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elysiansparadise · 18 days ago

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Ruler of the 4th house in the houses

Ruler of the 4th house in the 1st house

For you, home is a place where you are able to be yourself without feeling pressured, limited, or repressed. A place where you are welcomed with a smile for being you, without having to change or be what they want you to be. You bring spark, excitement, and warmth to your emotional ties. You are a person who remembers every detail and takes it into account when creating a home. You have the ability to make others feel safe, that they shouldn't wear masks around you; you feel like finally being home. In your childhood, you may have experienced situations in which you had to defend yourself, who you truly were, or your integrity. You likely inherited one of your parents' faces or many pronounced personality traits. It can be difficult for you to let go of the past; you are able to relive the past with vividness and great detail. Family is of great importance to you, whether it's the one you grew up with or the one you will form later in life. Speaking of which, you'll create an accepting home, one that's always in motion, filled with laughter, warmth, and the certainty that you have each other to defend against anything and anyone; no one will fear you anymore. You may be remembered for your passionate, authentic, and strong personality; people can say a lot about you and the heart you put into things/connections/actions when something mattered to you.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 2nd house

You are a person who consistently, carefully, and affectionately nurtures the bonds you value most. For you, attention and being there for others is the true expression of love. For you, emotional nourishment is as important as having tangible possessions to offer. You are aware that there are voids that are not filled with frivolities, but with meaningful things. You tend to keep objects of great emotional value, as well as being a person who associates certain aromas, textures, or sensations with people or moments from your past. For you, home is a place where you don't have to be on your toes, a place where you can relax, and where love and affection are constant. A place where you don't have to earn things, but where everything is given to you because you are loved. A significant family inheritance is likely awaiting you. And returning to the topic of home, in the future you will be able to create a home where you shower your loved ones not only with gifts and material stability, but with that emotional understanding and the certainty that as long as you are there, there will always be someone attentive to what they truly need. You will be remembered as someone who was always there for those they loved, someone with whom people felt safe. People will talk about your strength, and how even though it abounded within you, it never made you insensitive; on the contrary, it blended with those sides of you that you wanted to be protected as well.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 3rd house

You feel a sense of home when you are listened to, when your opinions are taken into account, and when you feel you're in a place or with a person with whom you can talk openly about any topic, no matter how difficult the subject. You value heart-to-heart conversations, those in which you show off the rarest flowers in your garden and the person appreciates them as much as the ones right in front of their eyes. You may have a tendency to revisit photos or videos to relive the past; you also have melancholic tendencies. History, both more general aspects like humanity and the history of those you love, are things that genuinely interest you, as they allow you to get to know them better and in a more authentic way. You may have grown up in a family environment or one where you shared many moments, trips, and time together; or one where you always talked about other people's lives (much depends on the aspects of the ruler). You're not a person who asks questions for the sake of asking; you like to focus your mental energy on things that genuinely hold emotional importance for you. You tend to prefer long, in-depth conversations to small talk, even if you have a knack for making small talk comfortable for others.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 4th house

For you, home is a place where you can allow yourself to be vulnerable and let down your walls; a place where there is love and patience, and your emotions are validated. You find comfort in knowing that others are trying to understand your emotional world, your history, and what shaped your heart—the scars, the hopes, and the eccentricities. You have a huge heart and the beautiful quality of knowing how to love others; and no, it's not a coincidence; it's because you put your time and energy into getting to know others so well that you're able to learn to love them through their language. You know what it's like to want to be loved through your language and fail to be loved. You desire to build a home based on love, care, and closeness; to create that safe place for those you love, to be someone they can turn to regardless of the nature of their emotions. You are someone who is aware that there is more beyond what meets the eye at first glance. You know that each person has a past, a story, or something to tell. You don't see this as an excuse, but rather as a guide to understanding them. You will be remembered as the person who, although not easily visible, had the most loving, warm, and caring heart. Who cared for those he loved with genuine affection, not with a "what can I get in return" approach. Genuine, sensitive, and empathetic.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 5th house

