#if anyone is interested in interconnected lore...

[putrid-tongue]

the  bracing  winds  are  almost  enough  to  force  you  to  turn  around.  faint  recognition  reverberates  from  the  ancient  soil  beneath  your  feet  &&  instinctively  you  know  that  you  are  being  watched.  you  only  notice  that  your  hands  are  shaking  as  you  raise  them  to  grasp  the  fluttering  lapels  of  your  coat—  taking  a  deep  breath  to  steady  yourself,  you  pull  the  fabric  tighter  around  you.  upon  the  distant  horizon  you  spy  a  dilapidated  ruin  of  a  castle,  foreboding...  alive.  ❞

...  all  of  that  and  more  is  the  clan  tzimisce.  the  dragons  mark  the  carpathian  mountains  as  their  territory—  a  fount  of  power  dating  back  to  ancient  times,  LONG  BEFORE  THE  RISE  OF  ROME.  the  gift  received  upon  being  embraced  by  a  tzimisce  vampire  is  that  of  metamorphosis,  and  they  have  perfected  the  art  in  ways  other  kindred  could  not  even  begin  to  grasp.  why  rely  on  the  protean  forms  of  the  bat  and  the  wolf  when  one  may  become  one  with  the  soil  of  their  haven?  look  as  another?  transcend  the  limitations  of  gender,  or  the  prison  of  a  humanoid  body.

therein  lies  the  VICE  OF  TZIMISCE:  covetousness.  possession.  be  it  their  domain,  their  charges,  an  object  or  a  person.  it  is  a  compulsion  they  cannot  flee,  and  to  satisfy  the  call  of  their  blood  a  lure  impossible  to  ignore.  all  aspirations  of  a  tzimisce  will  come  to  a  head  at  the  culmination  of  power—  although  the  way  to  reach  it  will  vary  from  one  kindred  to  another.

as  this  verse  is  supplementary  to  mordú's  modern  verse,  his  origins  remain  similar.  he  remains  mínluben  duțescu,  born  in  brașov,  however in  1823.  in  those  times,  romania  was  the  stage  of  many  revolutions  seeking  independence  and  a  unified  wallachia  and  moldavia.  mínluben  was  turned  sometime  in  1860,  as  the  tzimisce  dracon  at  the  time  had  personal  interested  in  seeing  the  principalities  of  moldavia  and  wallachia  united  &&  mínluben  had  played  no  small  part  in  seeing  that  alexandru  ioan  cuza  ascends  to  the  throne.  thus  drawing  the  attention  of  the  dracon  upon  himself.

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throughout  the  decades,  mínluben,  who  takes  up  the  name  of  mordú,  finds  himself  adjusting  rather  spectacularly  to  his  rebirth  into  cainite  society.  in  the  years  leading  up  to  the  21st  century  he  finds  himself  in  countless  roles  and  functions.  from  being  a  statesman,  to  a  soldier,  to  a  gang  leader,  university  professor  and  much  more.  although  tzimisce  vampires  do  not  mesh  well  with  humans,  mordú  often  finds  himself  entangled  in  the  matters  of  sheep—  by  fascination  and  necessity  both.

CURRENTLY  ...

...  MORDÚ  ENTERTAINS  A  HAVEN,  a  sanctuary  for  other  kindred  to  frequent  and  seek  shelter.  it  operates  out  of  old,  isolated  subway  tunnels  in  new  york  city  and  is  fronted  by  an  exclusive  speakeasy  named  asakku,  where  humans  may  also  frequent—  unaware  of  what  lies  right  beneath  their  feet.  there,  mordú  honors  the  strict  &&  ancient  laws  of  hospitality  that  are  inherent  to  his  clan.  being  as  old  as  he  is,  mordú  may  offer  knowledge,  tutelage  and  aid  to  younger  kindred—  though  all  that  goes  beyond  hospitality  requires  a  price.  perhaps  this  is  just  how  he  succumbs  to  the  vice  of  his  tzimisce  blood.  either  way,  your  muse  will  find  out  sooner  or  later.

same  as  in  his  modern  verse,  mordú  deals  in  occult  knowledge  as  well  as  antique  artifacts  to  both,  vampires  and  humans.

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𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘

vicissitude  :  the  art  of  flesh  &&  bone  shaping.  allows  the  complete  remaking  of  one's  body,  once  powerful  enough,  and  the  making  of  ghouls.

auspex  :  the  heightening  &&  sharpening  of  one's  senses  to  superhuman  levels.  may  include  the  reading  of  one's  aura,  knowing  when  one  is  being  lied  to,  learning  something  about  a  previous  owner  by  touching  an  object.

dominate  :  enthrall  a  person  to  do  one's  bidding,  not  without  risk.

𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘  𝖔𝖋  𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

a  guest  is  entitled  to  nourishment  for  three  days  and  three  nights.

a  guest  is  entitled  to  protection  against  third-party  aggressors.

a  guest  is  entitled  to  the  best  quarters  of  the  home,  including  the  hosts  own  chambers.

however,  a  guest  must  also  abide  by  some  obligations  to  receive  such  treatment.

a  guest  will  exchange  a  gift  or  service  with  the  host.

a  guest  will  respect�� the  hosts  boundaries  and  property.

a  guest  will  not  needlessly  anger  the  host.

a  guest  may  not  stay  longer  than  the  duration  of  days  and  nights  they  are  entitled  to,  unless  invited.

𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖞

kindred  :  term  for  other  vampires  within  vampiric  society

cainites  :  term  for  the  vampiric  race,  among  vampires.  however  is  kindred  is  favored  in  modern  times

haven  :  a  sanctuary  for  vampires,  unknown  to  humans.  a  place  to  demonstrate  ones  true  nature

dracon  :  an  elder  of  the  tzimisce  clan  specifically  (  other  clans  have  different  terms  )

  disclaimer:  this  verse  draws  heavy  inspiration  from  vampire:  the  masquerade!  the  clan  tzimisce  and  information  pertaining  to  them,  the  listed  powers  as  well  as  some  terms  such  as  cainites,  kindred  are  taken  from  the  ttrpg  source  material.  it's  a  wonderful  ressource  for  building  vampires  and  supplementing  one's  own  thoughts  as  it  has,  in  my  opinion,  the  most  detailed  and  lovingly  crafted  lore  on  vampires  currently  available.  not  to  mention  that  the  rule  books  etc  are  written  so  beautifully  &  atmospheric.  if  any  of  you  are  interested,  i  do  have  pdfs  and  i  am  more  than  willing  to  share  them.

[fagatakonin]

I regret pulling for so many sumeru chars i won't lie i didn't end up feeling deeper connections to any of them

[nmr0709]

Intertidal Zone

Snippets so spoilers!

Alright first up is the backstory of Aridum( like just combined arid-um, pretty simple world building logic)

There's definitely a hella lot of lore about Lemuria and oceans. About a possible civilization which was abandoned due to the ocean drying up and losing its patronage and people in the process.

