#unless it’s something from a discord of gods…??

[bookwyrminspiration]

okay question. for those who’ve read a chorus of dragons (I haven’t read a discord of gods yet, no spoilers please <3). what’s teraeth referencing when he says he “loved s’arric first” in that final confrontation scene of house of always? and when senera said in the footnotes he may have been waiting to fuck Kihrin for 4 or 500 years?

I’ve totally spaced whatever past life instances/relationships they’re referencing and I would like. to know what they’re talking about because I cannot figure it out </3

[ghoulphile]

i want this man to do gross, disrespectful, unspeakable, borderline illegal things to me

⭐ inbox | discord | ao3 ⭐ requests: temporarily closed | tag lists: open last updated | 6/6/24 notes | i'll update this post as i continue to write. fics will be 18+ unless stated otherwise ❤️ requests closed so i can catch up on the ones already submitted - will be opening up again soon!

🍒 sticky fingers the ghoul x reader one-shot | 18+

“Lil girls should know it’s rude ta steal.”

🍒 janey's dad cooper howard x reader two-shot, part one | 18+

“We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --”

🍒 run rabbit run the ghoul x reader drabble, request | 18+

the drabble thing HNNNGH think about coop calling you bunny from the start bc he clocked that you were always a down for it and you not getting it until he after you fuck for the first time

🍒 in the middle of the night the ghoul x reader drabble, request | 18+

Cooper watching you sleep. Its a quiet night. nothing but bugs passing by. Cooper keeps watching, and his mind wanders. cut to him "borrowing" your soft and smooth hand, pulling it from under your makeshift blanket and wrapping it on his dick, jacking himself with your hand bc he's bored/trying to pass the time/stay awake

🍒 wish you'd make me cry the ghoul x reader drabble, request | 18+

"You’re such a needy fucking brat." :3c

🍒 dog days pre-war cooper howard x reader fluff, request

I was wondering if you'd write something about maybe prewar/postwar (either one) cooper where his love is a bit sick (not life threateningly so ect) and he just takes good care of them

🍒 it's always the quiet ones pre-war cooper howard x reader drabble | 18+

We can see that Cooper tends to go for good girls but what if he ran into a seemingly innocent - or at the very least kind - person… but they dirty talk like a sinner in the sack?

🍒 no use cryin' over spilled milk the ghoul x reader one-shot | 18+

based off this ask; trying to survive topside after growing up in a vault is hard enough, but doing it five months pregnant? it's a good thing you find the ghoul when you do.

🍒 i can taste your skin in my teeth the ghoul x reader drabble request, wip | 18+

drabble request thingy: "you're so wet and I haven't even touched you" and/or "aww... you're pathetic" I feel like these go so well together in a very mean(super hot) way >:)

🍒 use me pre-war cooper howard x reader drabble request, wip | 18+

for the drabble request "I want to use you so fucking bad" with pre bomb coop?

🍒 don't threaten me with a good time the ghoul x reader request, wip | 18+

how do you think our ghoul would handle having a breeding kink?

🍒 in the collision of your kiss pre-war cooper howard x reader wip | 18+

"As I live and breathe, that's Cooper Howard! Why, he must've cost a fortune -- how ever did you get him to agree to attend a children's party?"

🍒 criminal tongues the ghoul x reader request, wip | 18+

Could I get and aggressive smut with coop like he hasn't had any in 200 something years ! Hes needy and wants it NOW

🍒 finders, keepers the ghoul x reader request, wip | 18+

Cooper wants people to know the reader is *his*, and she best damn well know it to. If she doesn't, he'll have to show her

🍒 god is a woman pre-war cooper howard x reader request, wip | 18+

If you don't mind of making cooper howard/the ghoul being submissive or treating reader like a goddess of a smut?

🍒 bury all your secrets in my skin the ghoul x reader request, wip | 18+

I was thinking how it would be to be the first to get him to take all his clothes off since the bombs fell. Being the first to get him to be vulnerable in this way. If you would write this I would be very grateful.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Megatronus talking to Megatron fic please?

Hell yeah lets go. Mostly just transcribed from my rambling in discord, but nyeh

Consider: the cogs they've been given influence their host a bit. Like how, donated organs sometimes have "memories" from their old bodies that they had before. Giving the host physical sensations and habits they didn't have before (it's a real thing, look it up)

We know that Liege Maximo wasn't responsible for orchestrating Solus's death in this universe, but it's still very possible he's still got a very dark and twisted streak inside him. What if D-16's sudden, violent resolve to kill Sentinel came from Liege Maximo? He 100000% wants Sentinel dead because he's a traitor and doesn't deserve to live, and his influence still on his cog combined with D-16's righteous anger came together into the drive to rip that mech apart, with his bare hands.

What I'm getting at is, the cogs have "memory" and influence, to a point. Optimus got Prima's cog, so naturally he stepped into a more rigid leadership position that was staunchly against purposefully extinguishing sparks. So, when D-16 takes Megatronus Prime's cog from Sentinel's chest, he gets hit with a blast of Presence from the God of War himself, and already riled up and angry he kinda. Spirals out of control.

The Spirit of War drives him to fight, protect, destroy. Raze that evil mech's influence to the ground so not a single shred of him remains. Unless his presence is completely annihilated, there's a chance it could seep into the cracks and take up root again, and slowly sink it's insidious fingers into their people once more. He cannot allow that!

Fast forward to that night and newly christened Megatron is still angry, angry, angry… until he falls asleep and his processor can get a much-needed rest and defrag. He dreams about- about Orion, about… the surface, about Sentinel, about everything. He sees Sentinel taking Orion away, sees Orion bloodied and lifeless falling into a pit of despair. He sees himself, out of his body, trying to save him but he can't. He sees his best friend looking at him in sadness and disgust and, finally, feels the sadness and misery he'd been stubbornly choking down suddenly force it's way into his throat.

...Is he awake? Is he asleep? It hits him so intensely he can't tell, and just. Plops down on the ground, arms wrapping around himself and beginning to sob with all the force of his broken spark. It's not fair. Everything… everything has changed, he's lost everything and everyone and- and he's still angry! Why does he feel like this? How does he make it stop? He doesn't want to be angry anymore, he doesn't want… whatever this is that he can feel slowly creeping toward him. This isn't over. Something bad is coming. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this, he doesn't want this-!

He about jumps out of his plating when someone suddenly touches his helm, and nearly falls over when he looks up and finds a hulking, huge mech had settled down next to him. Thrice his size, at least, and before, that wouldn't have been strange. Expected, even. But now he has his cog, his alt mode, he's much bigger now. Even so, he feels puny in this mech's shadow, but his size alone isn't the surprising part.

Painted purple and black with a face that Megatron knows extremely well. He rubs his optics and shakes his helm, but he's still there. His vocalizer squeaks when he utters the name, "M- Muh-! Megatronus Prime?!"

He's definitely still dreaming. He has to be. But- But everything feels so grounded and lucid and real- but-

Megatronus Prime chuckles softly. "Sorry to frighten you, little one," he lats the ground next to him. "Sit with me?"

"I- um," he blinks. "Y-Yes sir?"

Megatron has no idea what to say. He sits a respectful distance away, hugging his knees and just o.o staring at him shellshocked the whole time. It- It has to be a dream but it feels real. Is… Is Megatronus actually here with him? Surely he can't be, but…

The Prime waves his servo out in front of them, and warm, gently burning orange fire materializes from nowhere. It floats in a ball before them, lighting the dark, shadowy night. Megatron can feel the heat on his cheeks, and the sensation is too real to be anything but.

"You… y-you're really here-!" He gasps and wipes clumsily at his still-wet face. "Oh- Oh my Primes, you're really-" Promptly slaps a servo over his mouth, optics wide. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear, I know we shouldn't use the Primes names in vain I just- y-you're here and- and-"

Megatronus laughs and shakes his helm fondly, reaching over to gently pat his helm. "Peace, youngling, peace. I take no offense." Prima, on the other hand… ooh, how he hated hearing their children swear. It amused the god of war, more than anything. He gave the little silver mech a thoughtful once over. "You have my cog." It's not a question.

Megatron flinches and brings both servos to to his chest. "I- I'm sorry!" He means it too, hanging his helm and looking ashamed. "I- I was just- he took it, he killed you and he took and I- I couldn't just let him keep it," it was impulsive, he would admit, swapping it for the cog already in his own chassis. His voice lowers to a shameful whisper. "D'you… w-want it back?" He doesn't want to go back to being cogless, but…

Luckily, Megatronus shakes his helm. "No, no, keep it. I've no use for it anymore. Heh," a humorless sound that could almost pass as a sarcastic laugh. "Though, I should ask. Wouldn't you rather have yours?"

"What do you mean?"

He holds out one huge servo, palm flat, and an image flickers to life, misty and glowing blue similar to the visions Alpha Trion had shown them. It's simple this time, just a standard transformation cog. But… Megatron chokes. "You mean-?! Th-This one is-?"

"Yours," the Prime nods. "We keep track. We've kept track of every cog he stole, and whom it belongs to. If you want yours, I'll grant it to you."

He's stunned silent, mouth hanging open and entranced by the vision. He… he could have it back? He'd come to accept that his cog was gone, that that monster had molested his newborn body and plucked it right from his chassis, that a part of him had been stolen and desecrated before he even opened his optics for the first time. A hurt that could never heal… a wound he'd carry til the day he died.

But now, Megatronus Prime, his greatest hero and idol, is talking to him and offering it back. All he can do is sit there with his jaw slack.

The god of war seems amused, laughing for real this time and reclining back against the solid metal behind him. He reaches out and wraps one arm around the youngling, who squeaks in surprise, and pulls him close against his side. "You don't have to decide now," he promises. "You can keep mine, if you like the way it feels. And if you change your mind someday, that's fine too."

He's not at all expecting the sudden sob that bubbles up from his side, and looks down in surprise. Little namesake suddenly curls against him, shaken by the first positive physical contact he's had in multiple days, beginning to weep with earnest against his hero's side.

"Wh-"

"I'm sorry!" The words burst out of him in a rasping voice heavily laden with sorrow and wet sobs. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry! I- I didn't mean to, it wasn't supposed to happen like that, I didn't wanna hurt him, I- I didn't mean to I was just so mad-"

This… really isn't Megatronus's forte. He doesn't know what to say, so opts not to say much at all, instead gently draping his arm around the young, miserable bot and just letting him huddle beneath him, weeping brokenly.

"I know, little one… I know. It's alright-"

"It's NOT alright!" He wails. "Nothing is alright! I wanna go home but I don't have a home anymore, and- and Orion hates me and everyone probably hates me and- and I killed my best friend and I took your cog without asking and," he takes a great, heaving, wheezing invent. "And I'm just like Sentinel!"

