed nature of the region, Ellowarians have nearly a thousand different cultures.

EDIT: Ellowari is a name for both the people, Ellowarians, and the region of Wellki where they reside.

[maple-tree-hills]

This is what Dionysius is like right? I've only read book 1.

Dionysius: I care about all the campers. -looks at smuggled writing on his hand- Peter Johnson, Annabelle Paste, Nick Angel, Lice Cast a Villian, Jaceon Pace, Talla Peace, Roger Undergrove, Claritin the Rules, Tiger Mr. Clean, Tank Tang, Theo Palpez, Pill Shoelaces, Ray Shell, and Haybell Levelcue.

[bucknastysbabe]

hear me out: jon whimpers and whines during sex and he makes the cutest faces AND he has a heavy praise kink. Can you write something about him👀??

He’s such a bitch I just know it and NEED IT Jon would prob cum after calling him lord stark of winterfell in bed and cry about it later

Anyways I haven’t written about my fav thing ever inna while ✨~BJS~✨ Sorry for the wait, enjoy❤️

Ratings: Explicit

Tags: Jon snow x free folk!reader, twinky baby virgin Jon, oral(m!receiving), praise kink, he’s a noisy pup, she’s loving IT, soft soft soft, poor jon has so many issues from Catelyn

The crow who cried wilding

“What’s little lord crow doin’ about my tent?,” the free folk woman asked. Her friend, Talla laughed harshly, biting into some sinewy rabbit leg. She retorted, “You haven’t noticed him mooning over you at all?” The other woman grinning, sharpening her knife with a whetstone. Her eyes flickered up to meet the crow’s dark orbs.

His eyes flicked down and he darted away towards Mance’s encampment. She licked her lips, concocting a plan. Turning to Talla she hummed, “I bet he sounds as pretty as a songbird.” The elder guffawed, adding on, “For a tough lad, he’s about green as they come huh?”

She snickered at her friend, imagining the young Lord Commander sniveling and biting his pouty lips under her thighs.

Later on that night, she was retiring to her tent. The free folk, or so deemed wilding had enjoyed mead and merriment for the night. They had a long haul tomorrow— get away from the abominations up north. When the woman ducked to enter the fur lined tent a voice interrupted.

“E-excuse me my lady,” the crow, Jon, stuttered. You could almost pinch his cute cheeks. He stood, eyes averting your gaze, shifting his weight from foot to foot. The wildling chuckled, “I ain’t a lady, what’cha need Lord Crow?” Jon’s freshly shaved cheeks blushed up nicely, plump lips opening to say, “I’ve seen you around, you’re a wonderful spear wife. I wanted to get to know you.”

Putting a hand on your hip, she amusedly smiled and gave the shy lad her name. He stammered, “T-that’s pretty!” Cocking her head she stated, “Well, did you come here to recruit me or get your cock wet? I don’t have all night!” Jon made a soft noise, gloved hand drawing tight on that strange sword. He seemed to be fighting in his head.

In a softer tone she added, “Yer’ not a true free folk if you haven’t broken alllll of the vows. C’mon I’ll be easy, (my lord).” The crow nodded and darted inside, like he was hiding a big secret. Must be a kneeler thing, so devout to their rules and the idea of loyalty. She smiled at his red cheeks, admiring the way he gently put the sword aside and clasped his hands, dark orbs watching the woman intensely.

She pulled off her copious amounts of furs, baring skin in the dark tent. Jon’s breath hitched, his leathers squeaking softly. The wildling purred, “Yer’ a pretty one for a crow. Not one of those old grizzled ones or plump third sons,” she crawled towards the man, “Better lips than most maids.”

The dark haired man whimpered softly, letting her take off his inky cloak. She cooed more praises, making his blood heat up in a way he had never felt. When she shucked down his breeches Jon moaned, “I-I’ve never.” He could see her teeth glinting in the lowlight as she chuckled, “I know sweet lord. Don’t worry about a thing. Jus’ testing the ice.”

He murmured breathlessly, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you, precious.”

