#this is gonna be interesting i can sense it

[notherpuppet]

things i've learned about fandom ❇️

i got into fandom pretty recently. i mean i'm pushing 30, so i didn't really "grow up" in fandom and thus, had a lot to learn about being nice online lol. i've definitely been in fandoms b4, but never quite as immersed as i am now. like, last year was the first time i've been to a con! it was really fun. i feel like i've learned a lot this year and i think most folks navigate without malicious intentions, but there are some faux pas that i've observed (that i have done myself unfortunately😖 ) and idk who may be interested in hearing this, but just some of my observations; (anthropologist hat on) dead dove do not eat: in the realm of fiction and freedom from censorship (which is cool as hell imo), there are gonna be some stories that may seem quite taboo or distasteful to one's sensibilities. if you're not a fan, i recommend blocking/muting. usually folks are quite good about tagging ships or dynamics, in consideration of those who may want to find or avoid that content.

the etiquette seems to vary by region of the world (makes sense) if commenting on a post for someone who speaks a different language than you, it may be better to avoid idioms/expressions as they may translate literally and seem harsh to another culture. (e.g. "omg they are sickening" a compliment in america, an insult maybe everywhere else LOL) obviously u can do whatever u want, but being a hater (or anti?) is probably gonna lose you some charm points. so if coming across a certain way is important to you, then this is probably just something to consider. for example, there are things i observe in fandom that i don't really like, but i avoid dogging on it publicly because idk that's kinda mean spirited, right? but also because i have this unexpectedly big following and i'm not trying to start a dogpile or sic people after others. the internet can be scary 😳 when i make complaints, i try to keep it vague so that individuals are not attacked cuz that would suck pls don't be a fandom cop: this is the internet, pls dont be a self-appointed authority figure. it's natural that folks will have their critiques. why not write about it in your own space instead of trying to control others' actions? (especially with an air of entitlement and self imposed moral authority, like cmon) obvs folks are gonna do whatever they want on the internet, i just think this behavior is lame as hell ight that's all i got LOL. this is for any fandom newbies like i was (this is not meant to be rules or anything because that would be icky. but just wanted to share my experience with fandom since i've learned a lot from discussions with others more versed in fandom life)

[punkpandapatrixk]

🥖Establishing Your Identity ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

I promise you there isn’t a single thing that’s exciting about being a copy of someone else’s elegance or magnificence🌹Since that in itself is already effort anyway, if you must establish a unique identity, why not stay true to your Divinity?🌻After all, isn’t everybody already singularly UNIQUE within themselves?🌸Just as a tulip isn’t to be compared to a jasmine or a magnolia, each specimen of flowers is fully accepted to be uniquely BEAUTIFUL in its own way~🌷

As a human woman, all you need to do to become the highest expression of your DIVINE BEAUTY, is to think like a flower… DECENTRE THE OPINIONS OF THE PATRIARCHY, BIH!🥖🥖🥖

Who the fuck cares what some penis-wielding creature thinks a woman can or can’t do?🐙Why should you allow the self-restrictions of femcel women define the limits of your personal interests?🦐

In this world that’s only forgotten the value of individual beauty, never underestimate the importance of YOUR unique imprint~🐾Being individually, organically, singularly and identifiably ORIGINAL in a garden of factory-produced plastic flowers is possibly the greatest, most valuable gift of fragrance you could share with the Divine Femmes of this world~💐

Psst...did you know that flowers are an enlightened expression of plants? Yup.

music: Like A Flower by Red Velvet IRENE

film: Flowers (2010)

deck-bottom: XI Judgement Rx, Gold Astronomer (John Dee), Priestess of Healing

[PAC Masterlist] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Patreon] [Paid Readings] [buymeaboba]

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 1 – Sweet Thorny Rose Who's Only for the Strong

vibe: Mafia In the morning by ITZY

seeds of Light – 6 of Cups

A bit dramatic. A bit over-emotional. More often than not, you’re super chaotic on the inside! Do you realise that you possess the superpower of HILARITY?🤪Yup, apparently that’s a word. You’re…rather unexpectedly…friendly, and actually pretty funny once people get to know you. Your hilarity, when displayed to the right people, can be panacea to their insecurity, confusion and even heartbreak🌿Oh my gosh, isn’t that a rare superpower—because obviously not that many people have your special kind of social intelligence!🐬

Most of all, you’re somebody who’s fiercely loyal to yourself! In the way that you simply exist, you sow the seeds of loyalty-to-self in the hearts and minds of those who are similar to yourself but lacking courage🦔In this world, people get swayed by external opinions, expectations and all that shit (blame the media, culture or whatever) and they become very doubtful of their worth and place in the world, so your particular kind of confidence in your sense of humour and self can be deeply healing, on top of inspirational~🌞

The thing about your confidence is, no matter what is at stake or what you have to sacrifice, you won’t let even the most expert manipulators, gaslighters or enablers bend and beat you into whatever stupid shape they wish you to be👻You stay true to your heart and vision no matter what it costs you to ‘lose’ in a battle of wit. You can ride the wave but you won’t lose yourself in the sauce. You never let society’s dictation—which is often highly unintelligent—influence your dreams or ideas about how you wanna go about Life~🧠

And that’s…how you win the war over your psyche! Now tell me how this isn’t a thing of the superheroes?🦄

growing and glowing – 7 of Pentacles Rx

In your boss babe aenergy, you tell yourself, every day, that you decide the pace of what you want to see manifest in your world. It sounds crazy and if you’re met with the wrong people, they’re gonna assume you’re a narc or a self-serving megalomaniac—but the whole time, you’re just a SIGMA or some shit🤪You’re the type of person who doesn’t require even an ounce of other people’s approving look to know that what you’re thinking for yourself is right. You, don’t even respond well to rules and orders that have ‘unreasonable’ written all over them🥴

And about ‘hard work’ or ‘hustle culture’? Well, if whatever is being discussed involves a lack of intelligence or sensibility, you ain’t buying it. It isn’t to say you can’t work hard at anything—it is to say that you will only devote yourself to endeavours that truly matter at the core of their conception🫀You don’t even buy this whole ‘work smart not hard’ narrative; for you, it’s always been about whether or not an effort is meaningful to your growth or the growth of the community in the grand scheme of everything. That, is how BIG your thinking gets🤯

And this is exactly what most people can’t even begin to grasp. People often frustrate you. And more likely than not, if you remain clear about these values of yours, you may be shunned by those that are weak and lazy in their minds🧳Their loss. You ain’t even interested in working or even walking with them slow ass fools—although you do possess enough empathy to understand that such fools are just afraid. But oh well~ can’t let other people’s Realities slow you down, now can you? So just like that, you keep on flying higher like a motherfucker🚀lmao

enlightened crown – King of Pentacles

Oh, you are certain to be richie rich at some point in Life—even if you had come from poverty, for instance, but that’s not the point. You’ve got this tenacity in you that’s obviously gonna be rewarded by some financial abundance in this lifetime. ‘Richie Bitchie’ is written all over your birth chart—go check, maybe you have strategic Capricorn/Saturn placements?🪐Anyway, keep your ‘genius hustle’ all to yourself and remember that you don’t gotta share your secret sauce to abundance with nobody who don’t respect you for you, OK?🍅🌶🥫

You’re free to live for yourself, in a paradise of your own making, with only your people—you know what I’m saying? When it comes to other people’s company, I always say: ‘Never chase after anybody’s attention. Let them prove themselves worthy of your affection.’ Then again, who am I to even be telling you this?🤡Your mind is strong and you already know all of this. Maybe you just need to be validated/reminded every now and then, so you don’t feel so alone in your ‘sigma’ aenergy🎃

Anyway, in a world so social, surely every one of us needs to compromise every now and then—after all, we live in society. But I think, you shouldn’t ever give in to its rules and expectations when it comes to your guarding your values🛡It’s weird how some people be making it sound like being assertive or introverted or shy or a loner is a crime—the world has bigger problems than girls liking their own company and focused on their personal goals🤹

UNLOCKING SUPERPOWERS🔻💜

courage to be yourself – Silver Historian (Polydore Vergil)

always be alright – Priestess of Luxury

Access bonus, cards + affs on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 2 – The Caterpillar Who Became the Butterfly Who Became a Dragon

vibe: New Woman by LISA

seeds of Light – XVII The Star

Hello, natural-born Superstar!🎇Do you have strong Aquarius placements or 11H Stellium? Maybe you have strategic fame-degrees in your natal chart? 5°, 17°, and 29° are three of the most common ‘fame degrees’ in astrology, so you might wanna check that out, too. Basically, since your preconception, you were written to be a trailblazer of sort. It doesn’t matter the capacity or the variety—you were designed to achieve some level of publicity or notoriety in this lifetime🎳huehue

For that very reason, in this incarnation, you were never meant to be static, just this one thing that appeals to everybody’s palates. Part of your ‘blueprint’ involves constantly changing and transforming yourself, your paradigms, again and again, numerous times until you become one again with your Higher Self whilst in a physical form💞REINVENTION is your middle name. You are boundlessly creative and fresh! Although sometimes you may get exhausted…

That said, if you’re somebody who isn’t easily defined, it’s only because you’re too ORIGINAL. It’s because you’re a PROTOTYPE fresh out of the blueprint; people are still catching up with figuring you out~🧬hahah But that’s what’s really exciting about being BORN EXTRAORDINARY, right? Many would love to be reborn as something similar to you in their next lives, did you know that?🎈

growing and glowing – 6 of Pentacles

The reason that you’re a prototype, which obviously can be quite a lonely experience, is that your Soul wanted to bring more extraordinary colours to the whole Human Experience itself. Your Soul saw and understood how drab and dull the lives of many on Earth look to the Celestials, so you came down to contribute something more exciting~☄️That was all, really. Uplifting of the human spirit, so that their eyes become upgraded enough to perceive more colours of Love~🌈

Prototypes are rarely the most popular things or people, but one thing for sure is that they’re remembered, venerated almost, as the ones who started this new thing no one had even thought about. Prototypes are ones forever remembered as a positive force of change; the opener of new pathways of thinking or being, breathing, living, expressing~🍏Of all the Piles, you really came down here to be of service—first and foremost by just being yourself😘

The truth of the matter is, it’s enough that you’re here. And if you really feel a pull towards that fame and notoriety, all you need to do right now is keep doing this one thing that’s most authentic to your Soul. Keep at it until you become so masterful at it the world can’t help but MANIFEST you into the world stage so people can actually benefit from your Lightwork! Crazy, right? But it’s really that easy! You really be magical like that, hoe~🤩

enlightened crown – 8 of Wands Rx

The 8 of Wands in reverse here is basically saying: ‘close your ears to the world!’🙉hahah No, no, it isn’t telling you to become a narc—it’s saying that you can safely listen to your Heart’s whisper when it comes to establishing your identity in this loudly confused world~🙈Babe, you’re the voice of reason that’s meant to tear down the old paradigm of boredom, where’s the sense in you instead following the crowds?🙊Ya got that?