What really catches my interest is how well sketched each person's backstory actually is. How they all interconnect to each of the other LIs is a major question and I'm looking forward to how this is addressed.

Like the possibilities are extremely enticing.

More lore when??!!

Also

THIS. THIS ENTIRE LOOK AND FACE AND MOLES?!!

like my brother and partner in crime, there's a reason for you being a god. You've got the looks and the attitude.

Tho fr fr, this entire memory banked on the place affecting him in a way that made him absolutely feral and needy for validation and affection and reassurance that is actually refreshing to see him embrace.

Also, def leaning towards Rafayel having a serious hand kink. The way he just caresses and holds onto it....a throwback to the famous fragrance card anyone?

Plus, ik how Xavier is canonically extremely possesive and has no shame about it at all.

This card, Rafayel also crosses the borders where he just pounces on MC and answers a call from the reception, and it's on the entire time?!!

Annnd maybe he likes it just a bit when mc plays rough ( the bite on his lips)

Like hello?!!

He just...stops giving a shit about anyone else except mc.

A bonus ?

Him after.

That's it. Thank you for going through this absolutely terribly wonderful rant.

[thecoolerlucky]

Chapter 7: How'd Your Plan Go, Lynette?~

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Not according to plan. (Angst and lore info )

Wordcount: 3,000+

"Why shouldn't I take a moment to savor my sweet little meal?"

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(Sept. 15th, Thursday)

Alexander didn't understand it.

Lev, who had always been candid about his dislike for making pizzas, let Alexander take the registers. When both of them worked together, and their boss didn't assign anyone specific to the front, Lev always insisted they play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors to determine who stays in the kitchen.

Despite Alexander's arguments about his indifference to where he worked in the pizzeria, Lev coaxed him into playing and losing every time. Lev's lack of effort to talk to Lynette also struck him as odd. The last time they all worked together, Lev showed a keen interest in getting her. Alexander wasn't aware of anything that happened between them. Not that he was in a position to judge—Alexander dreaded working next to someone so edible.

He made a conscious effort not to look at her, shit eyesight without his glasses or not. His eyes weren't the problem. It was his nose—oversaturated with her aroma and its promise to ease him. His stomach wouldn't stop nagging his brain with premeditated motives to grab her. A pivot, pinning of her arms, size-shift, and done. The temptation irritated him more than anything. He felt young and out of control again. No, Alexander realized it was foolish to think he managed it in the first place. It would never stop. His tongue rested under his teeth as he bit down. He'd follow the rules and keep himself in check.

Throughout the two hours, they exchanged very few words. Lynette occasionally asked him for something on his side, and he did the same to her. Other than that, Alexander was grateful she had the hang of everything else. The last thing he needed was to prolong their closeness. He drummed his fingers against the surface of the register, the sound punctuating the quietness. She hadn't mentioned a plan either. Did that mean she was done fighting, or did she forget? Rather than ignoring it, Alexander spoke up.

"No big plans today?" The deep, resonant thrum of his throat said. Its tone was more derisive than he meant. There was no reason to ridicule a presence that hardly represented competition or threat.

Lynette jumped at his voice's deep inflection like most people. After the grueling forced adaption of his body and the life-saving surgery, his sound was one thing he couldn't change. "I'll be fine today." She was shaky and projected little optimism.

"I'm not going to fall for the same trick twice," Alexander laced his warning in caution toward her and stole a glance from the corner of his eye. He couldn't shake off the discomfort of her surprisingly diminutive height. It was unsettling for him to see—he could almost envelop her face with just one hand.

Lynette's eyes remained down on her register. "Well, it's a good thing this plan is different." Alexander doubted she had something else up her short sleeved uniform. All he had to do was wait to take his lunch in the middle of their shift, and she couldn't escape. She abruptly turned and walked toward the kitchen doorway. "I'm going to lunch."

The lines weren't lengthy, just a few people scattered here and there, and Viola was ready to take his place at a moment's notice. So why did she leave? Her action allowed doubt to momentarily grip Alexander. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that maybe her confidence wasn't misplaced.

After a stiff exhale, he decided to go with the most plausible reason—Lynette played off a clever bluff, and he'd go to lunch to disprove it. Viola traded spots with him, and he was off. He trailed behind her scent, scanned out, and quickly found her in break room 1, his usual hangout spot. She backed to the door that interconnected breakroom 3 and 1. Did she believe she could outrun him? He was faster than her without size-shifting; he could bound the distance. He'd only have to be careful not to crash into her, but he could get to her before she left the room. She held her hands up like she was under arrest. Alexander tried to shut off his brain, convincing himself he was in no mood to talk. He got ready to size-shift, then noticed where her eyes led. They hadn't been on him—they looked at who was behind him.

Normally, everyone inside the building had some sort of smell. To Alexander, monsters didn't have unique differences in their aroma like humans. No two humans smelled the same, and he remembered everyone he encountered. Lynette's, in particular, was suffocating, like a thick syrup coagulated in the air around her, and because Alexander's range was so wide, the whole pizzeria was overtaken by it. Meanwhile, monsters smelled awful, the only exception being Drake, who smelled fine. His best friend's unique circumstances were the cause of that. With everyone else, Alexander learned to drown out the smell of other monsters. However, two people in the pizzeria were scentless.

And one of them, unfortunately, devoured monsters.

She pulled him back by his arm, almost playfully, so Lynette could flee to the next room. Alexander flipped back to Zilla, now knowing that Lynette sold his ass out.

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I ran into break room 3, and the door shut behind me. Once it was closed, there weren't any noises from the other side. So, their confrontation would remain a mystery. My heart squeezed in rebellion to that decision.

Why do I feel guilty tricking Xander? He was going to eat me. I played fair. Or is it because this felt like less of my victory and more like I used someone else to win for me? Thinking that struck the nail head. I curled my lips apprehensively and hesitated to move ahead. I put both fists to my forehead and let out a quiet, anguished groan, "Aaarrgh." Why am I like this? It's not hard, don't look back. What do you expect to do? Go in there and ask Zilla not to eat him? Change her mind and hope he doesn't eat you. He's a monster, he will, and most importantly, you don't like being eaten. The chill, by the mere thought of it, ran up my spine like someone scrapped an icy rod along each column. Yet, I swiftly flipped around to head back.

I took not even a step, abruptly halted by another male's chest. "It's very nice of you to throw yourself at me, Lynette~." His heavy, honeyed tone hummed. I threw myself in the opposite direction. Where did he come from? I was so focused on running that I didn't check around me. His gaze danced across the floor meticulously, like he traced the path of each of my previous footsteps and tallied their exact location. Then, having gauged the distance between us, he leaned forward and poised like a predator about to pounce. Instinctively, I spun on my heel and fled.

I had never considered myself particularly fast—my only weekly activity was rock climbing, a non running sport. He slammed into me from behind and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist, anchoring me against his bent body before he effortlessly lifted me off my feet. My back pressed firmly into his chest.

