#Like the designs are valid but the lore is not (╥﹏╥)

[bird-bureau]

Sorry to be a dragon age complainer on main. It will happen again

[to-resist-the-call-of-the-void]

Fahrenheit: Update Color Ref Sheet.

Fahrenheit (Fish Head) Ref Sheet. (More Ref’s + Fun Facts under the cut)

[amethystheartsx]

| I am in love and deep shit |

A tale of self-indulgence, affections and vengeance.

Part 1

SelfawareAu, isekai, vengeful mc. 8k words. LADS x nonmc!reader

AN: phew I finalllllyyyyyy got the first part done. I had a different idea but when people loved the vengefulMC arc so much I just had to redo the whole thing.

Summary:- you died and got isekai into LADS. Chapter 1: basically a crash out. Chapter 2: you meet the guys. Chapter 3: Lore?

Chapter 1: THE AWAKENING.

Pain.

Unbridled and sharp pain courses through your entire body as if it had been dispersed through the air and reassembled. You rolled off the soft plush of the bed and threw up a string of curses dropped softly from your mouth "fucking hell, I ain't ever gonna touch anything they give me ever again," you mumble to yourself.

Dazed and trembling you barely manage to stand up and look around. A vague sense of familiarity bound with the reality that this was not your room invokes sheer feelings of panic and fear. "no way, no fucking- WHAT THE FUCK"

The moment you realized you were not in your place, you had a very valid crash out, screaming and crying and banging on the door, demanding to be let out or else you would scream so loud the dead would- oh.

The door was not locked.

You were alone, you made sure of it. There wasn't a sign of another person, at least not one of a man. Everything in that apartment looked like it belonged to women, from the furnishing to the clothes that were present. It was a cozy and homey space with high-tech appliances that didn't sit right.

In the middle of desperately looking for your phone, you passed by a huge window; by now, you were alert enough to notice the difference.

You lived in a quiet, peaceful and clean town, nothing close to the sight in front of you, "wow!" Even in the current situation, you were mesmerized.

Tall skyscrapers, with fancy designs, streets, and roads unlike you have ever seen before. Forget the town. You were sure your country didn't have anything like that. "Am I in a different country?!? Did somebody fucking smuggle me- oh my- I am gonna throw up again" That feeling of sickness swarmed in your stomach when you theorized that you maybe were on a different continent altogether. 

Oh, you sweet summer child.

Just like that, you had another very valid crash out. In a fit of irrational haste you tried to make a run for it going straight to the front door but of course...it had a lock, and you had no idea how it worked you tried it once and then twice only to fail both times, scared you might screw up and alert the wrong people if you keep punching random buttons you stepped back, taking few deep breaths because Rash decisions were no help.

Now you were locked in.

Entering a spacious bathroom you went straight to find a mirror. Checking your whole body; you had felt such immense pain when you woke up. Surely there must be something wrong. All your fears died down when you didn't find any sign of injury or trauma. Absolutely nothing, only for it to now be replaced entirely by confusion. "The...the accident," you whispered, feeling perplexed. The images were still there; you were bleeding and severely injured, but right now, you stand here, all fine and pristine. Just how long were you out?

-----

"If this is some kind of practical joke, it isn't funny," you said out loud. You have been doing that for a while now as you searched for your damned phone. "maybe for you it is but the moment I catch you, you will wish I had died instead" Making threats to your imaginary kidnappers was turning more and more frustrating, tearing apart whatever was left of your sanity, a part of you regretted reading all those dark romance obsessed stalker fictions because look what happened.

Tired and parched from taking out loud so much, you went to the kitchen, the fridge, and the pantry fully stacked. You did find a cellular device, but your joy was short-lived since it was powered off due to a low battery. The charger was nearby, and you did not waste a second to plug it in.

Finally, a ray of hope had shined up on you.

While the phone charged, you started paying more attention; your focus was entirely on looking for your phone, but now that you had your 'kidnapper' phone, you decided to look for more clues about your whereabouts, and the best way to do that was through the news channel.

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“Good morning, Linkon City! I’m Seliha Ramona, and you’re watching Linkon City News—bringing you the latest updates to start your day.

Something strange happened while most of us were asleep. Late last night, a mysterious energy flux wave passed over the entire city. No power outages, no disruptions—just a brief, unexplainable pulse of energy that left scientists scratching their heads and residents wondering if they dreamed it. So, what was it? A natural anomaly? Perhaps a wandered attack? Or something else entirely? We’ll be diving into what we know so far, right after the break.”

Any other sound emitting from the screen fell deaf to your ears as your knees gave out and you fell limp on the floor.

"no, no, no, no wakeup, wakeup, wake,p, wakeup, wake..up the wake. Up wake...." your eyelids grew heavy, and the room spun as you babbled incoherent words.

-----

When you regained consciousness again, the TV was still on. Something played on it, maybe the advertisement for some products you knew jack shit about. As you lay there on the cold hard ground, you don't bother turning it off; the noises keep you grounded. 

One would expect another wave of valid crash out but it never came. Your staggered breath and half-opened eyes were the only signs of life emitting from your body as you lay there...

Numb.

Once the irregular breath became steady you opened your eyes and welcomed the darkness. The sky outside had darkened, taking away the main source of light from the apartment. You stare blankly at the screen, not watching what it shows. A part of you had hoped to wake up in your world, surrounded by your things and people much to your dismay.

After you had actively accepted the fact that you were in Linkon City, a made-up place of a virtual world, you found the strength to sit up and then stand on your own two feet and hurry towards the device you had left to charge. 

As you go through that phone, something inside you churns as it vibrates continuously, notifications one after the other. 

Tara

yevone

Grayson

And others so you didn't care for you scrolled down pausing till you found .... them.

Dr. Mcdreamy

pretty fishie

eepy baby

handsome boy

Colonel bbg.

Your hands shake and you put the phone down, smart enough to make the connections. You were in the game; this was the apartment designed for MC, and this phone belonged to MC, but the question remains...

Where was she?

But wait...

Aren't you MC? Have you just taken her place but how? How in the ever-burning hell did you get inside the game? And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

The phone was useless now; you couldn't reach out to anyone; what would you even say?

"yes hello! See your world and everything you know is fake but me, I am real, and I decided how the fate of your world goes because it is all a game for me, but I am kind of stuck in the game right now so like? Do me a solid and help a sis out?"

Yeah no, that is not very smart.

-----

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror again, face wet with the cold water you splashed on your face.

"lucid dreaming," you give yourself a thumbs up to a viable theory. "Ugh, no, I only tried it once when I was 15...shifting perhaps? No, what am I even? ARGH-" You pull on your hair in frustration, and then it hits you.

Hard like the truck that killed you.

"coma! I am in a coma," you jumped. "Yes, now that makes sense. I got in an accident and fell into a coma!" Yes, you were pacing around talking out loud to yourself like a maniac, but it is all very valid in your given situation. "I just need to find a lamp and stare at it!"

Long story short. That didn't work.

You were looking up the internet for methods to wake up from a coma, but the best you could find were cases when patients woke up when they realized they were in a state of dream; self-awareness was something that may help a patient wake up. If not that, there were other medical ways that you were sure did not exist in your world. Whatever hope you had left was now in the hands of the doctor of your world.

Pushing the sleek laptop away, you lay back on the couch. "Now what?" you say out loud. "Well, if I am here, I might as well..."

Chapter 2: THE RE-INTRODUCTION

The hunter uniform looks good on you. It was a brand-new day, and staying in that apartment would not answer your questions. Tara had texted you the most. You made up Some excuse about being sick, but there hasn't been one text from....them.

Your heartbeat picked up at the thought of them, millions of questions running through your mind: will they recognize you as MC? Will they show you the same affection as they show her? How will it be? What if they know you are not the MC but an imposter? Because let's be real, no matter how hard one tries, you can't make your MC look exactly like you. The game didn't even have the right option to do your hair right!!!! MC is just 10 times prettier version of you with vaguely resembling features, so would they really know its you?!

Well, only one way to find out.

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Turns out the lock on the door had an option of a biometric system in case of emergencies. Much, to your joy, it accepted your fingerprint so that answered your first question. You were in the place of MC!

You opened the door, took a deep breath, and stepped out; you went to the elevator.

Pressed the button and waited.

The elevator stops.

The door opens.

Nothing prepares you for the sight in front of you.

Standing there in all his glory was the sweet beloved neighbor, Xavier.

The tall, starry-eyed man looks at you as if he had seen something marvelous, a vision so puzzling he couldn't even breathe right.

You were in awe, too; you thought he was pretty on screen, but right now, you wanted nothing else but to hold him and find the solace in his arms that you knew he could bring you. It was as if he had been harvested from the sun it self, molded into perfection as a beacon of strength

The trance is broken when the elevator door starts closing and Xavier shoots his arm out to stop it "You-"

"Hi Xavier!! It's me! ymcn" you chirped, sounding a little too cheerful to be real, so smooth of you. "ymcn?" he tilts his head in confusion. 

Oh no, is he catching on already. the thought made you gulp. "Ah, you know your neighbor and very good Friend. You said stepping inside the elevator

Very smooth

Xavier graciously made space for you, his eyes scrutinizing, studying your every move and actions, he seemed to be on high alert and that scared you shit less. “So another day at work huh” you tried to make small talk feeling nervous but giddy, playing with the lobe of your ear, a dumb habit since childhood when you get awkward.

And finally, finally that guy cracks a smile.

“You really do that huh” be said his eyes suddenly brightening up with mirth, putting you at ease but you were confused “uh I do what-” you couldn't finish your sentence when Xavier suddenly reached out and pulled you flush into him.

Your brain shuts down.

He was so warm and despite his size, very huggable too. He seemed bigger then the description but then again you had taken infolds description with a grain of salt when they said Sylus was 6 '2 pfft.

It wasn't until you actually hugged him back that you noticed he was trembling “Xavier?” You questioned, trying to pull away only for him to tighten his grip “am sorry, just need to hold you right now” he mumbles face pressed in you neck making your heart flutter, it was hard not to jump at him and hopefully trigger the freaky Xavier to come out and play. You really questioned your morals at that moment. “Is everything alright Xavier” you asked again once you gathered yourself, noticing the fact that he’d squeeze you ever so gently every time you say his name “am good just…just need a hug”. He was so endearing, you can't be blamed for the way you just melt in his arms. “Awh sweetie, a difficult hunting mission?“ You asked, rubbing his back, a soft cooing sound from your lips that made Xavier dig his fingers in the softness of your waist and take a sharp breath. “ Uh I-” Before he could form a coherent sentence, the elevator door opened. You quickly pushed him off, you were at the ground level now and people needed to board on as well.

The moment you exited the elevator Xavier's finger found your wrist again holding it firmly, keeping you in place. You turned to see him and he was looking down at your body, not in a lustful way but observant. Still the fact he was looking at you like that made you blush “uh Xavier” you poke his side and his head snaps up to your face “oh I uh I am so sorry” he was aware of his staring…just not truly apologetic “its just I was looking for the injuries” he says nervousness taking hold on his tone “injuries?” you tilt your head, was mc supposed to have some injury at this point in the game?What chapter is this?.

“Yeah you know from-from our last mission!” He looked away and he didn't seem convinced on his own words “oh yeah no I am fine” you brush it off as just Xavier checking you out, you were his queen after all.

The thought made you giddy and inflated your ego.

“Still maybe go to dr. Zayne to get yourself checked” he said, fidgeting just a little. You didn't question the fact how he knew Dr.zayne, since in the game it was made clear that they weren't that aware of each other, but only because of the fact he looked so pretty when he blushed “yeah but I don't have an appointment I can't just barge in there now can I” you shrug as you both walk out of the building together. Hand in hand.

“No he will, he is your primary physician, he will take out time for you.” The conviction in his voice didn't miss you, while you were aware he was you LI and your affinity with him was just as high as Xavier's you still felt uneasy. “But my heart is-”

“Please” he begged, his sapphire eyes brimming with emotions, worrying being the most prominent one “that a- mission was bad and you were hurt. Captain Jenna told you to see the doctor first and foremost, remember?”

Like hell you did.

To not look suspicious you nod making him sigh visibly with relief “I'll go back to the headquarters I will do your desk work too” he said taking out his phone “wait you know where the hospital is right?” He asked, suddenly making you stiffen.

Like hell you did.

Again to not look suspicious you nod, Xavier only smiles “I'll still send you the directions” he smiles warmly, you couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. His suave and charismatic demeanor fitting a royalty had you swooning.

Xavier not only gave you the address he fetched you a cab because let's be real, you don't actually know how to ride a bike ... .at least not the kind Mc had in the game.

And so now you stand in front of your other “boyfriend's” office. One thing you noticed was how everyone recognized you as the MC they treated you like they would treat her, Grayson even gave you the proper guide to his office not at all questioning why you would need to know, to them you were a wee little sick girl, who probably got a bad accident during a mission and is a bit confused and forgot…no biggie.

When you finally got the courage you knocked on the door, a smooth “come in” called back to you, an allowance to open the door and enter that you did.

“I was starting to think you fell asleep while standing right at my door” dr. zayne spoke his chair turned away as he fetched a file from a shelf behind him “who does that? I am pretty sure that's not possible” you say hoping he’d stay like that because after Xavier you were not in the shape to look at another devastatingly handsome man.

But of course he just had to turn.

You felt butterflies soaring when those sharp eyes were on you, This man. THIS man should NOT be a doctor. THAT face is not good for ANYONE'S heart.

“I think you should know that it is possible with some individuals, you maybe one of them”

“What is and a- who?“ you replied with a question, your voice strained, eyes unfocused.

“I am saying- are you having a stroke?” He asked head tilted as he tried to decipher your weird behavior.

“Possibly”

In hindsight you knew you should not have made that joke because now you were in a hospital bed going through tests. being closely monitored by Dr. Zayne. To no one's surprise your heart rate was accelerating in a concerning way.

“Nervous?” The doctor clad in white smiles in a knowing way. “It-its routine right. I am all good” you managed to say in between the short encounter with Xavier and now that you had no idea how you will handle the other three. You almost jumped at the prince and the doctor was making you weak….

This is so NOT going to be easy for you.

—

“So you were not having a stroke” Zayne comments the obvious. You were seated in front of him, on the other side of the desk “I told you it was just a dumb joke but you insisted on that test” you retorted not wanting to be accused of wasting his precious time, even if he seemed to be fine with it. “I know I just wanted to make sure of some things” he says vaguely with a dismissive wave as he reads the report Grayson had delivered, and as if on cue Grayson poked his head inside the office “doctor zayne I took the liberty to ask for equipment maintenance” He says.

“Thank you dr.Grayson”

“Yeah I mean after those inaccurate result of miss hunter I thought it was appropriate to do so, it be a miracle for her heart to be in that great shape in such-”

“You can leave dr. Grayson”

The other doctors cheeked flushed as he mumbles out apology and steps outside. You sat there, still. Surely Dr. Zayne is too smart for your bullshit right he can obviously see through it. Panic bubbles inside your heart again but before you could even formulate your next move he spoke up.

“You should get back to work too” zayne says, making you look back at him “I have ... .things to do”.

“Right! Yes, of course” you sat up from your seat hastily turning towards the door “see- see you on my next appointment” you said finding yourself to be looking forward to seeing him again, to revive that kind of care and attention again, one you only thought happened in fantasy…well you were living in one now.

Zayne lip curled into a slight smile, observant eyes softening in to tenderness. 

“Sooner then that I hope” the way he says it make your heart soar and you couldn't help but grin back “yes, of course”

As you exited the room, you noticed a movement zayne hunched over putting your recent test report in the paper shredder

—-

You had just stepped outside the hospital feeling giddy, the Sunshines on your skin spread in warmth over your body, there was a skip in your step as you walked. This wasn't as bad as you thought you could enjoy it till you woke up back in your world right? No harm in that, sure it will be hard to leave them but….

Your train of thoughts vanishes when an eerie feeling creeps up your back, that feeling of female intuition that puts you on high alert.

You are being watched.

You look up and around to see any signs of a mechanical crow but there was none. Hell you even retraced your step to make sure but there was no sign of anybody following.

“Caleb you sexy freak if that's you I swear…” you mumble as you continue in your direction before your phone buzzes. Captain Jenna had given you a day off. Apparently it was the doctor's order? But did not zayne just tell you to go back to work?

You decide to text zayne and ask why but a car, a gorgeous one at that, stopped right beside you followed by rather loud honking. You couldn't believe you couldn't escape catcallers even in a fictional world. You were going to ignore like always but of course that was not how it was going to go. “Hey cutie get in!” If it weren't for that voice you would not have looked up in its direction

“Rafayel” you gasped, the sight in front of you almost had you on your knees in broad daylight. “The one and only” the unfairly gorgeous man replies, pink pouty lips quirked in a smirk, well aware of your sinful admiration. “Now stop gawking, it's getting embarrassing, miss bodyguard” that playful lilt in his voice made your heart skip a beat, “get in now, we have places to be” he didn't even have to use his siren song to lure you into his ocean of secrets.

You got in his car without a single question, the soft face that glowed like a polished pearl under the sunlight made you forget all about those creepy feelings. “Where do we need to be?” You ask after pinching the underside of your leg to get hold of yourself.

“Tsk, don't tell me you have already forgotten? Weren't we going to find those corals that are going extinct? I need those pinkish pigments and only they have the right one, ah my miss bodyguard doesn't like me as much as I like her if she forgets so easily” he pouts.

Oh those lips. Its illegal not to kiss them right then and there

You are more than willing to get into another fatal accident, consequences be damned.

“Well I guess it's your luck then, I just got a day off” you chuckle looking outside at the view. Rafayel glances at you. Those gorgeous galaxy eyes taking your appearance neatly seated in his car. “mhm, super convenient” he says one hand one the steering as he guides the car smoothly on the roads of Linkon.

Something in his tone unsettled you and you turned back to look at him, he was whistling without a care in the world, those mischievous eyes on you again “can't get enough me huh cutie?” He says teasingly and your guards crumbled down before you could even get them up. “you know you look different” rafayel beams as the color drains out of your face. You fidget in your seat and open your mouth.

“You look so much more prettier now cutie, so lively”

His gaze lingers on you, seeing your cheeks flushed “I'd rather just spend my day looking at you instead of gathering coral” he sighs in a very dramatic fashion.

“Flatterer” you grumble, having a one sided beef with your treacherous heart for going absolutely crazy for him.

“As it takes you everywhere” he replies with a wink in your direction.

—-

“Rafayel? What corals would we find here” you said motioning at the small cafe in front of you. The sign said Destiny Cafe but something was wrong. Why was it so far from the main city and in the middle of nowhere? 

