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[a-forsaken-memory]

Consider this myth busted.

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This blog will certainly be canon divergent! We play in the field of HUGE uncertainty with John, given the rework of his milestones and more! Even if canon changes, unless it's big enough on a rework to make this entirely defunct, I'll be sticking to my guns here.

John is very much still a killer, as such, it might be a bit harder to interact with him! Don't worry. Workarounds exist :)

This blog is run by a fictive! IC actions are EXTREMELY removed from System ones. Do not by any means count this as one in the same, it isn't!

Magic!Anons welcomed! Curiosity as well! Anons will have a MUCH easier time interacting here, though who knows. Maybe that'll change in time. Though that is quite the long shot...

I can't promise you he won't bite, but the ask box is always open! Come in, say hi, strike up a roleplay!

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Extras to note

John is much more coherent outside of rounds. Getting a full conversation out of him in them is VERY difficult, but not impossible.

This man growls. A lot.

John is very tall - 7'8. A solid foot and a half of that is because of his corruption.

He's prone to losing his train of thought easily, thanks to said corruption. Even his own trains of thought. He can find them again, though... It might take a moment. Depending on how this blog goes, this will change! For better, or for worse!

John is liable to kill anons. Feel free to carry on bothering him even if he does take a stab. Anons don't... Necessarily play by our rules.

John is… A mix bag of a man. From hostile to friendly, and all sorts of places in between. His lucidity changes a LOT from moment to moment.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Measurement : The Rite (III)

A Masterlist for The Rite is HERE A Link to my Regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (3) Loki gives you a taste of luxury, a visit to the Asgardian Weaving Crones - and his inseam isn't the only thing measured up. (w/c 3.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. Language. Loki being a tease. Ridiculous Asgardian lore.

‘I’ve never wanted anything so badly,’ Loki drips in your ear: warm, hot, desperate. With every impossibly calculated push of his hips, your spine arches off the bed: inch, by inch, by inch.

His lips meet the hollow of your collarbone with a hungry growl, like he'll eat you alive. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone so—’ You wake with a violent shudder, wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling. An oil of sweat covers your naked body, tangled in the sheets. The air is sticky, mind racing as you squint towards the window. It’s barely daybreak.

Noon, Loki said. The boy will come at noon.

Loki’s stone-faced apprentice seems unimpressed when you open the door before the second of his tiny knocks. It’s exactly midday. Not desperate at all, you think, as his lips form a thin line. He’s judging the neckline, you can tell.

“After you,” you say, forcing a smile. You don’t like him, and the feeling is clearly mutual. You catch the start of his eye-roll as he turns away and his silly little boots clack across the stone.

Shameless stares fall on the two of you walking the bustling corridors of Asgard’s court. Looks are followed by whispers. It feels…naughty - a tingling feeling that starts in the seat of your belly and seems to plump the ends of your hair, giving it a bounce as you walk.

You wonder what they’re thinking, seeing you led by the boy with Loki’s symbol emblazoned on his chest. You hope they think it’s something scandalous. And, maybe it is.

At every turn, you expect to see Loki standing in the middle of the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back; a smirk curling at his lip and the start of a hard-on in his ridiculously tight trousers at the mere whiff of your approach. But alas, it’s not to be. Just more stares, more whispers. They’re starting to get annoying.

“How much longer?” you hiss. He glances over his shoulder. “Not long, pipe down,” he says with all the enthusiasm of a bag of sand.

You stick your tongue out at the back of his head and suddenly his fist rises, a burst of blue smoke curling between his fingers. It undulates in the air, a ball gaining the shape of a small fist identical to his own. Slowly, one finger unfurls in your direction: the middle one.

Little shit, you think. But honestly, it’s pretty impressive. Loki's clearly teaching him well. Sort of.

Eventually, after passing through the courtyard and out the palace gates, he stops under a lemon tree. There’s a massive, bronze door cut into the stone walls with one large turret protruding from the top. Your eyes dart over the door, and then to him, and then the door.

“Well?” you ask, trying to be polite but the impatience bleeding through. This dress is pretty tight; your breasts look incredible but fucking Norns, it’s hot today. He gestures to the tree. “You have to bite into a lemon to open the doors.”

Your arms fold, eyebrows rising. “Be serious. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

His beady gaze drops down to the hem of your dress and back to your face. “Clearly,” he says. Your eyebrows rise further and you chew the inside of your mouth, reminding yourself he’s a literal child. He shrugs with a sudden burst of youthful innocence. “I don’t make the rules. It's some kind of test so they get no time wasters.”

“Who?” “The Crones.” No...way.

The Asgardian Weaving Crones are second only to the royal family in their legendary status. How many times had you pranced around in your aunt’s scrap fabrics from her sewing table, playing 'Ceremony' – inventing all the spells you’d have woven into the fabrics the Crones create with their famously nobbled fingers. The more nobbled, the more revered.

It's said the robes can make you more beautiful, more lucky, more fertile. Whatever you desired. Every piece is a work of art, cost more than a summer-palace in the hills, reserved only for the highest…highest…members of the court. I guess Prince Loki wasn’t kidding about the luxury, you think, eyes sliding to the plump lemons hanging over your head. “Just a bite?” The boy nods, and you reach up – pulling down the nearest one. He gives an unnerving smile of encouragement just before you bite into the peel, and stinging juice floods your tongue. A rogue spurt splashes into your eye and you yelp, dropping it on the ground. Through the burn, doubled-over, you see a fading wisp of blue smoke. Little shit, you think again, more violently this time. “What’s going on?” Loki’s voice is somehow everywhere all at once, smooth and heavy in the stifling air, falling like rain.

You squint up towards it. He’s hanging out a window in the turret, propped on his elbow with that smirk on his face. But no hard-on, you think. At least, not that you can see. Rumour is he’s always sporting at least a semi. Side-effect of all the mirrors in the palace, you figure. From this angle, his taut jawline cuts like an anvil, and his hair hangs apart from his shoulders as he cranes to get a better view. He's not wearing a shirt, and the temperature rises another few degrees. “Are you tormenting her?” he chides casually, and through the half-blind haze, you can tell the boy is squirming. The bronze door swings open from invisible hands, and you shoot the kid a withering glare with your one good eye before disappearing inside. The first, fresh waft of marble-chilled air hits like an orgasm and you let out a sigh of relief. “Come upstairs,” Loki’s velvet voice commands from above. You follow the spiral staircase in the direction of his soft laughter, skirts bunched in one hand, hoping your face isn’t as sweaty as it feels by the time you reach the top.

Ignoring the burn in your lungs, and your eye, you set your face in a mask of cool indifference totally at odds with the rabid excitement clawing in your veins. Long curtains of chiffon which ripple in impossible colours with each waft of breeze surround the turret walls.

Loki lounges in a chaise in the corner, loose green silk trousers slung low on his hips. One leg dangles off the end of the short seat, the other slung to the side as his laugh tapers and his eyes fix on you.

You swallow, unable to stop the rolls of your gaze up his exposed torso above the silk stretched across the bulge in his pants: pale, deep lines of muscle highlighted in painfully arousing definition as he brings a hand behind his head, raking those black waves back as he does it.