Megatronus goes from awkward to actively panicking in about 2 seconds. Ok, tears he can deal with. Let them cry it out and release all the stress and they'll be fine afterwards. That's how it goes. But… super deep seated self doubt and worry you've turned into the monster you just defeated? That's- That's really not something he knows how to deal with. Megatronus Prime does not know how to deal with kids.

"...wait, no-" he gives the little one a gentle shake. "No, no, that isn't true-" he continued to wail and cry like the world is ending, like his spark really has shattered into pieces. "You're not- you didn't intend to hurt your friend and wouldn't have if it was up to you, and--forgive me, Mother--Sentinel needed to be dealt with. "You've nothing in common with that mech aside from the cog you both hosted in your chest-"

That just seems to make him cry harder, and Megatronus flounders. What to do, what to do?! Um, uh-

"Oh!" He reaches up with both hands, undoing clasps and deactivating invisible magnets. "Here! Do you want to try on my mask?"

That gets him. Megatron raises his helm suddenly, still hiccupping, tears still streaming down his cheeks. His mouth is still trembling, but he's no longer wailing.

"Wh-" he whimpers softly. "What….?"

Megatronus undoes the last clasp and removes his giant purple mask, lowering it slowly and giving the little silver mech a somewhat sheepish look, red optics peering over the rim. "Do you… want to try it on?"

Megatron blinks twice, then thrice. "That's a mask?"

The god of war nods, lowering it further. He has an unexpectedly pretty, almost delicate face. "My Solus made it for me," he admits, sounding almost shy. "To tell the truth, I… ahem, I get… rather anxious when people see my face. Solus made this for me, quite a long time ago." it's huge when he reaches to offer it to Megatron, nearly the size and width of a small table.

Megatron's hands are still shaking as it's laid across his lap, pinning him to the ground end eliciting an "oof!" of surprise. It's heavy! It weighs more than the miners did when they were cogless! Probably still weighs more than some of them! He runs his hands over the smooth, tempered metal, awed by its quality and sheer size.

"You wear this all the time?" He asks, starstruck.

"Indeed. I never take it off, in fact." this was a special occasion, though.

"I… we thought this was your face," Megatron admits, nearly sheepish. He reaches up to touch his chassis, where the likeness of the god's mask is still etched painfully into the metal there, thanks to Sentinel. He steals a glance up at Megatronus, unable to quite believe what he's seeing. "Everything in the datafiles and history stuff, you're always wearing it. We- We thought you didn't have a mouth!"

Megatronus smiles at him, amused, and for the first time in days Megatron manages to smile, too.

"…can I really, uh…?"

The god of war snaps his fingers and the mask shrinks obediently, til it's just the right size. "Go ahead, youngling."

He exhales nervously and slips it on, fumbling unsurely with the clasps. It smells like sulfur and high quality energon, and something about it makes his whole body prickle.

After he's got it on, he looks up at Megatronus shyly, fidgeting. The world looks different from in here: his peripheral vision is cut off, and everything is framed with the shape of the optical slits. "Well…?" He wrings his servos nervously. "How do I look…?"

"…heh," Megatronus lays one servo on his helm, jostling him gently. "Like a little champion of war." He may be called Megatron now but he's still a child at spark, right now. He's painfully young, and Megatronus Prime is worried for him.

When Megatron wishes he had a mirror so he could see what he looks like with the mask on, and Megatronus is all too glad to grant that wish. It's good to see him less emotionally devastated, but soon after the little silver mechling settles back against his side. "I don't… wanna go to war," he admits forlornly, hugging his knees. "I… I wanna go home. I don't want a war."

"That means you're smart," Megatronus tells him seriously, which earns him a confused look. "I preside over war and reap power from it, but only a fool hopes for war. War incurs heavy loss no matter who you are, and those who actively seek it seek their own destruction in turn. Tis my duty to govern that domain and stand as a guardian over those who must do battle." The Patron Deity of Warriors, Megatron recalls easily. The Guardian Prime of all who take up arms.

If the god of war himself encourages not to seek his domain, it's probably best to listen, no? He sags helplessly against the divine mech's side, feeling helpless.

"You said you want to go home?" Megatronus asks, and Megatron nods wordlessly. "Then… perhaps you should."

"I can't! Orion said- he's a Prime now, and he doesn't want me there, and- and I said I'd never trust another leader again-"

"You trust me, don't you?"

It's plain to see how much the kid idolizes him, and trusts him enough to, at the very least, cry his spark out and air his grievances. That certainly speaks of trust.

"Well- yes but, that's different!" Megatronus Prime isn't just some leader, he's one of the 13! One of the gods! Trusting him is different than trusting some uppity mortal that thinks they're better than everyone else and is willing to suck their lives away for their own benefit! Megatronus Prime isn't like that-

"Do you think your friend Orion is like that?"

"No!" The reflexive leap to defend his friend comes before he can really process it. "No of course not, he's-"

Megatron covers his mouth. Oh. Slag.

"Perhaps," the Prime reaches down and gently removes his mask from Megatron's face, gently lifting his chin with one finger. "A better vow would be to no longer place blind trust in those who lead. Don't deny yourself faith or hope, little one. Both are important in order for you or anyone to have a future."

A future. Right. He sighs, shoulders falling to their lowest point and averting his optics. What future? He's stranded on the treacherous surface with a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, and if he shows even an ounce of weakness that screechy seeker is going to be jumping for his throat. If not him, then one of the others, surely. He couldn't have any sort of comfortable or trustworthy future with people like that surrounding him. Every friend he's ever had, all of his batchmates, his siblings, his family, they're all back in Iacon. The mecha in the high guard hold no love for him, nor do the ones he's left behind. None of them ever will again. Even Orion, his... his everything, even he surely hates him now.

"Do you truly believe that, little one?"

"Yes! Wouldn't you?! I- I killed him!" Accidentally, and because Orion threw himself in front of his weapon, but still. "Sentinel Prime killed you, don't you hate him?" internally, Dee hates himself for hurting Orion. Surely Orion must hate him as much as he hates him, right?

"Sentinel," Megatronus spits the name in a vengeful rasp. "Murdered me in cold blood, as he did several of my siblings. We're still deciding what to do with him. Orion Pax threw himself in front of your weapon and was caught in the crossfire. You did not seek to murder him, nor did you seek to harm him. Twas an accident, nothing more, and not deserving of hatred. Not the hatred you hold for yourself, nor the hatred you presume he holds for you."

"But..." Megatron shrinks in his shadow, tears beading along the bottom lid of his optics. "But..."

"Hush," the Prime's command is firm but still very gentle. "You want to go home. You don't wish for war. Then I ask you, little one: what must you do to achieve those goals?"

[blood-orange-juice]

Inspired by a discord discussion.

I keep seeing characters from snowy places portrayed as unbothered by cold or missing it, and every time I remember that it's completely counterintutive if you didn't grow up in freezing temperatures

So I thought I should write this post.

We are very bothered by cold. We are way more bothered by cold than southerners. Being bothered is what keeps you safe. Warmth is a resource.

There are few lucky people who simply never get cold (mostly guys of endomorph body type) but it's not a given and generally northerners start to complain and wear warm coats at the tiniest hint of cold.

Humans can only adjust up to a certain threshold.

For example, Irish and British winters allow you to ignore weather almost completely (you'll be miserable but you'll probably live), so there's a culture of stoicism, not heating your house above 16-18°C (60-65°F), wearing shorts and sandals (and a Very Big Scarf) when it's snowing and all that.

(I quickly got used to leaving the bathroom window open at 4°C when I was living there. who cares really)

So there's a common misconception that you can do the same with even colder weather.

However, once you are past that adjustment threshold (for most people it takes as little as -5..0°C/23..32°F lasting for more than a month per year) there can be no special built-in resistance to that type of cold (unless you are a yogi or a Taoist monk), instead you learn a bunch of behaviours that help you. You start to preserve warmth religiously.

You also start to differentiate between types of being cold and avoid some of them (some build up over time and it wears you down, so it's best to avoid them entirely). Anything that drops your core temperature (this is noticeable long before you start shivering, shivering is the equivalent of fire alarm) is a huge no. Fingers getting a bit numb from building a snow castle is nothing major though.

It can be hard to unlearn that even if you moved to a warmer place years ago.

Stoic northern characters who have moved to a warmer country are very likely to Complain About The Cold.

They'll start wearing coats at higher temperatures than southerners (because, well, the weather might get worse, or you might stay outside longer than you planned, or move less).

upd: it won't be a conscious thought (they are dressed for the weather, all right?), they will only notice it through being surprised how lightly is everyone else dressed or by others being surprised by their warm coats

They'll get cold hands more often because their body panics at the tiniest signs of cold and diverts blood to the centre (my first impression of the Irish was how warm everyone was when we shook hands. I'm the same now).

Most will heat their houses to the point where it's possible to walk around in a t-shirt no matter how cold it is outside (those who don't will comment "thank gods that people don't do that in your country, I hated it back home").

They'll whine at +5°C (40°F).

Apart from heavier clothes they'll have a bunch of weird habits like Walking Really Fast when the weather is bad (it's for when you don't want to wear heavier clothes).

They might have a fondness for scarves and good winter shoes (warm shoes and a warm hat are even more important than a warm coat. the lack of hats in fantasy upsets me. scarves are less important but they are pretty).

When locals get surprised they'll reply with "yes, but this is *damp* cold, *dry* cold is different" (it's more complicated than that but this answer usually stops further questions, so we go with that).

It's not like they are actually less cold-resistant, they just take cold more seriously.

At the same time they can be weirdly unbothered by things that freak some of the southerners out because they know how their body deals with low temperatures and which things have no consequences.

(it's not something that you learn from books, it's practical knowledge of what you personally can get away with. for example, I often get completely numb thighs during winter walks, takes an hour to start feeling anything when I get home. but I know it's all right as long as my feet are warm and my core temperature is within normal range)

They also won't suffer consequences when it gets truly cold, while more nonchalant southerners won't notice when they get borderline hypothermic or just cold enough to get sick.

They'll probably consider -30°C (-22°F) exciting. It becomes enjoyable again, because the outside world is now a death zone and there's some macabre fun in resisting it. Oh, and your eyelashes get covered in frost and it looks dope. What's not to like.

Kids will make a point to eat ice cream outside in -30°C (no, they won't get sick from it). I can't explain it, it just works like that.

Generally people from colder countries are not bothered by cold if they can return to a warm place soon enough, it's the prolonged exposure to cold (even mild) they are worried about. Going out for a smoke without a coat is common.