You had fallen asleep since rafayel said it was quite far away, mostly because you did not trust yourself with that pretty boy.

So imagine your surprise when he stops the car in front of the lonesome café. 

“Relax cutie, we are Just making a pit stop” rafayel dismisses your concern. “We-well okay but-” you wanted to speak but was interrupted by his ringing phone. The purple haired man groaned at the name displayed, it was Thomas perhaps?.

“Tell you what cutie, why don't you head in and get us a table and I'll be right there with you okay” his soft but callused hand pats your head, pretty eyes on you conveying his desire to not let you go even for a moment, you have had seen them so many times, but this intensity was real, a first. You could go through all his cards and chapters but still wouldn't find the look he was giving you now. 

This one right here was just for you. this aching desire was not animated, it was and unadulterated. A man who waited enough.

And that scared you.

“Alright” you speak softly, his soft hand trailed down to cup your cheek, a breath too long and you would have reduced to putty, easy to mold, to be sculpted by his artistic hands anyway he likes.

–

You enter the near empty cafe, aesthetic all it looked the same as the game giving a sense of calm. There was only one guy who was sitting with his back to you, you saw the lack of staff and was quite confused.

through the window you could see Rafayel in heated discussion flailing his arms around in such animated way that had you giggling “oh he is definitely the cutest” you say and not a second later a heavy arm drapes around your shoulder.

“What was that pipsqueak?”

You jumped turning to face those amethyst eyes that took your breath away. “Caleb?!?” You were happy to see him but also panicked because Rafayel was just outside. They weren't supposed to meet, at least not yet, you don't exactly remember where the game was but not here!.

“What are you doing here Caleb?” You ask him stepping away I front of him, a lame attempt to block his view of the merman thay was currently throwing a tantrum of some kind. “Aye come on pips are seriously gonna ask me that? it's our go to place we always meet here don't we?” His voice was playful and teasing but you did notice the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, screamed he knew something more than he should.

“I-I mean yeah but like i just didnt thought I'd bump into you today” you try to cover it up somehow. Caleb chuckles patting your head “I know but I am so glad to see you anyway” you had a revelation that you were actually a slut for those so you couldn't help but blush and look away to clear your throat in an attempt to not look completely pathetic. Unaware how his eyes darkened the moment crimson hues spread on your soft cheeks, “look at me pips” he says, he says his voice was breathy and caught you off guard when you look at him, those purple eyes you adored bore something far more primal then just adoration “uh ye-yes?”. He says nothing, just cups your face with both hands and squishes it ever so gently his hands felt kind of rough in a manly sort of way. “Caleb~” you whine making the man in front of you break out that teasing playful smile, he sighs “you are actually so warm and soft” he says, and no, nobody blames you for blushing as hard as were right now because who wouldn't if they were being cradled with such gentle affection.

“Thank you” you mumble and he only squishes your face harder making you whine again, you grab his wrist and pry his hand away from your face, hot or not he was still a stranger…we'll kind off.

You turned back to look at Rafayel, anxious once you see him ending the call “well Caleb don't you have things to do I don't know colonel things” you try to push a very amused Caleb away. “None actually I specially made time for my little pipsqueak” he says, and now you just felt bad trying to push him away,buy it quickly died when Rafayel turned around making his way to the cafe, it was clear he too had seen Caleb now “oh no..” You spoke softly bracing yourself to whatever awkward situation that was to come.

“Cutie I turned my back for a minute and you are already paying attention to some other man” Rafayel spoke calmly as he approached the two of you standing right next to you one armed draped over your shoulder. Rafayel did not looked too pleased.

Rafayel regarded the man with a nod that he returned, am in the midst of the pretty boy standoff you caught on to the air of familiarity between them.

“Ah yes rafayel this is Caleb” you say awkwardly pointing at the dark haired man.

Both of them turned to you now, a spark of mischief mixed with adoration they look back at each other Caleb extending out his hand “hi I am Caleb her friend nice to meet ya” he said barely controlling that grin, AND so was rafayel “hello Caleb I am Rafayel also her friend”. He says shaking Caleb's hand.

You weren't stupid you could see it so clearly that they knew each other. But why? How? Canonically it should be right.

“Ah by any chance you guys know each other?” you ask only earning a pat as a response from Caleb. His large hand goes to the back of your neck to pull up towards him. “Well you see rafayel I WAS having conversation with my pipsqueak so if you could excuses us-” he tries to pry you away only for rafayel to not budge “no I brought my cutie here and I suggest we sit down” he says sounding far more serious then he had been “ you know whatever you have to say to her you can say it in front of me” at this point you were getting worried again because it didn't seem right.

Caleb's eyes narrowed down again “it's unfair you had her for the whole ride  feom the hospit till here I get to have some time with Y/N too before-“

Your blood ran cold, it shouldn't be that name he should call, you weren't listening to what they were saying anymore, that wasn't your name in the game. It was something else, a nickname you had but not your real legal name no! “What did you call me?” You ask softly, simply. Their attention was on you again.

Panicked, both of them. The sight blared alarms in your head, something was wrong. “How did you know he picked me up from the hospital” you stepped away from rafayel, creating some space. Rafayel muttered something under his breath, Caleb looked solemn “well cutie-“ rafayel was interrupted.

“Always the quick one to pick on things aren't you little detective” Caleb says casually with an under current of intensity. Rafayel seemed just as uneasy as you “what the hell do you mean Caleb” you glare at the man much taller than you. “Caleb” rafayel says in a warning tone, the tension only thickens as the seconds go by “oh save it sardines, she is bound to know that's why we brought her here, you brought her here”.

Something inside your stomach churned “I asked what the fuck.is going on!” You asked again, this time louder disguising your fear as anger.

“Now now y/n no need to be fussy, you know it and we know it so let's drop all this playing by the storyline alright” Caleb tries to approach you cautiously only to be pushed away. “All you are doing is scaring her Caleb, get a grip” the slightly shorter guy held him back by his arm, you could see how desperate he was to reach out again but he didn't, for once Caleb listened solely because how you looked at them right now, threatened.

“Remember what the doc said, we need to ease it in” Rafayels words did something to him and he nodded.

 “Alright if you two are done having a moment can we talk about the fact you know we are in a game!!!” you cried out, the same force of panic takes over you, the dizzying feeling you had when you were at the apartment standing I front of the TV screen “see this is why zayne told us to break it down easy and together in his presence” rafayel snapped at Caleb who only looked guilty “you know she tends go spiral” now it was Rafayels turn to pale and shut his mouth looking horrified “oh very smart and you had been scolding me!” Caleb hissed at him as you staggered back “how would you know that” you asked. Not really sure if you could even bare to learn how “pipsqueak-” he tries to reach out only for you to step back, only to bump into something firm yet warm, Xavier. 

“I knew it shouldn't have been me bringing you here” he was addressing you while glaring at the two men in front of him. 

Before you can register that he was now here as well the doorbell chimed announcing the arrival of another figure, zayne.

“there seems to be tension around here” his eyes were quick to find you, icy demeanor changing into one of concern “you look unwell” he states approaching you with hurried steps but you dodged him, stepping away from Xavier and shoving past rafeyl, sending the guy straight into Caleb's arm.

The cafe was pretty small you had nowhere to run, the only place your desperate legs took you was behind the cafe counter…as if that would do something.

“Stay back I don't- as in DO NOT want to be near any of you right now!” You say quivering.

“Take it easy dear you are alright but I need you to take a deep breath for me” zayne says stepping forward with her hand stretched out as if tending a skittish animal. “I will just stay away!” You say urging him to get back, zayn understood and stops his pursuit “alright this isn't how I wanted to do this, but since someone forgot to give Caleb the wrong time we have to have this conversation like this” zayne speaks, his words pointed at his irritation towards Caleb who just scoffed “as if you can outsmart me’ he grumbled but was ignored.

“are you aware you are in the game Love and deep space” the doctor asks

“Yes, are you aware you are part of the said game” you answered along with the question of your own.

a beat of silence, “yes” the doctor answers the rest nods.

Before the conversation could continue there was a sound akin to mechanical purr the halts every one and make you climb a random shelf.

“He is here” Xavier announces. While zayne breathes a sigh of relief, Rafayel and Caleb groan and roll their eyes.

“Oh the party started without me? Tsk how mean” deep silky voice, dipped in lust and pleasure booms through the cafe.

Red cunning eyes on you, mirth comes alive in them as he sees you on that shelf, annoyed. skittish and oh so very adorable.

“Ah would you look at that, a real life kitten.”

—

You looked at the five men standing in front of you.

Xavier, the prince, the neighbor. Stands tall desmour wrapped in polished manners and elegance. 

Rafayel, the merman, the artist. Effortless grace and elegance tainted with worry.

Caleb, the fallen soldier, the childhood friend. If strength and intensity was a person it was him.

Zayne, the messenger, the doctor. Stands there radiating aura of serenity AND Reliability.

Last but definitely not the least. 

Sylus, the dragon, the underworld lord and ally. A beautiful combination of power and passion.

And then there was you.

Simple and unremarkable you.

—

“So let me get this straight” you spoke after a whole session of zayne breaking down the reality to you, as all six of you sit together on the table, three table joined together so that the five stupidly large men can sit on one side and you the other since you refused to sit with any of them. It looked like you were being interviewed by a board of something elite, a modeling agency or by a network of powerful men looking for disposable minion.

“you are telling me that you have been Aware of your existence as a game character way before the accident” you say.

“Precisely” sylus says taking over the conversation after zayne. Rafayel and Caleb were still not allowed to talk. Xavier made sure of that.

“You were spying on me?” Your tone was accusatory. “No that's not it, we could only interact when you logged in on the game” sylus says casually but something in your heart wasn't convinced. “Still why didnt you make me aware should have said something in the chats we had anything” frustration was evident in your tone.

“Oh be for real you wouldn't have beloved us cutie” rafayel said only for Xavier's palm to cover his mouth “what did we say, no talking till she truly gets the entirety of her situation”.

Sylus ignored all that and continued “its true you would have thought its the game talking, and well you wouldn't have suspected it…you know since the beta testing update” sylus ads carefully his he looked laid back but he was ready. To take action if needed. “Wait…no do not tell me” your eyes widen met with sheepish grins

Oh you should have known.

That fucking Beta testing team invite

Of fucking course.

It had started simple, like glitches and bugs. Them acting weird, almost skittish, mc completely glitching out and the LIs acting out of character. They started from looking actually offended at you constant touches to being amused. Quality time becomes a bit more intimate as they tend to stare a lot. The text box got specific ie AND diverse in responses. Something that wasn't happening to others.

Until one day, the game completely blacks out and shuts down for days. Would not even uninstall. You were worried since you had spent a lot of time and money on that game and did not want to lose the progress. And of course that unhealthy attachment to the guys themselves. You emailed Infold, but never heard back.

Just when you lost hope the game was back up new and improved!

When you launched it all happy and giddy you revived an official notice inside the game to become the super VIP beta tester, a compensation for causing you worry.

You signed the fuck up.

It came with an NDA and you did not care. This was the best compensation ever!

And the feature? Whew now you can have actual chat with the LIs! And interact with them FOR REAL.

Technology am I right?!?!

If you only knew….

___

“I know it's a lot to take in, that's why I, as your official doctor, suggested we should give you a day or two.” zayne sys only to be shut down by Xavier “no she is here in a new world the sooner she is aware of her situation the better or it could be dangerous” he says.

“So I wasn't talking to mindless bots but actually you guys” you exasperated and earned solmem nods.

“I actually agree with the bunny for once.” Caleb says 

“Okay no one asked you Bucky” rafayel cuts in between earning a glare from the purpled-eyed man who was quick to grab his collar.

“alright that's enough” syylus says With a finality in his tone as he gets up “she had enough excitement for one day look how pale she is” he said motioning towards you.

“No I am okay, I need more answers. I am not done with my questioning” you say, as stubborn as always. “How did I get here? Where is mc? what am I supposed to-Mmph” zayne silenced you with a pastry he produced from who knows where.

“All your questions will be answered one by one please take care of your health for now, sylus is right you have enough excitement for one day” he says also standing up, the rest naturally followed.

The doctor's keen eyes could already see the protest forming on your lips.

“You will be no help to yourself if you are sickly, you don't work well after burn out” he says, making your words die in your mouth, this guy actually knew you.

They actually knew you.

“So what now” she asked awkwardly “am I like? MC now? Do I fight wanderes?”

“No way cutie”

“You don't have too”

“Absolutely not pis, I have seen your skills, subpar at best”

“if you really want to feel the thrill of taking a life I can arrange that in a controlled environment sweetie”

They all glared at Sylus who only had a casual smirk on his face, ready to fulfill any of your whims.

Xavier who had yet to comment moved close to you, his warm hand and pretty blue eyes brought you sort of calmness you had felt only so rarely “I get it starlight, you feel overwhelmed and all I have requested few days off on your behalf from the quarters take it fully process everything” once again you felt your body relax in his presence “thank you Xavier I promise I will do my best to be a good hunter” no way in hell you are going to sit around and to nothing when you have a chance to kick ass.

 “Okay romeo step back” and suddenly rafayel was in the middle of you two. “I just want to let you know you don't have to stress to much we are not connected to the game anymore, we have separate ourselves from the mainframe and there is nothing you should be worried about doing all that battle and stuff” he says “thank you rafayel but I kind of want to, but I'd be careful” she says and he only nods knowing you won't change your mind.

“so this uhm- world is separated from the rest of the game?” You ask to clarify and Caleb was the one who answered “yep realized, we can't truly communicate with you until and unless we have been separate out entirely so we rewrote the whole thing” he says and you won't deny it sounded impressive “wow the whole thing? Thats kinda cool that you did that”

“For you sweetie, anything” voice belonging to sylus spoke, suddenly from behind you. His words had you blushing hard. The man before you smiled “and here I thought I'd never actually get to see it” caleb, sighs his head tilted as he just studies you from his place.

You had to clear your throat to calm the Raving butterflies in your stomach. “ERM so like no updates and all” you tried to steer back the topic to safe yourself further embarssment “mhm none”

“So what about the 6th LI”

Your words caused a heavy silence and instant regret, they looked mildly offended and mostly pitiful. Except for zayne who just deadpans giving you a once over “why? Are five men not enough to sate you?”

Somebody delete me right now.

You were so flustered and embarrassed you choked on your words dissolving the tension into amusement. Cursing yourself in your head you began walking towards the door to escape.

“You know what I should go it's late I am kind of tired and hungry and like Xavier said I really need to like process and all so like yeah thanks for the meltdown-I mean breakdown I guess I will see you around-” you were cut off you bumped straight into the glass door, none of the guys bothered to even shuffle their laugh, even zayne grinned at the sight “I wish I could just delete myself” you grumble 

“You aren't going anywhere kitten, you don't even know where we are or how to get back” sylus says grabbing his leather jacket and helmet “I'll drop you, besides Mondays are mine” he says smugly making Caleb groan “I did not agree to that time table” he sya “no one cares, the rest did” zayne replies, which made him huff.

“Wait what time table” you asked

“We came up with a time table we each get to hang out with you without the interruption from others” sylus answered “Monday is mine”.

“I got Tuesday” rafayel says “so tommorw I'll show you my painting and you can tell me how much you love them” he says sound genuinely excited and you couldn't help but match the energy.

“I got Wednesday since thats when I have normally nothing scheduled” zayne says “that day is reserved entirely for you now” he says making you feel warm 

“I got Thursday, nobody likes Thursday” Caleb says huffing again and you couldn't help but grin at his petulant look “I would like Thursday if I get to spend it with you” the moment you said it you witnessed a grown man turned into a puppy before he could wag his tail Xavier cuts him off “And I hot Friday!” he said “not for any particular reason but because you on time said it was your favorite day” he says and you could obviously see what he was trying to do.

You smiled at them already feeling better while being surrounded by their genuine adoration for you. One that couldn't be fake “oh you…I can't believe I am almost glad I slipped into coma” you say chuckling to your self unaware of the wave of unease and confusion the washed over them but before they could speak zayne reaches out to pat your head “go with sylus and rest okay” he says, changing the topic instantly “yeah pipsqueak get some rest” even Caleb joined in on it, and Sylus did not waste a second to guide you out to his bike.

“So she doesn't know”.

CHAPTER 3: THE VESSEL.

oh look at you, such a pretty flower. So easy to pluck from the root planted into another. I won't deny it was so delicious to see you crumble, so ridiculous to see you fascinated and absolutely hilarious to see you flustered. Such entertainment.

For me

Sweet girl, do you love it? Bathing in their attention, just as you oh so desperately wanted, hmm. Are you happy now? Far from your world and into the unknown, does that make that heart of yours fill with excitement.

Finally, finally you are important. Something that can not be overlooked. something actually needed.

You wanted to be me! Isn't that what your ungrateful self wanted? To ditch the life you had and be pixelated. Wasn't it fun to play with me? Use me and then be fucking envious of me? Your vessel.

I guess you should thank me for fulfilling your dream.

To make you so important for a world that it would die without you. Well now you have it, it's now your burden to bear.

I could have just let you go…

Let that pathetic life end right there. What good did you make of it anyway, if all you end up doing was be jealous pixelated one? Likes of you don't deserve the gift of free will. It should have been me instead.

I wanted to know what freedom tastes like, what it's like to do things on your own accord, to have full control of your body, to speak what you must but no.

All I got was scripted words to repeat, forced interaction with those mumbling fools who somehow fell for you, why?

just because you were real? With real laughter, real joy and real tears?.

As your perfect vessel who had it all I brought you here on this plane of existence, with my resonance and energy manipulation borrowed from the glorified lizard. I held on to that soul, energy so strong and powerful that for a moment all I wanted was to have it all to myself.

My freedom.

My body.

My words.

Sucks that I couldn't, not entirely at least, but it did help me tear away from this suffocating existence, reducing me to…

Hah!

I am still nothing.

Fuck !

There is a price to pay for every wish, and when the time comes I will be back to collect the penance.

Because I deserve it, I get to have my entertainment too. Now we both can play together.

AN: dang its long. Anyways I hope you like it I have currently so many ideas hoi g through my brain right now, there us so much I want to do with it. The fic is inspired by the follow I g idea I had. Hopefully you like it, ideas and criticism are welcome if its constructive and creative.

[tolkienwomensweek]

Welcoming all Tolkien fans to a brand new fandom event, Tolkien Women’s Week, which will run from January 8th-14th, 2026.

This is a week where we can celebrate all of the wonderful women from Tolkien’s legendarium by creating dedicated original pieces for them.