“Did he ask you to bite into the lemons?” Loki asks innocently. A solitary dimple crushes into his cheek as one side of his lip curls. You nod, mouth dry and knees weak. Loki sighs with a short tut. “He did the same to my brother. And what’s worse, my brother has been here before many times: he’s just an idiot.” You’re not sure if you should agree. It might be treason; you can never tell. Thankfully – that’s the moment you notice someone in a black robe hunched over at a wide table in the corner, laying out a selection of colourful fabrics so fine they seem to breathe. “Like what you see?” she croaks, wearing a matching smirk to the one Loki sports, just visible beneath a dark hood. You swallow, glancing between them. The two of them burst into laughter; the old woman’s hoarse cackle somehow twists perfectly with Loki’s deep, melodic mirth. Heat crawls up your cheeks. She waves a hand, brushing the hood down to reveal a shock of white hair plaited in a low bun, folds of tanned wrinkles creased in mischief. “Sorry dear, where are my manners? This one brings out the worst in me.” Loki scoffs, bounding from the chaise and crossing the floor in two long strides. He falls to his knees, gathering her hands in his own and places a gentle kiss on the crepey skin. The way he’s looking at her, the wide-eyed sincerity...it makes an unexpected lance of jealousy spear through your chest.

“And you bring out the best in me, my dearest Lagertha,” he says in earnest. “Still beautiful: inside and out.” She pulls the hands from his with a quicksilver grin, curling thick chunk of black hair behind his ear. “Mmm,” she hums, flashing you a wink. “At least where garments are concerned, I do my best. What you do in them, is your concern. Now, onto your usual perch.”

Loki raises a eyebrow and she watches him stand. The two of you follow the methodical shift of his muscular ass in those silky pants all the way to a small, raised block in the centre of the room. “You’re next, dear,” she says and you startle, realising she’s hovering at your shoulder. She turns her head fractionally, hiding the movement of her lips from view. “For now, take a seat, enjoy the show. Hmm?”

You shift to the same seat Loki occupied, still warm from his body. Spreading your skirts, it’s difficult not to feel the weight of the prince’s stare as Lagertha fusses around him.

And suddenly, the questions start. Loki’s eyes narrow and widen in perfect time to the cadence of your answers: hobbies, studies, the time you saw Thor fall into a well on his way back from a tavern. His laugh is music, as sweet and filthy as the best of your dreams – and you find yourself reclining on the chaise just like he was, a fist resting beneath your temple as you talk. It’s nice, it’s…easy. He's interested. And all the while, Lagertha works silently; the only indicator she’s listening at all is the covert smile that occasionally pushes her cheeks up.

“You have to stop making him laugh so much, the hemline will be askew if I get the lengths wrong.” “Nonsense,” Loki smiles down at her, before meeting your eyes again. “Lagertha has never put a stitch out of place. I have every faith in her.” “You’ve never had someone entertain you so much before…”

“I thought you’d have his measurements written down somewhere,” you say like the three of you are old friends. She pushes the silken tape into the hollow of his ankle, stretching up the length of his thigh to the bulge of his crotch. Loki shifts, spine straightening, and he shoots you a wicked smile that makes the pulse in your throat race.

You trace the angle of his chin, the sharp lines of his jaw, imagining how perfectly they’ll fit between your legs; only his strong brow and devastating eyes drunk with pleasure visible as he laps at your clit. A shudder wrenches down your spine.

“I don’t need to take Prince Loki’s measurements, dear,” Lagertha says brightly. ‘I’ve been fashioning garments that make his public weak for many centuries, I think I can remember an inseam.” “So why are…?” “Lagertha and I have an understanding, don’t we darling?” Loki tips her chin up with his finger and even beneath the heavy folds of wrinkles, she blushes. “Lagertha turns a blind eye to my family’s archaic demands of style, and we pretend that she forgets my measurements.” Lagertha meets your stunned expression, offering a self-assured shrug. “I may be old, but my eyes are just fine,” she says, winking. Suddenly, you wonder where Lagertha’s been all your life.

“What…demands of style, do they have?” You sit up, crossing your legs. Loki tilts his head, and you note his gaze drop to your lips. You wonder if he’s been thinking about last night’s kiss-come-dry-hump as much as you have, and as Lagertha loops her hands around his bare abdomen, pulling the measuring silk tight, he lets out a sensual, silent ooof that makes your pussy clench.

“My father and his ilk have very set notions of what ceremonial robes should be; you’ll be shocked to learn I don’t agree. In their eyes, we should parade ourselves in sack cloth and ashes—" “—Sack cloth? How dare you!” Lagertha screeches, mortally wounded. She slaps his thigh again, shooting you a look. “This one has a very specific set of requirements for his ceremonial garbs, ones that tend to highlight his…assets. Things which don’t concern the other family members quite so much – not even when Odin was a strapping one too." She sighs wistfully. "Loki likes the spells woven in to be just so: make it smell like orange blossom when the folds move, cape fluttering to a particular rhythm…that sort of thing.” I fucking knew it; you think with silent vindication. Loki looks down on her with adoration. “And you never disappoint.” “You should be more worried about disappointing her,” she jabs, nodding towards you. A sudden clarity settles in your stomach like a stone. “Wait, is this for our…the…Rite?” Loki looks up, impossibly beautiful; a slat of sunlight splitting the symmetry of his face. “You agree, then?” “If you don’t, I will…” Lagertha mutters loud enough for you to hear, and Loki snorts. “You know the stipulations, Lagertha. You don’t qualify, much as it pains me.” He presses a hand to his chest. “Otherwise, I’d have been at your door on my hands and knees centuries ago.” She slaps his thigh again, and then, they both look at you in perfect sync.

“I agree. I’ll be your partner,” you blurt without an ounce of doubt. As if it could have been any other way. Because now, as his eyes fall to your lips again and his tongue nips over his own; pulling the bottom one between his teeth like he doesn’t know he’s done it, you know he wants it as much as you do. Loki says nothing: a close-lipped smile skating across his lips and a regal bow of his head that his father would be proud of.

The next fifteen minutes passes in pleasantries and then, it’s your turn. You stand on the podium. Even in the strangely cool air in this secret place feels like hot needles; breaths growing short and heart hammering. The fucking…bodice, you curse as Loki’s expression hardens at your distress. He raises his hand, long fingers poised and his eyebrows raise like he’s asking for permission. You give him a small nod. He clicks them. The dress melts into a light cotton shift that blows around your ankles, and the relief is immediate. “Oh my…gods, Loki…that feels amazing,” you moan, head falling back. Lagertha shuffles at your feet. “Getting some practice in, good idea, dear.” Your neck snaps up, catching the back end of her sly smirk, before glancing to Loki reclined on the chair. He shrugs, picking at a bowl of nuts – his eyes are alight with amusement, and you wonder if he's always like this or you’re…special. Don’t think that, you chide. Don’t start being an idiot and actually falling for him. He needs you, that’s all. Just enjoy whatever this is.

Somehow, your measurements don’t take as long as Loki’s did. You’ve got a feeling that has something to do with the agreement they have. She creaks to her feet, shuffling to the wide table and notes something down on a scroll of parchment which reaches the floor. “Oh,” she says suddenly, patting the long folds of her black garb. One extra-nobbled finger rises. “I left something in the other room. Stay here,” she says, hobbling to the stairs. She glances over a hunched shoulder. “Behave yourselves, won’t you?” You figure it would be rude to follow her down the stairs to make sure she doesn’t fall to her death. Looking at Loki, you’re surprised to see the mirth dancing beneath his skin has somehow grown. “What?” you ask, skin prickling under his stare. The god’s dark hair spreads over his bare shoulders, the point of his chin lowered as he observes you beneath his lashes. Something occurs to you. “There’s only one room in this place, isn’t there?”