Inside you, there is a person who feels things intensely, someone who is more in touch with their emotions than their appearance allows others to deduce. You are intimate with your emotional world; you enjoy the purity and intensity of emotions. You will always prefer to follow your instinct, especially when it comes to romance. You deeply value people who show you they are truly interested in uncovering your layers and are not looking for something superficial, because that is not for you. In terms of romance, it is crucial that you feel your emotions are validated and that the other person gives them the same importance that you do. That brings me to my next point: home for you is one where you are allowed to shine and be yourself without feeling you have to hide so as not to upset others; where your emotions are seen and appreciated, not swept under the rug. You will be able to form a loving and warm family where you will not make the same mistakes you felt you made in the past. You will teach them from a place of love, and you will seek their happiness and emotional satisfaction. You'll make it. You'll be remembered as a deeply loyal and caring person for those who managed to enter her heart; as someone with whom love, laughter, and funny stories were never lacking. You can also be remembered for your talents, your brilliance, and how you shared them with others.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 6th house

You do things from the heart, with purpose, and with your soul; you hate having to do things just “because you have to”; you prefer things that have a true meaning for you. You have a preference for activities that bring you comfort, and you reject anything that forces you to do things you're not yet ready for. You're easy to work with as a team because, beyond caring about the outcome, you genuinely make sure that the people you work with feel supported and taken into account. Working from home, collaborating with family, or family businesses are likely. Also, jobs in which you take care of others or details. There's a tendency to want to feel useful or helpful to others, which leads us to the following: for you, home is where your actions, no matter how small, are valued; where you feel a sense of purpose and where you put your energy into them without feeling overwhelmed or stressed. Where you are loved without having to do things to "earn it." You firmly believe that it's the small, consistent details that strengthen bonds. Authenticity and satisfaction do not lie in empty words, but in what you demonstrate to each other through actions. You will create a home where you all are a team; everyone supports and appreciates one another, learning that there is no stronger language than a well-intentioned and well-executed action. Warmth and practicality will blend, creating a place where everyone is valued. You’ll be remembered for your devotion, your efforts, and how your actions brought satisfaction, security, and love to those around you; but most importantly, for your quality as a person and who you were behind each gesture.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 7th house

Emotional intimacy is of great importance to you in any type of relationship, which makes you prefer relationships that you envision as long-term and those that make you feel you connect deeply with them. Precisely for this reason, you're not as keen on casual relationships. Your relationship with your future spouse can feel like a refuge for you, and you'll find in them a place where you belong and feel cared for. You look for someone who trusts you as much as you trust them, someone who knows with certainty that you can both rely on each other. Being vulnerable with your partner is important; you're someone who is very protective of your emotions, sometimes keeping them to yourself, so having someone you feel you can open up to and find refuge with when things get difficult is important to you. Home, for you, is a place where everyone is treated as equals, where what the other person thinks or wants isn't more important than anyone else's. For something to feel like home in your eyes, there must be justice, honesty, and equity, and home is built through mutual work, affection, and dialogue. If you decide to start your own family, you'll achieve a harmonious home where, despite the ups and downs, all members will strive to make things right, understand each other, and learn to overcome differences. People will remember you as the pillar that keeps people together, as that person whose company is comforting and easygoing. People will remember your ability to connect with them.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 8th house

There’s a strong feeling with this overlay since you fear emotional intimacy, but deep down, you crave everything that comes with it: the idea of being able to trust someone with your soul, the idea of having each other no matter what, and being with people capable of doing everything to protect you, just as much as you would be. You may have grown up in environments that led you to believe you were better off on your own, that trust is a treasure you shouldn't easily give away to others. It's even likely that you've begun to break negative family patterns that have been growing stronger for generations. You're selective about who you open up to, and it's not usually an easy task. Within that strong shell, there's someone with a soft, precious heart who simply seeks love and feels they can let their guard down. Home for you is the feeling that you're always chosen, through thick and thin; through your light and darkness; through your ups and downs. It brings you comfort to have someone take your darkness in their hands and be able to love it as much as your light; someone with whom you can't pretend to be okay when you're falling apart inside. One of the most loyal overlays, as they are people who fully commit when they set their minds to it. You may have some fears or insecurities about having your own family, but if you decide to do so, you'll be able to create a space where, even if poetry and flowery words aren't abundant, promises won't be broken. They'll know they can count on you for anything, and you'll be certain that you're there for them.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 9th house

