#the writing in me go brrr

[majorproblems77]

Well, now I have to make a Zelda puzzle....

I dont think I'm experienced enough of a Zelda player for this

Whoops?

Does anyone have any fave dungeons I can get some references from?

[ameliasmiscmonsters]

[sleepywdean]

(thigh riding, use of word daddy, slight degradation ig?, piv, happy valentines babes xx)

"tha' right, baby?" ben grunted as one of his hands reached down to help you grind his jean clad thigh. he could tell you were getting tired by the way those sweet short puff left your lips faster.

"ben-" you whimpered softly, both of your hands gripping his broad shoulders.

it was unfair, really, him being fully clothed down to his combat boots while he'd made you fully strip down, fucking unfair. but that was what ben was: unfair.

"i know, baby," he cooed in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. you could still smell the whiskey and weed on it, and it only made you more desperate. "i know you're close. just be a good girl and finish on my thigh like you promised you would, mh? then daddy's gonna take real good care of ya, 'kay?"

you let out a soft moan as you nodded, pressing your bare front to the jersey he was wearing. ben slid his big palm on your skin, from your thigh to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing it before settling his hand on the small of your back, helping you keep your rhythm.

"m'so... ben- so close...!" you sobbed, desperately fisting at his jersey. his eyes glanced down at his jeans, the slick patch your wetness left.

"shh, baby... let go." his sweet, soft words made you melt. his lips found yours, chasing them as you tried pulling away while finding your high. "did so good for me."

as you panted on his lips, he pushed you off his lap and made you lay down on the bed, your chest heaving.

with your eyes closed as you came down from your high, you heard his jeans unbuttoning and belt unbuckling. you opened your heavy eyes just in time to see ben's fly opening, a smug smirk on his handsome face. he tugged his jeans down to his thighs, his boxers following soon enough but not taking them off completely.

he liked this, probably got him off, to see you fully naked, at your most vulnerable state as he wouldn't even take his shirt off.

"promised i'd treat ya real good if ya'd show me how bad you needed me, mh? didnt even give me the time to walk through the door that you were already all over me." he mused, leaning on top of you.

"just- just missed you, and today's valentine's day-" you breathed.

ben bitterly chuckled. "oh, sweets, that's it? valentine's day got you all hot and bothered for me? that why you couldn't wait for me to take my jacket off?"

your cheeks flushed red and you arched up against him a little, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he leaned back. "no, i-"

"didn't even say hello or kiss daddy before you were already asking for his cock..." he tsked. "that all you see me as, all you think about?"

"n-no!" your fingers tangled in his hair. it was getting long again and you were loving it. "i love you, it's not just that! i wanted to spend today with you, do something special..."

"mh?" he rubbed his stubbled cheek against your softer one, making it itch. "i didn't know my sweet girl could be so dirty.... that why you weren't wearing underwear when i got back? were you hoping to get fucked?"

"i-" you stuttered, blushing redder than before.

"good girls get fucked, you know that baby..." his tip started to part your sticky folds and you let out a soft moan, tugging a little at his hair.

"i was good-!" you choked as he pulled away, tapping it on your clit. "i did what you aske-"

"i know... good girls get fucked, and you were the best girl." he whispered in your ear before sliding his whole length through your folds, lubing himself up. "always the best girl for me, aren't you?"

"y- fuck, yeah." you moaned, his tip finally sinking into your welcoming walls.

