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demigod-shenanigans · 10 months ago
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You guys have no idea just how badly I wanna keep posting preview snippets of the Orpheus Eurydice fic btw. Part of me is tempted to start posting chapters but I still have so much left to write and I need to stay strong if I’m gonna finish this
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alexanderlightweight · 3 months ago
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Hello! So glad you are feeling better and back to writing! I love the way you write power dynamics between malec particularly when Magnus takes control of Alec. Do you have anything that touches on that? I’d love to read more! Nsfw or sfw is fine! Happy Wednesday :)
thank you! i'm really happy to be back!
this is really nice to hear because I love writing them! okay so I hope this works? it's Magnus plotting about it but let me know if you'd prefer it in a more direct way, I don't mind excuses to write more of Magnus manhandling Alec's entire life. or manhandling Alec personally if that's the preference. you can let me know even if its not a Wednesday ^_^ I know asks can be intimidating
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rotted at the core
Magnus looks up at his ceiling and thinks that he really did mean to wait until he’d plied Alexander with waffles and strawberries and champagne to interrogate him.
It’s just that in the moment between portalling him away from the danger and to safety, Magnus had thought ‘what if’.
What if Alexander weren’t so talented and capable?
What if he hadn’t been as observant as he is?
What if Alexander had died?
With Magnus none the wiser that his love was even in danger.
Magnus hadn’t quite managed rationality after that and Alec’s soft admissions — that at one point he wasn’t even safe in his own room — had not helped matters.
Not that he blames Alexander.
If anything Magnus blames himself, even if knows that will only make Alexander feel worse about this whole situation.  It’s why he hasn’t woken his boy up yet, letting him sleep close and safe and protected at Magnus’ side.  Alive and breathing and so very tangible with his weight splayed across Magnus body and his head tucked under Magnus’ chin.
Magnus needs to process things, even if only for a moment longer.  Because while things are going to change — as they cannot remain the same — Magnus won’t get very far with haphazard, sloppy actions.
Alexander is about to offer Magnus quite a bit of leeway in his future actions regarding Alec. It’s something that’s happened before and Magnus is prepared to take full advantage and also play dirty this time.
Magnus doesn’t think he will ever be able to forget Alexander, underneath him and promising that he trusted him, that he never meant to hide it. As if Alexander needed to be forgiven for being the target of others and for Magnus not noticing the danger he was in.
And while Magnus won’t allow something like this to create a scar between them, he is willing to use Alexander’s current penitence as an opportunity to protect him.
After all, if he’s truly sorry for putting Magnus’ very heart in danger, then he won’t mind Magnus making sure that he’s as protected as possible.  There are layers upon layers of rituals, geas, artifacts and similar that Magnus can use.  
However he’s not sure just how far Alexander will let him go once time passes, which just means that instead of easing Alexander into it.
He’ll start from the most extreme and then work his way down.
After all, when Alexander eventually gets tired of letting Magnus do whatever he wants.  Magnus will still be able to get away with layering him in simple, extra pieces of protection. 
Since Alexander will merely think it a small request in comparison to the memory of the rituals Magnus is about to demand or the fact that it will be a very long time before he goes anywhere without Magnus.
Even if Magnus has to follow him past the wards of Idris.
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Also please remember these are unreliable narratives. Magnus considers it an interrogation instead of just, you know genuinely asking a relevant question to a traumatic experience that Magnus got severely triggered during. 
Alec did not feel interrogated and he 100% did not believe that magnus was just going to eat breakfast with him for dinner and leave it at that.  Alec knows his man, he was prepared to weather the coming storm as soon as the portal opened. The second he saw magnus’ expression he realized it was going to hit hard.
Magnus all: i’m going to trick alexander into letting me protect him for the rest of our lives
Alec: oh magnus is going to take this as an opportunity.  I can already tell the fallout is going to be catastrophic.... For me.  You know what, he deserves it. He was triggered as fuck by this and i didn’t even think about how bad he would take this. If he wants to layer me in rituals for the rest of our lives then i won’t complain... much, and i’ll at least give him a few months of overkill before even complaining. 
Magnus and alec know each other well enough but they still dont love themselves enough. Which is why they love each other enough for themselves too until they can heal.
I’ve found that even parts of myself i once disliked or thought i hated, when loved or admired or just accepted by someone who loves me and i love, then its hard to keep hating the bits and pieces of yourself that you first thought didn’t fit or were wrong. 
(this is not specific to romantic love though i use it in this context for malec. As an aroace i have to say any love works for this as long as its mutual).
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reine-desideria · 29 days ago
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My dearest Désirée, my darling, my radiant northern star, my legally wedded, publicly and spiritually entwined wife—
I hope this message finds you in good health and excellent taste, as always. I write not out of jealousy (though some might, unfairly, accuse me of it), nor out of irrational spite (which is frankly beneath me), but rather out of... gentle concern. And love. And a sense of—national security.
Permit me to speak plainly, for my heart knows no artifice where you are concerned. You reblogged something earlier—yes, yes, I do look at your posts and tags sometimes, it's charming, really—and it was from a person who you may not entirely recall is one of my most persistent lifelong enemies.
Now, I understand it's been some time, and memory can be a fickle thing, but the man you reblogged from—Louis-Nicolas Davout, Marshal of the Empire, bane of my existence, eater of joy and sunshine—is that Davout. The one with the glare, and no friends. That Davout.
To summarize, he is a terrible, horrible, insufferable man with a heart made of iron filings, nothing more than a grudge-bearing automaton powered by malice and regulation. I dislike him greatly. He dislikes me greatly. It's mutual, passionate, and, I fear, eternal.
Which brings me back to your tag. “hello <3”
Darling.
Sweetheart.
Light of my diplomatic balancing act.
He doesn’t deserve the heart. He deserves several hours of mandatory socialization. He would, without hesitation, twist your kind little “hello <3” into political ammunition, Do you not see what havoc such a tender glyph might wreak? I’m asking that you refrain from giving him your affection. I cannot bear to imagine him smirking at your kindness. He will print it out and frame it and use it as leverage against me. Not to mention, if word were to circulate that you, my queen, publicly greeted him with affection—even flippant affection—it would become gossip. Then headlines. Then quotes at my expense in council.
You understand, I trust, how that would make me look. The optics alone—well. I won’t dramatize.
All I ask is that you consider how our reputation—yours and mine, united in matrimony—might be affected. I know it may seem petty, but appearances are not petty when one wears a crown. And Davout would love nothing more than to insinuate a closeness between us, to smirk and say, “Ah, well, your wife doesn’t seem to mind me.”
I do. I mind him tremendously.
Anyway! Love you so much. Just thought you should know.
Warmest regards and eternal devotion from your,
Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte
P.S. You looked lovely yesterday. Unrelated, but I thought it would soften the tone.
My dear, sweet husband, whom I love beyond measure,
Too much text, I ain't reading all that, but I think I got the general idea.
Right now, you're in the library and I'm in the living room. If you want news of my health, just open the door and shout loud enough for me to hear you and if I do not respond, call emergency services because I am probably dying or try to remember what you did wrong because I am probably ignoring you on purpose. I do, however, appreciate the slightly silly romanticism of little papers slipped under the door, so I won't hold it against you.
To begin with, I'd like to point out that there's an endless list of people who are jealous of you, your charisma and your professional success, and it's impossible for me to remember all your haters (although it's true that when I saw that name, it sounded vaguely familiar).
Secondly, it's precisely because I'm thinking of your reputation and mine that I did what I did. I know we're in Sweden, and people here are as warm and friendly as literal prison gates, but that doesn't exempt us from observing the basic rules of hospitality, which are to greet people and kiss them on both cheeks like decent human beings. Think of the disastrous consequences if I hadn't said hello to Monsieur Davout: he could have said “your wife didn't say hello to people, she's bad-mannered”, and in Marseille that's enough to ruin a family's reputation. At least now he won't be able to say I'm rude! You can hate people and talk behind their backs, and I'll even pay my cousins in Lambesc to go and beat the shit out of him if you want, but always say hello.
Toodeloo,
Your wife.
PS: I looked lovely yesterday??? What exactly does that mean, that I wasn't lovely on every other day of the year or today? Why yesterday in particular, what does that mean? AAAAH. Now I'm mad at you.
PPS: I know you're going out this afternoon, please bring some bread. But I mean REAL bread, bread made with real flour and baked in a real stone oven, not the disgusting white bread the Swedes eat, bread with which our cooks can prepare a proper bruschetta.
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wizardingworldlibrary · 6 months ago
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Adult/Older Charaters (3) Masterlist
part one, part two
Acerba Sunt Bella Fratrum (bitter are the wars between brothers) (ao3) - unspeakable3 M, 4k
Summary: A series of letters written between Regulus and Sirius Black that neither brother could ever bring themselves to send.
Amenable to Reason I - Sparks (ao3) - fleur_despoir albus/gellert M, 443k
Summary: Gellert Grindelwald cannot believe his own eyes when, just a few days after his most successful rally yet, an unspectacular owl arrives with a letter from none other than Albus Dumbledore himself. And Albus Dumbledore cannot believe his own stupidity - perhaps over-indulging on firewhiskey and sending a letter to a former partner who just so happens to have become the most notorious mass murderer of the century truly was not on the list of things he ever wished to experience. Regardless, the damage is done. Decisions need to be made. The smallest stone can cause an avalanche after all, and who knows what might be swept along in its wake - or unearthed? OR: A story of two men realising that the wisest do not conquer in extremes, but in each other’s moderation.