If they are still in a cold country, it's also a bit different from what you expect.

There's a trope of drinking to keep warm. It doesn't work like that. You can drink alcohol to feel warm but not to keep warm and it's an important difference. When it's cold your body's proper response is to constrict blood vessels and to divert blood flow from extremeties to slow down the loss of warmth. Alcohol reverts that.

This means it's perfectly appropriate to drink eggnog or mulled wine at a fair (when you are supposed to get to warmth soon enough, so the illusion of not being cold is not harmful) or hard spirits when you get back from the cold (it will help you warm up faster), but not if you are staying in a cold place. During a hike through winter woods a thermos with sweetened tea and fatty food are your best friends.

Some won't know it and get drunk and frostbitten/hypothermic. People are stupid.

Food gets weird, fats start to seem even tastier than usual. People in Antarctic expeditions are known to crave sticks of butter. In certain weather sandwiches with frozen lard are delicious.

Anything can and will be made into tea.

Some tropes I personally disagree with.

Pain. Pain levels depend on the weather. Cold eases any kind of external pain (cuts or burns) but makes worse anything internal (broken bones, cramps, most headaches).

Hypothermia feels nothing like peacefully falling asleep. It's the most miserable state I've ever experienced, psychological trauma doesn't even come close.

Well, maybe there are people who do fall asleep but other people I've talked to seem to share my experience.

I'm not sure how exactly it works, I think it messes up your self-regulation, since most chemicals in your body require a certain temperature range to work properly. Basically you become Not Yourself. Your emotions go whack (usually it's either extreme self-pity or extreme anger). It feels awful and I hope you never get to experience it.

Most of us don't really miss cold.

Well, some perverts do, but there's a general consensus that cold is awful.

We do miss some things that only happen during cold days though. The stillness and the quiet or how pretty snow looks. How bright the stars are on a clear night. The colour of sunsets and twilight sky when it's freezing.

(in my opinion, the best experience happens around -5°C, it's already pretty but the world is not a death zone yet)

There's also an appreciation of contrast with things that are Not Snow.

Walking from the cold into a greenhouse with orchids.

Watching a blizzard rage outside your window while you sit in warmth with a cup of tea.

Jumping into a lake straight out of a sauna (then going back. do not do that if you have a heart condition).

Fireplaces. Holiday food. Mulled wine. Saffron in pastry.

There's also a lot of beauty in the world that is frozen. I keep stumbling upon the fact no one around me shares these experiences anymore and it saddens me.

The xylophone sound of first ice being broken by a passing boat.

Sea moving under the ice — when it's not too thick it rises and falls like some large animal breathing.

The whale-song-like sounds of ice cracking on large lakes.

There's a very special mood of waiting for first snow. The world is too cold and dark without it and then you wake up one night from the sudden quietness (snow muffles all sounds) and you know it's there even before you look out of the window,

There's the exhiliration of spring. The moment when the wind starts to have a scent — thawing snow smells a bit like watermelons but clearer. Winter smells like nothing at all.

The first tiny yellow flowers in mud. They are our hanami.

(I don't think anyone in Europe truly appreciates spring if they are not from Nordic or Baltic countries)

There's a certain attunement to the scent of ice too. Like that barely perceptible tingle in the air in late September, long before you can see any ice.

I feel the scent of ice when there's wind from the right part of the Atlantic. No one ever notices but it's there. I love it. It's nostalgic in a way.

But it's never missing the cold itself for me. For very few people it is, I think.

*

This is, of course, personal perspective and my experience is not universal. I'm a person from a continental climate with harsh winters and hot summers and a city dweller with occasional visit to country houses and a tiny bit of mountaineering experience.

An indigenous person from a place with barely any summer or a character from a fantasy everwinter country will probably differ from me.

There are, after all, simply people who genuinely love cold. A lot of them. It is, however, not the default northerner's experience.

But hey, it's still more complex than it's usually written.

*

If you want to read something focused on winter descriptions, there's Smilla's Sense of Snow by Peter Høeg.

It's hauntingly beautiful prose and the main character is from Greenland.

‘It’s freezing, an extraordinary -18 °C, and it’s snowing, and in the language which is no longer mine, the snow is qanik – big, almost weightless crystals falling in stacks and covering the ground with a layer of pulverized white frost.’

And then there's Moominland Midwinter. I think it gets better when you read it as an adult and it's probably still the best thing I have ever read about winter solstice.

Anyway.

I think we need more good winter stories.

[doubleddenden]

So the stories leaked from gen 4 development are certainly interesting, eh? I'm sure everyone has their own feelings about it- some of you are apparently ECSTATIC about fucking your Machokes. Good for you, my guy. Some are horrified, thinking something's been defiled (it is fiction and most importantly non canon, you're fine, get a grip).

Me? I think the lady (yes, it was a lady) that wrote all of these is REALLY PASSIONATE about her craft, and was also referencing real world mythos and how they portray similar instances- I think we all know that Zeus has probably done worse on all giving and receiving ends of these stories, as well as Poseidon, Loki, and probably some other myths from Europe, China, and definitely JAPAN- key word there. In fact, the Typhlosion story is probably a reference to a similar story about a badger yokai that can alter its face to appear human, and the Octillery story is definitely a reference to- well, tentacle porn is a thing for a reason that goes pretty far back as a way to get around censorship in hand painted porn. The contents of the story aren't really much different or more terrifying than mythos we'd see in the real world (or if you're in the bible belt like me, probably EXPOSED to with morning bible studies before class growing up), and it's mainly just shocking to see it in the context of Pokemon.

And I think that's kind of the point. Sinnoh is already a pretty dark region in terms of lore and myth, and has surprisingly religious undertones considering the family friendly nature of Pokemon and its general target audience. Obviously none of the horse, badger, sloth monkey, octopus, god, or... Lapras fucking made it to the final cut, although in Japan they still reference People and Pokemon being so equal at some point that they could marry- that's even kind of referenced in Legends Arceus with I think a diary written by a man kidnapped by a Froslass? its been a minute, but you probably know what I'm referencing.

I think an interesting question would be "How did we get to these terrifying stories?" Especially Typhlosion and Slakoth.

Its important to remember this: None of this was meant to see the light of day outside that office circa 2003 to 2004ish. Yeah, surprisingly you weren't supposed to see the story of a man fucking an Octillery BEFORE throwing it back out to sea in a rated E for everyone game, and you didn't! You saw it via twitter, reddit, 4chan, tumblr, discord, or your local weed guy who all spread it from someone who got it from confidential office logs we wouldn't see unless someone took that info from Game Freak's darkest depths of other secrets they'd prefer to keep hidden. Every game and media company has this, good and bad, to various degrees of sfw and not. Did you know Disney has an entire vault of actual PORN that animators would make of their own anthropomorphized characters? Locked nice and safely, too... with uh, some exceptions breaking containment, I think?

So with that being said, we understand this is meant to be privileged info only a handful of people were supposed to see. That means they can use words and stuff you normally wouldn't see- Adventure time for instance had Finn and Jake saying "fuck" in story boarding, kinda funny- because its meant to be workshopped and tinkered with, refined until you get something desirable.

In fact, creators will often propose darker ideas than what they actually want so that they can more easily talk censors into an outcome they ACTUALLY desire. Alex Hirsch did this a few times in Gravity Falls' production, and you know Disney was a bitch to deal with (although he probably didn't propose stuff like this, but you get the idea). So this being said- Obviously nobody wants a story about a Typhlosion engaging in a non-con relationship with a minor it kidnaps. Nobody wants to read a story about humans MUTILATING Slakoths for fun and then getting revenge impregnated by a Slaking, only to give birth to a Slakoth and have it killed and thus kill yourself out of grief for your lost child (people reading this without context- ho boy you guys have missed out on some crazy shit that's popped up). So what is okay from here?

Maybe a little Pokemon death after going a while without it and accruing a reputation of being safe for kids? Mention of Pokemon bones being picked clean of meat and put back into a river so it can come back reborn? Some darker undertones of Pokemon being tormented by Team Galactic? How about a story of a boy slaying Pokemon with a sword, but less detail of mutilation of Ursaring and Slakoth? All of this made it into Diamond and Pearl, didn't it? Add in a little Human and Pokemon "Marriage" that is easily scrubbed out and replaced with "eating at the same table" for the more sensitive Western audience, and you have some pretty believable, dark, somewhat uncomfortable but child friendly lore for Pokemon.

Not to mention, a lot of this was probably pitched just to get a feel of the vibe they were going for in the game. If you read back through the stories, bits and pieces end up being used in other, non Poke-fucking stories, or recontextualized. See the above.

While its certainly a relief that they're non canon, it is a rather interesting look at the development of gen 4 lore and actually makes it feel more... realistic, in a way- again, comparing it to real world mythos and religious tales. That, and honestly? The religious backstory is actually, unironically amazing- HEAVILY based on real world religion, but plenty of real world religions steal from other religions and mythos anyway (coughchristianitycough).

Its actually a bit sad, because in any other JRPG, Arceus becoming a wounded woman that an ordinary man cares for, Arceus falling in love with this man because he treated her so tenderly, bearing human twins, the twins becoming Dialga and Palkia to fight some Titan that would become Mt Coronet, and Arceus loving this man so much that she took his soul to create Azelf, Uxie, and Mesprit to spread love and joy throughout the world? That would literally be INSANELY GOOD world building. Plus! Arceus was a human woman when she did this! It was also consensual! Can you imagine what the world would have been like if we had gotten not only FEMALE Arceus- god of all Pokemon universes- but also a HUMAN INCARNATION of her? And this was BEFORE Giratina came into the picture, apparently. If anything, we got robbed a bit of some deep lore and potential story telling from this being cut, imo.

But one more thing to consider is this: All the stories, even if they did make it to the final cut, would still be stories within a story. Fictional folktales within a fictional setting. If we judge the above by how relevant the ACTUAL content that made it into the games were to the actual overarching plot... It'd be overall kinda useless beyond some flavor text. That's kind of the sad fact of it. Pokemon Players especially, grown adults too, are not exactly known to be well read and some play the game by rapidly A pressing every ounce of dialog they come across, even in brand new playthroughs. I'm sure some remember that one idiot on twitter that thought he made the discovery of the century when he found Snowpoint Temple in Legends Arceus, right? So understandably, especially when you're working on a clock, on limited space, on new and unfamiliar hardware, and trying to be as broad and reachable to audiences as you can- things get cut. Even... Some of the coolest lore building of all time SERIOUSLY A FUCKING PANTHEON WHAT THE HELL.