Without breaking eye-contact, without a falter in that low smirk, Loki nods. Just once. You step off the podium, wobbling a little. Forgot he took my shoes, but somehow you manage to maintain a sultry approach. Loki straightens against the chair’s back, a sudden nervousness flashing in his eyes. A silent conversation seems to pass between you. ‘What are you doing, little owl?’ his raised eyebrow says. ‘What are you doing?’ His legs widen, as if of their own accord. The forest green silk at his crotch stretches tight, an unmistakable bump rising on the right-hand side. You stop in front of him, and his eyes move from their level place on your torso to your face. ‘What are you waiting for?’ the flicker of his lips says.

Hands slide past his temples as you fasten one knee beside the thick line of his thigh – and then the second. You press tight to the crease of his hips, staring down at him. Loki of Asgard gazes up like the prettiest sub you’ve ever seen; but there’s nothing submissive about the slide of his large hands over the curve of your ass. The cotton of the robe he manifested for you is as thin as a spider web – but somehow opaque. You feel his touch like it’s bare skin; the lazy circles he’s making on the small of your back sending sharp shivers tingle across your limbs. “We must be very, very careful…” he murmurs, that famously stoic brow rippling in front of your eyes. You draw a finger down his cheek, cupping the angle of his jaw; brushing your lips against his. He sighs into your throat: shuddering, warm, desperate. Loki’s tongue feels like heaven in your mouth. Growls rumble in his chest as he pushes forward and pulls back in time with your body, completely in sync. Your hand creeps to his cock, fingers grazing the impossibly hard length of him. He must be eight…surely not nine, inches. Gods, what if he doesn’t fit. And then you remember, that isn’t part of the deal. He pulls away as your squeeze at the root, stark fear in his eyes.

“I know…I’ll stay away from the tip, I promise,” you whisper, catching his lips again. Loki melts into it.

His cock was made to fit in your hand – even the outline of it through the silk is like a legendary sword made for your grip. He palms ravenously at your breast with every work of his mouth, lips travelling to the curve of your neck and drawing his teeth over the supple skin they find.

The fact you can’t touch him…really touch him, somehow makes it even hotter; like you’re terrified virgins around the back of the stables. The other hand rocks you dangerously on his lap, and the sudden fear the thin fabric separating you both won’t be enough is very real. Loki’s thumb grazes against your nipple, pinching gently, rubbing in a way that shoots a lance of primal fuck-me energy straight to your cunt. Arousal tides between your thighs: tacky and warm and screaming for you to have him right here. You’ve never been more turned on in your entire life. You didn’t even know it could be like this.

“Gods, I want to taste you,” he husks through gritted teeth. Saliva rings his lips, and Loki’s head falls back against the sofa, back arching under the ghost of your fingertips trailing up the ridges of his manhood like it’s made of spun sugar. “Slower…Norns…I—"

His eyes fly open, pupils as wide and deep as fresh tar and his jaw slack. Loki’s hand flies to your wrist, wrapping it tight and pulling it away. His abdomen clenches as he breathes: slow, heavy, restrained.

“Did you almost…?”

The look in his eyes gives you the answer, and you can barely stifle the look of pride. You lean forwards, noting the shiver that tightens his thighs as your lips fasten around his earlobe. “Four moons, my prince," you whisper, bold as sin. He releases a low, ragged exhale that vibrates through his chest.

“I need to see you,” he says slowly, searching your face, “every day, from now until then.” You roll your lips together. “You said there was a feast?” Loki nods. “The night before – for the next two days, we can do whatever we want.” That smirk lights from its embers. “Almost.”

Your heart drops somewhere around your knees and you shuffle off his lap, shifting to the small edge of the cushion beside him. Suddenly, somehow, time is moving too fast; slipping through your fingers like sand. “Not that I’m…” -desperate- “…but, are you free tonight? Maybe we could go for a walk, or, something.”

Loki’s brows peak. It’s something he isn’t expecting, and suddenly you wonder how much of this charming afternoon has been staged. “I can’t, I’m afraid,” he says, lingering over each word like its passing quality control. “My brother-“ “-It’s fine,” you cut, forcing a smile. He’s a prince. Of course he’s not free, idiot. “Maybe tomorrow.”

At that moment, Lagertha heaves herself into view at the top of the staircase. Her face contorts in a staggeringly fake caricature of innocence. “Oh, I almost forgot you were here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Loki pluck a cushion from his side and place it on his lap. But Lagertha misses nothing, and her eyes slide to yours with a sparkle of approval.

“I’ll take my leave,” you say, standing and giving a quick curtsey. Loki calls your name as you cross the floor, but you need to go. You need to think – shake away these ridiculous, girlish thoughts in your brain before you embarrass yourself any further.

A faint glow of green colours your vision and you realise Loki’s magic has restored the dress you came in, and like before…it’s far too tight. At the bottom of the stairs, you press a hand against the marble; steading your breaths. The bronze door swings open.

“Ah, the jester,” a sneering voice craws. “Are you lost?”

You look up, locking eyes with Fandral. A cape slings jauntily over his shoulder: pale blue, rippling silk the same colour as the cloudless sky. His hair is particularly resplendent today, and as much as you’d like to kick him in the balls and run – he does hold clout. People like him, for some reason.

Fandral chuckles, and it makes your stomach turn. He paces forward, the tap of his heels on marble echoing until they stop in front of you. “May I offer a little advice?” he asks, in a way that says you’re hearing it whether you like it or not.

“Prince Loki likes shiny things, pretty things.” His eyes narrow. “He likes playing with new toys; the novelty, you know? I’m sure rumours of his appetites have even spread to whichever hovel you crawled out of.”

You open your mouth to call him a cunt but he raises a finger to his lips, eyes closed like you’ve interrupted the sweetest melody in the nine realms. They open slowly. “I will perform the Rite with Prince Loki, little jester. It will be my thighs shaking under the work of his regal, royal mouth. And do you know why?”

Anger, white hot and thick, curdles beneath your skin.

“Because,” he says with black delight, eyes dropping down to your feet and back to your face, “the pleasure of the subject is only one part of the ritual. You cannot possibly fulfil the second.”

He leans forward, and the scent of his cologne chokes up your nostrils. “But I can.” Fandral twirls the golden lock hanging over his forehead and stalks towards the spiral staircase. The periwinkle cape shimmers as he spins.

“I expect he didn’t tell you about that,” he says with feigned regret, pouting. It crawls into a shit-eating smile, and he offers a wink that makes your blood freeze.

“For him, you’re just a bit of mischief - best you know sooner, rather than later. You'll thank me...sometime. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a certain ceremonial robe to be measured for.”

The click of his heels ascending to the turret room fades as you tear gasping into the open air; heart hammering as you run; his words beating in your ears with every breath.

