#trick lore

[trkstrnd]

hi yall i have a concept to make a carlos reyes edit to good luck babe by chappell roan but i am also deathly aware of the sacredness of the sapphic sphere and my place in it. this is my question:

would me making a carlos reyes edit to an inherently sapphic song be sapphic erasure?

i have a couple ways of looking at it for context before you answer.

one: as a lesbian, i am aware of the lack of representation we have in most media, and why chappell’s recent success is really important to the sapphic community. sapphic stories need to be told, and they don’t need to end in tragedy. sapphic relationships have been on the far end of the ‘bury your gays’ trope for far too long, so us being loud and existing in pop culture spaces is important.

two: on the other hand, as a lesbian, as a direct result of the lack of sapphic representation, i have found comfort and identity who identifies as a man. his relationship with his queerness is a lot like mine. i had to come out on three separate occasions just to make sure my parents knew, because they didn’t speak about it, didn’t talk about it with me, didn’t do much at all to let me know that i was seen. I felt shamed, forgotten, like i wasn’t enough, and carlos’s story follows these same things, and grappling with the fact that you aren’t perfect, and you never will be. he married a woman out of comphet, just to win his parents approval. i’ve dated men for the same reasons. i relate to carlos so much, and i relate to the song so much, and it would be really therapeutic to express this part of my life through these means. i just don’t want to inadvertently hurt the community that i’m a part of.

two and a half: the song blew up on tiktok,,, straight men are using it for povs, and that feels icky to me but they’re not catching much flack for taking it completely out of context (you could fit “i hate to say it, but i told you so.” in any context, im finding).

if yall wanna talk about it, ask me in my ask box or dms or even comment on the post! thank you so much!

tl;dr: would i, a sapphic person be harming the sapphic community by making an edit to a sapphic song where the character highlighted is non-sapphic, but queer?

ty ily all !!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[chez-cinnamon]

I just thought of something. Are the golden butterflies like Kinger's version of Caine's all seeing eyes? It would explain why they congregate around Queenie's statue... He missed looking at her... As well as around Queenie herself once she was brought back.

In a way, yes! They carry some kinda fragment of Kinger, since they came along after his transformation, but their primary purpose is something else. Other than being helpful little nightlights at night, they harbour memories!! If they happen to land on you, chances are you may remember something of yours or someone else's!

Let's take Kinger for example:

Oops, this one might have struck a cord... he'll be fine give him some time!

But yeah, these little critters are very unpredictable when it comes to giving back memories, you can't choose the memory but they somehow know which one to give back.

And who knows... maybe they harbour some other powers...

[knight-commander]

My post-Schreier thoughts:

I remain unconvinced that Veilguard's chronic writing was anything but a skill issue on the part of (some) writers. We now know that rewrites were thought necessary at several stages due to poor reception—it was slop from the beginning, with nothing to salvage and no talent remaining to pull it back from the brink.

Changes not possible due to voice-acting strikes? Okay, sure. What about the written content? The pitiful attempts at what this game considers "codex" entries. The failures in tone and voice in them compared to previous games. The notes, my god, the notes.

What about the disappointing or even self-destructive narrative choices made that were entirely unvoiced, and in fact never mentioned in dialogue? The absolute travesty of a decision to write off the South in a few lines?

What about fundamental parts of Tevinter, Nevarran, Rivaini, Dalish and Antivan lore missing from the game that could have been tucked away in the codex in a pinch, but weren't?

What about the characters from Tevinter Nights—all the faction leaders—who you only know if you read Tevinter Nights, because the game doesn't bother to explain who they are, even in little slivers of readable lore dotted around the world? I found out more about Rylen or the Mayor of Crestwood from picking up notes playing Inquisition than I did about Antoine, or Myrna, or even Viago in Veilguard.

I was cautiously neutral on Weekes' leadership, but I also thought of them as more of a "clever" writer, as in, they often leaned into being clever over something substantial, deployed enjoyable turns of phrase, relied on double entendres and misdirection. Good stuff, sure! But if that's all you've got in your toolkit, and what you instead need is something solid—the nuts and bolts to make a story stick—you get something lacking complexity, depth, nuance, and heart. Something shallow. Something like Veilguard.

(And as for Epler? Man, pick a different profession.)

[crystallizsch]

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE CATER DIAMOND IS THAT A CROWN MARK

[thecursedcreator]

so youre telling me. toby fox gave us a tv head as tall as he is pathetic and tragic. and he expected us to be normal about it?

[ri4naaa]

so. vivinos dropped a new comic.

