#totally not projecting no siree

[bigeloo]

Drags myself over drops this is this anything

[emotsper]

can someone actually confess already!!!!

[queermentaldisaster]

Soap, when he was younger, had a hard time deciding what he wanted for dinner. His ma would cook a bunch of food and Soap just couldn't choose anything. By the time he figured out what he wanted, the food was either cold or all gone, and he felt like a burden asking his ma to make more, so he'd just go hungry.

This continues into his adult life, and when he starts relying more on takeout on leaves, he often can't decide on something until his brain deems it 'too late' and he just goes hungry.

[cynical-librarian-watches-anime]

I’ve had enough of these motherfucking cults in these motherfucking governments.

[despazito]

Dunno if you've already seen it but there's a youtuber (Izzzyzzz) who just uploaded a video about puppy mills and questionable dog breeding practices. I'm not as much in that scene as you are, but i thought she raised a bunch of really important points. What do you think?

I really like izzzyzzz but unfortunately it's really not a great lesson in the topic imo

Same with the ethanisonline video on the topic, they don't actually make the distinction of what an exotic bully even is and what sets them apart from adjacent breeds, and use photos of american bullies and exotic bullies interchangeably. They kind of treat the bully breed group, apbts, american bullies, and exotic bullies all synonymously. I'm fairly certain they never said the name "exotic bully" even once.

Like, this is one of the clips they showed while talking about the dangers of brachycephaly and extreme conformation... This dog's proportions are totally fine..? If you mean pimpy pull up pictures of pimpy, why's this random dude catching strays.

I'm not really sure why they also brought up XL bully attacks if the topic of the video is extreme breeding of exotic bullies, they are completely separate breeding projects (also talks about XL fatalities in the UK without any of the kimbo line context, it really deserves its own full length video to properly discuss). They talk about american bullies being potentially dangerous (any dog can be potentially dangerous) when again the breed was intended to be a more docile companion dog than its predecessors.

On top of that they basically wonder out loud whether venomline dogs are being used for fighting?? sweaty those dogs are NOT made for fighting.

They push the adopt don't shop angle which, granted, if you're in the market for a bully or a pit in the united states you can definitely shop around tons of rescues. But i wish instead of this they used the angle of just how many litters per year some of these kennels are churning out in comparison to more devoted breeders who really put their all into setting up every litter for success. A good breeder isn't contributing to the shelter population. And i wish instead of just using the moral argument that it's weird to advertise your stud like a product, maybe talk about the tangible harms of the popular sire effect and everyone wanting to use the same few studs in their lines.

Overall I don't think the video was researched enough. It broadly generalizes and uses different types of bullies completely interchangeably, and tries to cover way too many topics spanning many different lines of dogs in a 20 minute video. there's other things that stood out to me but i'm not confident enough to discuss, i'm sure @pitbolshevik could do a way more thorough autopsy on this video than me lol.

[susiephone]

i just read "a good girl's guide to murder" (planning to watch the show soon!) and i really liked it but it is SO funny that the narrative tries to be like "oh pip was a good girl, total rule follower before the plot happened" when literally the first 2 things that happen on-page are

pip pinky promises that she won't contact either of the families involved in this murder case she's looking into, crosses her heart, knows that if she contacts either the victim or the alleged murderer's families, she'll fail her project, and she super duper swears she won't do that, no siree

she immediately on day one of her investigation goes to talk to the alleged murderer's brother

and then she commits MULTIPLE crimes during her investigation. she impersonates a professional journalist, commits breaking and entering, blackmails a drug dealer, pretends to delete the blackmail material, and then reveals to her partner she has it backed up in case she needs it again. like i loved pip as a character but....is the good girl in the room with us right now?

[bonefall]

Better Bones Profile: Houndleap

"The horrifying eldritch fallen angel likes ME best because I'm hot"

[ID: The Better Bones AU version of Houndleap from Warrior Cats. He is a black-and-white tom with ginger flecks in his black parts, and a fluffy white tail tuft. His ears are burned away, and he has orange, swirly keloid scars. He also has a heart-shaped paw pad.]

Here by popular request! Holy MOLY you all jumped on the offhanded manwhore comment lmao.

Houndleap's a great example of cats who are in the Dark Forest for breaking non-violent commandments. The only thing he's killing is the gene pool, with his 6 known mates and the 16 kittens between them all. No, he wasn't in love with them all either, he just liked to play the game.

He is as close to the ideal Clan cat as one can get, and he knows it, and flaunts it. Tri-colored with beautiful ginger flecks, he fell victim to a terrible moor fire and came out with severe burns. His surviving was already a great mark of strength, but then he became even luckier when his shiny scars raised, and slightly spread from the initial injury.

Clan cats didn't have a word for keloids, they only knew it was gorgeous. As if StarClan had given him a scar that dances and shimmers.

Houndleap "abused" this gift, seeing as many cats as possible and cheating on his 'official' mate back home. In the modern era, he might have just been a very popular Honor Sire, but this was before the Queen's Rights and the Aftergathering. He was eventually caught, and after his death, he was banished to the Dark Forest for violating the Law of Loyalty on more than 5 counts.

Yes. More than 5 counts. StarClan was able to see that he had even more than 5 halfclan mates (and they're not even counting the wife he cheated on) but only 5 got pregnant.

Alignment: Dark Forest, ex-WindClan

Time Period: Skyfall Era

Relations: Too fucking many

Houndleap's addition to the Dark Forest is Lover's Beck, a twisted, romantic version of a spot in the Gorge where he used to meet with his secret lovers. It's his worst memory because he planned poorly and two of them showed up at the same time and that's how he got caught.

More trivia below!

Canon said he's solid-colored and I said no. Pretty boy.

There are several minor features in his design that will be seen in modern family lines. I won't point them out but there's 3 total (so far.)

I decided to use him as an example of nearly ideal beauty standards in BB, since I famously overhauled them from canon. He is brightly colored with complicated patterns, slightly chunky, and has a HUGE scar on the face.

Personality is slut. He just wants to flirt, man. Theme song is Mambo #5 he's just like that.

He works with Tigerstar in OotS mostly because it's not like there's anything better to do. Plus some of the trainees are hot, "hellooooo Ratscar"

When Antpelt dies, Houndleap is one of the cats who needs the most convincing to come back into the alliance. It's one thing when it's funny haha Attack And Dethrone God or whatever, but PERMAdeath??

Thankfully, Hawkfrost is a fantastic diplomat.

Generally, Houndleap is motivated by whatever's fun. He was one of the first to fall in line under Ashfur and will do basically anything if he's bored.

"We're teaching people how to kill? sure lmao. Oh we're attacking the living? Ok cool. Guard the prisoners? Not like I had plans anyway. Anyway wanna get evil dinner later, handsome <3 ?"

Likes drama, tea, stories, games, anything that brings him a little excitement really.

