#this was originally just gonna be general practice but y'know

[sideartblog999]

'Amy’s not really gotten much better at kissing since back then, new technique though. Back then she was all tongue, now it’s all teeth, if she was a vamp Faith probably wouldn’t have any lip left the way she’s going at it. It’s not entirely unappealing, in a painful sorta way.'

You want to read about Faith and Amy Madison hooking up in toxic ways.

[joltai-showa]

Upon reading the latest chapter of Karameru's "If you can press rewind" (do check out, it's pretty fun) I remembered something that made me laugh, so here's some random analysis of Naruto, in particilar, the topic of religion.

And I don't mean stuff like afterlife, random alien rabbits, etc etc, I mean like what beliefs people practice in Naruto world. This topic is brought up in, like, one arc which is Akatsuki supression arc and with one character who is Hidan. That arc is pretty funny in that it brings up two things that should realistically play a pretty significant role in characters' lives - money and religion - buuuut it's instantly forgotten in favor of more Sasuke bitching. Anyway, that's besides the point, back to the topic of religion.

Here I am gonna be laying out things that I certainly remember from my reread of Naruto like a year ago, so not everything might be mentioned, blah blah blah.

Obviously, we've got Jashinism and Hidan as the only known member (no, little Bolt's adventures are not canon to me, there are fanfics out there that have better writing than that excuse of a sequel series). As far as I remember, it's generally treated as a cult, so it's not widely practiced, even though it does offer these tiny little perks like LITERAL IMMORTALITY.

(sidenote but why the fuck was Orochimaru doing these replanting operations every three years when there's a cult like that literally one border away from Konoha? you're gonna be murdering people for experiments anyway, grab a knife or smth and shout that they're dying for Jashin's glory, you literally don't have to change your routine at all and get free immortality as well?)

ahem. anyway. Who the fuck is Jashin? Why is the guy capable of making his hardcore followers just straight up not die from physical injuries? How does he fit with the other stuff like Pure Lands, Limbo, aliens, etc, etc? Nobody knows, but by far the most broken religion in the world where it feels like all major characters have commited at least one war crime.

Now things that are (likely?) more widespread and commonly believed in are Wills, and really there are only two Wills that we ever learn of, first being the Will of Fire (obviously practiced in Konoha) and Will of Stone (literally only mentioned in Onoki's flashback with his grandpa).

Will of Fire, from how I see it, is something similar to beliefs in spirits of ancestors that continue to linger on and provide help given the fact that certain rituals are upheld that are pretty common in many countries in Asia. Sorry if the phrasing is a bit weird, I can barely formutale it in my first language, not to mention English. Anyway, this is, as far as I remember, is pretty widely practiced in Konoha which is not a big population centre in the Land of Fire, but also practically the capital for shinobi forces in the country, y'know, shinobi that have an average lifespan of like 30 years. Will of Fire acts like both the origin point for Konoha shinobi (your ancestors and fallen comrades are part of it and continue watching over you) and the end point (this is what awaits you beyond, presumably honorable, death). So Will of Fire is by far the closest thing that we see to an actual religion.

(also decided to scroll through wiki on this point and lmao of course Will of Fire came from Hashirama, because making everyone go along with your philosophy gonna be great in the long run. no wonder the hidden village system didn't fix shit)

Now Will of Stone is a really weird one because it's actually kinda closer to a philosophy? It just describes what virtues Iwa shinobi is supposed to have, however that might just be an issue that Kishimoto forgot about Iwa's existence for like 80% of the manga, thus whatever lore is there for them is half-done. Anyway, with what we are given Will of Stone is more about what qualities Iwa shinobi should strive for, and, funnily enough, nobody seems to remember that this Will even exists besides Onoki. The youngest generation represented by Kurotsuchi, Akastuchi and Deidara (who is a nukenin which might have explained why he doesn't give a shit about the villages' beliefs) are never shown to acknowledge Will of Stone.

Anyway, that's it for fully fictional religions in the world of Naruto, but we are not done yet, because Kishimoto sometimes really liked to slap elements from Buddhism or Shinto, which I presume to be not completely intentional on his part as he was prioritizing aesthetics of a scene/jutsu rather than the implications this creates for the existing religions in the shinobi world.

Okay, what conclusions can we make regarding what had been given to us in canon? Shinobi definitely have

a) their local religions and beliefs that are pretty strongly assosiated with their villages

b) various cults

c) likely some form of Buddhism

So why did I decide to write up this post after reading the recent chapter in "If you can press rewind"? Well, the most obvious thing from the list above is that Christianity doesn't exist in the context of Naruto world. And, as a result, the characters from that world have no idea what Christmas, Easter, St. Valentine's day, etc etc are, because these holidays simply don't exist for them.

(This is not to throw shade on anyone, just a thing a remembered)

Anyway, so funny story time: there was a post in a Naruto discussion group where the admin brought up this exact same topic and people began analyzing if there were any other signs of real-life religions that shouldn't really exist in the context of Naruto.

And they way everyone LOST THEIR SHIT when someone pulled up a page from the manga where Jiraya was called Naruto's "godfather". Which really shouldn't be a thing unless Christianity does exist in the shinobi world. People began a full-on dang investigation into that page, we're talking about a dozen of people pulling up different translations of the same page, comparing and arguing about the validity of another translation.

It did end well, after a while someone pulled up with the page in Japanese and explained that yes, Jiraya is kind of called Naruto's godfather, but the term in the original text is different to the one used to describe godfather in Christianity, meaning Jiraya is simply someone with guardian-like role to Naruto. Limitations of translations and all, yada yada.

But goddamn was it fun to see people try to fit Holy Crusades into the already messy lore of Naruto

[auxiliarydetective]

no analysis for Sonoko’s outfit? (what are the sword names btw?)

Oooooh you got me. I'm actually glad that people enjoy my outfit analyses, even to the point where they're asking for them. Really warms my heart <3

SO: Sonoko outfit analysis. Also gonna describe parts you can't see because other stuff is in the way.

First of all, her hair is dyed. I don't think you can really see it but her eyebrows are brown, so that's kinda supposed to be a hint that her hair isn't naturally green.

She also has a lot more scars than you can see in the picture. Let me actually give you a full view of her body, hang on...

Almost all of those scars she got in fights, whether that be training or serious fights. The scars you can see beneath her collar are claw marks.

For her clothes, I originally wanted to give her a Justice Coat to show her Marine officer status, but then I realized that the coat would just get in the way, so I decided against it. Instead, I put the epaulettes of her coat directly onto her shirt. That means she has more mobility too - practical for fighting. As for the color of the epaulettes, I spent what felt like hours looking at the coats of different Marines to figure out if there was any rhyme or reason to the colors of their epaulettes. You would think that they would correspond to rank in some way. But they don't so...

Generally, in its color scheme, I wanted Sonoko's outfit to resemble Zoro's main outfit from the animanga, so we have a white shirt and black pants and boots. If you make the shirt an actual dress shirt, that even fits into the Marine uniform scheme, so that's a big plus!

The belt is made of leather and has a section going down at the left side to hold her swords.

The blue sword is named "Komugi no Ha", which translates to "wheat blade". Y'know, like a blade of grass. You can see the wheat motive on the bottom part of the sheath. This is the sword she has carried since leaving Shimotsuki Village and she has a similar attachment to it as Zoro has to the Wado Ichimonji - though her attachment to the Komugi no Ha isn't nearly as strong.

The other sword is named "Koi no Oyogi", which means "swimming koi". I took inspiration from koi colorings and patterns for this sword and gave the blade a wave pattern to match.

Finally, you might be able to tell that, in comparison to her black pants, her boots look kind of worn-out and grey instead of being a pristine black. This will become significant later in her story...

Thanks for asking!

I expect you to be back for the next few posts if you like these rambles :)

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Also tagging: @supermarine-silvally

[auztim69]

Can I hear more about your Fea au🥺🥺🥺/nf

Ok so,,,,, most of this post is just gonna me lore dumping all the world building n lore I've made up over time so yeah,,,,,

Ok first off there r 2 different fea types; natural and reincarnate born. [Using B n Hashley as my examples, this will probably happen again]

The natural borns r pretty easy 2 explain, they're just feas born via sexual reproduction. The reincarnates r where stuff gets kinda silly tho,,, Basically, reincarnate feas can only be born from feas that have died of old age. Once a fea senses that they are nearing the end of their life, they will seek out a secluded area of nature to die in. Once they find an area that suits them, they will find some place to rest peacefully until they've passed on. Once they're completely dead, their skin and tissue will begin to come together, and from their remains another is born. This is the only way a reincarnate fea can be born. Even 2 reincarnate fea reproducing with each other will not result in another true reincarnate born. That hypothetical offspring would probably have similar phenotypic characteristics, like having brighter, more pastel body coloring, but none of the unique abilities that come with being reincarnate. Speaking of which, the 2 types have different abilities and traits. Natural born feas are more grounded in regular biology, while reincarnates r more supernatural. All feas naturally possess the ability 2 shapeshift, but natural feas have a much easier time doing it because they don't have to exhaust nearly as much energy 2 pull it off effectively. Their overall survival rate is also much higher because of this, since, y'know, the reincarnates r all bright neon colors in the fucking 1800's, it makes the naturals WAY less noticeable by comparison. Natural borns r also physically stronger and larger on average. The reincarnates make up for this by being much harder 2 kill. Feas generally can only be seriously injured via 2 methods; fire and weapons made of fea bones. While the natural born can still die of things like blood loss, reincarnates don't have blood, or most major organs; only being injured in these spots can cause them death.

They can also control their limbs fully after they've been cut off completely. Granted, there is a limit 2 how far away it can be before it stops working, and if it's 2 far away 4 2 long the limb essentially dies. Also, after a fea dies their face completely disappears. The shadow goes away, but so does their eye and mouth. It's actually common practice 4 ppl who hunt feas 4 sport 2 keep them alive until they can get a picture or detailed sketch of their face; 2 make a later taxidermy more “accurate.” 