I flailed my arms and legs wildly, mimicking a child in a temper tantrum. "Why are you at lunch, Lev." How could I forget about him? He works the same shift as me. I blamed it on the fact that he hadn't interacted with me much today, nor did Zilla say a thing about him.

His voice hovered just beside my ear, low and smooth. "Isn't it obvious?" His laughter reverberated against my back with its sinister caress. "You let yourself get eaten by Wendie on Monday, and I couldn't let that happen again."

What do you mean? As the truth dawned on me, a wave of dread told me to push harder. His grip felt looser when I did. "You were working with her!" This is the catch. There's always some kind of catch with everything! I threw my legs once more, and his arms let go. I collapsed to the ground, unable to catch myself because of his unexpected release. The next thing I knew, the room's stillness erupted with a loud POP.

It felt like a massive balloon had suddenly burst, releasing a powerful gust of air that swept over me with surprising strength. The rush of wind made it hard to get back on my feet. I was ready to turn around and glimpse at what happened to make that noise but disregarded that idea when the lights above me were swallowed. The shadow loomed, and I yelped as something curled around my legs.

I was dragged, and my palms and fingertips desperately slid across the surface. The tables were too far to reach. I gasped, exasperated when I no longer touched the ground. Hopelessly suspended in mid-air, my body curled up to cling to what held me and to keep my shirt from falling to my face. It looked to be an arm, much like my own, except with dark, near-crimson scales with black trim fanning in and out along it. The palm was padded, and its warmth made my legs sweat underneath my pants.

"Impressive core strength." A whisper brushed me with heat. Knowing how close he brought me made me lose my small grip on one of his fingers. Now, I hang entirely at his mercy. My eyes were locked on his mouth, which was uncomfortably level with my head. My heart raced with fear; refusing to look down, I tried to divert my attention to the rest of his face.

Some scales crept up the sides of his neck and face, like armor, though they looked to be moving. There were a few scales encasing horns, and two sets of horns jutted from his skull—one set small, curving inward, like the larger ones. His bangs fell perfectly, splitting around the horns carefully arranged. Everything else on his face looked surprisingly still human.

Barely being able to speak, blood slowly rushing to my head, I uttered, "Y-you look more human than I thought." His grip on my legs became even tighter, and I could feel the sharp pressure of his claws digging into the fabric of my jeans. I insulted him, didn't it?

Lev's grin rose, showing his ivory fangs that fit so well together they were like a bear trap. "Well, if I was in my actual form, you wouldn't be worth having." He lifted his other hand and pressed his clawed digit into my back, "speaking of having…" He brought me closer to his jaw, "Let me see why Wendie picked you." Opening it up, it looked like a suffocatingly black void. The only flash of color amidst the blackness was the pointed gray tongue, slick and serpentine.

I resisted the urge to kick and fight, thinking if I did, I'd become a stain on the floor for Viola to mop up later. His tongue approached my face, and I tightly shut my eyes to protect them. It shoved against my face, leaving a trail of unwanted, clear slime.

Once he flicked it off at my chin, I threw up one hand to wipe my eyes while the other still held my shirt. Ewww. It luckily didn't smell like anything; then again, if he was anything like Alexander exclusively eating humans, I wouldn't expect it to. There are so many better things to eat than people!

His spade-headed tail swayed excitedly, with hypnotic lashes from side to side, and behind closed lips, he played with the taste. He made sure I was watching and listening before he swallowed it. "Mmm, you're certainly the best human I've ever had, Lynette~" He delightfully murmured.

Afraid, I faced away—my hand still sloppily scraping off what I could. The rules didn't say anything about mentally hurting your coworkers, did they? No, it's strictly physical. "All my blood is rushing to my head-" I stopped when his face got closer, exhaling methodically over me.

"Go on," his tempo was gentle, even being as close as he was. I expected to lose my eardrums to the concussive blast from his height or for it to sound as bad as sitting next to a heavy metal concert speaker.

"I-if you're going to," he cut me off, licking me again. He put a finger to the back of my head so I couldn't get away as he got me much slower. Once he finished, I squeaked, "Just eat me already."

His eyelids dropped with his smirk. There was an evident satisfaction he indulged in hearing me whimper because my plea made his sharp pupils widen.

He remarked quietly, ignoring what I said. "You're shaking." His hand moved, making a cupping motion under me, and he released my legs so I slumped into his padded palm. The texture my arms brushed was akin to weathered burlap, coarse and prickly. I was larger than his hand, so I brought my legs close. My ponytail barely had anything but a few strands and I looked at him through scraggly curls. He inspect me, holding me so I only saw the top of his head and eyes. I was still as if his sight was based on movement.

He said he likes fear. And I was giving it to him. I had nowhere to go—jumping off would be certain death. He can't kill me. The reassuring thought meant little as his claws lingered overhead like a guillotine. One of them poked directly at the top, ready to pierce my skull.

"There's no reason to rush, Lynette. I have so much time left," he said, a mischievous glint flickering in his fixed and burning sun-yellow eyes. Lev tilted his hand down, and I was slipping closer to him. His grin widened, reveling in his devilish intentions. "Why shouldn't I take a moment to savor my sweet little meal?"

It was rhetorical, yet I answered, "Because you pity me."

"Oh, my dear, Lynette." He exhaled another breath over me, "not-at-all."

He proceeded to toy with me for the rest of his lunch period. Repeatedly running his tongue along my face and any limb I tried to fight him with. It was useless, and my body weakened the more he did it. It was similar to being inside Alexander, except it took much longer.

I freed several fatigued breaths. My muscles twitched, unable to move, and my eyes strained to stay open. "I wore you out, didn't I, poor thing." The condensation strode from his mouth and strangled me. "I wish I left you with enough energy to struggle." He dangled me above him, swinging back and forth until it all meshed together. The last thing I heard was his childish dissatisfaction. "It's a shame to eat something so alive and lifeless."

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I sat up in the infirmary bed. Another bed squeak went off close to mine. Alexander got up from his, stretching his arms up as he did. He's here too? Does that mean he got eaten? I tensed at the thought. It's all so… I hunched forward. How could they be okay after doing that? There's just no point.

"Tristan said you're slightly dehydrated, but other than that, you're fine and healthy." Alexander patted the table beside his bed. He touched his hat several times, and the frustration on his brows deepened until his hand smacked down on his glasses. Is he really that blind? My head pitched the idea of hiding his glasses to keep himself from finding me. I'm not stealing a blind guy's glasses. He put them on and put on his hat afterward. He grumbled. "Jerk."

I shifted, gathering what few bearings I could, and sat at the edge of my bed. "I'm not a jerk!"

He snapped sharply, his expression read annoyance. "Like hell you aren't," he said, his voice raised in frustration. "You fucking sold my sorry ass to Zilla." He pushed his glasses up and scoffed with contempt. "And look at where that landed you. Back where you would have been if you just..." His voice trailed off, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

I stared at the floor, unable to raise my tone to match his. "She tricked me too, I-"

"Sure. Covering your ass."