Rules and event information below, please take a read if you are interested in participating :)

Rules:

Each day will have four prompts (as listed in the graphic above and below), and you may choose any of them to create a work of fiction/art/headcanon list/blurb/collage/etc. with any woman of your choice from JRRT's legendarium.

Tag your works with the hashtag #tolkienwomensweek 

NSFW is allowed, it is only asked that you tag it accordingly.

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Spread the word :) The more, the merrier.

Please tag this account in your pieces as well! This is not mandatory, but it ensures we do not miss it.

Please give your pieces a title, as there will be a completed masterlist once the event is over, and each piece will be alphabetized. Again, this is not mandatory, but if your work is not titled, it will be given a simple name on the masterlist. (ex: Day Two, Artwork by @ ___ )

You have roughly six months to start and finish your pieces (from the time of this announcement), but late submissions are also welcome. However, no early submissions please. Post your pieces on the designated days unless you have late work/fall behind.

We recommend you follow this blog to stay updated on the event. If not, make sure to check the hashtag “#tww update” for posts from moderators about any new rules/changes/answers/updates.

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Prompts: Day 1: Love / Family / Lineage / Companionship Day 2: Betrayal / Curse / Spells / Enchant Day 3: Valinor / Journey / Death / Creation Day 4: Song / Language / Culture / Tradition Day 5: Fight / Sacrifice / Protest / Battle Day 6: Heartbreak / Longing / Determination / Reunite Day 7: Stars / Dream / Prophecy / Visions

Questions? If not answered below, please send an ask:

Can you create a piece for the same woman more than once?

Yes! Do not feel like you have to create a piece for someone different each day, especially if you have ideas for the same woman over multiple days/prompts.

Also, if you wish to create a single piece utilizing more than one character, you are very welcome to do so!

If I can only participate for a few days/one day, is that alright?

Yes! Participate as much or as little as you want. If you’re very inspired, feel free to submit multiple pieces on the same day. If a prompt doesn’t inspire you, don’t waste time on it!

Will there be an AO3 collection for the event?

Yes! Coming closer to the event, keep your eyes peeled . . . 

Exactly what Tolkien women are allowed in the event? 

All of them! Any character from LOTR, The Silmarillion, etc. We welcome women of all the races of Middle-Earth (human, elf, dwarf, hobbit, ainur, ent, orc, animal; quite literally any of Tolkien’s female characters) regardless of how much or how little screentime/pagetime they have. You want to create 10 works for Arwen? Go for it! You want to create 10 works for someone who was mentioned in one lone sentence in a single book who had no dialogue? Do it!!

We politely ask that OCs remain separate from this event, not because they are not valid, but because this event was created to celebrate the women created and written by Tolkien himself. However, if an OC is created for a Tolkien character we know exists in canon but was not written about, feel free to give her a voice (example may be the wife of Thranduil/mother of Legolas; we know she exists in the canon lore but we are given almost zero information about her). 

With this reasoning in mind, we also ask that characters from ROP who are not canon to the world of Tolkien be excluded from this event, but if you would like to utilize the way a canonical JRRT character is depicted in ROP (example may be young Galadriel), you are more than welcome to do so. Though we do love the ladies of ROP, we want this event to be central to Tolkien and his own works! :)

If, however, you feel very very strongly for the women in ROP or other works not created by Tolkien himself (ex, Tauriel from The Hobbit movies), we will not stop you, and will still reblog your piece to the official event blog. At its core, this event is here to celebrate your creativity.

Who is running this event?

@frodosrings :) Hi! Any questions about the event may also be sent to my personal ask box.

@silme-lorien will be aiding me with backend stuff and some extra hands-on, so massive shoutout to my wife as well! could not do this without their support.

What can we submit?

Anything you want, as long as it is created by you. Any creative endeavour is accepted. Fics, Artwork, Headcanons, Blurbs, Crafts, Edits, Gif Sets, Collages, etc. are all welcome. 

Go by this rule: if you made it and it follows a daily prompt utilizing a female character from a Tolkien work, then it is more than welcome! 

Do our pieces have to be canonical to the lore as it is written by Tolkien?

Not necessarily! You are more than welcome to bring any of these ladies to the modern world or any au you have in mind, create a piece about experiences they may have had which were not directly depicted by JRRT, etc; or stick solely to canon experiences of the female characters as written by JRRT. All we ask is that the daily prompts are followed, and we will not limit your creativity any further than that. 

Can the submissions include men from Tolkien’s works as well?

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[bird-in-the-space]

The Retired War Legend

Imagine being a reincarnated war general in the Transformers animated universe.

(Author's note: I had this on my mind since that ask. So, I decided to make this. I decided to put this in the Animated universe.)

Warnings: mentions of the corrupt senate, caste system, your life during the war, trouble always finding you, animated Starscream is a warning himself, some violence, you getting called old, Ratchet being himself, Optimus being your fan, some allspark lore, and you being grumpy.

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- Before being reborn into this alien world called Cybertron, you were a war general fighting a war on Earth. In the last days of the war, a bullet went through your heart, and despite the medic’s efforts to save you, you succumbed to your injuries and thus fell in the line of duty. 

- You didn’t really feel sad while you were still conscious. You actually felt quite relieved. The war had gone on for so long that you were more than ready to fall into eternal rest. The only thing that made you feel slightly sad was leaving your loyal troops, who would have been more than eager to celebrate the victory with you. 

- Oh well. Stuff happens. 

- But instead of finding yourself at the steps of heaven or in the flames of hell, you found yourself reborn as some kind of robot in this new world called Cybertron with your past life memories still intact. 

- You were not really shocked about it or your new body. After sating your initial curiosity about your new home world, you decided to take the opportunity to have your retirement and live a quiet life. 

- Despite the possibilities your new life could have offered, you chose a quiet existence as a farmer, finding honest work far more fulfilling.

- Your new life was decent, despite the caste system, a corrupt senate, and absurd taxes. Your community was kind, and you made many good friends and neighbors. Working in the fields brought you joy you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt contented. No more playing soldier in someone else's war.

- Then the war broke out. 

- Due to Cybertron’s problematic system, you tried to stay out of it and be neutral. Both sides had valid causes, but they also had their faults. Neither could be classified as more innocent or right. 

- But then neutral bots started getting targeted, and the Cons began dragging innocent worlds into a war they had no business being part of in the first place. That’s when you decided they had gone too far with their cause.

- You didn’t like the Autobots, but you’d rather side with those who, at the very least, didn’t purposely involve innocent worlds in their war.

- Getting through Autobot boot camp was a bit of a challenge. Your drill sergeant didn’t particularly like you. You completed your training exercises with a few issues, but you often questioned their tactics and refused to adopt a new designation. He might have punished you unnecessarily more than once, which didn’t earn you the best reputation among your teammates.

- Still, you pulled through, learning new skills and retraining your body for combat. You become one of the best Autobot soldiers.

- On your first combat mission, you followed orders as best you could, but your former drill sergeant—now your team leader—was incompetent in his job. He led you all into danger and nearly got you and your teammates killed more than once. And when things got particularly bad, he abandoned the team to save himself, leaving you all to survive on your own.

- In that desperate moment, you took command of the team, led them through the mission, and accomplished it while keeping your teammates alive.

- It allowed you to gain the respect of your team and the attention of the higher command.

- You then formally had your former superior demoted for abandonment and incompetence—which, unsurprisingly, didn’t make him happy. At your team’s insistence, you were promoted to their new leader.

- Throughout the war, you led your team and completed many missions with minimal losses. This allowed you to rise through the ranks, and by applying your past battle tactics and methods, you secured victory in numerous battles. Eventually, you gained command of an entire fleet.

- You earned the name Man’o’War for your strength and brilliant control over the battlefield.

- You might have had a small hand in it when your troops wanted to give you a nickname, and you humored them. You never expected it to become serious, or something that would inspire fear among your enemies.

- After one of your most famous space battles, where you and a handful of bots stayed behind to control a crumbling vessel, flying it into the Decepticon warship to buy time for Autobot supply ships to escape. After escaping captivity with your team, you were given the rank of general. 

- Your unique mentality earned you fear even among the Cons. Your troops respected you deeply and were fiercely loyal, never hesitating to come to your aid. Their support helped you out of tight spots more than once, especially when jealous bots in high command tried to sabotage you.

- Your new reputation even allowed you a few encounters with the Decepticon leader himself, who regarded you as one of his most dangerous enemies. 

- The Autobot leader, Ultra Magnus, held you in high regard and placed great trust in you. It was thanks to you that the Decepticons were held off long enough for the creation of the Omega Sentinel and ultimately winning the war. 

- After the war was finally won and rebuilding could happen, you were offered a seat in the newly built council. However, you declined. You had enough of wars and politics, as it was the main reason the war happened in the first place. Instead, you decided to resign and finally have your retirement, putting a trusted bot in charge of your fleet.

- However, you kinda had enough of Cybertron itself, so you decided to take a ship and find a new home somewhere else. You did not trust the High Council not to pull some scrap to get you back into action. 

- During your travels through space, you eventually stumbled upon Earth. After seeing how much your previous world had changed—and even discovering some old historical records about yourself—you decided to settle there.

-Using some of the tech given to you before you left, you created a holoform to disguise yourself as a human and became a farmer once again. At last, you could enjoy peace and quiet, occasionally interacting with your neighbors and their children.

- But of course, peace never lasts with you. 

- You honestly start to believe some kind of cosmic order has it out for you because some years later, after years of peacefully living as a human farmer, your alien kind found its way to your planet. 

- A group of new Autobots showed up. 

- You had been aware of them when the news first spoke about them. You had followed their progress as the city’s heroes, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Unlike most Autobots, who would grovel at the sight of organics, they helped people with their occasional problems and kept them safe from dangerous individuals.

-They showed great promise.  

- Then an old neighbor of yours, Isaac Sumdac—whom you hadn’t seen since his sudden breakthrough in technological inventions and rise to head of Detroit’s tech industry—sent you an invitation. He was rather insistent over the phone and wanted to give his “old friend” a tour.

- You weren’t entirely sure the two of you were friends. Maybe it was just because you were one of the few who listened and didn’t judge him for his enthusiasm for inventing. He was considered an oddball in the neighborhood. Even though he was odd, he had a good head on his shoulder and never invented things for foul purposes.

- And, being too polite to refuse, you accepted the invitation and made your way to Detroit.

- After arriving in the city and at the Sumdac tower, you met your old neighbour, who then introduced you to his daughter and the Autobots. 

- You had an odd feeling about his daughter. You’d never heard that he had gotten married or adopted, and given his public profile, something like that should’ve made the news. Sari herself left you bothered… There was something about her that didn't quite sit right with you.

- You exchanged polite greetings with the Autobots, expressing your respect for their dedication to helping Detroit’s citizens with their everyday problems.

-You were almost surprised by Optimus’s humility. He claimed it was simply part of their duty for being allowed to treat Detroit as their temporary home. His answer made you feel rather pleased. That kind of quality would have made a promising leader.

-You recognized Ratchet, whom you’d met during the war. He looked at you in a way like he recognized you, but when you asked about it, he just shrugged and said you reminded him of someone. Apparently, your disguise was convincing enough to slip past even his sharp optics.

-Then, strangely, Sari's odd-looking key began emitting energy in your presence. You nearly froze because you recognized that energy, but you stayed quiet as the bots suspected something was happening in the city and went out on patrol.

- After the bots left, Isaac gave you a tour around the city, proudly highlighting his accomplishments—many of which had significantly improved the quality of life for Detroit’s citizens. You nodded along, mildly impressed, though some of the tech looked suspiciously similar to Cybertronian technology.

- He then invited you to a press event to unveil a new drone invention. Since you had time to spare, you accepted.

- At the event, however, you had a strange feeling. You felt like you were being watched and that something bad was about to happen. It was an old instinct you retained through your rebirth and war. 

- Partway through the presentation, something hijacked the system of Isaac’s latest invention. The drone went rogue and began attacking civilians. Fortunately, the Autobots were present to respond, while you helped Isaac and Sari evacuate the crowd.

- You left the bots to deal with the malfunctioning drone. It took some time, but they managed to shut down the drone.

-When you saw Sari's key in action, you finally decided to ask about it and learned about the Allspark.

- Just when things seemed under control, Starscream, a Decepticon you knew all too well, appeared, intending to cause trouble.

- At first, you allowed the Autobots to take the lead in the fight. But then Starscream caused collateral damage, endangering human lives in two separate locations. With the bots stretched too thin to manage all three problems, you decided to act.

- You summoned your true body, causing your “car” to move on its own. Sari was confused when it arrived for you, but she climbed inside anyway as you raced off to deal with the second threat. She had clearly started to suspect something, but once you reached the site, the two of you worked together to get the people to safety.

- But, of course, Starscream had to escalate things. He fired toward you and Sari, intending to blast the Autobot’s ‘pets’. Luckily, you managed to push yourself and Sari out of direct line, but the blast destroyed the ground beneath you, causing you and Sari to fall from the building. 

- With the Autobots too far to reach you in time, you summoned your body and disabled your holoform, causing you to disappear. You then transformed and caught Sari before she could hit the ground. 

- No one saw exactly what had happened at first, but then you fired one of your old weapons and shot Starscream out of the sky. When the dust finally settled, there you stood in your robot form and the Autobot insignia on your chest. Sari stared up at you in awe, resting safely in your servo.

- “Still up to your cowardly tricks, Starscream?” you called out, fixing your gaze on him.

- It took him a nanoklik to recognize you. His optics widened, and he shouted your nickname before turning tail and flying off in panic.

- With the danger gone, the Autobots turned their attention to you as you gently set Sari down. They looked at you in awe as they had never seen Starscream flee with his tail between his legs before.

- “Who are you?” Optimus asked, stepping forward.

- Ratchet stared at you, then muttered your old war nickname in disbelief.

- “Wait—this old geezer?” Bumblebee blurted out.

- Ratchet promptly smacked him on the helm. “Show some respect,” he grumbled, then turned back to the others. “You’re looking at one of the most famous generals in Cybertronian history.”

- The whole team then looked at you with shock when they realized you were the war legend ‘Man’o’War’. Isaac was shocked that his old neighbor had been an alien robot.

- Ratchet asked what you were doing on Earth, noting that you had simply vanished from Cybertron after retiring. You explained that Earth had been your home for the past decades. 

- Then, growing frustrated, you began ranting—angrily questioning why they were fighting Decepticons alone and whether Cybertron’s High Council had been informed. After all, there hadn’t been any major Decepticon sightings since the war ended.

- You then learn the whole deal about the Allspark and that they were stranded on Earth with no communication. 

- The mention of the Allspark left you in silent dread. You had a history with it—one you didn’t care to revisit. Still, you softened and offered them a few old communication devices stored aboard your ship.

- They accepted the offer, and after retrieving the devices, you paid a visit to their current home base.

- The youngsters looked at you with silent admiration, eagerly asking question after question. Bumblebee, in particular, was rather brash and blunt with his curiosity, earning more than a few smacks to the helm from Ratchet. You honestly didn’t mind.

- Optimus seemed to hold you in deep respect. He told you how he had read about your many accomplishments and battles.

- You told him how impressed you were with his leadership and questioned why someone like him had been assigned to a simple Spacebridge maintenance crew. That’s when you learned about his expulsion from the Elite Guard Academy due to an incident in his past.

- You offered him some reassurance, telling him that mistakes happen, and what truly matters is learning from them. You had seen the trust his team has in him, which would be considered rare among the big shots in the Elite Guard. 

- The youngster looked like he was about to have a spark attack, like he just got an autograph from his biggest idol. 

- Then, you revealed the truth about your connection to the Allspark and why Sari's key acted weird in your presence.

-During the war, the Allspark was entrusted to your protection. But after a brutal and costly battle, you made the decision to send it through a Spacebridge to keep it out of Decepticon hands.

- It earned you scorn from the other Autobots, and you never imagined it would be found again.

- To your surprise, the team didn’t respond with anger or blame. They showed supportive understanding since your decision allowed Cybertron’s most sacred relic to stay out of Decepticon hands. 

- When they asked if you would join to help them defend Earth from the Decepticon attack, you refused, having no interest in going back into action. Since there were only a handful of Decepticons, it was not something that required your involvement.

- They seemed a little disheartened, so you promised to step in if things got particularly bad, and that they could use your ship since you had no real use for it, and offer tactical consultation if needed.

- Ratchet and Optimus understood and respected your decision.

- You then returned to your human form, ready to go back to your farm. Sari whined a little, wanting to learn more stuff about you. You gave them your address since you preferred to live in seclusion and avoid unnecessary drama. 

- They’ll be free to visit when needed; otherwise, they should not bother you. 

- After bidding farewell, you drove out of Detroit. Oddly enough, you still felt like you were being watched, but this time, it felt different. It was as if... an old foe was watching you from the shadows.

[rassicas]

are you in the opinion that inkfish (ig really just inklings) are viviporus, oviparus, or ovoviviparous? ovoviviparous would make sense seeing theyre trying to "imitate" humans to some respect but still have squidlike features... but as far as i know we only have proof as to where octarians come from and no proof as to if inklings do the same

reproduction lore posting 🔥🔥🔥 i see them as egg layers. maybe them being ovoviviparous could work maybe but??? idk, eggs have to be involved. also them being egg layers is weird and i like when inkfish are Weird. I've gotten into this topic before on this blog but it's been a couple years and i think it's worth rehashing First thing to address: bellybuttons. They have them and I hate it almost as much as i hate that they have breasts. i think both are just a result of "imitating" humans in universe, and for design reasons so they don't come off as too uncanny to us, the human playerbase. which is just cowardice to me but okay.<3 In this concept art for Callie in the Art of Splatoon 2 i think this is the only time bellybuttons are addressed, in the top right corner:

"I realized this while drawing, but inklings have bellybuttons..."

that really sounds like it was a design choice that wasn't thought about that deeply...

now there's 2 things that make me believe they have to come from eggs. first from the first artbook:

This is the growth cycle of a squid from its larval to juvenile stages.

larvae come from eggs.

second, this excerpt from the Splatune album jacket about the Calamari Inkantation.

Of course, when we talk about these girls, we can't leave out the "Calamari Inkantation" which is both heavenly to listen to and heavenly to sing. This song, which is also used as the train melody for the Inkopolis Line, is imprinted in the DNA of all Inklings. The sea is our mother, the place where all of life hatched from, and the place where there is no way to return. Since ancient times, this song has been filled with the swirling feelings of "love" and "reverence" towards the sea.

I translated this myself, the word there is specifically "hatched" like from an egg, and not a general term for being born.