He can usually be counted on to join whatever silly project the group's up to this time, like catching Shrewpaw's Pheasant.

I cannot stress enough how much of a normal Crummy Dude he is. He's just some standard jerkwad guy. The Dark Forest in Better Bones contains several people like him, who might be sleazeballs or jackasses, but we would generally agree don't deserve Hell.

When canon comes up with a Houndleap backstory, I'll consider what to do with it. But for now we only know that Hound came from WindClan, which I've included.

[crownedinmarigolds]

For the lovely married besties noa and nyth game 4, 9, 17, 20, 28!

Ahh for the baby gorl and boi! <3 Thank you! As @thesixthplaneteer is Nyth's creator, he will also be answering here!

4. What generation are they? - Noa is 9th generation! - Nyth is a thinblood by blood quirk or possible experimentation by his sire. He unfortunately never got an answer for that. So if he came out how he was supposed to, he would be 11th gen. 9. Do they have a Childer? - Noa has no Childe of her own and doesn't exactly plan to. She loves to take in strays, as the family may say behind her back, and nurture them as her own but she isn't really interested in motherhood or siring at this time. - He does not. He wanted one at one point but has come to realize he would be a bad Vampy Daddy. He would totally project his issues and insecurities onto a childe. 17. What are their thoughts on the Camarilla? - Noa's first meet with the Camarilla in Las Vegas told her that they were structurally weak and constantly building on a sinking foundation - they're just lucky enough to be fast enough at building to remain afloat. While a lot of their rules feel like good enough common sense, there's a lot of bloat and bureaucracy that slow things down. Their treatment of outside the Camarilla clans also annoy her - especially after they decided to mark her best friend Nyth. It does amuse her that her clan has a treaty with a Camarilla, a testament to the power of her family. - He thinks the Camarilla are doing things pretty close to right. A structure to support kindred as a whole and an organized effort. For all its faults it at least has the power to do the things it claims to do and with the SI running amuck kindred need a rigid structure to survive. In his opinion at least. 20. What are their thoughts on the Anarchs? - The Anarchs annoy her in a different way than the Camarilla. The Camarilla attempt a structure and have twisted it to try and benefit a thousand different nobodies. The Anarch are thousands of nobodies trying to reject a structure they inevitably rebuild for themselves time and time again. The Reno Anarchs were always arguing, couldn't work things out, and constantly mistreated both her and her beloved Nyth for truly nothing other than the clans they were Embraced into. At least the Camarilla have some dignity when dealing with the Giovanni, but the Anarchs were ready to riot without even knowing her name. - He views Anarchs as deluded. The cries of freedom while they are at the whims of the baron and other kindred since there is no established structure or protections. It's like a group of people screaming to tear down the establishment but not offering anything to actually replace it or make it better. 28. Where do they live now as a kindred? - Nyth and Noa live happily as a "for tax reasons" married couple with their found family coterie in New Orleans, LA as they help out the family with the local Samedi and attempting to smooth some things over. They do a lot of work for the Giovanni part of the newly formed Hecata clan and travel often together! - His home is in New Orleans, in a modest mansion with his Beastie/Wife for Tax Reasons Noa and their little found family of a coterie. He keeps himself busy by handling his own version of the circulatory system for the family.

[inmyhorrorsera]

S5E8 "The Roast" thoughts:

Ok, I watched this episode three times and I'm still smiling. I love when you think and episode is gonna be about something because of its title and then surprise you when its all a misdirection (see also: Succession's "Connor's Wedding").

At first Laszlo's err… state intrigued me, love everyone projecting and imposing their own insecurities (Guillermo's secret, Nadja's hex) as a reason on why he is behaving like that. And of course it's a stupid reason 😭.

"And a flat pepsi for Guillermo". Oh Nandor, that's the worst thing you ever done to Guillermo, that's the worst thing you could do to anyone. And yes, I remember a certain S4 episode.

I screeched like a bird when Colin mentioned dreaming about being a baby under Laszlo's care, not only because I wanted this shit to happen since the past finale, but also I really thought the episode was going on that direction (and also bc its another W for my predictions).

Having said that, LOVED the nonchalance of Nadja and the others when they were like 'no, it wasn't a dream, that totally happened'.

I mentioned it in a separate post: they really had a Sweet Dee in IASIP moment when The Guide gave the roast idea, only to be ignored and then the same idea being stolen by a dude who is celebrated.

Seanie's poor brain it should be soup at this point, we don't know if he can hazily remember the event like it happened before.

What can I remember is his line after Nadja's roast because it was one of the biggest laughs for me: "Women CAN be funny!" I fucking loved it so much, it's the perfect condescending shit straight men say all the time, even when they're trying to be complementary to you they can't stop being garbage. It was a simple line but Anthony nailed the delivery and timing. Seriously, rewatch that part.

At first I was confused why all the jokes were so mid, but shortly I realized this episode wasn't about the roast at all, lol.

Just by watching screenshots of other users I noticed that in the scene of Nandor resting his head on Guillermo's shoulder there's a BIG flame between them. LMAO. There's no way that is unintentional.

Good for The Guide being the catalyst of Baron Afanas learning the truth. I was demanding more screen time for her lately, so having some incidence in the main plot goes on the plus column.

The other guests present at the roast being shocked at the knowledge of Guillermo killing vampires surprised me; I always assumed Guillermo being a familiar/slayer was a known fact in the vampire community after his very public massacre at the Théâtre des Vampires.

Fuck yeah when I realized this is a Doug Jones spotlight episode, I just fuckin ahgdjkaksdf, love him, perfect, no notes.

The Baron being terrifying!! Guillermo was seriously scared for the others and he barely tried to show off his Van Helsing abilities.

Nandor and Nadja begging the Baron to not hurt Guillermo!! 😭 Them being dragged while grabbing the cape!! 😭 They're spiritual siblings to me!! 😭😭

They really reminded me a little bro and sis begging their mom to not hit their beloved older brother with the chancla for talking back or something.

I fell for the two fake-outs with the sack lol I'm so gullible when it comes to vampires I guess.

NANDOR PAINFUL SOUNDS (MOANS???) WHEN HE BELIEVED HE WAS IN FRONT OF GUILLERMO'S INERT BODY. IT WAS SAD BUT ALSO A LITTLE HORNY!!!

"At least he died doing what he loved: beating off in the toolshed."

A wonderful small detail: After Laszlo opened fake Guillermo with the knife he cleaned his hands on The Guide's dress.

Idc if you think its dark, the whole 'Nandor will kill you and then kill himself' bit becoming a recurring joke it's peak writing.

I wish I can say something more serious about Baron Afanas' sadness over how boring his life is now. But I just keep thinking that the way he talks about his homelife with The Sire and the Hellhound sounds exactly when a dude has a middle life crisis and suddenly he doesn't enjoy his marriage anymore. They're husbands!! And I loved how cunty he looked at the end all half-charred (see posted gif) Queen!