If you’re going to grow and bloom into anything magnificent at all, might as well grow and bloom into the most enlightened expression of Yourself🌺Be honest, speak your truth, don’t get yourself killed lmao The way to immortality, the way to remaining evergreen in the minds of those still living on Gaia, is through being the most ICONIC person to ever walk there. And you can only be that way if you’re honest to your heart to boot🌼

Let yourself grow day by day, breathing deeply at every moment, and should the occasion arise, always be ready to paint yourself anew, to serve a new era of Mankind, where people actually get to establish their Heaven on Earth through conscious choices that reflect the Divinity within🐛Remember that you are the Prototype—one day all of Humanity is going to be just like you🦋But for now, you’re the caterpillar who turned into a butterfly who became a DRAGON!🐉

UNLOCKING SUPERPOWERS🔻💚

courage to be yourself – Silver Astrologer (John Dee)

always be alright – Priestess of Patience

Access bonus, cards + affs on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 3 – Sensitive and Strong Shine On Soft Spectre of Surreal Sunshine

vibe: Mantra by JENNIE

seeds of Light – 5 of Pentacles

Oh, you silly goose🦆On the outside you look unrealistically beautiful and almost intimidating, but on the inside, you’re just a smol hamster who wants to be friends with everybody🐹At the core of your being, you’re thee definition of a girl’s girl—anybody would be lucky to have you as a friend. You’re loyal as fuck. But hey, society is rife with losers, right? Your looks have gotten you misunderstood and hated for literally the lamest reasons. That’s a little ‘problem’ we could have for being a natural-born Royalty—those with a peasant mentality tend to harbour resentment to those they recognise as possessing an ✨EXPENSIVE✨ aura. You know that, right?🌛

Thing is, you’re not at all intimidating like Gordon Ramsay or Marco Pierre White or Anna Wintour. You’re a different kind of intimidating altogether. You’re sweet, beautiful, polite and friendly, basically you’re a ray of sunshine. People think you’re gullible—whoops!💀With you, it isn’t just a matter of status or accomplishment, but that people hate with a passion women like you who know exactly what you’re worth. Your standards for almost every aspect of your own existence are sky-high! Babe, you are the standard of existence🪁

Women like you are rare and should be cherished as a role model for young girls. High-quality Human female who not only possesses a good heart and brains but also has the audacity to own your pretty!🩰What’s society gonna do with a mutiny like this? Woman was supposed to take a supporting role and remain eternally humble and doubting herself so that man could take on the role of uplifting her from her 'default' confusion, right?🎣

Men have composed sleazy scriptures to confound the Divine Feminine; how dare you sing against their gospel?😫pffft

growing and glowing – Knight of Pentacles

Keep confounding them then. Give ‘em a taste of their own medicine, gurl. See, people think you’re gullible or stupid, right? That makes everything a lot easier—because in reality, you’re the kinda gal who strategizes immaculately, all while thinking to yourself: ‘This is how big girls play. If you can’t play the big games, go away.’ Actually, you take great pleasure in outdoing everybody if only you’d vocalise this😜Buuut, you’re too graceful for that~🤭

You’ve got sense. You’re superbly intelligent. You were most likely born rich or have that presence about you that gets everybody thinking: ‘Surely one day she’s gonna be stupid rich.’🫦Beware of leeches at every turn, girl! You’ve gotta be able to admit to yourself that not everybody’s gonna have your best interest at heart, OK? You could totally be targeted for your resources when people realise that they can’t even begin to compete with you on an even ground, let alone WIN against you. And that’s truly, really the sad part of all of this…🩸

Because you never wanted to compete with anybody. If you’ve ever competed with anybody it is with the you of yesterday. People are weird to be feeling a sense of competition with you, because the whole time, you chose to be born at this passage of time exactly to uplift other women—to awaken them from their own complicity in upholding the patriarchy. To simplify, and if you’ve never thought of this before, let this be the first time you’re hearing it…

enlightened crown – 9 of Wands Rx

Women who are inclined to feel inferior to you are those who possess a femcel psychology deep inside of them. These are the dangerous pick-mes, queen-mes, and malignant female narcs and manipulators. These types of women seek to be a harbinger of chaos in the lives of PRETTY GURLS like you. Don’t be wasting your time on these Ghislain Maxwell wannabes if you wanna live a prosperous Life!🤠

This that pretty girl mantra. Pretty girls don’t do drama… ‘less we wanna

Yup, ‘less you wanna and it’ll be depending on the type. ‘Bring the drama only if it’ll make me munny’📞lmao You smart like that. Drama is a hustle. Hustling can be dramatic. Reputation on the line? Might as well gain something out of it, so that whichever way the wind blows, you WIN BIG either way. Total boss babe move🚬

You’d never let people waste your time. Since dealing with people is exhausting anyway, you gotta make sure that you get some kind of compensation. Hmm I’m sure you’ve got some strategic, auspicious Capricorn/Saturn/10H placements hahah Jennie Kim, Jang Wonyoung and Lily-Rose Depp come to mind when I think about your aenergy. Such unfailingly kind, optimistic and beautiful aenergy~🎀

UNLOCKING SUPERPOWERS🔻💗

courage to be yourself – Silver Physician (John Dee)

always be alright – Priestess of Opulence

Access bonus, cards + affs on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

[PAC Masterlist] [Part 2] [Part 3]

[Patreon] [Paid Readings] [buymeaboba]

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Now don't throw tomatoes at me but I'm actually really excited to finally see malleus again— I've always loved malleus since we met him in the story, but I'm also sooo curious about what's gonna happen next,, I'm wondering the obvious thing, about whether or not we might get a parralel scenario like what happened with the KoD and silver will have to "slay" malleus or at least be the one to land a killing blow, but I also saw a really interesting post focusing on how magic is a manifestation of dreams and deep desires and imagination,,,, in that case, I may (VERY delusionally) hope that Yuu finally gets to be a major part of the story for once??? Even reading the novels, there HAS to be something bigger for yuu— while the idea of crowley simply being an incompetent airhead is fun and more comfortable, haven't you thought that meybe he pulled them into this world deliberately??

All to say, what if at some point, Yuu somehow manifests magic in a very dire moment ?? You know lol?? Agh idk. I just want yuu to finally make impactful choices but that IS too much to ask, as far as we can see for now,,, (but hey, that part leading up to ace getting is UM, and the convo between him and yuu,,, it *does* give one a sliver of hope, doesn't it? :') )

Don't worry, no tomato throwing here! 😅 I may not care for certain characters, but I’m not going to shame anyone that does. You’re free to think however you want about Malleus!

dbjsvsJcwhj My personal feelings about him aside, I am actually glad he’s finally relevant to the main story again. He’s missed out on so much of his own book OTL In the time he’s been gone, the fandom has been left to speculate about both his and Lilia’s potential death flags. I really doubt Twst will have the balls to kill off one of them, but it would be cool to at least see Silver delivering the final blow to knock some sense into (not necessarily kill) OB Malleus.

Yes, it’s true that Silver states in the recent update that magic was originally considered “a miracle borne of strong desires from the heart.” But 💦 I don’t think that means Yuu would randomly manifest magic in the final fight?? It feels more like a “let’s save the day with the power of friendship” to me, but I could of course be wrong.

I understand being frustrated that Yuu’s participation in the main story seems to fluctuate a lot, with most of their activity being books 3, 4, and segments of 1, 6, and 7. That’s not much, especially considering how long books 6 and 7 are. Sometimes (even in events) it feels like Yuu is barely there, as most dialogue options don’t involve different reactions from the characters. Even Yuu's quest to find a way home is barely addressed or taken seriously until early in book 7. Yuu hasn't gotten "real" development unless you count them realizing their Disney dreams are prophetic in book 5, taking the initiative to save Grim in book 6, and that dialogue option about them being worried they're not contributing + the related convo with Ace in book 7. All very short moments in the grand scheme of things. And honestly, I think that makes sense for the kind of character Yuu is. A blank slate, a self-insert, an outsider that's easy to exposit information to, someone with which to view the story, characters, and world through. Yuu is primarily there to be the POV character, the lenses, the camera that we see Twst through. They're not really meant to be a traditional "main character". It's possible that Twst gives them a slightly bigger role at the very end (especially with what went down in the dream in book 7), but I doubt it will be a huge triumphant moment where they and they alone save the day or deal the final blow in a crazy act of self-sacrifice. Twst has always been a story that puts the NRC boys first, while Yuu is the observer.

I've noticed that the complaint of Yuu not doing a lot in the story comes mainly from English speaking fans?? And I guess that makes sense, given how western culture tends to emphasize independence and standing out. They want Yuu to reflect that. They want to be the ones to make a difference. I don't even remember ever seeing these same comments from the Japanese speaking fans; it's definitely a less common sentiment for them. The Japanese fans seem pretty content with Yuu being an observer and taking on more of a minor or supporting role. Again, this fits in with what I understand of many eastern cultures. They're demurer, not wanting to stand out too much from the crowd and instead prioritizing group harmony. Very interesting cultural difference to note!

It's a common theory (with many variants) that Crowley intentionally summoned Yuu to Twisted Wonderland for his own nefarious motives. People found him pretty sus right away due to how he seems to not put in any real time or effort into investigating a way to send Yuu home. Plus, there's that ominous opening monologue of his to consider. However, I don't think he summoned Yuu because of their (potential) great magical capabilities. The Mirror of Darkness tells us that it doesn't sense a shred of magic in Yuu, and Leona smells zero magic on them (though that could be because it hasn't technically manifested yet, as some fans claim).

The idea is that Yuu is supposed to be plain. They are supposed to be magicless. Why? To humble the NRC students and to show them that asserting yourself violently or with great magical power ISN'T the way to go. To show them value in strategizing (which Yuu does in the prologue by helping Grim aim at the ghosts), of camaraderie. What does it say about the story's themes if Yuu, the person who is supposed to be showing them the worth of mundane things, is suddenly... "secretly ultra-strong, actually/“just like you guys” (even if it's only a temporary hope-fueled magic)? It might contradict what has already been set up. It also breaks the self-insert appeal of Yuu, since developing magic would also mean Yuu would later have to further develop things like proficiency in magic, best/worst subjects, and an unique magic/signature spell... meaning Yuu HAS to become better "defined", thus losing their blank slate nature. This would surely upset some fans who deeply project onto Yuu, have a Yuusona, etc.

Yuu can still make an impact on the characters and the world--and they have, judging by how much closer the boys are with each other--without having to be The Most Special One or like everyone else. I think it undermines what Yuu has already managed to achieve to say that they haven't made an impactful choice at ANY point in the main story when I believe they definitely have. Yuu made the choice to sign the contract with Azul. Yuu made the choice to approach Malleus. Yuu made the choice to go against Crowley's orders and go retrieve Grim from S.T.Y.X. Yuu made the choice to get Leona’s help with the contracts. Yuu made the choice to stand with Adeuce against Riddle in book 1. Yuu made the choice to let the VDC/SDC tribe train at Ramshackle. Yuu has done a lot, and all without needing to seize the spotlight or to do anything big and flashy. I don't think Yuu needs to be big and flashy. There is pride to be had in simplicity and being humble too. There is pride in representing the 90% of humans in Twisted Wonderland that are ordinary and without magic.

(An aside: so if Yuu wasn’t able to manifest magic in many other extreme instances, does that mean their desire to save Grim in book 6 wasn’t “enough”? That their desire to save Ramshackle, their one and only home in this world, wasn’t “enough”? It implies that Yuu didn’t wish hard enough for these other things they clearly care about and want.)