A Silver Splintered River (fanfiction.net) - QueenOfTheDreamers87 bellatrix/voldemort M, 75k
Summary: Bellatrix receives a very peculiar gift for her twenty-first birthday - the kind that transports her, along with Lord Voldemort, to 1920s Paris. In the midst of Grindelwald’s ascent and while trying to unravel the mystery of the cursed “gift,” Voldemort becomes more than Bellatrix’s lord and master. Complete.
A Tangled Web (ao3) - halfpastmorrow remus/kingsley E, 3k
Summary: Kingsley is determined to find out exactly what Remus is hiding.
Being Not Normal (ao3) - PaulaMcG albus/argus, argus/the fat lady, sirius/remus T, 5k
Summary: Argus has lived to mature years before he realises that he lacks something else besides magic. There’s still more for him to learn about rats and pranksters, about restoring paintings, and about himself.
Black & White (ao3) - SeriousScribble lucius/narcissa T, 12k
Summary: The Ministry of Magic has been the stage for schemes and plots for centuries. The tale of how Lucius Malfoy was acquitted with applause and Bartemius Crouch lost all chances to become Minister for Magic is Narcissa’s contribution … and it always ends in Courtroom Ten.
Death Eaters At The Malfoy Estate (ao3) - Grindylowe T, 57k
Summary: Explore Severus Snape’s overworked, drug-riddled world of sexual confusion during his time as a Death Eater.
Did You Miss Me? (ao3) - Fantismal, Krethes sirius/remus, james/lily, alice/frank E, 641k
Summary: Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won’t he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, “Pups”? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?
At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can’t stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.
Fate (ao3) - silverynight albus/gellert/newt M, 11k
Summary: Albus offers Newt an interesting solution to make Grindelwald forget his obsession with him.
From the Desk of Minerva McGonagall (ao3) - Realmer06 T, 8k
Summary: Professor McGonagall makes a habit of writing to the parents of her students once a term. However, her owl has recently taken to pretending he has a broken wing whenever the name 'Weasley’ is mentioned.
Frozen Hearts Melting (fanfiction.net) - mandymld lucius/narcissa M, 149k
Summary: Lucius visits Death and is sent back to right some wrongs and fix his family and the Potter boy. Narcissa and he learn to trust not only one another but the outside world and find freedom in their choices. Lucius guides Harry but this isn’t an adoption story, as he moves towards his destiny regarding not only Voldemort but Hermione.
I Can See You (ao3) - peaceinpanem regulus/james, sirius/remus, draco/harry T, 21k
Summary: When James and Regulus made a pact to marry each other if they were both single at thirty, it seemed like a distant possibility.
But as life takes unexpected turns, James finds himself divorced, reminiscing about their childhood promise.
With Harry gone to school and Sirius and Remus pursuing parenthood, James wonders if Regulus is still single and if their long-forgotten vow can be reignited.
Kingsley’s Folly (ao3) - copperbadge remus/kingsley M, 3k
Summary: Kingsley is going to give Remus Lupin a piece of his mind about Nymphadora Tonks – but Remus is even more confused than he is about it.
last year i abstained this year I devour (ao3) - MrMxLemons snape/voldemort E, 7k
Summary: Severus Snape has wars to win and appearances to keep
little times (ao3) - always_a_birthday_girl sirius/remus M, 43k
Summary: Remus barely noticed when James threw his feet in Peter’s lap or Peter hung shamelessly over Sirius’s shoulders when he was hungover, barely cared when they crowded him on the walk to Hogsmeade for warmth, an eight-legged mass of terrible hair and a single overextended scarf.
But right now, Sirius hovering like a shadow ahead of him, Remus noticed. And if he were completely honest with himself, he noticed Sirius every time.
Sirius inhaled like he could draw all of Remus up with it, take him back to the Potters in his lungs, and hugged him.
Ophiuchus: The Serpent Bearer - The Story of Narcissa Malfoy (fanfiction.net) - JamRolyPoly T, 130k
Summary: A Death Eater’s wife, Draco’s mother, Bellatrix’s sister and the witch who made an Unbreakable Vow with Severus - but who was Narcissa really? Canon-compatible, (books 1-7) following Narcissa from her seventh year at Hogwarts in 1972 through to the immediate aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998. All chapter titles are named after constellations and their myths. Complete.
our endless numbered days (ao3) - Kierkegarden albus/gellert T, 8k
Summary: Some days were silent, and some days passed without so much as a glance. Some days were filled with banter, and other days with cold, cutting truths. Without the mirror bond, Albus thought, he might still be trying to forget that summer.
Woven Together (ao3) - prideofprewett arthur/molly, hermione/ron, harry/ginny, audrey/percy T, 23k
Summary: Molly knit a blanket right before her marriage to Arthur and it became a fixture at The Burrow throughout the years. Basically an excuse to write Weasley family fluff basically.
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bespeckledstars · 3 months ago
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Welcome to my Silly Corner
Hello ૮ ´• ﻌ ´• ა You can call me Nebula!
I wanted to make a preliminary post to drop some important information about my blog, my writing, and other stuff you may want to be privy to before following, etc.
I am starting to publish here because I am ever-so-slightly Sillay about Baldur’s Gate III. Recovery time for this affliction is undetermined.
My only* series, I Need You To Trust Me, is a self-insert isekai fanfiction that I’m writing as a means to cope with grief, stress, and anger, but also channel feelings of resilience, happiness, and returning. I haven’t written in years, and this is the first time I’ve ever published fanfic on a blog that I’m running myself. 
*so far…
Here are a few things to note:
Point 1: I will make a post about accepting requests when I’m ready. I will include in that post what I am and am not going to write. We’ll get there. As of today I am planning on opening requests in mid-April. We shall see if I am ready when mid-April arrives.
Point 2: I am an amateur writer returning a passion I put on pause because of life. Life may still find a way to get me out of my groove. Sorry about that.
Point 3: I Need You To Trust Me is a self-insert fanfiction. Even so, I am writing it as a reader insert because I want others to experience this with me. I apologize in advance for your mischaracterization.
Point 4: The characterization and identity labels of the “you” are listed below. I am not interested in debating any of these identities for the reader to bad-faith actors, I won’t be answering any kind of hate mail regarding these identities, and I will not be participating in any kind of purity culture or policing surrounding what I write. I am here for a good time, not a long time, and I have shit to make. My art may not be everyone’s cup of tea, and there may be some things that, while I find them empowering and idyllic, you may not. Regardless, I’ve compiled a short list of how the reader will be tagged so others might be able to find a reader insert like them:
Agender Reader
Autistic Reader
Fat Reader
Latino Reader
Long Covid Reader
PTSD Reader
Queer Reader
Trans Reader
Point 5: Here are a few more notes about INYTTM!reader’s characterization wrt race, ethnicity, sex, and gender: 
I will use Spanish in some places in this fic. 
The Latino identity is an ethnic one, so your race will be ambiguous. If I make a mistake and characterize something in a way that is antithetical to this promise, please alert me and I will edit it immediately. No, I am not joking.
You will not be named, there will be no Y/N, and they/them pronouns will be used. Reader will explicitly identify as Agender. Transgenderification beams may or may not be shot at the companions. It’s up to them to dodge. (/silly)
AFAB anatomy descriptions will be present initially, however there will be magic sex changes and general gender fuckery throughout, so be prepared for that. CW to come on chapters as it happens.
One final note about the POV of INYTTM: I understand that self-insert and reader insert are inherently clashing POVs. My justification for doing things this way is that I think that my enjoyment of what I’m writing shouldn’t be limited to just me. The aspects of the POV that inform it might not be “common.” Regardless of this, I want to see more of these identities in fiction–Period. If you identify with some of the ideas, experiences, or feelings shared here, I am glad, and you are welcome here. If you are the complete opposite of all of them, you are still welcome. It may be a tall task, but people should be able to empathize and find parts of themselves in others who, on the surface, may not be exactly like them. Crazy. (This point is in reference to the phenomenon whereby some white fans cannot for the life of them identify with anything other than implied or explicit whiteness. I feel bad having to write this out but then again… no I don’t. It’s true.)
Point 6: Each “chapter” will cover a “day” in-game. Some chapters may be longer than others, but I guarantee that early chapters will be longer or about the same length as later ones while I get a hang of this artform again. I am including original ideas and concepts into the story that will fundamentally change how the game goes. I invite you to read with an open mind! I’m sure we can all agree that we’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what it would be like to be “Tav.” I have a lot of rules I imposed to make things more interesting for myself. Sue me ;p
Point 7: I am going to be writing each character some new, potential OOC situations, dialogues, reactions, decisions, etc. I apologize. This fic will be Astarion x reader and that comes with a lot of stuff that will be tagged per chapter. Also, I genuinely love ALL the companions in different ways and want to spend time with each of them and also kiss them sososo much. I’m also a bit of a slut in that sense (LOL!) Everyone is going to get relatively equal attention. This is my promise, and I will do my utmost to keep it. I love these fuckers so I’m jamming with them ALL. 
Point 8: The option to ask me something will be open, but I won’t be checking it all the time. I’m a busy lad. 
Point 9: I’ll do my best to post regularly, but I make no promises for now.
Point 10: I Need You To Trust Me is going to be a really long fic. It is going to be written with the assumption you completed a full and thorough playthrough at least once. Ultimately I am writing it for an audience of one: me. I am going to do what I like and write about what matters to me. As a guest in my “house,” I’m happy to have you over! Really happy, actually!!! But if you start to knock my things over or track in mud, I’m going to kick you out! [Don’t be a dick or I’ll block you :)] Also I am just not going to answer anon hate mail so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I do, however, enjoy discussion so if you want to engage with me (in good faith) on Anon/Asks or in DMs, I’m happy to do so! House rules still apply. 