Ok so there is a lot of folklore and mystery surrounds the birth of feas as a species. But the main story in fea myth is abt the “Mother Tree.”[this thing]

The Mother Tree is fabled 2 be the originator of all life on Earth. Basically, she created lil microorganisms n everything was rlly cool n chill, but then after a couple 100 million years life got rlly complex n it got a bit 2 chaotic 4 her so she created the fea 2 keep the ecosystem all balanced n stuff when she couldn't. Fast forward a couple more million years n she dies n her body is petrified into a massive tree somewhere in the world. No one knows where it is, but legends say that whoever may find it gains her knowledge and her power. Or smth idk. 

Ok that's all 4 now, this will probably be updated later at some point maybe,,,,, feel free 2 ask 4 more specific things if u want[tbh I've just kinda been making this whole au up as I go 😭🙏 designs first, lore second type deal sadly 😔]

[bastard-coatedbastards]

Hiiiii I'm Miren 🎴🎤, I run this shit show, partly - gonna use this blog to work out my sys shit in my head and otherwise because I am NOT relating well to the world rn. I was the host from age 12-18 and I have a LOT of fucking catching up to do apparently despite not being completely dormant.

If you connect this to another blog stfu that alter probably wants to be left alooooone I'm the only one who has fun with other people's opinions of me 😭 long as the people closest to me Get It (and my biggest concern is that they will not lmao).

He/him

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Another alter frequents this blog too.

My name is Percival, you can call me Perry I guess. He/Him. I sign off with 🩺, as the caretaker for our system.

En has been around for a long time, but when he was little I was the "responsible one" a lot of the time. I care deeply about healing, but that has made me deeply frustrated at many points in my life. We were under an abusive roof until we were 18 and I don't even want to think about the first few years of that. My hyperverbal ass doesn't always know when to stop, and I've been around for a very long time. So if you can spare the patience to put up with my bullshit, I'll be impressed. Maybe even grateful, I don't know. I need to dump my thoughts about having this disorder somewhere, because I genuinely do forget that this is my body, too.

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Heya I'm the better Jax, Jaxx'n. I am not technically an introject!!!! I am a fragment who stole an appearance and attitude I liked!! I am the only one allowed to associate me with my source, everyone else fuck off about it. Anyway I'm taking this blog over for a bit. Practice the art of not giving a fuck for a change. I have found comfort and mild enjoyment in logging/categorizing information on our system, but that doesn't mean I don't fuck around for kicks. I can be a little mean, fair warning. 🪩

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🩺💞🏔🎸Some boundaries:

Many of our introjects are fragments who took on those identities and feel seen in them. Many change their name, some do not. Do not harass them about their sources, names, etc.; some will talk about them, others just want to live normally as themselves. Fictives don't choose their traits, because no alter can inherently choose that kind of thing.

Do not harass us about "Endo" discourse; we speak on it when we feel like it. Personally, yes, we believe that this is a disorder stemming from trauma. We also believe trauma is inherent to the human experience and to deny that part of systemhood does everyone a massive disservice. We find the concept of "other origins" largely irrelevant and the "evidence" flimsy at best. Don't like it? DNI.

Our littles are not allowed on this account nor will we be posting about them, with few exceptions.

Don't tell us what's going on with cesspools like r/FDC. Don't fakeclaim or generalize about entire groups of systems. Don't shit-talk random creators who don't have the same system experiences as you. It's fucking obnoxious. DNI if you think having Trauma justifies being a miserable, mean, spiteful person (seriously fuck you for perpetuating those cycles). The people groups mentioned here have opinions that are built on personal issues and unaddressed negative emotions; they are not worth listening to. And no, being abrasive towards people who act like that isn't the same thing. We carry a lot of pain but you don't see us taking it out on just anyone, especially other systems. Jfc.

"don't be a bigot/fascist/Zionist/abuse apologist" should be obvious but y'know. Just don't.

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Boxes by @/sysboxes

Other occasional sign-offs (in order of Who Adds What lmao some picked two emotes):

❤️‍🩹 John (he/him) | 🎴🎤Miren (he/they) | 💕 Amelia-Dean (she/ey/they/he) | 🦉 Eda (ey/she/he) | 🎈Yunice (she/it/he)| 🥼Kiri (he/him) | 🔏🦌Louis (he/him) |🪩Jaxx'n (it(derogatory)/he) | 🗡️Kas (he/ey) | 🪽 Mitch/Michael (he/xe/they) | ⛪🍄Morel (he/they/ey) | 🎭 Hara (he/she/they) | 🔥 Fuu (he/they) | 🎸 Blitz/Ches (he/ey) (barely uses this account because I am the guy in Real Life who's like "hi how are you" yes Miren I am roastibg you) | 🌐 Rick (he/xir) | 🐈‍⬛ Dreyfus (he/it) | 🌊 Lazuli (he/they) | 🗺️ Tumbleweed (he/ey/it) | 📚 Di (pronounced Dee) (she/they/he) | 💊Nicole (she) | 🧹Adam (he/it) | 💒🎠 Shina/Mappi (she/her) |🐕‍🦺 Redd (he/it/ey) | 🐈🌂 Momos (she/it/they) |💧Ruka (he/him) |⏳Mu (she/they) | 💞🏔Calcite (they/nine/he/she)

[havent-thought-of-a-name-lmao]

hiya.

you can call me v, like the english letter. i'm 24 and a professional user of they/them. i'm black and an nb aroace lesbian. which is a mouthful, so i just like to say queer dyke or eldritch lesbian. they're synonymous for my identity.

this is a blog for talking about my physical shit, neurodivergence (autism + adhd), mental illness (C-PTSD, DID, OCD), and my experiences being black and queer. it was originally just gonna be for physical shit (and still mostly is tbh) but y'know.

i've got funny b

i might talk about S, L, A, and M a lot on here. S is my therapist, L is my previous case manager, A is my current case manager, and M is my APN :)

uhh idk what else to put here. my pfp was emu otori for a while but now it's rui kamishiro bc he vibes with me a lot tbh.

i also sometimes post general project sekai shenanigans here; it's less fandom stuff (i have Anxiety), and more gameplay. proseka is smth i can see visible progress in and therefore gives me comfort. i also just love vocaloid and have since high school. if you're curious, i'm at a point of practicing Expert difficulty, getting through 23s easily and learning 24s and easier 25s :)

likes come from elsewhere.

boundaries + fyi

if you don't wanna see my vents, you can filter "#v is venting". that's my neg tag.

i don't have a dni because the kind of people i'd have in my dni wouldn't respect my dni anyway. but i do not have the time, energy, or fucks to give to people who engage with me in bad faith in any sort of meaningful way. you'll probably just get ignored. i also block liberally.

sorry if i tricked you into thinking i'm a pjsk acc i just hurt a lot and enjoy the viddygame and think i'm funny. v unfortunate combination

respect my banners please lol. i really don't like when my posts get derailed and like it and blocking are the only ways to get around that and i'd rather TRY being polite first lol

any posts that have any emoji other than 💛 (which isn't a sign-off) are me keeping track of who was present with me/who i was when i made a post, just because it's helpful for me. no, i will not be giving specific information about those parts. it literally makes no difference to you.

more stuff will be added and removed as needed.

[ramblyngrobyn]

Juvenile (Pkmn/Prsk crossover) Prologue notes extended

Okay! So! This is the start of a little big something I've been sitting on for a while. For the last several months (since at least April 2023) I've been occasionally poking at this ever-expanding AU in my phone's notes, adding ideas for story beats and things to do with the characters and world. I always figured I wouldn't actually turn this into a real thing and figured I'd just keep it to my own imagination but the brainworms eventually won, so here I am!

Uh, so I don't know how "good" this is gonna be? Hell even this first chapter I'm already worried that maybe I tried to do too much at once. As I was writing a lot of extra ideas hit me for how I could better build this as a solid foundation of the rest of the story. I wanted every scene to like, matter, yknow? It might just straight up be too long! But any time I considered cutting a scene just to make things more brief I was like "no, no, I need that part". I could have also cut it into multiple chapters but it's the same amount of content so like, what would the point be. If you're wondering, the break points for a 3-chapter version of this would have been Mafuyu showing up at Kanade's place and Kanade seeing the others off at the train station.

Right off the bat, the prologue is a bit different tonally and I wanna talk about that. There's not a super high saturation of Pokemon stuff in this opening! I hope that isn't too weird considering this is a Pokemon AU! I wanted to ease Kanade into it before dropping her in the deep end for the last chunk. When the next chapter hits, we’ll be in full on Poke-mode. This chapter also has a handful of more serious moments, which is par for the course since y'know, Niigo. I actually cut out or edited some bleaker moments because I thought they felt out of place, lol. It's gonna get a lot more consistently lighthearted from here, I promise! (Mostly!)

I have the broad strokes of this story outlined, both in written notes and a map that I scribbled out. I don't have all the details in-between locked in, I'm being flexible there, but I know where I want this to go and generally speaking what I want to do with the whole cast.

I'm not aiming for anything super profound with this, and I have no practical experience in long-form storytelling. Hopefully that doesn't bite me in the butt too hard. Going forward, some chapters might end up being mostly choreographed action, some might be the characters sitting around talking for a few thousand words. At the end of the day, this is just me having fun with my favorite characters in one of my favorite fictional words. I'm trying to not think so hard that I corner myself.

On that note, I think it's worth noting up front that this is very much my version of these characters in my version of Unova. Not in a "my fic don't like don't read" kind of way but like... you might not agree with every choice?

For the most part character origins will have to be built from the ground up, though as you can see from this first chapter I've tried to keep bits and pieces from canon that I think naturally fit. Niigo's origin story is honestly pretty easy to write and intuit around considering they first met remotely. And while I did do a lot of expositing in this opening I think that instead of every character getting an airtight, perfectly laid out backstory, I'll leave some things to the imagination.