I think a good way to give Yuu a decent role while staying true to their design as a blank slate would be for Twst to really lean into the whole "beast tamer" aspect that was introduced all the way back in the prologue. This would work well with their deep connection to Grim as well. Assuming that Grim ends up being the final OB... We could easily have the NRC students and staff on the ropes, Malleus at his wit's end after exhausting himself with his own OB, a rampaging Grim about to end it all. And then... one lone figure shakily rises from the rubble and confronts Grim. One human. Magicless, defenseless. A human lost in an unfamiliar world, a human who believes they're useless and don't contribute much. A human who is always in need of being protected by others. But not anymore. This time, it's Yuu's turn to protect what they love--their friends, this world they've come to love, Grim. Ace and Deuce yelling at Yuu to not be stupid, to get back--but Yuu just advances, calling out to Grim and begging him to stop. And maybe it's Yuu's wish that rallies everyone and/or gets OB Grim to hesitate. That's when they can strike. Is that corny? Yeah. Does it sound like the ending to a Disney film? Sure. But it still grants Yuu, a magicless human that is supposed to be there to teach everyone about friendship, cooperation, and humility, their big moment to shine. The best of both worlds, I'd say.

[sanguinesky-if]

I gonna be so sincere rn if i could tell if any of the Ros have money it wouldn't be so hard for me to choose a route?

What can it say, financial security is a really attractive trait.

Finally, an interest grounded in common sense 😂

Morgan is the richest, so as I said before, anyone who pursues Morgan subconsciously pulls out a golden ticket in so many ways.

L is wealthy and also comes from a rich family, so it will take, you know, some time to get there.

K is the least wealthy among the ROs but still has enough money to live alone comfortably. Plus, they generally don't spend much on themselves.

Everyone else falls into the "money is not a concern" middle category [between Morgan and L].

Hope this helps!

[bigdingus1234]

This is no secret but I absolutely love Geraldus! He's very similar to Khalid in the sense that, despite how afraid he can get, he will always persevere. AND SHAME ON JAHEIRA FOR NOT SEEING THAT. She was gonna kick him out the Harpers as if she didn't have a Husband that was the exact same way. (This is not negative talk on Jaheira I promise, I love her sm)

Also his excitement from becoming a full blown Harper in the epilogue is cute, I love how he invites the pc to join watch the ceremony :')

It's a shame he only has that one interaction in the Harper safe house because he's such a cool and interesting character. He doesn't care how dangerous being a Harper is, he knows this job will likely get him killed one day and he's scared (rightfully so), but he's determined to fight anyway.

On that note though, I do think he probably isn't usually that afraid all the time, the situation we meet him in definitely affect our perception of him. He'd just witnessed his friends (and in my hc his harper sponser but that's not canon so we can ignore that--) get killed and replaced by doppelgangers, and told that if he doesn't do as he's told he would be next. For someone who is new to the Harper life, THAT IS TERRIFYING. And I don't think Jaheira gives him enough slack, he did everything he possibly could to warn us of the ambush and, if its successful, you end up surprising them instead. He also joins you in the fight! This man is brave as hell!

BG3 Positivity - Tell me about your favourite!

Tell me something you love about your favourite Baldur's Gate 3 character! Tell me lots if you like! Bonus points for: - NPCs and lesser known characters - Villains - Characters many people hate

IMPORTANT RULES:

- No negative talk about any character - Be kind about others' likes!

I really want to see what people like most about their favourites, but I am going to be strict on that rule - if you don't like a character, and/or don't agree with someone's take, that's fine! But just keep that comment on the inside, let's be nice and share joy, support enthusiasm, and have fun!

[woooshworldtwo]

AT A LOSS

TAGS: WIFE!READER [Originally just mentioned once in dialogue but otherwise just spouse is used when describing said relationship between characters], Husband!Caracalla x Reader x Unrequited!Geta, Mentions of sex, Brief mentions of slavery [gladiators in the Colosseum], Brief mentions of animal cruelty [animals participating in the Colosseum], Historical inaccuracies, I'm not sure what else.

FIRST NOTE: I think I wanted to try accentuating the care he wants to give reader and therefore ends up treating those around him as what he sees them as- disposable and like shit. Geta is a TERRIBLE man so I guess I just wanted him to be pining for someone he knows is out of reach. I was gonna make it a series to like Caracalla x partner reader x unrequited Geta. if this is the first chapter, ngl idk where to trail off from there. i kind of write while im smoking just to fuck around so maybe i could write at least five-ish chapters if i think of a good enough plot. WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK?? who knows i could even do the same with Caracalla, it could make sense cause he literally kills his brother in the movie

SECOND NOTE: pov ur me, high off like five tokes and u watch Gladiator 2 the day it comes out on Paramount+. BOOM, obsessed, love it, don't even care about the historical inaccuracies. For some reason, as someone as not all there like Caracalla is, having that deep relationship with his brother, once he notices that lil interest Geta has, or even just the doubts of others finally becoming to a point where my guy has to LOCK IN to keep his partner w him. not cause they don't love them, I think it would be cause he loves THEM too much. I'm talking bristling at the notion whenever he thinks of them together. JUST UNSPOKEN TENSION. do u guys enjoy that?

THIRD NOTE: unfortunately, i have more to talk about but no one to say it to so ur my audience. yelling into the mic i ask, do you guys think I should write porn of Caracalla and reader FUCKING?? idk if it would even include Geta- IT COULD, WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT. I sort of just wanted to explore writing intimacy as an actual action instead described as thoughts. leave ur thoughts on what u guys think on that too bc im literally so curious.

PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORK, I BET YOU

Summer in your lungs, and alcohol swimming in your stomach; Caracalla wonders if he's seen beauty such as yours. Never alone in the hours of the night, the lovers he takes soon notice how harder he is to satisfy, to sedate into a warm puddle wrapped in expensive sheets- instead becoming unflinching to the pleasures that usually melt his tortured mind.

Intense with his emotions, he swears this affection was there from first glance. Taken sight of you at in your hazy glory; the clothes accentuating the shade of your skin, the warmth of your eyes, it only takes months before you two wed.

From there, days are blissful. Misery always follows, but he finds with your company at his side, falling into the episodes of madness are rarer and rarer.

Perhaps it's the sweetness of your soul mending what his lacks, or having the closeness of your body distances the pestering thoughts appearing out of thin air. No matter what is it, with his claws dug into your being- he refuses to let go.

Dimmed by what other's consider insanity, it's difficult not to see Caracalla's growing lucidness. Coming face to face with it, Geta realizes any foes and enemies of Rome has never been as close as his brother has to the inner workings of his mind.

Divided by grace, the affection for you has been its limit. As the eldest, Caracalla bears the pitying glances from other's in the palace; to have the responsibilities laid on Geta is blasphemy, but who else can handle its weight when his mind is in two?

Who else to lessen its everlasting ache if not you? For that reason, such as many others, is why he cannot risk this becoming what he has grown familiar with- sharing with his brother.

Holding the same curiosity he did in the faint moments of childhood, his Adam's Apple bobs faintly- and when you look to follow its movements before returning your gaze to him: a faint shiver is felt and repressed in that same breath. "Caracalla?"

Asking in a murmur, he knows what you're referring to. Living with you these past handful of months, he can recall the number of times you've cut each conversation he's thought out into nothing more than small talk. In one worded questions, he cannot help but admire the relaxed sight of you.

So much so, he allows you to each time. Tossing the unspoken plans of connection for small talk, he nods. A hint of a smile is seen, and alone from that, you beam back at him.

Genuine like the sun, to continue seeing it, it makes it easy for him to keep spew out half thought words in hopes something he says would land. "He will arrive shortly, do not worry.", it ends with your name, echoing from his mouth, and although the God's have given him the same glory they themselves hold at their fingertips; nothing has sounded as holy.

Bounded by faith, the prayers he spills are ingrained in the folds of his brain, but once consumed in these times of power, he wonders if he should dare step closer to the soul he swears should beat for him.

"... Geta?", Unknowing for how much time has past, the beaming smile you once held is melted into a small frown. Quietly urging him to the present like he's seen you do with his brother, there's a warmth blooming in the hallow part of his chest.

Cherishing the brief concern, it only seems to remind him what Caracalla has naturally and what he takes the scraps of.

Still leaned back into the expensive marble, the wall itself is a pale enough color to forget about, instead focusing on the features he, too, fantasizes of in passing moments alone.

"Where did you go?", Too familiar with speaking to the other emperor, the question is thoughtless when spoken, yet its weight is felt nonetheless. "Nowhere. Just here.. Are you enjoying yourself?", Taking a pause, he eventually speaks again. It's done when walking to the the throne nearing Caracalla's; the one you sit in.

"Quite the spectacle.", Your eyes peer down at the sight below; bloodshed in the Colosseum's sand doesn't make your stomach twist like it once did, however when watching captured men swing weapons- and seeing another one fall, you look to him again.

Sitting at his own throne, you find his eyes already on you; a quirk upturning on his lips to show the pleased buzz your words give him. Gladiators from conquered lands, their purpose in Rome is to win their survival and amuse any passing visitors. Yet in the past year or so, since your arrival, he's found a deeper sense of pride at their display.

Growing passed the Senator's praise, passed continuing his parents past teachings, he has found serenity in the amazement you hold so clearly.

Seeing your wonder at the captured animals; their stature towering over the sand's flat ground, using its strength to trample over any competitors- he finds himself chasing the occasional bursts of attention he manages to keep with in your magenta sunlight.

Never promising loyalty to anyone; he chases it when you're unable to give it, the mess of concubines and courtesans who he cannot remember the names nor the faces of, only remembering their similarities to you- their purpose has been asked for more as of late, and neglected all the same soon after.

No matter if it was seeing a person with hair similar to yours, a familiar sounding voice, even just dressed in clothing resembling your own; they were sought out after in hopes of finding you in them.

He finds it only lasts briefly.

Of course sex is endless, at the call of his voice and at the stop of a groan; services are there to satisfy whatever craving he has. But after each round of breathlessness, he finds that hunger for what is missing growing into something insatiable.

Hours spent, feeling their bodies, picturing what your own must look like underneath the white moonlight casting into his bedchambers. Each thrust is heavy with yearning he cannot mend, moaning for warmth he cannot have; he damns Caracalla in those times for finding you first before he did.

Perhaps then would you be his spouse. To bed you the same way his brother does would be true nirvana, to hear those same whimpers he knows you're able to make, to feel you shiver and tighten around him the same way those people do; it's what he longs for.

He's certain then he'd be more than just rough, chasing whatever high is made in a blurry of orgasms- it becomes difficult to differentiate who is with him and who is imagined; not when his eyes are shut and your image is all he sees in its darkness. Tenderness is taught, and if his brother was able to learn to extend that same to you; there is no doubt he'd do the same.

"Are you enjoying it?", Turning your focus back onto Geta, his answer is a hum. The sound is husky from passing thoughts, and strain for what should be hidden; he takes a moment to gather his words.

"I always favor your company, the spectacle is merely entertainment.", Repeating what you said only minutes ago, the unexpressed emotions behind it is registered in your mind- and although brushed off originally, that denial you have becomes harder to not believe Geta's feelings becoming more noticeable in the time spent at his brother's side.

"The ambience of cheering Roman's, animals in pain, and dying men; no wonder we have such lively conversations in these times.", Another quality of yours he finds endearing is your dryness. The harshness soaked into your veins from being raised by your family has not changed you the way it has him he notices; viewing the cruelties of Rome in whatever light you could shed, he once again almost smiles, a quirk of his lips turning upwards showing.