And I lied, there is one more thing to consider, especially for anyone actually morally offended by some of the content mentioned- Keep in mind that this is in 2003 to 2005ish Japan, with Game Freak (who we know are pretty out of touch in some regards, even by today's standards), before twitter, before tumblr, during a more edgy time for... well, everyone alive at the time, and especially adults. That's 20 years ago. Some of you may not have been alive at that point (did you finish your snacks and juice, lil guy?), some of you probably had a lot of your formative education influenced by the more puritanical side of tumblr or twitter, but it was simply a different time and place. That's it. The people involved in this have moved on and have probably grown into better people, and probably haven't made more fics like this. Maybe. Who knows. It's fiction anyway, and nobody real got hurt from it, and that's what's most important at the end of the day.

So that's my thoughts on it. I think I'm more annoyed by the fact that one of my favorites got a worse Vaporeon treatment than anything, and there's possibly the risk of Nintendo/TPC/Game Freak overreacting and gatekeeping Typhlosion out of the games for a bit. Sigh. My first pokemon, man. Well, anyway, try not to take it too seriously if you see the jokes and memes about it. It'll pass.

But hey, sexy Latina Skyla is canon! Shadow the Hedgehog wins!

[imagine-shenanigans]

sighs dramatically.

Okay but the ghost distribution system as we call it is hysterical but can we tlak about how None Of The 141 are built to date.

Like, sure, Gaz is great at flirting, and he's charming, but DATES? He's the type who asks you on a date because he thinks youre pretty/handsome/adorable/etc but by the time the two of you actually go on a date he's ready figured out like. the whole rest of your lives together. He's already imagined up 20 different scenarios of different dates, stalked your front-facing social media and found your secret or hidden accounts that theoretically don't link back to you. Sure, he's scrounged through your discord servers and your private messages and texts and a thousand other things while he was bored on leave. He knows enough to know that he's happy with what comes next. All dates are simply... ritual at this point? Something obligational, other than the fact he gets to spend time with you.

You're not going anywhere, he's just the least heavy handed of them, the one who'll let you think its your choice to keep him around until he's got his ring officially on your finger. Life won't go according to plan but he's prepared for that too. In his head, you're already married anyway, he's just working his way up to that part. He'll manufacture any scenario to keep you with him, because he wants you to be. And he'll make sure you want to be too.

Soap on the other hand is WAY less tactful about it. He's charming, and he'll take you on dates, sure, but the moment he spots you it's incredibly easy to get obsessed. He immediately drops an arm around you, purring in your ear and talking to you. Doesn't ask you on a date so much as demands it, puts his number in your phone and presses a kiss to your temple, his fingertips squeezing your chin before you leave. God forbid you let him into your home - he'll never leave if you do. Johnny's SUCH a physical guy that while, yes, personality matters, it seals the deal for him the moment he's got his tongue down your throat and his fingers in your pants. Something about the way you settle in against him makes him feel like he's home, and you will never get rid of him.

He's willing to take you on dates if you need more proof, but he won't even pretend like he doesnt already have a copy of your key. Like he's not telling the guys about the bonnie little thing he's going home to - he slips into your apartment/house/etc and into your bed without changing, barely finding time to slip his boots off. Presses one hand to your mouth and just... holds you. He'll fuck you within an inch of your life later when you're less panicked, sure, but he just wants to press his nose to your neck and breathe you in. If his hips rut against your ass, ignore it for now. (Haha... unless? No? okay in a minute then)

Price is just as manipulative as Gaz can be, just as charming as Soap and Gaz too. But he just... doesn't care, just like Simon. There's a reason so many people have Price with like... mail order bride or a "one day you look up and hes your husband" scenario and thats because he's good at what he does. And by that I mean being a husband and pumping you full of kids whether or not its physically possible. (Btw check out Ceil's mail order bride western au its good shit, or Bo's Kingpin Price drabbles, makes me lose it every time.)

He sees you walking about and the MOMENT you do anything remotely domestic - pick up a neice/nephew/babysitting kid/etc and put em on your hip? Rock hard. play peekaboo with a baby across from you at a cafe? pick up after yourself just to be polite to the waitress? he's already stalking you on multiple platforms theres no goddamn way youre getting away from him. He'll figure out where you go in your free time and insert himself there as naturally as possible. He's not particularly hiding what he's doing either - he likes to test you, to see if you notice things missing or moved. If you do, he'll be a little more cautious, use it as reason to drive you into hsi arms. If you don't he jsut views it as all the more reason to take you away - poor thing, you just can't help yourself can you? You're lucky nobody else has got their claws around you, hm?

[box-dwelling]

I put this in discord but fuck it it's post worthy. I missed the month but AA charcaters and are they publicly out (like in terms of being legal celebrities, not with friends and family) and do they attend pride.

Phoenix: He is not out because he doesn't like talking about his personal life at fucking all. But if asked directly he's gonna admit to it. But he does definitely go to pride every year with Trucy and is the guy to give dad hugs to queer kids who's parents don't support them

Apollo: The press will wrestle his sexuality and being trans from his cold dead hands. He does go to pride but very specifically because he's trans, not because he's gay. Given his taste in men he does not think that's something to be proud of

Mia: 100% out publicly and does go to pride.

Athena: Not really famous enough for people to care but she's not hiding anything at all from the public. She goes to pride every year and loves it

Maya: Out publicly as a deliberate stance around the complicated gender politics of Kurain. Loves pride and brings pearl along who loves the rainbows but will stare homophobically at any gay person she sees.

Ema: not famous enough for anyone to care but she will absolutely mention it if she ever is. She is going to pride and she is getting wasted and high and then having a questionable hookup

Miles: Literally started this train of thought. He is not out publicly. He would find the very concept of revealing his sexuality publicly demeaning and invasive. He doesn't like pride for introvert reasons, he only ever goes as a chaperone for Kay and Seb.

Franziska: Very very out. But she is not going to pride unless she's asked to do a speech because she is a god damn workoholic. She only goes personally if Maya drags her along and then she does actually have a ton of fun.

Godot: I don't think he's even out to himself.

Klavier: He is very very out publicly but his fans still debate it. A lot of people think he's queerbaiting for his career despite all evidence to the contrary. He is at pride EVERY yeah and will go to as many parades as he can manage. Huge pride guy. He also probably performs there 99% of the time.

Simon: Robert Patterson levels of out. He is not here to represent anyone, he is here to baffle. He goes to pride mostly with Athena and refuses to wear any colours.

Gumshoe: Again not really famous enough for it to matter. But he fucking loves pride. He enjoys himself so much. Honestly even if you don't interpret him as queer I think he'd still go to pride as a loud as hell ally.

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

Take what resonates, leave what doesn’t but always be open to new experiences. ALSOOOO join my divination discord!!!! Link in bio

Pile 1

Crystal: Moss Agate

Song: Timeless by Jon Bellion

God/Goddess: Hermes

Astrology: Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, Pisces

Vibes: 🌸🌿💖💚🪲🌷🪷🥝🍑🍣📗🧠🧚🏼🩲👛🦚🍐🍉🍡🎀🐷🪴👚👅🧑🏼‍🎤

Hi, pile 1! What makes you extraordinary is your mind. You are extremely intelligent. You are fantastic at looking at a situation and seeing the secrets that lay in wait. You see past the smoke and mirrors to the important matters easily. It’s not something many people like about you unfortunately. You catch a whiff of their dirty laundry before they even tell you about it’s existence. Which can be kind of scary to experience if you aren’t used to it. However, this weeds out the people who can’t handle your intellect. It removed the people who are jealous of you or who would lie to you or try to manipulate you. You are a purifier. You are a lie detector. You are also extraordinary because you are a defender. You use your knowledge to help the people you care about. You arm them with information. You equipt them with communication skills they didn’t have before. Your heart center is very strong which tells me you are fiercely loving and want the best for all your friends. You always keep your promises. I also see you are very understanding. Pile one even though you can lift the facade of most people, when you do it is never something you bring judgement into unless it is necessary. You might see someones anxiety in the way they chew on their nails. You meet those conclusions with kindness and grace. If others had your skills they wouldn’t use it the way you do. You are such a kind soul. Pile one you are extraordinary no matter what others say about you. Just because they can’t control you it doesn’t mean you are what they say you are.

Pile 2

Crystal: Sunstone

Song: Bad Reputation by Avril Lavigne

God/Goddess: Hades, Persephone

Astrology: Aries, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn

Vibes: 🤎✒️🎓⌛️♠️🕶️🫚🥐🪵🦫🐌🧳🐻🕰️🪜🧸🐗🖤🦇🕷️🦅🪨🕸️🧋🏹🪮🗝️🎱🎻🐶🎮🦽⚰️🚬🏉🪑🏴‍☠️♣️

Hello, pile two! You are extraordinary because you are unconventional. I see that you are very fashionable in an alternative way. You have a crow like energy to you. You collect interesting things and keep them in line of sight. There is this depth to you that is absolutely fascinating. Sometimes that depth can scare people because they haven’t been through all that you have experienced. The depth you hold isn’t always obvious. It sits right underneath the surface. You don’t offer your depth to those who don’t ask. You don’t offer your depth to those you believe don’t deserve you. Even so, you are brave, bold and never look for permission to do what you please. I would see you on the street and would whisper “Ohmygods that person is so fucking cool do you see them??!?!?!?!” You also have a voice that stands out from the crowd. You can project your voice in a powerful way that rings in peoples ears even after you have left the scene. Your words linger on their minds. What you said sticks with those people and will never leave them. They can hear the wisdom dripping from each syllable and they understand there is experience behind what you say but can’t quite pinpoint what you lived through. You have worked hard for your place in life and there is a richness that you resonate even if you aren’t wealthy. You take no shit. The universe loves that about you, baby. You don’t let your heartbreak keep you down. You might have had hard times but that has never and will never define who you are. Holy fuck you are so cool.