As far as the laws of the Pokemon universe goes, it probably goes without saying that I definitely won't be following strict rules from the games. Some Pokemon might end up learning moves that aren't in their learnset, for example (or at least, if they make sense for the Mon in question). Some moves and abilities might have their function tweaked for this context, or I might go for a different interpretation of how the move manifests physically. There’ll be Pokemon that have more than literally four moves. Stuff like that. I'm inserting some headcanons, some ideas that I think fill in gaps in the world building, and there'll be a lot of changes to the design of the world. I joke to myself that this is a "post-globalism Unova", because there's some locations that are really different, a couple totally original locations, and Pokemon here that don't show up in Pokemon BW/2. You could call it "anime logic" if you want, I just think loosening the rules makes things more interesting and fun to write and read. 

One more little nugget: In case you didn't recognize it, the title is from the Jin song made for the Project Voltage collab! It's my favorite song so far from the crossover, it makes me feel so many things. It just felt like a perfect fit for this story vibes-wise, as well as a fun coincidence since I’d been imagining Kanade with an Eevee for months beforehand.

I may run out of steam eventually, but I'm publishing this first chapter because I'm currently feeling fired up about it. Even if the current enthusiasm wanes over time this'll be here for me to poke with an update whenever I want.

I'd love for you to join me on this silly journey, and I hope you can enjoy it!

[rhynerd]

Y'know what, I'm gonna try to answer all of these myself for one of my own OC's who I've only got a few notes, this sketch (and another page of sketches I'm still working on but I don't have a picture of that), and a lot of brain time for:

🍇: Going off the meme, the Fighter. Otherwise, she's not often the one to initiate activities (unless her friends are also coworkers) but she'll be encouraging them and helping plan them.

🍉: Jewellery? no. She tends to forgo that stuff outside of special occasions. Although she does always wear a rather nice neck scarf.

🍋: There was somebody she was close to, probably even loved. She never knew how much trouble they were win until she found them dead.

🍍: In one of two places: Somewhere that's hers and would require a small explosive to break into, or somewhere personal to someone who trusts her dearly.

🍎: She has her father's eyes and her mother's curly hair.

🍑: Someone kind, compassionate, and good at seeing the nice things about this world. Although it'd probably be smart if she was somebody who could look out for herself.

🍒: There was probably some guy in high school she dated for a bit. He was probably the last guy she ever kissed.

🍓: Likes caramel and a fair sum of floral scents, and saltwater is probably about as pleasant as a week-old unclean ashtray to her.

🍆: Oh, she's a cuddler.

🌽: She doesn't mind a bit of flirting and other minor acts, and the cuddling's already been mentioned for more invested affairs, but the biggest sign of love is being able to trust her with something you'd demand most other folks take to their grave, and not for any business reason.

🍰: If you got what it takes to make it far in the world of business then you probably don't wanna be in her line of sight.

🎂: Lot of folks tend to mistake her for either a modern day femme fatale or a cheap punk. They're always surprised by how caring and generous she can be. That, or they notice something's off about her in a way like "when was the last time this gal took a breath?"

🍪: Her original jacket was. Unfortunately it was destroyed but she keeps a copy or two to preserve the memories tied to the original.

🍩: I suppose on average she'd violate laws against donating to pan-handlers more often than the rest, but she is ostensibly a mercenary so chances are she's better remembered by law forces for more violent crimes.

🍫: I imagine she'd have a desk or table she'd stand around like she's plotting a heist when she needs to think.

🍾: She's become open to believing a lot of things, luck included. Thing is, she's not a strong believer in luck being something easily shifted by rituals.

🍷: She doesn't like drinks that need to be shaken up first and never likes it when somebody pops open a wrapper.

🍹: I imagine there could be two. The first involved a car chase. The second was at a carnival or state fair.

🍻: If it's just one of those days, perhaps she'll just try (with a heavy emphasis on try nowadays) to get some sleep. If not, one things she likes to do to let off steam is grabbing a friend, some caramel-filled chocolates, and watching a dumb movie that she can crack jokes about with the friend. Then again, that's if the day was just a lot. Sometimes a day goes bad in a way that the only way to get back to normal find something okay to destroy and ruin it.

🥃: I think she'd probably be a fan of Katie Gately. Might also like the Garages and Pussy Riot too, but she prefers more hard noise in her music (and chances are I'll need to find a band with harder noise to change this answer too). It's hard for her to choose a favorite book or show.

🍕: If possible: hang out with friends. If not, then she'll probably just go somewhere to kill time or read a book.

🍔: I don't think I have enough knowledge of recent trends to give a good answer to this.

🍟: Admitted: Trashy romance novels in a language she's trying to learn/keep in practice. She does have a worry that her real guilty pleasure is a penchant for violence. Fortunately, I think her real guilty pleasure lies in pranking people with minor scares.

Odd OC ASKS

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory?

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

🍾: Does your OC believe in luck? If so, do they have any charm or ritual they do before a stressful event?

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

[spencersawkward]

omg I’m so excited you’re on here and taking requests!! do you think you could do something like baby Spence losing his virginity to a close friend & it’s like adorable, goofy, fluffy smut bc he cannot get over the fact that he’s actually having sex with someone

I’VE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE-- TURN IT UP!!!

on a serious note, i'm so glad you asked for this one bc i really wanna add a scene like this in the fic i'm working on rn. i'm v excited.

summary: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him.

word count: 5.6k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Spencer Reid

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, fluff.

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hanging out with the team is easily the best part of the week. after spending days in Arizona with our focus entirely on the most recent case, my mind is practically ready to snap. I feel like I've been running on fumes, and when Penelope suggested we take the evening to hit our favorite bar, I was practically already out the door.

so now I'm sandwiched between JJ and Emily as we throw back our first shots of the night. my skin is already flushed with the elation of laughter, the pleasant thrum of conversation that surrounds us.

"that's bitter." JJ makes a face when she slams the empty glass on the table. I screw up my nose.

"why did we pick vodka?" I hate vodka.

"it gets the job done." Emily laughs. I shudder at the aftertaste that sits on my tongue.

Morgan wanders over, Pen on his arm while she totes a brightly colored pink alcohol. they're flirting as usual, but she pauses in her witticisms to grab my arm.

"we're playing truth or shot in that booth over there." she says to me, then gets the attention of the other two women. I let out a disbelieving laugh.

"truth or shot? like truth or dare but without the dare?"

"Reid, is that you?" Morgan says sarcastically. I slug him in the arm with a pout.

"be nice." but I'm giggling. he loops his arm through mine and we head back to the table, Penelope already starting a new conversation with JJ and Prentiss as they follow. Spencer is sitting in the booth with an Arnold Palmer, sipping from the straw like it's his job. I slide into the spot next to him.

"hi, you." I smile. "I haven't seen you at all tonight."

he holds up his glass. "I don't really drink."

"that's fine," I wave it off. "I just meant I wanted to hang out with you."

"oh." he smiles a little. "sorry."

"no big deal. you're here now." I shrug and turn to Pen as she calls my name.

"I'm gonna order a bottle. that okay?" she points to the bar with a mischievous smile. glancing once at Spencer and his slightly awkward position between Morgan and me, I make a snap decision.

"you know what? I think I'll just have a lemonade."

"you sure? Jayge said you spent the whole plane ride back talking about getting wasted--" Penelope's words cause a blush to spread over my face. I cut her off.

"I'm sure. thanks, Penny."

she nods. "of course, sweet cheeks."

I focus back on Reid, who is looking at me gratefully. he would never say it out loud, but I know he feels a little out-of-place sometimes. it's hard enough for him to come out with us to bars; the least I can do is be a sober friend. I open my mouth to start a conversation about an article I read the other day when Prentiss speaks.

"okay, so... who's ready?" her voice, always so certain, carries over the table. all of us make enthusiastic noises of assent, and she grins as Penelope returns with an armful of glasses. Derek gets up to grab the actual alcohol, and then when we're all settled in, the game begins.

"the rules are simple: you tell the truth, or you drink!" the tech analyst explains. the stakes for Spencer and me are lower, but that doesn't really matter. I'm excited to hear the team divulge their secrets.

"I'll start." Prentiss doesn't even hesitate before she looks at Morgan. "Derek, are you still sleeping with that one woman from sex crimes?"

Morgan raises his eyebrows at the question, irises flitting between Emily and the rim of his drink. there's a slight smirk on his face; he knows what a player he is and he's okay with flaunting it.

"Ally? no." he sighs. "things didn't end well between us."

"what? why?" I ask, eyes widening before I look around at everyone. "who is this woman?"

"cool your jets, sparky." Morgan teases me. "only one question per round."

"I'll tell you later." Prentiss raises her drink in my direction and winks.

"uh, no no." Morgan attempts to stop her, but JJ interrupts him.

"speaking of things not ending well," she says loudly. "Pen, why did you and Sam break up?"

"well," Penelope sticks her tongue between her teeth as she thinks it over with a devilish smile. her lips are a ruby red tonight, bright against her pale skin and big eyes. "to be completely honest, he just wasn't... doin' it for me. you know?"

"like--?" Emily glances down at her lap. Pen nods quickly and I snicker. JJ looks awestruck.

"I thought it was going so well."

"it was, but..." Penelope seems to genuinely think this over before she speaks. "if it's right, it just clicks. and it never clicked with Sam."

"profound." I compliment, high-fiving the high-energy blonde. we giggle before she turns to me with a glint in her eye.

"oh, do I have a plan for you," she smirks. "tell me, Y/N: if you had to sleep with one person on our team, who would it be?"

"women included?" I clarify, my cheeks suddenly on fire. how come everyone got easy questions except for me? I'm really just biding time.

"of course." she nudges my shoulder. I mull this over for a minute. I could say the truth, but I don't think that would be the right thing to do. however ironic that is. given the situation, I do something which I have never been good at and which I don't enjoy doing: I lie.

"although all of you are catches," I preface. "I think I would probably pick Emily."

Prentiss almost chokes on her own spit as her head snaps to see my face.

"me?" she asks.