"Complaining to the emperor for the privileges he's given you? What an ungrateful wife you are.", Breaking out into a smile, what is said is anything but malicious. Leaving Caracalla unmentioned; unsaid, his mind is soothed from its ache, mending itself when remembering it's just you and him- hidden away.

Alone in a place where he can pretend you two are more than in-laws, there's a warm stirring at the sound of your laughter. Filled with humor you express so freely, it reminds him of conversations with your father throughout the years; his stories of your youth.

Defiant in ways he wishes he'd seen, and mischievous in ways he knows you still are; the only changes is now you're not tangible. Yet, lost in affections like he never got to be as a boy, he doesn't mind who he's face to face with now. Not in the slightest.

"Forgive my insolence, emperor; I plead for it.", Clearly you speak to Caracalla too much because the shiver trailing up his spine goes directly into that heated feeling in his abdomen. Aware you're unknowing to the effect you have, it only worsens at the hint of playfulness heard.

"Oh, you're forgiven. The God's have extended their mercy onto you today, but be wry, they could change their mind.", Unwilling to give into the arousal brewing, the tension he's created in his body, he replies with a smile- one that lingers too long.

Mischief isn't needed to be noticed in the palace, not with the two emperor's having their souls intertwining themselves with your own- no longer being unheard by those around you, that streak remains. It brings an amusement greater than bloodshed to Geta, and even more so to Caracalla. Smoothness of your words he swears is coated with the sweetest of wines; it disarms what would be seen as scrutiny as nothing more than a jest.

With humor being forgotten in such trying times; outside of what the Colosseum offers, and outside of the different celebrations of another conquered land- Geta finds your spirit is lightening to what is constantly dampening in his.

Shouts of Roman's are heard, like you predicted, and another man falls. However, with neither of you truly paying attention to the sight; their deaths were not offered the same graciousness you're given so carelessly, so frivolously: and when one of the last remaining takes their bow to surrender- only then do you look away.

To see your eyes of amusement grow into something unreadable, his own smile dims into a frown.

Standing from the throne, his hands rest on the Bisellium's railing, he grips onto it tightly when seeing below. Blood stains the sand as always; the deceased laid out over it in the afternoon heat, and the two lone man kneel. Meters away from one another, your eyes flicker between them, and soon Geta speaks up again.

Mercy is yelled in the air, and when he asks you, his voice is quieter than intended, "Shall we show mercy?"

Sparking what was lost, you nod, and another smile is seen, "Mercy."

Prayers do not solve what is inevitable, he finds, not when the God's blood soars through his body. The threat of rebellion, and the stings of betrayal, that mask that hides it all becomes wavering whenever he's with you; wishing to you like he did as a child to the God's for power, to worship you in ways he only should deities- it almost feels blasphemous.

Even more so now, when you don't understand the importance behind what he says; the grace he offers, the laughs he lets slip out- it is only the beginning of what he could promise you.

FOURTH NOTE: Now that you've made it this far, I wanna like drift away from what I was writing on my old account. it was just small paragraphs, but writing on a laptop just HITS DIFFERNT- literal hours spent doing this shit. I don't rlly wanna take requests bc i feel like my time is just too hectic for that, BUT I WOULD LOVE to hear your guys thoughts!! Okay, small series on these characters- Quinn Mossbacher, Simon Kalivoda, Ethan Russell, DIMITRI KRAVIOFF, DANIEL MARKOWITZ, JASON HOCHBERG, and finally our beloved; Caracalla. bad part is I haven't most of the movies they're in, so i don't want it to be inaccurate.

FIFTH NOTE: currently i'm writing a Johnny Storm fic series inspired by the new Fantastic Four trailer (writing the third chapter of what could be a five or even eight part series if I get to understand that franchise better), an Eddie Muson fic mainly just to fuck around and post that old one I never got a chance to. also an Adrian Chase fic i found on my laptop, another one for Koby from the one piece live action (I was inspired when the show first came out), and joe goldberg

FINAL NOTE: I've wanted to get into watching Yellowjackets. LOVE THE SHOW. Another thing I wanted to ask bc when I write for women characters, i like to write them as WLW. SO would you guys like it if i also wrote for Iris (Companion), SISTER BARNES (Heretic), Jinx (Arcane), Lucy Maclean (Fallout), Rhiannon Lewis (Sweetpea)?? one day if i sell out and get a membership to Prime or those silly addons; I WILL.

[asksnowton]

*tap tap*

is this thing on?

It's been a while, huh?

(Chit chat under the cut)

How have you all been?

Are any of you still here?

Still interested in the story I want to share?

I've been pushing it off for so long

But I do want to continue this.

Sorry it's been so long.

Life has really been hectic. That's all I can say, really. (Along with. I've just had other interests I wanted to explore)

I got compelled to draw this au again, because I've been showing my friend Deltarune for the first time.

Really unlocked some memories and hidden motivation.

So, lemme explain the thought behind some of this miscellaneous doodles.

1: Banner. Our favorite snow hoe.

2 & 3: redesigning Vey's outfit. The outfit themes for this au are wintery, so every unique au outfit has fur in it. Couldn't think of a way to incorporate this with Vey while speaking to their laziness AND their job as a fashion designer, so at first I gave them a hoodie and called it a day. BUT while brainstorming, I realized bathrobes can be fluffy, AND elegant, while at the same time signalling that Vey hasn't gotten out of bed/put much effort into their appearance.

Sorry for the long ramble on these two, I'm really into design and stuff, and their design was bugging me for a LONG time and I FINALLY figured out how to tackle it in a way I like.

In future drawings I'm probably gonna have the robe drape a bit more though. Like a semi-train of that makes sense

4-6: Vi ice-skating. I've become really attached to the idea of Snow au Vi doing this. It fits her. Elegant, cold.

7&8: So. This is gonna seem random (cause it is) but Vi x Tasque Manager has been a ship in my mind for almost as long as Vi has been introduced to the blog? I never could figure out a way to incorporate it organically though, so it never happened. Dunno if it will ever happen. But they mean a lot to me so I decided to share the them. Ig it's up to you guys if you wanna see them get together sometime. So lmk your thoughts on that.

9. Tasque Manager and Swatch friendship. She is so concerned. She thought that little man was dead. And she does not like the fact that Swatch is sacrificing so much of their mental health to care for him. Potential boss battle.

10. Ice Jevil. This has been his design concept for quite some time but I think I can do better. I've been trying not to show this au's Jevil, I've been wanting to keep him a super secret... But I think everyone knows he's here already lol.

As long as I don't spill anything story wise, I figured there's no harm in showing him y'know.

So behold.

The boy!!!

Uh yeah

That's it I think.

I might get to doodling more story stuff.

After years of struggling mentally, I think I'm ready.

See ya when I see ya

Love you guys fr fr

[kiwii-11]

it’s a secret!

in which . . . honey and their least favourite roommate don’t have a lot in common that they can talk about, other than the topic of romance, surprisingly.

or . . . kayla questions honey’s love life just in time for guy to come home from work.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, second person pov, during the time when the two are roommates with kayla, after the confession, secret dating, honey! reader, set in university, honey is a great cook bc i said so, honey also teases guy as much as he teases them

even though you would rather be caught dead than hanging out with your third roommate, kayla happened to still be in the kitchen when you left your room to make your dinner.

when you put the ad up looking for some new roommates, you weren’t really expecting a miracle. but you were a bit annoyed the first time you opened the fridge to find your lunch taken with a note replacing it saying ‘sorry have morning class’. and then again when your laundry was all pink because she tossed in her red bra with your whites. you weren’t expecting this kind of roommate, and you were lucky when guy saw your ad around campus and hit you up after your shared elective class. he, at least, didn’t miss rent due to his job at the pizza place, and never asked you to cover.

it was better than paying for the whole thing alone, you would tell yourself.

and then you see that you have no more passata sauce and that kayla is eating tomato soup. typical.

“hey,” she calls as she stares at her phone, “you eating now too?”

“looks like it,” you respond as you try to figure out what to cook now, “what are you still doing up? you have classes in the morning.”

“yeah, well, i’m gonna skip,” she claims with shrugged shoulders, “this guy from my econ class asked me out so i’m going out. i won’t be back til late at night, he wants to take me around the city all day.”

you glance at the calendar on the fridge. it says in kayla’s chosen colour ‘DATA ANALYSIS 9:30AM - 12PM’ and right after that, in the same colour, ‘WORK 1:30PM - 7PM’. instead of asking, you just grab the base ingredients you like the look of. “enjoy yourself.”

“i will,” she hums with a smirk, “and what about you? you don’t tend to bring a lotta’ people back to the apartment.”

“all my friends have their own places,” you explain as you take out the chopping board, “we hang out in the study hall or just around campus.”

“huh, to be honest, i thought it was because you were a weird loner,” kayla says as she stirs her soup and you try not make a comment, “well, what about any new people?”

“‘new people’?” you repeat in question as you take our the pan from the cupboard.

“yeah, like…” she begins to think to herself before she leans over the counter, “any cute girls from your classes? or what about that handsome barista from the campus cafe?”

you furrow your brows at her as you gather the rest of your utensils.

“remember when we were there at the same time last month?” she begins to say, “i’m pretty sure he’s into you.”

“i barely know the guy, i’ve talked to him like twice,” you roll your eyes as she purses her lips, “even if i was interested in him, no way would i bring him to our apartment.”

you meant it as to have some decorum. it was a little remark towards her, as if to tell kayla that yes, you had been home on the weekend when her and her boyfriend at the time were getting ‘busy’. but she doesn’t catch your drift.

“yeah, that makes sense,” she speaks as she finishes up her dinner, “there’s always something going on around here.”

you begin to prepare your ingredients as you heat up the pan. kayla sat on the bench across from you, so at least she wasn’t completely in the way.

“that reminds me, your friend still hasn’t contacted me about the latch on our bathroom window,” you say as you raise a brow at her, “if the landord sees that before i can fix it—”

the door opens up and cuts you off short, revealing a dishevelled guy. his shirt was all crinkled, his shoelaces untied and his eyes were droopy. you raise a brow at him as he locks the door behind him and drags himself over.

“hello…” he grumbles out.

“hey, guy.” kayla chuckles as she sees him slump on top of the counter.

“you look like shit,” you point out as garlic goes into the pan, “what happened at work?”

“thank you so much, honey,” he sighs out as he stretches across the bench to tap your hand, “it was like every single family in dahlia decided to order pizza tonight. but it’s okay, i made good tips!”

he waves a wad of cash in the air lazily. you shake your head and continue to cook.

“speaking of ‘tips’—”

“shut it.” you cut kayla off.

“c’mon, you don’t think he’s hot?” she pries as she moves around to put her dishes in the sink, “i would totally go after him.”

“you guys talk about me like i’m not here,” guy suddenly quips, as if he’s been revived from the dead, suddenly so interested in the conversation, “so… who’re we actually referring to, hm?”

you send him a little glare as you grab the wooden spoon. guy gives you his best innocent smile and you roll your eyes.

kayla pipes up, none the wiser, “i’m telling them to go and ask out the hot barista from the campus cafe.”

“oh, the one with the piercings?” guy raises his brows.

“that one, yeah.” kayla smiles.

