#that is what rl subjects are for

[street-corner-felines]

Zero Day Director commentary - With actor Andre Keuck

[randomnameless]

That is racist of Dheginsea. Othering the children who aren’t responsible for their parents choices and demonizing them so they have no place to go, and so those children end up with resentment to the Laguz for the way they’re othered and treat. Not to mention it wouldn’t stop Laguz from willingly being with a Beorc despite the consequences, which further leads to both sides hating the other. Of course the narrative of how both sides wrote history to say they alone are descended from the Zunanma rather than admit both are closely related sub species itself furthers the othering as well, as it means there’s no reason to view the other species as deserving to exist when they’re the Goddess chosen people.

I think Dheginsea at least meant well, but he never truly considered the idea that his actions to preserve his species at the cost of a new species(as that’s what the Branded are) caused the same problems he feared for an even smaller minority.

No pbs anon!

That's why I really really really hate the Tellius situation, it's a "divide by 0" equation where no matter what, some people will be screwed at the end.

And that's the issue!

Of course protecting a minority from being persecuted is an obvious step on a path to protect everyone - but it's the ultimate railroad dilemna where you have to choose who is going to be rolled over.

Sadly I've tried to find the chapter from which the Misaha quotes were ripped off on SF but it's not from the endgame?

It's those lines :

"Misaha: All of the apostles have borne this brand. It is our greatest secret. The senators must never know. Because of this brand, I thought that I had been born of some great sin. It plagued me always. Guilt tore at me every day as I hid my mark from my people, deceiving them constantly about my true nature. Lehran: Oh, child...how can I apologize to you? Misaha: And yet, now that I’ve met you, I understand. There is no shame in my heritage. None at all. I will not live in hiding. I will reveal to the world that I am one of the Branded. They must see there is no shame in who I am."

Misaha thinks she was born from a "great" sin because of her brand, most likely hearing the stories of Deghinsea about brandeds being "parentless" children and "sins against the goddess".

But why is Lehran apologising here?

Is he apologising because he participated in that lie, or more twisted- Lehran apologises because if Misaha has a brand and cannot pass as a beorc in Begnion, it's because of "him" for not being a beorc? Is Lehran actually apologising for being born a laguz?? For befriending Altina and getting their first kid?

Granted, when Lehran has his breakdown because of chaotic energies before making the decision to erase both Laguz and Beorcs, it goes like this :

Dheginsea: “You, who have lost your birthright?”

Misaha: “And yet, now that I’ve met you, I understand. There is no shame in my heritage. None at all.”

Ashera: “In deference to you, I will place my faith in your kind one last time.”

Altina: “You… are the gentlest soul of them all, my sweet Lehran…”

Lehran: “Why? Why did I lose my power? Why? Why was my tribe stolen? Why, why, why?”

More than 800 years later, Lehran is still "not over with" losing his powers. Lehran who is kind and gentle, but who wants to help - loses his birthright, he cannot fulfill his promise to Ashera anymore - thus cannot help - his descendant is proud to be, well, his descendant - but he cannot help/save her (as if he had the possibility anyways!) because he lost his powers - and Deghinsea who inadvertently (I think Deg had no malicious intent here) reminds him that he is powerless...

Imo, it encapsulates everything - there is nothing wrong about Laguz and Beorc accepting each other, but why the fuck Laguz lose their powers? ?

As for the lie in itself and crossbreeding...

What do you mean by "weren't taught properly"?

That's precisely the point of that lie, the truth, if taught to the world, would be unearable for both Laguz and, to a lesser extent, Beorcs. Like, telling the truth to Laguz? "Don't fuck Beorcs or you will end up losing your abilities forever" ? But for Beorcs it's just "you're free to fuck Laguz, you'll create another being with superpowers and cripple the laguz that way!"

(also, I think it is most likely taught around, there's the joke UST between Elincia and Tibarn, and Bastian cockblocks Tibarn because they remember this tale?)

Yes, each side think they are the ones who descend from the Zunama - instead of learning the truth of how they "both" descend from the Zunama, but if both sides try to return to, idk, Zunama roots and the original "we were both one" myth, well, one side loses all of its powers, while the other get away scot-free.

So, are they that "closely related" as sub-species as they are supposed to be, in one species "dies" when it breeds with the other? We know they are, as they both descend from the same "ancestor/species", but the result of the two breeding says the inverse.

Of course the lie wouldn't stop Laguz and Beorcs who like each other a lot to live together and get kids, but the Branded's sheer existence, regardless of Deghinsea's words and edicts, is something of an anathema to Laguz, as we see with Vika and Miccy's base convo :

Micaiah: You always run away from me… Did I do something to offend you? Vika: No, I’m so sorry. I can’t explain why this happens. I get so jumpy around you. There’s just… something about you. Micaiah: Oh… Vika: Oh, but please don’t be sad! It’s not you. It’s me. I get… confused… sometimes. I really admire you, and then I get a bizarre feeling, and… Micaiah: It’s all right. Sorry to bother you. Vika: …No. Wait. Micaiah: Hm? Vika: I want to overcome this. I don’t like that I feel I must avoid you for some inexplicable reason.

Why Laguz, in general, feel Branded are people "they must avoid"?

Is it because to Laguz, even subconsciously, a branded's existence means one of them "died"? Or in a more metaphysical sense, because Brandeds herald the end of the Laguz race (because if more brandeds are born, it means more laguz "die" ?)

Misaha didn't only want to end injustices and racism against the Branded, she wanted to stop racism in Begnion against Laguz (thus by proxy, against Brandeds).

In conclusion, Deginshea's lie created discriminations against Brandeds, but I think it's more nuanced than a general "to protect one race he put another under the bus".

When Soren goes :

Hate… That I could understand. This was denial. They made me feel like I wasn’t supposed to exist at all. That my simply being alive was an affront to the world.

It's painful to read, because no one should ever think they shouldn't have been born, or their mere existence is "an affront to the world".

Tibarn puts it this way, talking about "an old song" :

It is said that the goddesses forbid laguz and beorc to procreate. If a couple breaks the taboo, the punishment is dealt to the laguz parent. She or he loses the power of the laguz and becomes something that does not belong to either species.

Deghinsea created the "taboo" and the decree, but he wasn't the one who created the "punishment".

Heck, the punishment is the reason why the "taboo" was created, to reduce the number of "punished" people, but also, and maybe, to find a reason why those "punishments" are given?

The sitation becomes unbearable : we have people who are shunned hated and at times even killed for "existing", and we have people who "die"/lose their abilities/are "punished" automatically when the first people mentionned start to exist (iirc Almedha lost her powers when she became pregnant).

For what it's worth, per Nasir, both Beorcs and Laguz came to accept the concept of Deginshea's decree :

Nasir: Even so, the taboo was broken several times over the next few decades. Usually no child was conceived, but when there was, it was swiftly covered up. The parents soon learned what it meant to bear a child who possessed both laguz and beorc blood. After they learned of the consequences, none of these parents ever rejected the edict forbidding it.

Of course comes the obvious question of did anyone even thought about asking a Branded their opinion on that decree ? Miccy is part of that conversation too, and reacts when "honor killings" of brandeds are mentionned.

But afaik, we don't have Miccy's pov about that edict - after this conversation - and the game sure as hell doesn't want her to talk to Lehran (all of his convos are reserved for Sanaki!) - whose fault is it that Lehran lost his powers, thus direct line to the goddess, thus will to live? Hers because she was born (or her ancestor's)? His, for loving Altina? Whose fault is it that Brandeds are shunned? Deghinsea, who made that decree, or Laguz in general who can sense what they are and see through them the extinction of their race, or an unfair "punishment" from whoever ?

As always, with complicated questions, Ike is nowhere to be seen, but even without Ike, what would be the best solution?

Of course, stop persecuting and denying the existence of Brandeds would be a good start.

And then?

When Laguz and Beorcs will argue againt about something stupid, reject coexistence because, to Beorcs, Laguz are beings that "stop existing" as soon as they shag? And to Laguz, who will feel cosmically "cheated" because they are the only ones who receive "punishment" from miscegenation, to the point of thinking maybe Beorcs are really the superior race?

It's why Lehran's tale is so sad, he wanted coexistence but was punished for it by his very own world - why did he lose his powers?

What kind of solution can be found in a world that pushes for equality between races, but also reveals when they coexist, only one race is "punished"?

That's why I mentioned the divide by 0 equation -

The Tellius equation has no solutions.