Jon felt too hot again, her praises making his cock throb like crazy in the chilly air. He craved the compliments, made that aching hole created from his past tamp down. The spear maid wrapped a tough hand around his cock, pumping the strained flesh. Jon let out an agonized moan, biting down on his lip to be quiet.

She teased, “Can’t have anyone hear the Lord Crow crying like a bitch huh? S’okay we don’t care.”

She slid a thumb over his weeping tip, pressing her wind-bitten lips to his plump ones. Jon whined in his nose, opening up to her insistent pressure. Their mouths smacked together, Jon’s pathetic noises intermingling with her raspy sighs. He lapped at her tongue tentatively, beginning to pant from excitement. She returned the favor, allowing the kiss to get sloppier, wetter, messier.

He moaned into her heated embrace, soft lips already swelling from the pressure and her maddening little nips. Jon warbled her name when the wildling asked, “Ye’ ever got yer’ cock sucked, pretty little crow?” He shook his head dramatically, dark curls bouncing with the movement. She smiled and thumbed at the scars across his eyes, purring, “Yer in for some fun. I bet you cry pretty.”

Jon spasmed under her touch, begging with needy kisses and the subtle spread of his milky thighs. The bastard whined at the loss of her kisses, but quickly returned to ecstasy as she laid lush kisses down the hard, scarred lines of his body. One of her hands maddeningly stroked at the soft skin on Jon’s inner thighs.

She groaned lowly, lapping a fat stripe up Jon’s cock and continuing to dig into his weepy slit. Jon fell back like a chopped ironwood, calloused fingers digging into her crazy hair. He sucked in a breath, exhaling with the most wanton whine.

Pulling back slowly, she cooed, “Yess, that’s it baby crow, just let me take care of ye.”

She moved back to bob on his throbbing length, hollowing her cheeks and stroking the rest. The tent filled with lewd slurping, making the tips of Jon’s even flush up. He held back from shoving himself down the wildling’s throat, instead writhing in place. Jon rambled, “Others take me- s’good. You’re s’good.”

The spearmaid smiled around him, slurping up excess spit and suckling on the fat tip. The hand stroking him swirled right underneath the tip, making the Lord Commander shake and mewl. His brows were pinched, plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Jon knew he was getting close, body trembling and singing with pleasure. His lower belly was tight and getting tighter.

She pulled back again for a breath, breathlessly sighing, “Oh my sweet crow, I’m stealing you away fer’ myself. Can’t have such a pretty maid unprotected like this. All mine, boy.” Jon babbled, “Yes, yesyes, let me be yours! I’ll be good to you!” She hummed against his twitching cock, hot breath fanning out, “I know you will. Sweetie.”

When her perfect mouth enveloped Jon again he arched into the touch, whining even louder,

praising the woman in a broken crack. His thighs twitched, cock pulsed. When her lithe fingers pulled at Jon’s heavy balls he came apart with a elongated shout of her name. She pulled off and jacked his hot spend onto her belly, praising Jon again. She cooed, “There we go, got ye all relaxed huh? My baby is always gonna feel good.”

Jon whimpered, blinking away tears. He warbled, “You will always have me?” The wilding whispered with a gentle kiss, “Always sweet crow.” She wiped away his spend carefully, smiling and leaving more praises and pet names. Jon floated happily, sighing in pleasure, clinging to the powerful woman.

[igglemouse]

YEP!

So that SOTD was a little different. I was going to write more but wanted to sleep on it, so you know I'm up to my now usual mischief and chaos.

My Bday is tomorrow! This is big news because usually since my bday is early in the year I re-evaluate my new years resolutions and I guess that includes ones for my simblr.

The thing is. I started this legacy around October and despite going at the fastest pace I possibly can (I don't have as much free time as I used to) it's still so far away like...Gen 2 would be starting years from now literally at my pace. And thats if everything goes perfectly fine, i take no breaks or RL doesn't slow me down which is impossible nowadays. It would have been impossible to finish a generation this year unless I could freeze time and unfortunately I can't do this!

So to keep this post short-ish. I'm reinventing myself. I want to take the wise advice of a dear friend whose simblr I adore who suggested I focus on one heir.