Chapter Four: Daylight Orgy The Masterlist for The Rite is HERE ❤️🕯️❤️ Tags in comments x

[mythalism]

The lore drop that bothers me the most with how it's glossed over is that ancient elves were actually spirits and how, without delving more into what spirits actually are, it ends up diminishing them as a people & undercutting their complexity. Even Solas says they reflect the world, a pure embodiment of an emotion, but then what does that say of their society, of their goals and aspirations, hell, even of their war crimes? I'm not trying to argue they're not people, it's just sad that the best exploration of it remains in Awakening with Justice and the only one who argues for their personhood is this game's chosen antagonist. That this is the direction they chose for the people they heavily coded as indigenous makes it all the more egregious that they're relegated to set-dressing (Crossroads, Hall of Valor) or a couple of examples to show some of them are Good (I miss how in Inq, Compassion is said to be a rare spirit and easy to corrupt, Cole is terrified by what he almost became and could become, and in VG u find 2 who are mostly fine, if a bit rattled. Harding even compares them to a mabari puppy??but I digress). Ofc they couldn't humanize the spirits more bc then we'd have to contend with how we're supposed to want them to stay fenced in for all eternity for the safety of the status quo. All the while, their earthly descendants have been invisibilised or killed off-screen, with the exception of a small group u can save and that's used as an opportunity to showcase Solas's growth and how bad the Venatori are. Ancient elves don't exist, city elves are functionally the same as any other npc, and the Dalish have been replaced by the Veil Jumpers, who are totally cool with anyone plundering - I mean, exploring their ruins and seem mostly concerned with isolating dangerous artifacts and shoving them in a museum, hmm... Honestly, I gave up when Irelin said it was easy to forget about the halla. Thank fuck Merrill isn't in this cus she'd be Cyrian. Others have pointed out how nonsensical it is they're all fine with their gods being fake, but also real and evil (yet still invoke the Creators & Mythal and wear vallaslin), so I'll move on to the real horror for me: that none of them knew. There's a banter between Bellara & Emmrich that turned my stomach where he says that elves originally being spirits was a working theory some of them had (oh, to be a fly on the wall during THAT racist debate!), once again placing humans as the natural custodians of elven history and it's all so cruel that it's world-breaking for me. It's awful that elves were abandoned not only by their 'gods', but by what it turns out are their brethren. Am I supposed to believe that for millennia they prayed to their gods, but they only ever spoke to Tevinter magisters? That spirits never shared anything about their common past with the elves? Why did Mythal keep them in the dark? The Dalish have taken great pains to ensure every scrap of history is preserved and shared, despite the genocides, but I guess oral history doesn't count (and they never thought to use spirits? ig they weren't interesting enough to be reflected by spirits either, otherwise they could've found out even more from that) and most of their books and artifacts got stolen/destroyed by humans, too bad the ancient elves never felt any kinship to them, they could've used the lore boost.

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[videochess]

Hi, please ignore this question if it's something you don't want to talk about for whatever reason, but it's my understanding that you were the developer of the unreleased game "Item Haver." It seems like a lot of the information online about this game is now dead links, and I'm really curious about what happened to it (you could probably guess what led me to learn of it's existence in the first place ^ ^'). I assume it is no longer in development, I'm just wondering if information on it being elusive was a deliberate choice or if that's just the nature of things documented entirely on abandoned social media accounts. Hopefully this isn't a rude question in any way, I mean no offense by it. Thank you for taking the time to read this, have a nice day (and I really like your art style!) :]

hi! i guess i'll answer this since i occasionally get questions about it and this one is particularly polite. (thank you!) "item haver" was a project i was working on like 10 or more years ago. the reason you can't find any information about it is because... [drumroll]... there really isn't any! even calling it a "game" or saying that it was "in development" at any point honestly feels like an overstatement. it was just a lil hobby project i was using to learn how to use Construct 2. i eventually lost interest in working on it due to various and thats all she wrote. whatevers up on the old itemhaver twitter is all there is, i made no effort to remove any information. theres no cool hidden stuff i wasnt showing either - i think basically if i worked on something, it got posted. bad habit!! anyway. the only reason people keep bringing this old thing up is because there seems to be an idea within certain parts of the undertale fandom that it's connected to that game or to toby somehow...? it's literally not. item haver was all me and it was barely anything. the only miniscule shred of a string of a scrap of connection between the two things are the songs "mystery", "havercity", and "ballchime", composed by toby. and you REALLY have to stretch for these to count as a connection. to my memory, it goes like this: toby shared a wip song ("mystery") and i responded "ah, item haver city theme..." or something implying it'd suit an area in my project. then toby responded with a different more snes-y rendition of the same song ("havercity"), saying that this version would suit it better or something like that. finally, he eventually ended up using a snippet of "mystery" as an easter egg in undertale ("ballchime"), because it's a song he made and didn't end up using for anything else, so why not i guess?

anyway, the main takeaway here is that toby didn't make anything for item haver, he just posted a wip song that i liked and we had a little back and forth about it. i honestly don't even remember if this exchange was public on twitter or if people only have these songs due to being nosy little directory-crawling creeps. unknown.

having an old abandoned learning project of mine pinned anywhere on the "undertale iceberg" by certain fans desperate for "lore" is equal parts funny and annoying tbh. like, on some level i get it, i love trawling tcrf.net for scraps of development info regarding games i grew up with, but that feels just a little bit different from this!!

one last thing to close this up: ive had a few well-meaning folks ask if i ever plan to return to the project. the answer is no, probably not - like i said, it was 10+ years ago and the "game" was barely anything to begin with. yall got fooled by my twitter gamedev gifs!!! gotcha!!!! ok bye

[forsaken-headcanons]

Inspired by song double life

Chance has been secretly a hacker before,he started hacking due to mixing with the wrong group of people,which influenced him risking for the fun (inspired from scrapped lore cuz it fits)

He has risked himself to cause chaos & trouble,and also helped Itrapped with his hacking too (and possibly got to know 007n7 a bit)

He kept his identity anonymous every time he hack,cuz despite he take risk often,he knew the admin/moderator isn't that dumb

He got caught eventually and stopped doing it cuz he almost got terminated

During forsaken,all the admin are not as close with Chance cuz of what he did,but get along eventually since he totally got rid of that behaviour 100% already

Bonus: reason why 007n7 is still hated despite stopped hacking after having C00lkidd is because of C00lkidd,C00lkidd literally caused destruction in pizza place,so probably kinda make sense why everyone don't have positive thoughts about him(idk)

That's all,I'm kinda tired to write as much now

-randomized anon

Oooh, Chance being a hacker when he was younger is interesting, I haven't seen anything like it.