[haasegawa]

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[pynkhues]

Hi!! This is so random but I am having my 1st ever team meeting today and I’m soo soo anxious. Would love some words of encouragement and advice if you don’t mind ♥️♥️

Hi! Ah! How exciting for you, anon! Team meetings can be a lot of things, but at their best they can be great for communication and relationship-building, particularly when you're starting out at a new job or with a new team. I don't know if I have any advice exactly, but just going in ready to listen and be engaged with the discussion (and being engaged doesn't have to mean verbally contributing, it can and does mean hearing and responding to other people's contributions) is always a good place to start.

Oh! And if there are people you don't know in the meeting, introduce yourself! It sounds like such a simple thing, but you'd be surprised how many people might suddenly appear in team meetings and others don't know who they are, particularly in larger organisations. Taking the time to introduce yourself not only is polite, but can also provide the space for others to introduce themselves and talk to you which can help you to build up work relationships, both in a professional sense, and in terms of making some work friends. :-)

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: I Want to Believe

Stephen King: hey did you hear that thomas wrote an x files episode? Barker: what? which one? King: oh i think King: i think it was called King: 'thomas ligotti is from outer space' or something Barker: Barker: yeah i don't think it was called that

King: i heard you wrote an x files episode Thomas Ligotti: hm King: you know, i once wrote an x files episode myself Ligotti: hm King: it was about an evil doll Ligotti: did the evil doll represent the existential void of an indifferent universe King: King: uh no King: it was the regular kind

Ligotti: they never actually made my episode Ligotti: they said it was too depressing Barker: damn! whoa! Barker: you? depressing? Barker: get outta town! Poe: clive Barker: i'm just as shocked as you are!

Barker: so thomas this depressing x-files thing you did Ligotti: hm Barker: did it have mannequins Poe: clive Ligotti: yes Barker: whoa! really defying stereotypes today huh tom?

Barker: wait wait Barker: i'm on a role Barker: i'm about to use my AWESOME PSYCHIC POWERS to make another prediction Barker: was there a ventriloquist dummy in it? Ligotti: yes Barker: whoa! 2 for 2! Koontz: are you really psychic? Poe: no dean Barker: yes dean Barker: yes i am

Barker: damn thomas i am totally SHOCKED that you'd write about ventriloquist dummies Barker: i am just so COMPLETELY SURPRISED because that's Barker: like Barker: SO out of character for you Jon Padgett: s-shut up Padgett: leave him alone Padgett: just shut up!

Ligotti: a ventriloquist dummy is a cosmic doppelganger, real and yet not real, a mocking caricature of the spark of life, a reminder of the cruel joke the universe played on mankind that is sentience RL Stine: yeah and also Stine: what if one had a knife?

Ligotti: so mulder and scully face the truth that we are all just in a cosmically indifferent universe, specks upon the tides of fate, subject to unknowable forces beyond human ken that our blinkered minds cannot ever hope to fathom Ligotti: the truth is NOT out there

[educatedsimps]

Can I pls request a boyfriend hc for Mattsun? 🥺🤲 one where it’s longterm like, highschool to waaaay into adulthood type of longterm.

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mastukawa issei x f!reader

a/n: when i tell you i squealed reading this request ✋😭 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ANON! AND YES BAE I’M WRITING THIS just a word of warning tho, i’ve never written for mattsun before so i had to do a little research, hope i didn’t mess up his character 🤧 anyway i hope u like this! and thanku for reading :)

cw: i may or may not have gotten carried away, f!reader, timeskip spoilers, established rls, tooth-rotting fluff

how you got together:

probably met him in your first year of high school, and got together after becoming really close friends

you made friends with hanamaki first because you were classmates, then one day he invited you to study together with his friends and that's when he introduced you to mattsun

you realised you shared a lot of classes with mattsun and you just clicked once you started talking

of course, you got acquainted with oikawa and iwaizumi as well

you had a group chat with makki and mattsun, and the latter often texted you after school and after practice

you had similar interests and music tastes and stuff (and of course enjoyed teasing oikawa together)

you and mattsun also started studying together (probably tutored each other in some subjects too)

the both of you started catching feelings as you grew closer and by the time you were halfway through your second year, the two of you had FATTEST crushes on each other bUT NEITHER OF YOU DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT AHJKDHSK i swear it pissed your friends off so much

anyway, makki and oikawa made a bet with mattsun in year 2, in which mattsun would have to confess to you if they didn't make it to nationals that year

iwaizumi told them to cut it out (they didn't listen)

oikawa knew mattsun wouldn't want to jeopardise his friendship with you by confessing, so he used that as an incentive for mattsun to train more LOL oikawa's actually evil

but they lost to shiratorizawa anyway so mattsun had to confess to you

he went to your class during lunch the very next day with a small bouquet of flowers and a note

he wanted to just leave it on your table and leave before anyone saw him, but you just HAD to walk in right at that moment

"what's that?" "...it's for makki" "then why is it on my table, issei?" "...because makki likes to sit at your table" "but makki's not even in this class"

anyway he ended up with the girl of his dreams that day and now he's secretly glad seijoh lost that game lol

you graduated together after dating for 1.5 years, and took a really beautiful grad photo together (he had the absolute biggest smile on his face, even makki had never seen him smile that wide before)

there was one photo with his friends in the background cheering as he bashfully gave you a kiss on your cheek (YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE MY HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE)

you also had a ton of photos photobombed by oikawa and makki in the background - and a few more taken when iwaizumi was dragging them out of the frame by their ears

dates with him:

he brought you out to dinner for your first date

he listened to oikawa's advice to take you to dinner because "girl's like the classics" and since oikawa was the only one in the team who had had a girlfriend before, mattsun decided that maybe he had a point

iwaizumi reminded him that oikawa got dumped his girlfriend but anyway-

it was a decent, slightly fancy restaurant in the city area and yes, he insisted on paying (he's been spoiling you from the very start)

he also got all dressed up for it - and i mean, suit, pants, flowers and everything

he was blushing the whole time

after that, you guys started going on different types of dates, depending on whether you're more of an extrovert or an introvert

dates include going on picnics, going to the arcade, movies, night markets and festivals, aquarium, museum, etc.

def a ton of home dates too - ordering food and doing skincare together or just cuddling

as broke highschool kids, you probably went to less expensive places, except for the occasional event, eg. after major exams, on you birthdays, your anniversary, after winning a game, etc.

lots of cheap after-school lunch dates though

milestones together:

you were each other's firsts, so you both lowkey didn't know what you were doing but you learned together

probably had your first major argument/conflict/disagreement after about half a year of dating? but you learned to resolve it in a healthy way pretty quickly

if you're not a confrontational person, then mattsun was probably the one who initiated the conversation after the argument

he probably cycled to your house in the evening just to apologise to you and talked things out

he can be a little blunt sometimes so resolving conflicts with him are usually very direct

after that, you slowly learned from each other's habits and signs and rarely get into heated arguments anymore because you know how to resolve conflicts peacefully through ✨communication✨

it was a pretty important milestone when you first met each other's families/parents, which was about a few months after dating

your parents knew you guys were friends first but had never met him until you started dating

he's a pretty nonchalant guy but meeting your parents for the first time was probably one of the most nerve-wracking moments in his life (i think it's a universal experience)

they love him tho

if you have any really young siblings or cousins, they'd probably use him as a free climbing activity

he has an older sister and a younger brother and they absolutely ADORE you

like from the moment issei introduced you to them, they were like "ISSEI WE WANT THIS ONE"

moving in together during or after college

you guys were one of the cutest campus couples like your relationship was the PEAK of all college relationships

like EVERYBODY wanted a relationship like yours and mattsun's

the little things:

he looks like his love language is gift-giving, followed by quality time but that's just my opinion

so you can expect lots of little gifts from him

he also always initiates a lot of dates because he wants to spend time with you

walks you home every chance he gets

ALSO FLOWERS

in high school he'd pick flowers from the school garden and give them to you, he'd either visit your classroom during break or give it to you when he sees you in the hallway or even between classes

probably pissed off the school gardener once for picking too many flowers but they became good friends and now mattsun always gets fresh flowers for you

idk why but this man gives "he'd get you flowers every time he passes by a flower shop bc 'why not'" vibes

mattsun would 100% match outfits with you on a date "just for the aesthetic"

mattsun in a black turtle neck, jacket, a thin silver chain, more flowers, and a fancy restaurant for a date

he'd probably make a spotify playlist for you, either of songs that remind him of you or of songs that are special to both of you

he would carry your bag for you when you go out, even if you insist that it's not heavy, doesn't matter how feminine it is, he'd gladly carry it on one side while holding your hand on the other side