[hellofellowneighborhoodnothings]

let him cook!!!

( may be hard to read, he’s saying: ‘wait!!! I got it now!! are you watching???’ )

[hbosscreations]

I’ve seen a lot of posts recently about people having ideas but not knowing how to make a story, being unsure about how to organize their stories, or struggling to be inspired to write so I thought I’d share a method I’ve used since I was a kid.

I found this book back when I was in middle school, and while I can’t speak for the actual manga creation aspect of it, this book taught me one of the most simplest writing techniques I’ve ever learned.

The 5W1H method.

The example they give is pretty easy to understand, but I like to take it a step further. I write everything out on 3x5 index cards. They’re cheap, easy to get, and very portable at this size.

I've rearranged the pieces a little to fit how my brain works better, but it is essentially the same. Who, Does What, Where, When, Why, How did it go.

3x5 cards allow enough space to get a general idea without you being able to write anything too significant, which is important with this part. These are just ideas, brainstorming, in this case you want quantity and vibe more than quality.

I've included some quick and dirty examples below.

You don’t have to fill every section out, maybe you don’t know where the scene takes place or who’s in it, maybe you just know who’s there and why, maybe you don’t really know how things go in the end but you know you want the lead-up. That’s all valid. If you’ve got enough to fill a line, you can put it on a card.

As ideas get more complicated, I like to have a card dedicated to characters, reoccurring locations, themes, etc., to keep track of things that pop up most often, and eventually color code them. This enables you to look at the cards from a distance and see how often certain characters show up or if your themes are present.

The big benefit to the cards is that they are able to float around. I personally like to use a pin board to organize them, but you can just as easily lay them out on a table and store them in order in a card box or wrap them in a rubber band or a hair tie and tuck them away when you don't want to mess with them.

The cards can easily be arranged and rearranged as you work through your ideas and by looking at them this way, you can actually develop a plot-line or several smaller arcs.

Scenes that you don’t have a place for you can just remove and save for the future, you never know when you’re going to need them!

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

here is the second poseidon 'snippet'. this takes place after this part! hope you guys enjoy a little look into poseidon's home life...

first snippet here!

there's a masterlist now!

*not long after poseidon had received telemachus’ gift and said good night to everyone*

poseidon: *making his way through the ithacan palace’s halls to the entrance for the gardens*

poseidon: *holds a hand to where the gift is kept in his chiton and thinks back to all of telemachus' questions and interest in him* 

poseidon: *internally to himself* hmm i wonder what he would have thought, if he knew his father’s and mine’s true relationship-

odysseus: *calling from behind poseidon* poseidon!

poseidon: *jumps a little because he didn’t hear odysseus approaching*

poseidon: *puts his hand down and turns to face odysseus*

poseidon: odysseus…i’ve been gone only moments, what have i possibly done?

odysseus: nothing-

poseidon: *hand on his hip* what do you want then? 

poseidon: *pinches his nose bridge with his free hand*  please don’t say another dinner

odysseus: what- no!- *coughs*  

odysseus: trust me there will be no family dinners for a while…

odysseus: *under his breath* sitting for hours next to you was enough ruthlessness for one evening

poseidon: *dropping his hand from his face* what was that?

odysseus: i said what i said

poseidon: *rolls his eyes* well next time, maybe don’t let my niece get involved

odysseus: *grinning* oh so you want a next time then?

poseidon: *hand drops from hip and slightly panicking* THAT’S NOT- I MEAN-

odysseus: *tucks hair behind his ear* 

odysseus: oh poseidon, as good as that sounds….

odysseus: *now has his arms crossed over his chest* 

odysseus: *facade drops* …no thanks.

poseidon: *sigh of relief* 

poseidon: just- just tell me why you’re here

odysseus: *still in little shit mode* i mean this is my palace, i do live here

poseidon: *about to start pulling out his own hair in frustration* 

poseidon: odysseus…please

odysseus: *grin returns* yes, yes, go on, since you’ve already proven you’re so good at begging…

poseidon: *scowls* 

odysseus: *grin finally leaves his face and his arms return to his sides*

odysseus: ok look… i just thought, considering i was the host for this evening, i would follow xenia and escort you back to the cove…

poseidon: *sighs*

poseidon: *shakes his hand in front of him in a ‘no worries’ motion*

poseidon: no need… i’m able to make my own way back home

odysseus: are you sure? i mean they are your brother’s rules…

odysseus: *not really wanting to ever see zeus again after his last experiences*

poseidon: *dropping his hand and snorting out a laugh* i’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother anyone about the lack of normal hospitality tonight

poseidon: *turning back around to leave* go back to your family odysseus

odysseus: *not to look a gift horse in the mouth* uh sure

odysseus: *about to turn and make his way back to the dining hall*

poseidon: *from over his shoulder* oh and odysseus?

odysseus: uh yeah?

poseidon: …don’t go easy on my niece

poseidon: remember… ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

odysseus: *rolls his eyes and while he now knows that phrase isn’t true now….he decides to humor poseidon* 

odysseus: wasn’t planning on it.