“ooh, he’s totally your type!” he cheers as you turn back to him and chop some more ingredients up, “why don’t you wanna’ ask him out, honey?”

it had been two weeks since guy had crashed into your room and the two of you confessed to each other. you decided to keep it a secret from kayla, just so it didn’t get awkward until you two could move out together alone.

guy wasn’t too fussed about it, he practically enjoyed sneaking around. he would sneak little letters into your bag before you would leave for work or for classes, and when you’d text him, he’d pretend he had no idea.

this little conversation was only another one of guy’s teasing moments. the glint in his eyes makes you sigh in annoyance.

“he’s not even…” you drawl on, “i don’t know, i’m not really into him.”

“well, is there anyone you are into?” kayla tilts her head.

you could practically hear guy’s little thoughts giggling. he’s probably eating all of this up, you just know it.

guy walks over to the fridge beside you and takes a soda can from the shelf. he hums happily as he opens it and begins to drink.

“i’m into my project partner from software engineering.”

your roommate beside you spits his soda all over the fridge and himself.

“really? oh, he’s really cute too!” kayla gasps as she takes her phone out of her pocket, completely disregarding her dirty dishes in the sink, “i’m mutuals with him, guy, you gotta’ see this man!”

“‘man’?” guy repeats with an offended expression. kayla shoves her phone in his face with your project partner’s instagram on screen. “is this him? he’s… not that good-looking.”

“are you blind?” kayla scoffs as she steps away from the delivery man, “he’s so hot, you’re so lucky he’s your partner, i heard he’s super smart! i bet he’d be such a good boyfriend!”

“you think so?” you hum with a smile as you stir the food, “i’m meeting up with him tomorrow afternoon for the project, maybe i should ask him out.”

“yes!”

“don’t!”

you both look at guy, who has stopped wiping the soda off the fridge. his face is flushed and he looks perplexed.

“i—i mean don’t leave me out of this! i’ve got tons of ideas!” he anxiously chuckles out as he nudges your arm gently with his knuckle, “so, uh, when… do you think you’ll pop the big question?”

“i’m not asking him to marry me, idiot.” you snidely remark.

“might as well.” kayla chortles.

you could hear guy’s thoughts just by glancing to him. he’s crushed the can in his hand by accident and his eyes keep switching between you and your third roommate.

“maybe i’ll ask him out to dinner,” you hum as you shrug, “or i could take him back here and cook for him.”

“ooh, that’ll be the only guy you’ve ever taken home! i was startin’ to think that maybe nobody likes you!” kayla bumps her hip with yours, making you accidentally spill some of your cooking onto the bench next to the stove, “guy, you’d be good friends with him!”

“i highly doubt that,” he grumbles as he puts the can in his hand on the bench, “he’s probably not that cool…”

before she can reply, kayla gets a text on her phone in her pocket. as she’s distracted answering it, guy pinches your side. you elbow him in the stomach. he hunches over with a fist against the bench.

“shit, i forgot i have to stop by my friend’s dorm,” kayla claims, which you know is code for her going out all night and not coming home til the next day, “see you guys later!”

she doesn’t wait for you two to answer as she leaves, shutting the door so harsh that the walls shake. her dishes are still in the sink. you roll your eyes with a sigh and turn back to your cooking.

a second later, you feel hands on your hips.

“guy.” you warn.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he asks with his chin on your shoulder, “is somethin’ on your gorgeous little mind?”

you feel him cuddle closer to your standing position. “yeah.”

“and what is that?”

“how i’m gonna ask out my project partner.”

guy lets out a scoff as he leans back with furrowed brows. “you can’t be serious. honey, you’ve already got all my attention, why do you try irrevocably so to garner it in such a way? i—i’m hurt! wounded! you wound me!”

“well, it’ll get kayla off my back,” you explain as you grab a bowl for your food, “she won’t suspect us if i go out on one date with him.”

he pouts as he pulls away, leaning against the counter across from you. he crosses his arms with a tilt of his head. “you won’t ask him out, right? we could always just… tell kayla.”

“hell no,” you scoff, “she’d find some way to get herself outta’ paying rent. i’m not risking that. and she’d go off and tell everyone every little detail about ourselves.”

he shrugs his shoulders and watches you move your food into the bowl. “you’re right, i guess. perhaps you’ll just have to play single til we move out together.” guy offers, as if it was the only solution, “your project partner, left all alone with no honey to help him. cast aside as if he was nothing more than—than a piece of dirt on your clothes! twas a shame, really.”

“shut up,” you say as you sit down to eat, “go ‘n shower.”

“can i have some?” he asks, trying to nudge himself onto the seat with you.

“did you hear me?” you grumble as he takes your fork, “i could’ve made you some if you asked.”

“ugh, it’s so good,” he mumbles out instead of acknowledging your comment, “honey, if you ever need a husband, i am right here. i’d take such good care of you. i’m also so sexy that you could just stare at me all day and not have to worry about me.”

“could do all that and more with my pro—”

“oh, be quiet,” he chuckles as he lifts himself off your stool, “i’ll go shower, and then we can watch a movie. we don’t have any classes tomorrow.”

you hum in agreement as you watch him round your spot. guy gives you a cheeky grin before leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“don’t miss me too much.” he chimes.

“i—”

the door swings open and kayla comes barrelling through again, saying something about forgetting her car keys. guy is quick to jump away from you, hitting his hip in the process. you watch as kayla rummages around the drawers before she finds them and then leaves again. you blink and turn to guy, who is rubbing his side with a vibrant embarrassed blush covering his face.

“go shower, guy.”

“okay, honey.”

[kabr0ztrousers]

Hi there!

I’ve been reading your work and I had a potential smut story idea but you can totally say no!!

I was thinking either a Fem!Human x Male!Naga smut story buuuut I was wondering if you could do it so that somehow the reader (fem human) has been scientifically altered to try and make it easier for the human race to survive where Nagas live? (Like on a different planet or extreme weather conditions)

So like the reader has fangs, some scales on her body, claws, snake eyes etc but she’s still ‘human’ if that makes sense? And she’s supposed to kind of throw herself at the Naga for some kind of research/scientific thing that “will help humanity” (some kind of breeding research) but she’s totally not on board at ALL but then the Male Naga just watches her and offers her food/water (maybe she’s struggling to adapt to the changes the scientists made?) and then he helps her learn to survive etc but then him helping her accidentally triggers her heat (maybe a side effect of being an experiment) and then one thing leads to another…..

OR

Fem!Naga reader x Male!Naga but the reader was raised in some kind of laboratory (she’s like some kind of super rare Naga breed/colouring or she has a super rare venom/defence mechanism) and is no longer connected to her Naga instincts despite being a Naga and then one day a ‘wild’ Male Naga sees her in her enclosure and becomes interested/obsessed with her and tries to break her free but she’s just so used to being in the lab (but she has an ‘outside’ area and that’s how the male sees her) that she doesn’t do anything and then the male just gets super curious about her and kind of keeps sneaking in and out of her enclosure to spend time with her and teach her what her instincts mean and how to reconnect to them, which eventually triggers her heat…..

I would absolutely love it if you could write one or both of these! But there’s no stress especially if you don’t like them or it makes you uncomfortable!!

Thank you so much for reading this and have a blessed day 💕💕

Thanks for your suggestions! I'm gonna aim at the first one to start off with, and might return to do the second at a later date, we'll see how things shake out

Kabr0z Writes episode 41: Dances with Snakes

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: slightly colonialist pov; breeding; interspecies; miscommunication; human hybrid pov

A/N: Per usual, just a reminder that my ask and DMs are open for suggestions and requests, limits are in my pinned comment but anything that doesn't cross those lines is OK, and likely to get made

#######################################

The sun glittered off your scales as you checked the windcatcher. You have a high affinity for bio-modification, so when high command needed to dispatch a researcher to an arid sandbox of a planet like Gliese IV you were a no-brainer. 20 years in hibernation was plenty of time for the plasmid vectors to do their work, and when you woke you were like this. The levels were nominal, as always, and once you'd shaken out the filters you had plenty of time to look over the landscape around you. Your slit-pupils were perfect in the unforgiving daylight, shiny scaled skin that would never burn, even venomous fangs and a cobra frill you could extend from your shoulders up to your hairless head if you so choose. The plasmids worked miracles, though the biochemists back home just called it science.

A shadow danced in the basin below your weather station. A tribe of the indigenous life. You were meant to be analysing them while on the planet, but it hardly seemed worth your time. They were hunters, seemingly obligate carnivores, barely in their stone age. Every so often they'd come close to your machinery and you'd have to drive them off with your particle caster, it didn't have enough kick to permanently wound anything that big, but it sure made a loud noise and a lot of sparks. Eventually though, your relief would arrive, and there'd be hell to pay if you didn't get the data you were asked for.

You sighed, your modified vocal cords lending a hissing tremolo to the act. It wouldn't be so bad if you were just meant to sneak in and do some anthropology. Command wanted you to infiltrate their society, learn what makes them tick, see if they'd be candidates to join your burgeoning galactic community.

The windcatcher buzzed behind you as sand whipped up the slope, generating power and a trickle of precious drinking water.

You opened a compartment on the device and withdrew a canteen of fresh, tepid water. More valuable on this world than the gold veining the rocks, worn liberally by the natives below.

There wasn't any wood here either, there were some plants here and there, clinging to bedrock and filtering water from the air much like your windcatchers. The lack of readily flammable material or arable ground doomed the locals to brutal, competitive, and short lives.

You started down to them. They had definitely seen you, perception was a vital survival skill out here, and made no attempt to avoid you as you crossed the couple of hundred meters to where they were resting. Their camp was simple enough, the planet had almost no precipitation, so shelter meant windbreaks. Long strips of hide joined with sinew thread and glue derived from animal carcasses, held up with bone. Two of them stood either side of the camp entrance.

They didn't look too dissimilar to you. They were also large and scaled, but while you were golden, they were a sandy brown. They too had no body hair and eyes like a snakes. The biggest difference was below the waist, instead of legs they had long coiling tails, allowing them to move quickly and efficiently over the shifting sands, while your feet were liable to sink and slide in places. They didn't wear clothes, early humans only started wearing furs to shield themselves from the cold and the rain, neither of those things existed here, only wind and the sand it carried.

You held out your offering to them. The aluminium canteen of fresh water. The guards took it and opened the lid, sniffing at the contents, dipping a clawed finger and tasting a drop.

Their eyes widened. They stood aside and let you in, hissing in deference to you and the wealth you brought for them.

The leader's hut, such as it was, stood in the centre of the compound. They always built the same shape, more or less, and your drone flights had taught you everything you needed to know about how to get around.

Head held aloft, not looking at any of the other denizens of the village, you strode up the central thoroughfare. Your coat billowing in the funnelled breeze, the particle caster on your right hip, the flask on your left. You wished you had a Stetson to complete the look.

You hissed loudly outside the leader's hut, and the gate in the ring of hides opened for you. You strode in, not regarding the large snake men either side of the door, you'd crafted a semi-deific persona for yourself with your tech and your strange look, you were going to keep it as long as you could.

The leader was scarred and pale, one of his eyes damaged and milky-white. You stepped forward and opened the flask, giving it to him. He sipped from the opening. His eyes widened too, scarcely believing what he was holding before stuffing the stopper back in the flask and swiftly burying it in the sand below him. He'd just gone from leader of a clan to the wealthiest man on the planet. He hissed at you, your grasp of their language wasn't perfect, but you could understand the gist. He wanted to know what you wanted in return.