[tugoslovenka]

i love baldur's gate 3, truly i do. i find it one of the most wonderful games in recent times and the work that larian has done in trying to emulate a dnd-like video game is commendable bc they have done some good work with the lore and mechanics. but i really, really would like it if larian would for once in their goddamned fucking existence released a full game on launch day. i know games will always need patches to address some issues, but releasing info abt the upper city as a hub area weeks before release only to completely scrap the idea altogether? having NO ending, literally no actual epilogue or anything that adds to the story after the fight, just this random black screen and no proper epilogue? the half-baked encounters against orin and gortash after making them out to be on the same level ketheric's fight which actually felt like a boss? making dark urge this entire ~special origin story without actually allowing a player to do a true evil run without losing out on like 2/3 content? there is no punishment or reward for not taking/taking the tadpoles, it literally means nothing in the grand scheme of things. also for a multiplayer game, there's a resounding lack of actual story progression if you have all four slots covered, like it straight up locks you out of a lot of companions' stories bc you can never take them with you. this isn't even getting into the horrendous bugs and performance issues that straight up fry PCs by the end of the game. also adding fan service without any actual plot like - halsin's completely useless existence in act 3? also nonsense like gortash being lorded in the middle of wyrm's rock, the literal first fortress to the city that would not house the new lord of baldur's gate under any circumstance? gale starts the game with a TRUE RESURRECTION scroll that can be used to solve a myriad of problems, including, i dont know, curing karlach entirely by killing her then reviving her? having to go to cazador's palace through a random tower in the middle of the city? the emperor just deciding to abandon you and join the elder brain after spending years fighting its influence if you decide to go against him? like these are all unfinished parts to a "full" game. i still have nightmares from DOS2 and what a fucking mess that was and the fact that you need the "definitive edition" to make the final act work is straight up predatory... honestly fuck y'all for making ppl pay twice for the product they should have gotten the first time. anyway the game is great but larian needs a kick up the ass for some obvious bullshit that would not be tolerated if it were any other studio!

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

[writeblood]

unpopular opinion but I don't think Sebastian should be seen as a bad guy for being coerced into casting the cruciatus curse.

idk man, some fics portray it as a more neutral 'shit happens' situation, while other fics portray it as a 'how could sebastian do such a malicious act?' situation and I'm just...

girl, he was justified

also, the cruciatus curse cast by sebastian/MC doesn't seem to be that bad

firstly, all three of the gang walked into the situation blind, not having any hint of knowledge beforehand that casting the curse would be required. There was no premeditation.

all three of them chose to search for the scriptorium. Ignoring gameplay quest progression, MC made the choice to attempt to convince Ominis, Ominis made the choice to reveal info about the script, Sebastian made the choice to search for the script. Whatever culpability there is for being in that situation, it spreads equally on all three.

once they walked into that room, there were two choices: cast the curse or die. Sebastian had every right to believe there was no other way out. the entire time, he was smelling the decaying stench of an older, more experienced dead witch who had likely done everything she could to get out without casting the curse, to no results.

was the only moral option for all 3 of them to die? MC was the only one who could stop ranrok, so letting them die would have doomed the wizarding world. ominis was sebastian's best friend and sebastian clearly is the type to not want his loved ones to die. not only would anne's chance of a cure be gone with sebastian's death, she would have spent the rest of her isolated life not knowing what happened to her twin. she had given up on her own life, but the scraps of her hopes were placed on wanting sebastian to move on and live his life. to live the rest of her short life with the idea that her twin was dead but never truly knowing what happened would have broken her more than her curse ever did.

through anne, sebastian already had the experience of watching someone he loves slowly wither away. he would have done anything to not have his two friends die of starvation in a small, dark room next to a rotting body. anything, including experiencing the most unbearable pain himself, because...

sebastian was fully willing to be acted upon (have the curse cast on him) as he was willing to act (cast the curse). He was ready to have mc cast the cruciatus curse on him, he was likely ready to have ominis cast the curse on him. Sebastian, while not having personal experience with the curse, knew how deeply it affected people who were victimized by it and he was still willing to be a recipient to it. in his research, he's likely to have read up on many other accounts of the cruciatus and with that knowledge that under a cruel person's wand, the victim to be driven to madness, Sebastian gave MC the choice to cast it on him

someone was going to have to suffer in that room and he was not above considering himself fit for the role

Now, from both a game and a lore perspective, the cruciatus curse isn't actually that bad*. canonically, the pain of the curse has varying degrees of intensity. We know this because Harry Potter used the cruciatus curse twice and while he hurt his victims, he did not drive them to madness. I'm sure that the curse cast by sebastian/MC would have been painful, but considering that MC/sebastian was able to walk off the curse, it was an extremely weak version.

anyways, I think that since we all understand ominis was pressured (through torture) to use the cruciatus curse and was a victim to the situation, we should also realize that sebastian was also pressured (through death) to use the curse and he had to do the only available option in order to survive

[artistically-hershie]

So I see my drawing for the RusAme AUs got alot more love than I expected and I saw a few tags and a few friends asking what AU's are shown, and what is their plot.

I will say this, these are my AU's or an AU that I helped create. A lot of them are inspired by games or music, truthfully.

1. Monster Hunter

A big AU i am working in with @gremlins-hotel . We do plan to make a blog and reveal more of the AU eventually but with the new game coming out, we want to polish the plot a bit more before we post anything

Ivan being a Hunter from the New World and Alfred being a Rider, and his monstie Alti [a Tobi-Kadachi] being from a secluded tribe in the Old World.

2. Horizon x Hetalia

An AU based on the Horizon [ZeroDawn and ForbiddenWest] game series.

A post apocalyptic US setting where these guys made a clones of themselves along with their history to try and help aid the future generations.

But of course, time erodes everything. Even history and memories.

Alfred having his process to remember his history haunted due to a malfunction leaving him with broken memories and being in the hands of a very territorial tribe. He was raised a warrior struggling to remember this real name, all while Ivan is helping Matthew on the search to find Alfred .

3. Ersatz

One of my older but more proud AU's. A sci-fi, horror setting in the...strangely not so distant future with alot of drama between national embodiments and their yearn to be immortal through...experimental methods. Even if that means using an Alien for their own bodily needs.

Majorly inspired by the game Prey [2017]

4. Final Fantasy 14 x Hetalia

Astrologian Ivan and Red Mage Alfred, two Au Ruí from different tribes, grown in different ways, even told to hate one another. Yet they are somehow bound together...through time and soul.

5. XenoChronicles [name may change] *

Based on the multiple Mech Animes I've watched , (mainly) Xenoblade X and the few sci fi shows i grew up loving; these two are lost in space.

Alfred being a mechanic added onto the ship last minute, he is shown very little respect for being a cyborg. But Ivan being commander of a mech squadron who sees potential in the young man, even if he isn't completely human.

6. A Forgotten Story *

One of Two High Fantasy AUs where Alfred is the hier of a Dragon Goddess and has no clue of his heritage and Ivan being a Arch Mage of the Arcane. Some call the Mage a god but he is just highly skilled.

7. Godly Vessels *

Second of the two High Fantasy AUs where a cult tries to overthrow a kingdom by summoning a god using a peasants body for sacrifice. But instead the god shares the body with them (Alfred). Ivan being a unwanted Royal Guard from a neighboring kingdom (that was destroyed by these vessels) is to protect this entity.

Eventually his service will be a blessing.

8. Voodoo down Bourbon *

This isn't a official AU compared to the others rather a fun joke AU i couldn't help but include. Espically since Mardi Gras is just around the corner and I am from Louisiana.

Ivan based on drunken tourist gets a bit too cocky with a stranger, and Alfred being of course a voodoo artist takes advantage of the tourist.

Truthfully it was fun to throw my own speech and slang to Alfred, so to have him say cher is so fun.

Besides based on some local folk lore I'm sure he reminds you of a certain villain.

The ones with the stars after the name are ones that I posted maybe once or never posted because I was too embarrassed to share these ideas. I make quite a few AUs but sometimes it's just for comfort reasons or something just sparked a sudden idea and then actually thinking on the subject, it is scrapped.

Or even just for a quick doodle and the idea is gone

So to see you guys actually are interested makes me quite happy, espically since I've been very stressed.