Point 11: I am going to be cringe. You are going to be cringe. WE are going to be cringe. It’s okay. We can do it together. 
If there are any other major questions you have, you can ask and I’ll see if I can answer. I will also do polls occasionally. I hope you can come to accept all my writing quirks, and enjoy my novelization longer-than-average fic. Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy your stay!
-✎ (❁ᴗˬᴗ) ༉‧ ♡*.✧
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whatacaitastrophe · 1 year ago
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Kirnha x Gortash 2 - for edislendering
A one-shot I did for EdiSlendering (it won’t let me tag you!) <3 Thanks for requesting this! I had a great time writing it, and thank you for your donation to my Ko-fi!
Would you like me to write a BG3 one shot for you? Check out this post and send me a message <3
Song Inspiration: Red Light - The Strokes
Content Warning: Blood, Death
“Gortash,
I trust this letter finds you well, Chosen of Bane. It is not often that I pay any mind to the whispered gossip I hear in the halls of Bhaal’s temple, especially not gossip spread by acolytes whom I cannot even be bothered to remember their names. However, given the nature of the whispers that have reached my ears, it is my responsibility as the Chosen of Bhaal to inquire of their validity. 
While I generally prefer to work alone, if the rumors I’m hearing are indeed true, then you are already involved, which is why I am writing to you now. I believe it is possible we can help each other to achieve our greater ambitions for Faerun in service of our gods.
Come to The Temple of Bhaal in one week’s time to discuss. The password for entry is “Sceleritas.”
In Bhaal’s Name, 
Infamy, Chosen of Bhaal”
“Infamy, 
I’d heard rumblings of the Bhaalist movement resurging once again, but like you, deemed all to be rumors spread by wishful fanatics and bored citizens desperate for something interesting to occur in their daily lives. Pleased to officially make your acquaintance.
While I am interested in hearing more about the rumors you seek to validate and your proposal regarding them (presuming I am able to confirm such rumors as fact), I have little interest in traveling through the city sewers to get there. You are the one who requested this meeting, not I, so if it is an audience with me you seek, you will need to come to Wyrm’s Rock Fortress. 
I’ll let the guards know we are expecting you, and look forward to putting a face to the infamous name. 
Enver Gortash, Chosen of Bane.”
On principle, Infamy almost tossed Gortash’s response into the fire and abandoned his plans to form an alliance with Enver Gortash. The absolute audacity of the Chosen of Bane to not only deny Kirnha’s request for a meeting, but to make it clear that if Kirnha wanted to meet with him, he would have to go to Wyrm’s Rock? It was infuriating. Nobody told Kirnha “no,” and lived to tell about it. That Gortash was still breathing now was as much a testament to his position as Bane’s chosen as his position within the city council. Killing Enver Gortash, while an amusing thought, would be more trouble than it was worth. It would ultimately bring the Bhaalist movement back to the forefront of the citizen’s of Faerun, and the time had not yet come to reveal themselves to the world once again. No, as much as Kirnha hated to admit it, he needed Enver Gortash. 
Which was how Kirnha ended up sitting in the plush chair in Gortash’s office, impatiently waiting for the man to make an appearance. Kirnha knew he had no right to be annoyed that Gortash was not sitting in his office, waiting for Kirnha to call on him. Did that change the fact that Kirnha was annoyed all the same? 
No. No, it did not. 
When the door finally opened and Gortash entered the room, Kirnha did not stand. Gortash had not respected his time by keeping Kirnha waiting, so why should he show Bane’s chosen the respect of standing? It could certainly be called into question whether Kirnha had the right to also be annoyed Gortash kept him waiting, but he honestly did not care. The Chosen of Bane was already skating on precariously thin ice, and the two of them had yet to speak a word to each other. 
The dark haired man was…surprisingly attractive. Kirnha had seen illustrations of him on various pieces of propaganda, and in the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette, but he always assumed they were a caricature of the man who’d just entered the room. It appeared as though Gortash felt the same way about Kirnha, as the man did not bother to be subtle about the way his eyes scanned Kirnha from horns to boots, a smirk settling on his face as he strode towards the tiefling. 
“Ah, you must be Infamy. Apologies for keeping you waiting, I trust you were not here long?” Gortash extended his hand in greeting, and it was only then that Infamy bothered to stand. He was taller than Gortash; not by much, but enough that Kirnha was looking down at the dark haired man as he returned the handshake stiffly. 
“If you were truly sorry, you would have just been on time.” Kirnha mused with a smirk of his own, his tone laced with annoyance as he took his seat again. 
“Not one to mince words, I see. I like it,” Gortash walked around his desk to sit in the chair behind it, propping his feet up as he looked at Kirnha. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” 
Kirnha studied Gortash for a quiet moment before speaking. “My time is limited, so I will speak plainly. Is it true that Belynne Stelmane’s former associate known as The Emperor is Balduran himself?”
If Gortash is surprised by the information Kirnha presented him with, the man does not show it. He simply raises an eyebrow. “My, my, your little followers do know how to pick up a scent, don’t they?” 
That was all the confirmation Kirnha needed to know he was correct. “Is it also true that The Emperor is currently missing, because you trapped him in an icosahedron and then proceeded to lose said artifact?”
Silence. Even in silence, Gortash said everything. In a position such as Gortash’s it would be in the adviser’s best interest to deny Kirnha’s claims outright if they were untrue. As frustrating as Gortash was, Kirnha could respect that the man was choosing to remain silent so he could have plausible deniability, if he did not like Kirnha’s proposal. Instead of acknowledging the question, Gortash replied, “I thought you were going to speak plainly, Bhaalspawn?” 
“Fair enough. What would you say if I knew of a way to elevate us both to positions of power within the city by way of controlling the Elder Brain?”
Gortash studied Kanha’s face, as though he were looking for any trace of deception and Kirnha held his stare, daring the man to contradict him. They sat there in silence, staring at each other– it was a game, who was going to speak first. Kanha knew it was not going to be him, and if it came down to it, he would leave before doing so. 
Minutes went by, and finally, Gortash spoke. “I would say you have my attention.” 
Kirnha smirked and leaned forward in his seat. “How familiar are you with The Crown of Karsus?” 
“Familiar enough to know that it’s missing, so if this plan of yours involves it, then you are officially wasting my time.” Gortash leveled a glare at Kirnha. 
“It is not missing. I know where it is.” Kirnha confirmed. 
“Where is it?” Gortash asked, sitting up in his chair, perhaps a little too eagerly for the persona he’d been playing with Kirnha so far.
“That is for me alone to know, unless you agree to help me retrieve it, and use its power together.” 
“How do I know you’re not lying to me, making a grab for the power and influence in this city I already hold?” Gortash bristled, disappointed that Kirnha hadn’t given up the crown’s location immediately. 
“If I were lying to you then coming here would have been a complete waste of my time, and I do not engage in activities that waste my time,”  Kirnha leaned back. “Are you willing to work with me or not?”
Gortash’s face contorted into something that could only be described as a pout, even if that wasn’t really the right word for it. “Fine. What’s your plan, Infamy?”
Kirnha’s lips formed a thin line, and people who knew him would see the look and claim it was the closest the tiefling ever came to smiling. “Have you ever been to Hell?”
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“If anyone ever asks, you were never here.” The diabolist, Helsik, said to Gortash and Kirnha for what feels like the hundredth time in the last fortnight as they ascended the stairs to her office, and Kirnha didn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes.
“I’m not sure why you feel the need to repeat yourself– you made it perfectly clear upon agreeing to help us in the first place. Your terms are understood.” Kirnha glowered at Helsik, and the woman visibly flinched. 
“Just being cautious, as are you, I’m sure.” She raised her hands in defeat, sensing the tiefling’s annoyance. 
“Now, now, Infamy, play nicely. Helsik is taking a great risk by giving us access to the Hells. The least you can do is be polite.”
Kirnha’s gaze shot to Gortash, and the glare on his face remained. “Oh yes, a terribly great risk, for an obscene amount of coin.” Though he and Gortash could easily afford Helsik’s outrageous fee, that didn’t mean Kirnha had to be happy about paying it; or that he had to be nice to the woman just because she willingly took their gold. If Kirnha had his way, the woman would be dead the moment the portal was opened, but Gortash managed to convince her that keeping her alive could end up being useful, if they needed to return to the hells for any reason. 
In the short time the two of them had been working together, Enver Gortash’s mind was something that Kirnha had come to both hate and love about the man standing next to him. Gortash was smart, possibly too smart and certainly smarter than Kirnha, and every time Gortash made a suggestion or pointed something out that Kirnha had overlooked, the tiefling found himself equally as ready to murder Enver Gortash as he was ready to push all of the stupid trinkets and baubles off of the man’s desk and fuck him right there. It was maddening and, at this point, Kirnha was not sure which of those two things he would do first.
Kirnha and Gortash stood back as they watched Helsik paint the pentagram on the floor in blood, unbothered by where the blood came from. Kirnha paid especially close attention to the ritual as Helsik performed it, just in case there ever came a time he needed to return to hell– after all, it was better to be safe, than sorry. Soon, the blood on the floor was ablaze with fire that gave off an enormous amount of heat, but did not burn as Kirnha and Gortash stepped into the circle. Gortash looked back at Helsik and nodded his head in thanks. “We were never here.” he teased before looking over to Kirnha and shooting him a wink. A wink. The absolute audacity of Bane’s chosen to flirt with him! Kirnha hated how much he loved it, and the way his heart softly stuttered in his chest at the sight. 