"low-pressure fun." I shrug, the stress of the moment rolling off my shoulders with the ensuing laughter of my team members. Spencer takes a sip of his drink and peeks at me from his spot before I focus my attention to JJ.

we go on like this for a while, our original plan of "truth or drink" really just turning into a game of "truth and drink." as our laughter gets progressively louder, our questions and answers get progressively more provocative. we get into risky territory towards the fourth round, and I can practically feel Spencer's discomfort radiating off of him. thank god everyone has been taking it easier on him with their questions.

that is, until Morgan hits about five shots and decides to throw him to the wolves.

"so, Reid," he asks. there's no malice in his tone and I'm sure he's not meaning to embarrass the boy genius, but the question makes me wince anyways. "have we made any progress on the virginity front?"

it's like a fucking pall over the table. Reid goes rigid in his spot, and JJ's protective eyes dart between him and Morgan. Penelope's jaw drops.

"wait, Reid, you're a--?" her voice is tender, not judgmental, but Spencer's cheeks turn pink and he looks at Derek with a hurt expression.

"not cool." he says, body shifting in my direction. his eyes communicate everything; without a word, I know what he wants. I scoot out of the booth, letting him slip by me to walk outside.

truly, I'm speechless. we all stare at his lanky frame push through the door, but nobody talks until at least fifteen seconds pass.

"what the hell was that, Morgan?" JJ asks.

"I thought everyone knew--" he throws his hands up. "I swear I wouldn't have said anything if--"

"why would everyone know that?" I feel myself get angry for Spencer's sake. "that's an incredibly personal thing, especially to him."

"that wasn't you, my love." Penelope's voice is soft, sobered by the incident that just occurred. the playful air at the table is officially ruined, and we keep glancing at the doorway like Reid will come back in and everything will be fine. he doesn't.

"I'm gonna go apologize." Morgan starts to get up, seemingly beginning to realize the weight of his words. it's one thing to ask about Reid's sex life in general; it's another to point out specifically the entire absence of it. Spencer doesn't seem to be bothered by most things, but this is different. my heart hurts.

we watch Morgan go, the women all looking at each other with worried expressions.

"I feel bad." Penelope says.

"y'know, Spence never told me that." JJ observes.

"he really trusts Morgan." Prentiss says what we're all thinking. Morgan has always been like a big brother to him, and being embarrassed in front of your co-workers like that can't be a pleasant feeling.

we sit in a relative silence for about five minutes until Morgan walks back into the bar. he pulls out his wallet and pays for the drinks, then walks over to us.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. do you need me to call you all cabs?" he asks. those dramatic brows are drawn low over his face, emphasizing his regret. I look between my friends and clear my throat.

"it's okay. I only had one shot about an hour and a half ago. I can drive everyone home."

"okay," Morgan sighs, his head turning briefly to the door before focusing back on us. "drive safe, ladies."

and then he's gone.

"you guys ready?" I start to shrug my jacket on. they all nod and we get ready to go.

...

sitting in my apartment later that night, my head is swimming. even though it's none of my business what happens in Spencer's sex life, I wish I could tell him that it's okay. nobody cares at all if he's a virgin or not. but I know it's still embarrassing.

I hate that I lied earlier tonight, too. I wanted to say Spencer's name when they asked who I wanted, because I meant it. we're close, and I will always love him as a friend. but I've also always wanted more.

nobody, not even any of the other BAU women, know about my crush. I didn't want it to get in the way, or for it to come out and ruin my friendship with Reid. he doesn't like me like that, and that's fine, but what's not fine is not having him as my friend.

he was the first person I really connected with when I came here, and I feel a little protective over him, too.

once the clock hits eleven, I consider calling. he’s definitely not asleep yet. Spencer is a night owl. normally at this time he'd be curled up with a huge book, reading impossibly fast.

when he picks up on the third ring, the air leaves my lungs.

"Y/N?" he asks, more surprised than anything else.

"hey, Spence--" I hesitate, suddenly not sure what to say. sorry Morgan told everyone you're a fucking virgin? “do you wanna come over?"

maybe if I see him face-to-face, I'll be able to collect my thoughts better. the words hang in the air, festering over the line until I'm just about to take them back, before he replies.

"y-yeah. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

my hands are shaking at my side when I open the door for the tall genius. he's still wearing his outfit from earlier, hair slicked back like normal. I've settled for my usual sweatpants and t-shirt winning combo. it's not like he cares.

"hey." I smile, trying to read his micro expressions. there are two possible outcomes here, knowing him: either he's going to be totally, completely over it, or he'll be able to write a War-and-Peace-length book on why he's upset.

"hi." he gives a wan smile and I let him into my apartment, closing the door behind him and gesturing to the couch.

"I missed this place." he says absently, looking around at the mess of decor and case files. I snort as I recall the last time he was here. he wanted to borrow a book that I had, and we ended up watching an entire docu-series about homing pigeons. it was surprisingly interesting; mostly because his commentary is both informative and funny.

"it missed you." I anthropomorphize my living space, but the phrase hangs heavy. I'm worried about him. I'm always worried about Spencer. he turns to look at me, opening his mouth to say something. I brush past him and walk into the kitchen. "coffee?"

"sure." he follows me like a lost puppy, leaning against the counter while I pull out two mugs and get to work.

"hey," I pause for a moment to look him in the eyes. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry-- about what happened... tonight."

"oh, that?" he scoffs, waves it off unconvincingly. "it's fine."

I raise my brows the slightest bit, never breaking eye contact. he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t want to talk about it. he cracks easily.

"it's just embarrassing, you know?" he says, staring out my kitchen window to alleviate his own nerves. I gesture for him to follow me back into the living room and I sit down criss-cross applesauce on the couch. he mirrors me, kicking off those cute black Converse.

"I don't think the fact itself is embarrassing, but I totally get why it feels that way. he shouldn't have said anything." I nod.

"like, that's personal. a-and--" he hesitates a moment, gesticulating wildly now. "and it's not like he's got any right! at least I don't go around with so many girls that I forget their names."

the thought of Reid sleeping with that many women is a little bit funny, but it also makes my stomach twist with jealousy.

"did he apologize?"

"yeah, he did. and he was drunk, I know." he rolls his eyes. "I'm overreacting."

"no, really, you're not." without thinking, I scoot closer to him and place my hand over his, which is sitting on his knee. I remember that Spencer is usually pretty averse to touch, but when I move it back to my lap, he seems a little disappointed. I wonder if he gets lonely.

"is it weird?" the question sounds raw, like he's mustering a lot to hear my response. I shake my head immediately.

"well, for one, Spence, I would never judge anyone based on their sex life, period." I chuckle. "and two, no way! if you aren't into having sex at this point in your life-- or ever-- that's totally your choice and you're entitled to it."

his eyes meet mine, pools of honeyed hazel that swim with a slightly amber shade. his face is so pretty, it's sometimes unbelievable to me that he doesn't get more action. bone structure that would make a sculpture envious.

"that's the thing," he licks his lips nervously before averting his gaze again. "I am interested-- I just don't-- well, I don't--"

"don't have someone to do it with?" I suggest with a slight smile. he nods, then clarifies.

"girls don't really seem to be interested in me."

I let out a laugh, unable to contain myself. his head jerks up to frown in confusion. I’m quick to amend myself.

"Spence, that's not true at all. you're such a catch! you're sweet and funny and way smarter than anyone I know. not to mention that you're adorable." I compliment, letting some of the thoughts I've been keeping to myself bubble to the surface. "any girl would be beyond lucky to be with you, sexually or not." Spencer blushes at my words, but the squirming in his spot tells me that it makes him feel warm inside. he smiles a little.

"you think?" it's genuine. he appreciates being praised, and it makes my heart flutter when he gives me that expression like I've made his night.

"I know." more of what I want to say rolls around my mind, unsure of whether or not I should admit it. but I think that right now, it'll only serve to make him feel better. "actually, I should tell you something."

"what?" he's curious now.

"when we were at the bar and Penelope asked who I'd be with... on the team... I lied."

"okay." he nods, somehow not connecting the dots. I guess it doesn't matter if they've got enormous IQs; boys are still clueless.

"I was gonna say you." the truth presses from the inside out, lifting a weight off my chest now that it's out there. even if he doesn't return that feeling, I'm suddenly glad that I told him.

"me?" he gestures to his narrow chest. I nod.

"yeah. I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable or embarrass you in front of our friends." I explain. he breaks into a grin.

"thanks." like I've given him something. I feel myself smiling as well, and then we're just looking at each other. tension that neither of us is willing to break. as much as I'd like to take him right here right now, he hasn't said anything about actually having sex or even about being attracted to me. for all I know, he could be completely indifferent.

"listen, Spence--"

"would you be willing to--" we speak at the same time, both of us stopping and laughing awkwardly.

"sorry, you go first." I offer, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

"would you want to... um..." he scratches the back of his neck before his eyes meet mine. "try it?"

"sex?" I raise my eyebrows. he nods. I try to find the right response. that’s more assertive than I expected. my pulse is fast, daring me to tell the truth. "I mean-- yes, I would love to-- but are you sure you want it to be with me, Spence? what about a girl that you like?"

"you are a girl that I like." he says this like it's matter-of-fact, like it's obvious. my heart stops in my chest before it starts to hammer.

"really?" a smile makes its way onto my face.

"I thought you knew."

"no." I laugh. my chest is full of sunlight.

"well, you are."

there's a brief silence where I try to get myself back on track. he likes me, too.

"are you sure you want to do this?" I glance at the space between our bodies, which has grown steadily smaller over the course of our conversation. Spencer is watching my every move with an intensity that tells me he's nervous.

"yes." he's unwavering.

"okay, well, you've kissed girls, right?" I inch closer. he nods.

"one."

"oh, Spencer," I sigh contentedly. "I have so much to teach you."

right after I say this, Spencer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. it's only then that I notice his hand covering his lap, the erection that's forming beneath his pants. my eyes flick up to his hungrily.

"sorry." he apologizes.

"don't be." our faces are inches apart and he's practically holding his breath. "I'm gonna kiss you. is that okay?"