you send tiktoks to each other every day (and by that i mean A LOT of tiktoks) and he watches every single one that you send him and he always replies to them. either with an emoji or a short reply, he just wants you to know he enjoys your tiktoks

will send you every "send this to the prettiest girl you know" tiktok he comes across (which is also very often)

takes candid photos of you when you're not paying attention, probably has one as his lockscreen too

post-timeskip hcs:

you're close to the seijoh 4 and hang out with them almost every time they meet up

and since you're mattsun's +1 who's been around them since high school, you're invested in the other guys' love lives too

sometimes you and mattsun try to set them up with people for your own entertainment to help them out a lil

you and mattsun are like a package deal, if you're invited to something, he's coming with and vice versa

you and mattsun would probably ditch an event together once you're tired or sick of it

you probably saved all the dried petals from all the flowers he's given to you over the years and got your wedding guests to throw them as you walked down the aisle together (you saw someone do this on tiktok and when you told him after the ceremony he actually cried)

if you guys own a car, you would probably take turns driving the car every day and drop off / pick up the other from work

if you don't then you'd meet at a bus or train station nearby and head home together every day

the two of you would 100% take naps on the bus or train together with earphones in

since he works in a funeral home, i feel like he'd have tons of flowers at his workplace, so sometimes he'll take a few home for you

either that or he knows the best flower shops in town and he'll often pick up a bouquet on the way home

also tells you stories from his work

a/n: ok i'm out of brain juice for this one but i hope you liked it! i hope i didn't write him too ooc too 😭

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[satureja13]

The Boys are on their way back from their - more or less successful - trip to the Southern Islands. They'd found the Demon and got back Jack's heart. Greg will have to replace it in his weird Frankenstein Dungeon, so they'd put it in a bucket for the time being. Jack doesn't bother, though. He will delay this 'open heart surgery' as long as possible - stop the ingame time by just not logging in. For the moment he has no use for this heart of his, that only brought him pain. First with Kiyoshi and now with Lou. Of course they also took Skully with them. He's perching on the barrels and entertains them with his wisdom nonsense. And there is the sword Jihovere pulled out of the stone statue of her King.

Even though Jihovere didn't get her feelings back from the Demon - Leander said this is something she has to achieve herself (but he has no idea how-to either...) - she's relieved that she brought back the Heir - her King.

Princess Jihovere not only freed the King out of that statue - she also brought him back into the hearts of their subjects. She posted every stage of their adventure on her Social Bunny and her followers are spreading the word. Leander had been right. Instead of running away and giving the haters fuel for their spiteful comments - standing proud and fearless to what you are and who you love was the wiser thing to do and changed the minds of most of their people.

They were celebrating their brave and loyal Princess all over the land. The King promised to marry her as soon as they returned to the Castle. So the Queen and Greg could finally return back to their Queendom and live openly together. Caleb and Lou might move there too. And even though the statue looked nothing like Vlad (only Leander claimed it would ^^') - to protect the Heir whereever he hid, she somehow felt it only could have been him and wasn't that surprised.

Jihovere looked lovingly over at her friends. From somewhere she heard someone singing. Maybe Skully? (Since he doesn't move his mouth while speaking ^^') It's strange that she's not seasick for once... The Princess sighed. Maybe it's time to log out. Jack is running on borrowed time without his heart and it's better to not log in anytime soon to give him some time to process that he will never be able to go back to Lou again and heal. And Jihovere won't marry the King until she got her feelings back. Ji Ho must find a way in RL then. Probably with their promising Tantra practice - and Vlad.

Ji Ho tried to log out and already felt the disconnection from Jihovere. But somehow he still was ingame - as a watcher ö.Ö' He saw Jihovere jump into the ocean. The others yelling after her... Sai: "Omg Jihovere! What are you doing?! Jack! She swims right in front of the bow! Steer hard starboard!" Jack: "I can't! It's locked!"

Jihovere was too fast to be in danger anyway. She swam to a cliff that had just risen out of the ocean...

After she climbed up, she blew her conge...

And a storm rose! The small ship with her friends on board was heading right towards the cliff!

Saiwa: "Jack! What are you doing!? We're going to hit the cliff!" Jack, already gritting his teeth from exhaustion: "I told you - I can't! Better come and help me move that steering wheel! And Skully - stop singing!" Skully: "It's not me!" But Sai and Jeb couldn't move either. It was just as if they'd been glued with their feet to the planks!

The ship was still relentlessly drawn towards that cliff. Lightning struck. Saiwa: "We're doomed! Ji Ho! Stop it!" Sai screamed: "Out! OUT!!!" But Tiny Can didn't listen either - or couldn't.

Ji Ho tried everything to log out - in vain. This was all too much. He wasn't able to tell anymore what was real and what not. His friends are in mortal danger. Jihovere collapsed - and finally, finally Ji Ho opened the Pandora's Box with all the feelings he'd locked away to survive the horrors of his childhood - the only thing that came to his twisting mind to end all this. Since it already stopped the game last time - when the Demon gave Jihovere a glimpse of her feelings.

The game stopped - and Ji Ho's world went black.

'No more will my green sea Go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing Happening to you

If I look hard enough Into the setting sun My love will laugh with me Before the morning comes

I see a red door And I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black'

Paint it Black - The Rolling Stones

Outtakes

Lou called Jack! But Jack didn't answer ö.ö

And Francine called her grandson Jeb - to order him to the duelling grounds...

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

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Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[delta-gambit-au]

SYNERGY

“We were a good team. They knew the best strategies and they listened to my ideas with an open mind. It was the recipe for their success, earning a nice promotion within the company and making me proud. Being the talk of our co-workers was the cherry on top.” — Spam

It takes effort to create something that was never seen before. It takes guts to keep pushing forward with that never before seen idea that is not aligned with any of the current trending standards. You know that people will not take it seriously, but that shouldn’t deter you from delivering more and more of it. In time everything will click into place, and you will be glad that you haven't stopped when you started to hesitate along the way. It’s daunting, and at the same time, discouraging. But moving forward is the only way, the only path. I think the Addisons of my AU has shown me a lot of that, that ideas can’t bloom if they aren’t sown before, even if they look ugly and dull at first. To keep nurturing them alone is very hard, but one day the effort will pay off and no regrets will come to bite you back.

Anyway, the backstory of Spamton and his Addison co-workers has a very storied past. Slowly I’m gleaning some of what he was, how he got to know his friends, why the White Addisons are a dying breed and why he was forced to change his name and his own archetype to stick it to the system. You might be surprised of all the stuff Spam needed to do in order to survive, but for now, concept arts of ideas and research is all what I have to share about that.

I’m weaving a very deep story behind the origins of Spam and the forces controlling the market of Cyber World and the life of the Cyberians, and why the law forbids any direct contact with Lightners (that was before Kris and friends dropped by). Spam here is just a number, subject #451, one of many. All look the same. All do the same. All have no interests beyond the success of the company in which they grew up to become another white-collared walking utility. Everything would change when he receives an invitation to a cyber-grill to meet with one of the marketing groups he was assigned to. It was the beginning of change, and the start of his voluntary corruption. That's as much as I can say 👀 Oh, also I found out while sprucing their profiles that Sears and Spam share the same birthday day, 3rd of May, though Sears is 5 years older than Spam as they were born in 1973 😅They are the oldest of the Addison group, and that makes them the butt of jokes sometimes.

I need to explore some art-style in order to give substance to this part of the plot and tweak its world-building, which will be unlockable flashbacks in the visual-novel. There's also a new character villain I'm trying to breath life to who appears during the epilogue of the first season. I hope people will like to see a new villain Darkner. He's also another walking DAEMON like Spwatchton but this one works for the LOCAL-SYS whereas Spwatchton is one of the undercover rebels.

Sorry if my content is coming out slow or half-baked. I'm still concept-arting and being nagged at the same time by RL more often than not. Yesterday I had yet another doctor appointment to go to and this week should be my ophthalmologist...

I also... joined the Art Fight of this year... My first time doing this. Though I'm not sure if I'll be able to be very active, I'm going to fill everything with Addisons and other Darkners from my AU to force myself to make their character profiles and see if anybody would do fanart of them (who doesn't like to get fanarts of their OCs? 😅)

As of other updates, we are expecting a final interview with a good company next week that seemed pretty interested in us as we fit their profile well. Fingis crossed! 🤞

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Hey, what do you think about the mental health of Obi-Wan, Anakin and the others? Are they okay? Are they struggling with something? What's your opinion about it? Only if you feel okay to talk about this of course!