I went from 5 to 3....I'm not sure how I even did 5 and I was progressing through them better, guess I just had more time then.

I thought this legacy would be THE chosen one. I was very excited to continue it but at the same time like...yeah...it's partly why I took a break the start of this month. I burned myself out trying to up the pace and it didn't help I was sick for a little too.

So what I want to do is something new and change the style, change my own person expectations. If it's better I'll continue with it and we'll see how things are paced and we'll go from there.

As for Maria, Talla, Araceli...they are on pause right now. I have some ideas on how to continue things with them but I want to see how things play out with this new idea.

For those that continue to go along these crazy rides with me and stick with me each time, seriously thank you! I know when it comes to legacies on here its rare any get finished so I shouldn't feel bad to potentially end another one but I still do every time especially because it's been years since I've actually finished a single generation so I do apologize for hyping you all up again for not much of anything.

But hey, maybe I'll actually finish a generation this year!? That's still the goal even if it isn't the one I started the year with again 😭

I've posted thousands of posts over the years and these are always the hardest to post...

[historia-vitae-magistras]

🎮 🎻 🚫 🍔 for my north american trio

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your OC's favourite hobbies?

Mari - I've always had a very enlightenment-era baby intellectual bent to her. So, reading and participating in literary culture and criticism over time returned to Juana Inés de la Cruz. There's a mix of her old-school education and folk culture in her love and talent for art. She's got a real knack for beekeeping, too.

Alfred - Lives and dies by his love of math and engineering; he was getting twitchy with the lack of Calculus right before Isaac Newton got on that shit finally, so he became an eternal tinkerer. He loves a good drive and a sky-watching session.

Matt - Woodworking, gardening, hiking.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? What is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

In childhood, Maria played the vihuela and baroque guitar and later picked up the bajo de uña and the resulting base guitar. I don't know why I associate her with a drumset, but I like that mental image for some reason, too. She's excellent on all of them.

Alfred is one of those types who skipped from hobby to hobby to hobby as a child and has picked up practically every instrument at some point or another. He played the fucking church organ sometimes, especially when he was feeling weird about religion.

Matt - He's pretty goddamn good on a fiddle, and he can hold a tune, but most of his music is meant for some type of work and the folk scenes are pretty disparate so it's kind of hard to nail down a specifically Canadian musical instrument that hasn't been by and large surpassed by the US.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? Do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Mari - She does mostly beer with some harder alcohol, I think. Not very high consumption; she strikes me as more of a social drinker on special occasions. She can party, but I think she has some pretty hard limits on anything more than the very mainstream.

Alfred - He flies between teetotaller and binge drinker, like that with most things. He can go years with just drinking, but my man likes his stimulants, alas. But the very functional kind. He can

Matt - He would rather not be sober in general.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? Which one do they prefer?

Mari is pretty good at both but doesn't do it as much as people might think. She's been a very urbanized society for a very long time and various kinds of communal cooking. She knows the best places for Pescado a la talla or who makes the best tlacoyos in the tianguis nearest her primary home but all over the place. I don't know if she'd prefer one or the other. A thought I had is that some of her best cooking exploits are for herself. She participates in a communal culture where cooking and baking are the realm of women in many ways, so being alone in the kitchen and experimenting with her own arroz con leche or barbacoa varieties is an almost self-care ritual she holds.

Alfred - Def more of a cook than a baker. He can bake when he wants to; it's just following the steps of a recipe, but he could be more motivated by domestic things for their own sake. He will cook and bake when people are over, and people are often surprised at the quality of what makes it onto the table. He can eat seven-layer salad and jello monstrosities at a Southern or Midwest table or pull out a Napa Valley salad and wine pairing much to the ire of the old world. Food is one of the few things his hyper-individualism has yet to completely destroy.

Matt - Surprisingly good baker and cook, but not really anything anyone would write home about. Except maybe bread, he bakes a lot of bread and has had a freakishly high consumption of it since the 18th century, so archeologists can tell the bones from the New Englanders who ate a lot more corn. Not exactly internationally renowned for anything except poutine and weed scones, though, rest in pieces. If you've ever eaten anything you thought was pretty good at the time but will never ever think about again, that's Matt in the kitchen, except when he busts out the rye bread but even then no one will really believe he made it.