"this special enough, baby?" he asked as he buried himself deep in you.

you desperately nodded, your eyes watering from the stretch of ben's cock splitting you open and knocking on your cervix as he started moving. "yeah, ben-"

"happy fuckin' valentine's baby." he grunted in your ear.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Man movie sonic sure do have a family huh

[hearts4alastair]

currently thinking about how tommy said that ctommy waking up underwater every day in exile was a metaphor for his mental health, and that the further and further out to sea he got and the further he was sinking the more deteriorated he became and eventually he would end up unable to resurface had they not done something about cdream.

currently thinking about how if ctommy couldn't resurface, he'd drown in his own thoughts, believing his friends and family all hated him. nobody would see the kid they once knew in him anymore. maybe he'd never be seen again at all.

currently thinking about how ctommy saw one anxious, forgetful enderman lad, roped him into a crime, and took 100% of the fall when they didn't get away with it. ctommy could have ignored the situation. he didnt have to go to ctubbo and say "it was just me, man". as cranboo said, he could have said it was all him. there was evidence it was him.

but i think that after everything, ctommy would still be unable to live with himself if it'd been cranboo in exile instead of him. on the surface, he's a child. a soldier and a veteran and a criminal, yes, but still a child.

but beneath that, he's learnt. he's decided he'd rather throw himself into trouble than let his friends go through any amount of suffering.

i think that if cranboo were to ask, "why did you do that?" ctommy would sigh, that familiar shaky sigh we all know, and he'd speak quietly in reply, "i know what some of those bastards are capable of. i'd rather go through all that than have you do it for me. plus, it wasn't your fault."

or maybe that's just me.

[holy--milk]

people be like "stop calling mxtx a genius, she's not even the best author in her particular niche",

and i'm like "but have you considered that i don't care if she's not objectively the best author as long as she's able to write characters and stories that make me go Insane for literal years?"

[godnectar]

showered, getting sleepy + entering chilling mode, and now 'm somehow fighting the urge to ramble + shitpost abt yandere santa, dilf ver. 🥴

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I'm curious about why you're not as interested in ghostsoap as all the other ships you have written for? You seem to write quite broadly.

I'm sexually attracted and interested in people over thirty, and that has been the case since I was twelve years old and wanted to shag Till Lindemann from Rammstein. Simon meets that criteria, Soap doesn't.

I do write quite broadly and I write whatever takes my interest and/or releases the happy chemicals in my brain. Hopefully I've also demonstrated I'm willing to take a punt at most things if I get a creative idea.

I do have a Ghostsoap omegaverse mating thing on the go for a requester (with Price guiding them as part of some in-world rules about alpha mentors due to the feral nature of omega), but I have to do what my brain wants with its free time to get quality writing out of it. I've learned after many years that forcing it just makes it dig its heels in like a petulant toddler.

[good-beansdraws]

Mutual left this tag on one of my Fuuta analyses and yeah...

Part two of "Fuuta’s central theme is invasion of privacy and he has extreme anxiety over being watched, so it's interesting that we get to pick him apart and see all his worst, most private thoughts" :(

[blametheeditor]

Do you know how much the thought of giant Eggs and tiny James makes my brain go brrr????? Idk why they are so silly.

They're that one duo where you don't think they would cause much trouble together, but the moment you let James supervise Eggs is the moment chaos reigns. But when the quote unquote 'responsible' one is tiny?

First Aid

Content warnings: Cursing. Blood. A small injury being treated as a much larger one. Trapping someone against their will. Mentions of violence and murder.

Anon, please accept my humble offer

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“You locked him inside a room with a vent!” 

Oh shit.

At the sound of Circus Baby’s yell that was both a curse toward her incompetent subordinates and a warning that the ’him’ being spoken about is no longer safe, Eggs Benedict stops trying to be as silent as possible in order to book it. 

Which you would think it’s hard to crawl through vents quickly! Not for this guy, though. He was born to use vents to escape from his responsibilities and murderous animatronics.

Normally he wouldn’t be too worried. Despite the fact the Funtimes have rarely ever seen him use doors despite having access to them and therefore he no longer needs to crawl through the dust covered air ducts, they fail to remember just how much he prefers them. It really only ever becomes a problem when he’s being actively hunted down either for fucking with the wrong animatronic, or if it’s Tuesday and therefore it’s their scheduled weekly kidnapping. 

Well it’s Tuesday. And Eggs escaped in record time. Meaning he. Is. Screwed. 

“Motion detected near East Hallway.” 