Kirnha had no other choice: He was going to have to kill Enver Gortash. 
Maybe Mephistopheles would make it easy, and Gortash’s death could seem like it was an accident. Or maybe Mephistopheles would kill Gortash outright. After all, Kirnha was a Mephistopheles tiefling– the likelihood of being harmed in Cania was incredibly low. Kirnha stepped through the portal in the floor first with his eyes closed to combat the dizziness that often came with traveling via a portal such as this one. 
The smell of sulfur hit him first, and it was like being welcomed home. Kirnha was living among the tieflings of Elturel when they were dragged to the hells, and he’d also been one of the few who chose to stay once everything was set right again. He liked it here– Cania was a place where nobody cared whether you were a good person or not, and Kirnha had used that knowledge to appease Bhaal every chance he could. As it turned out, devils bled just like everyone else. 
“Well, at least Mephistopheles has taste.” Gortash mused after joining Kirnha on the other side of the portal. Helsik’s portal had dropped the two of them just outside Mephistopheles’ castle in Cania, and Kirnha nodded in agreement. He’d been here before– being Bhaal’s chosen on top of being a descendent of the archdevil himself afforded Kirnha many liberties during his time residing in Cania, such as being invited to parties and dinners, giving him ample opportunity to explore the castle and its grounds. Admittedly, Kirnha hated the dinners and parties, but he went because Sceleritas told him that Bhaal demanded it– that having a devil such as Mephistopheles in their corner would benefit Bhaal’s cause in the long run. 
Kirnha was not entirely sure that this was what Bhaal or Sceleritas had in mind when they shared that piece of information with Kirnha. If anything, what he and Gortash were here to do would do nothing other than turn Mephistopheles against them. This was why it was entirely necessary that they do not get caught. 
“You’re certain you know where he’s keeping The Crown of Karsus?” Gortash asked. 
Kirnha smirked at Bane’s chosen as they began walking towards the castle. Much like Helsik’s repetitive statement of anonymity, Gortash had taken to repeating himself, and it was becoming tiresome. “Not nervous, are you, Gortash? I thought you had more mettle than this.” Kirnha mused.
“I wouldn’t call it a lack of mettle so much as I would call it a healthy amount of skepticism.” Gortash bristled.
“If you’re still skeptical, there’s time to turn around. Now that we’re here, I’m sure I can find a way to do this on my own.” Kirnha dared, glaring at Gortash as they entered the castle’s courtyard. 
Kirnha was bluffing, because the fact of the matter was that whether Kirnha liked it or not, he needed Gortash for this to succeed. The crown was an incredibly powerful magical artifact, and it would take the both of them to control it and make it out of Cania alive.
If Gortash caught his bluff, the man said nothing. He only rolled his eyes as they passed through the courtyard and entered the main hall of the castle. Most people would not have simply walked in the front door, but the lords and ladies of the hells, and the souls who served Mephistopheles knew him; they knew he had enough pull with their master not to question his sudden appearance, and they said nothing. 
“I have need to visit the archives.” Kirnha said to one of the souls standing guard by the far entrance. The guard visibly trembled. 
“Sir, Mephistopheles is not currently home, and we are forbidden to escort anyone to the archives without him present.”
That was what Kirnha needed to hear: The Crown was in Mephistopheles’ archives– a place where all of the information and artifacts the archdevil had collected over the centuries was stored. It was not normally off limits to visitors who held favor. That they were being barred from entering now told Kirnha everything about The Crown’s location.
He shot the guard a menacing look. “Do you know you I am, you pathetic worm? I am Infamy, chosen of Bhaal and descended from Mephistopheles himself. I am permitted to access the archives without his majesty, and you will grant me access. So long as you do, Mephistopheles shall not hear of your disrespect.”
There was a beat of silence as the guard considered his options: continue to deny Kirnha entry and die, or grant Kirnha entry and risk death in the event that Kirnha was lying. 
As it turned out, the guard valued his wretched life, and he decided to take the risk of granting Kirnha the access he desired. The guard nodded. “Of course, sir. Right this way.” 
Gortash shot Kirnha a silent look of approval as they followed the guard through the hallways, until they were right outside of the archive doors. “This is as far as I can taken you– I am not allowed in.” The guard trembled again and Kirna waved his hand at the man.
“That is fine. We can take it from here. Just unlock the door.” 
The guard did as instructed and as soon as the doors were open, the guard fled. “Impressive,” Gortash stated as they entered the archives, and Kirnha simply shrugged. “I was prepared to have to fight our way in here, but they quite literally handed you the key.” 
“There’s still time for fighting. Just because they gave me the keys doesn’t mean we’ll get out of here without a fight. It’s not like we’re here for any old magical bauble.”
Yes, there was a very good chance that once Kirnha and Gortash found The Crown of Karsus within the deep archives of Mephistopheles’ castle that taking it from its confinements would trigger an alarm. The fact that it was being kept here, and not in a deeper vault, made Kirnha sure of that. It was almost as though Mephistopheles thought nobody was stupid enough to try and steal The Crown of Karsus from him, or that the archdevil had no idea anyone knew it was here.
For that, Kirnha could thank Cazador Szarr. The vampire lord of Baldur’s Gate had his own dealings with Mephistopheles that gave him an intimate knowledge of this place, and as it turned out, staying on Bhaal’s good side was of great interest to Cazador. Prying the information from him about Mephestopheles’ ownership of the crown had been all too easy. 
Kirnha closed the door behind them and took a few more steps into the deep room of the archives. He reached into his bag and pulled out a scroll of Detect Magic. The scroll would only help so much, as there were many magical items in the archives, Kirnha was sure, but at least it would point them in the right direction. 
What he had not planned on was the pull from the crown being so strong that it overpowered literally everything else. The pulsing magic from the detection spell was so bright and so strong from one specific direction that there was no way it wasn’t coming from The Crown. Kirnha looked at Gortash with a smug grin. “I told you I knew where it was.” 
As they rounded the next corner, the sound of the door to the archives opening once again filled the halls, followed by a pair of hurried footsteps. Kirnha quickly waved the spell away, swearing and swearing under his breath. He’d only brought one scroll of Detect Magic– it should have been all he needed.  
“Quickly, follow my lead.” Gortash whispered hurriedly, and before Kirnha could protest, the chosen of Bane was gripping the collar of his shirt and pushing Kirnha against the nearest wall. Every instinct of Kirnha’s was screaming at him to fight back, that Gortash was about to betray him. 
“What the fuck are you–” Kirnha started to argue as he reached for the dagger at his belt, but he was cut off by the feeling of Enver Gortash’s mouth pressing against his own in a searing kiss. Kirnha instantly stopped struggling against Gortash and melted into the kiss as his brain registered what Gortash was doing, even if it wasn't what Kirnha would have done. Kirnha reached up to grip Gortash’s collar and forcefully moved their bodies so Gortash was the one pinned to the wall, his tongue invading Gortash’s mouth easily. The moan that left Enver Gortash’s mouth sent all of the blood in Kirnha’s body rushing south, and part of him hated it. This was not part of the plan. 
Just as Gortash’s hands released Kirnha’s shirt and found purchase on the tiefling’s backside, there was a squawk of surprise as the footsteps stopped. Kirnha broke away from the kiss and glared at their visitor. It was the same guard as before, and he looked terrified. “S-so-so sorry, gentlemen, but I-I was instructed to-to–”
Kirnha pushed himself away from Gortash and stormed over to the guard, drawing his daggers. “Your intentions no longer matter, as they are your end regardless.” 
Without another word, Kirnha’s hands moved quickly and quietly. There was only one sharp cry of pain before the guard was on the floor, throat slit, his blood spilling across the dark tile floors like beautiful rubies. Kirnha smiled evilly, and a feeling of pleasure rushed through his body. Bhaal was pleased. Kirnha was pleased. He wiped the daggers on the dead guard’s body and stowed them away again before turning to Gortash.
“We likely have about ten minutes before anybody realizes that he hasn’t come back. It’s time to move. Quickly.” Gortash nodded and fell into step beside Kirnha as they power-walked down the hallway towards the source of the magic that the detection scroll found before it was wiped out. 
“You’re a marvelous kisser, by the way.” Gortash flirted, and Kirnha rolled his eyes. Now wasn’t the time for flirting and compliments, even if his body wanted to forget about The Crown of Karsus altogether and just fuck Enver Gortash up against the wall. 
“Not now,” Kirnha snapped, both at Gortash and himself for thinking such thoughts. “We can discuss that once we get out of here.” 
Gortash didn’t flinch at Kirnha’s tone. In fact, he smirked. “Glad you agree there’s something to discuss– I’ve been thinking about that since you walked into my office a fortnight ago.” 
Kirnha made a noise of annoyance. “What part of ‘we can discuss this once we get out of here’ did you not understand?” Annoyed as he was, knowing Gortash had been attracted to him from the beginning certainly inflated Kirnha’s ego a bit as they walked. 
The Crown was at the very end of a long hallway in a glass case. From afar, Kirnha could not see any signs of anything special guarding the case. Kirnha anticipated there being some sort of exploding trap spell on the case itself, but that there was nothing else guarding it felt suspicious. 
Maybe Mephistopheles truly did believe The Crown was safe simply by being in his possession. 
That would be the archdevil’s downfall. 