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[witch-oftheflowers]

I'll update as I go!

🔞- smut or violence.

🌟- dark fic

Besides that, everything will mostly be fluff writing. I do have TW in the beginning of my stories!

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[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Is that mine?

Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Pairing: Thy'lek Shran x fem! human Reader Words: 2.2K Prompt: Child  stealing parent's clothes. Summary: The reader come back home only to find that apparently some of their clothes have changed ownership…. A/N: Man, I've recently been writing so much Star Trek, I could just rename myself to a Star Trek fanfiction account. I have absolutely no idea of Andori, however in a dictionary I found it said that a challorn is a very sweet-smelling flower. I found there the pronouns and labels regarding parents or children I also kind of feel like, that Shran got a bit OOC, so, sorry I guess?

A gust of icy wind rustled her winter coat open one last time before Y/N closed the door behind her with a soft snort.

As soon as the cold wind from Andor no longer touched her, she shook herself as if to throw off the cold. Snowflakes hung in her hair and she felt as if her fingers were frozen off despite her gloves. One would think that after three years she would finally have got used to this eternal, bloody cold, but this was not the case. Disgruntled, she trudged over to the dressing area to slip off the heavy boots she had to wear all year round,

She didn't want to sound rude. While she hated nothing more than cold, which was why Andor was perhaps not the ideal place to live, it did have its benefits. Her work, for example, which she loved more than anything. The culture and language of the Andorians. Or-

"You're home already, challorn." Warm hands stroked the back of her neck before helping her out of her coat. A small smile spread across her features as she was greeted by one of the two main advantages of why she endured on this planet. The hands took the thick coat and hung it on the coat rack. "I've been gone for eight day. I thought you'd be happy to see me, Th'se." She turned, only to look into Shran's face, which had such a gentle expression on it that an outsider might not even have recognised him as the commander of the Imperial Guard. Smirking, he raised his hand and brushed some snowflakes out of her hair, before I leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her lips. "I did." He smirked again. "It's been years and you still can't pronounce it quite right."

Grumbling, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'll do my best, Thy'lek. However, I'm happy to call you something else if it bothers you so much. Baby, perhaps." She had to suppress a grin, knowing how much the Andorian hated that nickname. A fact she had to agree with him on. Y/N had never understood why so many people insisted on giving their lovers a nickname that also described an infant. Shran growled softly and placed his fingers under her chin. "You know how much I detest that word in that regard." His expression softened and he smirked slightly. "Besides, your pronunciation is most endearing, challorn." He leaned forward slightly and gently placed his warm lips on her cold ones. A comforting shiver ran through her and she closed the distance between them, bathing herself in his warmth. Thy'lek chuckled softly at her action and leaned his forehead against hers. "Can it be that you are cold, love?"

She murmured softly only wrapping her arms around him tighter. "Stupid cold. Stupid snow."

"It's not that cold yet. Just wait until winter comes." Glowering, she stared up at him. "Stupid cold-resistant Andorians."

"And I assumed you'd come to appreciate me," he murmured in her ear. Satisfied, Shran watched as goose bumps spread over her, clearly visible.

"But only because you're so nice and warm. Would have thought you were cold." He laughed and ran his hand through her hair. Again she shivered, but this time not with satisfaction but with cold. On closer inspection, he noticed that her clothes had become wet, despite the thick winter clothing.

"Come." Gently he took her by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom. "You need a hot bath to warm you up again." She hesitated. "What about Talla?" Shran opened the door to the bathroom. "She sleeping right now. She was so excited to see you, she couldn't sleep the whole night." Y/N's heart melted at the thought of her little girl, however her thoughts wandered elsewhere, when he knelt in front of the edge of the basin and turned on the tap. Suggestively, she raised her eyebrow and let her cold fingertips wander over the back of his neck. Shran closed his eyes briefly to suppress the chill and other emotions that were rising. "Is there something you want to tell me, Th'se?" He swallowed once before standing up and turning quickly to pull her to him. "Not today, I'm afraid, challorn," he murmured into her neck where his warm skin gave her goosebumps again. "Talla is in the next room. Besides, I want you to clean up and warm up."