*both leave in opposite directions*

*a short while later in poseidon’s palace*

poseidon: *walking into the bedroom* wife i’m back

*no response or movement*

poseidon: *raised eyebrow as he thought she’d be home* amphitrite?

*still nothing*

poseidon: *sighs* i guess she made last minute plans for tonight

poseidon: *goes to get changed when he remembers about his gift*

poseidon: *takes the gift out of his chiton, unwraps it and looks at it again*

poseidon: *remember telemachus' smile from the happiness of him accepting it*

poseidon: *huffs a laugh at the fact that odysseus produced a son that may look identical to him, but completely different in personality* 

amphitrite: what’s got you laughing? what do you have there?

poseidon: *quickly shoves the gift back in his chiton, and turns to face his wife*

poseidon: *dodging her question* i thought you weren't here… you didn’t respond to my calls

amphitrite: i was just checking on fysallída, he hadn’t been his usual self tonight.

poseidon: *eyes widen in worry* 

poseidon: what do you mean? he was fine earlier! is he sick? should i call apollo?

amphitrite: *smiles at poseidon’s worried rambling* 

amphitrite: *moves closer to poseidon and brushes her hand through his hair in comfort*

amphitrite: and he still is fine my love. i think he just missed you tonight.

amphitrite: also while our nephew may be able to help some animals… i don’t think sea creatures fall under his ability

amphitrite: besides, he was playing with pelagos and kýma 

poseidon: *the worry leaves his eyes* if you say so... i’ll just check on him before we go to sleep.

amphitrite: *hand leaves poseidon’s hair, and now joins her other one in crossing over her chest*

amphitrite: now, back to my original question…. what do you have there that had you laughing?

poseidon: *was hoping she’d forget* uh… uhh…

poseidon: …moly?

amphitrite: *raised eyebrow* 

amphitrite: the king of ithaca- odysseus gave you…moly? 

poseidon: *furrowed brows at the thought of odysseus giving him a gift*

poseidon: this isn't from odysse- *coughs* i mean- no… he didn't 

poseidon: it's… from his son.

amphitrite: *now has both her eyebrows raised in disbelief* 

amphitrite: the prince of ithaca, gave you moly.

poseidon: *now panicking as he's the god of the seas, not of lies* 

poseidon: well if you didn’t know…they're descended from hermes… 

poseidon: and he practically hands out this stuff… the prince probably didn’t know what it truly was.

amphitrite: *staring at the clear not moly shaped item, hidden in her husband’s chiton*

amphitrite: *deciding to leave it be for now* uh huh, whatever you say husband

*poseidon leaves the bedroom and heads to the palace reef gardens where amphitrite had not long come from*

*sensing the gods approach, bioluminescent corals light the area like oil lamps would on land*

poseidon: *staring out into the reef* hmm where is he?

poseidon: *makes a whistling noise like a dolphin’s echolocation*

*two whinny’ing noises are heard, then seconds later two hippocampi appear and are hurriedly making their way to poseidon*

poseidon: *strokes the both of them on their faces* yes, yes i'm home… where’s fysallída?

poseidon: *suddenly feels something small, bump repeatedly into him from behind and hears tiny grunting sounds*

poseidon: *snorts in laughter and turns around*

*the tiny grunting noises get louder and quicker in excitement, the small sea creature that has been bumping into poseidon is none other than…a small yellow pufferfish*

poseidon: *placing his hand out for fysallída to settle into* hello little one, i heard you caused amphitrite some worry earlier

*fysallída puffs out a little bit and then wiggles more into poseidon’s hand still making tiny noises*

poseidon: ah! none of that…i said i was going to be gone this evening

poseidon: besides, i can’t always be home, i do have godly things to do i'm sorry to say

*pelagos and kýma both whinny at poseidon’s back*

poseidon: *turning around with fysallída still in his hand* and we can’t forget, you have these two to keep you company

poseidon: now, i’ve had a long and tiring evening, so i’m going to retire for the night. 