Pile 3

Crystal: Howlite

Song: Renaissance Girl by alybob

God/Goddess: Iris, Artemis, Apollo

Astrology: Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius

Vibes:🩵🐭🤍🌨️🫐⏱️💙🦢💎🛁🍙🧿🪬✈️🧊🍭🛼🏳️‍⚧️🥶🦋🐻‍❄️🦕🧢👟🥽🥼🗣️🛬🗽💦🐚🐁🪼❄️🌊☁️🐰🎧🎹🌎⚗️

Hey, pile three! You are extraordinary because you haven’t been invented yet. All you were is gone. All you are is yet to be born. You get to decide. I see you may have recently discovered you are changing into someone new before your eyes. You didn’t even notice for a while. You were charging into life with little thought to how you wanted it to go. You perception has been twisted and you have a new angle to look at now. You are extraordinary because you could become anything. You could become an activist, an painter, a musician, a model, an engineer, a programer, a runner or anything you can imagine. You are a dream. I’m kind of jealous at how raw your energy is. You are iron ore that has yet to be melted down and molded into what you were meant to be. The richness of your soil could nurious any plant or tree. You are the star that is transforming into a supernova. Wow. You are such a lovely and beautiful soft energy pile 3. Your energy is like delicate piano with a soft bassline. You are full unlimited potential. I’m sure hearing this might not be what you expected at all. You might not even really like this answer if I’m honest. Please understand that I see you have come out of an act. Who you were is nothing compared to who you will be. You masked your truest self for a long time and now you are moving into new power beyond your old self’s dreams. If past you met current you they would be strangers to one another. My advice moving forward is to explore yourself. Carefully map out your new self. Voyage to your new interests with excitement because you will be crafted from stardust, my friend. The world can’t wait to meet them.

[ratinacoat]

Explaining my syscourse (endos specifically) stance in depth cause "anti endo" makes people assume I just want all endos to die. I am anti endo but not super aggressive. I've been told some parts are more aggressive/hateful about it but I (Rat) am less "I'm gunna throw a rock at you" than some. Anyway!

I do not believe in the concept of endogenic plurality and I don't really care if it's real or not. I don't think it's possible because I've never been met with convincing arguments. There isn't evidence of it that goes any farther than "I feel this way", and (claim of) experience is not proof. I don't believe in plurality in the same way I don't believe in a god. There's no evidence and (claim of) experience with said god isn't proof. If there were evidence, I would be convinced. I don't think the lack of research means everyone should believe, I think it's the opposite. Something not having tons of research done on it doesn't mean every claim or idea someone has about it is true. If I were met with evidence of the claims my stance would change. I'm open to accepting new information but that information has never been given so I have yet to be convicned.

That being said, I don't think endos deserve to be treated like shit just for holding that belief or labeling themselves as such. I think people are more than welcome to be critical of certain aspects of the belief or communities, especially those who had been previously in them, but they shouldn't personally attack someone unless that person was doing it first or being disrespectful. No belief is ever immune to criticism. Communities that don't welcome people who believe plurality aren't harmful either. It's okay for people to have certain spaces where they feel most seen/heard and in my experience, spaces made for pwCDDs (diagnosed especially) have been the most comfortable. Someone may feel the opposite and that's okay, there should be difference in communities and one not including you is not oppression or a personal attack.

I don't believe all endos are lying about what they experience, I simply don't believe it's actually plurality. A lot of things endos have sent me as proof honestly show that plurality is a label someone puts on something that is already explainable. Such as my friend who uses plurality to describe being genderfluid. I don't believe it's actually being different people but it helps them better describe how their identity changes at times. I am skeptical when someone makes an outlandish claim (say... system hopping) but I keep that to myself cause I see no point in arguing. However I will point out when someone is making a false claim about something that is proven and does have limitations. Such as claiming DID can be endogenic, cause it can't.

I find the communties horrible, as someone who's been in them. It depends which ones you're in but a lot are really really bad. This really applies to Discord most of all. A lot of them are full of some pretty bad people, to put it vaguely cause I don't think going on an even longer rant about my expeirence in them would be good lol.

I don't see anything inherently wrong with (non endo) pro-endos or endo-neutrals. A lot seem to have good intentions of just wanting to give people the benefit of the doubt. I think some are really aggressive about it and I believe encouraging people to believe things with no proof is harmful but not all of them do that, I have met some chill ones and I don't really have a big issue until they start spreading misinformation. Misinformation like saying CDDs and plurality are the same, pwCDDs can have endogenic dissociative states, or splitting from stress means you're mixed origin.

Pretty much I just don't believe in it but I don't think everyone who does is bad, there's just a lot of assholes who are the loudest. To me it's the same as being an antitheist/atheist who's still chill with religious people even though I have some strong opinions on religion personally. I don't think all endos deserve the worst in life, I just don't believe in it and I don't agree with anti endos who harass people for disagreeing.

[ababanerb]

The Sign

Part of the Stardew Valley Inktober for the Grapefruit Sky Discord Server. Cheers!

(also posted to AO3)

Sebastian doesn't believe in Yoba, but his mom does, and so do his friends. He doesn't have any faith in The Sign of The Vessel, and he only goes to Sunday Service when his mom drags him along. But that doesn't mean he doesn't recognize a sign when he sees one.

Or-

Sebastian finds religion, just not in Yoba.

Sebastian does not believe in Yoba. He never has, or he at least can't remember a time in his life if he did. His mom does, though. Robin wears The Sign of The Vessel on a gold chain around her neck, a gift from Demetrius, even though his stepfather doesn't believe in Yoba himself.

There was a period of time, when he was in middle school, and he wanted to impress Abby, where he had worn The Sign of The Vessel around his neck on a silver chain. Then an upside down Sign on his earring when he went through a phase of total hatred for Yoba in his early teens.

Now, though, he hardly ever wears any jewelry, not unless he's going into the city or if he's making a post on social media. And none of his jewelry holds any religious meaning, he doesn't want it to.

So, Sebastian is twenty-four, and his small cluster of friends in Pelican Town is limited to Sam and Abigail, both of whom believe in Yoba. To some degree. And Sebastian still doesn't.

After all, what kind of benevolent deity would put him through so much shit? Take away his father, and replace him with a man who hardly tries to fill the space left behind? What kind god would stick him with a dad who had been abusive and absent, but make the replacement so neglectful that it made him miss the abuse? 

No kind god would leave him stuck in a town he can't seem to get out of. 

It doesn't matter to Sebastian, if Yoba has a plan for him, or that he's exactly where he's meant to be. Doesn't matter that his mom is a great mom — and she is. And it doesn't matter if Demetrius sucks because Maru is nice even though he pushes her away half the time because he partially holds her to blame for the way he'd been treated after Robin got remarried. It doesn't matter.

None of it matters.

Because Sebastian knows that he's meant for more. Knows he's meant for something better than his basement room. Meant for more than being shoved downstairs to be forgotten, to be replaced. Knows he's smart, smart enough to get a good job in the city and get the hell out of Pelican Town. Knows he wants more than a quick fuck out of the girls he talks to.

And he knows, when his mom drags him down to the Temple of Yoba inside Abby's home to join the town on Winter Star, that Yoba hates him. He glares up at The Sign, and it almost feels like it taunts him as he glowers where he sits with his mom. The gold is brilliant, blinding with the sun beaming in, and he hates it.

But his mom doesn't. He can hear her murmuring a prayer beneath her breath, her hand pressed to the golden Sign that dangles from her neck. He can hear her asking Yoba for prosperity in the next year, for the whole family. 

But then, he hears, “And please, more than anyone, give Sebastian a sign. Show him you have a plan,” She asks, low beneath her breath as she asks Yoba for more. Which is odd, since the religion of Yoba has always been more of a silent thing. 

But his mom always asks. Always. And sometimes, she gets what she asks for.

He doesn't believe in Yoba, and he knows he's not the only one. Shane doesn't believe either, and for his yearly checkup with Harvey, the town’s doctor also doesn't seem too inclined to believe either. And for as much as he hates Alex, he can appreciate that the other guy also has a lack of faith.

But Robin believes in Yoba, and she reminds him, on the first day of Spring, that Yoba has a plan. And he's part of it.

Which is cryptic. 

Especially at ten in the morning when he's just woken up and pouring himself a lukewarm cup of coffee. 

“That's— Okay. Thanks, Mom,” He says, voice tired, and a little concerned for his mom’s mental stability as she walks out the door with her tool bag slung over her shoulder. Off to some job Lewis had commissioned her for. 

Work on the old farm, he recalls vaguely. She’d told him a week or so ago, when he’d been knee deep in code. 

That also doesn’t matter, he decides as he takes his steaming mug of coffee back downstairs with him. The farm on the West side of town had been empty for most of his life, and if he ever met the old farmer, he can’t remember. 

If anything, it probably got bought up by another old dude, He thinks as he settles into his desk chair, pulling up the project he’d had to pause last night when his vision had gotten so blurry he’d forced himself to bed. He goes back over the lines and lines of code he has written, finding more mistakes near his stopping point from the night before, fixing them and continuing with his project. The deadline is two weeks away, but he’s nothing if not determined to get the fuck out of Pelican Town and into Zuzu. 

Or at least out of the basement. Away from Demetrius.

Either one is good, as far as he’s concerned.

He codes well into the night again, and he gets his project done well ahead of schedule. Sending it off to his client and grabbing his pack of cigarettes, he heads out to the lake next to his house, and forgets all about his mom’s trip to the old farm earlier that day, and whatever she might have said about the new farmer. 

It doesn’t matter, after all.

But then it does. Because that Friday, when Sebastian meets up with Sam and Abby for a drink and a game of pool, they’re both talking about the farmer. About you. Like you’re Yoba, like you’re the Vessel for some benevolent power. 

He chalks it up to Small Town Reaction To New Neighbors™, and leaves it at that. He lets the two of them get their ranting out, and proceeds to kick Sam’s ass at billiards while Abby struggles through Journey of The Prairie King . 

He has to admit that he’s curious, mind wandering to the new farmer on his walk home. The night air is still chilly in the early Spring, biting at him even through his sweater. His cigarettes burning a little more on the way down in the cool air, and he relishes in it. 

When he was younger, still in high school and rebellious in the only ways he knew how, he’d chainsmoke until he made himself sick. Dubious therapy videos and time taught him that it was less rebellion and more a cry for help. And he’d wondered what kind of god would let a kid feel the way he had. 

He still wonders, sometimes, when he lets the thought creep in and he smokes too much weed too late at night. Wonders why Demetrius’s desire for a lab had trumped his need for a bedroom, why he’d been pushed down into the basement when Maru had gotten everything.

Silly, really, because he’d learned to love his basement bedroom in high school, when he’d realized what he could get up to with no one to hear him. 

Sometimes though, he’d find himself wishing he’d been caught. Like Sam or Abby, who’s parents cared, sometimes too much. 

Doesn’t matter, though. Not when he’s been building up his savings and he can almost afford the move even though he’s been able to almost afford the move for years now. 

He forgets about it over a bowl of weed.

He meets you by chance, a few weeks later, when the weather has gotten warmer and Spring has begun to give way to Summer. And he gets it, very suddenly, what Sam and Abby had been talking about. 

You’re– not quite real, it seems at first glance. But you notice him from across the lake as you emerge from the mines, bag slung over your shoulder. You’re glowing, and he blinks and chalks it up to it just being a trick of the light. You wave to him from across the lake and make your way around the lake towards him.