You answered, you were pretty sure you said something along the lines of travel, or join, maybe? He became agitated by this, hissing loudly at his guards. Your hand shot to your particle caster as you spun into a shooting stance. The guards were gone.

You put the caster away. The leader was trying not to look at you. The gate opened again behind you, a slender female took your hand and dragged you out of the tent to another a little ways away. You were showered with gold jewellery, mostly scraps of gold ore tied with sinew, worn around the neck or on the wrists, they even tied them around your ankles, despite probably never having been this close to a person with legs before. Once every extremity was adorned with glittering stones and sinew, a headdress was planted on your head and you were ushered out of the tent.

Now you were near the gate to the compound, the path to the leader's hut was clear, flanked by hissing serpents. A gentle push urged you on, and you walked. The jewels rattled against one another as you walked, snake people daubing you with thick paste as you passed them. You held your pace, stately, unhurried. It was definitely a ritual of some sort, and didn't feel like one that should be rushed.

Step by step, you strode onwards, every time you passed someone they smeared another streak of the dark reddish paste, smelling like a mixture of blood and sand.

You made it to the leader's hut. The rest of the tribe surrounded you, swaying and hissing rhythmically.

The chief emerged from his tent. He was also daubed in the dark red, festooned in gold and sinew, a headdress resting like a crown on his brow. He slid forwards and took your left hand in his before being passed a bowl of a thick reddish liquid. It stank of blood. He drank, the liquid flowing from the sides of his mouth, adding to the stains on his body before handing you the bowl.

Everyone was looking at you. You brought the bowl to your lips and drank. Whatever the biochemists did to you, you're glad it turned off your gag reflex. The bowl was filled with some sort of liquor: coppery-tasting, thick, and definitely alcoholic.

You drained the bowl, the last of the liquid flowing down your throat and down the corners of your mouth.

Your head started to swim, the edges of the world became softer. A heat grew within your belly and you fell into the leader's arms.

Back in his hut, you lay on the sandy floor, the heat of the sand warming you as you stared at the leader while he stared back at you. You crawled over to him, the heat and tightness in your belly growing. He was looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he lazily rolled onto his back.

Your hands slipped into his genital slit, feeling the thick rod of his cock and slipping it out, stroking it gently as it pulsed and rose. As it reached its peak, another popped out, taking its place below the first. You took the upper one in your mouth, right hand pumping the lower as the leader hissed contentedly, he was saying something, but you didn't care enough to try and translate it. If it's important, he'd tell you again later.

The leader had no such philosophy. He grabbed you by the waist and dangled you over his cocks, lining the top one up with your cunt as the lower one teased your asshole.

You didn't resist, you could feel your scales dripping wetness over the cocks below you, licking your fingers and rubbing them against your asshole to try and lubricate it a little before nodding at the leader.

He lowered you down, taking his time as his tapered cocks filled both of your holes. Your ass clenched against him, but the gradual thickening and your arousal let you push him in against your protesting sphincter.

You were only halfway down when you started to rock back and forth on his cocks, feeling them rub against each other inside you as you probed them around inside you. You weren't as used to your new body as you were when you were fully human, the erogenous zones were in slightly different places. Where the cocks pushed against each other sent thrilling shivers up your spine

You were made for this, designed for it.

You rocked faster, feeling his cock tease the entrance to your womb. He reared up, coiling and holding your hips horizontally against him. His muscular body thrust up to you, arms swinging you into his cocks as he used your holes. The world spun faster as you looked up at him, your breathing quickening as your body clenched and tightened.

A hiss, deep and breathy, escaped you. You felt yourself give in to him, your cunt milking his cock as he lost control and buried himself in you.

Both cocks were pulsing, sending streams of hot fluids into you. Squirt after squirt he filled you. His semen was much thicker than you were used to, you could feel it coating your insides, like being filled with jello.

At last he pulled out, the thick spunk staying put inside you, forming a semi-solid plug in both holes that your cunt and ass muscles clenched against, sending post-orgasmic throbs through you.

You curled up on him as he wrapped himself around you.

It's three months later now. You lay your clutch a few days ago. You figured out a day or two that you'd probably married into the tribe, but given how compatible your biology was with theirs, that was probably the idea. You'd started teaching them the technical manuals for the wind traps, the satellite uplinks, the deep drilling rigs, and all the other tech you'd been inserted with. If they were going to treat you like a living goddess, you may as well use your scripture for something useful. Command hasn't been in touch, maybe you'd been abandoned here?

You shrug, staring into the sunset with your husband, clad in the clattering jewellery of your tribe, surrounded by your adoptive family.

You'll never be lonely again

############################

Well done for making it this far! This is the longest thing I've written all year, and I doubt I'll be doing another one this long either.

Again, if you want to suggest almost anything, shoot me a DM or an ask (DMs are better if you want to workshop something and get it just so, asks are better for drive-by horn)

[trinnityn]

YOU -E.W

Warnings; 18+ content.Stalker!Ellie, Perv!Ellie, Choking, Strap usage R! receiving, Pantie stealing, Alcohol, Slapping, Cheating, Semi-Outdoor sex, Subtop!Ellie, Use of Y/N

heavily inspired by YOU (the netflix series) first time writing.. kinda nervous. sorry if theres any mistakes in the comma placings and horrid writing😭 english isnt my first language.

On a chilly, calm night, A series of nonstop cries had awoken the couple. Ellie's eyes wandered to Dina. Rocking their little baby boy back and fourth, but. truthfully? her mind wasnt occupied by her wife.

Rays of sunshine kissed your pale complexion as you longue with a book in hand. another reaching for a glass of martini. Ellie's eyes have been on you ever since the day she saw you. that moment plays in her head on loop, constantly. like a broken record she was memorizing every possible detail. Was it love at first sight? yes. she's convinced it is. yet, Ellie's musing was paused by Dina's voice.

"Ellie! stop staring like an idiot and help! go grab JJ's diapers for me." Ellie's expression remains unbothered as she rises from the surface of the couch. her footsteps making the old oak underneath creak slightly.

She ascended up to the flight of stairs in a slight rush before pushing the door to their shared bedroom open. Clammy hands slowly opened a drawer as she looked down at the bunch of diapers organized there. Desperately forcing herself to not take a look, but. one peak wouldn't hurt, right? She poked her head to the window, where the view led right to your backyard. There you are.

All dolled up. Wearing a frilly bikini set. Oh, how she would die to tear it apart and spread out. fucking you right then and there where anyone could walk in. anyone could see. No! Ellie shook her head frantically as she turned her attention back to the diapers. Grabbing one as she hurried back down the stairs

Ellie was met with a frown etched on Dina's expression as she snatched the diaper away from Ellie's hand. "Took you long enough." She mocked with a slight scoff. Ellie sighed as she uttered out an excuse "I'm sorry. I forgot which drawer it was." Dina's eyes shot back a glare as she raised her voice "Well it doesn't take that long to open every drawer and check, Ellie."

Ellie sighed internally. Only you. could ever get me to deal with this her. her inner dialogue ran. Ellie stared back blankly before she opened her mouth, her wife had already interrupted. "You know what? fuck this. you never care. im gonna stay with joel for a while." Dina stormed out with JJ in her arms as she slammed the door shut.

A rush of joy coursed through Ellie's nerves, was her wife mad at her? yes. but she gets to spend time with You. She waited impatiently to hear the sound of Dina's car driving out of the garage. She heard her cue before hastily rushing out of the house and immediately knocking on Your door, And there You are. Skin slick with sweat and water as a towel hung around your neck, your hair adorned with a flower clip as the water drips from your ends down to those.. what size are they? Ellie gawked as her mind wandered onto that single question.

You giggled slightly as you teased, "Hey, els! What's so interesting?" Ellie instantly snapped back. "just had a fight with my wife.. sorry. I really need someone to talk to." Ellie fought back her desires and glee underneath the guise of a saddened wife.

Your eyes shined with empathy as you wrapped an arm around ellie's neck, cooing softly. "aw.. im so sorry, els. come in, we can have a chat while i take a dip." Ellie's senses we're filled with the heavy scent of alcohol. as Ellie's eyes gazed into yours, she pondered "you're drinking? what did your husband do this time? i could treat you better, Y/N."

as Ellie's feet surfaced the cold, slippery area of the pool, you retracted your arm and quickly dove into the pool with a splash, resurfacing up with a smile etched on her features, along with a giggle. Ellie's heart leaped in joy at the sight. feeling heat rush up to her cheeks as she responded with an equally big smile.

You folded your arms onto the pool's return lines, smiling widely as you questioned "So. What triggered the fight in the first place? if you don't mind me asking." Ellie took a seat on the Daybed as she spoke half-heartedly "Uh. No, I don't mind. You know just the usual. I didn't bring JJ's Diapers fast enough so she got pissed and said Ididn'tt care- which is not the case by the way."

You hummed at Ellie's alibi. "well. I think she's just going through a lot.. and you haven't spent much time with her? You really need to. it's super important." Ellie nodded before murmuring softly, her smile growing to a small frown "Yeah. I just wish she'll come around soon for me to even make it up to her."

"I'm sure she will, soon," you spoke reassuringly before she rose up from the pool, water cascading every nook of her body. Ellie held her gaze low as she twiddled with her hands nervously, taking every inch of her being not to ogle at the sight. She heard the sound of liquid being poured, turning to her side to glance, you were pouring a cup of tequila. Before handing it to Ellie with a smile "Fuck. stay calm Ellie, stay calm, Stay calm." Ellie's thoughts ran like a train

"lets drink all this out of our system. how about that?" You sat next to Ellie with a grin, one hand gripping onto the bottle of tequila as you spoke enthusiastically. "You're gonna drink all of that? isnt it too much?" Ellie questioned, her voice laced with concern. you giggled and shook your head "no, silly! there's barely any left." you narrowed the bottle to a light source, the light shining through as it revealed the bottle barely had any liquor left.

Ellie nodded as you counted down with triumph. "one, two, three!" Ellie placed the glass against her lips as the burning liquor flowed down her throat. Her gaze turned back to you, who had already withdrawn from the bottle. Your eyes hazy, lips puffy, cheeks burning a rosy tint. "she's gonna look worse even better. when I fuck her so hard she'll even run out of tears to cry." Ellie thought.

Ellie's mind felt cloudy as she began to lose control, alcohol breaking into her system over time. You giggled uncontrollably as your words started to sound like a blur to Ellie, though she snapped back as she heard a clank and the sound of glass breaking. You blubbered in pain as you held you wounded hand, Ellie immediately rushed by your side to tend to it.

"ouch, els... i was being stupid." you cried out as Ellie spoke in a panic "uhm do you have a medkit somewhere?" you nodded "in my medicine cabinet its in my room. on the second floor." Ellie quickly rushed indoors as she went up the stairs leading to the master bedroom. opening the medicine cabinet with ease, her eyes darted to the dirty laundry basket. "why not grab a little trinket for myself?" Ellie's hand briskly tucked a pair of dirty panties into the pocket of her jeans before retrieving the medkit and rushing back down the stairs to tend to you again.

Ellie made quick work of caring for your wound, gently wrapping the bandage around, afterwards you smile slightly "thank you, els.." slurring your words, the alcohol intoxicating your mind and Ellie's. Ellie nodded. eyes looking up in awe into yours as she murmured "you're gorgeous." You smiled earnestly as your promixity grows closer, your nose bumping to hers in a moment of silence. Ellie's Gaze trailed down to your lips before she leaned in.