"yes." he replies immediately. I place my hands gently on the side of his face, admiring the softness and sharpness of his jaw when I pull him to me, kissing him with a suppressed desire. his mouth is soft against mine, a little anxious to move. after a moment, he starts to relax.

his lips part and I deepen our contact, tilting my head and keeping it mostly mild at first. I don't want to shove my tongue down his throat. our knees are touching and his hand hesitantly finds my waist, the other going to run through my hair. I sigh into him, his fingertips a new sensation that I adore.

Spencer begins to give in a bit more to himself, asserting himself in the kiss and slipping his tongue over my bottom lip. I almost laugh at how quickly he gets the hang of it. he reads my body language effortlessly, not even skipping a beat when I climb into his lap and lace my arms around his neck.

"is this okay?" I pull away momentarily. he nods.

"you're so pretty." an unrelated response, but appreciated nonetheless. I laugh and peck his nose.

"thanks." and then we're back to making out, his hands resting on the small of my back. it's nice. I could stay like this forever, just pressed against Spencer while my fingers thread through his soft hair. he's cautious with me, and it's innocent.

I can feel his boner, can feel from the eagerness of his kisses that he's trying not to bring up the fact that he's literally just throbbing in his pants right now. in order to give him a little of what he wants, I start to rock my hips against his.

Spencer whimpers into my mouth. I stop and look down at him.

"do you want me to stop?"

"no, god, no— never stop." he's mindless in his reply, already grabbing my hips greedily and trying to regain that friction. I shake my head with a chuckle, then resume my actions. he starts to rut up against me, groaning into our embrace while his hands get more adventurous.

I withdraw, breaking the kiss to straighten up. he doesn't stop the microscopic pushes of his hips. I bite back a smile, enjoying the friction, too.

"do you wanna take my clothes off, Spence?" I ask softly.

"y-yes." he replies, gingerly taking the hem of my top and beginning to lift it over my head. when he places it on the couch beside me, his eyes immediately fall to my bra. slender fingers run up my bare waist, his watch glinting in the candlelight. when he doesn't immediately reach to unclasp my bra, I grab his wrist and guide it to the clasps myself. he moves with a surprising ease, unsnapping the thing and grazing over my skin as he slides the straps down my shoulders. I can tell that he’s shaking a tad, but it doesn’t hinder him.

the second that he's discarded the lingerie, he looks up at me with moony eyes.

"can I... kiss you?" he looks at my bare chest. "here?"

"of course, Spence." I nod. he presses his lips to the space between my ribs, drags them up to the valley between my breasts. lingers, then attaches himself to one of my nipples. I sigh, throwing my head back at the way he moves intuitively, sucking and running his tongue over the peak. he squeezes the other breast, plays with the nipple and starts to acquaint himself with the curves of my body.

the whole time, he's straining against my core, rutting helplessly in pleasure. it feels heavenly, with that sweet face of his so devoted to making me feel good, that I nearly stray from the purpose of the experience.

"Spencer..." I breathe. he moans at the sound of his name, then looks up at me from his place sucking on my tits. his teeth graze of my skin and I buck into his lap, causing him to groan appreciatively. my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

"Y/N," he pulls away from my chest, his lips making a soft popping sound. I gaze down at him, a bit lost in the fantasies running through my head. he's a natural. "can we, um-- like, expedite this process a little?"

"expedite the process?” I repeat back to him, giggling at his formality.

"what?" his voice goes up an octave, but he's smiling. "you know what I mean."

"I really do." I lean down, pressing my thumb into his jaw and angling his face up to mine to kiss. while his hands curiously move over my body, I start to push down the waistband of my sweatpants. I break contact just for a moment to peel them off, and he releases a quiet whine. it's cute.

"come back." he says softly, watching as I slide the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in my panties.

"I'm back." I peck his cheek, climb into his lap again. "can we take off your clothes, too?"

"mhmm." he nods. his lips part when my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a torturous slowness. I can feel his eyes on my face the whole time.

"what?" I chuckle, peeking up at him for a moment before I pull his shirt open and run my palms up his chest, over his shoulders. he nearly shudders at the sheer touch.

"I just can't believe this is actually happening." he smiles in that way of his, like he's suppressing the depth of his emotions, with his brows slightly raised. I take the opportunity to enjoy the sight of him before me, his rapidly rising and falling chest, the smoothness of his skin.

"honestly?" I start to unbutton his pants, and he jerks up into my hand, blushing once he realizes the earnestness of his actions. I smirk encouragingly. "me, neither."

before I pull down his boxers, my eyes flick to his. "is this still okay?"

"Y/N," he groans. "if you don't do something, I'm gonna cum too early." he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment when my hand moves over his clothed erection, like he's holding on. "please."

"sorry." I release him from the confines. it hits his stomach and he waits for my reaction, as if he's afraid that I'll change my mind right now. but I'm definitely not going to. "holy fuck, Spencer."

"what?" he panics slightly, sitting up more. "is it not enough?"

"not enou--" I stutter, almost laugh. "no, it's plenty. I had no idea..."

"oh." he hides the pleased smile on his face, blush spreading over his pretty throat. in the interest of "expediting the process," I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and gently pump him.

Spencer's stomach tenses and he grabs onto the cushion of the couch with a tight fist, sighing.

"mmm..." he doesn't try to word his emotions, but I know. and I like that I'm making him feel this way, sharing this experience. Spencer and I are such close friends, I never thought we'd actually have sex. my assumption was that I'd watch him grow into himself, find a nice girl and treat her like a queen.

but here I am, spitting into my hand before jerking him off to prepare for what’s next. he’s throbbing, sounds coming from his throat.

"I'm gonna sit on it, okay?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. he touches my waist, my neck, kisses a random spot on my chest in the waves of pleasure that I'm giving him.

"o-okay." he mumbles, waiting for me to actually do it. and there's a moment of tense anticipation between both of us, when I sit up and pull my panties to the side. Spencer watches like I'm the only thing in the world, saving the memory of my body on top of his for later.

I run the head of his cock along my entrance, soaking him in the wetness between my thighs. I didn't realize how turned on I'd already gotten, and he lets out a quiet whine when he feels the evidence of how much I want him.

our eyes lock when I sink down. it's a new feeling for him, and the shape of his member as it stretches my walls causes me to bite my lip to withhold moaning too loudly. he whimpers, neck tensing and fingertips digging into my hips.

"o-oh." he sucks in a breath as I reach the halfway point. he's so big, I have to go slow in order not to overwhelm myself. but it feels good, too. like... unbelievably good. I grip onto his shoulders and my head falls forward into his shoulder.

"Spencer, holy shit." I moan.

"does it feel nice?" he asks, concerned for my own pleasure. I feel my chest flutter at the thoughtfulness of the boy wonder even when he's in the midst of losing his virginity, and I lower myself onto the rest of him.

"mhmm," I rest for a moment. "how do you feel?"

"like--" his breath hitches when I begin to rock back and forth on him. "like I've been missing out."

I can't help the giggle that slips past my lips, but then it quickly turns into a longing moan when he starts to thrust up into me like a helpless thing. Spencer is brilliant, but his brain cells go out the window when he throws his head back and begs me to move more.

I nod, raising and lowering myself until we reach a special pace. it's not fast or slow, just the two of us trying to stay in the moment while we hold on tightly to each other. I can feel the cool metal of his watch when he splays his hand out over my spine, the warmth of his breath while he pants against my shoulder.

he hits my g-spot over and over. my moans are torn from my throat by the burning of my lungs. it's like I can't breathe because I'm so focused on chasing the orgasm building in my stomach. and Spencer... I can tell he's almost finished.

the erratic nature of his jerking body tells me.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moans into my neck. "do- do you want me to pull out?"

"no." I arch my back and throw myself into the friction of our bodies. he stares up at me while I ride him, the merciless grinding of my hips because I just can't help myself. "oh my god, Spencer."

he notices how close I am and, in a surprisingly deft move, slides two fingers over my pussy to find my clit. the ensuing noise from me tells him that he's found it, and he begins to rub in quick circles. it's rough and hard, but that's exactly what I need right now.

"cum for me, Spence." I breathe. his free hand grips onto my thigh and pulls me over him, his own words unintelligible within the sounds of absolute pleasure.

"please." he begs for something I don't know, spills his seed inside of my pussy and holds onto me like I'm an anchor to this world while he peers into the next. the feeling of him spreading through my stomach, along with the reckless movements of his limbs and the way he looks at me while he rides out his orgasm, sends me over the edge.

"oh my fuck!" I collapse, grabbing his shoulders tightly and rolling myself down while he removes his fingers from my body. it's jarring, the intensity, like my normal functions can't respond correctly. all I can process is the tightening of my stomach, the pleasure between my legs, vision going slightly fuzzy at the edges. he moans when my cunt flutters around him, the muscles trying desperately to hold him here with me forever. I take deep breaths and slow down, my forehead dropping again while I start to remember my own name.

neither of us speaks. I think I'm still too in shock about what just happened, but in the best way. he keeps running his hands over my skin, then wraps his arms around my torso so that I'm pulled against his chest. I smile, kissing his ear before I finally break the silence.

"hi."

"hi." he's got a satisfied tone.

"do you need anything? water?" I ask, exhausted but realizing that this is still new for Spencer and it's my job to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. he nuzzles his nose into my clavicle and squeezes me tighter.

"stay here with me." there's a slight edge to his words. he's afraid of me leaving. I snuggle down, perfectly happy to remain. heat radiates from his skin, and I like the way it feels.

"of course."

we linger in each other’s arms, both of us coming back into the real world and holding on in an attempt to soften the blow. I just had sex with Spencer.

"thank you." he whispers into my hair.

"for what?" the smile on my face is lazy.

"for doing this."

"well, I really wanted to." I laugh. "so, I guess, thank you, too."

"you're quite welcome." his response is cheerful and then we're both laughing, the sound rumbling from his chest. "can we do it again at some point?"

"I would be happy to." I beam. the contented sigh that leaves his lips, followed by a slight sinking of our bodies down the couch in collective exhaustion, fills me with a joy that's quiet but obvious.