You are a person with a welcoming and comforting energy, not from a tender or soft perspective, but rather from an independent, friendly, and genuine warmth. You can easily inspire other people and evoke positive and joyful emotions in them in a lighthearted way. It's very likely that you feel that "home" isn't where you grew up; you may have had the feeling that you didn't belong in your environment, or that you would simply find comfort outside your roots. You have a mix of cultures, and I'm not just talking about lineage or your blood, but rather that you don't cling intensely to your culture (although of course, you appreciate it), but rather you create your own with elements that make you feel good. Home for you is where you can satisfy your curiosity; where even the most different people take the time to get to know and understand each other, without prejudice or negative biases. It's that place where you are not questioned to challenge or point fingers, but rather to appreciate and honor both who you are in the present and what forged you. This placement is common among people who migrate, people who find or make their homes in distant lands far from their birthplace. You want to create a home where there's closeness yet independence, where there's freedom with the certainty that you can return here if you need a break, where there are no limits that can dampen your spirit, but rather a guide your loved ones can lean on when things seem uncertain.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 10th house

This overlay shows us transparency in you. You're someone who isn't afraid to put yourself out there, as you may have learned as a child. However, there may also have been the possibility that your family [especially one of your parents] shared a lot of what happened inside the house with others, which may have made you feel emotionally exposed. You're open, yes, but incredibly reserved about what you want to keep between you and your conscience. This is precisely why "home" for you is the place where you're taught that showing your emotions isn't a cause for mockery, threat, and, of course, the place where your vulnerabilities aren't exposed without your prior consent or without you doing so first. You're protective of everything kept in your heart, not only out of distrust, but you enjoy privacy. Your inner child may carry some demands and expectations that, even if you set and thought them, didn't come from you. There's something about your presence that naturally makes people feel drawn, appreciated, and warm; You have a very particular way of paying attention and listening. You make people feel truly seen, not with expectations or through rose-colored glasses, but seen, with virtues and defects, and despite this, also feeling appreciated. You'll be remembered as the person who knows what kind of comfort to offer, who easily provides reliability, whether it's practical advice or emotional comfort. Your considerate and gentle nature with those you love will also be appreciated no matter the passage of time.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 11th house

There's something very beautiful about you, and that's that you provide comfort to others by making them feel included and welcomed. You may have experienced the feeling of not belonging among your family or clashing greatly with them in terms of ideas or personalities, and that's precisely what makes you feel that if you can avoid making those you love feel that way, you will. With this overlay, you likely feel some distance from your family, whether emotional or physical, and even if there's no major drama, it may be difficult for you to trust them. You can form friendships that feel like family. You may not have the largest circle, but you know that everyone protects and cares for one another. For you, home is having a cozy place where you feel like you belong, where no one places expectations on others, where you simply enjoy their presence. You are an extremely empathetic person and can easily connect with others, even giving them the confidence to open up to you. You are very warm-hearted with your friends, and can be the one they turn to when they need emotional support or a listening ear. If you decide to start your own family, you'll make sure each member feels loved and accepted, and above all, you'll prefer to support their individuality and dreams rather than judge them. You may be remembered as someone who was kind, polite, and respectful, even if you didn't know the others. Likewise, you'll be remembered for your dreamy side, full of creativity and aspirations.