You close the distance shockingly fast, and as you approach the glow that surrounds you seems to grow stronger, and he wonders if it really is just a trick of the light.

“Hello, I’m (y/n),” You introduce, and you keep your hands firmly near your sides, “You must be Sebastian, right? Your mom, er, Robin told me about you when you moved in.”

“Oh.” He blinks at you, staring for a moment before he opens his mouth, choosing his words carefully, “You just moved in, right? Cool.”

You smile broadly at him, before twisting your bag on your shoulder, rummaging through it until you produce a stone. A perfect, tear shaped crystal rests in the flat of your palm as you offer your hand to him. When he takes it, it’s cool to the touch, and it doesn’t warm even when he sticks it in his pocket and says, “I really love this. How did you know?”

You merely smile at him, your hands back at your sides again, “Just a feeling,” You tell him, and his mother’s words from the first of Spring come rushing back to him.

“Huh,” He remarks, his own lips quirking up, “Must be a sign.”

“Must be.”

Sebastian doesn’t believe in Yoba, and he can’t call himself atheist, not anymore. Because even he recognizes a Sign when he sees one.

[saltbind]

top!sam fic recs? 😇

this is gonna be a long one folks. most of these won't have commentary, but if they're a particular favourite i'll add a little note. all of these are fics that i've saved out in my little fic discord server though, so they're ALL favourites on some level.

this is by no means exhaustive, so if you have something to suggest hit up the ask box.

Strong Black Vine by shaenie

"They are both pretty drunk when it finally happens. Not drunk enough to pretend they don't remember or even drunk enough to chalk it up to bad decision making. Just pure liquid courage drunk."

I recommend this every chance I get. BDSM fic of the ages - it doesn't fit all of my headcanons, but it's written so well that it doesn't have to in order to be one of my all time faves. Has versatility of all kinds but features some of the hottest top Sam you can imagine.

There Wolf, There Castle by alwaysthrowsscissors

"His heart stopped. Sam was on the ground buried under the werewolf, not moving. Dean’s knees slammed into the dirt by Sam’s side, hauling the dead body off of him. With a shaking hand, he jammed two fingers into his neck, his breath held, until he felt Sam’s strong pulse kick against his skin.

Dean wiped his brow and began his duty of looking Sam over, moonlight illuminating his sweaty skin. Sam’s forearm was braced across his chest, silver dagger still clutched in his fist. He gently tugged it out of his hand and tossed it aside. Sam’s jacket sleeve was bloodied, torn, and the sight sent Dean into a panic again.

“Oh, Jesus.” He ripped the sleeve open more and saw the ragged skin, crescent shapes in nearly a circle, tell-tale, fast-clotting blood.

In which Sam goes feral, turns his brother, and fucks him within an inch of his life."

Bloodlust by gracerene

"Sam and Dean have more than enough on their plate, what with the clock ticking down on Dean's deal and the host of demons that escaped from the Devil's Gate wreaking havoc across the country. But when a vampire hunt goes bad and the unimaginable happens, they have no choice but to rearrange their priorities and adapt if they want to survive."

Horror Movie Rules by submariner

Dean looks up from the peeling laminate countertop of the motel bathroom sink where he’s got Dad’s filthy rifle stripped down to parts. Sam’s leaning up against the doorframe, Dean’s rumpled flannel stretched tight over his shoulders. He smells teenage boy sharp, a face ripped from the star of any eighties slasher. Dean can feel the heat of him at his back. “Dean.”

“Sammy,” he says. Swallows the spit filling his mouth; dips the brush in solvent and starts scrubbing out the barrel.

“Got us tickets to the drive-in tonight.”

in which sam and dean go to a drive-in movie, but do very little movie-watching.

Y'all want some CNC roleplay with bonus feminisation? Say no more.

the constant vow by deadlybride

With Crowley apparently dead and Sam's soul back in place, even though Eve is a worry and Castiel's fighting a heavenly war, Sam and Dean at last have some space to get back to what passes (for them) as a normal life. They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

Fuck or die with gender fuckery that manages to still be an ode to commitment and intimacy.

Love Isn't All That It Seems (I've Been Sleepwalking) by Violet_Phoenix_Nebula

Deep in small town Texas, Dean is hit with a curse he has no hope of satisfying before his time limit runs out, unless Sam is willing to help him.

with hearts that are guilty, not remorseful by according2thelore

“I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.” It’s a fact, as plain as the day. The sky is blue. Their mother was killed by a demon. They hunt monsters. Sam wants Dean. “I’ve loved you for longer, I think.”

“God,” Dean’s voice is barely a whisper, raising a hand to grip his own hair by the roots and pulling. He looks absolutely wretched. “I fucked you up, didn’t I?”

and it's you that i want by according2thelore

"You know that’s not what I meant.” Mr. Smith says into the phone, and he sounds exhausted. Sam doesn’t turn around, trying to give him as much privacy as possible, even if it’s imagined.

Sam throws his whole body weight into his next pull of the handle, feeling the budding sweat from earlier as a full-body wave, pricking at his neck and armpits and forehead.

Nothing. The door doesn’t budge. Sam’s trapped.

Or: Sam Wesson gets stuck in a supply closet with his boss, who's hiding out to fight with his girlfriend. Sensing the available omega that Sam's been into for months, Sam goes into an early rut.

To the Core by dornfelder

Addressing the issue, Winchester style.

Dom top Sam lovingly forcing Dean to admit to shit.

reclamation by deadlybride

Once they're finally on the same page again, once things are okay, Sam realizes there's just one thing missing.

unholy bones by whiskeycherrypie

“Why would he mind that? No offense, Cas, but everything we've seen angels do doesn't really fall in line with what we think of as Christian morality, you know.”

Sam, Dean and co. find a solution to the Michael problem.

Enchantment by doctor__idiot

For three days Sam has been leaving the bunker and returning a couple hours later, smelling like perfume and sex.

You put the Magic in Me by orphan_account

“This is the weirdest thing we’ve ever done for a case,” Dean says under his breath, leaning into Sam and scouting the crowd gathered around a dozen tables inside the little café.

“Dude, relax,” Sam says back, eyebrows raising at his brother’s nervous energy. “I thought this would be, like, your thing.” He gestures vaguely to the women milling around inside. A long, vividly red banner hangs across the open french doors that lead into the space, emblazoned with the words The Oolong Tea Room Presents: Lonely Hearts Club Speed Dating! Feb 11-14th!

Or; in which Sam and Dean learn a thing or two about chemistry.

Crossed Wires by rivkat

Angst, Dean thinking Sam is dead, communication through dreams, and a happy ending.

Like A Wheel, Gonna Spin It by leonidaslion

In which there is a motorcycle, but Dean is the one being ridden...

Honorary threesome rec, because you have top Sam AND top Clay (Jared's character in Friday the 13th).

I have to live here by Goshen

“Have you been doing laundry? Where are all my boxers?”

Dean kept walking right into this stuff. Sam weighed his options and spoke carefully.

“Half your boxers are in the second drawer of my dresser. You didn’t like going to get clean underwear, in the morning, so you made me clear out a drawer for you.” He paused. “I’ve got a drawer in your room, too.”

Dean looked physically pained. “That… can’t be true.”

Sam sighed and went back to his book. “I know you don’t remember, but we had a lot of sex. You’re gonna have to trust me.”

You're Speaking My Language (It's You) by pawmunkey

Now that things were a little more settled in their lives with a home to call their own, Sam starts getting introspective.

He stumbles upon a book in their expansive library titled "The Five Love Languages: The Secret to Love That Lasts".

And well, they never really had great role models for love and relationships. Sam takes it upon himself to change that.

He unintentionally changes the rest of their lives, too.

24 hours by spndeansammylov

Supernatural meets Saw. In an empty room stood a glass box. Tall and wide enough for two men to stand in. But nothing more.

Drive Me Crazy, Baby by bladefucker

Sam asks Dean to cock warm him for as long as he can handle it. But of course they can't do anything without being silly and clumsy about it.

when i'm down on my knees you're how i pray by chinablue

It’s not as if Sam doesn’t know what makes Dean tick, after all. He can’t have forgotten all the fantasies Dean has shared with him over the years, even the really nasty, violent ones that flushed Sam's cheeks a glaring scarlet, evoked awed responses like "Jesus, Dean, you’re really into stuff like that?" Dean didn't mind - quite liked watching Sam squirm, actually - and he'd long since accepted that he’d likely never get Sam on board with acting out the more grisly tales buried deep in his spank bank. But then again, Sam is different since he...

Dean still can’t use the words “Sam” and “died” together in the same sentence.

Dust in the Basement by wrenseroticlibrary_archivist

What’s worse than being trapped in a confined space with a sex curse? Being trapped in a confined space with a sex curse and a soulless brother who’s also ready to rut the nearest thing with a pulse.

Romanticised non-con with a soulless Sam and trans Dean.

Betelgeuse by hellhoundsprey

The hex bag never burned. 

About A Boy alternate end, deliciously fucked up.

No Stranger by bloodwrites

Dean gets cursed by a witch, and Sam is the only one who can help.

I Could Tell You Why by Nutkin

Sam and Dean fuck out the tension after the events of "Scarecrow."

Miami by astolat

Miami was awesome. Miami in spring break season was fucking awesome. Not that Sam appreciated any of that.

Like Staring Into the Sun by nyxocity

It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them.

The Bite of Knowledge by theproblematique

Omegas can tell when alphas are attracted to them. It's a survival mechanism.

After years of buildup, Dean finally realizes that Sam is attracted to him.

It's a shitshow.

nothing was the same by orphan_account

They aren't lying to each other anymore. They aren't lying to themselves. Keeping with that sentiment, Sam licks his lips and doesn't even try to tell himself the sight before him isn't a wet dream come true.

Sloppy Seconds by Anonymous

5 times Sam gets sloppy seconds and one time he has Dean all for himself. (Or, 11 times Dean has sex.)

Prison Bitch by orphan_account

Dean hesitated for a split second before remembering that this whole thing was his idea in the first place. Sam had adamantly refused to take part in all of this, but Dean had pushed it until Sam had no choice but to comply. No matter how easily Sam seemed to fall into the role, Dean only had himself to thank for being in this position.

Two Pieces of the Gallows by nigeltde

Sam fucks up. Dean has to deal with it.