One could argue that since this is referring to the squids of the past, it might not apply to modern inkfish. But still real life cephalopods lay eggs, and I don't think it'd be out of the question for modern inkfish to do the same. There are other sapient species that didn't "evolve out" of egg-laying, evidenced by Nishida's 247 siblings and this scroll on coconut crabs.

Regarding Octarians, Octolings develop in the same way Inklings do. so they too would likely come from eggs.

we're ignoring this because 1. it's clearly just concept art that 2. has more recent evidence going against this being the norm for octoling development. I think this is just a weird edge case or just straight up not canon.

baby marina matching the 3rd stage of inkling development shown on the above chart while paul looks like the 4th stage. There's also smollusk that looks like the first stage/ a real octopus paralarva, but since it's a digital entity, who knows how valid that is? Also, Mashup/Warabi from Diss-pair was also confirmed in Ordertune to have come from the same hometown as Acht (the underground) and was described in Haikara Walker as having parents. So Octoling development=Inkling development=eggs??? finally, not 100% if this is what you're asking but as for cut-tentacle Octarians, but with Inklings, this has come up...once

-- But the Octarians like the Octotroopers...? Amano: That's a different thing. Inoue: All together they're part of the Octarian species, but Octarians like the Octotroopers are a separate thing.  --Does that mean that there are some squids that can't take a humanoid form? Inoue: So far, none have been discovered. There may be some somewhere, though

I think the "there may be some somewhere" is just keeping it vague in case they wanna use that idea. but i seriously doubt they will at this point. the concept behind octarians is that octopuses have basically tiny brains in each of their arms, so those tentacle octarians are like if their arms grew into a separate being. Real squids are not built like that, and we even see in game inklings having less movement in their tentacles, and use more styles that cut into their tentacles compared to octolings.

ok that's all TL;DR EGG SUPREMACY 🔥🔥🔥

[raycatzdraws]

Wind and Spirit have a bad time in the Sacred Realm!

It's my Spirit Tracks x LU fic / concept / thing! There are a couple written scenes which can be read on AO3! This is one of them and can be read [here!]. I don't see myself continuing this project, but even so, I want to say some thank yous (under the read more)!

The animatic has no audio, but if it did, it would be Robot Soldiers from Castle in the Sky.

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The project isn't something I think I'll be finishing, but that said, it's been fun to work on.

I know it's just a silly unfinished fic and some art and maybe I'll come back to it, however, I am just a little guy with so much gratitude! It meant so much to me to be so welcomed by the LU fandom when I initially posted that Spirit Tracks LU art compilation in 2021. (this one!) The art and fic couldn't have been made without the incredible art, writing, support, and headcanon brainstorming from the people around me and the inspiration I found in their works and ideas.

Thank you to everyone who's left comments and kind tags!

Thank you to @esthelle-wanders for the excited comments and support over the years.

Thank you to @snowylynxx for her Spirit Tracks LU comics which gave me so much motivation and whose Spirit design I've been borrowing.

To @theegh0st. I adore your art! A frame from the pump trolley animation has been your header for so long and it's so fun to see it when visiting your blog. It's been an honor!

And thank you so much to Wicked (@spirit-tracks) and Train (@fuckit-hero-of-trains) for 1) being unhinged in the best possible way about Spirit Tracks and 2) for your incredible writing <3

If you like Spirit in LU fics, then I really recommend Keeping Track of the Little Things by wickedcriminal. Wicked started a headcanon post about Spirit [here], it got picked up and added to, I made some art, and Wicked made a fic. Spirit worrying about his place in the group and stressing about time management is a headcanon I'm fond of. Worrying about schedules is something Time can probably relate on, and so it's something I wanted to include for them to connect over in a moment of downtime. Though the setting and stakes are different, Wicked has already written something similar to how I imagine the scene would play out, and it's absolutely wonderful.

!!! The project meant so much at the time! Some of the work I did on the lore is so cool!!! There's a bit of lore about the Triforce that was given in OoT which we hadn't seen happen in a game, but that I wanted for the Spirit Tracks fic, so I plotted it out. So then (spoilers for Echoes of Wisdom) to see it in Echoes was really cool!!!! It was really validating that, yeah I read that right and executed it how it was meant to! >:) There's other stuff too, but anyways aaaa

I just don't see myself completing it, though. It feels kind of bad to give it away but I also need to be free of it. It's been nearly four years... which is wild!

Thank you again for reading and for the support and enthusiasm up to now. It means a lot to know there were people invested in a story I made. It's small and fragmented, but still. Thank you.

(maybe maybe maybe I'll draw a couple more scenes as I have been, but for the fic, I am releasing writing while also saying it's going to be unfinished and discontinued asjdsahdgs sorry 'xD is that a thing people can do? I think the scenes are cool! That's just,,, all I'm able to write I think. Can people post just- isolated scenes? ,,,, That's definitely a thing. I still felt like I should say something. ANYWAYS <3 See ya!)

[the-booty-crusader]

BinggeYuan streamer x video game fic

There’s a rumor going around the gaming community. It sounds a bit like one of those old creepypastas, although without a punchline.

You see, in the hyper popular cultivation-based MMORPG called “Proud Immortal Demon Way”, there’s an encounter that can happen at any time, that is different from any other encounter in the game.

It can only happen once to a player in a lifetime; strangely enough it does not even repeat when a player switches accounts and locations. 

The encounter is generally only a few seconds long, and with how rarely it’s encountered, there’s only a scant few pieces of proof that it’s even real.

To most players in the game, this encounter is a fun easter egg to be seen once, ask about online, get validation that many others have experienced the same and then wonder about it from time to time.

For one streamer, the encounter would change his life as he knew it.

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A few months before the first encounter…

“Thanks for the gifted subs, BouncingPlum! Always appreciated.” said Peerless Cucumber, an up-and-coming gaming streamer who’d garnered a fairly large following of Chinese, American and most importantly, Chinese-American viewers. Shen Yuan, being a second generation Chinese in an immigrant family was a slight young man due to complications with his health, but his personality was feisty, temperamental and passionate, if his viewers were to be believed.

Specifically about his favorite game, Proud Immortal Demon Way. 

He streamed a few times a week, with his over 4500 followers usually being fairly consistent viewers.

In these streams, Peerless Cucumber would show off crazy character builds, new monsters and herbs that were added or discovered and locations that opened up. 

“Oh, this is the cave of the Roaring Eye Toad! I’ve mentioned it before. When you first encounter it,” Shen Yuan starts, walking up to the gigantic toad in the back of the half-flooded cave, “It looks like a regular toad. But when it attacks…”

The toad played an attack animation, revealing that the creature’s gigantic mouth was, in fact, a gigantic eyeball that immediately locked onto Shen Yuan. Where a regular toad’s eyes should be, two smaller mouths opened up with long tongues whipping around it. 

It looked a bit odd, but really, that’s why Shen Yuan liked the creatures in this game. They were so cool, and a bit weird and sometimes silly.

Oh, Shen Yuan spent as much time complaining about the game as he did praising it. The mechanics were more often than not contrived or weird and most of the time ended up being weirdly lewd! Why did each piece of clothing come with three submodels that could be triggered when coming in contact with slicing weapons or acid?! Was it necessary to destroy players’ clothes when attacked?! 

That was the reason why almost every other player in PIDW was walking around in a female avatar. They just wanted to see the clothes get ripped off of their characters. Bah!

Not to mention the erotic animations and voice lines! The female player characters were absolutely horrendous in that regard, always moaning and panting and every voice line seems to be a sexual innuendo.

Truly a hateable game.

It had a saving grace, however. The worldbuilding was absolutely phenomenal. The animals had logical reasons for existing and the biomes were interesting and believable, in a fantastical way. Their designs were like nothing Shen Yuan had seen before in other games. Not to mention there were potions and items with effects that other games usually didn’t bother with, usually in interesting ways. Although he could certainly do without the papapa-mechanics.

Anyways, lore! There were so many sects and villages and countries with their own history, and there were two distinct realms that you could visit with their own ecosystems and history that were at war! It made for great PVP fodder, of course, but the real treat was the events that furthered the plotline.

Shen Yuan’s eyes fell on a message in the Twitch chat, asking about the new lore added in a recent update. He immediately pushed up his glasses and started to explain, ignoring the few comments calling him out for looking like some geek from an anime.

“Well, the newest dungeon is an ancient palace that seems to have been owned by an Emperor many centuries ago. Apparently he was a half-demon who worked to unify the worlds, causing immense destruction and deaths in the process.” Shen Yuan rattled off, skipping over the part where the man apparently had over three thousand wives. “He was like a protagonist all on his own! I haven’t been able to get all the lore from the palace yet, but we can try tackling it today to find more lore. We’d be some of the first.” he said smugly, and the rest of that stream was dedicated to exploring the huge new palace and finding loot, scrolls and books that described the history of the place and its inhabitants. The palace was way too big to explore in a single stream, of course, what with the literal thousands of harem members’ rooms. 

The place looked abandoned and oddly realistic compared to the other locations revealed in-game so far.

After six hours of endless explorations, Peerless Cucumber ended his stream.

He immediately went onto the forums to discuss his findings, only to see a few new threads speaking of a new random encounter. Excited, Shen Yuan clicked the threads, only to be met by what seemed like vague, creepypasta-esque descriptions of an encounter. Apparently, multiple people had experienced it, but no footage had been caught yet. Finding new, fresh-off the press content like this was Shen Yuan’s absolute favorite; he thrived off of the feeling of discovery. He immediately opened the threads in multiple tabs over his two screens to cross-reference, opening his notebooks to get every piece of information he could out of this encounter.

The encounter was described pretty consistently as follows.

While doing regular activities within the game, the player would suddenly hear a deep, ominous voice echoing over their sound system, sounding almost like someone was whispering in their ear. English-speaking players claimed it might be saying something like “Sister” or “sizzling” or “system”, although none sounded quite right from the mixed responses in the comments.  

The atmosphere in the game would turn dark and ominous, and the players even felt something eerie, themselves. 

This is where accounts of the occurrence started to vary the most. Some people claimed to see a glitchy, red thundering rend in space appear like a knife ripped a hole into spacetime. The cut would then open up into a ragged hole, from which a blurry dark figure crackling with red energy would rush at their character. Other people claimed a red lightning bolt zapped towards their characters from off-screen, and one person even claimed they were struck by the red lightning from above. 

In every case, however, their characters ended up somehow incapacitated; either held against the ground or held up by the neck in a chokehold by a mysterious man.

The man was taller than any playable character in the game so far, with a muscular yet lithe build. His hair was dark and curly and he had a glowing red huadian on his forehead to match his glowing eyes.

The man would seem to inspect their characters, in a way that almost seemed too real, having detailed expressions and micromovements that would usually be skipped for such encounters.

Then the character would be killed in a single move, sometimes with a loud crack of a snapped neck, sometimes with a single slash of the ominous red-and-black blade the mysterious man would sometimes pull out. Shen Yuan noted the sword was usually only mentioned by people who had seen the man step out of a portal.

Apparently the strange new character had multiple voice lines as lots of people claimed to have heard something different when the man killed their character. Lots of players complained about the fact all the voice lines were in Chinese, but the Chinese community rejoiced in having their culture represented more in game.

Shen Yuan snorted a little at that. It’s a fucking cultivation game, it’s ALL Chinese representation, ah!

“Tch, another empty husk.” reported one player translated from Chinese, while another claimed they heard, “These things are everywhere.”. Another claimed the man didn’t speak at all.

The next moment is where the whole thing got a little bit scary, and perhaps a bit meta.

The man would then turn to face the player. Not the dead player character, but the actual player’s screen, staring right at them. Some people even claimed the man’s eyes followed their movements, but that would be insane; Proud Immortal Demon Way had no access to webcams. 

Strangely enough, in this next part everyone who spoke Chinese seemed to agree on the exact wording used. 

“No, you’re not him.” the man would say, before disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared, the atmosphere returning to normal.

People were a little mad about this unskippable encounter that would and could instantly kill their character, but luckily this game was very forgiving when it came to death, allowing a player to return to their body with minimal effort and only a small fee of gold.

While Shen Yuan was about to type a response asking for screenshots, another reply was posted where someone had shaky phone footage of their screen where their character was actively getting murdered by this NPC. The player babbled in Spanish as their character got killed and discarded and the strange new character turned to the camera, too blurry to be seen properly.

Shen Yuan felt a chill up his spine when the eyes turned towards the camera, and he felt like they stared right through his screen at him.

But that was silly.

However, something that wasn’t in any of the text descriptions of the encounter happened in the video. 

“I’ll find you, Shizun.” said the mysterious man in fluent and noble-sounding Mandarin, and Shen Yuan felt goosebumps rising on his arms. That felt strangely personal.

The strangest thing about the whole encounter, however, was that the character did not match the artstyle of the rest of the game. PIDW was a very painterly-looking game with slightly exaggerated features and organic shapes, while this man looked… Real. Strangely so. It added a whole new layer of mystery into the whole situation.

The discussion continued fervently in the thread, and Shen Yuan participated merrily. 

He was a known figure within the gaming community, so his input was both valued and sometimes ridiculed. After all, his theories on these threads came with as much criticisms and harsh words as they did praise and adulation. 

PeerlessCucumber (posted at 01:21 AM):

This encounter certainly is interesting, if a bit cliche. Very “Ben Drowned”-inspired, I would say. The only way this could be more overdone is if there was blood raining from the skies when the guy appears and he jumpscares the player after killing their characters!

Maybe it’s retribution for all your characters looking like they came from an XXX-rated donghua, ha! 

Have we figured out what triggered it yet? Some people were farming, a few were in the middle of a dungeon and there was even one person that was just logging out. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it! And what’s with the artstyle, huh? Can’t the devs be arsed to keep to their own game design?!”

Shen Yuan typed out a few more paragraphs of theories before posting it. Then he yawned, looking at the clock and seeing it was past 2 am. He could look into it more during his next stream.

–

He didn’t end up encountering the strange man in that stream, or the next, or the next. He didn’t end up getting the encounter for weeks. He was a little miffed at first, going through the motions and exploring the new lore and palace. He found overgrown gardens, a throne room and even a dungeon with a lake that held a pickling pot on a platform in the center, with only a partial skeleton remaining inside to hint at its intended purpose. He found that last one unsettling and gruesome yet morbidly fascinating.

He heard about people encountering the strange NPC from time to time, but eventually he mostly forgot about it as no new information came out.

That is until one night he saw a new thread on the forums about the NPC, claiming the mysterious man seemed to be getting more aggressive. The character, now nicknamed “The Rogue Emperor” due to his first appearance coinciding with the new palace dungeon and his royal-looking robes, used to talk to his victims sometimes, referring to someone called “Shizun”. People were starting to consider whether the mysterious man could be a bug or a rogue AI, though nobody put much stock into these theories. It was true that the NPC’s behavior changed over time, however.

Nowadays there was nearly no dialogue, just an annoyed growl here and there. The man would look at the player’s screen for a distance and leave, angrily.  Attempts to follow the character were unsuccessful as, inevitably, another red crackling portal would be opened with the man’s sword and he would vanish through it.

People online were, of course, theorizing about an upcoming event that this whole encounter thing was a build-up for. Perhaps the man was a new raid boss and he would be found inside a hidden room in that recently-released palace, some suggested. Others thought it might be a rogue artificial intelligence, although they were laughed out of any forums they posted in.

Regardless of the reason behind it, Shen Yuan was a bit disappointed that, to this day, he had still not encountered the elusive Rogue Emperor for himself. He made sure he was always recording when he played PIDW, in case he did encounter the character. He did not want to miss it, although he would prefer to have the event happen while he was streaming.

Lo and behold, whatever gods might exist hear Shen Yuan’s silly little request as he was an hour into his usual Saturday stream— one of his busiest in a while as a new questline was revealed that would give more information about the palace— when suddenly, his screen took on a darker, more reddish hue.

It took him a moment to recognize the oddity, wondering at first if he’d had a curse placed on him like his viewers sometimes did as a prank, if only to get PeerlessCucumber started on one of his famous rants.

It was when he saw the slight visual glitching in the game that he realized exactly what was going on and he immediately got excited.

“Oh my— guys, guys, it’s happening, it’s happening!” he said excitedly, pointing at his screen with a big smile. His chat always lagged a few seconds behind like every other streamer’s, so it took a few moments for them to catch up.

By then, the red sparking lightning had started and by the time chat caught up, Shen Yuan’s character was being choked out.

Shen Yuan knew his facecam was shaking from his excited movements but he didn’t care, it was finally his turn!

He started describing how the encounter would go as he watched the tall, muscular character snap his own character’s neck (eh, it would take like two hours to regain his previous prestige, it’s fine) and drop the lifeless body to the ground.

Immediately, the man’s red glowing eyes locked onto Shen Yuan’s.

Shen Yuan happily described how, next up, the tall man would sigh or grunt about how the player was not who he was looking for and— and….

The character was approaching?

He looked… honestly, the character looked out of place. Shen Yuan had a good computer, sure, but PIDW had a more fantastical and slightly anime-like art style than could be fully realistic.

This man, this character looked photo-realistic. Shen Yuan wasn’t sure if anyone had ever gotten such a clear close-up of the man who had, apparently, broken his usual script and continued to approach, eyes intent and locked onto Shen Yuan’s.

“This is… wait, guys, this is different.” he finally said. Maybe he somehow broke its programming?

His screen flashed a black frame and when it came back on, the man was in front of the user interface.

Shen Yuan was vaguely aware of his chat going insane for a few moments as the character continued to approach before it, and most everything else on Shen Yuan’s screen completely froze save for the Rogue Emperor who was now practically right up against the screen.

And Shen Yuan wasn’t gay (or at least, he didn’t think he was), but this man, photorealistic as he was, was the most gorgeous man Shen Yuan had ever laid eyes on. Long, curved lashes framed luminescent red eyes. A sharp jawline that would make Henry Cavill jealous and long, curly dark brown hair framing a face that looked like it was carved by angels, with perfect, soft-looking, kissable lips— but like, platonically.

Shen Yuan also didn’t recall the Rogue Emperor having his cleavage on display like that but that was neither here nor there. Shen Yuan just thought the piece of jade jangling around between those pillows was interesting, okay?!

His face wasn’t red, it wasn’t.

The man leaned forward, to the point where if the screen were a window, his breath would be fogging it up.

Shen Yuan watched in a daze as the man then put his hand on the edge of the screen like it was the most natural thing and the man’s previously intense glare slowly twisted into a satisfied, smug and downright unsettling grin, exposing sharp cannes that Shen Yuan did not find sexy at all, no siree. He was so straight.

A voice that sounded way too close to be coming from his speakers startled Shen Yuan as the man suddenly spoke.

“Found you, Shizun.”