Now, the Nandermo of it all: What more can I say than incoherent screaming and foaming from the mouth? Episodes 8 are all about them again!! Nandor on the window looking all cliched melancholic heroine of a romance novel?? How relieved he was when he found him in the coffin??? Him still remembering Guillermo's card word for word???!! Knowing that this toxic dark sided devotion goes both ways???!!! Borrowing the words of Fleabag: THIS IS A LOVE STORY.

Seriously, I know all these soft Nandor moments are here so the heartbreak when he learns about Guillermo being turned it's even bigger. But still denying that there is a romantic undertone between these two it's just being purposely adamant at this point (i'm looking at you wwdits reddit). Even if nothing explicitly romantic happens on screen, just by watching these moments, I know, we know.

Now, go listen to the ending song again. You will not regret it.

[pattons-second-cookie-v2]

Relationship Map for The Blood That Binds- A Sanders Sides X Vampire the Masquerade AU

There's a title now!!! From now on, posts under this project be titled and tagged with The Blood That Binds.

2 weeks ago I posted a poll asking if people would like to see Character Profiles or a Relationship Map first. The results showed a majority rule for the Relationship Map, which I am sharing today! But! I will be uploading the Character Profiles as well some time between now and the publishing of Chapter 1 (which I do still plan to release on Halloween).

Anyway, I've rambled enough- HERE'S THE MAP

So I know this is an absolute mess to look at so let me further explain how it's set up. Each character has their own color (I am aware of the shade similarity between Patton/Logan and Roman/Thomas but I genuinely couldn't think what other colors to use). The symbols next to most characters are their Clan Symbol- which I will further explain in the Character Profiles.

Characters connected by solid lines have interacted directly at least once. Characters connected by arrows have not interacted, but will interact in the beginnings of the tale. Below the cut, I've included some further explanations of the relationships.

Patton and Virgil

This is the dynamic that made me want to write this story in the first place. In this AU, Patton is Virgil's biological father. Through a misfortune that will be explained later on, Patton became a vampire when Virgil was still a baby (late 90s). Virgil grew up in the city believing his father to have passed away, all while Patton has been silently observing him from the shadows. At the time where our story takes place, Virgil has returned to the city after a little over 6 years away. And Patton is going to have a totally normal and rational reaction to seeing his son again.

Roman and Thomas

I knew I wanted to toy around with the supernatural power dynamic of a Sire Bond. And I knew I wanted Thomas specifically to be someone's Sire. In the context of the story, Roman was once Thomas' love, and was given the gift of immortality as a means to stay together forever. Thomas himself was still quite new to vampirism, and he quickly grew to regret making Roman. In the modern day, Roman is more like a lackey to Thomas. Following his beck and call in hopes of earning his favor once again. It has been over 70 years, and still Roman very much has the desperate hero vibes about him.

Roman and Virgil

Roman has spotted Virgil, and where the story picks up, he's beginning to close in. The only issue is he can't decide what exactly he'll do once he gets close to Virgil. He could make him a mindless Blood Slave. He could string him out as a forlorn lover. He could recruit him to his vampiric faction, as either a Bonded Ghoul or a fledgling vampire. His decision will drastically reform the dynamics of all those around him. But he's a little too lovestruck to realize the potential damage he could cause.

Logan and Patton

A healthy relationship?? In my toxic vampire romance? Yes, actually. Logan found Patton as a terrified fledgling who'd been abandoned by his Sire. Having roughly two decades of vampiric knowledge to rely on, Logan was quick to lend his talents to guide Patton. It became rather apparent that Patton did not take well to vampirism, and Logan's levelheadedness eased him into his new existence. In the modern nights, the two are inseparable. This is mostly at Patton's request, as he begins to grow paranoid in Logan's absence.

Janus and Remus

Janus is power-hungry and Remus is easily controlled. Janus has a few years of seniority over Remus, which he is quick to remind him of. Remus is also the only character who is beginning the story already Blood Bound. He has been Janus' thrall for since the 80s, and after spending over 30 years unbound, he just feels grateful to be noticed. He thinks being close to Janus gets him closer to Roman gets him closer to the command and power he truly craves. He views his Bond as a necessary evil. Janus views it as a means of controlling a scary guard dog.

Janus and Thomas

These two are both members of the Inner Circle, a sort of Sect within the Sect of the Camarilla. Those in the Inner Circle often interact directly with the Prince of the city (or whoever is in command) as well as following out any jurisdiction placed by the Prince. Janus and Thomas entered the Camarilla at roughly the same time, as well as being welcomed to the Inner Circle during the same night of Elysium. Their specific roles within the inner circle will be explained later.

Janus has always viewed Thomas as a potential adversary, believing that their power and influence combined could be immensely beneficial to the Camarilla. Thomas, on the other hand, is extremely jealous of Janus. He believes that their parallel rise to power is building up to an ultimate showdown where one of them will be forced to overtake the other. And he does not intend for Janus to have the advantage.

Remus and Logan

Remus has a 20 year advantage on Logan. At the time of their meeting, they were both strays who were not bound to any vampiric Sect. Remus viewed Logan as a fellow outcast, someone with skill and poise that could prove a useful asset in his major goals. Logan viewed himself as superior to Remus, believing his pragmatic approach to vampirism made him more appealing. They had a messy breakup, to put it lightly, and neither of them have made any attempt to reconnect.

Roman and Remus

These two are still canonically twin brothers. There's a lot to explain, which I will cover in better detail in each of their Character Profiles. But to summarize here: Roman became a vampire first, and has believed Remus to have passed away after being deployed during WWII. However, Remus did return home after the war, and had heard whispers of his brother joining a "secret society". Efforts to find Roman ultimately lead to Remus becoming a vampire himself. Rather than wallow over what had become his fate, Remus has instead spent the last few decades working to use his abilities as a means of finding Roman and taking all that he is.

Characters who have NOT interacted together!

Patton and Roman

Logan and Roman

Logan and Janus

Janus and Patton

Janus and Roman

Remus and Patton

Remus and Thomas

Logan and Thomas

Virgil and EVERYBODY

I believe that covers everything for now. My goal is to have a Character Profile posted every Friday between now and Halloween, and then posting Chapter One on Halloween as a way to enjoy the spooky evening. As always, if you wish to be tagged in this project, reply on this post or send me a DM.

Tag List: @sethlost @thearomanticsnake

Above board for a moment, I do want to thank everyone who has been encouraging this story. It's been a long while since I've written any major works, and I'm really excited to be worldbuilding again. So just- thanks for the kind words and the sharing and the support. Its really means a lot <3

-🍪

[osatokun]

New Orleans chronicle [long post]

Post for the people who comes in my blog and wondering who are the characters I constantly draw (and will go on drawing).