“I’ll last longer next time, I promise.” he says. I can practically hear the blush in his cheeks.

“you did amazing, Spence. don’t worry about it.” I press a few stray kisses to him.

I'll need to go clean up, soon, but it can wait a few more minutes. this is my favorite place on earth.

[daandyli0n]

y'know what? c!dream design hcs

well, for how i imagine him anyway

(uh, warning: this is gonna contain heavy discussion of body horror, i'm pretty certain, some mentions of torture, and referenced murder)

-dude's like some kind of glitchy eldritch being

-when tommy killed him with the axe, he actually dealt a heavy blow to dream's face. this ended up breaking his mask in half. dream still wears the half that's on the right side of his face (if you were face him, this would be on your left)

-originally, he was shapeshifted as a regular sheep hybrid. why? well, people typically don't think of sheep hybrids as being particularly powerful in battle.

-of course, that's just my design for him pre-torture. afterwards is a whole 'nother story.

-due to the torture, dream's form began to destabilize back to it's inky black and glitchy base.

-for context, the base form he has is basically a humanoid shape that is basically the same color as the void and glitchy as all heck

-by the time techno got stuck in prison, dream's form had destabilized enough to where only one of his eyes was mostly uncovered, as well as the shadowy stuff practically covering his arms and legs.

-but that's not all: he also just looked more sheep-shaped in general. you see, quackity used a lot of, how shall i say...sheep-based insults during dream's torture. the parts of dream's brain responsible for shapeshifting, which were way too out of wack to even uphold his regular form at this point, basically just heard all that and went "oh, so more sheep then?"

-by the time techno left prison, dream was basically a Void Sheep. his eyes were still green with horizontal pupils, but he was basically just an anthropomorphic glitchy sheep at this point.

-now, imagine you're in tommy's position: the guy who killed you and has just generally terrorized you since you've gotten to this server has escaped from prison. you go to grab some weapons and armor to defend yourself with only to find them all Gone. you start looking around you, only to find Him there. he looks...different from how you remember him, and not in a good way. he's basically a complete shadow and is even glitchy. and, wait, does he even look more like a sheep than he did when you saw him last...?

suffice to say, tommy was definitely already terrified. seeing dream like that only served to raise his fear levels even higher

[cognitosclowns]

I loved your post about their laughs and was really curious about how youd describe their bodies? thank you!!!!!!!!!!

OOOOOOOOOO <3333 I LOVE THIS SM

nonsexual nudity!!! discussions of weight, bodies and body image, mentions of drugs!!

THESE ARE PROBABLY GONNA STRAY A BIT FROM CANON BUT IDC <33333. Also just some,, general details?? Mostly just whatever comes to mind

Reagan

She looks a lot smaller than she is??? Maybe it's bc she has shit posture but,, he's a pretty tall lady!!

She definitely got her Dad's shoulders - not super broad, but enough that if she started working out they would be???

STOCKY HANDS <333333333 VV square hands, pretty textured bc shes,, Constantly Working With Them!! <333 she keeps her nails super short out of convenience.

CANONICALLY DRY SKIN. She does put a bit of lotion if she remembers, but it means she has,, a lot of texture on her hands and face!! Lots of gorgeous weathering <33

Brett

SUPER FIT. ABS FOR DAYS. We already get to see that he’s Built Like A Greek Sculpture. His muscles are all vvv distinct!!!

the only man here with an ass <3 rip everyone else

I LIKE TO THINK HIS CHEEKS ARE PRETTY SOFT THO??? 

He’s always had squishy cheeks since he was a kid!! When he smiles they all bunch up?? <333 IDK IF IM DESCRIBING IT CORRECTLY BUT <333 Like they’re,, constantly rosy. He breaks out into this,, Peach Colored blush so often?? <333

HIS FINGERS ARE BIG AND CLUMSY. He fumbles stuff a lot because he doesn’t have great coordination w/ em?? His nails are VERY well kept tho <333

JR

This lovely hodgepodge of traits??

He's thin enough you can see a bit of his ribs, but also has a bit of a tummy? He has visible muscle and decently broad shoulders, but his wrists would probably snap if you have him too hard of a high-five? Tent pole legs and a small torso?? Assless, practically concave. His body is hairless and smooth like a skink, except for a Very Pale happy trail.

He wears makeup to get rid of the eyebags + how Deathly Pale he looks. He needs to get more sun, he has a Vitamin D deficiency </3. Truly built like a Tuberculosis Orphan <3

I BULLY HIM BUT I DO IT WITH LOVE <333

ALSO A VV STRONG JAW??? Super squared off n firm. he is so proud of that jawline esp because he didn't have to work for it <3333

THE HANDSSSSS he definitely has Slightly Bulbous Gecko Fingers?? Kinda rosy too bc he chews his cuticles to ratshit. They’re always slightly cold and Exceptionally Soft <333

Alpha-Beta

Y'know what? I'll say it. Quintessential Dad Bod. Nobody can convince me otherwise. They hated Outis because he spoke the truth

BUT LIKE <333 broad shoulders, big stomach n thighs?? Plenty of stretchmarks everywhere!!!

Apparently the original President was an Oops All Tits situation, and while surprised, AB isn’t really complaining?? 

he definitely isn’t a fan of the body hair though ‘Was a happy trail really necessary??? he doesn’t understand why he needed body hair if nobody was ever gonna see him naked??

His skin has a buncha texture?? Laugh lines, crows feet, plenty of Wrinkles and Weathering. 

Glenn

BIG

just in,, every meaning of the word. If he had good posture, he’d tower over the entire gang.

He's the kind of strong of like,, Lumberjacks. A fuckton of muscle n fat, big shoulders - he could probably toss a desk with little to no effort.

I like to think he helped around his parents the farm since a young age, probably picked up odd jobs here and there (friends farms, local fishery) until joining the army when he graduated high school!!

He may not be as active as he was in his 20s-30s but,, Buddy He Could Still Turn You Into Jam If He Wants

MASSIVE FUCKING HANDS. Jesus you wouldn't realize it bc he doesn't Gesture A Lot but,, he could probably wrap his full hand around most ppls throats. ALSO TALONS <333 SHARP CLAWS

His teeth are the thickness of your thumb, a dulled point. He can break bone!! Yes, he’s tested, (I SHOULD CLARIFY : not on people, on Assorted Meats)

Andre

Long and thin - he has trouble keeping on weight, even though he eats like a trash compactor. you can’t see bones, but he’s definitely on the smaller side!!

SUPER LANKY, but unlike JR he doesn’t have that much muscle?? The weight he does have is mostly fat!

HES SUPER FLEXIBLE. He could probably shove himself in one of the cabinets in his office when he doesn’t wanna talk to people lmao. He can stretch backwards and grab hold of his calves (he does it to freak Myc out smdnsd)

Boniest fingers in the universe. you can see the individual like,, joints. They’re also all,, curved?? He’s broken his fingers a bunch on accident so,, they have a bunch of kinks!!

his skin and hair is vvvv oily!! he used to have really bad acne when he was a teen!! Myc lovingly teases him that the reflection of light off his forehead + hair could cook smb like an Ant in a Magnifying glass.

speaking of hair - it has this super textured, gritty feeling??? Maybe cause he forgets to clean it but,, it feels Dense n Sandy?? <333

Myc

he looks way less solid than he is??? it looks like if you poked him he’d dent

he’s actually fairly sturdy!! Like theres some give but he has Structure? He kinda feels like if you coated a Slightly Deflated Beach ball in Aloe Vera.

The bulbs on the top are probably the softest??

The Ball (tm) is straight up a giant crystal ball. There’s a slight give, but it’s basically a Firm Crystal-Like Membrane??

everything about him is slick - but in the Tacky, Oily way that some Hand Sanitizers have?? It feels like you can never get him off your hands </3

Gigi

MNSDMS SHE’S PRETTY SHORT </3 the heels help but she still has to ask Myc and Andre to get stuff from the Top Shelves.

ANDRE TEASES HER BC,, HE CAN WRAP MOST OF HIS HAND AROUND HERS??

Everything about her is very,, sharp?? High cheek bones, edge nails, etc. 

She has the kind of,, Elegant Strength that a diamond has if that makes sense??

HER SKIN IS FLAWLESS, EVERYONE ELSE IS JEALOUS. She has full access to Andre’s Mad Science + her Media Team so,, yeah she always looks like she’s just stepped down from heaven for a quick bite to eat <3

She has freckles!! she usually covers them up with makeup, so it’s very rare to see get a look at em!!! <3333 they really come out in the sun tho <3

IDK IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND BUT <333 IT WAS A BLAST TYSM ANON

[dooodle-bug]

Meaning behind the boss ghosts' names?

As the title suggests, I'm gonna run through the boss ghosts' names of lm3 and try to analyze or, at least hypothesis what their meanings are. Of course, these are just opinions and also largely speculation-

with that out of the way, enjoy!

Steward- A steward is someone employed in businesses such as hotels and manages the place. Essentially the head servant if you will. And, funny enough, that's practically the exact role we see our boyo Steward in! Also also, may be a bit of a stretch, but could also be a sorta reference to the name Stewart? Kinda? They're awfully similar-

Chambrea- From the bat, her name sounds similar to the title of "chambermaid", which is basically her job. Also, when translated into french (bc maids are generally associated with being french), it literally translates to "chamber of", further referencing the chambermaid motif

Kruller- This one's pretty simple! A cruller is a (rather tasty looking) pastry doughnut. Of course, this is a reference to the stereotype of how cops like doughnuts. Buy why the K? not too sure-

Chef Soulffle- a combination of the words "soul" and "souffle". Soul to fit with the oooo spooky ghost motif and souffle because it's a french dish (and it seems pretty damn clear that him and his area is very french. probably bc it's associated with food and all)

Amadeus Wolfgeist- A play on the famous composer in the 18th century, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who just so happened to play piano. The "geist" part is a pun and also makes it sound more Ghostly

King MacFright- the surname prefix "Mac" has Scottish/Irish origins from what I can tell (in this case I feel like he's Irish, but I'm not sure-). This goes with the idea that he's more likely than not a reference to a stereotypical medieval European setting with him as the king. Fright is also there bc fright. Spooky. (On a side note the prefix Mac means "son of" so his name translates to Son of Fright??)