Dear Ano

Thank you for the question, although I am not sure that I am qualified to give a suitable answer. However, I would like to try anyway.

I have read countless fic that deal/work with their mental state to a greater or lesser degree, and I have to say that the general trend is that, no, they are not okay, far from it. Canon is very cruel and unfair to our favorite characters, unless you are a certain Sith master. The tragedy of SW is that there rarely, if ever, is a real happy ending for anyone, despite it being a space fairytale.

So to return to their mental health and start with the obvious character, Anakin.

Anakin grew up as a slave, always subservient to others and with no hope of ever becoming the master of his own destiny, yet that is exactly what he dreams of, freedom and power.

A friend and fellow fic writer recently described his basic character in a few words in one of her fics.

"With an upbringing that left him no control over the injustice he'd often witness, Anakin aspired to be the hero. He aspired to be the savior. He wanted to save others from hardship, because he understood firsthand what it was like to face them." @barmadumet in chapter 14 of A Strange Kind of Love

And then he is given the opportunity to gain power but with the price of once again being subject to the authority of others.

Anakin is a complex character we can take in many different directions from this point of the story. His character is affected (as is true in RL) by what he is exposed to, the choices he and others make and the development of the story. We know what happens to Anakin, and it's tragic to see how his otherwise promising opportunity to become the hero instead ends with him falling and condemning himself to a painful existence in slavery under one of the cruelest characters created.

Anakin is not okay and is always struggling with something. This is what makes him a great character, there is always plenty to work with whenever we enter his story to save/fix or to harm/destroy.

This brings us to Obi-Wan. Dear Obi-Wan, who loves strongly and more deeply than anyone else, but isn't willing to show it (even though he often does) and is bound by duty. He's not okay, but he does his best and refuses to give up. The stubborn man keeps going no matter what, not even death and worse can stop him. He's not okay, mostly because his fate is tied to the Skywalkers. I love his character, I want to save him, and that often means saving everyone else too, because he would never be so selfish to save only himself… sacrificing himself, now that is an entirely different story.

(This is also what makes it so fascinating to write him as a Sith, to twist his character out of shape, creating some truly evil from genuine good)

All the others, the many wonderful characters who all have their own destinies intertwined with these two, well they are not okay, they all have their own faults, flaws, good traits and challenges. I love them all and saving them (or making everything worse) is a time consuming but rewarding and entertaining occupation.

I have no idea if this was the answer you were looking for dear Ano, but hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much for asking.

[ahollowgrave]

Hey! I love your screenshots so much! Do you have a guide on how you take them? Which mods, if any, do you use? How do you get the camera parallel to the ground at different heights etc? Any help would be amazing. Thank you!

Hey! Thank you! I love them, as well, and it’s always lovely to hear when others do!

Unfortunately, I am not much of a technical writer so I don’t have any guides.The reality is I spend hours and hours taking screenshots and I often feel like I luck into things looking nice.

But I can give you the same tips I give to my friends who have said it’s helpful advice:

Vanilla gpose is very good! You can do a lot in it without the need for 3rd party tools and I’ve found having a good, solid understanding of how gpose works is what really rockets shots into ‘oh wow’ territory. You really just have to touch all the buttons and see what they do and how they interact with each other.

The main thing is, for re/g-shade users: If it doesn’t look good in vanilla lighting, the preset isn’t going to make it suddenly stunning.

The second thing, for everyone, is: Play. Play is very important. If you’re not having fun you’re probably not gonna love the final result. If it feels like a chore, come back to it later! Play a different game!

The third thing, for everyone, is: These are not rules, these are not laws. Just because I do something a certain way doesn’t mean it’s the ‘right’ way to do it. Your eye is what makes your art beautiful.

I'm putting the rest under a cut because this wound up being three pages without the pictures because I ramble.

The parts of vanilla gpose I touch with every shot:

Camera Position: The first slider is your field of view. For portraits I set it to 200, but I tend to fiddle with it in all other shots until I get something I like. The second slider is rotation, very helpful to get to exactly 45 degrees or 90 degrees for shots. But you should also be able to use Q and E to rotate and this is fun to get neat angles on shots! Play with it!!

Depth of Field: I’ll be honest, I turn this sucker off because Reshade has ADOF which I think is better! But, I still suggest playing with this a little bit.

Lighting settings: You have three lights, each with three levels and each able to be a unique color. USE THEM. Find lighting objects in your setting that you can use to base the colors and directions off of. Is the moon full and above? Use a pale blue light as a rim light. 3a. Also, highly recommend looking at RL photography lighting set ups. This has been the most helpful. You can do a lot with three lights!!!!! 3b. Typically, I am mostly using two lights at type 1 or type 2. Sometimes I’ll use a third light, or that type 3 lighting, but it depends heavily upon the vibes. 3c. On this page there is ‘Character Lighting’ this makes your character brighter. I don’t use this at all because it tends to wash out shadows and shadows are an important part of lighting. I DO suggest that YOU use this to see how it works! A little is a lot, you know? 3d. THE MAIN THING IS TO PLAY WITH IT. Get weird with the lighting. Do really intense close up lights! Do funky colors! Cover them in bi lighting!!!!

Lighting Round Two: The one thing that my friends have said is the most helpful is telling them to use the Manual Birghtness Adjustment. This is on the general tab, not with your other lighting settings (circled in red). This controls the light of the WHOLE setting, including the brightness of your three lights. This is what really makes me go OH WOW. Turn it on, wiggle it around, be amazed. (Say it with me: Play with it!)

ADJUST YOUR LIGHTING.

Vanilla Gpose has a Motion Settings tab. This is what I use for my expressions but also a lot of ‘poses’ are just well captured emotes. A lot of this tab should be self explanatory.

The Eyes: The first eye has your subject turn to face the camera. You can have them look in a direction, turn it off, and freely move your camera around. The second eye is eye tracking. This is your friend! The head will stay stationary and the eyes will follow the camera.

Movement: Walk, run, sprint. Forward, left, right, back. Pause, play, reset.

Lip Movements: This, in junction with expression emotes, is very handy! Type 1 is minimal, type 3 is a lot more head movement. Pause, play, reset buttons.

Emotes: You already know what I’m gonna say. PLAY WITH THIS. Almost every emote can have an expression emote overlaid it and have lip movement added.

A personal favorite is /aback, /beam, lip movement 2, eye tracking.

Now. When you enter Gpose your subject is gonna be doing the animation they were last doing. To stop this, ground sit and stand before you enter gpose to start with a clean slate. However, this is also how you can get cool action shots. Using a dummy you can use an attack, reset the dummy, and enter gpose and your subject will be flailing wildly.

Some of the emotes and actions can move very quickly! To move things frame by frame we’re going to use the Disable/Enable Motion buttons. You have two of these at the top of the gpose settings.

Disable/Enable All Motion - This will pause or start all the motion of all the targets in your gpose! My Keybinding for this is 1 and I think this is the default for PC users. Disable/Enable Target Motion - This will pause or start the motion of your current target. (Tab cycles through the characters caught in your gpose.) My Keybinding for this is 2 and I think this is the default for PC users.

To go frame by frame by frame through an emote or action you’re going to freeze the character (1) and then, rapidly, you’re going to hit 1 then 2. (1 2 1 2 1 2 1 2) this unfreezes your subject and then refreezes them. Be mindful of your eye tracking and camera! One last thing: Take a LOT of shots. From all sorts of angles, with all sorts of lighting, with different expression. For every 1 screenshot I post there are about a 100 others that I didn't like as much.

Whew, okay, I think that covers the stuff I tell my friends. Sorry this got kinda long and it might be confusing because, again, I am no technical writer!

Now, I do use 3rd party tools but I’m only comfortable talking about those off anon! Other than Reshade. I understand social anxiety might keep folks from asking directly but I am a nervous person myself and just do not feel comfy talking about that stuff so publicly. But I try to be helpful where and when I can!

Apologies, anon, if this isn’t what you were hoping for in a reply but if anyone else reads this maybe they’ll learn a new trick or idea of idk something!!!

If you read the all thing that's fucking WILD and the only reward I have for you is my love !!

[p-redux]

Inbox Summary 9/29/2023

Hi peeps, so I'm going to try something new. For some of your Asks in my Inbox, instead of answering them individually, I'm going to do a combined summary post of all of them.

I'm doing this because a lot of the questions are about past stuff I've already answered. I don't have time to keep answering the same questions (Search is your friend, my friends), I don't want to take up space on my blog to answer stuff that has already been answered, and the main thing is, I'm TIRED.