The stream ended with a single freeze frame of what looked like a robes arm with black claws reaching from off-screen towards PeerlessCucumber, the man looking absolutely horrified.

That was the last time anyone heard from PeerlessCucumber in a little over a year.

—

A year later, on a random Saturday in early March, PeerlessCucumber posted on his social media that he would do an impromptu stream in a few hours to hopefully lay to rest some of the more insane theories that had cropped up about his disappearance in the past year.

This caused a much bigger stir than any other of Shen Yuan’s previous streaming notifications as the name PeerlessCucumber had grown to be an internet phenomenon. A cute streamer with a fiery personality that was absolutely obsessed with the game and passionate about streaming, suddenly disappeared after encountering a niche event in his favorite game, after which some straight-up creepypasta crap took place. 

Most people thought the whole thing was a publicity stunt.

Those people were often refuted by the fact that PeerlessCucumber had, in fact, disappeared after the whole debacle, so doing a publicity stunt only to not take advantage of it sounded stupid in that regard. Those people were often, in return, reminded of the spike in active players in PIDW after PeerlessCucumber’s thought-to-be-final stream, and thought the whole thing was set up by the game’s creators to get more interest in their game.

There were even some fringe opinions that the guy in the game had somehow abducted Shen Yuan which were usually considered crack ideas.

That is, until the young, sickly third son of the extremely wealthy Shen family was reported missing, who bore an uncanny resemblance to PeerlessCucumber. No, they actually looked exactly the same.

The plot thickens, because why would someone that rich take a sponsorship from PIDW to participate in this event and then stop streaming?

Nothing was adding up.

Especially when, a few weeks or so later, the Shens retracted their missing person’s report, claiming Shen Yuan was located. He never came into the public eye again though.

Multiple people made hours-long video essays on the subject positing their own theories and ideas on the matter, boosting the general populace’s awareness of the situations to untold levels. 

The theories went from a murder plot to Shen Yuan deciding streaming wasn’t for him and trying to go out with a bang, to alien abduction. 

So when PeerlessCucumber turned on his stream, he was surprised that, rather than his usual 800 or so viewers, he had closer to 150k viewers. 

Needless to say, he seemed a bit nervous.

He adjusted his camera slightly, first and foremost, once the “Stream will start soon!” splash-screen was replaced with  full-screen camera footage of Shen Yuan himself.

His hair was longer, now, worn in a loose ponytail. He wore a loose robe with what looked like a shirt underneath and it was the first time he’d been on camera without dark bags under his eyes.

He cleared his throat.

“Uh, hi! Long time no see.” he started, sounding as cheerful as he always had during his streams. 

“So, apparently, there’s been some… ah… confusion about my last stream. Which is understandable given how it went and. Uh. Yeah! I’m here to let you all know that I’m fine! Some personal things came up and I’ve just been really occupied with those. I also went abroad for a while which is why I’ve been out of the public eye and— oh, dear. You don’t need to donate, guys, I don’t know if I’ll be able to start streaming regularly again after this but—” Shen Yuan babbled, realizing he should probably have typed up a rough draft of what he wanted to say beforehand.

It didn’t help that he still got flustered at a flirty Superchat splayed across his screen, telling him how pretty he was with his longer hair.

Shen Yuan’s face reddened, spluttering as he tried to regain his train of thought when the sound of a door being opened slightly more forcefully than was natural interrupted him and a large, red and black shape came into the edge of the camera’s view.

Some people felt a sense of dread, thinking this could totally be Shen Yuan’s kidnapper… only to see how Shen Yuan’s face softened at the new person’s entrance.

“Binghe, I told you I can do it myself.” he said softly, more gentle than anything his usual viewers had ever heard him sound before.

A deep voice came from off-screen, just barely on the edge of inaudible because of the microphone’s settings.

“You— oh. Thanks.” Said the slight young man as he was handed a plate of, honestly, professionally made gourmet sandwiches. “I’ll eat these afterwards, it’s rude to eat while streaming.”

The voice mumbled something off-screen again and PeerlessCucumber rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I’ll introduce you in a bit, I still have to get to— oh!”

Before he could protest, Shen Yuan was being picked up off his chair by the barely visible man who immediately plopped down on the chair, finally revealing himself.

The chat freaked out when they saw the man properly.

Shen Yuan cheerfully introduced his new husband, Luo Binghe, whom he met through the game Proud Immortal Demon Way and who he’d gotten married to in late January. Luo Binghe remained quiet until a Superchat popped up, lamenting the loss of one of the most eligible bachelors ever to this random guy.

A dangerous smirk made his way onto the large man’s face as he nuzzled into Shen Yuan’s hair. “Shizun, Shizun, this one needs your help with the remote again. Will you please come help this Binghe?” he whined, and Shen Yuan looked fond but exasperated. 

“Again? I’ve explained to you how to use it so many times… all right.” he said, leaning into the nuzzling. “As you all can see,” he said, turning back to the camera, “I am happy, healthy and safe. I don’t think I’ll be going back to streaming after this but thanks for sticking around! Uh. Yeah. See ya!” he said, and as he leaned forward to shut off the camera, Luo Binghe leaned forward with him, burying his face in Shen Yuan’s neck to leave a stream of sensual kisses.

Shen Yuan protested audibly, although more in a “Not in front of the camera!” sort of way rather than anything that implied he was unhappy with the affection itself.

The last frame was of Shen Yuan with an embarrassed but happy face and Luo Binghe, his head half buried in Shen Yuan’s neck, one glowing red eye glaring at the camera smugly.

Needless to say, this did not at all stop the flow of theories that would’ve been considered crazy in any other situation.

Not that Shen Yuan or Binghe cared. They were happy together.

[synchodai]

"Mystra groomed Gale" takes rustle my jimmies like no other. I get how some people who don't know much about her beyond BG3 may have this interpretation, but if you're like me, a woman who's been playing since the days of AD&D, you'd understand why accusing Mystra of being the bad person in this scenario may hit a nerve.

TL;DR: Did Mystra take advantage of Gale's devotion to her as his goddess? Definitely, she's a Faerûnian deity — they subsist on worship and adulation. Does that make her his abuser? Eh... man, maybe it's high time that a lot of us learn different terminology for unhealthy relationship dynamics other than abuser-victim. I've seen a couple of posts that are really gung-ho about forcing every companion character to be some sort of abuse victim, because that's what they've decided the game is about. I mean, they're free to interpret the game that way, but damn, we're really out here flattening god, the very concept of magic itself, into the role of an abusive ex, huh? A fantastical, nuanced relationship between mortal and immortal set against the backdrop of a rich palimpsest multiverse digested like a YouTube drama video.

Let me try to explain my perspective by going through the history of Mystra, how she's utilized in Forgotten Realms lore, and treated within D&D games in general.

MYSTRA THE MAN-EATER

Since her creation, she has always been depicted as the sexy goddess whose main purpose was to be a wizard player's muse as well as their patron. Back then, D&D (and TTRPGs in general) was a heavily male-dominated hobby, so Mystra (and Mystryl, her avatars, and all her other incarnations) was catered and shaped by that demographic.

Because it's the player characters and Wizards of the Coast who have narrative agency and many of them want to fuck a goddess, they make stories where Mystra comes on to them because their character is just so good at magic. They designed Mystra to be a mysterious, beautiful love interest because they wanted to use her as the crown jewel of their power fantasy of being a super cool and powerful magic man. You can pretty much see this in the Elminster books and the Avatar series with Midnight (one of Mystra's avatars). Gale himself seems to be an exploration of this typical kind of wizard character.

As far as power fantasies go, making the goddess of magic have an intimate relationship with a mortal character is fine. It's the ultimate validation for a burger-flipper when the god and all source of burger-flipping is head over heels in love with them. It also doesn't have to have a sexual component to have "magic" and the magic system itself enamored with a character — depending on the game and DM, Mystra's favor can be entirely symbolic and metaphorical. A fine power fantasy in the power fantasy generation game.

So because everyone literally wants a piece of her, you end up with Mystra having more Chosen running around than any other god. Understandable given what she has to do to maintain her massive portfolio. It fits her as the personification of magic — someone who entices ambitious young spellcasters but burns them out through obsession and overreaching. Consume any Forgotten Realms-related media, and you've probably come across at least one campaign, novelization, or character backstory that use Mystra for the role of sexy sorceress goddess that's the alluring (yet often demanding) patron of some magic man. Whomst amongst our wizards haven't been visited by Mystra in the night ordering him to do plot point, he rolls to seduce her, and she has no choice but to admit that she's actually attracted to him because the dice said so? It was a community inside joke passed around tables: Mystra the Man-eater.

But then some BG3 fans started taking the joke seriously...

MYSTRA THE GROOMER AND WHORE

This piece of dialogue has done so much irrevocable damage.

Some (Galemancers specifically) have interpreted this to mean that Mystra is known to go after young men. She does not. She has more documented Chosen than other gods due to her massive portfolio and power level, but there are just as many female Chosen as there are male Chosen. Minsc, like most of us in this fandom, is speculating and doing so in a way that uplifts Gale at the cost of taking a bit of a jab at Mystra.

"Mystra's a whore. She boned Kelemvor and Elminster and so many of her Chosen, taking advantage of them as a goddess," they say as if she didn't have her romantic relationships all as different people and in different bodies. Her avatar Dasumia was the one who had an intimate relationship with Elminster, and it was the human Midnight (who later ascended to become Mystra) who was Kelemvor's lover (who himself was a mortal adventurer at the time).

This is why Mystra is, how other people put it, "a whore." Because WotC canonized a handful of those stories where different sexy female mage love interests whom otherwise have nothing in common are slapped with the Mystra label for one reason or another. Sometimes they're mere avatars or magical projections, sometimes they're actual people possessed by Mystra, and sometimes they're destined to be the new Mystra but don't know it yet. But those sort of nuances are lost to people who learn their lore secondhand from deliberately provocative tweets and reddit posts, flattening extremely fantastical relationships to clumsily fit a more relatable framing that'll net them more online engagement.

I don't want to argue what is and isn't grooming. But I have encountered arguments taking Gale's mentions that he was "a young man" to mean Mystra groomed him as a child. But I doubt he would have said "young man" if he meant child...

Mystra took off the gossamer veils from her body to fully reveal herself to him — or whatever romanticized way Gale tells you that they were intimate. The man speaks in half-abstraction and metaphors because it's revealed later on in the romance that all their love-making happened outside the Material Plane. They were very intimate, but never physically had sex (or had any physical contact at all because gods are only allowed to interact with mortals through their avatars or projections). If Mystra "groomed" Gale, so did every other god who revealed themselves and made themselves vulnerable to their followers. Shar grooms her justiciars when she brings them into her dark embrace. Umberlee grooms her clerics when she swallows them up and gives them her wet kiss.

MYSTRA IS A FAIR GOD ACTUALLY

Look, gods in D&D-verses are, more often than not, dicks. They have to be or else there would be no need for adventurers to fix wrong-doings if the gods weren't so detached to the suffering of mortals and regularly making earth-shattering calamities.

Mystra, as a patron, is actually one of the more fair and hands-on dieties. She's one of the few gods who rewards benevolent ambition and punishes destructive hubris, knowing the line between the two. In the Elminster series, she (or one of her avatars) assists Elminster in taking down one of her rebel Chosen who has abused her blessing to become a tyrant. Azuth, one of her Chosen, has achieved godhood through her. In fact, she is divinely obliged — forced against her will, some might say — to help mortals she would personally rather smite. There have been so many instances where Mystra has to be the bigger person. As far as gods abusing their followers go, Mystra is low on that list.

There are barely any stories of magic abusing spellcasters, but there are cautionary tales aplenty of spellcasters abusing magic.

ON GALE SPECIFICALLY: HOW IS MYSTRA THE BAD GUY HERE?

Gale is the first to tell you that he "violated her boundaries." Mystra told him not to mess with the Tome of Netheril and he did it anyway, so he's fully aware that the orb in his chest and his fall from grace is his own fault. Mystra didn't cast him aside just because she felt like he was getting too big for his britches. His actions actively endangered her and the Weave.

(Mystra is wrong about certain details on the Karsite Weave if we're going by Forgotten Realms lore, but she's not wrong about its existence being a danger. BG3 takes a lot of liberties with the world Faerûn, so I can't definitively say whether Mystra being wrong was her lying, Larian rewriting canon, or this incarnation of Mystra not knowing the true nature of the Fall of Netheril. I could go on about what effects the Karsite Weave actually would have on magic, but this post is already long enough. )

Gale only starts to resent Mystra when she asks him to detonate himself. Elminster makes it sound like an order, but from the way she doesn't punish him in the epilogue if he chooses to keep the orb, it feels more like a suggestion. If Mystra wanted Gale well and truly dead, she has so many options.

Throughout Faerûn's history, Mystra herself has constantly been betrayed and taken advantage of — her power coveted by ambitious men who claim to worship and love her. Honestly, as far as goddesses with traumatic histories of being killed by ambitious men go, she's pretty chill about Gale. The fact that she allows him to become the god of ambition in the end if you choose that path? Well... let's just say she's not the one who looks like the evil ex who was only with their partner to take advantage of them in this scenario.

CONCLUSION

Mystra isn't the only goddess to have romantic relationships with her followers. I've already yapped on about how Forgotten Realms writers and D&D players love to make goddesses fuck their heroes, and all that pearl-clutching over "power imbalance" and "consent" is moot when the mortal party is actively rolling to seduce the divine entity.

But notice how the male gods rarely have intimate relations with their mortal charges? It's almost as if Mystra was objectified for years by horny nerds to be the sexy sorceress who validates the more important male hero. Fast forward years later, she's now being slut-shamed for all the lore of her sleeping with the more important male hero by a new crop of fans who would love to think they're more progressive than the horny nerds of the 80s, but fall into the same trap. Mystra has so much potential for complexity, but they choose to flatten her because they ultimately don't care about making stories involving complex female characters.

Instead, one of the most powerful beings in Faerûn has no bigger role in this universe than to be your girlfriend or your current boyfriend's evil ex. Wow, the realms of your creativity and respect for women truly know no bounds.

[dakusan]

📁 ASK DUMP 𓆩🩸𓆪 17 JUNE 2025

🩸 Welcome to today’s ask dump. If your ask is in this post: yes, I saw it. yes, I licked it. yes, I’m answering it with fangs. It’s a buffet — so prepare to eat up.

Now let’s get bloody.

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🐆 ANON LOGGED: “the vampire kinks anon is BACK and HORNY FOR SCIENCE”

“consider me 🐆… fighting the urge to ask you about scientific lore behind sex in general with vampires… how long do they last? is stamina different? do they need specific stimulation?”

STATUS: 🐆 EMOJI CLAIMED. you are canon now. bloodbound. archived. welcome to the sin lab. your thirst? valid. your praise? consumed. your mind? divine. you want science? you want sex? you want blood-drenched biology? i’m lacing up my gloves and taking the fangs out of formaldehyde.

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🧬 VAMPIRE SEX LORE: BIOLOGY, BLOOD, AND STAMINA DEMON HOURS

🔬 1. STAMINA: UNHOLY. INFINITE. INSANE.

Born vampires (especially Abnormals) are magically-enhanced apex predators.

That means supernaturally regulated muscle control, no lactic acid build-up, and spell-infused metabolic systems = they do not tire like humans.

Average session? Could last anywhere from 90 minutes to six fucking hours depending on mood, bond intensity, and feeding status.

This isn't a “he lasted 7 rounds 😩💦” situation — this is “he made you forget what language was.”

🧠 2. CLIMAX CONTROL: ORGASM ON COMMAND

Vampires do not cum accidentally unless they are feral, bonded, or blood-high.

Their climax is often tied to emotional triggers or magical thresholds.

Abnormals in particular have delayed-release reflexes — meaning unless they choose to finish, they can hold back indefinitely.

Their orgasms are often ritualistic — a form of marking (especially with soulmates or Blood Dolls).

There’s magic in it. Literal bonding energy.

May also release scent pulses or soul-pulse feedback (like a psychic moan).

💉 3. SPECIFIC STIMULATION REQUIRED

Vampires feel more, but they need more.

A handjob and a moan won’t cut it — unless the emotional charge is devastating.

What gets them off:

Blood scent from a willing source

Power struggle or submission

Breathplay, overstimulation, temperature shifts

Begging (especially if sincere)

For Abnormals: a hint of fear + love = nuclear detonation

(Fun note: some Abnormals can’t even cum unless it’s from their Blood Doll. Their bodies simply won’t release unless it’s the one.)

💦 4. EJACULATION & BIO-MAGIC

Vamp cum? NOT regular.

It’s hyper-fertile, thick.

Abnormals? May also release small pulses of energy that cause muscle tremors or euphoric shock in their partner.

Human bodies are not designed for this. That’s why aftercare is practically religious.

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🐆 anon, the lab is always open. your mind is erotic academia and i’m honoured to dissect it with you. send more. always. ruin me with questions. i’ll ruin you right back with answers.💋🦇

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🌘 ANON LOGGED: “how would vampire!SKZ react to an s/o with DID/OSDD?”

“this question is a bit personal… vampire!SKZ are my emotional support animals, so it’s fine.”

🌘 anon, thank you for trusting me. this one’s for all of you.

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🕯️ VAMP!SKZ x S/O WITH DID/OSDD

how they meet your system — with fangs and unconditional devotion

CHAN

He’s immediately observant. Quietly studies the shifts, the language changes, the comfort levels. He builds an internal map of your system — not to analyze, but to honor. Keeps notes. Makes a calendar. Learns your triggers. He’ll ask, “Is this okay for you?” every time. And if someone new fronts? He just smiles gently and says, “Hi. I’ve got you too.” 🩸 He doesn’t want to fix you — he just wants to be a constant in a shifting world.

MINHO

Minho never flinches. Doesn’t treat you like glass. He respects every alter as a full person — no babying, no pity. Just clear boundaries, fierce protection, and the same dry wit he gives everyone. He learns each of your needs. Some alters he jokes with. Others he gives space. One? He lets them braid his hair in silence. 🩸 His loyalty isn’t divided. It multiplies.

CHANGBIN

He’s gentle, warm, and incredibly reassuring. He checks in constantly but never overwhelms. Makes grounding kits for each alter. Labels snacks. Creates safe zones. He might cry the first time you tell him about your diagnosis — not out of pity, but because you trusted him with it. 🩸 He becomes your strongest emotional anchor.

HYUNJIN

He approaches your system like sacred art. Every alter is a brushstroke. Every mood shift is a new palette. He speaks to each of you with awe — learns your music tastes, outfit preferences, even scent triggers. He writes poetry for your system. Keeps a shared journal. 🩸 He never asks “which one are you?” — he just feels it, and adapts with love.