"Surely you could help with the latter. Besides you said, she's asleep." He just laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Enjoy your bath. I'll take care of dinner." Y/N blew him a kiss. "Love you."

He just smiled before leaving the bathroom and leaving her to herself.

With an agonised groan, she peeled herself out of the clammy clothes and dropped them carelessly on the floor. She would have more than enough time to put them away properly later. She closed the tap and slowly dipped her foot into the water. Spasmodically, she tried to suppress a silent scream. On her cold skin, the warm water felt like lava, yet Shran would break down the door, a weapon in each hand, if she cried out.

So she gritted her teeth and allowed herself to be submerged in the tub bit by bit, a little at a time, getting used to the temperature difference.

It took a while, but when her body finally stopped rebelling against the sudden warmth, she gave a contented sigh and let herself sink deeper into the tub. She was aware that she would have to escape from this cosy warmth at some point, but at that moment she was perfectly content to stay in her personal little world. Unfortunately, the peace did not last long. A knock made her flinch, causing a little water to spill over the edge of the tub. "Momma? Are you in there?"

Y/N grew even warmer and would have loved to have jumped out of the bath immediately, ripped open the door and taken her daughter into her arms. However, she knew she would have to boil in the hot water for at least another ten minutes to avoid catching a cold or worse, so she only replied with a" Yes, Zhri'za. I'm in here."

"When are you coming out? I've missed you." She could imagine all too well that Talla's eyes were the size of plates by now and her heart broke at Talla's words. "Darling, I just got into the bath."

"Please?" came the childish plea from behind the door and Y/N could almost see Talla's little antennae drop down in her mind's eye. She sighed soundlessly.

Actually, she had never thought about children. With her job, it wasn't really easy either. To be honest, she had long ago resigned herself to never having children. However, her heart didn't seem to have been paying attention when she decided to fall in love with an Andorian. As a bonus, there was an ice planet and a small baby.

At first she had been sceptical. She as a mother? She hadn't even been able to keep her cacti alive, how was she supposed to look after a small child?

When she had held Talla in her arms for the first time, she had feared for her life. She knew how devotedly Shran loved his daughter. But he had only assured her that she needn't worry too much, and in the end he had been right.

Nothing had happened to Talla and it had been very cute when she had snuggled up to Y/N. But finally, she had found her heart. But she had finally lost her heart to the little Andorian when she had gripped Y/N's fingers tightly with her big little fists and started to explore Y/N's body with her little feelers.

"I'll be out of this tub in ten minutes. When I'm done changing, we can do something together." A soft whimper came from outside the door. "But it'll take so long. I haven't seen you in weeks." Once again, she felt her heart start to crack a bit and she almost gave in and rushed outside to hug her little girl and never let go as footsteps came closer. "Zhei," Shran's voice sounded admonishing, yet still gentle. "Your mother is exhausted. Why don't you give her these few minutes?"

"But I missed her." Talla's voice sounded sad, defeated. The footsteps came closer and she could see in her mind's eye Shran lifting the child and rocking her back and forth. "Me too. And you're about to have a lot of time to spend with her. However, she needs to warm up her pink body first. After all, she is so fragile unlike us."

"Hey," she protested, however her laughter could be clearly heard. "Take your time," Shran returned and left her to her own devices, taking Talla with her. She had clearly heard how much he had had to stifle another comment because Talla had been standing next to him.

She tried to take her time. But from the moment she heard Talla's voice, she could think of nothing but taking her little girl in her arms and hugging her tightly. Another sigh escaped Y/N as she reached for the soap and began to soap her hair.

Within no time, she had got out of the bath, drained the water from the tub and slipped on the clothes Shran had left at her door.

He was truly a different person at home.

Y/N opened the door and hurried down the corridor, hoping not to look too needy, but failed. When she arrived in the living area, Talla was currently squatting on the floor, colouring on a piece of paper. In the background, she heard noises coming from the kitchen. Her eyes focused on Talla again when something caught her eye. She tilted her head.