“Fuck!” the mechanic hisses as he quickly crawls toward the nearest vent that leads out of the metal maze. Which isn’t ideal since he might end up landing himself directly in front of the larger animatronics, but he’ll take that over the Bidybabs. Those fuckers bite and they always steal his wallet! 

“Better run, Eggsy!” a voice taunts that becomes distorted as it echos, followed by the nightmarish sound of something crawling after him at mac 20 speed. 

He doesn’t reply, instead carefully turning himself around so he can kick the vent opening into the hallway out. One glance behind him and he sees who he’s pretty sure is Bidy rounding the corner. Without hesitation, he grabs the edge of the vent before launching himself out. Slides out into the hallway on his back as he flips off the animatronic. 

Good news! The Bidybab’s won’t be chasing him anymore! Bad news, he sees an all too familiar silhouette standing at the very end of the hallway. 

“Eggsy!” confirms it’s Funtime Foxy. So instead of getting his wallet stolen, he’s going to be used as a living chew toy. 

“Foxster!” Eggs greets as he springs to his feet, angling himself so the moment the fox so much as shifts, he’ll make a desperate sprint for the office. “Did you hear how Fred fucked up this time!” 

“I did not,” she grins as teeth as big as his hand and as sharp as a blade glint in the flickering light. “I’d love to hear more, though.” 

“Well this dumbass had completely forgotten to pat me down after he snatched me out of my chair,” the mechanic explains as he makes wild gestures with his arms to help paint the scene. “What was I supposed to do, not try and disassemble him when my screwdriver was already in hand? It was like he was begging for it!” 

“It wAs LIkE hE wAS BegGInG foR It,” Funtime Freddy mocks back in a perfect coping of Eggs’ voice. Which, in his opinion, was completely unwarranted. He’s trying to tell Foxster how the bear essentially let him go free! 

In retaliation, Eggs shouts back “Well you were!” 

“I was not!” is a little louder from before, but there’s still enough distance he doesn’t need to worry about Fred just yet. 

“Were too!” 

“Were not!” 

Eggs’ next yell is cut off by Foxster teleporting an entire inch closer as the hallway light flickers off. He tries to play it cool, act like he didn’t notice the animatronic moved, but the way Funtime Foxy tilts her head says that she knows that he knows that she’s about to pounce. 

And with that, the mechanic turns on his heel and sprints. Immediately the sound of heavy machinery chasing after him echoes through the halls, giving the impression he’s being hunted down by a t-rex rather than an animatronic. 

Truthfully, he’d prefer the dinosaur, but beggars can’t be choosers. Especially not when he isn’t nearly fast enough to outrun Foxster. But he doesn’t need to be quicker, just smarter. 

So when he hears the distinct sound of a hydraulic pump locking intto place, Eggs doesn’t hesitate to hit the floor despite being only five feet away from the office and essentially home free. Because he doesn’t care who you are, no one can outrun Funtime Foxy’s lunge. But you can certainly evade it! 

Exhibit A: Foxster jumping right over him and slamming into the wall. 

“HA!” he shouts as he leaps to his feet and runs into the office. “Snooze you-!” 

Eggs gasps involuntarily as a claw suddenly appears to grab his arm. Not out of fear because it means he’s about to be dragged back out into the hallway, but from he sheer audacity. At the fact someone’s being a sore loser despite how he clearly won fair in square. 

He quickly yanks his arm away to keep it out of an iron grip that would be impossible to escape from, and belongs to someone not nearly as dumb as Fred. Suddenly becomes frozen when it ends with him getting grazed. 

Foxster freezes the moment she realizes too. Watches Eggs closely as he stares down at his arm. 

The moment a tiny bead of blood appears from the single inch long cut, he screams. 

“I’m sorry!” Foxster immediately apologizes her ears flatten. “I didn’t mean to, that was an accident!” 

“You maimed my arm!” the mechanic wails. “This is going to take weeks to heal! I’m going to have a scar!” 