Closing the distance within Eachother. as she closed her eyes shut, desire taking over her every being. your arms wrap around Ellie's neck, holding her closer. Ellie's hands grew touchier. feeling every curve and dip, though the moment was abruptly interrupted as you pulled away from the kiss, looking into Ellie's eyes, questioning and pleading for a sign of consent.

Ellie, stuck in a trance, nodded frantically. god.. it feels like you put her in a spell. "fuck.. cant believe this is coming true. fuck yes-fuck" .Ellie bolted at the chance to pin you down onto the Daybed and attack your neck with marks and kisses

"hurry..." Ellie whined, elongating the word as she ran her hands down your torso. eventually reaching the hem of your bikini bottoms. You nodded, whispering in a soft tone. "take them off.."

You hummed in satisfaction as Ellie tore the flimsy fabric apart, revealing your puffy, wet slit as she takes in the sight. studying your whole being, every curve, every mark, every imperfection becomes perfection in her eyes, you could do no wrong, you have no flaws.

her own crotch throbbed at the sight as she palmed on it. feeling the back of her strap on and rubbing it against her own clit as she panted softly. Your hands slowly trail to your bikini top as you lifted it over your head, your breasts jiggling slightly at the release.

Ellie groaned at the sight as she neared her climax. You turn to her, fully undressed as she immediately stopped her movements. "what were you doing?" You questioned with a slight tilt to the side of your head. "nothing." Ellie's hands found place on your torso as she rubbed it slowly with her thumbs.

You slowly rose from the Daybed before flipping your positions. putting Ellie underneath and pinning her down onto the Daybed, You leave a small trail of lovemarks within the column of Ellie's neck. Soft groans left Ellie's lips as she rutted her hips desperately against your bare pussy. Feeling the bulge in between Ellie's legs, you reach to unzip her pants.

Her strap on sprung free from the confines of Ellie's jeans As you giggle teasingly "you've been wearing this the whole time? who knew you were so prepared." Ellie grabbed a hold of Your hips as she immediately slammed you down, your face contorted to bliss, mouth forming an 'O' shape at the sudden intrusion. "yeah." Ellie uttered out in a shaky, breathy voice.

You took over, Bouncing up and down on her cock within your own pace, Ellie laid back. Enjoying the view as her hands maneuvered your hips. her eyes glued to your tits that sprung up and down with every thrust. Enchanted wih the sight of them, her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out, her thoughts ran wild as she let out a small groan, stiffling her urges.

You noticed Ellie's dilemma, grabbing her hand and leading it to her tits as she cried out "touch them, touch me." Ellie's face Heats up a pink, rosy tint as she squeezed and landed a small, experimental slap against the two orbs. Looking up to your eyes, searching for approval.

You were way too lost, though. Your moans, screams echoed through the athmosphere of the cold night as you rode Ellie's silicone length. Tears welling up in your eyes as your body gave up on you, your movements stilling "cant do it anymore, els.." Ellie's hand placed a stinging slap to your twitching bud as you recoiled from the impact, letting out a long whine. Ellie's cunt throbbed at tbe sight before rubbing small, apologetic circles on Your clit as her thumb danced above the rosy bud.

"Please, els.. just fuck me." You pleaded and pleaded until your pleas turned into incoherent whines. Ellie hesitated before thrusting her hips into Your sopping cunt, harshly jabbing Her strap deeper. Ellie looked up at you in admiration, The way your back arched, and how tightly your holding onto her thighs for leverage. God. she wanted to do more.

Her hands snaked around your hips again as she held onto them like a vice. letting out soft grunts at every thrust up into your bruised cervix. Ellie let out soft whines seeing the sight before her as her whole being tremored in excitement.

Ellie grunted, pressing her lips into a thin line as her eyes focused on each and every expression that came across your features before begging breathlessly "can i touch you more, please?" You let out a shaky chuckle, muttering out "stop asking, els. yes, you can." your hips lightly moved, turning Ellie's cock in your pussy to different spots as Ellie paused her thrusts. Ellie poked a specific, spongy area as she grabbed your hips. Resulting in a loud whimper from your lips. Ellie's hold tightened as she thrusted into the same spot, abusing it as she watched you grew more vocal. Ellie's mind was clouded with a vision she couldnt help make but make it come true.

Ellie wrapped a hand around Your neck tightly, Borderline bruising as she thrusted in and out of your poor, sopping cunt. squelching sounds grew and so does the wetness of your well-fucked pussy as you neared your climax. Ellie's Thrusts grew lazier as she whined, squeezing your throat tighter in retaliation, though not enough to injure you.

Ellie's thrusts grew more frantic as she felt her own climax near, whimpers and whines drawn out of her weary throat. Ellie let go of the hold on your throat as her back arched, she gushed against the back of her strap. You pulled Ellie into a deep kiss as she hummed in satisfaction, questioning into the kiss "did you cum..?" You giggled as you slowly regained your pace, riding Ellie, you muttered breathlessly "no.. not yet." Your supple cheeks bounced with every thrust as Ellie groaned, feeling the strap on hit her clit with every thrust landed. mewls escaped Ellie's throat as you sped up, "Im coming, Ellie!" You screamed, your voice ripping through the serene, calm night. liquid gushed out of her twitching bud wetting Ellie's lap. not like she minds, though.

Ellie stilled as she processed everything "fuck.. did i really just have sex with her...? fuck-fuck-" Ellie basked in the afterglow, admired your sweat slicked skin as she looked up to the sight of you panting. "im the one who made her that breathless? shit- i already wanna go again." Ellie's mind was a fog. partly from the alcohol in her system, the other part? she just fucked the girl shes been obssesing over in months.

All those times she's stalked you through your home security camera's, turning something to ensure your safety against you. huh, it wasnt a waste majoring in Electrical Engineering afterall. Ellie was bought back to reality the moment she heard your soft voice whispering. "hey, creeper. so how long have you been into me?" Ellie's cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took in your hand to place a small kiss to your palm. "since.. 8 months ago, maybe."

you giggled happily before mumbling in a weak, soft tone. "same goes here for me." Ellie's eyes widened slightly as she spoke in excitement. "wait- so are we a thing now?" Ellie quickly paused "fuck. i sounded too desperate." her thoughts ran nervously.

you shook your head as you whined "you have a wife, silly. if you dislike her soo so much.. if you wanna be with me so badly, then.. divorce her." Ellie's expression dropped. her goal was now, of course; divorce dina but-

A kiss was pressed against Ellie's lips, putting a pause to her thoughts. as you inquired gently. "you dont have to choose now.."

Only writing a part 2 if this doesn't totally fumble😭

-XOXO, trinnifer💋

[transfemme-shelterdog]

https://www.tumblr.com/kushikushikushikushi/754325008504995840/equinox

anyway here did your homework. somehow still know you are gonna find a way to say it's innocent.

if you want I can show you the posts about it race-faking and lying about being transfem too but I know you aren't interested in the truth.

And there it is, that's all I needed.

Yeah that's definitely a problematic relationship (if you can even call it that), definetly a serious lack of boundaries and respect for it's partners, and incredibly unhealthy.

Reminds me of a bit of my abusive ex in a sense.

Just gross overall. Not a fan of this revelation.

Definitely interested in the claim that it's lying about being transfem.

[umathurwin]

sorry but im actually really hoping that sofia doesn’t return in season 5. ik people would go off their heads and everything but i genuinely think that season four should be the last we see of her i mean she came out of no where and it feels like they started to rebuild rafes character around just for the sole purpose of him having a love interest (hello kiara is right there and has been from the start😅😅😅) it is SOO forced i genuinely cannot with any scenes of them like for one she is far too nice for him and she doesn’t fit his real character whatsoever. ignore that im mega biased and just want rafe and kiara but i think now he has sarah back in his life hopefully they get rid of the whole idea that sofia was the only person to show him love and just let her go

i would add more but i mega lazy and it probably doesn’t make sense i just want rafe x kiara plsssss let me in that writers room even just a duo pls i promise writers🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

this ask is really what it all boils down to. i can be objective and ignore kiara for my rafe/sofia analyses, but at the end of the day you’re right. i’m tired of waiting for the sofia scenes to end so we can get back to the kiarafe build-up

remember when sarah was gonna let her brother DIE and kiara saved him? i remember

[inamindfarfaraway]

why do you ship poppy and sparrow from eah?thoughts on duchess swan and sparrow?

I have nothing against shipping Duchess and Sparrow! I just slightly prefer to think of them as best friends. Honestly, considering how she’s lived in the shadow of tragic doomed romance her whole life, I think it would be really nice for Duchess to find her happiness without any long-term romantic partner. I feel like she’d have anxiety about romance ending badly for her. Yeah, it turns out destiny is fake, but fifteen or so years of having the inevitable narrative of your future drilled into you and knowing that you are meant, you exist, to be hurt and betrayed and doomed by your romantic partner? That’s gonna mess your attitude to dating up. And since destiny is fake, non-doomed lovers are just one bad day away doom. There is no permanent happily ever after. Anyone could hurt her for any reason; and as she hopefully matures to be nicer and more moral, she could be afraid of hurting her lover too based on her past actions. But to learn that she doesn’t need to be anyone’s love interest could be empowering and liberating. She and Sparrow are definitely each other’s true loves in some way. I personally enjoy the platonic sense better, but the romantic option is just as valid an interpretation.

Okay. Duchess tangent over. Now, as for what I like about Poppy/Sparrow.

Poppy says in her bio that she finds Sparrow cute, but would like him more if he weren’t so arrogant. That’s a good foundation on her part. She sees worth in him, but also his flaws. If he ever wanted to play around with her, her standards and boundaries (and Holly) would force him to get his act together at least a little, which could be a catalyst for his character development.

They both have themes of freedom and rebellion. Sparrow is a Rebel more because he values his personal freedom than because he’s invested in human rights, refusing to conform to the law by stealing, his story by keeping the gains for himself and social norms by being an ass. Poppy loves not having a predetermined future and officially becomes a Rebel to avoid being the next Rapunzel and queen. Her least favourite class is Princessology, where you learn to be a responsible, respectable princess. Sparrow gets that. But she can show him how to express himself and defy social mores without being obnoxious about it.

They’re both creative types with unconventional styles and adventurous spirits, Poppy’s medium being hair and fashion while Sparrow’s is music. However, Poppy is a great, popular hairdresser. She’s good at listening to her clients’ input and giving them what they want, without sacrificing her own integrity. Sparrow is technically a skilled guitarist, but he hasn’t bothered to become as that good a singer, only cares about what he wants and is terrible at responding to criticism. He could learn from her to be a better artist. And I think their alternative aesthetics (I know Poppy’s is still pretty tame and feminine, but that feels more like Mattel being Mattel than the ultimate expression of her alleged personality; fanart that depicts Poppy with a wilder fashion sense my beloved) could complement each other really well.

Conversely, Poppy has sometimes been known to be unsure of new situations or herself, like that whole time she was on the fence between the Royal and Rebel ideologies or when she was nervous about ice-skating for the first time. It’s easy to extrapolate that being raised as the spare to Holly’s heir with the glaring lack of a destiny could have given her some identity issues in general. (Canon doesn’t really show that, but canon shows us so little depth that we have to fill in the blanks.) Sparrow does not have that problem. Ever. He knows who is and what he wants in life, and he’s gonna take it. Maybe he could influence her to be more confident.