Ruler of the 4th house in the 12th house

Family can be a complicated topic for you, either because it's a sensitive issue or because you didn't feel emotionally seen, appreciated, or heard by those you're related to. Distance from one of your parents (or both, as the case may be) is very likely, and this applies both emotionally and physically. In your childhood, you may have felt alone or misunderstood, which made your solitude a refuge but also painful. For you, home is where others show interest in learning about your deepest inner self; when they accept your vulnerabilities, your fears, your bright sides, and those you don't even want to look at. You are deeply devoted to your relationships and are capable of feeling emotions, especially the pain of those you love, very intensely. This overlap is common in people who can find their home or feel a sense of belonging outside of their homes, whether with other people, in other cities, or countries. You are a person with much more power than you let on, with a knack for reading, intuiting, and deciphering others' emotions; you are capable of disarming people with a few sharp and accurate observations. You don't like showing off and aren't comfortable drawing excessive attention to yourself. You will be remembered as someone who didn't open up easily, as someone enigmatic, mysterious, yet deeply sensitive and perceptive. Many will remember those times you stayed and helped them even when things got tough; and as a person who, no matter how many wounds you carried, always showed yourself to be stable and supportive towards the ones you loved.

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museaway · 2 months ago

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✍️ yet another list of fic writer asks

You all seem to like these, so here is another batch of writer asks! These questions are a little more relaxed than the last two. Followers can send an ask with a number OR you can reblog and answer everything like a Q&A. I always see a lot of “idk if i’m a writer” in the tags for these so let me just say in advance, yes you are and you can play.

What is the crackiest* thing you’ve ever written? (*I mean this with great affection)

Has writing a fic ever changed your opinion of a character?

Tell us about a headcanon you invented for a fic

Have you ever written a fic inspired by a tumblr post?

How do you know when you’re finished writing a fic? At what point do you call it done?

When do you title your fics? Before you write them? As you write them? While posting to AO3 and that “Work Title” field is staring at you?

Navigate to your complete list of works on AO3. What are your top 5 Additional Tags?

Tell us your shortest and longest titles of all time

The two fandoms you’ve written the most have been suddenly crossed with each other! What AU are you writing?

What’s a phrase you catch yourself using in multiple fics, not necessarily on purpose?

Oh no! You’re posting a fic to AO3 and completely forgot to write a summary. What is your summary-writing strategy?

Do you write in order, jump around the draft, or a mix? Something else?

Congratulations, you’ve just finished the WIP you’ve been working on for months! How are you going to celebrate?

Is there a word or phrase you intentionally use in every fic?

How many times has someone nodded in your current WIP? This is for posterity so be honest

Describe your current WIP with just emojis

When you get a new fic idea, what does that look like in your mind? Does it play out like a film? Do you imagine lines of dialogue or a certain moment? Does a character just sit there staring at you?

If you have noticed themes emerging in your writing, what are they? What broad themes and topics do you enjoy exploring?

It’s a lovely morning in fandom land and a horrible goose is running rampant through your folders. How many WIPs is it going to step on?

What’s the story behind your pen name?

Without getting into any discourse, just thinking as a writer approaching characters, would you ever write about your NOTP? If you did, do you think that would change how you feel about it? (If you’ve done this, how did it go?)

Do you have a fixed writing routine, or do you write when you have time? Is there a time of day when you prefer to write?

What is your #1 distraction when you’re trying to write? If it’s a pet, post a pic

What colors, sights, sounds, textures, etc. inspire you? Do certain environments make you feel more creative than others?

Someone you know outside of fandom has heard that you’re a writer. “I’d like to read something of yours!” they say with sincere enthusiasm. “Where can I find it?” What’s your answer?

Do you have a routine you run through before you write?

Share a random sentence from a WIP. The less context, the better. Be confusing.

You’re out and about, nowhere near your home, when a fantastic story idea pops into your head! What do you do?

Have you ever actually remembered one of those 3am “I’ll remember it in the morning” ideas?

Finish this sentence with your fandom’s variation(s): No beta, we die like _________

#ask game #fic writer asks #I appreciate anyone who would send me asks #but I made this for other people to play #no need to send me any

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teamfortressblr · 7 months ago

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Team Fortress 2's concept art featured in The Art of Videogames (2007)

A transcription of the paragraphs shown can be found below.