“I’m sorry, why are you screeching like a banshee?” Baby demands as she storms down the hallway. Eggs thrusts his arm toward her the moment she’s by the office doorway with an expectant look. Instead of consoling him, she gives a flat look. “You got a paper cut?” 

“No!” Eggs shouts, absolutely appalled by the severe lack of concern. “Foxster maimed my arm! I’m going to need stitches! And a blood transfusion! Do you how much my doctor is going to up-charge me on this!” 

The clown animatronic gives a fierce glare. “If you're doing to a doctor for that, then let me give you a real reason to visit a hospital.” 

Eggs’ mouth drops open as he cradles his injured arm close. “I can’t believe how heartless you are! I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night!” 

“Don’t you dare-!” 

He doesn’t let Baby finish her sentence, punching the door button as a sheet of pure metal slams into place. Then, to ensure she knows he means it, he hits the second button to effectively seal him inside the office. 

There. Now he can tend to his life threatening wound. 

“James!” 

Eggs carefully opens the top left drawer of his desk to reveal a first aid kit. Not just any kit, though. One that he has been carrying around for a few months now. That’s small enough to fit inside his pocket. Is capable of being useful in all situations despite only containing a few band-aids and cleaning wipes. 

Though that last part is only possible when certainly qualifications are met. And thank goodness tonight is one of those nights. 

After sending a stack of papers flying across the desk, Eggs gently sets the first aid kit onto the cleared space. Flips the lock to reveal a meager stash of medical supplies, and a tiny figure a little taller than two inches looking up at him with interest. 

“You called?” James greets from where he sits in a designated compartment, curled up with a book in his lap. 

“James I’ve been wounded!” Eggs cries. “You have to help me before I bleed out!” 

“Oh, this sounds serious,” the on call doctor for Fazbear Corporation murmurs gravely. The one who isn’t normally found inside a first aid kit, but that’s only because Scott has absolutely no creativity. “Let me see.” 

Eggs obediently sets his arm down on the desk, tilting it toward the minuscule man who carefully climbs over the kit’s plastic walls in order to get a better look. The mechanic is then left holding his breath as James puts a hand on his chin thoughtfully before humming as he looks over the scratch about half the doctor's size in length and no thicker than the width of his palm. 

After a minute, Eggs can no longer handle the suspense. “Tell it to me straight, Doc, how bad is it?” 

“I won’t lie, few have ever recovered from such an injury,” James admits. Looks up to sadly shake his head at the expression of pure devastation hovering directly above him. “I will do everything I can, but it might not be enough.” 

So...this is it. The end of Eggs Benedict. Even though he has accomplished a great many things, there is still so much he could have done. And now, he will never be able to. 

Eggs lets his forehead thunk onto the desk from despair. Appreciates James’ attempt to console him by patting his cheek that most likely has gone pale from blood loss. 

“Is now a bad time to bring up how much the operation will cost?” 

The mechanic carefully turns his head so his left temple is pressed against the cold, hard, unforgiving surface. Goes cross-eyed as he tries to focus on James standing a few steps away from the tip of his nose. “Depends. Are we talking an arm and a leg?” 

The doctor sighs. “We might as well be. A single standard sized adhesive bandage and a drop of antiseptic is expensive of their own, not including the fee for my services.” 

Eggs huffs through his nose, making James’ brown hair ruffle as the doctor raises an eyebrow. But rather than turn away the only person who can save him, the mechanic shutters dramatically. “Do what you must.” 

He’s rewarded with a smile and a pat on his nose before James walks over to the first aid kit. 

Not wanting to miss the show, Eggs lifts his head up before putting his uninjured arm up on the desk to rest his cheek on his fist. Now he has a perfect view to watch James haul himself into the kit filled with items taller than him. 

“Mind if I ask how you acquired such a devastating injury?” James asks as he kneels down to lift up a bandage wrapped in plastic. Proceeds to stand it up before letting it fall at an angle against the kit’s wall. 