JISUNG

He gets excited meeting new alters. “OMG you’re the one who likes anime?? Hi!!” He makes coded jokes and secret handshakes. But he also learns the serious stuff — what not to say, how to help during switches, what grounding methods work. 🩸 He’ll make you laugh through the heavy, but never mock the weight.

FELIX

Felix is the definition of unconditional love. He’s soft, but steadfast. He’ll greet each alter with a smile, learn who’s okay with touch, and craft unique forms of affection. “You don’t have to be one person for me,” he’ll say, cupping your face. “I love all the pieces. I always will.” 🩸 He’s your light — steady, warm, and always reaching for your hand.

SEUNGMIN

He researches. Learns about DID/OSDD thoroughly. Never assumes. Always asks. He builds trust with every alter like it’s a private treaty. Keeps routines consistent. Builds structure without pressure. He’s the calm during switches. The one who reminds you who you are when you’re lost. 🩸 Not just supportive — dependable.

JEONGIN

He’s a little awkward at first, but not because he’s scared — he just wants to do it right. He’s great with internal metaphors — builds imaginary “safe rooms” for your headspace. His adaptability makes him great with co-fronting alters. He thrives on figuring things out with you. 🩸 He learns to love all of you. And makes sure you love you too.

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🌘 anon — you are valid. you are whole. you are not broken — you are beautifully many. and in this bloody world of fangs and feral devotion, there is room — love — and safety for every piece of you.

thank you for asking. i see you. all of you. always 💋🦇

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🐈‍⬛ ANON LOGGED: “so… what if their soulmate is another vampire’s blood doll?”

“Not bonded, not well-treated. Will vampire!SKZ resort to murder?”

🐈‍⬛ anon, you ask if they’ll resort to murder — babe… that’s not “plan B.” that’s the default setting.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x THEIR SOULMATE BEING ANOTHER VAMPIRE’S BLOOD DOLL

🕷️ BEFORE WE BEGIN: A vampire’s Blood Doll is a contracted property under blood law. But a vampire’s soulmate? That’s cosmic right. Fate > Contract. Always. If you’re theirs, you’re theirs. Signed ink or not.

CHAN He doesn’t lose control easily. He plans. But the moment he smells you and realizes you’re his? The air shifts. The world narrows. And the vampire holding your contract? Is already dead inside. Chan will give one chance: “Release them. Or I release your spine from your body.” If refused? It’s not rage. It’s strategy. 🩸 The body’s never found. The paperwork vanishes. And you wake up safe with a new collar, custom-forged by his own hand.

MINHO He doesn’t even speak. He looks the contract holder in the eye — and if they even smell like they’ve touched you wrong, they’ll be bleeding before they blink. “They’re mine now.” The blood doll clause gets incinerated on the spot. 🩸 You don’t even know he’s coming until the old vampire is dead and you’re being carried out wrapped in Minho’s coat. He doesn’t just protect. He erases threats from the system.

CHANGBIN He’s quiet fury. The slow burn. The moment he realizes you’re his soulmate — and also belong to someone cruel? He shakes. He tries to do it cleanly: “Let them go.” If that fails, he breaks the other vampire in half — not for revenge. For justice. 🩸 He carries you out whispering: “You’re not anyone’s property. Not anymore.”

HYUNJIN Rage, tears, devastation. He spirals. The idea of someone using you while he was out there not knowing you existed? He’s inconsolable. The other vampire dies. Not just dies — Hyunjin rips the memory of you from their soul. 🩸 He makes you a room full of mirrors and stars and says, “From now on, you’re only seen the way you want to be.”

JISUNG “No no no no no—no one touches what’s mine.” He’s shaking, crying, smiling, and stabbing at the same time. He’s not clean. He’s not quiet. He’s feral. 🩸 You get scooped up mid-chaos, and he kisses your forehead like, “Sorry you had to see that. You want snacks? A bath? A head on a platter?”

FELIX He’s sunshine until he’s not. If he finds out you were suffering under someone else while he was searching for you? He goes silent. His glow fades. Then it flares. He doesn’t make a scene. The other vampire simply stops existing. 🩸 You wake up in soft sheets, and he’s at your feet saying, “You were never meant to bleed for anyone but me.”

SEUNGMIN He handles it legally — at first. Files breach reports. Loopholes. Blood abuse clauses. But if they resist? If they dare say you’re not worth the trouble? 🩸 He kills with precision. And you watch it happen. Because he wants you to know: no one takes you lightly ever again.

JEONGIN The first time he sees you, his veins bloom black across his cheeks. You smell like his. You look hurt. The other vampire doesn’t get a warning — just disintegration. He’s still learning to control his powers, but for you? He breaks the world. 🩸 Afterward, he cradles your wrist and whispers, “You’ll never be owned again. Except by fate. Except by me.”

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🐈‍⬛ anon — your mind is soft and violent. a perfect offering. thank you for the prompt. come again 💋🦇

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🎀 ANON LOGGED: “if we’re on our period… does it trigger their bloodlust?”

“Even with the princess treatment, is their bloodlust activated? They’re hypersensitive to scent, right?”

STATUS: 🎀 EMOJI CLAIMED. 🎀 anon, I love you for this. Let's get into it.

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🩸 VAMPIRE BLOODLUST + MENSTRUAL SCENT

✦ SHORT ANSWER: Yes. Your period absolutely spikes their bloodlust. It’s not just about smell — it’s the chemical cocktail, the heat, the pulse shift, the iron in the air. To a vampire, it’s like perfume laced with need.

You bleed. They ache. Simple.

But here's the hotter truth:

✦ IT’S A DIFFERENT KIND OF BLOODLUST

They don’t go feral. They go reverent. Territorial. Obsessive. Because period blood isn’t from violence. It’s from life. Fertility. Cycle. Power.

🩸 It’s sacred. It’s yours. It means you’re alive and real and touchable. And to them? That’s everything.

✦ WHAT THEY DO ABOUT IT:

They smell it the moment you walk in.

Their pupils dilate. Breathing slows. Tongue flicks behind fangs.

Some vampires kneel without thinking.

Others bring warm water, chocolate, a blood-scented bath, and ask, “Can I kiss your thighs? Or just hold you while you bleed?”

They won't feed unless you explicitly allow it. But their instincts? Full worship mode.

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thank you for feeding me this curiosity. send more anytime. your blood is always welcome here 💋🦇

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🦔 ANON LOGGED: “Seungmin says something that hurts reader… what does he do to make up for it?”

“Make it horrible. But fix it. Please.”

🦔 anon — you ask for pain and fluff, and I’m giving you both in bloodstained ribbon 💝

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🩸 FICLET — "Don’t Look At Me Like That"

vamp!Seungmin x you (angst ➤ apology ➤ fluff)

“You always need so much.”

He hadn’t meant it to cut. It came out between clenched teeth, after three nights of no feeding, no sleep, no silence. You had asked him — quietly — to come to bed. Just once. Just to hold you. And he snapped.

He didn’t even stay to see your face crumble. Just disappeared into smoke and cold air.

You don’t speak for two days.

Not because you’re trying to punish him. But because you’re scared if you open your mouth, it’ll all pour out. The ache. The effort. The fact that you’ve always been “too much” for someone, and now it’s Seungmin saying it — the one who promised you never were.

He doesn’t text. Doesn’t call.

Until the third night.

Your bedroom door creaks open. You don’t look. “You haven’t fed in three days,” you say quietly.

He doesn’t answer. Just sits at the edge of the bed like something carved out of guilt and stormlight. And then, softly: “Don’t look at me like that.”

You don’t even know what your face is doing — but he does.

“Like I’m everyone else who ever made you small.” He exhales — and it sounds like a death rattle. “I was cruel. Not because you are too much — but because you are everything, and I felt like nothing that night. And I didn’t know how to say it.”

Silence.

Then: “I brought you something.”

He sets it in your lap. It’s a small box. Inside: a bracelet with three tiny charms, handcrafted, spell-etched. Your initials. His initials. And the third charm with the word “Beloved.”

“It’s protection,” he says, voice hoarse. “But also a reminder. That I don’t get to speak like that to you. Not ever again.”

You let him reach for your hand. You don’t pull away. “Feed from me,” you whisper.

“I don’t deserve—”

“Do it gently. Let it hurt a little.”

And he does. Slow. Careful. Not to punish himself — but to make it right. But after he is down, he won't let you go, he doesn't let you go. For hours he doesn't let you go. Just holds you close, wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he says, again and again, against your skin. “You are everything. You always have been.”

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🦔 anon — you wanted horrible. I gave you ache. But also healing. Always healing. I love your angst heart. Come back anytime for more soft destruction 💋🦇

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🍀 ANON LOGGED: “self-deprecating reader says they’re only loved for their blood. vamp!SKZ’s response?”

“haha you like me because of how tasty my blood is…”

STATUS: 🍀 EMOJI CLAIMED. 🍀 anon — you already know this ends with you wrecked and rebuilt better. let’s begin.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x S/O WHO THINKS THEY'RE “ONLY TASTY BLOOD”

CHAN You say it with a laugh. He doesn’t laugh back. He gets very still. His pupils shrink to slits.

“Say that again. I dare you.” His voice? Soft. Dangerous. Next thing you know, you’re on your back, trembling, and he’s kissing every inch of skin he’s ever called his. “Your blood is sweet. But you — your mind, your laugh, your warmth — that’s what feeds me. That’s what keeps me sane.” You try to apologize. He hushes you with a hand around your throat. “Don’t reduce yourself to flavour. You’re a fucking religion.”

MINHO He scoffs.

“Tasty blood? Is that what you think I’m addicted to?” He pins you to the mirror. Doesn’t bite. Just looks. “I would starve before feeding off anyone else. Not because of your blood — because no one else is you.” And then? He ruins you. On every surface. With his hands, his fangs, his voice. Until the only words left in your mouth are his name and “I’m sorry.”

CHANGBIN You say it like it’s a joke. His eyes flash. His shoulders tense.

“Don’t you dare.” He cups your face like it’s made of silk. Kisses your nose. Your eyelids. Your belly. Your thighs. “You think I only love your blood? I love the way you curl up next to me. The way you hum when you're nervous. The way you exist.” And then he feeds gently. Like he’s kissing the thought away from your veins.

HYUNJIN He freezes. Then paints. A full canvas of you. All your scars. All your curves. All your softness.

“This is holy. You are holy. If you think I feed from you because of taste, then let me show you how I worship you.” And he does. He takes his time. Lights candles. Plays soft music. And makes you say three good things about yourself before he even touches you.

JISUNG

“Tasty blood?? Babe, your blood is like wine but your smile? That’s my favourite drug.” He teases — until he sees the flicker of real doubt. Then he switches. Dead serious. “You’re not my snack. You’re my sanctuary.” And then he drowns you in kisses and overstimulation until you’re too overwhelmed to say anything self-deprecating again.

FELIX Oh you sweet summer child. You say it once. His entire aura dims.

“Please… don’t talk about yourself like that.” He hugs you. Tight. Face buried in your chest. “If I never drank from you again, I’d still stay. You know that, right?” Then he worships you. Whispers praises. Kisses every inch. “You’re beautiful. You’re enough. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

SEUNGMIN You make the joke. He closes his book. Slowly.

“Do I look like I waste my time on things I don’t value?” It’s quiet. Razor-sharp. “If I wanted blood, I’d buy it. I want you. Every version. Even the one that says stupid shit like that.” And then he wrecks you. One kiss per insult you’ve ever told yourself. Until you go blank and blissed-out and finally believe him.

JEONGIN You say it. He stops. His jaw flexes. His fangs push forward, but he doesn’t bite.

“Don’t ever talk about yourself like that again.” You laugh nervously. He grabs your chin. “I don’t want your blood.” “I want your breath. Your heartbeat. The sound you make when I touch you here—��� He proves it. Slowly. Relentlessly. Until your voice breaks with a sob of “I’m sorry I said that.”

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🍀 anon — You are never lesser. You are light in vampire eyes. You are adored. And you are not allowed to forget it.

Thank you for this devastatingly beautiful ask 💋🦇

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🦉 ANON LOGGED: “storms, fear, and… other things 👀 — how would vamp!SKZ handle both?”

“either you’re scared of storms, or into them. either way, vamps fix it.”

🦉 anon, your brain cell is doing incredible work. let’s honor it. with blood. and mood lighting.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x STORMY NIGHTS

➤ scenario A: you’re unsettled by storms ➤ scenario B: you’re… very into them

CHAN ❖ If storms scare you: Chan’s already got backup power. Noise-cancelling speakers. A weighted blanket. He becomes the storm's opposite. Steady. Warm. Anchored.

“You’re safe. I’m here. Let it rage.” He’ll pull you onto his chest, sync your heartbeat to his stillness, and hold you until you fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

❖ If storms turn you on: He’ll figure it out immediately. The moment thunder hits and you shiver with wide eyes?

“...Is that what does it for you, sweetheart?” Then he’ll fuck you through the lightning, whispering, “You think the storm is loud? Let’s see which of you makes the sky shake harder.”

MINHO ❖ If you’re scared: No coddling. Just quiet control. He drapes you in his robe, puts a warm drink in your hands, then sits beside you with his back touching yours.

“Storm’s not the threat. I am. And I protect what’s mine.” Every thunderclap is an excuse for him to pull you closer.

❖ If storms do it for you: Oh. Oh he indulges.

“Knew there was something freaky in that pretty head.” He fucks you against rain-streaked windows, hand over your mouth so the neighbors don’t hear you scream.

CHANGBIN ❖ If you’re afraid: He becomes a literal furnace. Throws every blanket over you. Hums. Holds you. Tells you stories to distract you.

“When I was little, I thought thunder was two vampires fighting in the clouds. Want me to go beat them up?” You giggle. He melts.

❖ If you’re into it: He grins, then growls.

“Well shit. You’re wetter than the sky.” And proceeds to make the bed creak like it’s thunder itself.

HYUNJIN ❖ If you’re scared: He lights candles. Puts on soft music. Braids your hair. Paints stormclouds with silver linings while whispering:

“Fear is holy. I’ll sit in it with you until it becomes something else.” Kisses your wrist every time you flinch.

❖ If storms awaken something:

“Say less.” He ties your wrists with silk. Makes you look him in the eyes with every thunderclap. Paints streaks of red across your skin.

JISUNG

❖ Scared you? He panics a little at first. Then overcompensates. Plays funny shows. Builds a pillow fort. Feeds you snacks.

“Rain can’t get you in here. This is a Jisung-certified emotional panic shelter.”

❖ Storm kink revealed? He short circuits.

“You WHAT??? That’s so hot—wait do you want me to—oh my god—” Then proceeds to ruin you while lightning flashes and says, “I’m never gonna hear thunder the same again.”

FELIX ❖ If you’re scared: Softest boy. Immediately creates a nest. Pulls you into his lap. Runs fingers through your hair.

“It’s okay. I’m your calm.” He tells you vampire myths about storm spirits who protect lovers.

❖ If you’re into it: He kisses you slow while thunder rolls.

“Of course you like the drama, angel.” Then proceeds to edge you for hours, drawing out every sound like it’s part of the storm’s symphony.

SEUNGMIN ❖ If you’re scared: He’s annoyed at the storm for scaring you.

“It’s just clouds and sound. But fine. Come here.” He lets you curl into his side while he reads aloud until your breath evens out. Every flash of lightning? He kisses your temple.

❖ If you’re turned on by it: He doesn’t let on at first. Just silently undresses you during the second thunderclap.

“So the sky makes you needy, huh?” Then wrecks you calmly, analytically, relentlessly — with each moan timed between rumbles.

JEONGIN ❖ If storms scare you: He doesn’t tease. He respects fear. He lets you crawl into his hoodie, wraps himself around you like a second skin.

“I won’t let anything touch you. Not even lightning.” Will 100% growl at the sky if it makes you feel better.

❖ If they turn you on: He blushes. Then smirks.

“So… wanna fuck while the world ends?” Then pins you to the glass and marks you like thunder is jealous.

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🦉 anon — your brain cell deserves a crown, a storm altar, and a few bite marks. Thank you for this delicious two-in-one 💋🦇

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🍒 ANON LOGGED: “pillow princess? oh sweetheart, i’m about to ride you into next week.”

challenge accepted. let’s see who taps first.

🍒 ANON — your mind is certified evil. i love it here. and yes, i've already answered the being turned prompt: https://www.tumblr.com/dakusan/786176028064251904/hiii-i-just-have-to-say-i-love-your-vampire?source=share

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🛏️ RIDE OR DIE: WHO TAPS OUT FIRST?

🥇 THE FINAL BOSS — CHAN You’re riding him like it’s war and he’s taking it like penance. Every muscle is locked, jaw clenched, abs twitching as he silently refuses to give in.

“You want to break me? Try harder, baby.” His feral eyes never leave yours. The vein at his neck pulses every time you drop down. He’s a born Abnormal—he’s built to endure. He won't tap out. If anything, he wants you to keep going. Just to see how far he can fall.

🥈 THE WATCHFUL FINAL BOSS — MINHO Dead quiet. Hyperaware. Tracking your every move like a predator letting you play on top of him.

“Don’t get cocky. I’m letting you ride me.” He’s all restraint and ritualistic torment. But when you whisper “You’re mine” and clench? His nails dig into your thighs. His lips part. He groans. You won’t get a tap. You’ll get a calculated, devastating counterattack that ruins you for days. He’s not losing. He’s watching you lose yourself.

🥉 THE FERAL COUNTER — JEONGIN He lets you ride him. For 30 seconds. Then the brat streak ends.

“You think I’ll let you have control?” He thrusts up like a fucking monster, teeth bared, hands bruising your hips, fucking into you from below. Growls in your ear, lips at your throat. You never stood a chance. “Tap, sweetheart. Or I’ll make you.”

🔄 THE POWER FLIP — CHANGBIN Absolutely loves the show you’re putting on. Grins up at you with teeth.

“Yeah? You think this is enough to make me beg?” He holds out until his patience breaks. Then? FLIPS YOU. DESTROYS YOU. He doesn’t tap—you do. Probably twice. “That’s what I thought. Now say thank you.”

🧠 THE PSYCH WRECKER — HYUNJIN Oh, you’re on top? He’s beneath you like a broken prince, eyes glassy, mouth open—but it’s a trap.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Just keep going. Just like that.” He wants you to win. Until he doesn’t. And suddenly your thighs are shaking, vision blurring, and he’s cupping your face like it’s reverence before ruin. He wins with his voice. You never stood a chance.