Inspiration

"To both complement Team Fortress 2's exaggerated gameplay and differentiate ourselves from the modern photorealistic look of most other multiplayer action games, we chose to employ an art style inspired by early- to mid-20th-century commercial illustration alongside 1960s industrial design elements. Specifically, we drew inspirartion from the styles of commercial illustrators such as JC Leyendecker, Dean Cornwell and Norman Rockwell. These artists were known for illustrating characters using strong, distinctive silhouettes with emphasis on clothing folds, and they tended to use shading techniques which accentuated the internal shape of objects and characters while emphasising silhouettes with rim highlights rather than dark outlines. The nine character classes of Team Fortress 2 were designed to be visually distinct from one another. Even when viewed only in silhouette with no internal shading at all, the characters needed to be readily indeitifiable to players. For elements of the world associated with each of the two teams, blue and red, we defined specific contrasting properties to set them apart. While the red team's base tends to use warm colours, wooden materials and angular geometry, the blue team's base is composed of cool colours, industrial materials and orthogonal forms. We also deliberately avoided modelling the world in an overly complex or geometrically off-kilter manner, as this would add an unnecessary level of visual noise — not to mention memory-hungry vertices — to the scene. We found that keeping repetitive structures such as the bridge trusses, telephone poles or railroad ties to a minimum is preferable for our style, as conveying the impression of repetition in the space is more important than representing every detail explicitly. In general, the texture maps used on the 3D world are impressionistic, meaning that they are painterly and maintain a minimum level of visual noise. This is consistent with the style of painting used on background plates in many animated films, particularly those of Hayao Miyazaki, in whic broad brush strokes appear in perspective as if present in the 3D world rather than on the 2D image plane. Miyazaki also influenced the game's world and character colour palette." — Charlie Brown, project lead

Art and technology

"Valve is a goal-driven technology company, and game and visual design goals drove Team Fortress 2's technology requirements. Its unique look relies on artistic decisions made before the technology was implemented. For instance, a phong/rim-lighting shader was created specifically to help the characters 'pop' out of the environments. It removes detail in colour and then adds detail back in as highlights, giving the characters a stylised look that's simple yet sophisticated." — Charlie Brown

Bold outlines

"The specific characteristics we needed were mostly dictated by Team Fortress 2's gameplay. Foremost, we wanted players to be able to intuit each character's unique gameplay features at a glance. The Heavy Weapons character, for example, had to quickly convey strength, sturdiness, slowness, and the ability to pack a real wallop. To further aid in quick readability, each character class requires a bold, distinct silhouette shape." — Charlie Brown

#Thought this was important to transcript since it contains important information for people who r interested in studying this game's style!#tf2 #team fortress 2 #concept art #valve #character design #type: concept art #type: environment

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rose-tries-to-write · 1 month ago

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Humans are Space Orcs Idea

Okay so hiii, i had an idea so i kinda ran with it.

This was inspired by me eating an orange and thinking 'man, i wonder if aliens would find it weird watching me pull off all the strings like this' and it kinda ran from there. this might have a few parts later on if i get inspired, but mostly whatever is made here will be odd human behaviors that i think would be funny/interesting from an aliens perspective.

Writing under the cut!

Day 1 in alien captivity

I'll be honest, I've been here much longer than a day—perhaps four or more by now. This is the first time I've been given something resembling paper and writing tools, so to make it easier to remember, this will be labelled day one.

I couldn't tell you why I'm here or how I got to where I am. Most of it's a blur by now and even if it wasn't, I'd rather forget anyway. I won't bore you with that.

The aliens I'm with now are tall creatures largely covered in fur except for the horns protruding from their heads. Of the few I've seen its safe to assume that these horns come in many different variations—one having a pair similar to a goat and another having ones reminiscent of the classic devil horns. (There are two portrait drawings beside this passage, one of a fluffy creature with goat horns and another a slick-furred creature with devil horns. They both have smiley faces.)

Whatever these aliens are, they seem very interested in what I am. Studying what I am, that is. They treat me like an animal, trying to replicate a natural environment within a small cell and giving me food and objects that I assume are for entertainment purposes. I can see them in a window at the top of the cell, watching and writing and talking amongst themselves as I go about my day. Researchers, I assume. Scientists.

I don't know what their plans are and they seem largely uninterested in hurting me or even coming close. For now, I'll just continue what I've been trying to do from the start—make them realize I'm not an animal but a fully cognizant person who would really like to go home soon.