*the pufferfish gives a final wiggle and swims out of his hand and then settles in between the two hippocampi*

poseidon: ok, you can all go back to whatever you three were doing-

*the three sea creatures all start to turn to leave*

poseidon: *putting one hand on his hip and raising the other to point at all of them, like he’s talking to children rather than sea creatures* 

poseidon: but! try not to get into too much trouble, yes fysallída i am talking to you mostly

*almost ignoring poseidon, they all quickly swim back in the original distance they came from*

poseidon: i swear to zeus, if i wake up to an angry nymph at my palace doors again…

*poseidon claps his hands and the bioluminescent corals dim in response, leaving the reef in darkness again. he then turns to go back inside his palace, and finally head to sleep for the night*

[theladart]

Rapidash/Rainbow Dash ponymon fusion: Firestorm!

Inspired by @pinxpony‘s Pinkie Pie/Flaffy fusion, Flaffy Taffy (hope you don’t mind the tag :P)

Edit: Found out that the rapidash pic I got for reference is a fakemon mega evo designed by CaseyDeanFakemon on Deviantart

[aridatinas-art]

teensy self-indulgent thing I doodled 2 or 3 months ago (??) that I didnt feel confident in posting until now?? funny how artist mind work like that :,D

For those confused, she's referring to Scandinavian trolls. In the stories they can be as huge as mountains - they're often depicted with literal forests on their backs - and they turn to stone once exposed to sunlight. We have a mountain range called The Seven Sisters with a story behind it like that! It's about seven sister trolls traversing a valley in an attempt at getting home, but they get caught by the sunrise and become the mountains ):

[shkatzchen]

Tulip's Boudoir

I've been teasing a spring collection for some time now and here it is!

Meet Tulip, a mischievous fairy tormenting the residents of a hamlet near Henford-on-Bagley as she seeks to outfit her new room. Her journey puts her at odds with a variety of craftsmen, but you can have the same furnishings with just an easy download!

This set is a mix of recolors and new items, all designed with spring in mind. The colorful furnishings all come in a 4x4 palette, designed to be mixed and matched to create complementary colored rooms without having to use the same single shade.

Included are:

Squishy Armchair (16 Swatches)

Squishy Ottoman (16 Swatches)

Squishy Loveseat (16 Swatches)

Squishy Couch (16 Swatches)

Draping Double Tulip Bed (80 Swatches = 5 woods * 16 fabrics)

Tulip Coffee Table (5 Swatches)

Tulip End Table (5 Swatches)

Tulip Dresser (5 Swatches)

Tulip Ceiling Light (8 Swatches)

Tulip Table Lamp (8 Swatches)

Sunny Shades (Left and Right) (16 Swatches)

Klimt's Italian Garden (16 Swatches)

Naturally Leafy Rug (16 Swatches)

Orchid Bud Vase (4 Swatches)

Tulip Bud Vase (6 Swatches)

Everything is Base Game Compatible. Find in game by searching [Tulip's Boudoir].

Download from SimFileShare here, either as individual packages or a merged file.

Made with S4S.

[conkreetmonkey]

trick or treat

You reach out and knock on the rusty old bulkhead, yelling "trick or treat!" as you do.

It produces a hollow, resounding clang that echoes around you, a vibration you feel in your bones.

Wait, where exactly are you? How did you get here?

Looking around, you find yourself in what could only be described as a "facility." You seem to be at the bottom of a rusted metal stairwell you have no memory of descending. The walls are of a rough, filthy concrete, skirted in decaying institutional white tile up to about your shoulders. The floor is of much worse-off dark green tile, accented with the occasional aquamarine one.

Everything is covered in a layer of dry dirt, building up in the corners and missing tiles, save for where the criss-crossing pipes snaking up and down the walls and ceiling drip foul water from corroded fittings, supporting pockets of green algae and moss, and the occasional unnatural-looking mushroom. A completely rusted drainage grate sits in the middle of the room, revealing only darkness beneath.

The air is stale and musty, with an acrid chemical tinge to it. Motes of dust hang languidly in the air, illuminated by buzzing, half-dead flourescent tubes. Wait, this place looks totally abandoned, why is there still electricity? You have no clue what purpose this area could possibly have served. There isn't even an indication of what floor you're on, let alone who built this place and for what.

The door in front of you is all there is down here, save for a few strewn-about pieces of trash, and some ominous neon yellow barrels in the far corner. You don't even want to know.