All of them - PC and NPCS from the Vampire the Masquerade games I play. Most of them from the longest game I had with friends, with its ups and downs the game lasted almost 2 years. here is the main player crew:

Charles Arthur Drinkwater (real name Benjamin Thomas Fox) -242 years old Scottish Malkavian, personal little mew mew of the local Harpy, surgeon since he was 20, and consultant in the weirdest occult questions. I played him, he was my first serious male character and it was very interesting experience. Dakota Salmon (real name Numpai) - 200 something something (230? 240?) years old Gangrel. She was primogen of the local Gangrels until the entire clan was exiled from the city. Highly respected by the clan, strong woman with cold logic and warm heart. She came back to the New Orleans in hopes to return gangrels their place in the city. She was played by @fj0rge Veronica Sugar (real name Veronica ) - a 100 something something years old Toreador, part of the coterie Charlie is in. A singer and vampire with the most high rating of humanity in the city. Crazy enough to get into Charlie's adventures and support him. She was played by @maria-ruta

Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. Plus our DM added just about every splat in the game. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin. Some of the names were taken form the New Orleans by Night book, but the characters are totally different. The game was set in 2022. From the foundation of the New Orleans it was ruled by Etienne Doran, Ventrue who always dreamed of making New Orleans the new Carthage. He drove the mages away from the city, united with local werewolves and in generally kept piece New Orleans (most of the time). However he was murdered in 1997 by unknown Gangrel, the entire clan was exiled, but no one ever found the assassin.

(here is Etienne and his sheriff and Brujah primogen Simon)

Since then New Orleans was ruled by princess Marceline, supported by local harpy, adopted Etienne's childe, Rene. Rene is also one of the reason Charlie traveled to the New Orleans. They did their best, but no one had the charm of Etienne, who could stop the war with a single smile

Now, to the main plot of the game (oh I'll try to be short) The main conflict is set around the prophecies of the future where masquerade will fall and the vampires (and werewolves) become part of the human society. Think True Blood style. Technocratic union mages,led by Eureka Jones returns in the city. As we learned much later,her department is trying to bring the project of integrating vampires into society to life. If her project fails, the future of vampires going to be..very sad. Charlie knew about this possible future from the very start which scared him a ton, but he could not ignore how much technocrats made to the people. And Rene, a true son of his sire, collaborated with mages for the future that he(and Etienne) always wanted. Eureka is magnificent but I have to finish her still..

In the same time, the Sabbat pack lead by Sascha Vykos, comes to the New Orleans. He knows about the future of vampires, but wants to play the main role himself. To ruin Technocrats he aims to find Traitor, the mysterious figure who collaborate with mages in their experiments. Dakota returns to the city to help fight with Sabbat (and possibly return Gangrels their place in the city) AND (like Sabbat war is not enough) the mysterious Gangrel courier named Mohammed arrives to the city, carrying a small suitcase. With the ancient vampire head in it. Living head. As we learned later, the head is imprisoned by the angel Gangrel named Enkidu, the angel constantly chops Gangrel's head somewhere in umbra, not letting him to heal. Both Enkidu and Angel leads courier to the unknown destination, when one courier dies, the other is chosen to continue his journey. The existence of the head was kept in secret until the end of the game (not surprising Charlie knew this secret tho..),but Sascha knew about it and wanted to get the head to help him find the Traitor.(and, well, diablerise later as a treat) Mohammed and Dakota (he quickly grew on her and they kept their loving relationships even after the game ended)

Long story short-the Traitor was Ada, Gangrel who killed and diablerised Etienne. Their souls willingly united and the developed a plan to bring new future to the vampires. In the end, Vykos pack was slain by Dakota, Ada, werewolf leader(poor lad died), Gangrels and one particularly charming Nosferatu. Gangrels was allowed to get back in the city, however Dakota and Mohammed (and Yaropolk) left to Russia, as they were sick of Camarilia and mages. However no one can deny that Gangrels led by Dakota played the biggest part in saving the city. What's Charlie's role you might ask? And where is his charming wife? Well, from the very beginning DM hooked me with a dream. Charlie saw a changeling in his nightmares, who asked him for help. And so, his personal storyline began. Of course he assisted other characters when he could, but his mine line is based around saving changeling. No one cares about them. They have no place in Technocrat's future, but now they are his family. He tried to find and then heal the changeling from his dream, who turned out to be young Balor princess, Monica. Her soul was stolen by the Settite leader(one of the two),mysterious Imhotep, who rumored to be Giovanni. Later Charlie learned that he's an actual mummy, which didn't stop him to awkwardly mess with the ancient creature. And poor Monica was in coma for the last 3 years, but thanks to her ability to travel through dreams she could try to seek help

While looking for changelings to find the one who called him, he met Glinda, the cursed Balor ex queen, imprisoned by other changeling house, Beaumayn in 1999th. Her changeling self fell asleep and she was guarded by a chimerical Dragon (who could take human form ),who acted like her abusive husband. While trying to learn who Glinda is, Charlie looked into her soul and immediately fell in love for the rest of his life. During the game they even ended up getting True Love merit Q_Q

A little backstory: as a teenage changeling queen Glinda saw the prophetic dreams about the end of the changelings. When she looked for the way to save her people, he was talked by Pentex and Nephandi into bringing a little apocalypse. Using the energy of the Red Star they'd bring a strong old spirit into the world, put it into Glinda's body and let her give birth to a new changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy the half of human population. Since Changelings get their powers from the dreams and fantasy, they will become stronger, because people will start dreaming more, hoping more, believing in magic and stuff. In fact a naive teen was talked into rape. The other house, Beumayn, freed Glinda's chimera, the Dragon, and burnt her in the chimerical flame, trying to kill her changeling soul and the spirit inside her. However, the spirit escaped to the Umbra and the connection with him helped Glinda survive. He forgot who she was, and the Dragon became her jailer, acting like her over controlling husband. However, the spirit creature lived and gained power with time, wanting to fulfill it's purpose and destroy the world.