Day 2 in alien captivity

They keep giving me these fruits that I've taken to calling oranges due to their resemblance to the fruit. It has a peel, purple and sectioned similar to a pumpkin, that's thick but easy to pierce. It comes off in the previously mentioned sections like a banana and leaves strings behind like an orange.

This is where the name comes from—the gross and annoying strings all over the flesh of the fruit. It takes half an hour to get them off due to the size of the thing, but eating it with them on isn't an option. Taste aside, they make me nauseous. Best to avoid that.

The aliens seem amused at me painstakingly removing all the strings, like they think it's a silly behavior of an animal rather than a necessary evil. I can see them writing something down and chattering between themselves every time I do it where they can see. A voice inside me wonders if they find my methods odd—the piercing and removal of the outer peel, the long process of de-stringing the flesh, then pulling apart the sections to eat them one by one. The voice wonders if they see intelligence in those actions. If using my fingers skillfully to remove the inedible materials says I'm more than just the animal they think I am.

I've learned to ignore that voice.

The flesh of the fruit is orange, ironically, but more of a burning red shade than the brighter color of its namesake. It tastes oddly like an apple, sweet and acidic, with the texture of a grape. I can't decide if I hate it. I can't decide if I should. For now, it's food and as long as they're willing to feed me like this for free, I'm happy to eat.

#humans are space orcs #humans are deathworlders #my writing #creative writing #writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #feel free to add on!!

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aphelion-alifer · 10 months ago

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relieving wing related dysphoria

something that I see many winged folks experience, including myself, is wing related dysphoria. more specifically, dysphoria relating to not being able to fly or not having wings physically. all my life this is a struggle I've dealt with, and I understand how painful it is. there are ways to relieve it though! here's some things that I've come up with and suggest to those who are struggling:

create mood boards, wallpapers, stim boards, and pinterest boards relating to the sky, your wings, theriotype, shifted form, etc

dive into media that has winged people/creatures (maximum ride, the maleficent movies, the croaking, just to name a few)

play games that let you fly, either with or without wings. bonus points if you're able to do it in VR (roblox, minecraft, feralheart, aer memories of old, superflight, fugl, etc)

practice lucid dreaming or astral projection

blankets!! especially weighted blankets, this can mimic the feeling of having wings

create or buy cosplay wings that look like your own (either typical cosplay wings worn with a harness/straps, or a backpack with wings, or a shawl in the shape of wings)

wear the colors of your wings, theriotype or shifted form

surround yourself with wing related themes or themes related to your theriotype or shifted form (buttons, pins, stickers, doodles, plushies, etc)

wear wing related accessories (rings, necklaces, hair pins, wings you can put on the laces of your shoes, etc)

if you're able to, get wings tattooed on your back or get a tattoo related to your theriotype or shifted form

if you're able to, participate in sky/air related sports or activities (skydiving, wingsuit flying, paragliding, hang gliding, etc)

draw/doodle your wings, theriotype or shifted form!!

meditate and visualize your wings. feel their weight, see their colors and textures, etc.

connect and talk to others who have wings if you need support and are looking for folks who have had similar experiences

carry around a backpack and make sure to give it some weight! having a backpack of a similar weight to my phantom wings tends to make my phantom wings go away, if you're looking to stop your phantom wings from existing for a bit for any reason

collect feathers that look like yours if you have feathered wings

connect with nature! this helps ground me and feel more connected to my natural self. I suggest going outside on a windy day or climbing trees.

stick your head/arms out of the car when you're going somewhere! this is one of my favorite things to do and it mimics what I imagine flying to feel like (pro tip, don't do this if you're driving)

make your room feel like the environment you belong in (using nature or wind ambient sounds, fans to get air flowing, that sort of thing)

watch flying POV videos

I'm sure there are more things that I could add, but I think that this is all my brain can think of at the moment. feel free to add onto the list if there's anything else that any of you want to add if I missed anything!

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bamfkeeper · 10 months ago

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Fuzzy.