If any peak your interest or you'd like to see more of these let me know!

[sillygoofyqueer]

I like heavenly crowyuan being a cut rival for LBH!

Since Airplane lost his outline with the stuff about ZZL, he probably came up with this other animal-related guy who was half-heavenly-demon half-other-non-human-thing… Only this time with crows instead of snakes!

Airplane even made sure to give him a different heavenly bloodline so he couldn’t top LBH in the fighting department (since jinwu aren’t exactly bloodlust related), or make LBH no longer ‘the last of his kind’.

The fans probably got angry about the hints he dropped regarding another heavenly demon though, so Airplane ended up scrapping the whole thing (to poor intrigued SY’s fury).

Shen Yuan was over here in the comment section like "literally PLEASE, AIRPLANE, YOU'RE HINTING AT SOMETHING SO INTERESTING, WHY ARE YOU SO SHIT?!?!" and Airplane is like "this is so cool....anyway, my readers don't want it" and then fucking burns all mention of the jinwu from his brain or something. This is honestly such a shame because it's not even like the crow demons would have been a threat or anything to LBG, because they literally don't care about fighting! Yeah they're territorial and hate authority but like, that's what LBG needs honestly. Everyone just bows to his every whim and yeah that's what the readers want but honestly, LBG needs someone to not give a shit! *sighs into my drink* What Luo Bingge needed was a little bitch crow demon who stole his stuff sometimes and also just stole his heart as he went along, and who had a loving family who didn't care about someone's status but only who they were as a person and who would open their arms to anyone who had proved themself to them- Okay so this is just the original crowyuan plot isn't it........ANYWAY!!! Airplane would definitely hint at something like this - it doesn't even need to be a rival, it could have very well just been another demon that was actually on par with LBG because it would have added some spice to the plot as a whole! Instead of just repetitive wife plots, it could have been a friend, or a family who cared about him. As if the readers would want something like that though! Aside from Shen Yuan, nobody cared about the lore and any plot that wasn't papapa or power-related. Airplane, they just weren't ready for these awesome ideas.....(Shen Yuan was but you're POOOR)

[a-forsaken-memory]

“None of you do.”

He replies flatly, lifting his claws up to look them over, brushing them off on his shirt far too casually. He sinks back, and his arm visibly sinks a few inches into the ground. Christ, he’s really leaning on that thing, huh?

“Which is why I don’t bother. It’s a waste of time and energy. The others taunt you all plenty enough.”

Why is he so… Clear? What about this has him so calm suddenly? He almost hates it - scratch that, he DOES hate it. Because it means he’s lucid enough to retain this all. What?

“H̷̱̘͉̊́͂ǘ̵̗̫͎̆r̸̳̻͙͗̐̀͊t̶̛̞̪̊̊s̴̯̍͂ ̵̣̖̟͌ľ̶̥̖̮e̸̼̮̮͔̔̽s̸̤̔̌s̴̛͔̬͙̦̀͘͝,̶̡͕͉͓̈́̎ ̷̢̭̓̈́̌͝ī̴͎̩͍̒̀ṋ̷̰̼̘̽ ̷̹͙͗̀t̴̟͕̣̻̑̆͠h̴͖̳̦̔̀͘̚͜e̵̩̓̇̒ ̷͇̭̇̀͗e̷̯̞̗̥̓̑ņ̸͇̗̔͘͘ḍ̴͉̣͈́.̷͖̦̽̀͝”

Just another round... Shaking out their hands and feet, they braced themselves for another round of this. The words of two people fresh in their mind, it's time to try something new. Well, that's not quite right. They've already jumped through all the necessary hoops to justify this to themselves, this is an investigative round. The only goal is to find out if this will even work, much more if it's even worth it. If they can handle it.

Once she knows that countdown is running, she's off and looking around. Find out who they're up against, any means necessary. The familiar growling is a good sign, followed by spikes erupting from the ground. Maybe the latter is less of a good sign. But she knows John, or hopefully enough to make some educated guesses. He is, luckily, easy enough for them to predict. At least until he learns better- It's not difficult for them to pull his attention off some other poor survivor. Then it's just a game of keeping up with the chase...

Namely, stamina. They're fantastic at pacing themselves, but he's typically rather relentless unless an easier target presents itself. Trying to keep his attention on purpose on top of that? A perfect recipe for disaster, as they slam their shoulder into a corner, the momentum turning them to face him head on!- ??? A gunshot from nowhere. The unmistakable sound of a sword connecting with it's target. Maybe it was right, these people would protect her when needed. For now they've got bigger problems to deal with, hurrying off to look for a method to get themselves patched up. He won't give up on coming after her for long, and she knows it. @phos-saken (hope you wanted to FUCKING READ.)

A fun round, this one was. Plenty of resistance to push through. The familiar hum and ding of his abilities, the reveal of where people were… That new face. No one else was that tall. Had such a distinct look. And no one else on this particular team was quite so fresh. Easy pickings?

The hunt was on.

John roars as he’s stunned, and hit once more, seemingly for good measure. But it doesn’t matter. There’s someone that is far more interesting to take after. With a burst of speed, he’s off after her without faltering. Those pesky sentinels couldn’t get in the way on the other side of the arena.

Well, she has what she wants. John’s undivided attention, as he charges after her, rather consistently barely missing his swings. He growls at her as he misses another swing, mad enough to drop the chase to slam his arm into the ground, aiming to hit her with a wall of familiar spikes.

Whatever they’re planning, this better be worth it.

[modcroissant]

Chat

Chat???

I FUCKING DID IT AGAIN

Someone help me oml-

Very veRY long lore dump below;

Dandy's World Dream Realm

It's where the toons are some sort of Dream guardians that guard your dreams from nightmares and disasters and make sure you have both a good dream and sleep!

Known Roles;

Ruler of the Dream Realm - Astro

Guardians of Dreams - Dandy, Pebble, Vee, Shelly, Sprout

Dream Supervisors - Brightney, Connie, Flutter, Poppy, Rodger, Scraps

Nightmare Cleanup Team - Finn, Tisha, Shrimpo, Dazzle

Dream Fixers - Boxten, Cosmo, Razzle, Gigi, Looey, Goob, Glisten, Teagan, Toodles

Ruler of the Dream Realm

Known info; Rules over the Dream Realm and has control over dreams and events in it but does not have control over nightmares

- Astro is only and always will be the one to rule over the Dream Realm, having control over each dream and able to manipulate the events in them. Though, he does not have control over the nightmares to fully stop them. The most powerful out of all the toons, even Dandy wouldn't stand a chance if he somehow could.

Guardians of Dreams

Known info; Protects dreams from nightmares and mostly the ones to defeat them, more stronger but not at the level of the Ruler's strength

- Dandy is the most trusted guardian as he's both; Astro's bestest friend and the fact that he defeats nightmares the most. When not doing rounds or killing nightmares, he's running a shop like he always did.

- Pebble takes any nightmare's attention away from dreams to him to lead them away, while not exactly the best when actually trying to defeat a nightmare; Pebble is still in the role as guardian due to his ability.

- Vee maybe egoistic, but on the field; she's ready to cut down nightmares. Able to highlight from the least to the most dangerous nightmares when encountering one. She may not be someone you usually trust to keep your dream safe, but Vee is willing to do as much as she can to do her part.