During the game, Charlie found Monica, traveled into Umbra to the gates of Arcadia to get the healing for changelings and another Imhotep's victim. Healed them all, fought the Dragon on the Changeling court and freed a demon named Folly. With the help of the demon he turned Dragon into a simple human and won, freeing Glinda. The demon escaped in Europe and was out of the scene most of the time, but kept reminding Charlie about himself in many ways. Charlie learned that Monica's father was killed by her own mother, Imhotep's cultist, and adopted young Changeling. He also introduced her to a werewolf of the same age, Joshua, wanting her to have day-walking loyal friends wo she won't be alone. Later on they started dating, and in return Monica tried her best to represent Charlie to Gilnda in the best way possible. Glinda, Charlie and Monica quickly started to live together, Charlie tried to keep peaceful relationships between changelings and vampires/mages (or better say not making it worse).In the end, mages, vampires and Glinda united to destroy the old spirit without harming changeling. And Charlie, Glinda and their newly created chimera Jeff (who they consider to be their son) located Imhotep. Stole his power jars (I'm too tired to phrase it not in a silly way, but think of Baldur's Gate 3 quest with a mummy), destroyed most of them and watched Imhotep's army of ghosts destroying his body. Charlie offered the fame for killing Imhotep to another Settite leader, Manon, and in return she joined the ritual of the spirit's killing. Charlie knew that mummies are immortal, sooner or later he will come back, so he and Glinda dedicated their lives to the searching of the way to permanently trap Imhotep's soul and prevent him from stealing lives again. They lived +/- 6 more years in New Orleans (but traveled a lot), and then left to Egypt. Glinda stopped aging, gaining a lot of energy from their constant adventures and, possibly, connection with her true love. Monica, however, lived normal human life, forgetting she was a changeling once. She married Joshua and became a writer under the nickname Little Spider. Charlie made sure to collect savings for her, got her home, and the old Monica's home became a freehold for the new Balors. Ofcourse A LOT things happened in the game. And Charlie's story goes beyond one game, he have a lot of adventures in my imagination. But I hope that's enough..for the start! Some of the characters I managed to draw. I was so charmed by Glinda I just draw her most of the time haha

Dragon (Gregory Dequir) and Imhotep

Jeffrey

More finished arts for this game -> here Gangrel line up by @fj0rge -> here Nosferatu line up by @fj0rge -> here Veronica's references by @maria-ruta -> here and here and more Veronica here

More characters drawing by Ruta -> Jake(brujah) Jack(Gangrel) (Veronica has a J boyfriend collection) and silly guys Sad Charlie and Veronica comics by Ruta -> here

Thank you for reading!

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

no rest for the wicked

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Bowser, Kamek, Bowser Jr, Kammy Relationships: Bowser & Kamek, Bowser & Bowser Jr Tags: Angst, Family, Exhaustion

Summary: Bowser is very much used to Kamek grumbling under his breath about the amount of work he has to do, work that Bowser gives him more often than not. But Kamek always pulls through with good results, so Bowser never pays said complaining any mind. Maybe he should have been doing so, instead of taking Kamek’s efforts for granted. Word Count: 2,784 words

[AO3 Link]

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Kamek cut himself off with a weary sigh. “You’re not listening to me, are you.”

Walking next to him, Bowser smirked. “Nah, I got the gist!” He gestured to their surroundings, to the minions bustling to and fro carrying crates and supplies, setting up fire bars, pushing around statues. “Everything's on schedule, the plan’ll go off perfectly, Mario’s days are numbered, blah, blah, blah, right?”

“...you really should pay attention to what I say, sometimes.”

“Eh, but you’ve totally got everything under control.” Bowser waved a hand dismissively. “You’re my #1 minion, after all!”

Kamek stared at him — or through him, it almost seemed. “...right.”

“Hey, but speaking of,” Bowser said, leaning in close. “How’s that secret weapon comin’ along?”

“It’s progressing well,” Kamek replied after a moment. He shook his head as if to clear it, then continued. “Despite the...unreasonably rushed timetable, with any luck I’ll be able to have it ready well on time.”

Bowser pumped a fist in excitement. “See, I told you it’d be easy!” And Kamek had grumbled and complained under his breath so much when Bowser had put him in charge of developing it. Well, he’d put him in charge of finding the weapon at first, but apparently that had been completely impossible, no matter how he tried to order Kamek to do so, while creating it from scratch had been deemed near-impossible, instead. Hence the grousing about the difficulty or the tediousness or whatever — Bowser hadn't listened to any of it, because Kamek always had something negative to say about being assigned larger projects that were allegedly impossible, as if he didn't rise to the occasion every time to produce solid results. So surely the complaining was just some old man-ism or something.

“Yes, yes.” Kamek sounded distracted, his jaw flexing oddly.

But Bowser paid no mind to the lackluster response, busy picturing in his mind’s eye all the ways he could use his new weapon to crush Mario when it was finished. “And that chump won't even see it coming!” he crowed.

Behind him, Kamek mumbled something. It took a moment for Bowser to parse it as, “Don't count your chickens before they hatch, sire,” and Bowser scoffed, though he couldn't help the grin on his face about how on cue Kamek was, with a comment like that.

“Oh, come on, you know there’s no way I can lose, this time!” Bowser laughed, long and loud. “I’m the King, after all! And you’re the one making my secret weapon!”

“...”

Bowser frowned, slowing to a stop. This was supposed to be the part where Kamek chastised him for having a too big of a head. But the absence of such echoed throughout the room, as if the rest of the world had slowed to a stop, too. He turned around, and whatever was on the tip of his tongue in response to the silence died instantlyy, faced with Kamek lying on the floor in a heap.

Bowser’s first impulse was to make fun of Kamek for presumably tripping and falling on his own robes. But if that had been actually what had happened, then Kamek would have started in on the muttered cursing by now. He wasn't even moving. Was...he even...?

“H-hey...” Bowser crept closer to Kamek. Something moved in Bowser’s periphery, and Bowser found himself catching the gazes of a group of minions, staring back at him with a wide-eyed expression Bowser hoped wasn't a reflection of his own. “Are you people going to just stand there?!” he heard himself shout, and all at once half of everyone nearby sprang into action. The other half sprang into a panic, which was something Bowser should have probably been focused on abating but Kamek wasn't moving, and —

Amidst all the chaos of the moment, Bowser’s name was called. Bowser almost didn't hear it at first, but when the soldier that had called for him cut in front of his view of Kamek, Bowser’s attention snapped to him. Bowser screwed his face up to shout for him to get out of his way, but the soldier, determined to do the job his superior assigned to him no matter how much anger it brought, managed a, “King Boo has just arrived and is waiting for you, sir,” and fuck.

If it were literally anyone else, Bowser would blow off the upcoming meeting in a heartbeat in favor of watching over Kamek. But leaving King Boo hanging had consequences, and those consequences were annoying. Like “traumatizing everyone in the castle and straining their mental health resources and possibly putting his son at risk” annoying.

But the opportunity to damn the consequences and skip meeting King Boo anyway was snatched from him, by a lieutenant approaching him. Despite the clear apprehension in doing so, she informed Bowser that while he had been busy mulling over said opportunity, Kamek was halfway out the door to the medical wing. Bowser snapped his head up and around, but only caught the blue of Kamek’s hat on the white of the cloth stretcher as it turned the corner out of sight. Thus, at this point Bowser would more get in the way than anything, and the medical staff were just about some of the only people Bowser couldn't strong-arm into letting him do what he wanted, no matter all the power he’d try to pull for it. So he’ll forced to do nothing but wait. Without knowing what had happened to Kamek. And King Boo was still waiting regardless. Bowser ground his teeth.