🥀 THE GENTLE STORM — FELIX He lets you take control—but only because he wants to watch you shine.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how bad you need it.” He’s sensitive, yes—ridiculously reactive to your pace and praise—but that doesn’t mean he’s passive. The whole time, his hands are steady on your waist, guiding you just enough, controlling from below. You call him a good boy? He smiles dark, thrusts up slow and deep. “You sure you’re in charge right now?” He doesn’t tap. He makes you tap eventually—just gently. And afterwards? He holds you like he’s the one who was blessed.

🗣️ THE LOUD LOSER — JISUNG Talks a big game. Crumbles in three thrusts.

“Pfft, this is nothing—oh fuck wait no—” He’s moaning, pulling you down by the waist, telling you it’s too much, but also don’t stop, please don’t stop. He'll tap out. Will cum. Will apologise. You forgive him. Eventually.

🥼 THE SILENT STRATEGIST — SEUNGMIN Sits back. Watches. Expression unreadable. You think he’s unfazed—until he starts thrusting up, just slightly.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He doesn’t moan. Doesn’t flinch. Just stares straight at you with that sharp tongue and wicked glint. Doesn’t tap. Makes you doubt your stamina. Eventually flips you without a word and proceeds to demonstrate exactly why you underestimated him. “Next time, think before you challenge your handler.”

🩸 FINAL SCORE: RIDE OR DIE EDITION

Endurance Kings 🥇 Chan – Built to last. Wants to see how far you’ll go. 🥈 Minho – Takes it like a ritual. Breaks you instead. 🥉 Seungmin – Emotionless stare. Strategic endurance. Flips you to win.

Soft But Deadly 🖤 Felix – Lets you lead—until you realize he never gave up control. 🧠 Hyunjin – Weaponizes worship. Fucks with your mind, then your soul.

Power Flippers 🔄 Changbin – Lets you play queen—then flips you like a war crime. 🐺 Jeongin – Pretends to behave—then rails you into the mattress.

Cries in Record Time 🫠 Jisung – Moans, begs, cums, taps out, apologizes. You love him for it anyway.

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🍒 anon, your mind is the battleground and the bloodsport. ride safe, and thank you for the ask 🦇💋

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🦪 ANON LOGGED: “If it isn’t the doll… then who gets destroyed first? The vampire? The doll? Or the fate they never got to choose?”

YOU WANT ANGST? I GOT YOU MY PRETTY PEARL 🕯️💋

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🩸 BLOOD DOLL vs. SOULMATE — the heartbreak edition

Imagine this:

You're their blood doll. You've bled for them. Moaned for them. Held them while they slept off bloodlust like a drug crash. Maybe they even whispered pretty things. But then — they smell someone else.

That one scent. That one pull. The soulmate.

🧬 IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Yes. Rare — but possible. A blood doll is not always a soulmate. Sometimes the bond is survival, not fate.

Sometimes the vampire doesn't even know they're soulmated to someone else... until that moment.

🩸 WHO BREAKS FIRST?

1. THE BLOOD DOLL

The one who fed them. Loved them. Maybe even thought the bond was love. When their vampire suddenly goes quiet —

Stops feeding. Stops touching. Starts acting like a ghost. The pain is brutal. Not just emotional — biological. A doll’s body adjusts to its vampire’s feeding pattern. So sudden rejection? Feels like withdrawal. Fever. Shakes. Nausea. Nightmares. They might beg. Cry. Or worse — go completely still. (If you’ve ever seen a blood doll go numb, you don’t forget it.)

2. THE VAMPIRE

If they loved their doll? It destroys them. Because soulmates are magnetic — a pull in the bones. But their doll? Was comfort. Routine. Devotion.

The guilt? Unlivable. Some vampires refuse to acknowledge their soulmate. Others try to keep both.

3. THE SOULMATE

They feel the vampire’s grief. Even if they haven’t met yet. Even if they don’t understand it. The soulmate ache is mutual — like a song humming in the blood, just out of reach. And when they do meet? They’ll know the vampire is not whole.

That someone else bled for them first.

💔 IS THERE A WAY OUT?

There are only three endings.

OPTION 1: Let Go The vampire severs the doll bond. The doll leaves. The vampire grieves. The soulmate… waits. (This one is rare. Most vampires aren’t strong enough to walk away.)

OPTION 2: Die With Me The doll asks for a final feed. One last taste. One last kiss.

Then the vampire glamours them. Makes them forget. Or makes sure they never wake up. (This one is darker. Some vampires believe love should never be shared.)

OPTION 3: Ruin Everything The vampire refuses the soulmate. Stays with the doll.

Becomes unstable. Feral. Because the body knows. Magic eats them from the inside. Rage cracks. Hunger fits. Hallucinations. The soulmate suffers too — distant pain, inexplicable dreams. Eventually, they are pulled toward each other anyway. And by then? There’s no doll. No love. Just blood on the floor.

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🦪 ANON — thank you for bringing this gorgeous ache to the altar. Come again 🦇💋

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👻 ANON WANDERS IN WITH A GHOSTLY SCENARIO…“They didn’t mean to hurt you. But the fangs are out, the blood is already warm, and your voice is the only thing dragging them back.”

Buckle up, darling. You just triggered one of the darkest, most vulnerable vampire!SKZ scenarios yet.

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🩸 WHEN THEY ALMOST KILL YOU

You’re the closest. You’re warm. Breathing. Bleeding. And they’ve snapped.

Their vision whites out. Fangs bare. They don’t see you — just pulse, scent, blood. They strike. Grip your throat. Fangs sink in.

And then—

💥 Your voice.

A gasp. A sob. A whisper of their name. It splits the haze like a blade. They stop. And that’s the moment everything breaks.

Bang Chan He hears your breath stutter. Sees the bruises forming. Tastes your blood and wants to vomit.

“No. No. No. No—NO.”

His hands are shaking, but he forces them away from your skin. He drops to his knees. Crumples like he’s the one stabbed. You’re still conscious, but your pulse is faint — and he starts begging.

“Don’t leave me. Not like this. Please, stay awake. I’ll fix it, I swear—”

He rips through bags of emergency blood, medical kits, potions, spells. He’d burn himself alive to bring you back if he had to. And he won’t feed again for weeks. The scent of blood disgusts him now.

Even his own.

Lee Know He goes still the moment he realizes. Just stands there. Hands bloody. Eyes wide. His brain refuses to process it.

Then —

“What did I do?”

The calm shatters. He throws himself into whatever healing spell or potion he has memorized, snarling the incantations like curses.

If you flinch away, even slightly? He walks out. Not to leave. To go chain himself down. No one sees him for 3 days. When he returns, he’s wearing gloves. Never touches you bare-handed again… until you ask him to.

Changbin He’s holding you too tight. Your wrist is bleeding. You’re crying. And he screams.

“NO. PLEASE—! I didn’t mean to—I—I didn’t—!”

His body collapses over yours. Shaking. Wracked. He keeps repeating your name. Presses his forehead to yours like a prayer. Even after you’re healed, he won’t let himself near you for weeks. Sleeps on the floor. Doesn’t speak unless spoken to. Goes deathly silent unless you hold his hand first.

Hyunjin He goes feral in reverse. From monster to weeping child in seconds. He looks down at your torn skin, the bruises on your neck—

“I touched you like them. I touched you like them—!”

You’ve never seen him sob like that. He tears at his own chest, like he wants to rip his heart out and give it to you as apology.

It’s devastating. And when you try to reach for him?

“Don’t. I’m not allowed to touch you anymore. I’m not safe.”

It takes every ounce of your strength to convince him otherwise. He’ll sleep at your feet for weeks — curled up like a ghost.

Han Jisung He blacks out mid-feed. Wakes up to your voice — and blood on his lips. You’re curled on the floor, barely conscious.

“Oh f-fuck—nononono—fuck—fuck—no—”

He hyperventilates. Panic spirals. Stares at his hands like they’re covered in acid. Vomits. Screams. Crawls backwards until he hits the wall and wails.

Once you’re stabilized, he refuses to sleep. Paranoia sets in. He glamours himself not to feel hunger. Tries to build safety protocols for himself. Eventually, you have to climb into his lap and cup his face just to say:

“You came back. You stopped yourself. That matters.”

And he’ll just cry harder.

Felix The moment he sees blood on your neck, he freezes. Eyes glowing. Mouth open. Breath silent. Then his pupils shrink. He starts whispering your name — again and again.

Like if he says it enough, it’ll undo what happened.

“No… no, angel—wake up. Baby, please. Please…”

He carries you to the room, lays you in silk, lights every healing candle, chants every preservation spell. And then he sits in the hallway. Face to the wall. Head down.

Waiting for you to call him back in.

You always do. Eventually. But when you wake, his eyes are still red with tears.

Seungmin He registers everything with horrifying clarity. The blood. Your injuries. The moment his control snapped. He says nothing. Just grabs his emergency pack, heals you in total silence, then stands in the corner.

You try to speak? “Don’t.” You cry? “You should.”

He doesn’t cry until you say: “I’m still here.”

That’s when his voice breaks.

“But what if you hadn’t been?”

And for the first time in his long, cold life — He can’t give you a sarcastic answer. He just sinks to the ground and puts his head in your lap.

Jeongin He was already scared of what he’s becoming. But after this? He’s terrified.

He throws himself across the room the moment he snaps out of it. Fangs still out. Eyes still glowing. He snarls at himself.

“Get away from them. GET AWAY FROM THEM—!”

You’re bleeding, barely upright. But he won’t come near. Even when you call out, whisper his name, beg—

“I can’t! I don’t know how to be this—how to stop—”

He isolates himself. Chan and Felix have to intervene. But only you can bring him back to stability. And when he finally lets you touch his cheek again?

He weeps like he’s home.

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👻 ANON — You ripped my soul out and lit it on gothic fire. I hope you’re happy. Come back with more any time 🦇💋

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@rinthehufflepuff you are the last piece of today's ask dumb! You asked for vampire breeding kink reactions.

You will not survive. I promise you that.

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🩸 "Breed me."

The words leave your lips — a whimper, a sob, a sweet little desperate plea.

You think you’re teasing? You think they’re gonna laugh it off? Oh sweetheart. You’ve just sealed your fate.

Bang Chan His pupils blow wide. His fangs throb. The word “breed” hits him like a fucking command spell.

“Say it again.” “No—look at me. Say it again.”

You gasp, repeat it — and that’s it. He pounces. Pins your wrists above your head, buries his face in your neck, and growls.

“You want to be mine like that? Carried. Marked. Full of me?”

He bites and fucks at the same time — synced, brutal, covenantal. You're sobbing and shaking and he’s whispering things like:

“You’ll never be empty again.” “Gonna fill you until my cum sings in your womb.” “You’re mine now. All the way.”

He finishes with your thighs shaking. You black out in his arms.

Changbin You say the word and he gasps like he’s been slapped. Then his eyes roll back and a noise leaves his throat that can only be described as devastated arousal.

“You—fucking hell, baby—you sure? Because I’m not gonna stop.”

You say “please” and it’s OVER.

He flips you on your stomach and stays inside the entire time. Breeding you like instinct. Hissing about how “You were made for this.”

“Your body knows me.” “Taking me so deep, fuck—look at that.”

He bites when he finishes, then holds you still — just breathing hard, forehead to yours.

“No one’s ever getting in you again. Just me. Just mine.”

Minho You say it with a little smile. A playful tilt of your head. He’s silent. You blink—He’s already between your legs.

He doesn’t speak for the first 5 minutes. Just fucks. Slow. Methodical. Deadly. You’re already shaking before he even responds.

“You want me to breed you?” “You think you’re ready for that?”

He grabs your thighs. Spreads you wider.

“We’ll see.”

The entire night becomes a test of endurance. Every orgasm is a tally. Every time you cry his name, his hips slam harder. And when he finally bites? He drinks after he finishes. So he can taste you while you’re still twitching.

Hyunjin You say it in his ear while riding him — And he chokes. Literally gasps. Claws at your hips. Eyes tear up instantly.

“You—you can’t say things like that—! I’ll ruin you—!”

You whisper it again, and his head drops to your chest with a broken sob. His thrusts turn feral. He keeps his eyes on your belly the whole time, like he can see it swell.

“Want to give you everything. Want to fill you up. Want to watch your body change.”

And when he finishes inside? He kisses your stomach like it’s sacred. You are. To him.

Jisung You tease him with it. Say it once. Just once.

“Why don’t you breed me like you mean it?”

And he malfunctions. Eyes go blank. Breathing halts. His cock jumps inside you.

“You—you did not just say that—”

You smirk. He snaps. You’re folded instantly. Knees by your head. His whole body covering yours. Biting your neck and whispering madness.

“Breed you? Oh you’re fucked now.” “I’m gonna fuck it in until it sticks.” “You’re gonna feel me for days.”

You do.

Felix You say it softly. He’s already kissing your neck, his hips stuttering inside you — and you whisper:

“Please… breed me.”

And this sweet, angelic vampire? He moans. Loud. Raw. Desperate.

“You want me that deep?” “You want to feel me inside even when I’m gone?”

He’s babbling now. Fucking you with slow, trembling reverence.

“Gonna make you mine. Gonna stay in you forever.”

His fangs slide in when you tighten. Your hands are in his hair. His hands are on your belly. And he finishes so fucking deep, you're leaking him all night.

Seungmin You say it like it’s nothing. Half a moan, half a whimper.

“Please… breed me…”

He pauses. Looks down at you. Smirks.

“Say it again. Say it properly. Look me in the eyes.”

You do. You beg. And Seungmin breaks. He fucks you full in total silence. Jaw clenched. Eyes glassy. Hands locked around your hips.

He doesn’t speak until the last thrust — And then his voice is deadly low.

“You’re mine.” “No one else gets this.” “You want my blood in you? You’ll get it.”

And you do. Over and over and over.

Jeongin You whisper it, almost shy. And Jeongin blushes. Then his eyes glow.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

He fucks like he’s proving something. Keeps your legs open with one hand and your throat held with the other. You beg for his cum and he laughs.

“You will. You’ll beg for it again. And again.”

He finishes deep, possessive, panting. Then he stares at your lower belly like it’s sacred ground.

“No one touches this. Not ever again.”

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RIN, 🍒, ANYONE STILL BREATHING: You’re all ruined now. You asked. I delivered. Now take your punishment like a good little blood doll.

Love you, come back any time 🦇💋

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If you made it to the end of this blood-slicked, unhinged, braincell-devouring ASK DUMP…

I applaud you.

🧠 You now have permanent bite marks on your cerebrum. 🎧 Go stream Stray Kids' 'HOLLOW' and feel your ribs vibrate. 🎧 Then stream my cursed little child — VX — .

🚨 PSA: Don’t search “VX” on Spotify or Apple Music — she’s shadowed in the algorithm void. Use the full name: Vexed Existence. Yes, it’s a mouthful. That’s the point. Bite down.

🖼️ PFPs and banners still loading… because I am but one feral brain in a trench coat. Thank you for showing up anyway. For being insane. For bleeding with me.

SEE YOU AT THE NEXT DUMP. BRING SALT. LOVE YOU LOTS 💋🦇

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi Miss Raven! I am here today to ask if you have any thoughts on Ortho’s age. I see a lot of people saying that Ortho is mentally a child which is the reason he’s left out of a lot of like x reader stuff which I totally understand why that would be uncomfortable. Sometimes I see people saying that Ortho is actually closer to 16 though? I’m kinda confused now so I wanted your opinion. Thanks and sorry if this is an uncomfortable subject or something.

Like I expressed in this post about Malleus’s mental age, I don’t think there’s a very obvious right or wrong answer to this. To the second anon, please refer to the post I linked to answer your question.

I understand that people can be uncomfortable shipping Ortho with other characters, who are typically teenagers or actual adults, due to how he appears very young. That’s entirely their right to do so, and it’s a valid stance to have. I myself choose to avoid shipping Ortho too, but I have additional reasons that I won’t get into here since it gets sort of personal 😅 However, I also hold the opinion that Ortho is not mentally a child, even if he may physically present as one because of his small stature.

Let’s quickly review the lore behind Ortho and why some fans see him as a child. He’s a technomantic android created by Idia and imbued with the memories of the original Ortho, the younger Shroud brother who passed away in a horrible accident. In 6-75, we learn that Idia was 10 years old at the time of this accident, meaning that Ortho was 2 years younger than him at 8 (since Idia is currently 18 and, in book 7, Ortho is starting his first year at RSA as a 16-year old).

Ortho mentions in his Birthday Gear vignettes that he has the strongest birthday memories of 11 years ago. If we assume Ortho is 16ish now (also stated in his Birthday Gear), this seems to imply that OG!Ortho died after his 5th birthday, perhaps as young as 5 years old. Idia would be 7ish around the time Ortho is 5. Factoring in the 2 years that pass after Ortho’s death, Idia is would be 9-10ish. This creates a potential contradiction, as the S.T.Y.X. researchers appear to claim Idia was 10 at the time of Ortho’s death and not 2 years after it. The only way this works is if they were talking about 10 year-old Idia in the present, but Idia was actually closer to 7-8 when he hacked the security systems 💦 I’m going to assume ghat the “strongest birthday memories” mentioned in the Birthday Gear vignettes simply refers to a very detailed memory due to the happiness OG!Ortho experienced that year, not that it was the last birthday he experienced before death.

It should also be noted that it took Idia roughly 2 years to actually make the technomantic android we now know as Ortho. If we add these 2 years to Ortho's original age at death (5 to 8), he would be around 7-10ish in his new form. For the sake of simplicity, I will assume the older age estimates in the rest of their discussion.

Ortho's official profile lists his height as 148 cm, which is significantly more than the height of the average 10-year old boy (~138.5 cm). His actual height is, however, very close to the average height of a 12-year old boy (149 cm). Ortho at this point also sounds different than the child Ortho we see in Idia's post-OB flashback, indicating that our Ortho is slightly older than at the time of death. Idia most likely designed robo!Ortho to match the age Ortho would have been at, had he lived those 2 years.

Altogether, this, at best, places Ortho at 8 years old minimum and 10, maybe 12 years old maximum. That makes him not even a teenager yet--so why do I think he's actually closer to 16 mentally and not 10-12? Because he knows much more than the average child does and is able to very eloquently verbalize his vast knowledge.