Some Kind of Strange Magic by lustmordred

It may not have to mean anything, but they aren’t just two guys stuck in an impossible situation. They’re them and uncommonly attached to one another, so it will mean something and they both know it. This will change them and Dean can’t really blame Sam for suddenly being afraid to move.

femme by deadlybride

Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

Hymenated - Demon by forlovedones

Demon Dean is loose in the bunker and stalking his Alpha through the halls. Maybe there'd be time to fuck Sam's brains out first, before he bashed them in with the hammer.

All Their Favorite Rags are Worn by orbiting_saturn

The truth is, Dean wants someone to see him, even if that someone is his fifteen year old brother who will probably go into paroxysms over his tough-ass brother in a pair of pretty pink panties.

The Hottest Blue by submariner

It wasn’t until about eight months after Jess had died that Sam got a real erection.

or,

usually it takes a lot of work, to convince Dean he’s going to like something. Sam’s willing to put in the hours.

Under the Noble Trickster by Atanih88

In which Dean has to help work a coyote spirit out of his brother.

Vagabondage by rivkat

A transient life means that sometimes improvisation is called for.

The Last Shreds of Resistance by flyingsolo_flyingfree

As much as he fervently tries to avoid it, Sam has imagined all the different ways it could happen, all of the ways he and Dean could finally give in. As it turns out, it's a witch named Audrey.

Keeping Count by leonidaslion

Good things come to those who wait...

Taste Every Fruit by thatsakitkat

There's no real words to describe how feeding Sam feels. Dean thinks it might be better than orgasms, but it's a whole different kind of pleasure, one that makes him feel sleepy and proud of himself for being able to take care of his brother this way. Everything feels right in the world, all Dean's problems taken away in the gentle pulls of Sam's mouth.

Sight Lines by kickflaw, kissyn

Dad's on a hunt, Dean's acting strange, and Bilton, NY, is the last place on earth Sam imagined he would figure out how to make everything fit right.

Rabbit Hole by doctor__idiot

Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.

And Other Poison Devils by thatsakitkat

Sam steps in again, buries his face in Dean's neck and grabs at his back, his ass, torso hot and sweaty against Dean's. Dean tries to catch his breath, fighting every urge to jump away from Sam; has to save his brother, and there's only one way, one way and Dean has to fucking let it happen.

On Your Guard by theproblematique

After the existence of the supernatural became common knowledge, the general public turned to hunters for answers. This group of unsung heroes, who had lived in the shadows for so long, was thrust into superstardom overnight and looked to for safety above all else. Among them, no hunter was more famous than Dean Winchester: a fan-favorite American icon who helped banish all demons from Earth. His mysterious younger brother, however, had been absent from the public eye for years.

[neoptlemus]

Things I noticed about Jett Dawson's imitation art because he's my favorite character from PJEG and for some reason I'm only reliable with making fun theories and finding facts when it's my favorite character Uh without my normal typing quirk because I wanna be taken seriously

I mean first thing I noticed other than "Oh my god closest thing to seeing his face" was that he has no hands??

My personal reading on it was his accident of his last race, either

a) Fumbled while turning the wheel or shifting gears out of an excited burst of energy that he's gonna win, and that's how he ended up getting blown up

b) Purposely cheated to get first place that put the other racers in danger and got them in an accident that he ended up in as well

I think the second theory is a bit more plausible because of the theme of confession. Speaking of the word, I, along with absolutely everybody in the world pointed out that he's holding a trophy saying "CONFESS" and "HERE LI—" (presumably "here lies blah blah blah")

Second thing that goes into the theme of confession is underneath his right shoulder pad, it says "TELL THEM THE ...." It kinda looks like it says "TELL THEM THE TEVHI" but lets just assume it says "Tell them the truth"

Uh I don ' t know how to get into the next thing but the flame has the word "WHY" inside of it in multiple times. It's also all over the rest of the piece, but I think it's most noticeable in the fire

Also on his neck it says "IT HURTS"

Turn your brightness up or something if you can't see it 😇

The reflection in his trophy is totally him just out of the suit. The figure in the reflection is wearing the same hoodie that Jett's been depicted in before when not in his suit by the same artist

That's like all I have for just Jett but on the PJEG Discord server, user lapisladzuli said that it could also just be him as a kid and the suit is too big and his sleeves are too big rather than him not having any hands (Unless I read their entire message wrong then sorry)

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Sorta off topic-sorta on topic- I noticed a lot of the Imitation art and now Echo art have a shared component of mirrors and/or reflection. Either that's on purpose or Nifast just likes drawing reflective things

Examples or whatever Go look at all of them yourself, you'll see what I'm talking about

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the snake deity of deceit. ﹚: zhào talisen  164 .𖹭 ݁

. . . scary? my god you’re divine !! 🍒 : “ i am the face that stares back at you in the mirror, tormenting you before your heart shatters like the millions of glass pieces that previously occupied the golden mirror frame you built for yourself ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 164

꒰ species ꒱ corrupt snake god, primordial rhytraari

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese 

꒰ age ꒱ unknown ( millennia )

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ isfp

꒰ alias ꒱ copper resentment, the copper rhytaari, copper primordial rhytaari, copper wrath ( by ecpd 781 ), copper siren, copper boy, the great snake, the serpent of the lake, duckling, emerald’s right hand, ( shrimpie ♡ )

꒰ story ꒱ 

a master of lies - the deity of deciet and great destruction. serpent to most, siren to some - a mad god is what he actually is.

a being of chaos, a chaos that hungers forever and on — craving discord and destruction, awakened by this. . . underlying hatred for the world, a hatred unknown. what caused this to stir in the first place?

taking form of a giant serpant that many write about in their numerous mythologies across the eras. too busy sucking out the souls from their physical bodies and luring them into the waters of his river, his lake. tearing them open and degrading them from entering the vicinity. stupid humans, stupid, stupid mortals.

why enter the ever dawn when it is rumored to be a place where none come out of once they enter? was their deaths not enough to satisfy their knowledge, did they truly have to go search? stupid, mortal, creature.

the being has no love for this world. . . why?

who is to say?

none will, the mouths that were once able to are dirt filled and bone now.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

copper eyes with maroon undertones. slitted pupils 

long, straight black hair that trails behind him, he often has it up in some form of a half-bun. has copper streaks in his hair 

tan skin with copper glimmers all over his body. has copper freckles all over his face. androgynous and sharp facial features  

7’11” tall ( 241.3 cm ) with a slender figure 

hands ad forearms are stained in copper colouring 

snake features, such as eyes, fangs and general features 

rows of sharp teeth and an elongated tongue 

sharp talons 

typically dresses in lots of traditional clothes in regards to his culture. especially long, elegant hanfus

gold and copper chains and necklaces all around him. on his clothing as well 

red painted lips 

copper and gold bracelets crafted with opals and pearls 

lobe and upper lobe ear piercings 

gold nose ring 

midline tongue piercing 

opal navel piercing

can turn into a giant snake that often dwells within lakes and water bodies

 

꒰ personality ꒱

alluring and charming, a silver-tongued, cunning and deceptive being which thrives off of discord and feeds on resentment.

carries himself in an eerily calm manner, an effortless cool confidence following wherever he may step.

when displaying wrath and malice, it is usually put into a serene and calm font, his enchanting voice misleading you into false safety.

deceitful, loves spinning the truth and playing mind games on people.

sinister — you find him often delighting in chaos, unafraid to step on a few eggs if it means he can have his way.

a master of manipulation, the rhitaari indulges in sadism of the highest degrees and often gives into his violent tendencies.

a sociopath, far from forgiving.

eager to put people in their place and remind them of his power, all with a smile on his face, laced with kindness.

he is patient, yet determined and willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

in spite of his general aura of elegance and control, talisen can be quite erratic and even impulsive; something that can lead to catastrophic evens.

despite his malevolence, the rhitaari can as a matter of fact extend kindness to those he deems worthy of it. he does not fancy hurting the innocent. . . unless they can be used as leverage.

he is a possessive man, and has a tendency to grow beyond obsessive over the ones who hold his heart, which can result in quite the yandere behaviors from him.

though, he may be this confident being, it all ultimately falls short when the deeper parts of his soul are observed.

he is deeply wounded from the past. ashamed and guilty from the choices that he made and commit to. . . though, the show must go on, must it not?

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

sweet and gentle with a lover, caring and nurturing

so many possessive undertones, hidden well by his deceptive behaviour. he is most definitely yandere esque. wants you all for himself — so that he can put you into his and his husbands’ cottage, and keep you there. where you can just simply be, and enjoy life them

always doing his best to assure that you are feeling good. and when you are not he’s immediately running to you to bring you comfort or whatever it is that you may need

dances you around the cottage or the forest grove, singing soft melodies to you

composes many poems and songs for you

very touch starved man, which means his hands are always resting on you, whether it be your hips, waist, thighs, shoulders — anything he can touch really

when you are not around him to touch, cuddle or simply speak to — he gets irritated very quickly

can be extremely teasing and flirty. especially with his words and touches. can get exceptionally touchy

can pretty much the definition of a puppy that forgets how big it really is. randomly picking you up and slinging you around gently, or simply just holding you close, stealing kisses and randomly throwing you into bed to cuddle

expect lots of random midnight walks

sooooo many kisses and huggles through the day

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

alluring song and beauty: his songs and beauty are enchanting, much like that of a siren. he is able to put people in trances with this and lure them to their watery demise.

he is proficient with enchantments, and often uses them for his mischievous deeds, causing discord and chaos wherever he may step foot. also uses enchantments to his advantage as a way of drawing in wanderers and onlookers into his river.

illusions: born with these illusionary powers even before he was a rhytaari, he has now mastered the skill of creating entire empires in one simple flick of the wrist. this means when you walk into one of his illusionary fields you may experience intense brain fog, nausea and start hallucinating, as you are walking into something that is seemingly real but isn’t. he uses this method to also lure people to him and kill them.

charms: he has taught himself charms throughout his years, using them to make people tell him things when they refuse to do so.

teleportation: the ability to travel from one place to another instantly, with so much as a thought. this includes multiversal and realm teleportation.

silver tongue: something he has always wielded, he can be both incredibly deceptive and convincing. able to work his way around someone’s head and pull at them like the strings of a puppet. he is talented in the ways of manipulation.

mind-reading: the ability of telepathy, however, he can only do such if he is deeply connected to the person or know the person very well.

shapeshifting: the ability to shift his form into whatever he so desires, this can range from different people and beings to animals.

divinity: he is considered to be a corrupt god and therefore obtains catastrophic abilities, that of which allows him to quite literally have the ability to rip into universes

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

. . . 

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

rishen herrera: husband, best friend, ‘deceased’ ( dies and reincarnates repeatedly )

alessio agresta: husband, work partner.