“Someone was a sore loser and tried to cheat even though I made it to the office,” Eggs explains as he glares at the closed door to his left. “My arm was nearly cut cleanly off.” 

“I see,” James muses. It looks like the doctor wants to say something else, but he pauses to flip the selected bandage over the wall so it slides onto the desk. The doctor then jumps out after it. “You know, despite the situations you find yourself in, I’m surprised I have yet to see you get hurt enough to require stitches.” 

“Hey, I’m careful!” 

“Oh yes, very careful,” almost sounds like James doesn’t believe him. “But, and I hate to say this, it doesn’t seem like you necessarily need me.” 

Eggs gasps at the declaration that him kidnapping an easily pocketable doctor and putting him inside a custom made first aid kit to be readily available to tend to any kind of wound is unnecessary. 

And, well, maybe James is right about Eggs not needing a portable doctor, but Mike certainly does! This is just a trail run. How else would he know what kind of things the first aid kit needs? Or how to make the area dedicated for the doctor as comfortable as possible? 

Honestly, it’s like no one is at the same level of genius as he is. “Uh, yeah I do. I’m currently bleeding out right now.” 

Despite them currently running through a super serious scenario in which time would be of the essence, James stops the laborious task of ripping away the paper surrounding the bandage in order to blink up at Eggs. “You do realize you can’t keep me inside that first aid kit forever.” 

“And why not?” 

“Cawthon would start asking questions,” has Eggs tensing up at the realization his entire plan could fall apart if Scott catches wind of it before it’s ready to be field tested. Good thing James doesn’t notice his fear, the doctor going back to wrestling with the bandage. “Like why I’m not there to stop Schmidt from going home without first receiving proper medical attention.” 

Fuck! That’s one of the fifty reasons he’s doing this in the first place! If he proves this method hurts Mike instead of helps then he’ll never get the funding! 

“Well, it’s not forever,” Eggs quickly counters. “The first time I grabbed you, it was only for a day. And this time it’s only been for a week!” 

“And I can guarantee he’s suspicious of my ‘no injuries’ reports,” James says as he finally manages to shove the packaging away before grabbing the bandage to drag it toward Eggs’ arm. 

The mechanic groans in defeat, letting his head fall back onto the desk. “Scott takes the fun out of everything.” 

He feels a sympathetic pat on his arm before the odd sensation of minuscule shoes climbing up make goosebumps appear. Turning his head to better see the doctor, Eggs watches as James pulls the bandage up onto the arm next to the waiting cut. Proceeds to methodically jump down on one side to peel off the tab to reveal the sticky part, carefully maneuvers it so he doesn’t get caught in the glue before flattening it down, then repeats the same thing on the other side. 

Once he’s finished, James places the two tabs with the rest of the packaging as he carefully folds everything together. Turns to his patient with hands on his hips and a smile. “There, saved your life.” 

The mechanic slumps in relief. “How can I ever repay you?” 

Eggs hesitates at the thoughtful look. "How about an entire month of not having to worry about you grabbing me when I’m tiny.” 

“Well that’s just cruel,” earns him a shrug from James. 

“I did say it would be rather expensive for my services today.” 

Eggs sighs long and hard, grinning when he manages to completely mess up the doctor’s hair. “I guess that’s fair. Ooh, can I least take you to Mike first!” 

It’s definitely too soon to do a proper field test, and it’s a 50/50 chance whether or not Mike would join in his mission on making James portable, or end it all right then and there. But, if he manages to play his cards right? He could have something beautiful on his hands. 

The doctor looks between Eggs’ innocent smile and the first aid kit before narrowing his eyes. “You’ll take me to Schmidt?” 

“I swear,” definitely isn’t said with his fingers crossed. 

James still looks skeptical. “Right now?” 

Eggs glances at the clock. Curses when he sees it’s 5:55, meaning he was supposed to leave ten minutes ago if they wanted to catch Mike on time. “Yep!” 