Dr. Potter- Pot. Like plant pot. Like you pot a plant for it to grow :o]. On another note, the Dr part of his name implies he received a doctorate of some form???

Morty- not sure about this one. Most likely because the root word "mort" means dead and y'know. He a ghost- also I just think it's a nice name <:o)

Ug- relates to stereotypic caveman noises and shit. 360 ooga booga booga.

Clem- I honestly have. No idea?? Maybe because the mark on his hat looks like a clam??? I really have no clue man maybe he was just named that just bc it felt right-

Serpci- sounds similar to serpent or snake, which is a common motif and symbol throughout her level and on her design. Snakes also might have significance in ancient Egyptian culture, but I'm not sure

Nikky, Lindsey, and Ginny- for the longest time I had no fucking clue. Like. Maybe they all end in that ee sound bc they're triplets and their names usually similar?? But it turns out, the wiki said that their initials are NLG, which are also the initials for Next Level Games, the developers for Luigi's mansion, so that's very cool! :o]

Johnny Deepend- Deepend as in like. The deep end of a pool, which he's residing in. Also likely a reference to the American actor Johnny Depp. Why him? I have no clue-

DJ Phantasmagloria- probably derived from the word phantasmagoria, which is essentially a descriptor for something that seems so unreal it's like a dream (sound familiar ;o) ). Not to mention it sounds like phantom for Ghostly-ness and also gloria, probably a reference to the name Gloria if anything

Hellen Gravely- mix of hell and grave, both associated with the dead

And there you have it guys! Hope you enjoyed!

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

 anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh.... 

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

[blazehedgehog]

this mightve been asked before, but what do you think of jrpgs generally? any favorites?

The JRPG boom of the late 90's was prime territory for me. I've told this before, but I think my first JRPG was Final Fantasy 4 on the SNES. I think I borrowed a friend's copy at first, and liked it enough that I ended up getting it second-hand, later.

When I first heard somebody describe "hit points," I thought that meant points you could hit, like individual locations on the body that could be struck. So hearing a boss had 15,000 hit points made me think, "Wow, they must be really big." Y'know, like they had lots of surface area. To hit.

I think I played FF4, then Earthbound, then Chrono Trigger. I had a Game Genie, so rather than understand all of the stats and stuff, I would just input a code that would give the maximum amount of possible EXP, so I would jump straight to level 99 after the first battle.

The first JRPG I played and actually understood was Super Mario RPG. That was also one of the first games I ever bought with my own money.

I'd never finished FF4 originally, so as the buzz for FF7 began to ramp up and I found myself lacking a Playstation, I started the SNES version. I don't think I ever finished it then, either, because I ended up with a Playstation that Christmas, with Final Fantasy 7. FF7 practically became my life for over a year and a half. I did everything in that game, and most of it without a guide. All master materia, all summons, all ultimate gear, all limit breaks (even Aerith's!), leveled my party to 99, a full stable of gold chocobos, beat Emerald and Ruby weapons, and a maxed out in-game clock of 99 hours, 99 minutes, and 59 seconds. I also had several other files to explore alternate routes (dates at the gold saucer, etc.). I wrung out every droplet of fun that game had and then some. I even figured out a way to infinite-cast Knights of the Round, for free (it was a complex system of setting up a w-summon materia, counter-materia, and something else, but it trapped you in a loop of summoning them over and over and over and it only cost MP for the first summon).

Like a lot of people that started a minor JRPG obsession, but I didn't have a lot of money to really try out much. I watched friends play a little bit of Beyond the Beyond, Wild Arms, and Secret of Evermore. I heard kids at school rave about Legend of Dragoon (and I rolled my eyes at it, because I thought it looked dumb). I played demos for Grandstream Saga and Legend of Legaia. Heard enough about Xenogears and its infamous second disc to think I'd never, ever want to play it. Learned to hate how slow strategy RPGs were when I tried a friend's copy of Final Fantasy Tactics.

I was over-the-moon excited for Final Fantasy 8. I was obsessed with how cool the demo seemed. It was such a huge jump in fidelity over FF7! It was gonna be great!

Then I rented the full version of FF8 and it was... markedly less cool. The rad, action-packed demo sequence was changed to be less climactic. I fell off pretty hard, getting bored. (Many years later, a cousin would give me their copy of FF8, and I gave it an earnest second try -- came away not just bored, but legitimately frustrated by how dumb some of the writing was)

Still, I continued to bounce around various other JRPGs. Starting lots, but never finishing them. I was super excited for Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete, but hit a difficulty spike in the third or fourth dungeon and rage quit the game. I think I probably played close to half way through Grandia 2 before falling off the game and never going back to it (no real reason, just got distracted).

Then came Chrono Cross. Chrono Cross and Final Fantasy 8 delivered kind of a one-two punch that made me wonder if Squaresoft knew what they were doing. Cross was so obtuse plotted, so in love with itself, and so NOT what I wanted in a Chrono Trigger sequel that it actively upset me. I got stuck somewhere towards the end of the first disc and ended up reading a story synopsis. I don't remember much about it now, outside of the fact that I really did not like it.

FF8 and Chrono Cross seemed like Square-Enix was feeling themselves a little too much and started mucking with the traditional JRPG systems in ways that didn't make sense or feel good. Like how battles in Chrono Cross don't give you EXP, or the magic draw system in FF8. It felt like, after making so many JRPGs, Square was trying anything to differentiate new games, even if it meant breaking fundamental core concepts in bad ways.

And so it became: if an RPG reminded me too much of what I didn't like about FF8 or Chrono Cross, I stopped caring.

Which is a shame, because Square were genre leaders. Everyone followed them. And soon enough, it felt like "JRPG" stopped having any meaning. It became more about story trappings than systems or mechanics, and most of them are modern day, or science fiction, or alternate historical. Swords and sorcery JRPGs are almost dead, outside of Dragon Quest, and I have a sneaking suspicion the next Dragon Quest could change that, too. The term "JRPG" became more synonymous with "anime RPG."

Most of the JRPGs I am interested in these days are the classics I didn't get to play back in the day. That's not to say that's all I'm interested in; I'm currently about 12 hours in to Mother 3, and I have Switch copies of Tales of Vesperia and Final Fantasy 12 I've gotten for Christmas over the years, and I have added incentive to play Kingdom Hearts 2 (and 3, and...) now.

At this point, JRPGs I've played are mostly: Final Fantasy 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 13-2, Lightning Returns, 15, Mystic Quest, Tactics, Tactics Advance, Chrono Trigger, Cross, Earthbound Zero, Earthbound, Mother 3, Grandia, Grandia 2, Legend of Legaia, Skies of Arcadia, Phantasy Star 4, Tales of Phantasia, Kingdom Hearts 1, Re:Coded, Sands of Destruction, Sonic Chronicles, Breath of Fire 1, 2, Super Mario RPG, Mario & Luigi Super Star Saga, Bowser's Inside Story, Dragon Quest 8, Pokemon Red, Blue, Yellow, Crystal, Ruby, Fire Red, Pearl...

JRPGs I've finished: Final Fantasy 1 (GBA), Final Fantasy 4 (DS), Final Fantasy 7 (PS1), Earthbound (SNES), Chrono Trigger (SNES, DS), Sonic Chronicles, Super Mario RPG, Super Star Saga, Pokemon Red, Blue and Yellow.

A few of those are basically finished. I played KH1 and Re:Coded to their final dungeons, respectively. I got to the final boss in Bowser's Inside Story and FF6, but the final battles were so long that I got fatigued, made a mistake, and didn't feel like redoing them more than once. In Pokemon Crystal, Ruby and Pearl, I reached the Elite Four but didn't feel like grinding up enough levels to get over the hump.

Favorites are probably Final Fantasy 1, Final Fantasy 7, Earthbound, Chrono Trigger, and Super Mario RPG.

Final Fantasy 1 because it feels so different and so much closer to a traditional western RPG. You feel a little less lead by the nose by the story and are turned loose in a space that feels more mechanical, like you're exploring an open world.

Final Fantasy 7, because... well, see above.

Earthbound because I love the weird viewpoint of "Classic 1950's Americana as seen by a Japanese author." It's also very charming, nostalgic and heart-felt.

Chrono Trigger because it's the best JRPG designers of their era collaborating across company lines and basically making what I would consider to be the ideal, perfect JRPG. It's not the most complex, sprawling or thought provoking game in the world, but it's EXTREMELY good at being a digestible story that doesn't overstay its welcome.

And Super Mario RPG isn't necessarily a revolution, but it's got fun characters and a weird world and extremely nice music. Just a very charming, solid game (and story!) all the way through to the end.

I'm looking forward to getting around to seeing more of Breath of Fire 1 and 2, the Tales of games, that SNES Star Ocean game, Secret of Mana, maybe Robotrek, finishing Final Fantasy 9, playing more than just the demo of Grandia 1, etc.

[haziebat]

Moving Mountains | Skyrim x Fem!Reader | Information

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CONTAINS:Profanity, graphic depictions of violence, alcohol. Other tags may be added as series progresses. All tags will be on relevant chapters. 

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Hey! I'm Hazie, and I decided to write an interactive Skyrim reader insert as an exercise in masochism.

Moving Mountains began as a writing project that I realized would be a lot more fun as a reader governed adventure. This story is going to be a mix of original and game content, as you explore the land of Skyrim and learn the truth about your identity and past. 

I broke everything into bullet points to make it less awful on the eyes.

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H O W  I T  W O R K S

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✶ This story has general plot points and ideas, but the course your adventure takes is going to be controlled by reader votes. 

✶ At the end of every chapter I will ask a couple questions. All of them are relevant, even if they don't seem it. They will determine the paths you take, decisions you make, factions you join, romances you build, and your personality.