I'm in one of my fandom "meh" moods. I get into fandom funks every once in a while, where I'm over it, and don't feel like posting. BUT, I love you guys, and I know the next big scoop is just around the corner. Every time, I say to myself, I'm just going to fandom retire, Cait gets engaged, Sam is seen with a new woman, Cait gets married, Sam is seen with a new woman, I get the scoop AHEAD of time that Cait is pregnant (remember when I posted MONTHS before that someone from Outlander was pregnant? and 'lo and behold, that August, Cait announced she'd had her son), Sam is seen with a new woman, Cait has her baby, etc, etc. So, I don't give up...because I know there's more stuff coming, and also, like I said, I really enjoy my Team here.

So, what I'm going to do is either on Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays, depending on how busy I am, I'm going to do a weekly summary of answers to some of my Inbox questions. They will be short answers. And for further details, you guys can just Search my blog or Search Google.

I'll still answer some questions individually, but it will depend on the subject, and how busy I am in RL. Please keep sending me questions and DM's. I'll answer them. Some won't be answered as in depth as others, that's all.

So, here we go for this week's round up...in no particular order:

Susie Evans is in Austin with friends.

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Sam is still in the UK. Cait is in Paris.

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Sam is expected in New York next week, for the Keepers of the Quaich event ON Cait's birthday, October 4. For those gnashing "why do you think Cait wouldn't go to New York to spend her birthday with Sam?! She could?! They're friends?!" Um, yes, they're friends...but REALITY CHECK: Cait is married to Tony McGill and has a toddler son with him. Logic dictates that Cait and family aren't going to schlep from Europe to New York to be with Sam, who is simply her friend and costar, and NOTHING MORE. Cait will spend her birthday with her husband and son, and she has a TON of friends, she's not going to fly to NY expressly for Sam. Plus, he's BUSY on her birthday, remember? He's going to be at that Keepers of the Quaich event.

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No, Sam and Sophie Skelton never dated. Sam never posts who he dates (except when he went Instagram official with Mackenzie Mauzy, but that was after 2 years of a committed relationship), and he posted pics with Sophie on a motorcycle at his Glasgow home. If they were secretly dating, he would have been much more secretive about it. I mean, I hope Sam is into some kink, but da/daughter ain't one of them. Who's your daddy? hahaha.

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By now, we all know Sam's ex, Abbie Salt is fighting some type of cancer. Yes, she hasn't posted in a while. I'm worried about her too. But her sister, Charlotte Salt, has posted, and she posts on her professional design IG accounts as well. If Abbie had taken a turn for the worse, I don't think her sister would be posting. I hope Abbie makes a full recovery, wish her all the best.

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Yes, I know, Sam's ex, Anna Modler is pregnant and having a baby girl.

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Thanks for letting me know that two other of Sam's exes, Hannah James and Mackenzie Mauzy recently started following birthing, doula, and parenting accounts on IG. Looks like their next adventure is motherhood. Also wish them all the best.

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The podcast with that IG influencer that was supposedly going to have some Sam content, as far as I know, there hasn't been any Sam mention. So, that was all smoke and mirrors, trying to get some free advertisement. Nothing to see there.

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The two blonde, blue-eyed Scottish IG influencers supposedly being linked with Sam. I see no evidence of that. Again, seems to be just smoke and mirrors, and names dropped in my Inbox to see if I would post them or not. Nothing to see there.

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Asking for a cheat sheet of the women Sam has dated and what do certain initials mean. I've done plenty of posts summarizing the women Sam has dated. Please Search my blog or Search Google. As for initials, I don't use initials, I post full names. So, if you see a woman's initials, match them to the full names I've posted.

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Cait's dad's funeral. And do I have questions about Sam being there? Um, that's all Extreme Shipper bullshit, lies, spin, deception, and now they've sold it as shipper canon. NO, I don't have any questions because WHO was at Cait's father's funeral is VERY clear. Again, Search what I've posted. There are pic, video of Cait sitting next to her mother, and the "Sam is sitting next to Cait but he's wearing a wig" is her brother. NOT Sam. Tony is sitting in the rows behind, holding baby BalfeMcGill, as are other spouses. NO ONE from Outlander went to Cait's dad's funeral. Please THINK. Cait has a big family and she has a TON of friends, some she has known for YEARS. If anyone was going to go all the way to Ireland for her father's funeral, it would be her immediate and LARGE extended family, all the family's friends in Ireland, and then Cait's close friends. Sam and Outlander people aren't even in the first few rungs of WHO would get invited to the funeral. And yes, that includes, Sam Heughan. Besides, Sam was in Las Vegas during the funeral, and there are lots of posts showing that.

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I know the TRUTH about Cait and Sam never dating, and Cait being with Tony since 2014. I know this thru verifiable and identifiable sources who directly and personally know Cait, Sam, and Tony. So, there are NO questions for me, because I've known the TRUTH for 9 years. It's that simple.

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As, for my little frothy pet troll who sends me weekly rants about Sam. You can keep going, but all I do is laugh and laugh at how pathetic you are. What you write doesn't upset me because I'm not personally invested in Sam. I'm really not. I post about him because I get info about him, and people are interested in it. But I don't care one way or the other. My IP tracker tells me where the basement is from where you gnash and froth so desperately. So, go ahead, make my day, but I'm NEVER going to post what you send me. You'll never get that satisfaction. Never. Try me.

Okay, peeps, that's it for the summary. I may do more on Sunday. And like I said, I'll still answer individual questions, depending on what they are. If you ever want to know something from the past, please just Search my blog. If you can't find it there, then go to Google and Search p-redux and names or words you're looking for, and all my past posts will pop up.

Thanks for reading!

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch 13/17

Chapter 13: ‘Yes Sir’

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ only, Dom/Sub play, collaring, restraint, paddling, cunnilingus, temporary marking, just a little bit of ass licking.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

Darlings, as promised here is Chapter 13. It ended up being SO big (like Austin) that I had to make it two chapters. I hope you enjoy! As ALWAYS, I love your feedback. Hearing from readers, either openly or DM is a great, great joy. So, if I've brought you anything like giddy reprieve from RL with my writing, feel OH so free to hit me up. Hugs!

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Chapter 13: "Yes Sir"

Inside the box, organized neatly, he sees four fur-lined dark red leather cuffs that buckle and are connected with D rings and small-linked chains, a couple hanks of dark red rope, and a dark red leather collar with a matching leash.  He is both shocked and not at all. He carries the box to the dining table, laying the items out one by one.  The chains clink as they pool on the black table top. Looking in again, he finds a familiar looking black cloth. Unfurling the black wrapping along the smooth surface, a small assortment of toys in varying sizes roll out; vibrators, dildos, and cockrings.  On the bottom he finds a round, red leather paddle, lube, a butt plug with a ring on the end and body butter. He is astonishingly aroused as he lines up everything. 

“Aya,” he turns to her,  his face serious.”You’re sure that all this is ok? Everything here?”  

He is willing to play tie-me-up, tie-me-down games. Has one or five books on the subject in his personal library. 

She looks at everything laid out and puts the butt plug back in the box, she isn’t quite in the mood for that tonight. 

“There. I do have one caveat though,  I don’t like to be demeaned and put down. You can call me a whore, or a slut or something, but only if you are praising me for it.” 

“Alright then,” he agrees and reaches for the collar. “May I?” 

She just nods and pulls her hair up, offering her neck to him.  It was the last time that night that he asked her permission. 

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He steps back to look at her. Each limb adorned with a red cuff and a matching stripe around her neck. He had decided to forgo the chains as he was far more of a rope guy. 

He liked the artistry of rope; the meditation of tying the knots,  the beauty of skin pressed with criss-crossing lines, the contrasting colors of hemp. Her bra and panties make him think of a full harness. Someday, he would do a full karada on her with a sukaranbo. The idea of rope running between her legs makes his cock twitch. It’s been a while and he definitely needs a refresher before he pulls those skills on out her. 

As he buckles the collar around her neck, a little shivery sigh rolls down her spine. She hadn’t thought they would get to this so soon, if at all. She had a bare handful of other lovers who liked to play this way. She figured he’d be like them, wanting her to dom. She enjoyed it, make no mistake. But she hadn’t realized just how much she was yearning to be collared, just for a night. Not until his gentle fingers pulled her hands forward and fastened the cuffs had she felt that internal slackening of not being in charge. It showed her just how much she really trusted Austin. 

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Pet. Let’s just-” he picks up the red leather leash and snaps it onto the matching collar with a click, “there now.” 