I lifted my head, "I'm serious!" Seeing his stare, nothing but hunger, frightened me. Don't fight with him. "A-anyway, we-we're even. You tricked me into coming here, and I tricked you." I said, trying to make amends. Though arguably you've been worse because I don't do anything to you except get away from you. I hugged my upper arms. Lev's awful, too. Getting eaten, in general, is.

With a scrunched nose, Alexander groused, "Fine then, from here on out, you can talk to me all you want, but when lunch comes around, I'm not losing to you anymore."

Taking in a deep breath, I gulped, inching forward off the bed. "I'll do…whatever I can to keep that from happening."

He smiled seemingly done with me and our conversation. “Then,” grabbed the handle. "It's on." He threw the door open and left, shutting it as he did. I was alone in the room with my thoughts.

I threw myself back onto the bed and covered my eyes with the palms of my hands. Alexander is mad at me, great. Reaching any understanding there was gone. I don't want to do anything with Lev either. I tossed my head back and forth. Does avoiding them matter at this point; if I ditch Alexander, I get stuck with Lev. And I don't want to give myself to Alexander to avoid him. I sniffled in self pity. I just want to work

I ran my hands down my face. "I don't want to play their games." I focused on the word, games. They play video games. It was like my mind was attempting to comfort me with the positives today, finding out what I did and being reminded that Drake and Alexander play video games. Yeah, they play…games?

I lifted my fist to my mouth, biting the pointer finger gently. Would they agree to that? Maybe if I could get Drake on board, Alexander would bite. I didn't know about Lev. His schedule was different from mine anyway. Alexander was my everyday problem.

I scrambled up, hearing the door. I cocked my head, afraid it might be Alexander. It wasn't. The black-haired nurse met me the day I was hired; he was working registers then. I met him again last weekend on Saturday. He was very cut dry and to the point. He fixed his half-cut frames, "Sandra would have scolded me again if I didn't offer you the resignation slip like last time."

I pushed off the bed, took my hat from the bedside table, and though it was weak, I smiled with vigor. "I don't need it. Thank you for checking up on me, Tristan."

"You look happy?"

"I have a really dumb idea that might not work, but if it does, I'll be coming in here less!" I bowed my head to him, wishing him a good rest of the night, and went home to plot out what I'd do for this insane, luxurious, and livable income.

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My head wanted to meet the counter so bad. The steady stream of customers kept me from indulging the urge. WHY DID I ASSUME I WOULD BE THE BEST AT THE GAME! I could really only beat Wicks, and he never plays video games!

AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR READING AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY! (Non-negotiable).

( @bellascarousel, @the-golden-comet).

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What I’d do for a Livable Income - Master-List!

[long-live-evie]

Listen here you little ****

1. I'm not knockoff Hades, as he is my great Uncle. He also gave me this body so flame him if you don't like it.

2. I work here, I'm the teacher of emotional control (Don't ask me why, I am the god of fear but like shush).

3. I want academic success, Lightrider was not focusing on her studies.

4. You want an introduction? Look on Wikipedia, you'll find me. But you won't find you.

I don't want to cause Fear but please talk to me before flaming me in front of students, again I have only not been possessed by a demon for like 5 months.

- @deimos-fn

// OKAY.

// I am usually an incredibly tolerant person. Everyone here loves new roleplay accounts, new people coming in to play dolls and practice our writing skills all together, coming up with stories that make us feel alive with characters that make us feel seen. New people are awesome.

// And then there are people like you. I don't know who you are, where you're from, or how old you are. But even a child should be aware of basic playground rules.

// The Fortnite Tumblrverse is a safe place for whoever wants to join and play with our little creatures and make stories. It's fun, inclusive, and so very silly, and the only things we take genuinely seriously are having fun and keeping this place safe for ourselves and anyone who wants to join in the fun. To the newbies running the accounts of the Supernova kids, we love you, y'all are absolute treats to interact with and read.

// We have established lore and long-running storylines. Some characters and story repercussions stretch back over a year. It's a fascinating interconnected web of beautiful stories running parallel to the Fortnite Island and I adore each and every person who has contributed to it all. Everything is built on mutual respect and enjoyment, and we love showing it off to new people and making room for more.

// And now here you come in, with your lack of care for what we've built together, your disrespect for our plainly stated rules and boundaries, your own version of preestablished events that you expect us to just accept and deal with, and your complete disregard for characters that already exist, acting as though it's perfectly fine to puppeteer someone else's character and say you'll make them say and do things they would never.

// That's not okay, it's extremely rude and disrespectful. I gave you a chance to step back and reexamine what we've all established. To read our rules and boundaries, catch up on our summaries, do the research so you could approach again with the information necessary to slot a new character into the world with the rest of us happily backing you.

// If you had started by doing the reading, respecting our boundaries, respecting our stories, and respecting us, then introducing your character and building who he is out a bit, letting us get to know you and you getting to know us, we would have been more than happy to pull you in. Heck, you may actually have been acknowledged as a professor had you actually gone through and asked nicely.

// Instead, here you are cussing me out and doubling down. Absolutely not. I've seen what you've been posting around as well about Evie. You're not making any friends here with this behavior. You show up, demand we alter our world to your liking without respecting anything about it or us, and now you're doing the equivalent of kicking the dollhouse and screaming because we're not letting you have your way.

// And to make things more interesting, everyone has noticed the disparity between how you treat female muses versus male muses. You brown-nose and kiss up to the men, especially the Jones you think is in charge, and you bully and cuss out the girls like Lightrider and Evie, and disrespect the autonomy of both Evie and Night Rose. "The Jedi" has a name. Use it or don't speak of her at all.

// We have a Night Rose. Her mun is not happy with you for acting like you can speak for and control her. We have a Hope too, you're not going to cover your backside by forcing a new version of her onto the scene.

// Stop. Learn some manners. Step back. If you keep going like this, nobody is going to want to interact with you. People don't like interacting with bullies.

// Playground rules, kiddo. Play nice, or nobody will play with you.

[kay9leo]

Iñaki Collage (Modern/2000s AU)

Thanks @myokk for tagging me :D

MC: Iñaki "MC" Martinez Cariaga

(Note that my HL OC is from a HL AU that takes place in the late 2000s.)

Wand(s):

American Wand (The one she forgot and thought was packed): "Astra"

Quina Wood Quetzal Feather Core 12 1/2 length Reasonably/Supple Flexibility Has a Jade Handle with Llama hide wrapping

European Wand (The one she got while in Hogsmeade): "Solis"

Breech Wood Phoenix Feather Core 12 1/2 length Reasonably/Supple Flexibility

For More Info: Iñaki's Wands

Unique ability: Wandless and Nonverbal magic

Iñaki has a great hold on being able to use wandless and nonverbal magic. It started at a young age due to being accidentally self-taught and then further encouraged while she went to school in New York as (Personal Headcannon Lore) in the Americas, it's common to learn wandless and nonverbal magic.