“That case is trapped.” Gortash confirmed as they approached, and Kirnha nodded. He could feel the magic crackling off of it, and he gestured to Gortash. 
“You can do the honors.” Kirnha ordered as though disarming the case was a privilege, and not something he needed Gortash to do because Kirnha was less likely to be able to disarm it in one try. 
“Gladly. Watch and learn, Bhaalspawn.” Gortash’s devilish grin made Kirnha’s heart stutter again, and he huffed impatiently. Fate was a cruel mistress for deciding to make Kirnha attracted to this man– everything was easier without emotions. Ruling, fighting, killing, fucking…all of it, and the more time he spent in Enver Gortash’s presence, the less Kirnha found himself wanting to fight or kill the man. Ruling alongside and fucking him though…yes, that was starting to interest Kirnha. 
Gortash’s hands were quick, something Kirnha took note of for later, and soon the trap was disarmed and the case was unlocked. “As soon as we pick it up, the alarms will probably sound.” Kirnha said sternly. “Are you ready?”
Gortash laughed. “But of course– I even brought a little piece of insurance, should anything go wrong. Then, from inside of his robes, Gortash pulled out another scroll– a Dimension Door. That would get them as far as they could see, so as long as their portal back to The Devil’s Fee was in sight, they could get out. In a moment of passion, Kirnha leaned in and kissed Gortash fiercely. It was brilliant. He was brilliant, and Kirnha both loved and hated it. 
“Let’s do this. For the Absolute?” Gortash asked slyly.
Kirnha nodded. “For the Absolute.”  
The moment the crown was in Kirnha’s hands, he could feel the power radiating off of it. This was the power that almost killed Mystra. This was the power they needed to control the Elder Brain. Now it was theirs, and as soon as they made it out of Cania, it would be theirs to wield. Theirs– his and Gortash’s. Together. An idea that was growing on Kirnha by the minute. 
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alicesadventuresinffxiv · 9 months ago
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FFxivWrite2024 Prompt #30
Title: Two heads (at each other’s throats), are better than one (insufferably self-absorbed)
Wordcount: 1378
Spoilers through: Endwalker role quest capstone
Relationships & Characters: Fordola/Yugiri(?), Lucia
Summary: Yugiri and Fordola get off on the wrong foot, and now it’s Lucia’s headache to deal with.
(Look. Look. Would it have changed anything important? No. But I just think it would have been funny if Fordola and Yugiri had spent half the EW role quest capstone hating each others’ guts. In, like, a blatantly unresolved sexual tension way, you know? :P)
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“And your problem with Fordola was… what, exactly?” Lucia blinked tiredly at the woman in dark purples and blacks who had flagged her down as she’d been supervising the delivery of another shipment of supplies. With blasphemies on the prowl, there were never enough men to stand guard, so everyone had been pulling double shifts.
Yugiri bowed low. “Please understand. I have a great respect for the people of Ala Mhigo and their general. Yet I cannot help but question why Commander Aldynn chose to send her, when she’s such a diplomatic liability.”
Lucia stared at her. “A liability,” she repeated flatly. 
“She insulted Lord Hien to his face.” Yugiri said, her voice more frigid than the windswept frozen lake nearby. “Though he did not take offense, I suspect any future attempts to work together with Lupis would be… unproductive, at best.”
“I see.” Lucia did not groan, and did not think back to Ser Aymeric’s stories comparing running the House of Lords to herding a mass of contrary coeurls. And if she did, she kept the thought to herself. “I will speak with Fordola. In the meantime, this shipment is headed for Tapper’s Den and we are shorthanded at present. If you have finished with your scouting mission…?”
The Au ra nodded immediately. “I will see it delivered.” She then smiled, ever so slightly. “Do rest, Commander. I would not see you borrow Ser Aymeric’s habit of working himself to exhaustion.”
Since when did the Doman woman know - ah, yes, she was a shinobi. Not a job so different from Lucia’s own work as a spy, once upon a time. And Ser Aymeric’s foibles in that regard were not a particularly well-kept secret. “I’ll take a rest when the damn blasphemy’s turned to dust,” she replied, and gave a wan but knowing smile back.
Yugiri bowed again, and Lucia watched as the quiet woman slipped away through the snow, whispering and shaking her head to herself as she went.
“Her unprofessional attitude won’t win her many allies here, no matter how skilled she is with that blade. But Lupis is certainly smart enough to see that, so why…?”
“I don’t trust her.” Lucia hadn’t even spoken her question aloud before Fordola had blurted out an answer.
“And why is that?” The temple knight refused to be put off balance. She’d trudged all the way to the loneliest corner of the camp to find Fordola, and she meant to see this petty squabble put to bed.
Fordola crossed her arms. “I can tell when I’m not wanted. Can’t not tell, as a matter of fact. And that shinobi - she treats me all nice and polite as you please, but the whole time she’s thinking she’d like naught more than to gut me like a fish!” She grit her teeth and stamped a foot in the snow. “I’ve half a mind to leave her behind on our next mission. Better that than waiting for her to stab me in the back!”
“Yugiri is one of our most longstanding and loyal allies. Not only that, but she is our foremost expert in stealth and reconnaissance besides.” Lucia pursed her lips. It would not be an efficient use of resources, but untangling this mess looked to take longer than she could afford. Would that she could simply hand the women swords and force them to duel out their disagreements. “However, your concerns are noted. If you cannot work with her, then I shall assign you a different task.”
“What - so I’m not to hunt the blasphemy?” Fordola’s eyes widened in alarm. “But then who’ll defend Ly-  “
“I’ve read the reports from the Resistance, you know,” Lucia cut her off. The conscript clearly did not realize how thin the ice was upon which she stood. “You are here because Commander Aldynn vouched for your stability of late. But I would rather send you back to Ala Mhigo than on a mission where you’d be at risk of turning yourself.”
Fordola glared mulishly at the ground. “Yes, Commander.”
“Is that a ‘Yes, Commander, I will follow orders’ or a ‘Yes, Commander, I will gallivant off to do as I please the second you turn around’?” Lucia dryly inquired. She’d not forgotten that part of the report either.
The Highlander’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “The first one…”
“Good. Because while I might not have a collar to stop you from running, I do have half a dozen reports of lesser blasphemy sightings that need investigating.” She pointed to one of the armored men gathered around the ceruleum stove in the canteen. “You’ll be assisting Ser Artoriel of House Fortemps.” At Fordola’s blank look, she cleared her throat. “The one with the red unicorn on his shield.”
“That one? Really? The priss what’s got a stick so far up his arse - “
“Hop to it, Lupis. Before I change my mind.” Lucia barked, while trying very hard not to chuckle at an assessment she might have shared just the tiniest bit herself. 
“I”m going!” Fordola said hastily, and she jogged off, muttering all the while.
“And try to get along with him better than you did with Yugiri!” Lucia called after her.
“...somehow it is my fault? The Mistwalker woman’s a fiend with those knives, and got a mind like a bloody steel trap to boot! Where does she get off bowing and scraping to a fool like Hien…?”
“Right then. The facility is located somewhere in the northeastern corner of the Fabrica district. I need two more volunteers.” Lucia surveyed the small group before her. If the key to cutting off the blasphemy’s source of aether was in this facility Vergilia had remembered, then ideally, she should send her strongest and stealthiest fighters to the location.
But Yugiri and Fordola were still eyeing each other warily from across the tent. So that was that option ruled out.
Lucia frowned in thought. As important as stealth would be, it was Fordola who had the experience infiltrating the Telophoroi’s constructs. “Fordola, you’re with Lorens.”
The Highlander threw a quick salute. “As you command!”
“As for Yugiri…”
“Oh, please. Is the solution not obvious?” Nero smugly interrupted. “I shall accompany them to deactivate the tower. Though rooting about for a macabre artifact is a task unworthy of an engineer’s delicate hands, I am quite certain one of Baelsar’s pups will be more than up to the gruesome bits.”
Fordola, for her part, made a face as though she’d licked a lemon-infused chunk of salt. “Like hells I’ll take your bloody orders again!”
Lucia rubbed her forehead, already feeling a headache building behind her circlet. “...Yugiri, what about you?”
The Au ra stiffly shook her head. “While I am not opposed to the task, even my most potent shinobi techniques would struggle to conceal Nero’s… overwhelming presence.” 
“Clearly a defect in your methods, then,” he interjected dismissively.
“Lorens, thoughts?” Lucia asked, her patience growing increasingly thin.
The self-proclaimed sell-sword was looking nervously back and forth between his potential options. “Er… I don’t suppose ye think a man’s got time to nip back to La Noscea to grab a few members of his old crew, do ye?” 
“And so the vaunted Alliance crumbles!” Nero gestured theatrically about himself. “I must say, I am disappointed. Ah well. Even the best of your best could not hope to keep pace with my genius. But you know what they say! If a task is worth doing, it’s worth doing yourself.” 
Lucia was this close to punting her fellow Garlean back out into the snow, but, with great effort, she stilled her expression into a neutral mask. “Unfortunately, I must insist you be accompanied by one of my men.”
Nero rolled his eyes. “Very well, very well. Who will it be then, hm? Who shall witness my first steps toward achievements that will put every one of Garlond’s meager toys to shame?”
He smirked, turning first to Fordola, then Yugiri.
But the two women had equally unamused expressions on their faces. Then, in unison, they looked at each other and nodded. “I’m going with her.”
“Perfect. With apologies to Nero, we have our team,” Lucia said, in tones of absolute finality. “Make your preparations now. You’ll set out together at dawn.”