"Is that mine?"

Talla wheeled around. "Momma!" She jumped up and stumbled over to Y/N on her short legs. The latter leapt forward to stop Talla from greeting the ground with her face, but she hardly seemed to notice as she was already wrapping her small arms around Y/N's neck and burying her face in her neck. Y/N laughed softly and walked over to the sofa with the small child in her arms. Subconsciously, she noticed how Talla began to feel her face with her antennae, as if to reassure herself that she was really back. All at once she felt her shoulder getting wet and the little Andorian girl began to tremble. She was crying.

"Hey, sweetie." Chuckling, she rubbed Talla's back hoping to calm her down. "It's okay, shhhh. I'm here, everything's fine." Talla's voice was thin and quiet as she breathed into Y/N's ear," I missed you, Momma. Please don't go away for so long again, please." In response, she only pulled her tighter into her arms. Unfortunately, she couldn't promise anything. After all, Earth could always demand a few reports from her.

All in all, Talla needed almost five minutes before she calmed down again. Her breathing became steadier and deeper and Y/N noticed that her jumper was no longer soaked. And while she was on the subject of jumpers....

"Say Zhri'za, isn't that the jumper Malcolm sent me a while ago?" Talla straightened up and looked to the side sheepishly. This allowed her a better look at the piece of clothing and it was indeed hers. Malcolm had sent her a package for her birthday recently, which had been full of some ridiculous item to keep a person warm. It had become a tradition between her and the Brit to send each other "ridiculous" gifts, or ones that made them laugh or smile. Sometimes, however, only to the amusement of the other. She would never forget the horrified look on Malcolm's face when she had given him a shirt with George Washington printed on it with the words "Too cool for British rule". In return, he had given her a blue jumper with a bug on the front, which Talla was now wearing.

Talla crossed her arms in front of her chest and defiantly returned, "I missed you. So I needed something from you. So it's actually your fault, Momma." Inwardly, Y/N rolled her eyes in amusement. Talla was very much Shran's daughter. Just as stubborn. Just as convinced of being right. At least she hadn't started running around with knives in her hands, even if Y/N knew Shran would like her to.

"Of course you do." Her voice dripped with amusement, but Talla took no notice of it, having now decided to tell her mother everything she had missed in the past few days, not several weeks as Talla said. So while she listened to her daughter, she couldn't help but think how absolutely cute she was in this far too large jumper. The sleeves were double, almost triple too long and the hem of the garment dragged on the floor like an evening gown. How Talla managed not to slip out of this garment, she did not know. What she did know, however, when she asked Talla to give her the jumper back a few hours later and she refused, was that she would have to ask Malcolm for a second jumper.

[love4-bunny]

Hey hi i am absolutely obsessed on your power swap au, have you been thinking of writing/ drawing something?

Btw! Could you tell us more about it? Is anything you have in that amazing head of yours that wasn't shared yet? Because i am personally going insane over somethings!!!

Like, does Saiki somehow discover her powers? If yes, how?

Does Teruhashi, our beloved, try to take attention out of him to try and make him like her?

How does she start to like him? You said he fell first??? How???? Shut i love this AU, if you want to write, i am all for it

Anon cuz i am kinda shy

-Talla

Thank you, you are sweet 🌷. I made a post about it and don't plan to draw at least until I have the want to do it. I want to write something now that people liked the idea, in fact, I have other Au that I was writing for the sake of it. I am not exactly in fandoms spaces actively so maybe people don't see him the way that I see him, but that's the fun, doesn't it? Don't worry about the anon, is fine with me while is not mean things. (Twitter war flashbacks jajajaj)

[oimoi-op]

Rewatching The Orville rn (I'm on "Mad Idolatry"), and I know this has been talked about with media many times, but it's annoying how many sci-fi series create entire planets that have only one culture and/or religion. I understand that's it's simpler from a writing standpoint, and there's some logic behind the idea that worlds capable of space travel would be less culturally diverse due to the sheer amount of energy they'd have to produce, but every single world having one planet-wide culture just seems unlikely, especially when humans are often portrayed as still having different cultures that just adhere to some "universal" societal norms.