The use of a wand as a magical focus came with the Europeans and is seen more of an enhancer like using magical staff. Before the Europeans came (who used a wand as their a magical focus) to the Americas, your own hands were the original magical focus and any tools (like wand, knife, staff, instruments) used to channel your magic was seen as an enhancer.

To some extent, this mindset is still held in the Americas, especially where there is more a presence of Native magical culture (so more in Latin America and less in Canada and USA like in the same vein how native culture is more intertwined/held in the main stream culture in LATAM than USA/Canada). While there is a less Native presence in both Canada & USA culture, they still have a high wandless/nonverbal magic usage and its far stronger than what's seen in Europe).

Part of the reason is that Iñaki was accidentally self-taught young was that she would "accio" the remote control to her hand as a kid to stop her younger siblings from taking it so she can keep her show on. (It wasn't like iPads/tablets/laptops were that common or even existed in the early 2000s for kids to use back then. Youtube didn't exist until 2005. Iñaki had to fight for her right to watch her show 🤣)

Which leads to the next point:

Favorite Spell: ACCIO!

Iñaki sees it more like "using the Force" and for the longest time, she thought she was a Jedi before she went to magical school. It's still her favorite spell to this day, especially doing it wandless and nonverbally!

Clothes: She's a tomboyish teenager in the late 2000's.

She likes wearing clothes that let her be on the move! 😁

Star Sign: 🦁Leo🦁

♌Her birthday is August 1♌

Favorite Food(s):

🇬🇹 Tamale 🇬🇹 🇺🇸 Hot Dog 🇺🇸 🇪🇨 Hornado w/Mote & Llapingachos 🇪🇨

Subject of Choice: Ancient Runes

It's Iñaki's favorite subject.

It all started when she studied Mayan glyphs runes when was in magical Guatemala before she eventually became heavily interested in runes used in Native runes throughout the Americas. Iñaki eventually becomes a warder as an adult and helps set up protections wards through different companies and Gringotts before she becomes a freelancer. She often works with cursebreakers as well since both fields often interconnect due to the use of runes. As one of her mentors once told her

"Warders set it up, Cursebreakers break it down."

No Pressure Tags: @mizutoyama @theladyofshalott1989 @rypnami @espressoristretto-patronum and anyone else who wants to do this and show off their MC 😁🤗

[the-haunted-office]

As awkward as it is for me to admit, sometimes I worry that my muses and all their lore and world building might be overwhelming to others.

The truth is, I built so much of it and interconnected all of my muses so extensively... because it's been difficult for me in the roleplaying community, particularly with finding rp partners and consistency and, honestly, people who are interested in my muses. This isn't to make anyone feel bad for me or anything, it's just simple facts, and because of this I guess I sort of felt the need to roleplay with myself, in a way, if that makes sense. In essence, just... writing. Just building my own world and playing with it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, I hope I haven't made anyone feel shut out or overwhelmed, because sometimes I feel like I might be unintentionally doing that. I don't mean to. I love interacting with others and sharing my muses with others. When people are interested in them, it makes me feel so... I don't know, surprised and happy.

Thank you for being here with me and for letting me share my silly fellas with you, and for sharing yours with me. It really means a lot to me. :3

[deltatonotia]

This is a post that I intend for ONLY critical Okegom fans to see and respond to (I'm one of you).

(cw: I mention SA, inc*st in this post)

I think, generally speaking, a lot of people can agree that Okegom has problems. Problems that I do not defend or support, and am rather critical of. Many people are. And while it is okay to enjoy something and still be critical of it, when I first got really big into Okegom, I did not want to take that approach. So what did I decide to do?

I generally believe that Funamusea is a bad person, and whether you agree with me on that I don't really care. But to those who agree with me on this, there is a saying that comes to mind, that being "bad people deserve to have their good ideas stolen". Do you see where I'm going with this?

I'm not here to argue against people who uncritically enjoy Funa's work, but rather here to share what I've been working on with the occasional help of my friend group since roughly November of 2024. That being, a general AU that I've made (and still am making) that I aim to sort of, cleanse Okegom of its problems I have with it, for lack of a better word.

I really do enjoy the designs that Funamusea makes for her characters, but it feels like she wastes a lot of genuine potential by making major traits about them genuinely unenjoyable for me. I want to enjoy Okegom, but not if it's going to be what it is. That's why I made this AU in the first place.

For example, I do believe that SA and incest are treated very poorly in the grand scheme of things. Instead of getting rid of those moments entirely, I remade them in this AU to where it's treated and handled more respectfully, and not as like "oh, it happens but it has like no impact of the character seemingly". Though, with topics like incest I tend to just get rid of those entirely cause I do not support including that in stories, even if handled maturely.

This AU also exists for another purpose, to include Okegom in a greater lore omniverse I've been working on for a long time, called the Stuffverse. Stuffverse takes my OCs and interests and makes it a giant interconnected omniverse that you can tell was made by an autistic person (/pos). If you want to actually know more about Stuffverse as a whole, I have a side blog I've never used but I will use and give the handle for if anyone says they have a genuine interest in knowing more about. Shameless self promotion out of the way, allow me to get back on topic.

If you have a problem with what I'm doing, keep it to your damn self. I don't really feel like being harassed for having different worldviews than other people who post on the "okegom" tag.

(Oh, also, Human's Red Destiny exists in this AU and Stuffverse. Goated fangame!)

[jmweaverauthor]

Hello All,

I'm creating a blog to post my writing and navigate self-publishing some of my work. I'm sitting on two finished and edited novels, writing a third, and a bunch of short stories. I love to write Horror lit, and Fantastic stories, usually focused on complex women-centered relationships. My characters often navigate their very relatable, day-to-day struggles while facing surreal other worlds, superhuman powers, and Gods with questionable motives.

I'm a trans author, so my work tends to reflect a wide spectrum of representation. I think inclusion is important in art, especially in these, shall we say, not so pleasant times. I long to have my art find an audience and to create a series of interconnected novels sharing the same lore and mythos, which I hope people will really dig. Currently I'll be posting a couple short stories and chapter samples of my novels. I'm very interested in chatting with artists on here who I might be able to commission a few book covers from.

Also, I am staunchly against AI at any stage of the creation of art. I do not use AI in any of my writing and will not commission anything from artists who utilize AI. I'm sorry if this is a controversial stance for anybody, but I am personally completely against it.

Thank you to anyone who takes the time to visit my blog. I hope you have a wonderful day.