He takes a big breath to control himself. She looks gorgeous in front of him. Only the shadows of the hickies he gave her remain on her tits. He’ll have to mark her again. Just the idea that she was his if only for tonight;  it made him burn. He backs up step by step, the leash an ever widening parabola between them. Desire simmers in his eyes. 

She makes no move to follow until she feels the tug on the taut leash at her neck. Austin leads her across the room to the bar height chairs of the kitchen island. He uses his foot to push two of them apart.

“One knee here and one here,” he points to the two chairs in turn. She clambors up, her legs apart. He saunters around to the kitchen side of the island. 

“C’mere,” he crooks his finger at her. She leans over, hands on the cold marble. He captures her mouth in a gentle kiss. His tongue brushes hers, his teeth nibble at her lower lip. It lasts longer than she expected, this sweet kiss. Her mouth just starts to get insistent, wanting more when she feels the pull. Steadily forward and down, he pulls on the leash, breaking her lips from his. She bends, like a vassal to her lord, bowing close to the counter.

“Ah-ah, all the way,” he gives the leash a little yank at the end and she is stretched forward. The cold marble against her nipples and belly makes her gasp as the leash forces her to lay fully down. 

“There you go,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squats down, securing the leash tightly to the nearest drawer pull with a makeshift highwayman’s hitch.

“Since this is the kitchen, I think I’ll feast on you,” he kisses her cheek.  His fingers drag from her neck, over the back and to her ass as he walks around the end of the island. She hears the dragging of a dining chair closer.  His hands run up her hamstrings, thumbs digging in at the gluteal fold and peeling her cheeks apart. 

“Stick that pretty ass out,” he pulls back lightly at her hip crease,  “let me see that pussy.” 

She arches as best she can, but is limited due to her secured leash.  

“Oh hoh, what is this?” his fingers run lightly over the crotch of her panties, or the lack thereof. The slit in them frames her lips perfectly. 

“Spread those legs so I can see,” his voice is deep and soft and insistent.  

He sits down on the lower chair and hooks his feet around a leg each of her chairs, steadying them for her. She spreads her legs wide, feeling her wet lips pull gently apart. 

His thumbs pull gently at her little pink petals, his fingers dalying at her opening.

“Oh you are such a good Pet, to have yourself on display for me like this,” he kisses one cheek then the other. 

Then his lips are nibbling down to the juncture of her thighs and ass. He pulls her flesh into his mouth, biting gently but sucking hard. Again and again, on both sides, he growls the bruises onto her skin. 

His fingers are squeezing the globes of her ass, a cat kneading with his claws. 

The sucking, the soft throated growls, the pulling apart of her cheeks, the illusion of no control over it happening; all this only serves to slide Aya further down the slippery slope of submission. She can’t stop the slight pumping of her hips as he administers his marks.

Austin pulls back, watching the red/purple of crushed capillaries rise to the surface. 

“Keep still, Pet,” he grabs her hips.

He pulls her cheeks apart and plants kisses on the sensitive skin between her asshole and her vagina, then down each of her labia. Finally he extends his tongue to taste her. Oh lord, she tasted so good. The way she moans has his cock nodding agreement in his loose linen pants. He had foregone underwear when he dressed after his shower. 

On his second pass, he pushes his face farther into her, the flat of his tongue rubbing back and forth over her pussy lips. His senses are filled with her. He growls as he buries himself aggressively in her the third time. His nose wet, his tongue reaches to skim her clit. 

Aya is vibrating with desire as he plays with pussy. His obvious sounds of appreciation make it that much better. She moans as her ass shakes on his face.

 Her sounds spur him on. His hands pull the flesh of her ass apart, moaning with her, as he gives himself over to his oral infatuation. 

He rubs at her hard pea sized nub with the tip of his tongue. His lips mouthe at each separate outer labia, pulling them in and pulsing them with light suction.  His tongue licks up, along her lips and over the puckered flesh of her asshole. Her soft moans turn into a whine as his fingertips find her clit and his tongue plays at her ass. 

“Oh fuck that’s good,” she moans, feeling herself click tighter.

“Oh fuck that’s good, what?” he pulls away from her entirely, licking his lips and wiping his face.

“Oh fuck that’s good, Sir,” her emphasis on the Sir. The sudden lack of touch leaves her hanging. 

“Do you want to cum, Pet?” he asks, lightly stroking her. He is still not sure if he is going to deny her all night, or make her cum over and over instead. 

“Uh huh,” she moans, hips rocking back and forth, desperate for more.  

“Oh no no, that just won’t do,” he says, reaching for the paddle. He rubs it against her backside in a circle.  He administers her a series of light taps around one cheek that cascade gradually into harder ones. He ends with a moderately hard glancing blow. She sucks air in through her teeth.  

“That’s what you are going to get anytime you forget my honorific, understand?” 

“Uh huh,” she looks back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. 

“Oh you are so naughty,” his upper lip curls into a wry grin.  He repeats his tapping, soft to hard, over her other cheek. When he ends with a hard smack, it garners a moan from her lips and jerk from her hips. He loves that she is so clearly enjoying this heightening of her senses.

“Now, say it right,” a hard edge creeps into his voice. He leans over her, fingers rubbing up and down on her inner thighs. 

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. She had no idea he would be so good. His initial paddling of her was making her tingle for more.

“Do you want to cum?” he pointedly asks again. 

“Yes Sir,” her voice betrays the level of her desire.

“Good girl,” he strokes her hair. It’s now that Austin decides on a course of action for the night. “You are to tell me when you are getting close to cumming. If you cum before I know it, I’ll be cross with you. Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand…” her voice is nearly rebellious as she balks at being called ‘girl’. If she is going to be ‘girl’ to him, he has to make her behave.

“Oh Pet, I think you just want me to paddle you red,” he proclaims. 

Her only answer is to squirm her ass around with a little moan.

“Say it,” he cajoles softly, rubbing the back of the paddle against her skin. 

“Please,” she waggles her ass against the paddle, pouting like a brat.

“No,” he takes a step away, but somehow leans low to her ear at the same time. “If you want it, little Pet, you have to say it.” 

His voice is like hot butter dripping off his tongue and over her neck with an edge of command. It melts her rising defiance. 

“Please, please paddle me, Sir,” she is only mildly surprised at her begging tone.

“Hmmm, do you think you need it to be good for me?” his tone is calm, a patient teacher asking leading questions of a student. “Or are you just being a little glutton for the punishment?” His words dip into threat as he runs the paddle down her back and over the round curve of her rump.

“Please, yes Sir, I need it, show me how to be good,” no filter, no thoughts, just need coming out of her mouth. 

“Mmmm, that’s better,” he rumbles so low. He balances the paddle on her ass and steps close between her legs, the fabric of his shirt rough on the soft skin of her inner thighs. His hands run up her spine, over her shoulders and down her arms in a mock massage. His fingers close over her wrists, squeezing tight and he pulls them behind her back, clicking the cuffs together with a snap.

He picks up the paddle. 

Aya is holding on to her mental precipice with one hand. The feel of his hands on her body, smooth and soft is a juxtaposition to the paddle she knows is coming. The oscillation between hard and soft in both his voice and action makes her slip to just her fingertips on the proverbial ledge. 

Gone is the pretense of warming her up with taps. Austin peppers her ass with smacks in a steady beat, moving around her skin so that one spot doesn't get too much all at once. 

Little whimpering moans lilt from her chest with each strike. Her hands restrained behind her back and her leash holding her fast to the front gives her a delicious sense of relinquishment. She surrenders to the sting, to the rising heat on her ass, to his will. She will serve as his plaything, his fucktoy, his pet, his fucking girl… ‘just for tonight’ she tells herself as her mental fingers slip the ledge. 

When he had decided to be a little relentless in his spanking of her, he hadn't expected the emerging red between the black diamonds on her ass to turn him on so much. He tortures his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches impact after impact jiggle her flesh. The only sounds are the smack of the leather and her mewling. He pauses now and then to rub her ass in circles, feeling the heat of her skin. He finds that his hips are thrusting gently into the ether of their own volition. 

‘Soon,’ he thinks to himself, ‘soon I’ll bury my cock between those two red globes and fuck her senseless.’

He moves to her side, threading his free arm under her belly, reaching to her pussy. He leans down, sowing a series of soft, soothing  kisses along her back and down her ass. His fingers start working shapes around her clit, little polygons of pleasure. He waits until she is moaning open vowel sounds, then brings the paddle down a handful times before immediately starting up with his fingers again. 

“You better fucking tell me, Pet,” her reminds her, his voice rumbles low, borderline threatening. 