With Kandar 1 in "Mad Idolatry," this isn't too much of an issue in my opinion as the themes being explored require a singular planet-wide culture, but the series' depiction of alien worlds and cultures overall isn't too different: all Krill follow the Ankhana and believe in Avis, all (male) Moclans are run by the same patriarchal government and uphold the same cultural norms, etc., whereas humans still have different cultures (as implied in "Command Performance," when John makes a joke about how white guys "can go to Compton long as the black guy says it's cool" that Alara, being Xeleyan, doesn't get). There are still intra-planetary cultural conflicts, like female Moclan activists vs. the male Moclan society and like the Reformers vs. the followers of the Dorahl religion in "If the Stars Should Appear," but these are still very black-and-white struggles with only two well-established sides that you don't often find in the real world (there are many different subsets of feminism, the Protestants had split into many different groups shortly after the Reformation, etc.).

I don't think every alien world should just be a re-skinned Earth, obviously, but I think this trend weakens the writing's effectiveness. The Krill don't stand out as much (outside of being very religious) when they're just as culturally homogenous as almost every other major alien species in the series. The show still has hints of diverse cultures on a single planet (e.g. Talla's entire family is said to pursue military careers while Alara's family looks down on that career path, showing not all Xeleyans fall into the latter mindset), but these are few and far in between.

I just think it would be more interesting and compelling if these alien cultures were depicted as more diverse within their own planet's norms. Like, what if the Krill had other religions? What if there was active ideological conflict between adherents of Avis? The series in general is critical of organized religion (totally fine creative choice, especially for a Star Trek homage—Roddenberry himself wanted TOS to be more critical of religion), but all depictions of religion are portrayed as homogenous and comparable to Roman Catholicism's imperialistic history specically, such as when Admiral Ozawa literally uses the term "holy crusade" when talking about the Krill's religion. The criticisms, then, feel somewhat hollow as there aren't diverse depictions of religion whereas in the real world there are countless different faiths and belief systems even within the same religions.

Again, I get that part of this trend comes from a desire to keep the writing simpler so that it doesn't become convoluted, but the flaws are hard for me to ignore. Hopefully the show gets renewed and that, in future seasons, the writers explore this more.

[tallatonk]

fit stuck in corpse pit fic, hot fresh off the grill!!!

i haven't written in so long so this gave me a little anxiety. but its finished!!! please give some love or i will cry

[author-talla]

To the person by the fountain.

To the person I saw by the fountain as I stood outside my last class. I forgot to tell you I liked your style. I forgot to say how beautiful you looked in that dress with your pink hair. I wish I had. Does it make it better if I was distracted writing at the time? What I wrote was ugly and crude, it wasn't nearly as beautiful as you.

I try to put what I think on the page, but it doesn't capture what I feel. I can't tell you all that, you'd get bored of my rambling. Or would you? Would you hear it all and laugh? Not at me but with me? Would my approach be met with fear or disgust? Or would you see me as me? Could you see me as me? After all, you don't know me.

I'm such a forgetful thing sometimes.

[captain-talla]

In the mountains to the south, the priest-monks of the Garrisi people are integral to the culture.

The smiths forge armor of blue steel, which before being worn must be blessed with the red painted sigils to be sure of the antimagical properties of the steel.

Farmers consult the monks about where to put new fields for better harvests, lest the goddess Visya abandon their fields to rot.

Warriors often visit the monasteries to pray for greater prowess to defend their lands.

Seldom do the Garrisi leave their lands, though when they do the people of Lemunia and of Ellowari tend to be welcoming, even despite the religious differences the Lemunians have with them. The Mariners of Inksea tend to scoff at the spirituality of the Garrisi, but accept their coin all the same.

[lindsaybob]

For the fandom asks, tell me about 7 - your favourite episodes! And also 5 please.

I’ve been putting this ask off for ages because I’m finding it really difficult! I’m so bad at choosing favourites.

I’m starting with 5, because it’s a little easier. “Favourite song, album, or artist to listen to this year.”