It’s less much less obvious because Poppy is genuinely kind and morally principled and socially competent to balance it out, but she has a selfish streak too. She regularly cuts off her magically strong, long and fast-growing hair and sells it. Why sell it? Why not just donate it? Because despite having all the money she could ever need, she wants a little more for herself. She makes a steady profit by selling something she doesn’t have to work for and doesn’t want. That’s a shrewdness and initiative Sparrow can appreciate. I think her choosing centrism wasn’t as callous or stupid as some fans have made out; the Royals have a lot of understandable, sympathetic arguments, the Rebels at this time can’t prove that the other shoe won’t drop and with a Royal sister who’s probably afraid of her going poof, it would realistically be an emotionally fraught political debate for a teenager. But her “Roybel” identity is still a safe position where she tries to have the best of both worlds and can feel vindicated no matter which side wins. And it’s interesting that for as good a person she is and as many friends she has with Rebel stances and/or tragic fates, what drives her from “The face-eating leopards have pros and cons, let’s see how things go” to “Face-eating leopards are bad and need to be fought” is literally “Wait, the leopards want to eat my face?” If anything, I think her selfishness is wiser and more effective than Sparrow’s - she stays inside the law and benefits others enough to have strong friendships and a glowing reputation.

We also see in the ice-skating webisode that Duchess develops respect for Poppy and her courage after initially viewing her as a rival, setting up a friendship and a fun dynamic as Sparrow’s two true loves. Especially if, as I suspect, Poppy wouldn’t make a half-bad partner in crime herself. And on the other hand… Sparrow and Holly. Sweet, gentle, polite Holly who finds nothing more exciting than reading. And Sparrow Hood. Needing to coexist and learn to get along. That’s hilarious. Imagine the wedding speeches.

In the original Rapunzel tale, she was born to poor farmers and married into royalty, so an O’Hair falling for a commoner is at once a reversal and a return to form. It feels fitting.

Likewise, the original Robin Hood was in some versions a nobleman who abandoned his decadent lifestyle to serve the lower classes. (They weren’t always comfortable having a true peasant hero.) So I like the idea of Sparrow inverting that with his journey, being a greedy, selfish scoundrel as a poor kid and then only gaining riches after becoming equally rich in compassion and generosity. Only once he’s ready to share the wealth does he get access to a royal treasury. Legally, even!

Thanks for the ask! It was very fun articulating my thoughts and feelings about these characters, I’d never done that before and I thought of a few new arguments while I was writing this. I love all of them even more now.

[stoicheincat]

PART 1

Not gonna go over everything discussed in the original post but I want to go over some of it. Also nothing said here is meant to be a attack against any specific creator and is only my experience in the spaces. Want to make sure I specify cuz I'm want to be frank.

On the Normie divide

There isn't more of a marketing issue. Indies don't do a great job of using simple language and pitches to get people interested in games. A consistent issue I see is the use of ttrpg specific acronyms that are hard for those outside the space to understand. Then throw in the algorithms that section people off and new players are mostly pushed away. I think this can be somewhat eased by better marketing with clearer pitches with more visual elements. Tom Bloom's lancer is a good example. It's cool mechs and the art shows it. [Tho the gameplay is less streamlined then a new player would prefer cool art can push people through the bullshit. It get's people excited to play and GMs hyped to run it.] This leads to some common shit that fucks interest from a casual player.

WALLS OF TEXT:

This one is gonna sound hurtful but writers, the novel is not poppin'. This issue can be somewhat smoothish with art but is expensive. When I as a casual player see you bragging about your 200 pg+ Magazine sized book with minimum art it doesn't make me want to read it. Not saying there aren't those who would but if we're going for a general audience then let's make onboarding easier. This can be somewhat eased with a good layout but no guaranteed. We need to think of shorter books with better macro world-building. [Save the micro for extra books focused on it.] Assume that your world's concepts should be the only thing being kept by the GM.

Basically walls of text are a scare for new people. Players latch on to the broad strokes of your world not the specific. [Tho there is a type and it generally becomes the GM. Different books for different players are helpful because it separates info based on need to know.

MECHANICS AS A SELLING POINT

Again targeted more at the writing. Sorry guys. If a more normie audience is the goal. Mechanics probally aren't gonna sell your game and might even harm them. I haven't heard of people that aren't playing ttrpgs ever say how the mechanics was why they wanted to play DND or any other ttrpg. It's usually focused on the setting and then the stories they want to play out. You can do mechanics as a selling point but understand at that point you are going for existing players that have games they like.

LACK OF SETTING VIBE AND OR NOVEL WANNABE

I see this more with artists. The world build is all over the place or incoheret. Basically cool drawings over anything put together. Artist tend to focus on art and often leave out info to make things make sense and even skip writing stuff. I don't know how to express my thoughts on the issue I'm trying to point out but I'll finish it another time if that's all right. Basically artist make unfun mechanics or worlds because they skip writing mechanics. I don't know I need to think this over more when it's not late.

ON INTERNAL CREATOR DIVIDE

Basically people tend to stay away from pushing each others or collabing due mostlish to the reasons bellow.

EGO: Common and we all have atleast a little bit of it.

LACK OF COLLAB EXPERIENCE: Or how it'd work aka contracts, work division, trusted fellow creators, or pay division.

ANTISOCIAL ARTISTIC TENDICIES: I have this one. Basically for some of us most of our creative life has been alone and it's generally just easier.

COMMUNITY VIBES: Basically some spaces can be either to corporate or bad vibes. [Bluesky indie TTRPG creator space gives off corpo networking vibes. I do enjoy people there but it is defo more corpo.]

LIFE RESPONSIBILITIES: Some of us can't really go out of our way to focus on networking due to this being a side thing. [I would like it to be more tho but I'm married with a kid so I got to be smart about how I make that happen.]

Welp I'll make a part 2 when I can but I got shit to do and it's late. Also thanks for tagging me mate.

Let’s Grow the RPG Hobby

Inspired by this post and the conversation surrounding it.

So the RPG world is facing a multitude of interconnected problems. Let’s talk about them, shall we?

---

1: The Problem(s)

Writing this, I find it hard to pinpoint a way to frame the subject of this post as a single thing. But it’s also impossible to treat it as it it’s a collection of separate problems. In reality, the issues facing the indie RPG world are A Hydra; a many-headed conglomeration of related issues, which each require organized, dedicated work to solve. A few examples:

The Normie-Indie Divide

A problem close to my heart, The Normie-Indie Divide describes the gradient between the mainstream of an artistic hobby and the really independent stuff. I compare this to movies a lot, but the more apt analogy is video games. The N-I-D in the videogame industry is so small as to be virtually nonexistent.

We can see this via a number of factors – one example being that the same outlets which cover massive blockbusters & sequels like Assassin’s Creed and God of War, also cover popular indie titles like Celeste and Hollow Knight. Then, freelance journalists who write for those publications (Jacob Geller is an example) go on to cover much smaller games on their own time, and so on. There’s a smooth gradient between the media coverage of the huge stuff, all the way down to a thriving (if still underserved) super-independant industry.

The N-I-D in RPGs feels uncrossable. The most well known RPG is so big it’s currenly riding the high of its second major hollywood adaptation in 20 years, and the second most popular – Vampire the Masquerade – is an unknown even to some indie RPG fans.* This hobby is shockingly impenetrable, even to those of us who spend our days swimming in the deepest end of the pool.

The Supply & Demand Problem

This one’s simple: People are pumping out RPGs by the truckload, and there are just too many! Not only does this make it hard to sift through everything to find the thing you want to read, play, or review, it also makes it nearly impossible to get anyone’s eyeballs on the cool thing you just released!

As others have pointed out, this problem is exacerbated by the fact that relative to some other art media, it’s pretty quick and painless to whip up your own zine or one-pager and publish it on itch. This disincentivises even the most invested of us from looking at a ton of new games, and means that sharing your work can feel like you’re being ignored by a huge crowd.

A Road To Solutions

If all of that is making you feel pretty bad for the future of this medium, you’re not alone. It can feel pretty hopeless facing all of these problems as an indie designer when all the tools you have at your disposal are a tumblr account and a few indie friends to complain to.

But the truth is, I think that this Hydra is eminently slayable. I just don’t think we can do it alone. That in mind, I’ve spent a large portion of my day putting together…

The Call to Action

I think there needs to be organized, persistent effort put into the future of this hobby and this industry, and I think it needs to start the way all good movements do: with a lot of petty, semantic argumentation over definitions and implementation. And to kick things off, here’s my step zero: If you’re reading this post because I’ve tagged you in it (or because I’ve sent you a link to it), my Dms are open. I want to put together a discord group chat† of my peers within RPG tumblr who are invested in tackling The Hydra, such that we can start brainstorming plans of attack to disseminate into the wider community.

The issues I wish to address are these:

The Normie-Indie Divide: How do we go about cultivating a casual audience of indie RPG fans who can bring sustainability and longevity to the industry?

The Supply & Demand Problem: How do we minimize the cognitive load of sorting through the huge volume of work extant in this medium, and more generally encourage peer-to-peer interaction within the community, like news coverage, reviews, and marketing?

The Cognitive Frontload Problem: How do we make it easier to actually engage with a given RPG, considering the amount of cognitive & temporal investment needed? Further, how do we make RPGs, both general and specific, more accessible to readers with a wide variety of abilities, preferences, and available time?

The Insular Community Problem: How do we better connect this hobby with itself, such that it feels a little less like several dozen cliques across 4-6 platforms, and more like the growing, evolving single hobbyist community that it is? Further, how do we make this hobby more accessible to newbies outside the influence of The Hegemons of the Coast?

And more. I’m positive I haven’t thought of everything, and that’s exactly why this needs to be a group effort.

As a last note: Please tag other people! The folks I’ve mentioned here are just those who I personally feel I know well enough to tag; let’s get the rest of the community involved! If you know someone who would be interested who isn’t on tumblr, they can email me: sabrinahawthornegames@proton.me.

*I’m not kidding. Multiple times within the last four months, I’ve introduced VtM to people who I would consider pretty in the sauce of RPGs. I’m talking folks who’ve played Heart: The City Beneath or Wanderhome. It’s bizarre.

†I need to stress that this is only a start. I’m not looking to start a big public discord unless that’s what a group of folks decide is the right call. By “group chat,” I mean “a chat which exists for long enough to hold 1-3 group voice calls to discuss and hash things out, before it’s dissolved in favor of the execution of whatever plans we devise.”

@theresattrpgforthat; @omophagic-beast; @ladytabletop; @rowansender; @monsterfactoryfanfic; @arsene-inc; @toyourstations

[kaiserouo]

(prev | next | first)

got a corpus engineer on board

he really likes warframes

[cookiedough77]

in season 6 we BETTER fucking get argos and chat noir interactions

also this raises a question ive had for like a while, if you have the peacock miraculous its been shown you can sense if something/someone is an amok or a sentimonster

obviously argos is aware of himself, adrien, and kagami

but would he be able to sense chat noir? does having a miraculous on affect it? is agros going to feel the need to investigate first before striaght uo telling him (how adrien finds out) argos trying to find who else gabriel gave the peacock to, (he doesnt care if he finds out who chat noir is)

PLEASE??? CAN WE GET LIKE AN ANSWER???