Over and over he marries the pain of the paddle with the pleasure of his fingers. 

Aya is in overdrive. Every stinging strike of the paddle is forcing her to cry out. Every genius stroke of his long delicate fingers winds her tighter, moans free flowing from her throat. Her mind is whirling and she is just a ball of nerve endings, a ball with which he is proving his expertise.  It is mind bending. Finally she whinges out,“I’ma cum”. 

Austin whips around behind her and buries his face voraciously in her cunt. He can feel the red heat radiating off her skin as he dives deeper and deeper into her, lashing her with his tongue. He ends up nearly bowing down under her before he pulls her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Even though he is supposed to be in charge here, he feels like an oral supplicant at devotion. He is worshiping at the oldest altar.

The change in stimulation reroutes Aya’s orgasm. It’s only a moment's reprieve though, as the cacophony of sensations start aggregating together as her nervous system catches up. His sudden suction on her causes her to flood over his face.  

The hot buzzing of her ass and the suction on her clit is just too much. She is pitched hard into her orgasm. Screaming, she strains the leash tight, her hips grinding into his face. Her frantically seizing pussy feels empty. God with his perfect fucking cock in her, she’d go wild.

Her juices trickle over Austin’s nose and down his cheeks. His long tongue lapping, lapping, drinking her in. His primal need to be inside her, to claim her, rises. He stands with it and kicks his chair back. Pulling his cock out and over the waistband of his pants, he holds himself, aiming for that portal to the promised land.   His dick reaches, trying to get to her, like Icarus for the sun. Indeed he can feel that she is all heat and soft, swollen wetness, enticing him to come further. It’s all he wants right now, to submerge himself in her and fuckall if he can’t quite reach her on those high stools. What the hell were his long damn legs and cock good for anyway? Desperate to get his dick wet with her, he rises onto his tiptoes. Tantalizingly, he gets as far as rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet lips. If only she would bend her knees, he could at least dip his head in. He tries pulling her hips lower, but the fucking leash!

Aya registers him standing but doesn't hear the chair scratch on the stone floor. His cock merely tickles her lips and he curses behind her. She strains against her collar towards him, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have him inside her.  

Austin’s chest rumbles with a snarl as he pushes her forward forcibly, slackening the leash in order to release the catch from the collar.  Freed, she sinks back deep, spreading wide, open and desperate for his penetration.

It’s pure hedonistic bliss when splits her to the hilt. She barely registers the ‘oh my god’ that rumbles in his chest. Her lungs empty with an ‘ahhhh’ and she vibrates, his big cock stretching her.  She almost tips over backwards into him in her eagerness to be fucked. His tip brushes against her g-spot.  

He undoes her wrists quickly and she is immediately moving up and down on his hard cock using the counter for leverage and balance.  Her moans sound otherworldly as she rides him. All he has to do is stand there, guiding her hips with his hands and flexing his glutes, jutting his cock towards her.  Her ass bouncing so fervently on his cock is possibly one of the most salacious things he’s ever witnessed. 

“Mmm hmmm,” he moans out. “That’s it Pet, ride that big cock,” his breath sucks in through his teeth. She feels so divine he can’t stop the words.  “Fuck that pretty red ass up and down ‘till you cum on me. Oh god you are too fucking hot,” he says, his brows furrowed. 

Her pitch rises, “I’m gonna… ohhh ohhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Her fist pounds the hard marble. Her body tries to jerk away from him as she climaxes. His arms clamp like steel around her, forcing her back to him. 

“Oh no you don’t, get back here” he growls, fucking up into her. The sound of the slap of her ass against his hips a harmony of sorts with her continued vocalizations. 

“You’re- fucking- mine,” he barks as he thrusts into her with every word. On the last, he pushes so deep and hard, it makes her scream out the last of her orgasm as it hits her just right inside. 

Later she’ll swear she could feel it in her pancreas. 

He shakes with the effort of both restraining her thrashing, and not cumming himself. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, “such a good cockwhore.” He presses her up to her knees and off his cock when she finally starts to droop. 

She lays there shaking and whimpering for a long minute. Her mind gone in the pleasure. Then Austin’s hands are gently on her, pulling her down onto his lap on the dining chair. He hushes at her, holding her to him. She lets him, his possessive declarations dangle in the back of her mind, just beyond her reach. 

“Thank you Aus, that was… you were… wow.” she nuzzles into his shoulder, patting his chest with her hand.

“Oh sweet little Pet,” his voice still edged with dominance and amusement, “I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.”  

He takes her hand and presses it to his still hard cock, the tip peeking out from his waistband. She has no idea how he didn’t cum. 

A shaky ‘oh’ courses through her mouth. “Don’t worry Pet,  I’ll give that pussy a little break,” he glides his thumb over her bottom lip and chin. He tilts her head up, “Now what do you say?” 

What she had been expecting to see, she couldn’t articulate. What she found in those gorgeous damn eyes was a man unsated and unwilling to let her go until he was.

That look scares her just a little. Aya finds herself, without warning, poised on the edge of using her safeword. Oh, not for the physical aspect. No, she could slake his need, without a doubt. It's the swirling well of emotions that bubble up, threatening to break her carefully laid seal. As she looks into his exquisite face, she practically melts. His mannerisms; his surety of movement; his mastery of the paddle and her pussy; the way his voice plays at the edges of her sanity; it all adds up and she isn’t sure her heart can afford the sum. She waits for a heartbeat not breathing. 

Austin, watching her like a hawk, sees her vacillation. He isn’t sure why she is hesitating, or what caused the widening look in her eyes. His control has been on point so far, so he mentally braces himself for her safeword to come tumbling out of that beautiful mouth. Apparently though,  the memo got lost on the way to his cock. His hips thrust gently forward pushing his cock into her hand.

“Say it,” his hot breath is a whisper on her ear as he leans forward, “You have to tell me.”  

Her whole body lights up and pure hot desire courses through her. Her inner conflict soars.  She is usually a pro at making these difficult choices in both her professional and personal lives. But it’s never been this tempting to lay herself so bare, be so very open. 

Waiting for a response, Austin reaches out with the leash he’d pocketed while she was shaking on the counter. Thumb on the catch, he pushes it to the D-ring of the collar with a click. 

The sharp sound jerks her out of her trepidation.

Oh. The leash.  It suddenly strikes her that like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, whatever she is feeling when the leash is on can stay with the leash. She can’t be responsible for the maelstrom,  it can’t possibly be her fault if she isn’t in charge. The feeling of release floods her. 

“Yes. Sir,” her answer comes out in a rushed breath, “I want-” 

Her thumb glides over his tip.  She turns her head into his hand, her eyes catching his. Her tongue sneaks out to lightly lick the pad of his thumb.

What she wants, she doesn't say, but the look she gives him as she lets her sentence dissipate tells him all he needs to know. He lets out a breath didn’t know he was holding and thoughts of her safeword disintegrate in his mind.  It isn’t until he feels the combination of the thumb gliding over his glans and her tongue on his digit that dark, devilish Austin roars forth. It threatens to rip his control to shreds.  Oh holy hell, they may both be in trouble now.  

[askdacast]

since I started liking/posting stuff related to the funny boomer Minecraft Youtubers playing an improv death game, I'm probably gonna post more opinion or lore posts occasionally when I have time; the Life Series is like one of my pet obsessions I circle back to every time a new season comes up like most people.

(to my friends/other followers who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sorry)

I don't usually watch the main Hermitcraft/other SMP videos because they aren't my thing compared to the Life Series SMPs, but I do enjoy what the creators put out and they all deserve lots of praise for the hard work they've put in (especially after a lot of unwarranted criticism lately over Secret Life + Hermitcraft Season 9)

and now for a scorching hot take that will disappoint a lot of fans

I really like the Desert Duo...but only platonically, and lemme tell you "platonic" and "Hermitcraft/Life Series fanart" go together about as well as water and oil

I'm already not a fan of shipping in general as a personal taste, but when it comes to shipping real content creators, my discomfort is doubled. If you ship them I'm not gonna hate on you or ask you to stop, you're free to do as you like and I'm not the internet police.

That being said, Grian and Scar are super close friends iRL (if you include Mumbo, I consider them a "DO NOT SEPARATE" trio) and it's honestly really heartwarming to see them in other series just goofing around and even doing RL meet-ups (mostly Grian/Mumbo). To me I've always loved seeing really close friendships like these, and I will try to refrain from snarking about how people on the internet are really bad at distinguishing Philia love (friendship, really deep friendship) from Eros (romantic love).