Well, as usual Taylor Swift came top on my Spotify Wrapped, so I’m going to go ahead and say she was my favourite artist to listen to this year. However, I discovered a few new artists/songs that I really enjoyed towards the end of the year, via the Spotify radio function, including Betty Who and Gatlin. I listened to “Wanna Be” and “What If I Love You” many, many times in November/December and I’m still listening to them now.

I also rediscovered my love of K’s Choice, who are a band I used to listen to all the time but hadn’t really listened to at all for years until earlier this year. They released a live album a few years ago that is essentially a ‘greatest hits’ concert and I listened to that a LOT this year.

Also, honourable mention for “Hold My Hand” by Jess Glynn for giving me an idea that inspired me to start writing fanfic again (even if the fic may never actually be finished, as the most important scene seems determined to stay stubbornly in my head rather than let me put it in the document with the rest of the fic…). It isn’t a song fic, but that’s definitely where the idea came from and I’ve listened to the song a lot while writing it.

Now onto the really difficult one - “Favourite TV show episodes of the year.”

I’m not going to limit this to shows that actually released new episodes in 2022, but I AM going to limit it to shows/episodes I watched for the first time in 2022, because if we get into all the rewatches I started, or the earlier seasons of longer running shows, we’ll be here all day.

So, we’re looking at the second half of Prodigy season 1, Strange New Worlds, Lower Decks season 3, Picard season 2, The Orville season 3, Discovery season 4, The Librarians, The X-Files season 11.

The X-Files season 11 and Picard season 2 were both raging dumpster fires, so no favourite episodes there. Prodigy I really enjoyed as a whole, but no particular episodes really stood out to me as favourites. Same with Discovery season 4.

Strange New Worlds is so difficult to choose favourite episodes for, partly because I loved the whole show much and also because some of my favourite individual scenes are in episodes that I wouldn’t choose as my favourite overall (e.g. the breakfast scene in ‘All Those Who Wander’). I don’t think it will surprise anybody who’s been paying attention to this tumblr if I say that my favourite episode is probably ‘Ghosts of Illyria’. I also really enjoyed the pilot, ‘Strange New Worlds’, ‘Memento Mori’ and ��Spock Amok’. (Does it really count as choosing favourites if you name 40% of the episodes that exist at this point…?)

Along with SNW, The Librarians was probably the best new thing I watched last year, even though it’s actually coming up on 10 years old. For favourite episodes at this point I’m going with ‘The Loom of Fate’, ‘The Hollow Men’, ‘The Point of Salvation’, ‘The Happily Ever Afters’, ‘The Trial of the Triangle’, ‘The Wrath of Chaos’, ‘The Silver Screen’, and ‘The Echoes of Memory’. I don’t think I’ve done too badly to narrow it down that much, given that I watched all four seasons in about a month! Many episodes I’ve still only watched once, so some of my favourites will almost definitely change on rewatches.

Lower Decks, I particularly enjoyed the season premier, ‘Grounded’, as well as ‘Mining the Minds Mines’ and ‘Crisis Point 2: Paradoxus’.

That leaves me with The Orville season 3, which I loved! Favourites were probably ‘A Tale of Two Topas’, ‘Twice in a Lifetime’ (even though it made me angry) and ‘Domino’. With honourable mentions for the scenes in ‘Future Unknown’ where Ed comes to talk to Kelly, Claire and Talla while they’re drunk and when Claire tries to make Ed help her choose a dress, and the presence of Dolly freaking Parton!

This was more information than you wanted, wasn’t it @the-lady-general? 😂

[realjennyrae]

Hauata Family Rotation 3:

One of the best parts of having a large, diverse household is that everyone has their own ways to contribute. On days where everyone’s not working, they tend to be furthering their skills in their hobbies and paying extra attention to both Gracie and Keola Hauata Talla. In the mornings, Ukupanipo Talla is normally found cooking breakfast and gourmet pet food for Gracie. Liberty Lee spends some time developing her handiness skill by repairing things around the house and making sculptures, while Lia Hauata writes books for extra income. Duane Talla likes to spend his days fishing, and everyone also is sure to care for Keola. Lia played a few games of chess with him after school, and Ukupanipo tucked him in to bed at the end of the night.

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