[ijsthee]

Hi friends, here are some lesser known/underrated games I want more people to play, including steam links! (many of these are also on other platforms, steam is just easiest to link)

tldr: heres the list on backloggd with the same comments

Outer Wilds (exploration, puzzle, mystery) - not by any means an underrated or even unknown game, but a game I simply have to recommend to anyone, any time. My favourite game ever. Genuinely imo one of the best games ever made. Anyone will tell you not to look up anything about this game (and theyre right, uncovering every part of this game IS the game) but I recommend if you really get stuck or frustrated, play with a friend or ask someone who has played it for a nudge!

Tunic (zelda-like, souls-like, adventure, puzzle) - an homage to retro gaming that I am slightly too young to fully understand.. and still one of my favourite games! A simple (but charming) zelda-like with souls-like elements on the surface, an intricate mind-breaking puzzle game at its core! Highly recommend if you like games that you have to keep physical notes for

Lorelei and the Laser Eyes (puzzle, mystery) - Puzzles puzzles puzzles! One big mystery puzzle game dripping with atmosphere and intrigue, a non-linear story that will pull you in and puzzles that youll be thinking about for hours after exiting the game. its a crime that this game seems to be slept on for now

In Stars and Time (rpg, story-driven) - the story-driven time-loop RPG that tumblr needs. WILL make you cry. the characters are at the heart and core of this game and they are AMAZING. Extremely trans story also

The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (visual novel, mystery, story-driven) - so listen i know Ace Attorney is not niche by any means. But it feel like either people dont really know about this game or havent given it a shot yet. Well I'm here to say if you have any interest in Ace Attorney, these games are some of the best the whole franchise has to offer. The story is intriguing and interconnected in ways the best Ace Attorney stories are, the main cast are charming as hell, the music is amazing, they are by far the best looking 3D Ace Attorney games of the franchise, etc. If youre familiar with ace attorney i dont need to sell you on the whole murder mystery bit, i just need to emphasize that this is some of the best mystery writing in the whole SERIES

Chants of Sennaar (puzzle, language) - puzzle game where you gradually learn the languages of various peoples by context and logic! Not only is the language and puzzle aspect of this game really well done, it also has a really nice theme and beautiful art style

Hypnospace Outlaw (puzzle/investigation, 1990's internet) - play as a moderator on an alternative universe's 90's internet, put your detective skills to use in order to find those pesky users breaking the rules! or spend hours digging through peoples pages to learn wtf ''frostpunk'' is and what happened at ''coolfest'', y'know, like the internet

Nine Sols (metroidvania, souls-like, action/combat) - can be described as a ''sekiro inspired souls-like metroidvania'', if buzzwords do anything for you. If not I will mention that it has a beautiful art style, incredibly satisfying (tough, but fair) parry-focused combat, and intriguing lore and story. Its good!

The Roottrees Are Dead (puzzle/investigation) - a game that takes some inspiration from Obra Dinn & Her Story, and has a similar gameplay loop to Hypnospace, the goal of the game is to uncover one family's family tree by cleverly searching The (fake) Internet

[108garys]

Perhaps not the sort of ask you wanted but I have a one-track mind atm so, what are you most looking forward to about D8020?

the more the merrier on the asks 😁

First and foremost I'm straight up just excited to have another Dark Pictures game, no matter how different it may be in this second season but to be more specific I am looking forward to the lore, as you know I once made a supermassiverse timeline and it'll be nice to be able to make a more updated version, although scifi isn't necessarily my favourite genre I am excited for how D8020 will follow up alien lore, like if the hoa incident stayed classified, would anyone on this mission be in the position to know about it, has anything else happened to potentially make aliens more commonly known in the supermassiverse. I am torn between wanting the supermassiverse to survive for as long as possible and wanting the gap between what we have and what we're getting to be conceivable in a way that makes sense along the natural progression of history given how important that type of thing is in the anthology and I feel like the things that fill the gap between now and D8020 should be as good as the historical stuff we get.

I am of course excited about the characters and plotlines and themes and all but I do think with my more interconnected view of the universe it does have to be the lore and how it applies more broadly that peaks my interest here, I'm just curious how they'll sell a future based story in a series that has up until this point had such a strong connection with history as a concept.

That all said I would love more asks thanks 🥰

[britney-rosberg06]

sorry for the long rant but i've been reading a bit about kimi's family and thought you might be interested in knowing a bit about it beyondg the dts https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marco_Antonelli i don't think toto knew marco prior to the minardis scouting kimi in 2017/2018 (which was what i thought originally when i learned how much toto liked antonelli) but they definitely connected afterwards and got pretty close - e.g., toto was driving a gt3(?) with his dad's name on it earlier this march and kimi coached jack's karting (as well as the other kids in the akm kart division when he had the time). the akm motorsports running f4 and kart was a recent development in 2020, a collaboration with dino chiesa (who owned kart republic, and with whom nico ran his racing academy and had kimi as one of his protégé). comparing to the other previous merc juniors, kimi is definitely born into a racing family so he has more access than george, but his career is still being sponsored by merc almost to 100% and you could sort of tell by the lack of sponsors on his liveries & overalls compared to some other drivers. (and marco isn't as prestigious as some other prema kids' dad, say montoya, fittipaldi, or wurz) i don't think he's a nepo baby in the sense that he could afford to move along in the feeder series, to buy a lot of the testing opportunities, or a seat if not for merc's development programme. but with that said i do think f1 is getting more and more expansive and it's extremely hard to get into the sports if you don't have some sort of background. so we would probably never see someone who's def not a nepo baby again (like lh for example). which is what i dislike about the sports and i resonate with you in your tag about the disappointment regarding the nepo babies.

hi! very important lore here omg thank you!

The Wolffs and Antonelli’s definitely seem close given how often we see them appear in each other’s lives and i was definitely running under the assumption it was a long-term relationship since Kimi was like a baby (base off the quote Toto said on Kimi testing in the W13 last week) so thank you for the correction of it originally being a business/recruitment endeavor that grew into family-friendship.

And even before being scouted, it is interesting how he’s sort of been interconnected with Merc before gaining his official position on the Junior Team. The bit with Nico training and working with him is especially fun, very much two greats from two generations haha.

On funding: Yes the Merc funding they have put into his is insane. I think it really speaks with just how good he is. They wouldn’t continue to foot bill if not for the continued proof of his skill, nor pay to the extent of him not looking for other sponsors.

Nepotism is so intertwined in this sport but it’s kinda sad how this grid will probably be the last with so many from non-racing/wealthy families as in the next couple years more and more wealthy/racing families will join and find their way to F1. (this isn’t to say that there isn’t a lot already, just more than now, to my knowledge)

Kimi and his relationship with Mercedes and the Wolffs is very interesting and i’d love any more input if anyone had any!

[cakeboxie]

0, 1 and 3 for the S/I ask game!

0 – What are some of the inspirations behind your S/I? Are they exactly like you? Were they an OC? Did any of your favorite characters have any influence in their design/personality?

So! Dmtryo and Robin are both variations of how I look irl (with Dmtryo being how I like to present mask and Robin how I like to present fem)

Charlie on the other had looks nothing like men besides body shape, but he’s almost 1:1 with my irl personality!