RQ: 'Hello! I love your writing for kurt and I need more!!! Lol, but I've had this idea in my head for a while, but what if you write something where his partner gets overwhelmed easily or anxious and they touch his fur to ground themselves?' - @misfortunate-love

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader

Warnings: Anxiety/panic attacks

A/N: I had a few different requests for this kind of idea so I wanted to write something that I could cover a lot with, so I went with hcs/drabble for this. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 1.3k

A lot of days felt overwhelming, you often had trouble focusing or getting rid of that dreaded feeling. You always felt a horrible sense of an invisible weight crushing you, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed all the time.

Things can be so overstimulating for you, too many things going on tend to get you stressed and you have trouble calming down from that high.

You reach for him sometimes, just to feel his hand. The texture helping relax you enough to not have a full blown attack right then and there.

Kurt notices this, and he tries his best to help you.

Kurt's voice is a good way to help distract your brain, his accent makes you think a little more, and sometimes he purposefully mixes German and English so your brain catches.

But what helps the most is his fur.

The warmth. The texture. The feeling.

Kurt knows his fuzzy skin is a comfort to you, so whenever he sees you overwhelmed or on the verge of a panic attack, he brings you somewhere private, and he lets you touch him wherever you like.

Most often his arms or chest.

If you're okay with it, he will do skin to skin too. He never makes it sexual, but both of you shirtless pressing into him, you can't help but rub yourself along his fur. It scratches your brain right and it feels like he's getting rid of all of that anxiety.

"Liebe? What is it?" he asks you, his piercing yellow eyes gazing intently at you as he notices the subtle hitch in your breath. His brow furrows with concern, quickly realizing the situation unfolding before him. "Ah, ah, schatz... it's okay, breathe..." he murmurs softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.

His eyes dart around, assessing the environment for any potential triggers or threats. With gentle, reassuring movements, he reaches out, his strong hands carefully grasping your arms. The warmth of his touch serves as an anchor, grounding you in the present moment as he continues to offer words of comfort and support. He hides it well, but he's a little panicked too.

"I-I can't...b-breathe, Kurt-" you gasp desperately for air, your chest heaving as the overwhelming, horrible panic attack takes over your body. You struggle frantically to hold it all in, your hands trembling as you clutch at your shirt. The weight of anxiety presses down on you, an invisible force that seems to crush your lungs and constrict your throat. Your vision blurs, and you feel dizzy, as if the world is spinning around you.

Kurt's face comes into focus, his expression a mix of concern and helplessness as he clearly sees the distress etched across your features. The suffocating feeling intensifies, and you find yourself gasping like a fish out of water, desperately trying to draw in enough oxygen to keep yourself from passing out.

He swiftly embraces you, his arms enveloping you in a comforting gesture, before there was a quick BAMF…and both of you were teleported to the sanctuary of his bedroom. The room, shrouded in darkness, serves as a soothing, metaphorical blanket, enveloping you in its calming embrace. The dim, gentle light filtering through the curtains, the familiar and reassuring scent that is uniquely his, and the pervasive quiet of the space all contribute to a sense of tranquility. This peaceful environment stands in stark contrast to the cacophony of sounds emanating from the other mutants gathered downstairs, their voices and activities now muffled and distant.

Despite the change in surroundings and the momentary reprieve from the overwhelming stimuli, you find yourself still struggling to regain your composure. Your breath comes in rapid, shallow gasps as you continue to hyperventilate, your body and mind unable to quickly transition from the previous state of distress to one of calm.

Kurt, sensing your distress, instinctively knows exactly what to do. With a swift motion, he tears off his top, revealing his muscular blue form. In any other circumstance, you might find yourself staring in awe, but right now, your vision is clouded and unfocused, speckled as you sunk into your panic attack. "Liebe..." he whispers softly, with infinite gentleness, he takes your trembling hands in his own, his touch warm and reassuring.

Slowly, deliberately, he guides your hands to his chest, pressing them against the soft fur that covers his torso. The sensation is immediate and grounding - you can feel the velvety texture of his fur beneath your fingertips, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Kurt carefully moves your hands, guiding them along the contours of his body. Each stroke of fur against your skin acted like an anchor, gradually pulling you back from the brink of your intense panic.