The doctor doesn’t try to avoid the pinching fingers that carefully snag him off the desk, nor does he struggle or attempt to jump back out of the first aid kit once he’s plopped inside. Instead he simply gives a look that says if Eggs betrays him, the mechanic isn’t going to like the consequences. 

It’s a good thing Eggs has absolutely no desire to, at least in a way that will actually get him into trouble. Because trust him, James can be terrifying when he wants to be. And he’s only 50% sure the doctor had meant to be scary when he commented about knowing the most efficient way to knock someone out if they need to be. 

Though, then again, he could’ve been talking about Mike instead of some super fancy technique only doctors know about...point is, don’t cross James! 

After Eggs carefully shuts the kit and slips it into his pocket, he pauses to press his ear against the door to listen for any sign of an animatronic waiting for him. When it seems like the coast is clear, he punches the button before jumping away in case someone tries to grab him. Pumping his fist in silent celebration at seeing the hallway completely empty, he books it toward Ballora’s auditorium. Waves a goodbye at the ballerina as he runs straight through it to the staircase. 

After taking the stairs two steps at a time and running as quickly as he can about halfway across town, Eggs manages to make it to Fazbear’s Pizzeria in time to catch Mike before he went home for the day. It comes at a cost, however, that be him hunched over and panting like a dog as the veteran night guard stares down at him with keys to lock up the restaurant in hand. 

“You better not be running from trouble, fucker.” 

“Not...from,” Eggs tries to explain as he gasps for air that refuses to fill his lungs. “Running...to.” 

“If you’re dying, Snitches isn’t here to stitch your ass up.” 

The mechanic shakes his head before finally straightening up, flashing a grin at Mike’s raised eyebrow. Taking a deep breath as he brushes his hair back, Eggs points to the taller man. “See, don’t you just hate it that whenever you need James the most, he’s just never in the right place at the right time?” 

That grabs Mike’s attention as a smirk appears. “I don’t, but Phone Guy’s been asking where the hell he’s been all week.” 

Oh shit. “Well then I’ve got the perfect solution!” 

Eggs presents the first aid kit with a flourish before his entire pitch comes crumbling down, opening it before Mike loses interest and assumes it’s nothing special. 

It takes a moment, but then blue eyes brighten as the smirk morphs into a smile. “No fucking way.” 

“Morning, Schmidt,” James greets as he carefully sits up after looking like he had been thrown around. “I was worried we missed you with how bumpy the ride was.” 

“Oh, right,” Eggs hisses at the realization running might not have been the best idea while in possession of a portable doctor. “But hey, no concussions!” 

James gives him a flat look. “No, just contusions all across my arms and legs.” 

“...is that bad?” 

“Yes that’s bad.” 

“I’m keeping Sitches,” Mike announces, not leaving any room for argument as he plucks the kit out of Eggs’ grasp. But instead of helping James climb out, the veteran guard looks it over before gently closing the lid to watch their doctor disappear from sight. Latches it shut with a hum. “He can breathe and shit?” 

“Oh yeah, he’s got plenty of air,” Eggs reassures. “And he won’t get hurt as long as you don’t run with him.” 

He can see Mike think it over as he opens the kit again, which means at the very least he won’t get in trouble for putting his coworker inside a first aid kit after kidnapping them for a week. 

“You okay, Snitches?” 

“I’m fine,” James says. “I would just prefer that never happens again.” 

“Deal.” With that, Mike begins to close it again. 

“Schmidt, wait-!” 

The doctor’s cry is silenced by the latch snapping into place. And then the first aid kit is carefully slid into Mike’s chest pocket as Eggs waves his hands excitedly. “Great idea, right?” 

“Hell yeah it is,” means he’s got his backing, baby! “Mind if I keep him for a while?” 

“Of course not,” Eggs grins. ”As long as you cover me with Scott.” 

“He’ll be glad Stitches can send in a report today,” Mike smirks, which means he got off Scott free, baby! “But if Phone Guy says he needs his goddamn doctor back, no more shoving him into a goddamn kit.” 