1 – How do you come up with lore for your S/I and their relationship with your F/O? Is there any media that represents your S/I? (e.g.: a song that inspired their backstory, an episode that changed something in their lore, etc)

Robins lore w Sunday is heavily inspired by this song:

She currently isn’t shipped w anyone else.

Dmtryo had individual character lore written, then I interconnect the plots. Bc Dmtryo has OC lore before individual ship lore that allows him to engage with all his ships in an interesting way,

Charlie has 3 iterations of his lore,

One of them is tied to Gopher Wood, they have like actual tangible lore.

One of them is tied to Zevlor, they also have actual lore.

The third is isolated and kinda just is there so I can loosely justify him getting railed by whatever character I want.

3 – Have you ever imagined any episodes or segments of your F/O's source starring your S/I? If so, what did they get up to?

Not starring, they’re usually side characters and my selfships aren’t even “canon” they’re just heavily implied.

[contaminated-cryptid]

OK, LORE TIME

So, this is the lore so far for the pokemon x hazbin/helluva AU if anyones interested. I always tend to go into way too much detail anytime i make an AU since it helps me with character designing to know the world they live in.

The setting:

I am using the mystery dungeon series for inspiration rather than the main games, so its a civilization consisting only of pokemon. "Hell" itself being one large interconnected mystery dungeon. Each different ring of hell is a different dungeon branching off from the main city of pride in the center.

Pokemon to character choices:

Firstly, i went off of the vibe a character gives off rather than their design alone, so despite some of them being based off of animals im not necessarily going to use pokemon also based on those animals.

Secondly, Legendaries and mythicals are going to be exclusively Royals and sins only. Goetia Royals have legendary blood in them that will reflect in their designs but are primarily normal pokemon as well like other hellborn.

I tried to keep a typing theme of imps are dark type and angels are fairy types, but there may be a few odd ones out in that mix because none of the pokemon in that type fit.

Other than Goetia royals, Im going to attempt to keep fusions limited.

I also do have pokemon picked out already for the majority of the characters but might do bonus doodles of suggestions i like!

Also anything involving this AU will be tagged as #PokemonMysteryHellverse from now on! Because wow this is consuming my brain.

[necroangelz]

points. fellow pure/pures pronouner >:3

also 🪽 and 💌?

indeed ! points back

to be exact i use pure/purest (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

『 💌 』

a quote/song lyric

" but now that you're gone i have to move on

seems like everyone just smiles staring at the sun

but what about me?

tell me how i will know where i should go?

oh gales, you sing and guide me! "

i looovvveeee this movie so much ehe...... suzu is so me and I'd like to edit it some time

『 🪽 』

infodump about an oc

I'm rather silly tonight so I'm talking about 2 ocs again :3 tbh whenever i talk about 2 ocs in one infodump it's almost always bcz their stories are very interconnected/they're both main characters and the main focuses/they're in love and i need to talk about them at the same time etc . so here we go!

links to their playlist as well as their lore doc. these are photos of Phoebe and nyxa in their regular fairy forms and their everyday outfits. fun fact last year i played their playlist on speaker during New year's Eve bc i wanted to manifest a gf n a happy sapphic relationship like theirs and guess what? my wish came true on that year

here we have Phoebe and nyxa, my winx club ocs. theyre technically royale high ocs as well. nyxa was the first one i created. i made her during the royalloween 2022 update when the autumn halo with the moon and stars was released. i was VERY VERY obsessed with that halo and i did everything in my power to get it (i never got it). i made an outfit to match the halo if i ever got it (I NEVER GOT IT) and that outfit became an oc!

i first intended to give nyxa a darker story. nyxa, as the antihero, getting swept up in a dizzying whirl of tension, spying on alfea as a secret agent from cloud tower, secretly falling in love when she shouldn't be, nearly dying a few times, etc etc. but all of that changed when i made phoebe, her love interest. so what became of nyxa's story?

nyxa is a wealthy girl from a minor aristocratic family in a kingdom whose name i forgot. unfortunately her family suffered a great tragedy. her family fought over many things, wealth, power, inheritance, rights to ownership of something, lovers, etc. she was forced to witness the fights as they escalated and escalated through the years. her parents sensed when it would no longer be safe for her, so when she was young they sent her off to the countryside to live with a family friend. she had little contact with her family and she was left in the dark about what was going on at home. when she returned many years later, she returned to an empty manor. as far as she knows, she's the only surviving member of her family. as far as she knows.

when she's older, she studies in cloud tower but on her 2nd year she gets transferred to alfea for reasons unknown (Read: I Didn't Come Up With A Reason). her formal and sophisticated attitude (she can't help it, it's a result of her upbringing), her awkward shyness, her closed off personality, and her history in cloud tower caused the other students to stay away from her. rumors were made about her (She's a spy from cloud tower, she has a horrible personality and a superiority complex, she's a princess who was exiled for being a witch and she has blood on her hands, etc.) but people were very intimidated with nyxa so no one directly gave her a hard time. nyxa was good at keeping people away from her and she'd rather die than get close to anyone

nyxa is much more comfortable hiding away parts of herself from the world, even at the cost of her happiness. her trauma with her family makes her fear conflict and mushy emotional situations. she's scared of other people, she's scared of what they could do to her if she lets them get too close. she also had a rather isolated childhood resulting in her social awkwardness

nyxa enjoys writing poetry. she has a cat made of shadows named aponia. aponia can blend into the darkness and change in size. nyxa is skilled in "boy activities" such as sword fighting, sparring, racing with windriders, and dragon taming

meiker and picrew

nyxa picrews !! (well, in the case of the left photo, it's a meiker). the meiker is more of a hypothetical, alternate non canon design of nyxa. the picrew is nyxa all dressed up. can uu tell i like that picrew maker a lot?

meanwhile phoebe is the absolute opposite of nyxa in a few ways. ngl i lowkey coded phoebe and nyxa to be autism and adhd gfs anyway

phoebe is an absolute ball of sunshine if it wasn't obvious enough by her name and design. she's a very open, sincere, and friendly person. she's extroverted and bubbly. she doesn't notice it whenever she becomes "too much" for other people. people tend to only pay attention to phoebe's friendliness and kindness, because of course that's something they can benefit from. meanwhile they ignore her less perfect characteristics or downright passive aggressively put her down for it. so she has a lot of friends and she's quite popular, and yeah she does have genuine friends who embrace the more different sides of her, but a lot of people just befriend her for what she can do for them and not for her.