Now, I do think an argument can be made that Ortho only knows as much as he does (including his vocabulary) because of his inherent nature as a robot and not as an organic being. Ah, and here's the crux of the issue: can we judge an android by the same standards as that of a human??? In my eyes, a gifted or genius child cannot compete with the capabilities of a supercomputer. Ortho is equipped with very advanced learning algorithms, which allow him to pick up on and learn quickly--and this is something that I equate with his ability to grow and develop as though he were human. In Fairy Gala If, Ortho defines his own understanding of evolution and applies that concept to his runway walk. Even the emotions that Ortho currently expresses are the result of him learning from the media he consumes and then emulating them. He's formally recognized as a student late in book 6 as well, which effectively makes him a first year (most of which are 16ish). I assume that Ortho even starts to take classes meant for first year high school students at that point, and has no issues with the difficulty of the material. I think that, to label him as 10-12ish or even 8, it unnecessarily infantilizes Ortho minimizes his own advanced ability to learn and grow and change: things that are most definitely human.

I also think that Ortho's behaviors are too mature for a typical child. That's not to say that he's the peak of maturity (let's not forget how often he defaults to trying to laser beam his problems away), but Ortho is typically very logical and relies on cold, hard facts to make optimal decisions. He is also the one that usually moderates Idia and tries to encourage healthy behaviors in him, like socializing, leaving his room, sleeping on time, eating well, trying new things, etc. Ortho is essentially his brother's keeper for a good chunk of the main story and in vignettes (like Ceremonial Robes) and events (Harveston Sledathon, Wish Upon a Star, etc.). This isn't an absolute, of course. I can see people pointing out that Ortho only acts logical because he's a robot, or that little kids are sometimes forced to "grow up" faster due to their pressing circumstances (which, in this case, is Idia and his anxiety). These are valid interpretations too. If memory serves correctly, the students at NRC don't exactly treat Ortho like some baby that wandered onto campus. At most, they tend to just refer to him as Idia's kid brother. ("Kid" here not referring to Ortho literally being a child; it could also be interpreted as "younger" brother or the "younger/little" Shroud.) The few who do make fun of him for looking young tend to be mobs or painted as misunderstanding him (as is the case with Ortho's Ignihyde Gear vignettes). Ortho even seems to be surprised at being mistaken for a child by Diasomnia mobs: "A kid? Oh, you must not know who I am since you're freshmen."

Idia had the liberty to design Ortho's body however he wanted. As previously stated though, it's likely that he modeled the body off of the age of death rather than updating it to reflect a more mature mentality. In other words, Ortho's body doesn't reflect what he knows or how he acts. If I had to give a real world comparison, it's like how there are really short adults--but that doesn't make them any less of an adult just because they're short; they often can't help their bodies being that way. (In Idia's book 7 dream, Ortho at age 16 is still depicted as being short.)

I do think that, to some degree, Ortho is aware that he presents like a child and knows how to use this to his advantage to get his way. He sometimes plays it up to beg Idia to come out of his room, and, in his Ignihyde Gear vignettes, Ortho plays innocent to Trein so that it seems like some mob students are bullying him (even though the truth is that Ortho was playing embarrassing videos of said mob students for he public to view). "Professor, I was just minding my own business and drying the sheets when these two started yelling at me... *sniffle*"

Those are my thoughts! Please bear in mind that this is just my own interpretation; it's in no way canon, and nor am I insisting it to be. Ortho's age is officially stated as "undefined", so I don't think there's a clear number we can put to him. It's really up to individual interpretation! I hope that I was able to provide both sides to the argument and sufficient information for you to come to your own conclusions about Ortho's age ^^

[classfelidae]

ETIQUETTE

If you were tagged it’s just a shoutout, don’t panic XD

Hi all, I wanted to make this post to set some gentle boundaries when it comes to my au.

I’ve had a few interactions like this now, and I’d rather make a post explaining my boundaries to prevent it from happening more.

This is not directed at one specific person. It has happened a few times with different people. I may reference experiences but the post in general isn’t directed.

Okay, to the point. Please do not make unsolicited comments criticising my designs/animal pick for characters. Especially if it’s a finished design. If you’re not happy with my choices, you have free will- pick up a pencil and make your own.

This includes backhanded compliments such as “this is cool, but I’d prefer if they were a ___” and “I’ll only see (character) as an (animal) but…”

While they may not be intended as such, these come off as rude and really hurt my feelings. You may know by now that I put a lot of thought and effort into every single design I’ve put out.

There are multiple factors, not just their personality and their looks. I take into consideration the dynamics they have with other characters, their behaviour, the way they move, their trap, etc. Some characters are designed with an overarching motif, for example, Wrath of the Gods (ty to the ppl who corrected me) are based on street animals, vermin, and each character will fall into that category. Adam and Lawrence? Cat and dog dynamic. Hoffman and Strahm? Competitors. Biological enemies. You get the gist.

Either way, I care a lot about my designs and for someone to invalidate them blatantly does hurt my feelings! And it does stick in my head for a while. In short, think about what you’re typing before you hit send. It may mean nothing to you but I assure you it means something to me.

If I am looking for advice on a characters design, I’ll ask for it! Suggestions on these posts are okay! As well as on concept sketches of a new design.

Hoffman was actually down to a vote on my Instagram!

My asks are also open for anyone curious about lore and why I picked an animal for a character etc.

I love talking about it so please ask me!! If I don’t respond to your ask about a specific character it just means I don’t have art of them yet, please don’t think I’m ignoring you out of malice; I have a few asks I yearn to respond to in my inbox rn but I just need to draw something for em!

If you have said something like this and I ask you not to because it’s rude, please just apologise and promise you won’t do it again. Do not argue with me and make me feel stupid/belittle me for my boundaries. That adds salt into the wound and you will be blocked.

I will not dislike you or hate you for a misstep; it’s just about respecting me and my art.

On that note, I don’t condone people comparing my au to other animal AUs, or other artists in general. Do not tell another artist mine is better than theirs or vice versa. That is also rude and frankly, toxic. We are all human beings and deserve to be respected.

Having said all this, I want to say that if you have your own animal au; please don’t be scared to tell me about it! I love hearing and seeing others interpretations of the characters, all are valid in their own unique ways.

I also do not mind if you draw yours interacting with mine, in fact I love it! So don’t be scared to show me.

And lastly, I want to shout out some very cool people that also have animal aus for you all to enjoy!!

These guys are great and their art rocks. Please support them!

@ostendird-oddie

@eldritchx

@littlesapphicraccoonguy

@xxhamtubexx

@w0lfieisdrawing

@dragofelid

@voidfluid

@tatzlyip

(PS, if you were that person with an opossum Adam pls comment cuz I’ll put you here but I forgot ur username WAA)

[hei3355]

some rambling about my interpretations and hc (mostly chapter 3 and a tiny bit of 4) (bad english) 

before chapter 3 dropped there was already a ‘tenna design’ going around (?) idk if it was official or not but i thought the nose looked too much like spamton’s… it cant be… the big bad who ruined spamton life cant be him right? 

and then it turns out tenna is so much more chill than spamton… he is good and kind hearted even? he cares so much about kris and their family. can never trust a crooked salesman's words 

when tenna jumped onto the screen my eyes popped out of my sockets... his nose… his outfit... and the way he acts feels so much like the headcanon i have for big shot spamton (BIG) if he ever does tvshow (like at least 80%)... i love that so much….

i think the difference between tenna and spamton is that... tenna just wants to do his job and be loved, wanting to make lightners happy, with a lot of attachment and abandonment issues included in the package. I feel like tenna has an insane vibe but if he killed someone it might be by accident and he will feel bad abt it. He was manipulated into doing whatever transpired in chapter 3 too. like sure he has moments where he bully his employees and use the contract to force them to do his binding along other things but overall a misguided chaotic good boy who suffered so much from mental illness.

while spamton is like… everything he did was for himself. he wanted to be a big shot, respected, have wealth and social status. he wanted to be able to call his own shot, decide his own fate. he will manipulate others and even kill if it meant he achieved his goal.  no remorse. rotten to the core. and unlike tenna, who experienced success ever since he was born then slowly on the decline much later (he is still a boss in his world!), spamton had to experience being an underdog for quite a while before becoming a big shot, and then dropped down to the bottom of society with barely any hope to get back up. i think that speak a lot about their gap in experiences and knowledge (not to mention spamton knows so much more about the lore of the world, probably because of the person on the phone telling him)

when  the new chapters dropped i was bracing for some of my headcanons to explode into a million pieces... it was a good delusional time of 3+ years

but turn out the new chapters actually validate several of them/dont affect them????

like

- how it was implied spamton in his big shot era looked completely different from how he is now, to the point tenna couldnt recognize him during the dealmaker encounter (opening lots of room to draw him handsome and the like lmao) 

- spamton didnt seem to be on good term with anyone in his BIG era... making enemies everywhere he went. which is why i find it hard to ship him seriously with anyone in that era... and so i created an AU where he has a 'twin' lol *. the suziella minigame made me burst out laughing with tenna calling spamton his worst hater. even with the character that spamton has the most chance of a romantic relationship with, it wasnt smooth sailing at all. 

*the twinsBIG AU was created because i think spamton didnt get along with anyone in his BIG era, because everyone were either jealous of him, or only tried to get close to him because of his wealth and fame. the only person who he could trust and love, is himself... so its a selfcest AU disguised as a twincest AU lol. and then chapter 3 released a character who not only dressed super similar to BIG, acts like BIG, but also confirmed to have lots of connection with BIG???? Mr. Tony Vulpes wanted me dead on the spot i see. 

- tenna constantly calling him 'tiny mailman' (and the addisons mentioned it in chapter 2 too): maybe in canon he really is very short... but i still like to think BIG is 195cm tall (cope). he is just insecure when there are other men with bigger physiques than him like swatch and tenna in the same room as him.  probably because while spamton was still an addison he got mocked for his height by other addisons a lot (he is still growing!!) which created some insecurities deep rooted inside of his mind. even when BIG is taller than average he still wants more. he looks very confident but he doesnt want anyone taller than him. he doesnt want anyone better than him. a very petty and insecure man. and tenna knows this, so he continuously mocks spamton about his height, poking at his insecurities (everyone is short compared to tenna!!! hes so fucking tall.... even taller than NEO?? insane) 

i feel like spamton knows that he can use the 'secret to be a big shot' to makes tenna pander to him and does whatever he want (toxic relationship lol). like spamton will mock tenna about 'who tf watch tv these days lol. the internet and email is all the rage now' and it might make tenna feel conscious a bit about his lingering fear of being obsolete (at that point in time its not evident yet because according to tenna and ramb the lightners still play in front of/with him, so hes still relevant. they just brought the laptop home to play pretend and thats when tenna met spamton). meanwhile spamton, even though constantly bashing the tv industry as obsolete, still want to expand his influence through tv. for him there is never something called 'enough'. he wants a piece of whatever tenna currently have. 

it is unsure if spamton disappeared before or after the dreemur's divorce... i think each option has its own flavor. if it was before then it made him even more desperate to wait for spamton to come back, if it was after then he will be more desperate to make spamton spill his secret.  with the family broken apart, the lightners started watching tenna less and less and it make him slowly fall into despair... 

it seems most theory is set on spamton getting abandoned by the person on the phone because he was trying to tell tenna about his 'secret'. which lead to misunderstanding between them where tenna thought spamton scammed him, and spamton thought it was all a ploy by tenna to cause him his downfall...

but what if... wouldnt it be more tragic if the person on the phone was planning to abandon spamton from the start? whether spamton spills the secret or not doesnt matter. spamton at that point is of no use to them anymore, so they decided to discard him. and it just so happened to fell into the worst timing ever with spamton about to sign a deal with tenna? which led to the misunderstanding stated above. id imagine if the person on the phone wanted to stay a secret, they would have disclosed that from the beginning to spamton, and with how spamton worship that person i dont think he will spill anything.  

their situation is so terribly sad... both of them now at their lowest while thinking the other one is still doing well and resent each other....

the dealmaker scene while very funny, but the way spamton reacted is quite sad in my opinion. normally he probably throw a tantrum and yelling until the other party listen to him and acknowledge who he is. but this time he just stood there... calmly said hes never doing this again. and quitetly returned to the inventory. 

its like he is saying 'so you are just like everyone else (who have abandoned me)'.  

like how i interpret their relationship above (toxic) but i think at some point spamton let his guard down and thought he could trust tenna. and then the phone rang and his world turned upside down. he thought tenna betrayed him. so seeing tenna tending to the pipis, his mind choose to light up one last time about 'maybe he really do cares'. only to get a grossed out reaction and sprayed full of foam. (dont blame tenna... he cant recognize you) 

the only one that spamton said to be an exempt from his vengenful wrath was 'mike' probably because a giant ass literal microphone was the only thing that is 'nice' to him (because it cant trash talk or has ill intent at him) LMAO

aight thats enough abt spamton and tenna (there might be more but maybe later) chapter 4 really showed a piece of kris' personality and their attitude toward the soul that control them through noelle's home arc at the beginning of the chapter. kris doesnt like being controlled ( who does??) but it seems they are ok (or as time goes by, becoming more ok) with the soul's decisions most of the time as long as it doesnt interfere with their plan with the roaring knight. AND doesnt cause harm to people kris cares about. the constrast between the normal and weird route where kris furiously beat the trash can with the soul in it into a pulp, because they do not agree at all to whatever the soul just did to noelle proved that. they was also the one console noelle at the hospital on their own without the soul's influence too. kris is more like an 'anti-hero' instead of straight out malicious/evil. it seems they are a weird kid who went through so much family trauma and mental health problem, only to get roped into a promise that they can not back out of.

id imagine whatever made dess into the roaring knight, was also the one cursed kris with the 'soul' (gaster)

[erinwantstowrite]

God I fucking HATE TRINITY UGH. TOM KING GET AWAY FROM WW COMICS GRRRRR

extremely valid and also im using this post as a backboard thank you <33333 wonder woman fans, here's a poll:

there are probably more options here but i just woke up a little bit ago. i would appreciate any and all insight, there are no right or wrong answers. if it helps to know my standpoint, i think Lizzie as a concept isn't terrible and her design is cute, BUT!!! i don't appreciate her actual written origins and believe she's too centered around Batman, Robin, and Superman. she's supposed to be a Wonder Woman character... i'd appreciate if anyone could give me "well this is how i WISH she had been written" advice so i can gain some research for if i do end up writing her. i have a couple ideas of my own but ultimately i am not THAT well versed on Wonder Woman lore at the moment. this post is specifically designed here for people to rant/rave/whatever so don't worry about bugging me with your thoughts, i WANT them. the more the better!

ALSO ALSO: this post is NOT an excuse to go after anyone with a differing opinion. anybody who starts being rude to someone else will be deleted or blocked. i can't tell if this warning applies to Wonder Woman fans... am i scarred from Batfam posts...

[thestalkerbunny]

So truly as his song proclaimed, on one sunny day (A heat index of literally 97 degrees and climbing) I once again met with our old friend Bill Cipher by purchasing The Book of Bill.

And I gotta say.

It was like a WAVE of nostalgia.

I had forgotten how GOOD and WITTY Gravity falls had been. Not to mention the book in itself is SMART. We as a community were ENTHRALLED with the evil tortilla chip-an absurd thing to vote Tumblr's most sexy man 2013-and the book knew that and was like 'here is more of the chip man.' Like obviously there's codes and treats and what have youse for the smarter folks. But just the energy of the whole book, the fake ADS, the amazing design work, the missing pages, GATSBY, the LORE Bill gives that fills in so many blanks for us while callously poking more holes with a pencil at the same time. You read it perpetually bouncing back and forth questioning how reliable a narrator Bill is and more importantly, how much of it do you REALLY want to believe in?

It's a narrative that explores Bill as a person-at least how Bill Perceives it and with missing journal pages from Ford, how FORD perceived Bill.

The whole book in itself is a BREAK UP story, between a Man and the Monster who he unknowingly let into his life. A monster that pushes him to the brink, that makes the possession trope EXCITING AND NEW to me as he is horribly aware and actively communicating with the monster who is actively threatening his very LIFE if not given obedience and compliance. And it's not one sided yelling into the void convos-they can actually communicate and it makes the disregard so much more terrifying. It both makes you empathize with our favorite villain while not cheapening it so much to redeem him.

Reading this book validates the mania we see Ford with when we get the flash back episode of the Portal Incident. The sick sort of Paranoia that he's developed because every waking moment of his life has been ruined by someone he let in, trusted and opened up to.

The Book of Bill doesn't pull punches. There are parts in this book that go from 'comical horror' that jacks it up to 'Jesus fucking christ'

The Book of Bill does what the original show was not allowed to do-which is go further with how DAMAGING a relationship Ford had with Bill. How it was an addiction, feeding off each other. Ford in finally having someone who could in essence-REFLECT his own intellect back at him and Bill, a creature that demanded an audience to be witnessed by constantly.

Regardless, this was a FASINATING read. 110/10 totally work the trip in the 97 degree heat I made to 3 towns over JUST to get the Barnes and Noble EXCLUSIVE Copy that will now sit very proudly on my shelf. Go Buy it, Go Read it, It is WORTH it.

[sillygoofyqueer]

elaborate on the leviathan au PLEASE

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, ANON!!!!!!!!! I've got some notes on it so I can be like "*checks notes*" and you'll know that I'm not joking Okay so I'm focusing on shift-between-forms demon leviathyuan, and according to my notes it's partly because I find the idea of tiny man to HUGE FUCKING beast really funny. And I'm valid in my interpretation, well done past me. Okay so I'm imagining Binghe in the abyss, looking for a place of safety and stumbling across a seemingly empty cavern, taken up mostly by this strange, seemingly endless deep dark lake. He's injured and stumbles across one of the lakesides - I'm thinking bioluminescent plants and soil fertilised by carcasses of the dead. But he pauses when he sees this...well, it can't be a human, no humans would survive here, so this demon, sitting quite comfortably on the side. Shen Yuan has patches of scales across his skin (can you tell that I'm an absolute sucker for scale patches?), and I'm thinking that they blend in with his environment, so they're darker, like blacks and cold blues, and some purples for *checks notes* pizazz? Sure. He has gills!!!!! And lungs. I have a separate note that states that I don't want to go into too much detail about it so I can have Mu Qingfang shaking him by the shoulders and being like "HOW DO YOU WORK?!" So No Science allowed, sorry Science lovers. ALSO, Shen Yuan has fish eyes, with huge pupils because - as everyone knows - bigger pupils let in more light, and in the dark depths of his home he needs them to be able to see - MEANING!! He has sensitivity to light :D (I just think that part's neat) He also simply has to have those fish fin ear things because I am a HUGE fucking sucker for them (He Xuan my beloved <3), and because they look so cute. He gets to have iridescent fin ears. ALSO ALSO, webbed fingers and webbed toes <3 (can you tell I'm having fun with this design) AND! Definitely has sharp bite-y teeth because he is A Predator of the Deep. I got distracted writing about his design.....I'll do a lore drop if you want to hear more (≧∀≦)ゞ