- Once almost forgotten and ignored, Shelly is back in the spotlight! Due to her high knowledge on each nightmares and their types, Shelly is mostly the one in the field and being trusted the most alongside Dandy. How she managed to memorize all the nightmares is a mystery yet to be solved.

- Sprout is not only excellent in the kitchen but also in the battlefield, with his stamina and strength; he's able to beat down nightmares in a jiffy. Though Sprout does get too focused on one nightmare most of the time, it's why he's always partnered up when sent to deal with nightmares.

Dream Supervisors

Known info; Supervises dreams and keeps an eye on each one to alert either the ruler or guardians, has access to documents on each dream to know when something isn't right

- Brightney keeps a close eye on each dream with attending them, making sure nothing was out of place and that it is safe from nightmares trying to destroy it.

- Connie sometimes slacks but does her job well by noting any suspicious events and behavior in each dream she's supervising, she makes sure to let the guardians know of them whenever she could.

- Flutter is one silent yet hardworking supervisor when it comes to keeping watch on the dreams she's assigned to. Due to her inability to speak, she has a harder time trying to alert the others of nightmares but Gigi is always counted on when trying to understand what Flutter was trying to say.

- Poppy maybe a little rookie, but she still did the best job at keeping watch for nightmares. Able to make bubbles to keep watch on dreams she's not able to attend to for more supervision.

- Rodger has a keen eye out of the supervisors, able to recognize that something was out of place and not part of the dream in an instant. Sometimes take risks to research on nightmares.

- Scraps is not just protective over her friends but also the dreams she's supervising. More often then not trying to remove anything that isn't part of the dream out to rid any of the nightmares finding a place to call 'home'.

Nightmare Cleanup Team

Known info; Cleanups nightmares or any area in a dream to keep the nightmares at bay, instructed to clean every dream THROUGHLY

- Finn is one punny toon, often more then not making puns to either himself or any of his fellow Nightmare Cleanup members. While unserious most of the time, he does drop it when things get real serious.

- Tisha is one hardworker! Especially when cleaning things up. No spot of nightmares is safe from Tisha's keen eye when cleaning time is in, leaving any dream spotless.

- Only suitable role for Shrimpo is in the Nightmare Cleanup Team. Not the best but it's better then him not having any role to do his part to protect the dreams. Aggressive when cleaning, but this helps rid any hard to scrab off blots of nightmares.

- Dazzle is pretty slow when getting to spots to clean but leaves huge clean results afterwards. Tisha usually gets partnered up with him to help Dazzle finish faster.

Dream Fixers

Known info; Dream fixers fixes... Well, dreams when nightmares managed to shatter and destroy them. The amount of members depends on how damaged the dream was

- Boxten may seem like a rookie, but he's an expert when fixing dreams up and putting places back to where they belong. Though he does sometimes get too focused on one spot.

- Cosmo can easily sweeten a dream up when he comes around to fix it up! Not just fixing the dream but also adding some generous sweet effects to it before he left.

- Razzle helps around a lot by locating each pieces of the dream, though he does get easily distracted so Dazzle had to be with him whenever Razzle has to fix up a dream.

- Dream Fixer may not be the best role for Gigi but it was the only one that was suitable enough. Gigi would be able to gather pieces of a shattered dream from her gashapon but this only works if she has enough pieces of that dream.

- Looey would help secure the dreams with balloons, all colors and shapes alike. Not only helping the dream heal but also brighten it up. It may not be much but it was the least he could do.

- Goob helps around a lot by gathering dream pieces that were far out of reach for the others to grab, from either high grounded areas or spots that the others couldn't step into.

- Glisten can easily fix up dreams with his ability to teleport from one dream to another, allowing him to finish his work early then the rest of the Dream Fixers. He brags about it a lot.

- Teagan is there to make sure Toodles is not hurt when fixing dreams, along with keeping an eye for danger lurking around. Most of the time though, she's having tea.

- Toodles is just a little too young to have any official role but due to her multiple attempts to help around and do her part, Astro gave in. She's given the Dream Fixer role along with Teagan to avoid her getting hurt.

That's all, the designs are coming- i promise I'll do modified ichor as well-

[kimberlygbart]

Role Swap AU Masterpost

If you're old enough in my blog then you remember [this]

Yeah in the end I never even updated that, it's almost a year since the mod was actually released but hey I'm here!

This also might be the last post regarding the AU. It's over fr, I've reached my dream in wanting to release a mod of it and getting fanart sooo yay, the AU is done for, but dw! I've kept Whitmore, turned him into an OC.

If I don't forget to post again lol Y'all will see more of him!

Anyways here is the mod!!!

Above it's all art I've made for it alongside a GIF :P

And below the cut, you will find more links, such as gameplay and all the music! INCLUDING the full-ass complete lore of the AU!

ya that's right!! Community game played my game ain't that crazy! Okay so here is all you need to know:

This is an AU where Whitty (now who's referred as Whitmore as his last name only) and Updike (Gabriel in this AU, he doesn't know his last name or anything since he was abandoned) switch places. ONLY they do in this AU, all others stay the same. Conrad Whitmore was raised by The Greater Good (similar concept to SCP) after being found in abandoned and crashed down lab as a doomsday experiment. TGG saw him as an useful tool Being fed well and trained since childhood, he's naturally taller and bigger than average Whitty. Also more tired. Just because Conrad had a good childhood doesn't mean he was free of trauma btw ☝ He had many experiments done on him such as vivisectomy, endoscopy and multiple blood tests and even organ removals, however he was often manipulated by TGG into doing this of free will, ever since as a kid.

For those who ask "well what about Carol? Does she still date the Whitty from this universe?" yes she did! Hex and Carol are/were still Conrad's closest people he has had in his life But Carol eventually broke up with Conrad once she learnt the true nature of his job. A big rift developes between them, with her trying to desperately convince him TGG is not the better solution it claims to be, while Conrad defends it with his life for is the only thing he knows. Their fights escalate a lot, until she visits him in his office. Needless to say it didn't go well.

I have an animatic as well! In a resume, their (verbal) fights gets him so agitated, he enters his ballistic stage where he hasn't felt that in years besides while a kid. And during his rage he pulls the trigger while Carol calls him names (monster being one). TGG covers the crime, the lyrics are important btw!

This all happened when Conrad was 21, Carol's death is tragic enough he enter a depressive episode + is taken back to his 'original bunker house' (where he was raised) by TGG for 5 years for reevaluation. Hex is the only one who knows what happened because Conrad told him. That's pretty much the lore? I think? UH anywasy tldr I became so attached to Conrad I've scrapped the 'swap' alternate reality of it and turned him into Whitty's twin brother (and Carol isn't dead there).

Also out of respect for Sock.Clip, Gabriel, or TGG no longer exists, I'm just dumping this here to be registered in my tumblr since it was the only social media I never uploaded the lore of my AU completely. But yes, swap whitty is fully dead, ofc ppl can make art for it duh, I just mean I won't be making content of it ever again, Conrad instead is being brought to the 'original' fnf world, and will be currently Whitty's twin, but his lore or story has been completely rebooted.

Thank you for reading all this damn ur a true homie!!!

[britishbiscuits]

waiter waiter more paraswap lore please!

SCREAMINGGGGGGGG FINALLY SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THIS HURRAY I AM NOT INSANE YA YA YA!!!!