“W-we’ll be sure to deliver updates as soon as we get any, sir,” the lieutenant said, an understanding in her gaze.

“...those updates better be quick.”

The lieutenant saluted crisply. “Sir, yes, sir.”

---

It was extremely rare, but Bowser really hated being King, sometimes.

And no time as much as this, rushing through a meeting with King Boo and probably acquiescing to too much during their negotiations in the process, and then stepping out after it and near-immediately getting pulled into seemingly a thousand other little yet important things that would be usually left to Kamek to take care of, but...yeah.

But finally, finally, he got word that Kamek had woken up, and that was enough to ditch whatever he’d been in the middle of to speed to the medical wing to see him. And when he turned the last corner —

“What the hell are you doing?”

On the other end of the hall, Kamek was leaning heavily against the wall. He raised his head. Even through the thick lenses of his glasses, Bowser could tell he wasn't all there. “...Going back to my office,” Kamek eventually replied, gaze fixed on a point in the middle distance just past Bowser’s elbow.

Bowser quirked a brow, striding up to him. “I don't think you’re gonna make it,” he said. “You look dead on your feet, old man.” This close, Bowser could see the dark, dark bags under Kamek’s eyes peeking out from beneath his glasses.

Kamek pushed himself off the wall, squaring his shoulders despite swaying as if the next stiff breeze would knock him over. “I’ve worked through worse.” He waved a hand in dismissal. “A strong coffee or two should do the trick.”

“Oh.” A beat. “Eh —? You’re working?”

“...Yes?” Kamek’s brows furrowed. “Your plans still need finishing, my Lord. Your secret weapon should still be ready in time.”

“I —” Bowser gaped at him. “You can't work!”

“Why not?”

“You literally passed out earlier!”

“...Minor inconvenience.” Kamek slumped back against the wall. “Won’t be too much of a delay.”

“...But you passed out!”

Through the haze of exhaustion, the irritation Bowser was used to began to peek through. “You’ve...already said that.”

They both stared at each other. Kamek pushed himself upright, almost falling over in the other direction before catching himself at the last minute. “If there’s nothing else,” he said, beginning to shuffle down the hall, “Then I’m leaving. I’ve” — he stifles a yawn — “I’ve got work to do.”

“Wait, hold on —” As Kamek passed him, Bowser reached out and grabbed him around the middle. “You can't work like this!”

“I have to!” Kamek tried to tug himself out of Bowser’s grip. He failed. “That’s the whole point of the plan!”

“Well, then...I’ll...I’ll come up with a different plan!”

“You?”

The retort was unusually cutting, and it took Bowser aback. “Well —! Whatever!” He sputtered, a wave of indignation flaring in his chest. “I’ll figure it out! But you're not working yourself to death on my watch!

“Don't be ridiculous.” Having given up on pulling himself out of Bowser’s hand, Kamek resorted to weakly banging on Bowser’s wrist, instead. “You’ve been going on about this for ages, and now you want to give it up? This is far too important to —”

“Screw important!” Bowser shook Kamek. “You were just laying there! I thought you —! You —!”

Kamek went quiet. “...sire, please,” he whispered, and Bowser abruptly realized that in his outburst his grip on Kamek had gotten a little too tight.

Bowser dropped Kamek as if burned. Kamek fell to the ground, gasping for air; he straightened his robe sleeve, fingers lingering on his arm as if to grasp it. He looked very small, uncomfortably so. Bowser felt very big, uncomfortably so.

The heavy silence broke when Bowser Junior poked his head out from the entrance of the medical wing. He frowned at Kamek. “You weren't supposed to leave, yet,” he accused.

Kamek glanced between him and Bowser. Bowser crossed his arms, wordlessly daring Kamek to try his stupid reasonings on Junior, too. Kamek sighed, defeated. “...Right. Apologies.”

Junior ran over to help Kamek stand. As he led Kamek back to the medical wing, Bowser trailing behind, a nurse ran out in a tizzy. “Oh, Lord Kamek!” they exclaimed upon seeing him, slumping minutely in relief. “A-and greetings, King Bowser, Lord Junior,” they continued, tensing right back up again under their reproachful stares. “Um.” They addressed Bowser, quaking in their shoes. “L-Lord Kamek is fine, he just needs rest. And he can go back to his rooms for that.”

“Whatever happened to doctor-patient confidentiality, huh?” Kamek scowled. The nurse flinched.

Despite his ire, Kamek was drooping where he stood, even braced against Junior. Junior could probably take all of Kamek’s body weight, Bowser thought, but nonetheless he found himself reflexively steadying him with a hand. Kamek stiffened, but slumped against his touch. Bowser let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

“Well, at least you don't have to stay in there,” Bowser muttered. Staying in medical sucked.

Kamek didn't respond; he’d gone still. Bowser reached down to poke him, and he heard light snoring. You’ve gotta be kidding; while still standing? Bowser didn't even know Kamek could do that!

Well, they were hardly going to get Kamek back to his quarters like this, so Bowser near-unceremoniously scooped him up to carry. Junior clambered onto Bowser’s shoulders, and off they went.

---

Junior pushed the door to Kamek’s bedroom open as quietly as he was able. Bowser came in after him, carefully placing Kamek onto his bed. Junior, face screwed in concentration, carefully removed Kamek’s glasses and put them on the side table. As he covered him in blankets, Bowser watched Kamek breathe in and out in sleep, a faint frown on both their faces. He swirled around in spiraling thoughts until the sound of the door opening and closing again snapped him back to himself. Junior had left the room, and, curious, Bowser followed him, being led all the way to Kamek’s lab, where Junior was looking around the room with a purpose about him.

“What’re ya doin’, bud?”

Junior hummed. “I need” — he opened half the drawers of Kamek’s desk — “this!”

Junior held up a notebook, full of sticky notes lining the sides. The cover was old and worn, but the writing on it was clearly Kamek’s.

“I really don't think Kamek should be working right now...”

Junior levelled him with a blank stare. “He’s just gonna come get it, anyway.”

Hm. Well. The old man was evidently more stubborn than Bowser realized, so he supposed Junior had a point. He wasn't about to tell him that, though.

Regardless, Junior wasn't done with his search, turning his attention to the nearby bookshelves. He stared thoughtfully up at them, and Bowser was suddenly struck with a vision of the bookshelves toppling over because his son decided to try climbing them.

“You need some of those?” Bowser hurried to ask.

Junior nodded, pointing at one of the books. “The yellow one about tran...transmog-er-ation. Please,” he added, very belatedly.

Bowser spotted it easily, just barely within reach. “Trans-morgan-ratio, huh?” he repeated amusedly. “I didn't know you were into this stuff.”

“‘M not,” Junior said. He paused. “Pops’s been reading that one to me so I fall asleep,” he quietly admitted.