The door is odd, clearly old and abandoned, yet at the same time bearing evidence of regular use. The valve that presumably opens it is well worn, darkened white paint rubbing away to reveal fresh, unrusted steel. One of the hinges looks newly installed, its gleaming metal surface starkly contrasting its dull surroundings. Shoeprints not matching your own cover the dusty floor, most saturated at the base of the door.

Most damning of all, though, is the laminated piece of printer paper taped to it, reading "NO SOLICITORS" in calibri bold. Somebody definitely lives here, in the rotting guts of some Soviet-ass brutalist hellhole, and you just knocked on their door and yelled "trick or treat!" Uh oh.

As if on cue, the moment you think this, the valve begins to turn with a mechanical squeak, and the bulkhead opens outwards just a sliver, a seemingly gloved hand curling around the edge as somebody peeks out a-- what.

"Ah! I was starting to think there wouldn't be any of you this year!" a nasally male voice says as the door is heftily shoved all the way open, forcing you to take a step back.

Standing before you is some sort of freak.

The man(?) before you is slightly above-average in height. His baggy avocado green t-shirt obscures his midsection, as do his maroon pants, but based purely on the way they hang off his form and the look of his hands and forearms, you subconciously clock him as scrawny to skinnyfat in build, clearly no athlete. His worn black and white sneakers peek out from under the cuffs of his too-big pants, whatever's holding them up obscured by his even more ill-fitting shirt. Both seem to be scavenged from scraps, repaired over and over again with sloppy hand stiching and the odd strip of duct tape.

This is where the normal aspects of his appearance abruptly end.

His hands were never gloved, it turns out; rather, they, along with the rest of him, is a deep, unnaturally saturated bondi blue, seemingly the actual colour of his skin. Even his battered fingernails are a tealish cyan, his lips and lower eyelids fading to a darker, comparatively less ostentatious shade of catalina blue.

A thick, wild mop of taffy pink hair hangs down to his shoulderblades, and would likely reach down to his mid back without its fluffy, springy texture. It looks coarse and unpleasant, but at least not greasy.

A pair of inhuman eyes stare excitedly into yours, neon yellow scleras clashing against red-40 irises in tones typically reserved for candy or tropical fish. They seem far brighter than they should be in this light, and his pupils glint in the industrial gloom like those of a raccoon or similar nocturnal garbage animal. His boyish face sports a five o' clock shadow of pink facial hair, implying it's his natural hair colour, which wouldn't be too surprising considering the rest of him.

He overall looks rather scruffy, yet at the same time clearly at least somewhat takes care of himself. His stubbly face and tangled hair bring up imagery of some sort of basement gremlin, and your surroundings do little to contest this. He smells like sour fruit gummies an-- Wait, what's that on his lip?

Some sort of ooze is trailing from his mouth, luminescent neon green, looking like the liquid inside of a green glowstick. Before you can get too good of a look at it, he licks it up. Then he speaks.

"Here ya go, little guy! A li'l snacky-snack for ya!" he says, plopping something cylindrical and heavy into a plastic bag you just now realize you've been holding. The blue man, despite looking like somebody rubbed magnets on a TV screen tuned to a documentary about homelessness, clearly means you no harm, even if his demeanour is a little eccentric, his scent a little unusual. Before you can thank him, the door slams shut with a "Happy Halloween!" and the squeak of the valve. You're alone down here once again. You look into your bag and remove a strange object:

Huh, weird. It seems metallic, and your hand tingles against its lukewarm surface. What kind of candy is this? Wait, is it even Halloween?

You look around yourself, weighing your options. You don't want to disturb the blue man, him having been so kind as to give you this... whatever it is. It's not like there's anything else to do down here.

With no other directions avaliable to walk in, you start up the rusty industrial stairs, your strange gift sitting heavily in the bottom of your bag.

[soaps-mohawk]

Imagine, Ghost complains about the bear, but then after a couple of weeks, forgets about it...... only to piss off omega, who decides to enact revenge.

**new text message from 'mega**

Was thinking of you

**new picture**

It's just the bear in the skull panties.

-🦈 anon (I think I am at least. It's been a while)

Mhm the reader uses that bear as revenge all the time 🤭 Simon does something annoying, cue a photo of her snuggling the bear saying "you wish this was you rn"

Definitely puts the bear in panties and lingerie. Simon thinks he's getting a spicy photo? Jk it's the bear.

How desperately he wants to get rid of it but he'd never do that to the reader. That's her special bear and as much as it annoys him, he's just happy he has his own representation in her collection of stuffed animals.

Still hates the bear though.