✶ You will have five days to answer the polls. The closing date will be marked at the bottom of the chapter. Any votes put in after that closing date will not be counted.

✶ I will be taking votes from here, Tumblr, Wattpad and AO3 because I have a crossposting problem and want to get the most in depth results I can. If you see this posted on any of those sites under this username, it's me.

✶ I'll be running a save alongside the fic, mostly to keep track of your location on the map and your progress in main quests. Most aspects of this story will be highly fictionalized and embellished.

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✶ The protagonist is going to use "she/her" pronouns, and you're probably going to get called "Lass" more times than you'd ever want to be. I need to set that expectation from the start.

✶ Your race is determined by a poll at the end of the first chapter. I am only using non-human races like mer and beast races so I don't alienate anyone by locking your appearance into a human race. I figured it would be easier to make it so nobody looks like themselves!

✶ Your skills are based on what talents you choose to practice and utilize throughout the story. If readers choose to spend time casting spells and buying tomes, then you will naturally become more proficient in magic. If you vote to be stabby, you're gonna get real good at stabbing. Feel free to train up new skills! There's always room to learn.

✶ The way you respond to certain questions will determine the way your personality is shaped. You can develop into a quippy, carefree wanderer sort, or the dark brooding mercenary. Or maybe the quippy, carefree mercenary! I'm not here to limit you.

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✶ The choices you make will help you build friendships and romances. Spending time with characters and making decisions they like will increase your affinity with them. 

✶ Much like in the game you can have companions/followers. In the story, these can be actual in game followers, or characters you can't usually travel with! This means if you play your cards right, you can explore Solstheim with Brynjolf or befriend Nazeem and lure him to the farthest reaches of Winterhold and, y'know, just leave him there.

✶ You can have up to three humanoid companions at a time, and three monster/beast companions including your horse. Be careful, though! They might not all get along.

✶ Any humanoid character over the age of 18 can be a viable romance option if you put in the effort. Some will be more difficult than others! Certain characters might be flirty from the start, and other characters could take several chapters to start warming up to you. It all depends on who they are and who you are.

✶ You can have a monogomous relationship if you want, but I won't stop you from having multiple love interests or a harem/reverse harem if it leads there, 

✶ If enough people are sick of someone's shit I will hold a poll to determine whether or not you should break up. 

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✶ (F/N) - First Name

✶ (L/N) - Last Name

NEXT CHAPTER: One - Certainties Like Death

[betawithablog]

Headcanons for the greek gods as omegas?

(I assume you mean as Omegaverse and not for them all to be Omegas cus there’s no way Ares is Omega lol)

This is gonna be the 12(.5) Olympians and the royal couple of the underworld

Zeus: Alpha, a very obvious Alpha. Leader of the Olympian pack. If we're going with the personality he has in the myths then he's the kind of douchebag Alpha who thinks it's his right to go around knotting whoever he fancies; I imagine his pheromones are pretty powerful too. Like, send-you-into-an-surprise-heat kind of powerful. If we're going with how the ancient Greeks actually saw Zeus though he's the absolute best provider. Big dad vibes towards everyone who's even a little bit younger than him (which... y’know, given that he's a god is almost everyone).

Hera: Omega. The kind of Omega that has a dominant, leader's streak; the kind born to be the leader's mate. She has that Omega's need for love and attention (which Zeus really needs to work on giving her smh) and likes to pamper her body (see: pool that she bathes in every night that somehow magically makes her not a virgin anymore... yeah idk either, blame the ancient Greeks). She does, however, lack a natural maternal instinct (see: yeeting baby Hephaestus off of mt. Olympus), so I feel like she could potentially also be a Beta.

Poseidon: Alpha. Originally he was actually the leader of the Olympian pack (no that's not a headcanon - the Macedonians actually considered Poseidon to be the head of the Olympians). I imagine him to be a kind of rugged-looking Alpha - like an strong old fisherman with rough palms and speckled grey hair - with an air of calm and control that can switch to chaotic and aggressive in an instant's notice - like the ocean itself.

Hestia: Omega. Absolutely 100% Omega. The kind of Omega who's very presence makes you feel soothed, her hugs are warm and soft (not just because she always wears fluffy cardigans), her nest is absolute perfection - beautiful, calming to be in, and cosy - and she's always got something divine (if you'll excuse the pun) in the oven. Always purring kin the kitchen. Absolute biggest mama vibes. She smells like a bakery; chocolate and pastry. Holy shit I love Hestia.

Demeter: Alpha. Considered her, perhaps, as an Omega on account of her being a fertility agriculture goddess but she just doesn't strike me as the placating, gentle type. Quite the opposite. She fought stubbornly for her daughter to remain at her side, and she's the goddess of law too - she's not the rolling-over-showing-her-neck type at all. I picture her as an absolute Unit; muscles for days from all the years harvesting crops. The no-nonsense kind of Alpha.

Aphrodite: Omega. The hypersexual kind of Omega. I believe I've seen them called 'Pack Omegas' - the type that do best when they're in a relationship with lots of people, practically (or literally) a whole pack. Also the beauty-obsessed kind of Omega. Takes ten hours to get her clothes, hair, and makeup done yet somehow she turns the whole process into a mesmerising dance. She turns everything into a mesmerising dance. Another I imagine with knock-out strong pheromones that have Alphas falling to their knees for her. She smells like roses.

Athena: Alpha. Another leader-type Alpha - literally has Athens named after her, and she's very proud of her people... despite some of the absolute nonsense she's had to witness from them throughout the ancient years. A very adept and skilled fighter and strategist - likes to know everything about a situation before rushing in. She's an incredibly supportive and wise lead Alpha, the kind that the pack feels they can go to with whatever problem they might have. I feel like she could also easily be a Beta, but she's got such a strong sense of being dominant and in charge it's hard to see her as anything but an Alpha.

Ares: Alpha. Less of a leader-type Alpha, lbr, more of a team player. The kind of Alpha that runs into things without thinking, relying on instinct and, on the battlefield, pure rage. Your average Aggressive Type Alpha who's ready to kill for anyone in his pack. Can come across as a bit of a meat head... and can be a bit of a meat head at times... Yet I imagine him as a really loving, doting mate, which initially surprises a lot of people; seeing this big burly 6ft< Alpha who smells like fire and blood smiling dopily as picks out the perfect dainty jewellery for Aphrodite.

Hephaestus: Beta. My poor poor bastard boy. Very crafty and creative (see: trapping his mother in a beautiful trick throne he built as revenge for yeeting him off the mountain as a baby). Likes to think his creations through and plan genius contraptions. He could very easily also be an Alpha, what with the fact he's a blacksmith, which is a rather Alpha job. But I guess I lean towards Beta because, even though he's a bit of a social outcast on account of his leg and general appearance, he's clearly desperate to be more socially involved with the pack and doesn't want to be a lone wolf.

Artemis: Alpha. Surprisingly nonsexual for an Alpha. Very much a lone wolf. Loves spending her days out in the forest. You wouldn't think she's an Alpha to look at her, but she'd surprise you with how strong she is. Also very good at using her opponent's strength against them. Because of her build, she's considered the protector of Omegas; most Omegas would feel very safe in her presence. She's got this mysterious edge to her that just uncontrollably draws you in... like the moon.

Apollo: Omega. Ah, sweet darling disaster bisexual... I just imagine him being very soft and sensitive (not that he can't kick ass on a battlefield, see: his involvement in the battles of the Iliad). He has an artist's soul and an angel's voice. His serenades are totally his courting gifts. I imagine him revelling in being doted on, and always eager for fuss and attention. He has a beautiful Omegan frame, and he loves decorating himself in luxurious garb and crowns of flowers and leaves. He smells like laurel and somehow also sunshine. No one knows how this is possible but he does.

Hermes: Beta. And nooo I'm not just saying that because he's my favourite and that's the dynamic I best identify with (>_>) He really is such a Beta though. I've a headcanon that Beta's love travelling and exploring and he's literally the God of that so y'know. He's also so quick thinking and witty: represented himself in a what was basically a godly court case where he was guilty of thievery and won when he was literally a baby. He's hardly ever submissive to anyone but he hardly ever uses aggression or physical force to get his way/get out of trouble. He smells like ripe strawberries and the metallic tinge of coins.

Dionysus: Beta. The eccentric, outgoing, party type Beta; wants to be surrounded by friends having a good time all the time. He smells like booze; in the morning it's a little off-putting, but in the evening its literally intoxicating. I imagine his mortal Maenads needing only his scent to drive them into a frenzy. Not the kind of Beta you'd expect to also have the Supportive Beta streak, but he absolutely does; he lives to support his friends and gives the kind of advice you don't realise is advice at first and later hits you like an epiphany, and it was exactly what you needed to hear.

Persephone: Beta. Difficult one, but I had to go with Beta because she strikes me as a very gentle, delicate goddess of spring that could easily have her classified as Omega, but in winter she's the no-nonsense, dominant queen of the underworld that could have her classified as an Alpha. Overall, I think this shows her adaptability, which is a very Beta trait. Also, she's not really as needy and dependent as an Omega traditionally is. Things might have happened to her beyond her control, but she very much took back control and has both Hades and Demeter wrapped around her little finger. Of course, she smells like pomegranates, and spring blossom.

Hades: Omega. I have such a soft spot for soft!Hades. But he's kind of the reverse of Artemis in that you would not think to look at him that he's an Omega, you'd assume he's an Alpha, especially considering his position as ruler of the underworld. But he's a softy at heart, and adores material possessions (which I consider a bit of an Omegan trait). He mopes all the way through spring and summer at the lack of Persephone's presence, cooped up in his nest the whole time until autumn rolls around and she comes back into his life. He has a very earthy scent.

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Hermaphrodite: All three! Thought I'd include Hermaphrodite because they flashed through my mind and I wondered what might be classified as intersex in a/b/o. Of course, that depends on how you hc biology for the dynamics but I thought what would perhaps make Hermaphrodite an outcast/outlier could be their body, scent, and instincts being a mix of all three dynamics.

thanks for the ask 💞