phoebe is a musician and aspires to be a rockstar. she's a very light and happy person, so people don't expect that she enjoys gothic rock and metal music. but in general she really really loves music. she listens to music from her headphones wherever she goes. she regularly gets scolded by her teachers for wearing headphones in class and she can't hear anyone at all when she's listening to her music. yeah her ears are probably fine dont worry

compared to nyxa she has a decent family life. her parents had some weird history of some sort but i didn't write that shit down so i forgot what it was LMAO but basically her parents are no longer together and she has four half brothers from another family that her father had. she lives with her biological mother and she has mommy issues. she has a good bond with her half brothers. the brothers are based on the four winds of greek mythology, so from eldest to youngest there's boreas (strict, has a temper, but the most responsible and reliable as the eldest), notos (named notus at birth but he insists that people spell his name differently, reckless, gets into trouble, very self confident, the opposite of boreas), zephyrus (peaceful, looks like the most well adjusted among his brothers, easily overtaken by strong emotions that he tries to suppress, hates making even the smallest of mistakes), and eurus. eurus is around phoebe's age, just a bit older, and he studies at red fountain so they hang out often. eurus has an interest in dragons and bonds with nyxa over this mutual interest. eurus looks very different compared to his brothers and he has a much better bond with phoebe than with his brothers

when nyxa transfers to alfea she becomes dormmates with phoebe (my headcanon is that there's smaller dorms in alfea and not all students share dorms in groups of 5 like winx) the layout of their dorm is basically the royale high 2nd school dorm lmfao

things are awkward between them at first. nyxa is put off by phoebe's personality, and phoebe thinks nyxa doesn't like her very much so she gives her space. she still remains polite and friendly to nyxa, and slowly phoebe's warmth helps nyxa to form a friendship with her. nyxa realizes she actually likes phoebe a lot and starts feeling more comfortable around her too

so yeah. they became friends. i like to think that they were attracted to each other bc they were both "different" from the rest and basically alone with no one else who understood them. they were just in different situations. they don't perfectly understand each other, bc they still have a lot of differences between them, but what matters is they try. and they genuinely appreciate each other. they don't intentionally treat each other any different, give each other a hard time etc. they help each other in any way they can

and also what matters is they fall in love eventually LMFAOO

i don't have a proper storyline set out for this but I like to imagine that at the end of their 3rd/final year at alfea, a concert event is held and Phoebe performs a special song that she wrote... a song she wrote for NYXA!!!! and i headcanon that the song she performed is "she's my religion" by pale waves bc its so lunasolis 👉👈 (yeah that's their ship name. Luna for nyxa, Solis for Phoebe)

Phoebe meiker and picrew

idk what else to add so heres some more photos of them

no link to the picrew sorry!

picrews of phoebe and nyxa as adults! i like to think that phoebe is a rockstar and nyxa works as the head of a detective agency. why a detective agency in particular? I'll explain that soon.....

a few yrs ago i commissioned my friend to draw phoebe and nyxa in their fancy outfits. there's one inaccuracy and it's their height, nyxa is supposed to be taller than phoebe, but it's okay with me i don't really mind. i love it sm and it was my wallpaper for a few months

without realizing it nyxa's story ended up being lighter and happier than i intended but i think I'm ok with that. i think i subconsciously wrote the story that i needed at the time when i made it. i if that makes sense? like at the time i needed to escape into a story with a happy, wholesome relationship so that's what i subconsciously wrote.

anyway tat's all for this infodump

[thwackamabob]

a 3am rant you should probably skip

the thing is: i can never seriously believe that me being trans is an issue when i'm trying to do this whole music thing, or else i will blame everything on that instead of trying to work through it. but it sucks. idk, i've just been thinking that maybe you can find success if you're trans, but only if you're the acceptable kind. if you're transfem you better never let anyone know, you stay in the background, or you cover your voice in so many layers of pitch-shifting and distortion that no one can tell that testosterone touched you. the inverse is also true i think, but you can come out of the other side. you can pass as a cis man when singing after long enough on t. whereas i'm just here forever. and then ethel fucking cain comes along and sounds like *that* despite everything and then i can't blame my transness anymore. but god do i want to be normal. i don't want to have to be a fucking genius with interconnected worlds and concept albums who produces and records fucking everything, and then does the art and the video and is entirely self-sufficient and manages to look like they have an entire label behind them, because that's the only way anyone will take a tranny seriously, but a label won't sign someone they can't promote. i just want to make music from my perspective, about the world i live in without any lore or characters or cinematic fucking universe. not because that's bad, but because it's just not what interests me. most gigs we get are because i'm trans, ran by activists having a go at organisation. i don't want to slag any of them off, but i'd really like to do a gig ran by someone who's ran gigs before. where it isn't a bunch of randomly slapped together queer acts who sound nothing alike. we've done 3 gigs like this now, and out of the 7 acts we played with across the 3 gigs, maybe 1 of them sounded anything like us, even in the same ballpark. it's all sad lesbian singer-songwriters who's audiences go for a smoke the instant they realise what we are. i'm always the only trans woman there. i'm always the only dropped voice heard all night. peak frustration at *all of this* however, was a gig we applied for and didn't get. in feb, we applied for a gig with our uni's lgbt society they were doing for lgbt history month. we hadn't played a gig for 3 months at that point, had none in the pipeline, and were getting antsy. one of my flatmates is playing in one of the other bands so i go down anyway, and one of my favourite bands end up being a last minute replacement, so extra points. i get there, and just: 2 of the 5 artists are MT students who've been playing guitar for about 5 seconds and, to be brutally honest, probably aren't a point where they're good enough to play live yet. out of the other 3, one is "lesbian singer-songwriter" as mentioned earlier. she's extremely good, and for some reason she keeps being the support at gigs i go to, so no complaints there. then, band i both adore and am friends with, who i find out are a last second replacement *after having been rejected.* the person they're replacing is, to again use stereotypes, that kind of "gay boy pop." think troye sivan? the kind that is still pretty marketable to straight girls. the final band tho. oh god the final band. said flatmate is the only queer person on the band. she is on keys and barely visible. the songwriter/vocalist/lyricist/face of the band is extremely straight. across the entire original lineup, there was not a single trans person. 2 of the 5 were quite frankly not ready to perform live, and yet got it over multiple bands i know were rejected. all of whom contained visibly trans members, and were in genres other than "sad slow music." even in events designed to try and slightly tip the balance, we are unpalatable. and that's only when it's "lgbt events." when it's merely "diverse", it's all bands full of cis straight men, with one cis straight woman at the front with a mic. nice. on a course where i am, to reiterate, the only dropped voice/amab person doing vocals as my specialist instrument, it's diverse to have the vocalist be a cishet woman. idk it kinda just seems like it's impossible to get anywhere outside of trans circles if you're visibly trans (which, to reiterate, includes basically all transfem singers). i am the only trans woman fronting a band in this city as far as i am aware. i know of a few solo acts, but from what i've heard they all fit into the "distort and bury all vocals" category from earlier. it just sucks and there's no productive thing here. is posting this a good idea? no. will it piss some people off if they find it? yes. does this feel terribly arrogant? like i'm blaming being trans for my complete failure to actually get anywhere in the first 3/4s of "doing a music degree wherein i barely have to worry about supporting myself?" and completely wasting it? yes, yes it does.