1311 rishen herrera: boyfriend, different universe ( verse 1311 )

9948e rishen herrera: close friend, different universe ( verse 9948e )

9948v rishen herrera: close friend. . . different universe ( verse 9948v )

zhào talisen: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 781 )

zhào jìngyì: bullying victim, variant, deceased, different universe ( verse 9948e )

209 jìngyì herrera: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 209 )

1311 jìngyì agresta: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 1311 )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he can turn into a small duckling when visiting people that he is fond of.

he is omnilingual yet his preferred languages are english and chinese ( mandarin )

he also knows all sign-language

he torments his variants ( doppelgangers ) across the multiverse, projecting his self-hatred onto them

he smokes with a kiseru pipe.

owns several familiars who were left behind by previous owners.

he can travel the multiverse with no restrictions.

[sweettoothvn]

Heyyy so im kinda new here and i think the characters look really cool and interesting but im struggling to get the dynamics and story. Is there like a FAQ i havent seen or a way to catch up on the basics of the story. If not can i get a tiny description of each character and what they do? thanku and have a good dayy <3

Hi! Yeah typically the stories can be mixed around in certain places on the blog; along with the fact that some things are outdated and changed and when we answer questions about the characters its generally not the right questions. If we ever do drop an art piece and they have a hint in it it’s technically a gamble if anyone notices and wants an expansion on it -w-.Anything related to the story is typically under the #sweet tooth lore along with the fact that we also have a discord where more questions are asked, and you can get a deeper synopsis https://discord.gg/bHr46kz6

Anything for the basis of wanting to learn more about the world building we have an audio called “Story Time” that gives a good sum of where the setting is, The game map and soon to be more concept art sheets our artist are working very hard to complete!

But strictly for the characters here’s a list:

Andre Lopez: He’s the oldest of the group and lives in South Texas! You won’t find him too often in the Intrepid due to numerous reasons. He has his own ranch and teaches horse riding lessons especially during the Summer. He has a younger sister named Mika, his mother's name is Elvita and an Uncle who helped raise him. He lives by himself with his pitbull Pepper and two bots BUG and CH35T3R. Don’t put him and Noble in the same room together unless you would like to pick up bullet casings and clean blood off the floor.

Casey Dang: He’s the youngest of the group and the most naive. He’s apart of the band Snake Eyes as the drummer and his parents are well known candy makers in Bhaavana! He has an older brother but hasn't seen him in quite a while. He enjoys bright colors, clowns, and sharing his family's candy with others. Despite his cheerful demeanor and friendly attitude, he is a bit of a kleptomaniac and trouble-maker.

Chrysanthemum (Chrys) Cortez- the hyperactive plant lover with an arson addiction. Ironic, but it’s hilariously a family tradition! She grew up with Andre and David since they were in diapers and helps her brother at Boutanique when she feels like it can. She has 7 members of her family, but that soon drop to 5 due to unknown reasons, and she used to date Baston Tenko! But…it didn’t end on great terms.

Zacherie Bautista— One word to sum him up: Pervert. He is a fantastic NSFW mangaka artist along with working as a Resident Nurse in one of Corpus's many hospitals. He is the oldest twin to Kieran, but is seen to be forgotten occasionally by his own family. If taking care of yourself were a lifeline he’s definitely the one to pull the plug; and if he’s not working his brother is dragging him around left and right like he’s a carry-on. Working at the hospital is the only thing he has to prove that he’s worthy of something and it’s been going well— until there was a transfer.

Kieran Bautista— The looks and attitude a narcissist claims proudly. Besides being the youngest twin he’s also the lead singer and founder of the band Snake Eyes. He’s the cause of almost every bar fight in the Wild Witch especially if it’s a rival band; he and Noble are FWB, but more friends than anything. He’s banned from setting foot on Valrose and did I mention he also has an ex he screwed over and then sabotages to try and get her back? Well I did now.

Eddie Young— If there was any other person that would autistically scream, he could fight God and win it’s him. He comes from one clusterfuck of a household. He is the ‘adopted’ eldest of nine children and his four parents are massively wanted by the Nexus government. He’s a bootleg Snow White, and also a student of Valrose and is roommates with David. Trouble is attached to him like a magnet and it’s always his compass that leads him to it.

David Mikhailov— What happens when you mix a God complex with alcohol addiction? You get him. David is a participation trophy golden child after certain events in his family, led him to being put in the spotlight to make them look ‘proud’. Though he grew up with Andre and Chrys he’s not as close to them as he used to be and the only one that seems to break into that mold of his is one of Eddie's sisters, Becca. He respects her enough to consider his best friend. Because he is the selected Heir of Omniscience from Zoreen herself that put him in danger. But it didn’t really last too long when the organization his family falls under gave him an annoying experienced guardian to work his last nerve.

Noble Dupont— He is the child of the Priestess that runs the Church of SOI. He has 7 sisters, but the ones that he stays with at the bakery and prefers are Winnie and Sylvie. He's also the middle child. He’s in an on and off again relationship with his girlfriend Rainn and "self-medicates" most of his problems away. You would mostly be able to find him hanging around Kieran or Naomi, and he gets a thrill off of frightening Eddie and David. The only ones that actually look over or don’t know of what he does would be Chrys and Casey, but sometimes it’s hard not to assume what he is typically up too.

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obligatory "what's the deal with click clack's mask" hc post

cobbled together from discord messages that i only Just Now remembered but ANYWAY. i do not think the mask symbolizes click clack's dissatisfaction/disconnect/insecurity wrt his True Face so much as it is like, a Physical representation of the delineation between one's public persona versus all the shit they do Not advertise about themelves, whether that's because it's less "appealing" or simply for safety reasons. bc like - being a god is perhaps The most public type of public figure you can be. going into that with no security/delineation between what you Choose to show to people and what people end up seeing is uh. fucking Terrifying if you are not prepared for it. especially if you work in entertainment and have colleagues/friends with their own litany of horror stories abt obsessive fans and predatory contracts and such. hence the mask. hell i'd say even thespius practices something like this to a MUCH less extreme degree, i.e. the "one eye closed Unless you feel safe enough to be vulnerable for a sec" thing.

of course it is a double-edged sword. even seasoned professionals can fall into the trap of thinking that this public persona is their Better Self. (*cough* especially if they receive advice telling them that if they focus on Marketability ™️ it will give the most important person in their life everything they deserve And More *cough*). without saying too much i think it's probably been weeks since click clack's last taken that mask off by the time the game starts and that. Is not normal for him lol. or at least it has not Been normal for him for a very long time. additionally i like the idea that the mask Is detachable, but the longer he wears it the harder it is to take off, so he’s gotta keep a Balance by taking it off when he's alone. i don't know what the consequences for keeping it on would Be but i know the first time he tries to take it off post-game they gotta pry that thang off with a crowbar.

[covenofagatha]

argh i miss you miss covenofagatha! it's been torturous and i hope you've been doing well ☺️ I've been so very busy (and i also started playing valorant again which means i spend most of my time raging at incompetence not only at work/school but in my down time as well) so i once again apologise for not filling your inbox with asks...

so, from my experience cooped up at the table with my headphones on, here are two brainworms for us to mull over :

-secretary!reader who teases jennifer barkley in meetings, wearing no panties under your skirt. she sees you stain the fabric of the cushioned chair with your leaking arousal, and has to try her damn best to ignore the growing arousal and sheer possessiveness that overwhelms her. she's sitting opposite you, and the only one in the room with a clear view of your glistening cunt, but god it pisses her off to know that any one of the other people in the room could see her pet at the right angle. obviously, she has to teach you a lesson about who you belong to, and more importantly, how not to be a dirty whore while she's at her very important work. the moment everyone else files out, she bends you over her lap and spanks, with you whining miserably as she pauses every few spanks to lean down and give your cunt little kitten licks just to tease you back. she makes you grind your wet cunt on the same rough chair you stained at the beginning of the meeting, making you rut against it knowing fully well you won't be able to cum at all unless she does something.

-g!p gamer reader with brat! agatha who gets awfully needy while you're gaming on call with your friends, who crawls over and works herself up just while staring at you play. it doesn't matter if it's minecraft or overwatch or stardew valley etc, she just riles herself up at the look of you so focused against the table, laser focused on the screen, and the way your hands look (and most of all, how they look inside her). to satiate herself, she moves to straddle you, arms wrapping around you. you don't think much of it, letting her settle in on her own, though you plant soft kisses on her skin every so often just for her to know how much you love her. (you also decide to lock in on the game so you can impress her, even if her back is facing the monitor.)

unfortunately for you, she gets more riled up than anything, and you don't spare her a glance when she slides from your grasp and down on her knees in front of you, licking her lips as she eyes your clothed crotch needily. you're in the middle of fighting an enemy, and she's upset you don't even look at her. obviously, she has to do something about you getting so invested in your game that you've forgotten about what truly matters (her). she pulls your boxers down and you gasp, jerking involuntarily and losing. your friends call you out for your fumble and you have to come up with a half hearted excuse, caught between maintaining composure and also letting her keep going. she revels in every stutter, every squeak, every warning you give her that gets weaker and weaker each time. she loves pushing your buttons (and, well, sucking them) so it's no surprise when the moment you hit the disconnect button on discord, you're done. your fingers clasp around her throat roughly, just to guide her out of the cramped gap under your desk, and she groans at the gentle pressure alone. you command her to "suck." and she obliges readily, and she's so damn wet at how you treat her like a toy, and you're hard at how pliant she gets once she's past her brattiness. she cums when you shoot your load in her mouth, and you're in awe of just how fucking desperate she is that she came just from sucking you off. she looks at you with the prettiest little eyes, and something ignites in you, telling you that you need to fuck her till the brat's eyes roll back into her head.

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also, i agree on the dryhumping (so so hot) and casual dominance (also so hot), i think if you wrote it I'd probably get wet on the spot (though i do already). seeing the kitten and puppy anons get so needy in your asks are also adorable haha.

I'd like to check if you'd mind if i sent asks that were... well.... not horny. aka : would you still love me if i wasn't a brainworm™ LMFAOO, sometimes I'd just like to chat with you dear 💜.

perfectly fine if you don't want to, because trust me, i have plenty of horny to share withthe class. (very very much looking forward to hogwarts prof agatha, by the way.) hope you're doing alright!

-lots of love, worm anon 😆

Ahhhh omg worm anon I missed you too

I NEED to write more Jen Barkley (also had someone mention g!p Jen and YES)

I did not know brat!Agatha could be so hot but like something about muscular, gamer g!p reader and bratty bottom Agatha is really doing something to me

And as much as I love and look forward to your horny asks, I would be delighted to just chat!

Hope you're having a good night or whatever time it is for you 💜