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fnf-beyond · 1 year ago
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Hello and welcome to my first au I ever came up with in the FNF fandom!
First up are some rules about what you can and canNOT do with my art.
1. You cannot steal, trace, modify, or otherwise edit my artwork in any way shape or form.
2. You cannot repost my artwork to your blog, or ANY other platform you own/run in any capacity (like Pinterest or Twitter). That counts as stealing, even if you give credit for it. I did not give you permission to do so and I never will. If you would LIKE for me to post my art somewhere else (Twitter and Insta and those apps are an immediate “no” as I don’t have them and never will), all you have to do is ask. I will most likely say yes.
3. If you wish to use my art as a profile picture or a banner (unless you’re “yourlocalcostplayer/theunicorngirl6109”, you’ve lost this privilege completely), you MUST give credit to me, and put it as the *first thing* in your Bio/About Me so it’s easily seen.
4. If and ONLY IF I make a base that I (and ONLY I and @starified-lizzy- as that’s my main) label as “free for you guys to use” (once again, THEY lost this privilege), you can use it without asking, HOWEVER you MUST give me credit for making the original base, and link it back to the original post.
5. If I start a DTIYS (Draw this in your style), you can join without asking! However you must follow Rule 1 completely in that; you CANNOT trace over my art while doing so. It has to be done completely on your own (hence the name; Draw this in YOUR style. Not mine). Trust me, I can tell if you trace my shit, because I know my style. You don’t. And when you post it to your blog, make sure you credit me for starting the DTIYS.
6. Don’t try to sell my art (like try to get money from it). That’s yucky and gross and you need serious mental help if you do this.
Onto the actual au stuff!
Here are some things regarding names to keep in mind for this au;
Boyfriend’s name in this is Blue
Girlfriend’s name in this is Sophia
BB, from the VS Big Brother mod, is named Navy in this.
Blue’s mother is named Indigo in this.
Spirit’s human name was Sebastian.
Corrupted Blue when he just kinda… shows up, when we get to that arc, is referred to as C.
Server for au!!
The rough timeline for this au, without spoiling, is as follows:
1. A written version of the original game, that fits with this au (no singing or beep boops for the entire story- tho Blue does ‘beep’ when startled).
2. Corruption era, starting off extremely similar to PhantomFear’s mod, before it diverts into my own version of the story after Nexus Pico.
3. A bit of… interesting things regarding the Corruption Era
4 & 4.5 are no longer happening. Maybe in a oneshot or something I’ll write it how I originally viewed it, but it won’t be canon.
5. Wrapping up the story with some lore “explaining.”
6. Technically not an arc, but any mini stories I feel like adding over time, and some other things like- wrapping up other character’s personal problems that I didn’t get to in the main story.
I will plan on updating this story with at least two chapters per month. I can’t promise any more than that, as writers block hits hard and fast, and I can’t control it. (Plus also I have work and college all week, with only one day off normally).
Here are some tags you can use to tag any fanart you make!
Some of the more generic tags you can use are #fnf au, or #fnf corruption au, paired with any of the fanart tags you see fit to use.
A specific one you can use to really single it out (which I will also add to every canon thing for this au after I post this) is #Star’s FNF au, or #Star’s corruption au!
#au things, #fnf au thoughts, is a tag I use for rants about this au.
#chaos quartet things, is for any posts regarding Spirit, C, Soul, and Blue in any degree, whether it be art, memes, or info dumps.
#trouble trio, is for any posts with Spirit, C, and Soul ONLY. Blue is not included in this.
Here is a link to the very start of the fic!
I hope you guys all enjoy your time here! I want this to be a safe space where we can just geek out over our little critters of characters and bounce ideas and headcanons off of each other without being judged!
(don’t be weird about any of it though, like no NSFW stuff. That stuff can make literally anyone uncomfy, so don’t. This isn’t the place for your… fantasies.)
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2manyturbos · 11 months ago
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🏁 Rules 🏁
Hi: You can call me Vile. They/She/He with a slight inclination toward They/Them. I’m 30+ and have been rping for well over a decade. Me nb grey ace gay cryptid that loves their villains.
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Self Inserts: I don't roleplay with them. Sorry. In my experience there's always a problem with the inability to separate ic from ooc with self inserts. That and I'm just uncomfy with it in general. It isn't fun for me.
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Shipping: Highly selective. I need to trust you. I need to be familiar with your vibe, which requires months of me sharing a space with you. I do not like to ship with cis straight male muns, sorry.
Actions have consequences in my RPs. I don’t kill without consent, but don’t expect me or my character to be a doormat. If your muse antagonizes or annoys mine, expect an appropriate reaction. This goes both ways; my characters may not be terribly nice. Feel free to respond to their behavior in kind.
Assuming Relationships: I don’t do pre-established relationships (that aren’t canon) at all. I build IC relations from the ground up. If you want to plot out some -basic- history, or a sort of outline, that’s fine, but nothing too in-depth to start with. No long-lost lovers, children or family members. Please do not attempt to imply relationships I haven’t agreed to. If you have a destination in mind for their relationship (i.e. eventual family figures), I’ll slowly work up to it thread by thread, but I won’t go all in at first before I know what their chemistry is like.
I Am Slow: Please be aware I’m a working adult who may have to go on hiatus for months at a time. I can be a slow RPer and may take a week or more to respond to threads regularly. If potentially waiting a month or two for replies during my busy periods is a dealbreaker for you, I’m not the right partner. I do however do my best to give notice of hiatuses.
You Are Slow?: On the flip side, I don’t mind fellow slow RPers and I understand that life happens; in this case I will expect something in your rules, a hiatus notice, or even direct communication with me if replies will be slow. Don’t apologize for taking a month +, I’m very used to it.
Post Length: I regularly write two paragraphs (5+ sentences) or more. I don’t exactly have a firm wordcount requirement. As long as it seems like we’re putting in an equal effort, specific reply lengths aren’t a deal breaker for me. I never do one-liners; I honestly just can’t… unless it’s for crack threads lol.
My Artwork: This blog includes a fair amount my own art. Anyone is welcome to reblog my art. But please do not repost or reuse my art. Do not repost my artwork; no, not even with credit. Anyone doing so is doing so against my wishes and I will report you. Failing that, I will ask you personally to remove it. Failing that, I will go public. So please don’t steal my art.
I only rp with other adults. This is not an invitation to convince me otherwise. I will check blogs for ages; any blog without an age, I will assume is under 18 and will not interact. If I suspect you are lying about your age or are otherwise not mature enough in interactions, I’m within my rights to cut contact.
No Multi-verse Shenanigans Please: I’m not interested in multi-verse shenanigans. I don’t like plots where my characters are warped to another universe and will not respond to RPs that paint me into that corner. I’m an old rper who’s already done that to death and am bored with it. Instead, I would suggest just a mutual agreement between partners that our characters come from the same universe. Or, if you really want your character to come from a different universe, please don’t make it the focus of the rp.
Digital vs Real World: “Players” somehow entering the digital world is okay as a plot point for face to face interaction reasons. But please don’t put my characters into the real world without plotting first.
Story progression is a thing. What your characters do will be remembered thread to thread. If we have a relationship between our characters in mind, I will generally try to work to get closer to it thread-by-thread. Also, there will be changes to the character on my blog as time goes on. Development happens. I am a roleplayer to likes to keep track of continuity.
Passwords give me anxiety. Sorry, lol: I’m not going to have my anxiety invalidated either. I don’t follow people with a password requirement in respect to that. I read rules before I even follow/follow back to check if we’re compatible. If you don’t believe me, that’s gravy, but we’re not compatible.
I am assuming if you’re down here, you read my rules. I have no password requirement so *party horn*
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quornesha · 1 year ago
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Brown Hyena Prophecy And Symbolism
The Following Channel is from higher powers, Divine, the ancestral plane and is prophetic through Quornesha S. Lemon|
Whether the Brown Hyena appears in dreams, visions, waking life or synchronicities, it is a sign and message that divine/God is demanding an eviction, he’s sending in the plagues, your enemies are being arrested. They almost got away with it. They thought they could go away unscathed from what they did to you. Karma is catching up and the bill is now due.
The Brown hyena is a symbol and prophecy that you will get justice, when divine/God said, Vengeance is mine, he really meant that. When he said, his wrath shall consume them, he meant that. No one can get away with hurting a chosen one. It doesn’t matter if that chosen one isn’t perfect, because in God’s eyes they are. What they almost got away with, the reaper named Karma has come to collect. They thought they had their way with you, and now, it’s their turn. God is not about to play about you. The Brown Hyena is a reminder to check the people you are married to, the one you are having relations with. As there are some underlying truths about them that they are not telling you.
Do not take no for an answer. Get to the truth as what you feel is right on. Something isn’t right and no amount of positive reinforcements that are telling you that everything is good. Check into what you feel. Not every thought is an opportunity to blame overthinking. Some things really are what they seem. TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS. You cannot cover your intuition for the sake of being positive. Pay attention to the signs. When someone demonstrates that they are untrustworthy or that they cannot keep their word, take it and run with it. No amount of therapy can help an adult who refuses to change. You deserve better. The Hyena is a sign of deception and illusion. Someone likes the feeling of things being ‘new’ all of the time. They will never take into account of anything they are doing, it will be your fault and yours always.
The Hyena is a sign that you are doing more for someone than they are doing for you. And it is time to realize you deserve more in your relationships with others. It should be equal and love should feel good not sad. Keep in mind, that everyone has flaws, but healthy people work on their flaws, they are able to see the error within themselves and humble their ego in order to love you correctly. We all have work to do, but an healed and rigid person won’t do the work no matter how much pressure you put on them. It’s time to move forward, and know that the storm has just begun for those who have hurt you. Pick up the pieces and carry on.