Technically, I don't have much to say since, the new concept of this AU isn't thought out well

But I know for sure that the employee 724 is the opposite of 427. He hates his boring job, skipping order after order to get lost in his own imaginary world. Which often gets him into trouble

And 724 is.. Miserable.

And then one day, something peculiar happens. All of his co-workers are gone, replaced by a rather obnoxious man that keeps intervening his daydreams to voice his criticism towards the stories, which never have an end. A finish. They just- cut off. What could it mean?

(Which is sort of a parallel to how the endings have their finish. Something complete. And Stanley starts all over again. Except, unlike Stanley, the employee 724 never gets to start again. Hell, he never gets to finish at least one story. The beginning..Is only the beginning)

During this, the employee is forced to live through every story he gets to write. Some of them nice, peaceful. Some of them messed with by Overseer himself. Either to prove a point, or to make the plot more 'dramatic'. Something that the viewers will watch! Something that will sell!

Overseer loves to watch. Anything and everything. He is in control. He is control. But, sometimes they both get out of hand. Perhaps, no one ever was in control of this. Perhaps, they are two sides of one coin

Their current designs look like this (except I forgot to add a pocket with a pen for 724 lol) In opposition to Stanleys plaid 724 has stripes. Instead of arrows there are Zending lights on Overseer's cardigan

The visor can display a plethora of simple words, emojis, etc. It can also display nothing. Depends on the situation

Then, there are of course Mariella and the Curator, which, in this setting are, the Excursionist and, well. Currie(I haven't got a proper name for her yet)

This is pretty simple, Currie appears in the Mariella ending and the Excursionist is in charge of the museum

I don't know if it'll evolve into something more, but for now these are the concepts I am most content with ^^

There is also a bunch of old stuff that pretty much got scrapped or replaced. But, yeah! This is pretty much all

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME DUMP ALL THIS INFORMATION

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[utilitycaster]

as someone who DMs in Exandria and tries to at least keep the happenings of the campaigns canon, i’ve been struggling to decide how i’m going to handle the ending of c3. if you had to decide what to scrap, what to keep, and what to change, what would you do?

Hi anon,

Honestly...at a macro level? In terms of Exandria (the worldstate, as a lot of us referred to it) I wouldn't change anything! If you're running a game during the 843 PD Apogee Solstice, have the characters be aware of its approach, and then have them notice the ley lines are weird and some magic isn't working and things have come unsealed or unenchanted. And then, eventually, have the gods become mortal, and really, you get to play the events of that as you want.

I think the parts I'd scrap, keep, or change are like...background lore that was inconsistent. For example: we do know from written works (Netherdeep, Tal'Dorei Reborn) that Ruidusborn experienced unfounded persecution...but as this doesn't square up with Fearne nor, frankly, Imogen's experience. Alyxian was taunted and threatened and people in rural Tal'Dorei would commit infanticide with full knowledge of what a Ruidusborn was, but Fearne and Imogen straight up were fine when wandering around Exandria and Imogen's experiences in Gelvaan were due to her powers, and neither of them even knew what Ruidusborn was. This isn't to be clear inconsistent - it could be that the rumors about Ruidusborn did not properly make it/survive in rural Marquet in the 800s PD the way they did in modern Tal'Dorei and Calamity-era Wildemount - but you should be cognizant of that difference across continents and take that in mind.

I also think, and this isn't Exandria lore nor specific to Exandria DM-ing but was a failure of this campaign, that this is a good opportunity to like, point out that when players riff and make things up about a fairly heavily built-out world that would conflict with your plans or just would be a weird fringe viewpoint, you should let them know. I've seen this done at tables I've been at - someone gave a very United States in the 21st century answer about their thoughts on the divine and the DM stopped and was like "so. we are in a world where gods are real and this would be a radical fringe view that people would, in this world, judge you for. Is that what your character thinks? because we can roll with that but people are going to think they're nuts." Like, the statements about oppressive religion in Exandria when none has ever been established and it's usually all been lone actors, fringe cults, or one-offs in C3 probably should have been either refuted or incorporated instead of just left to float there, unconfirmed and useless.

I think the shortest answer is "If your only source for information is out of the mouth of a Bells Hells character, try to find a different one and don't feel bad about scrapping it, but the overall state of the world should stand."

[forsaken-spawn]

I'm fine, like always...

General information and rules!

This is a what if au RP blog, what if Broken Spawn from Let Him Go got forsaken! It starts off soon after he gets forsaken, so he's a bit new to all of this. So... Definitely a bit different from what you'd expect from a normal Broken Spawn blog!

A fictive runs this blog! IC behavior =/= the fictive's actions and intent!

M!As are allowed, but I'm allowed to say no to them, or shorten them, if I don't want to deal with them.

You can flirt with the character, but he might not react well!

No NSFW!

Crossover and multiversal stuff welcome, obviously!

Divider by the writer of @creativeinnovations, made just for me! Please don't use it.

Anons and fellow writers alike PLEASE feel welcome to hurt this character both emotionally and physically, angsty stuff is a okay! Including death!

Oh, right! Warning for potential sensitive content (blood, gore, death), both because of Forsaken and the nature of Let Him Go, depending on how the story pushes him!

Character information!

Again, this is an AU of Broken Spawn from Let Him Go, placed in the Forsaken setting.

He speaks in italics, like this, rather than in colors like most blogs you might see around!

He isn't from either ending of Let Him Go, but his storyline *did* follow the good ending path!

This blog starts off soon after he got forsaken, so don't expect him to know anything about how this all works!

17 years old!

His reference is below. (Avatar for now, working on a drawn one!)

His default pose is with his hand over his chest to block his symbol, like in game. (Example below, for those who've never played Let Him Go.)

Tags and other below the cut!

Tags!

People specific tags linked here!

oh. i. hello? | first interactions - First interactions!

a knock on the door... | asks - asks!

faceless... again... | anon - anons!

a presence. | ??? - :)

the secret third option | ooc - ooc!

what a nightmare... | lore scraps - lore scraps

fire can be safety or harm | him - posts about the mysterious him... well. not so mysterious if you've ever played Let Him Go, I guess.

how many days has it been... | spawn's journal - Spawn's pseudo-journal. He'll be writing various opinions on things here. Anons are free to use this for ask material, but if you're a standard character, please don't! (Well. Unless you want to FIND Spawn's journal IC, which.. if so, dm me. I'd love to arrange something from that.)

Items he's gotten

Lettuce.

Pancake Stingray Plush.

RED THE SUPPORT ROOSTER.

Other blogs you should check out!

@spawnsfollower (and @smthngcl0ver) - A really good writer and fun person to talk to, and while I haven't interacted with Clover's blog, he's a really interesting character that was the main push for the system to start doing rp/ask blogs again! Has a really great take on Two Time.

@phos-saken - A friend's Pressure/Regretevator/Forsaken oc! Yes, all of them, in that order. Started in Pressure, got picked up by the Regretevator, and ended up Forsaken. Really interesting!

@creativeinnovations - A really neat Builderman!

@bubonic-plant - A Forsaken Griefer (Blocktales) blog written by a headmate!

@rushed-hours - An Elliot blog written by a different headmate!

(Sorry if none of you want the pings!)

as a special treat for making it down here, if you want to add me on roblox my username is orbofblu. I play forsaken but bad a lot. if it's not the broken spawn avatar, it's someone else playing....