Hey, all he wants is for Scott to give it a try! If the fossil can’t see the brilliance of it, then that’s on him. Eggs is just glad someone sees his vision. 

“Deal!” 

Mike gives a lazy salute. “See you later, Been A Dick.” 

Eggs does a quick celebration dance as the veteran guard starts walking home. Briefly stops to check his phone when he hears the distinct tone he’s assigned for his coworkers. Feels dread flooding through his veins as he reads the most foreboding text he will ever receive in his lifetime. 

J- I’m telling Scott

Welp. Time to rewrite his will so James doesn’t get his prized random collection of screws he’s acquired across all Fazbear locations, most are which are from David’s desk and it’s a miracle it hasn’t fallen apart yet. Tattle tails don’t deserve such an honor. 

[ssouverain]

fun fact : when i'm writing i'm always listening to this

[personalzombie-tv]

There's so many things i wanna say re: informed consent and aftercare in regards to ttrpgs and other roleplay situations but i can not get the ideas in the right order. Gonna give it my best shot though.

A lot of people who suck have been yelling on tiktok about consent surveys and checkins becoming more popular with mainstream DnD. And like- it's just like in bdsm really. You gotta know what you're getting into, provide continuous consent to it, and have a way out if it gets to be too much. The only real difference between sexily pretending to be someone's maid or whatever and pretending to be an orc in a massive collaborative storytelling session is the content of the pretending and how likely anyone involved is gonna get their rocks off to it. It's still the same kind of effect on the brain and you're gonna be processing emotions that come from that. It's super important to know exactly what to expect and be able to set hard (and soft) boundaries about what you are and are not ok with experiencing there.

There's a reason safewords are considered so important in a lot of bdsm circles even when the scene isn't a situation where a plain "no" might go ignored. It's an immediate stop and return to the real world outside of the play. Having that in non-sexy rp is an amazing tool. It lets the gm or other players know "hey this needs to stop now" without having to say those words or worry about whether it's a full stop or a pause. It pulls everyone out immediately and gets them on the same level. I think anyone who's unexpectedly encountered more than they could handle in a game can appreciate the ability to do that.

The thing I haven't seen talked about as much as that though is the concept of aftercare. Like, especially in high rp settings where emotions are running high you gotta be able to take the time afterward to calm down. You need to be able to talk to your friends and remember you're playing a game, they still care about you even if your character and theirs just tried to murder each other. Maybe it doesn't get talked about much cause there's no real word for it that doesn't have the sex connotation but we really should be. I've seen first hand how dropping after intense rp can hurt someone and leave them not wanting to continue playing. You gotta make room to take care of your friends. Especially in online gaming where you can't exactly just hand them a slice of pizza and tell them how well they did acting and how much you love them.

I don't know how to end this. I've just been thinking a lot about these things. I'm glad consent forms and check ins are becoming more normalized in the gaming space. Good for everyone that that's happening even if the old guard dudebros are pissed off about it

[glitzybunny]

New profile picture just dropped!! >:DDD

Made it flippable, I think it's pretty neat if I do say so myself~

[essektheylyss]

saw Chuck Tingle, he signed my writing journal, love is real, I have been inspired with joy to write again, ABSOLUTELY PUMPED

[zonecode]

Me reviving a blog for the specific purpose of writing a fight thread? It's not as surprising as you'd think!

[27-roses]

I started F4 Thailand tonight! I had already watched the original Kdrama at the beginning of the year and had a billion things to say about it. So, I have decided to write the thoughts that I may have, down for every episode that I watch, do some research for the subjects, and some other things. This is the first time I have ever thoroughly analyzed something like this, and I'm so excited! If you have any points you'd like to add for my writing, or want to ask some questions, please do! I really want to have some input on this and discuss the two shows, even though my creative level is not that great... I still want to

Uh yeah. That's what I'm up to o7