Bowser frowned. When was Kamek doing that? Bowser’s been the one putting Junior to bed recently, and Junior’s long since self-proclaimed himself too old for bedtime stories...? The answer hit Bowser all at once, and his face fell further.

“You know you can wake me,” Bowser said, because while he knew Junior’s been having nightmares by the way he’d been waking up with the kid curled in his arms in the morning recently, he hadn’t realized that Junior had been waking up even earlier than when he’d feel him crawling into his bed.

“I know, but Pops is already awake, anyway.”

“Already awake?”

“Mhm. In here, working!” Junior grinned. “He must really want everything to be perfect.”

Bowser looked around the room, at the discarded throw blanket on the couch, the empty coffee mugs crowding the desk, the loose paper scattered on the surrounding floor. Something sour curled in Bowser’s gut. “Yeah...”

As Bowser followed Junior out of Kamek’s lab, an errant thought occurred to him. “D’you think the old man’s eaten?” he asked the hallway.

Junior shrugged. “I haven’t seen him eating.”

Of course not. Bowser bit back a sigh. “How about this.” Bowser gets on a knee to address Junior on his level. “I can take Kamek his stuff”— he held out a hand for the notebook Junior was still holding — “and you can go to the chefs and tell them to whip up something special for when he wakes up. For him, not for you,” he added at Junior’s dawning delight at being able to freely choose dinner.

“Daaaad,” Junior whined.

The speed at which Bowser cracked was honestly kind of impressive. “Alright,” he said, mock-resigned with a smile wobbling on his face. “Maybe something special for you, too.”

“Yes!” Junior pumped a fist in excitement. He passed Bowser Kamek’s notebook. “You’d better be careful with this,” he warned.

“I will, I will.” Bowser chuckled, tucking the notebook alongside the book under his arm.

With that, Junior went to perform his task. Bowser turned the other way to walk back to Kamek’s rooms. Along the way, he ran into Kammy, who took one look at his face and what he was carrying and huffed. “So it finally happened, didn't it? Ugh, Kamek’s such an idiot.”

“Hey,” Bowser protested, though he wasn't sure at first what exactly he was protesting.

Kammy rolled her eyes. “It was only a matter of time. He’s a damn people pleaser with no sense of setting boundaries.” She clicked her tongue. “At least I don't have to mind him, this time.”

Bowser stood at a loss for words. In the meantime, Kammy wiped the irritation from her face, replacing it with a slynness. “Never mind that, though. Since Kamek’s out of commission, I can take over his project if you still need it done,” she said sweetly, practically fluttering her eyelashes at him.

“...I’m going to run that by the old man first,” Bowser decided. “Tell therest of the troops to put the other preparations on pause for now.”

Kammy looked disappointed, but she nodded, said, “Yes, King Bowser,” and parted from him.

Bowser returned to Kamek’s bedroom, where Kamek was still fast asleep. He put the books down on the nearby desk and frowned down at him. This time, Kammy had said. I've worked through worse, Kamek had said. All under Bowser’s nose, apparently. For a secret weapon for a half-cocked plan.

...a half-cocked plan whose appeal was very quickly wearing thin.

Bowser re-gathered the books in his arm. He took one last look at Kamek, reaching out as if to put a hand on his shoulder. Kamek looked tiny under the shadow of it. Bowser hesitated. He pulled his hand back. He turned away, leaving as quietly as he could.

He’ll come up with a different plan.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Hi Asmi!

As one of Crowley’s biggest simps, I would like your professional opinion. I’m working on a fic atm you see, and an idea was beamed into my head… despite what he may think personally (pride or otherwise), do you think Crowley singing along to a song would sound ethereal to humans?

thanks in advance ❤️

Professional Crowley Simp? I'VE WON AT LIFE WAHOO!

Okay. So. Hear me out. Bentley through the dread sigil Odegra style. You know how Crowley believes things and so they just sort of. Are. Well, I think Crowley is convinced the humans find her singing along to a song ethereal. And so they actually do.

Aziraphale is very confused the first time he encounters this, but then he figures that hey, well, maybe they just find Crowley ethereal to be around (totally not projection no siree).

Whaddya think?

[queermentaldisaster]

What about him constantly fucking up so he feels like he deserves the pain?

What about him constantly forgetting to eat, and when he does remember, he just doesn't eat?

What about him forgetting to shower for months on end?

What about him constantly putting himself down?

What about him being the most self destructive person and choosing not to make an effort to get better because he feels like he deserves it?

Soap with horrible self destructive habits, and he knows they're self destructive, he just can't fall out of the cycle. *Hit send*

[imagineitdearies]

I am so curious about what is going through Cazador mind when the subject is Tyrus, cause wtf.

My theory is that friend his old master killed and then impaled Cazador for 11 years

Like, he's living viciously through Tyrus the fantasy that ok,maybe his friend wasn't able to rescue him,but he is alive and support him in this hell making everything a little bit better.But this projection is on a subconscious level.

For a moment due to the interactions with Amanita I thought hmmm Tyrus would be the perfect heir, obedient as fuck and not rebellious,and like he is the most like the other spawn that behaves like the family role that was imposed on him if you understand me? He behaves like a son.But again,Tyrus was made to be consumed.

And what is this family talk? Why is he so insistent on that..To be honest it's totally impractical, in the game until the last moments he was insistent on saying that he and the seven spawns are family , as if two seconds ago he wasn't saying that Astarion was made to be consumed, but ok,and it's not like when he lied saying that the seven would gain ascension out of pure cruelty, it's purely impractical no one believes they are family, there is no psychological horror on their part of torturing a sibling.

I think the motive that Cazador is so adamant of the family business is conected to why he transformed amanita and the way he treats Tyrus, anyway RIP Cazador you would have loved Freud.

But again I am probally wrong as fuck.

~Regarding my fic Perfect Slaughter (Astarion x Tav, Astarion backstory-centric)~

Hi anon!! Thanks so much for this question. Cazador had two very objective, practical reasons for turning Tyrus. One, as we know, was for Tyrus's promising necromantic talents. The second will get revealed at the end of part two!

But he also had a third, more....nebulous reason, and I think your conjecture is right on track. In my opinion, Cazador likes to see himself as a very caring, long-suffering, reasonable master. In comparison to his sire, Cazador would say he is benevolent and merciful. And in my fic at least, Vellioth was confirmed by Amanita as a relative of Cazador's, so his obsession with 'family' and enforcing the idea on his spawn (in a twisted, sick way) stems from his resentment of his actual family treating him so terribly. He's replaying his own trauma to some extent, except 'improving' upon it and being the one with all the power this time. I agree that there's some contradiction to calling his spawn family but also saying they are a consumable means to an end--but honestly I love that Cazador contradicts himself there. It shows just how fucked up his perception of what family is has become. Everything becomes about power and control to an abuser.