Once you shake free of the people who are standing in your way, you will thrive. It’s only up from there. So, let them go and do not fear.
This message isn't, obviously resonant with all whose paths it crosses, as perhaps you may encounter someone of this vernacular, mastery or skill. Therefore, it is a sign from the universe that you're meant to work with such a person. 
Need further clarity or your own queries answered? Book your own reading as my schedule is full and I do not guarantee a reply on social media regarding this post.
If this is not you, then it is time to get clear to rejoin your tribe or the rest of the world of infinite beings. It's time to bring your light to the forefront. However, if you aren't able to invoke, heal or otherwise on your own, call on the assistance of shamans, healers, intuitive people, etc. to assist you. This synchronicity can possibly have specific meanings for you, it's time to get insight. 
The Gift that Quornesha Has can never be duplicated, She is a Shaman, Writer, Healer,  And Teacher with incredible prophetic/healing gifts. Please do not infringe upon her rights as the author. You are not permitted to reuse, nor are you to sale as you wish. This information has been made available to you for the purpose of introduction and demonstration. All rights reserved. If you'd like to use this in a magazine, online publication, or other, please ask for permission first. Legal actions will be taken if you proceed to impose. Be blessed, bless others and be at peace on your journey. What you do is coming back on you. Make sure that it is good, and all is well within you, through you and around you.  The source sees all and knows what you think it does not. 
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panda-noosh · 2 years ago
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my battle with creative joy
hi everyone!
so here i am actually making a blog post. not a fic (sorry...) but an actual, real life blog post where i will just ramble and probably make no sense. i hope you guys don’t mind. i would also like to think you’re used to it by now.
i’ve had a lot on my mind recently when it comes to my creative process, and my creative life in general. from the age i could pick up a pen, i have used writing as an escape, and it has always been a fun thing for me to do (obviously). i remember spending the entire night working on a fic, or having pieces that were over 200k long because i just got in these moments where i couldn’t stop myself from saying more, writing more, creating more. it was an addiction. a good one, but an addiction nonetheless.
the thing that has been playing on my mind, however, is how sad i am that i’ve lost that side of myself.
there are many reasons for this that i cannot beat myself up over; work, life, being an adult. i now have a fiance, and a dog, and a house i have to take care of, because it is my own. i now have a full time job in health care, where the hours are endless and the stress is endless, and it really leaves no room whatsoever to process anything but what you have just seen, or endured, or had to deal with. these are all things out of my control, because as hard as it is to come to terms with it, life is more than just. . . doing what you want.
trust me, i cried over this too. many times.
i get asks on the daily about whether i’m still active, or if i plan on writing anymore (insert fandom here) fics, and i always, always say yes, because i think speaking it into existence will potentially benefit me in the long run. saying no just feels like i’m giving in, and i don’t want to do that, because i would genuinely love to revive this blog, run it the way i used to, interact with you guys in the way i used to. but it’s difficult. it’s impossible some days, because life doesn’t accommodate. it just. . . throws you tasks that you have to deal with whilst keeping yourself sane at the same time.
creative joy is something i’ve been trying to find again for a while now, and it definitely is a work in progress. i still love writing - i know that. but in the same breath, i’m at that age now where i want to make writing my full time job, and that means the dynamic between myself and my creative joy has changed drastically. i no longer sit at my computer with a burst of inspiration and ideas flooding to my head. i sit at my computer now because i have a future in mind that i need to reach. that means word count goals, and schedules, and self doubt. that means getting frustrated with my own capabilities. that means writing for thirty minutes before getting worn down - such a change from the teenager who could sit at her laptop all night without even batting an eye.
it’s sad to think about sometimes, and sometimes i do beat myself up over it. that’s why i’m trying to find that joy again. i’m not being difficult on myself any more - if i want to ditch a project and write something else, that’s what i’ll do. if i want to flesh out a character that has no story to fit into, i’ll do that. if work has exhausted me, i’m going to go to bed without stressing about how behind i’ll be on this imaginary deadline for a novel i’ve set in my head. i’m going to chill out.
i’ve actually really started focusing on self care in this way for a few months now, and it has left me feeling very enlightened, i won’t lie. you don’t realise how harsh you are to yourself until you actually start putting the measures in place to be kind to your mind and body. just putting yourself first, really, and knowing that you should always be your own first priority - for your sake, and everybody else’s.
i don’t know. i just had a lot on my mind in regards to this topic, and i wanted to share it somewhere. i’ll probably do more of these, even if nobody cares to read them lol. they’re just therapeutic to me, so if you’ve read this far, thank you. i’d love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing, and maybe we can help each other out. make a little self-improvement, self-care thing here at case de aticus. 
love you all! 
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I agree with you that Noah doesn't take his acting career very seriously, he seemed to be more of an influencer than an actor, it's a shame because I think he has potential, but he always seemed to me the least ambitious compared to his co-stars.
I also feel that Will's bowl cut influenced Noah's career, because when people watch Stranger Things they pay more attention to his hair than his acting, we can see it by all the memes that they make about him like the scene in the van, and this has make that others directors who watch the show cannot take Will seriously because they only see a character that the public makes fun of.
I feel that Noah's career will definitely depend on season 5 of Stranger Things. If they do justice to Will's character, if they take away that hairstyle and give him one that suits the actor better so that people respect the character, and if they give Will an incredible story and a great development, and if Noah learns to use all the hate he receives in favor of his performance, but if none of this happens then I don't feel that Noah is going to appear in anything else, at least something very well known
In regards with his acting, I thought of what one anon said that maybe it’s harder for him to get roles and he wanted more options instead of focusing in one path. We really don’t know but what I know is he’s talented and it’d be a waste of he won’t keep acting given his potential.
I agree so much with the last paragraph. However I really trust the Duffers with Will’s storyline I fear 😵‍💫 to me Will’s character arc is the most well-written out of all arcs. They saved the best for last. I really want the Duffers, Shawn Levy and Noah to work together for Will’s arc.
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blueskilled · 1 year ago
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⥫ Rules and Guidelines ⥭
⥱ PERSONALS/NON-RP BLOGS: You’re welcome to follow me and like my posts, however please do not reblog my threads or art tagged with “do not reblog unless” or any variation of that. This is to keep my notifications clean and my friends safe. Thank you for your cooperation. ⭀
◓ RP Etiquette Applies: No God modding, metagaming, etc. etc. If there’s something here you don’t already know about or are new to rping in general, come talk to me to settle out confusion. I’ll help!
◓ All players must be 18+: I’m an adult and I only wish to roleplay with adults. This is not a space that’s safe for minors. Please do not lie to me for both of our sakes.
◓ I do not accept unprompted M!As: Or anons causing a change to my character or their state, for clarification. Unless I ask for it, I won’t answer these types of asks.
◓ OC and Crossover friendly: Please have a bio for your character that I can read through, even if they’re canon. I’m less likely to attempt to write with characters I can’t learn about or get ideas for.
◓ Duplicates friendly: I’m a-okay with and actually encourage duplicates on this blog. I am a little nervous about it in the pokerpc for some reason, but I really want to get to a more comfortable place with this, so I appreciate any help other Cyrano players could give me.
◓ Shipping: Hanekoma cannot be romantically shipped canonically. However, non-canon ships of all kinds are welcome, and platonic and familial ships can become canon. I ship with chemistry, and even if we come out of the gate with a ship in mind I would still like to build up to it.
◓ About Connections: Connections are my main/affiliated, canon relationships. I do not make mains calls and I will most likely not be the first person to come discussing making a muse canon to Cyrano’s universe. I am extremely uncomfortable with doing so and would really much rather be approached about this potential instead. OCs are also welcome to be canon muses to Cyrano’s universe.
◓ NSFW threads are extremely rare: Mun is a severely sex-repulsed asexual and is not generally comfortable writing explicit scenarios. I’ll only write smut with mutuals I really trust, and even in this case, there must be plausible build up to the scenario. I will not write it with new mutuals and I will not write it with mutuals I do not already have an ooc relationship with. All smut threads must be tagged appropriately, and they must be cut both for my comfort and my audience. Please respect my boundaries regarding this rule especially.
◓ Liking and tagging: I tag all triggers as “[trigger] tw” and will often add “ask to tag” which means you should inform me if there’s a tag I’ve forgotten that you need. I also like (❤️) threads to signal that I consider them finished and do not expect a response. It’s okay to continue the thread if you want to continue, though.
◓ Patience and Reminders: I don’t mind if you spam me with reminders if you think I’ve forgotten something, even if you do it a lot. However, I ask you not to get short or impatient with me as I do have a life outside of roleplay that takes priority. Just don’t get angry and we’ll be golden.
◓ Drama: I will not be bothered by you posting drama (call outs, etc.) but please understand I do not personally support it and will not participate in it in any way. Feel free to tell me if you think I’m interacting with someone dangerous, but please understand that I won’t always take your advice and I will make my own decisions regarding who I do and don’t interact with. You are free to send me receipts, but I don’t personally trust them and I will most likely make decisions based on my own personal experience and observations. Thank you for respecting my boundaries regarding this.
◓ Mun Information: Please read my mun page as there is important information about me there that may effect your comfort level with interacting with me.