The point is, I kinda feel uncomfortable when I see shipping of them cuz it feels like willfully misinterpreting the bond of actual real people. I know a lot of people say "separate the CCs from their personas in the series/lore," and I understand why, but the whole practice doesn't sit well with me. It almost feels like instead of creating something actually derivative of the real people, it's like smooching two dolls that just happen to be labelled "Grian" and "Scar". And as a writer myself for other things, I really like to pay respect to the subject matter I'm writing about, and that includes real people. And considering Grian iRL is a straight married man who's said before he doesn't really like the shipping (Scar to my knowledge has not given his opinion on it), it feels even more uncomfy to me when people try to ship him with one of his actual close best friends.

Yes in a way the real people are separate from the personas they put in Hermitcraft or the Life Series. They're like actors, doing it for the job and the sake of us the audience. (Considering I'm a big fan of Vtubers, I'm very acquainted with this paradox) Even still I can't help but always be cognizant of how they're still real people trying to put out their heart and soul to the public, and we enjoy what they do with deep respect for what they're doing. Shipping, especially if they've voiced their disapproval for it (even though they haven't banned it), feels just a tinge not respecting them as actual people, and feels a bit parasocial-y.

But again these are just my personal feelings, this is NOT a hate/call-out post to anyone in the fandom or demanding anyone to stop shipping the hermits. That being said you're likely to not get any out of me for the reasons I've stated above.

and a side note to talk about lore specifically, I just think platonic Desert Duo (for the Life Series specifically) is even more interesting than taking the romantic lens, because we can still have the angst and the doomed narrative and the unsaid trust between Grian and Scar, and still be able to celebrate each of them individually as respective players/creators, without having to make every achievement they make be about 'oooo because fate'

I haven't seen anyone yet posit the theory that (CHARACTER) Grian has distanced himself from (CHARACTER) Scar not because of just trauma but also that Grian thinks Scar is perfectly capable of holding on his own (shenanigans and carelessness aside). Like he's known Scar long enough to trust that he can survive on his own, and thinks that they should try to not hold each other back, and depending on who you ask this was either a really good or REALLY REALLY BAD CALL in Secret Life (because Scar did win on his own merits, but was left all alone)

[life-winners-liveblog]

NOTES!!!! (it's Bel I finished reading i'm gonna post these and then probably not sleep)

Since the subject got bandied about a little, I will put my two cents in and say that The End and The Vast are probably the two fears I find the most comfort in. The Hunt is up there too, but the thing that I like most about the chase is that it ends, which kinda defeats the purpose of an eternal hunt sooo

I am debating the merits of requesting a commission from RL!Scar…

I know it happened six days ago but Lazy C; please please please be careful with human bites that shit can and will kill you. Our saliva is incredibly nasty. It doesn't look like your sibling broke skin so you should be okay but oh my gosh 9.2 YOU ARE NOT HELPING MY CONCERN GO AWAY

Fate having that bigass book is some kind of Book of Life reference, I have just decided (no this is not a part of my agenda to get the Book of Life more fans, what are you talking about winkwinknudgenudge)

And once again, I am beholding the actions of a Smajor variant (Sminor this time) and going, "an inspiration and an icon". Anybody who says I don't play favorites is a liar.

-Bel

I mean, fair, I also definitely have difficulties with having favorites

[laprimera]

alrighty so after some reflection and getting some outside stuff prioritized Im done some blog housework so I can get comfortable here again.

im still gonna continue my hiatus until november cause the rest of October still has a lot of rl appointments and stuff going on. ill be nuking my ask and drafts to get into maximum turtle plot overdrive and just start things clean, but here's the skinny under cut:

. Ive went and cleaned up my followers list. mostly of inactive blogs, non-mutual or blogs that haven't reached out or interacted at all. I use to think I liked a busier dash but I think trying to keep up with it had been giving me anxiety even if my muses weren't involved in anything plot wise. FOMO has been really killing my vibe more then anything and I need to cut that habit out.

you're a-okay to refollow though! I'll do the same. none of this was done out of malice or a personal dislike, and I get being so busy w/ life and personal plots that you cant interact with everyone in a convenient moment. but if you see this as an opportunity to reach out then by all means! that and I might've accidentally unfollowed one or two of you cause side-blog deal, clumbsy thumbs, and uuh, dont mind me realizing that later down the line-my bad!

. unless carefully plotted otherwise, anything outside my own canons, affiliated blogs/mains or plots is no longer canon to my own. any interaction or thread initiated towards my muses will default fall into my lore/verse unless vice versa or its plotted and etc etc. It's no longer just hanging there in the void so to speak. I need to feel more in control of my own narrative I think and trying to puzzle a lot of contradicting outside plots, dash events, etc has been mentally taxing when rp shouldn't be occupying so much space or anxiety to begin with lol.

this isn't to say everything thats happening in the dash or w/ other characters isn't important ofc! and I still want to participate; it'll just fall under a crack/non-canon tag. if things end up lining up p' well with whats going on here then I might take it into canon. This is p' much what I've been doing to begin with, it's just more concrete now and Im being more careful of what Im willing to accept now. Im ofc open to discussing stuff! DMs and disco for those who have it are open always even if I take a moment to get to it!

. Im no longer answering anon asks that are personal in some way, ie, around subject matters that aren't general headcanons asks or 'hey how do you feel about-' sorta deal. I dont feel comfortable taking it to public and while I understand having the fear of being identified, it's not fair if I'm the only one bearing the subject so to speak. If you want to talk to me through DMs you can either tell me your UN (no burners either) so I can bypass permissions here to chat or you can reach me at @shiny-miltank where my IMs are not barred to mutuals only. I don't bite really! and my discord is not public. tbh Im still very anxious about being on disco to begin w/ cause social anxiety flare ups. idk tumblr dms always seemed easier to chat until I know you on a personal basis-its just worked that way.

. making it more strict that you dont? put my geeta in place of plots, events, etc that I havent participated or plotted with, nor can you make assumptions for them based on said events. as slapped on every piece on my about/rules/pinned/etc shes heavily canon-divergent to begin with so no one knows her intentions/actions (save for me ofc) and wont act in what presumed canon-geeta would do or your own version so to speak. easy enough to slap me an IM for "is it okay to-", plotting, or just make a nebulous npc stand-in.

. things that havent changed are the use of my lore and headcanons into your own! I love seeing it integrated or adapted into other lore and seeing just how much it inspires and changes over time!

this all seems rigid but really it's just reiterating whats already in my rules and no one here has been a huge offender at all :' ) this is more for me to follow and I cant thank everyone enough for their patience and creativity for as long as I've been here. Im loosey goosey and go with the flow 90 out of 100 times.

this goes for the rest of my muses, which Ill probably clean up when Im back-but yeah! miss ya'll! hope you've been doin' good! the terrapagos plot will continue then and Ill resume reaching out and leaving details! hopefully in time for dlc ; >

[havethetouch]

project kitchen sideboard >d

With AF concluded I can finally spare some more bandwith for a project I stared like last weekend. The kitchen sideboard.

I was so in the zone I forgot to take a pic of it before I started removing all them doors and hinges XD But I was like.. I needed to sand it down on Saturday obviously so I can put on new paint on it on Sunday yeh?

This thing has been in a shed for a couple of years and as I have been informed my father tried to sell it but the buyer that was interested did not want it after seeing it in RL. His loss, my gain because this thing is a sturdy beauty and probably older than me and despite being subjected to the cold of winter and the heat of summer in a not temp regulated shed this thing held up well. So this is now in my kitchen >d

Back in its natural habitat with all it's lovely storage possibility glory. I did not do anything fancy with the corpus itself, just sanded that and put on some nice white lacquer. The doors however... >d

See I want celestial pizzazz on this kitchen sideboard and I found some nice blue lacquer for them. I also found gold lacquer in a spray can >d And wonders of wonders, I also found some stencils that suit my needs.

So now I am at the wonderful stage of paper barrier and fixate the stencils and all that jazz. The lacquer needs like 20 min to dry stable and 24h to dry completely.

A bit of bleed-trough that idk how that happened maybe the paper was too thin idk I will use foil next I think, less of a hassle. But the imperfections I can correct with a brush and leftover blue paint for sure. Gonna add some stars via stencils too and maybe per hand bc I have a lot of gold paint lying about >d We'll see. Still have some work ahead with those doors. But the metallic effect of the gold lacquer is really nice IRL. Gonna make my home nice and "me" bit by bit (and apparently pray can by spray can xd) Imma update once I am done but I am really pleased with what I got so far.