The Szarrs seem to turn at least one family member into a vampire per generation (see Amanita's journal about her family rites), so Cazador turning Amanita is the usual order of business. But turning her so young? I think this says a few things: 1) though he upheld family tradition, Cazador still had to have a little extra power over his 'heir,' 2) he found every other option from his family line too threatening, 3) on some level, he is attached to the idea of 'fatherhood' and influencing those he has power over, not just controlling them. Not that Amanita has turned out to be that easy to influence anyway 😂

Cazador's feelings about Tyrus are nearly as complicated as they are about Astarion. Tyrus potentially being the 'perfect son' for him is not far off--he's incredibly useful (no matter how Cazador downplays it) and outwardly respectful, he's thoughtful and careful besides being beautiful and young as all Cazador's spawn need to be. Tyrus's only flaw thus far is his weakness for Astarion, which....Cazador can relate to, let's be real lol. And as Tyrus has realized in the recent chapter, Cazador can now use their growing bond to better rein in Astarion and motivate Tyrus to work even harder for him. Unlike Vellioth, Cazador believes love can be useful. I think he'll forever resent his master for killing that friend, you're right, so he's always trying to toe that line: give just the right amount and type of fear and pain into his spawn so that they're easy to control, but not enough to make them angry and dangerous like he became.

Cazador would have felt VERY called out by Freud 😂

Thank you for this lovely ask, it was wonderful to write out these thoughts that have been mostly just bouncing around in my skull as I write Cazador in PS! In chapter 16, we'll get a little peek into Cazador's thoughts and motivations too, so watch out for that!

Happy holidays everyone 🥰🥰

[arc-misadventures]

Jaune FMK velvet, blake, fiona

Jaune: MFK III

Jaune: Okay… I have to ask this before we get started…

Velvet: Ask what?

Blake: This should be good.

Fiona: W-What is he going to do?

Jaune: How about… How about a faunas… A faunas harem…?

BVF: …

Fiona: Dibs!

BV: Di…?!

Blake: Shit!

Velvet: Dammit!

Jaune: Uhh…? Am I… Am I missing something?

Blake: Fiona claimed the head of the Harem.

Jaune: Wait? We’re actually doing it?!

BVF: Yes.

Jaune: Oh… Awesome! But, uhh… Why, and how is, Fiona the head? I thought you had to fight to be the head, or something. It seriously can’t be decided on a, ‘dibs’ system, right?

Blake: Oh there will be a battle for the head. In the bedroom~!

Velvet: Oh, am I looking forward to that~!

Fiona: But, until then I am the head, or the Queen of your harem. Master~!

Jaune: M-M-M-Master?!

Blake: Yes, but for now, shall we play our little game now, Nayster~!

Jaune: Fuck that is hot… Ahem! So… Okay… First is, Kill. And, I mean no offence by any of this; it’s just a game.

Velvet: Don’t worry, Master. We will accept whatever choice you make.

Jaune: One of you is going to get it tonight at this rate… OKAY! So… I’m sorry but, I’m going to have to kill, Blake.

Blake: What?! Why, Nyaster why?!

Jaune: You’re doing this on purpose! Ahem! Okay… Well… Blake you are in a bit of a unstable place right now.

Blake: Unstable how?

Jaune: Well… You’re doing better, but you still going through some of that, Adam baggage. And, while I know you want to move on, but are you ready to move on?

Blake: Ah!

Blake: …

Blake: No… No, you’re right; I’m not ready for a relationship. I’m truing to do… to be better than I was. Better than I was before, Adam. But, I’m not ready yet. Thank you… Jaune. I will strive to become better than what I was, then what I am.

Jaune: Take all the time you need, Blake. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready.

Blake: I promise you won’t wait too long, Nyaster~! And, when we do, I would prefer a collar with a bell on it, and a short leash~!

Jaune: O-O-Oh…?! N-N-Noted!

Fiona: Are you going to get one of those too?

Velvet: If, Master commanded it I would happily do as he commands. But, I would prefer a very specific type of bunny tail~!

Fiona: Beg, pardon?!

Jaune: Okay… Next is, Fuck… Hmm in that case, I chose… Fiona. Yeah… F.F! Fuck Fiona!

Fiona: Eep?! Y-Y-Y-You’re gonna do what to me?!

Blake: Don’t you want to do that with him?

Fiona: I do! I-I-It’s just hearing him so boldly, and with such determination say he’s going to f-f-f-fuck me?! I-I-I-Is…?! EEP?!

Blake: Wow… Talk about bottom energy…

Velvet: Well, you won’t be, Queen for long.

Fiona: Shut it! I can totally be the, Queen!

Jaune: Can you~?

Fiona: Huw, whoa t-too close!

Jaune: How can you be a, Queen? Queen’s are meant to project power, and authority! But, you however… You may wear the mask of a queen, but I bet if I pinned you to the wall…

Fiona: W-W-Wall?!

Jaune: Grabbed your clothes, and ripped them to shreds leaving you bare for all the world to see…

Fiona: B-B-Bare…?!

Jaune: Dropped my pants, and took you right there on the spot. You would be begging me to breed you. Isn’t that right my little, Lamb~?

Fiona: B-B-B-B-B-BreeeeeeeeeeeeEEP?!!

(Thud!)

Jaune: Oh… Uhh… I think…?

BV: You went too far.

Jaune: Yeah, that. Lets get her on the couch, don’t want to leave her on the ground like that.

Velvet: That’s too much for a girl to handle on their first time. Well, for a girl like her that is; Feel free to do that to me whenever you desire to, Master~!

Blake: Me as well, Nyaster~!

Jaune: N-Noted… So, based on the results, I will marry, Velvet. If you’ll have that is, Velvet.

Velvet: I would be my honour to become your bride, Master. I look forward to siring many children from my superior human master~!

Jaune: Human what now?!

Blake: You have a human kink, Velvet? I would have never had guessed so.

Velvet: Only for, Jaune. And, besides, a little raceplay makes things all the more exciting~! Don’t you agree, Blake~?

Blake: I well… Uhh…?!

Jaune: Ahem! Lets… Lets leave such conversations for the bedroom shall we…?

Velvet: As you desire, Master. Oh! I can wait to introduce you to the rest if my family! My Mother, and sisters are going to love you!

Jaune: Oh, really? Well, I look forward to meeting your family too, Velvet.

Velvet: You’ll love them, Master! Although, I am curious…

Jaune: About what?

Velvet: Oh, just how many nieces, and nephews I’ll have after you meet them.

Jaune: Eh…?!

Velvet: Or, how many new siblings I may have as well! Oh, now I really can’t wait for you to meet my family, Master~!

Jaune: Beg pardon?!

Blake: Ohh! You should give me some new siblings after you meet my, Mother too, Nyaster!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay then… I guess…?