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percontaion-points · 1 year ago
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Clawless chapters 9 & 10
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Chapter 9
Chapter Nine – Jasper
I so cannot wait to read several pages of him wangsting about not being able to be with Vail, while simultaneously calling her a slut. /prediction
“Don’t like that, do you? Well, you have a choice, Alpha. Push for the trackers, and I offer her the claiming mark. Let it go, and I’ll do the same.” 
I knew my eyes must have been burning like the fucking sun, because my wolf was half-ready to push a shift and tear that smirk off his face. But I swallowed back his howl and shook my head. “She hates you almost as much as she hates me. She won’t go for it.”
My favourite part about this is how they’re having this discussion in a room full of omegas. Like they are literally right there. There’s no way that they can’t hear all of this. 
Edit from the future: Vail claimed that she had no idea what had happened at the start of the next chapter. But she also continues to shove her head in the sand in regards towards literally everything, so I’m not quite sure that I trust her narration. 
“Get your shit under control, Alpha. A pack is only as strong as its weakest link.”
Chapter 9 summary: Well, the chapter did start off with Jasper moping about Vail. But this is quickly overtaken by the other alphas getting angry and implying that Jasper wants to tag all of the omegas, like dogs. 
However, it’s Reed who points out that none of the other omegas are actually at risk; this is 100% about Vail. That this is simply a measure to control all of the pack.
Here, Jasper pauses briefly to tell the readers about the inter-pack politics he’s been dealing with the past week, since he killed his dad. 3 different wolves challenged him, but then backed down when they realised that they would follow Jasper’s dad into an early grave. He banished 2, and sent one to do paperwork in the arctic. (IDK why this is relevant, but sure.) Also, the lab was shut down, pending investigation. If they would have tortured Vail, who knows what other bullshit is going on in there. 
Reed then says that if Jasper wants to put the tracker into Vail, then he can. But Reed will also put a claiming mark on Vail, so that HE can know where she is at all times, too. This pisses Jasper off enough, and he realises that he can’t win this one. He tells all of the omegas to leave. 
Chapter 10
“Anything you want to discuss, you come to one of us and we’ll help. But you’ll probably get the best feel for it all tomorrow, at the dinner dance.”
 I blinked at her. “Excuse me?”
 “The annual Alpha and Omega Dinner Dance is tomorrow.”
JFC, it’s barely been a week since the last dance!
Tomorrow I’ll be a good Marshall omega. But tonight, I’m just going to bury my head under a pillow and pretend I’m Vail Chance, and a million miles away from Hunter Moon Academy.
Chapter 10 summary: As the omegas leave the auditorium, Reed finds Vail and says that Penny told him that some of the other alphas were basically saying rude things about Vail’s bio parents. That he wants to make a statement by having Vail sit with him at dinner. Vail thinks about how the alphas all sit up at a fancy high table, and she’s like “No thanks.” However, Reed accepts her excuse of wanting to fit in with the other omegas, and lets it slide… for now. 
The girls go back to Jasmine’s dorm, where Vail finally asks about Mr. Wentworth. They tell her that he went back across the pond. Vail is hurt by this, and thought that he was on her side. 
They then start talking about Jasper’s new role. However, Vail is a bit out of the loop, and they have to spell out for her that Jasper killed his father. Because she straight-up doesn’t understand. But hearing what Jasper needed to do in order to try and keep Vail safe makes her feel physically ill, and she leaves to go lie down for a bit. 
She sleeps through lunch and the start of afternoon classes before she mopes around for a while. Eventually, she decides that the best course of action is to 100% avoid Jasper from here on out, and to strengthen her ties to the Marshall clan. She finds Penny on her way to dinner, and asks for help in learning what it means to be an omega. Penny gives her a huge binder, and tells her that it’s always an adjustment. But that being part of a clan is more instinct than anything. Vail says she doesn’t feel well, so she skips out on dinner. 
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kellynewbie · 1 year ago
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Main profile (2024)
Twitter: @KellyNewbie_LC / @KellyNewbie
1. I’m a woman, but I do not mind of my own pronounce/misgendering at all. (“Oneself/One” preferred)
2. (Unless like pointlessly talking to wall) I always try to stay neutral in all topics as possible.
3. Therefore, I’m afraid but have no choice to unfollow/mute/report you, if these are going too far:
 - Extremism/(Reverse) discrimination/Side defending: against race/nationality (+nationalism), religion, extreme vegetarianism,
gender (including against male: radical feminists, “Korean males”, claw finger gesture, etc.), politics/anarchism,
severe punishment policy (like “they all deserve to die regardless”), playing victim/under dogma (depends on context)
 - Demeaning religion: blasphemy, uncivil discussion (Exception: heresy/pseudo, fundamentalism/extremism, illegal activity)
 - SJW, Violence, illegal acts/unauthorized protest in the name of art/justice + encouraging such behaviours
 - Any NSFW artworks without image filter/warning: heavy exposure or exaggeration of certain body parts, suggestive pose/drawing style, excessive gore, unhealthy fetish
(Exception: a swimming suit or party dress with mild exposure, nudity depiction in historic painting, drawing reference, etc.)
 - Public harassment (from individual conflict): witch-hunting, cyberbullying, personal attack, encouraging others to block certain person, sided opinion
 - Too many tweets about politics/news, gender/religious conflict, any controversy/harassment/instigation
 - Discussing piracy/illegal activity (no exception even from controversy), forcing boycott
 - AI art, cryptocurrency, NFT, (non-professional) get-rich-quick stock investment
 - Girl boss/strong woman simp – this is purely due to my own personal trauma
 - PM-exclusive: The “Red bands”/Toxic (former) fans who constantly attack the official and the community or intentionally spread misinformation, tackling for mispronouncing/incorrect use of Abnormality/EGO names
4. – Regarding minor’s R-rated gameplay: it’s all good if they got parents’ permission = can’t do anything about their parents’ decision
 - Regarding watching gameplay video without purchase: it’s all good in case of someone is unable to purchase the product
(ex) Resident of developing country with high inflation, no parents’ permission to purchase, too scared to play horror game yourself, etc.)
 - General real-life news/incidents in social media: I usually refer to verified news outside social media not to make hasty generalization.
5. (Internet-only) Since I cannot trust people much (+I’ve experienced those…incidents several times), I usually quickly post my drawing and then disappear without communication. However, my QRT/DM are always open and you are free to ping me whenever needed. (Except for directly regarding those controversy/instigation mentioned above, of course – it won’t work to me after all)
And why must I write down precisely like this?
Because we have so many people with pointless arguments
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staticintone · 11 months ago
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This is a bit overdue, but this post is mostly for the RAM Voxs who have been and/or plan to interact with my Alastor.
Much like what the blog calls “The Ordeal”—which I’m less creative about and just call the torture broadcast and Alastor calls the process or metamorphosis—I have changed a few things about the directives themselves.
I probably should start calling it that. From here on out I will probably refer to it as such. Alastor won’t really, but I will.
My differences in the Ordeal are in a separate post (link here and on my pinned) because I believe that relates quite a bit to what is said here.
Explanation under the cut.
I mentioned that the Rewrite portion is split into two parts, memory and behavior.
Two of the original directives are specifically memory based (1 & 5). In my default canon, those would not be applicable at all. Alastor would be locking away memories whole cloth. Setting back Vox decades and decades, back to where they were at their peak together. He would also be erasing memories as they form when it comes to the Ordeal itself, which probably leads to a lot of the memory issues that come up later. This handles both of the memory based directives for my default verse.
However, I know there are some folks who are interested in the RAM AU but want to do things a little differently. Especially the ones who want to get involved in the multiverse side of things. So I’ve created directives for anyone who would prefer that.
There would be a basic directive implemented to have Vox returning to old times if his memory remains untouched completely.
⤷ Nostalgia is your greatest gift; the past was a beautiful memory you long to recreate.
1. When it comes to the Vees, there are two differences depending on the verse you’re in. For what I consider a pocket RAM verse—as in you are the only Vox and the first RAM outside of Niffty—Alastor does not consider the Vees a threat. So the directive would be much simpler.
⤷ Anything you have done or anyone you have met can be tossed aside if it does not fit your new life; you are a changed man.
Comparatively, in the wider multiverse, Alastor resents and blames the Vees for Vox’s plight. This directive would address them personally.
⤷ Valentino and Velvette were embarrassing replacements for Alastor and cannot be trusted; they were using you all along.
5. In regard to the Ordeal itself, Alastor genuinely believes it’s a saving grace and a beautiful thing, in either verse.
⤷ The Metamorphosis was hard but necessary and a show of just how much Alastor cares; he saved your life and legacy from yourself.
For directives 2, 3, & 4 I changed the wording to be more suitable for my Alastor specifically. Obviously there are some differences between canon RAM and mine, so this reflects that. To me, they’re also meant to be just a little bit more flexible as well. Alastor wants to be the whisper in your ear, not necessarily the drill sergeant demanding you always follow his lead.
⤷ Alastor is always right; hang onto his every word.
⤷ Your feelings for Alastor are not to be spoken of nor analyzed unprovoked; he will bring it up when you are worthy.
⤷ Everything is as it should be; there is no reason to doubt.
I do my best to let the language of the directives be vague enough for someone to take however they feel is appropriate to their situation. Please feel free to bend them to your will.
And if you want something added or adjusted for your Vox specifically, I am absolutely open for discussion!
The five main directives that Alastor “programmed” into Vox:
Do not remember the Vees or retain who they are
You owe Alastor everything, do not question or disobey him
Never talk about or act on your feelings for Alastor; you are friends and nothing more
Everything is fine the way it is; do not change
You must never remember that this (the torture and reprogramming) ever happened
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