As you focus on the feeling, you can sense the fog of anxiety starting to lift. You gradually synchronize your breathing with his, consciously matching each inhale and exhale. His steady, tranquil heartbeat serves as a soothing metronome, guiding you towards a state of calm rather than the erratic state you had been in.

The rhythmic connection you both had demanded the tension in your body to slowly dissipate. Tense muscles relax and you feel sore all over. A small sniffle escapes you, and you notice your voice momentarily catching in your throat, causing a slight hitch in your breath. Your hands rest gently against him, and you become acutely aware of the texture beneath your palms. His soft fuzz tickles your skin in a comforting way, as he had done this many times before in the past.

His familiar touch has always been a source of comfort, acting as a dependable anchor during times of distress. As you continue to breathe in unison, you find yourself gradually settling into a more peaceful state, the panic that had gripped you earlier beginning to loosen its hold.

"There we are..." Kurt replied softly, his voice a gentle caress as he smiled warmly at you. His eyes, filled with tenderness and understanding, met yours reassuringly. "Alles gut..." he murmured, the words rolling off his tongue with a soothing cadence. His lips pressed a series of gentle, peppering kisses to your forehead and temple, each one a silent display of safety and care.

The touch of his affection seemed to work its magic, as he could visibly see the tension in your body start to dissipate. Your breathing, once rapid and shallow, began to slow and deepen. He watched with relief as the panic that had gripped you moments ago gradually loosened its hold, being replaced by a growing sense of calm. Only Kurt could do this, only he had enough knowledge and care to bring you down so quickly and tenderly.

You remained silent, choosing instead to envelop him in a tight embrace, your arms wrapping around his form as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. The gesture spoke volumes, conveying your emotions more eloquently than words ever could. He understood implicitly, recognizing the weight of your struggles. The constant battle with your mental state was an exhausting ordeal, one that seemed never-ending and all-consuming. He could scarcely fathom the immense pressure you were under, the daily toll it took on your spirit. He got stressed too, but never to this extent. He wished he could take it all away forever.

Sensing your need for comfort and reassurance, he held you close, his strong arms forming a protective cocoon around you. His voice, soft and filled with tenderness, broke the silence after several minutes of holding you. "I've got you, schatz," he whispered, his words a soothed your troubled soul. "You will never have to face this alone, not as long as I'm here." The sincerity in his tone was palpable, a promise etched in every syllable.

As if to emphasize his commitment, his tail gently curled around you, adding another layer of security to his embrace. His entire being seemed to transform into a living fortress, shielding you from the harsh realities of the world outside. In that moment, wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his unwavering support, you felt a glimmer of peace amidst the storm of your thoughts.

Nothing could ever get to you here. Not a damn thing.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover images: Screencap X-Men '97, Pinterest

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foodfightnovelization · 1 year ago

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ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight

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Holy chips! It's an exciting time to be a Foodfight! fan, because ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight is finally out! This really is THE definitive documentary on the insanity behind the movie, and it finally answers the question of just what was going on behind the scenes during production. Since I helped out with research (and I even get a short line of dialogue at 45:19) I've already seen everything that was shown off, but had to keep quiet until all the interviews were conducted and the documentary was finished. But now it's out and everything has been made public, the cat's out of the bag (the Fat Cat Burglar?) and I can talk about all the production material that's been shared.

Before I get into any of that though, I'd highly recommend you watch the documentary for yourself. It's insanely well researched and put together, and having worked together with Ziggy Cashmere (the documentary's creator) I know how hard he dedicated himself towards making this all possible. If it weren't for him, the most interesting Foodfight! discovery would've been finding the novelization, and we would have never gotten any real insight into how this movie came to be. It's also a documentary that really speaks for itself- I don't want to say too much about what it reveals since it's all expressed far better through its narrative and the interviews with people who actually worked on the project. My favorite is the interview with texture artist Mona Weiss- she tells such horrifying stories about how she was treated by Larry and other crewmembers, yet does it all with a sense of humor that makes it clear she's enjoying getting to talk about her crazy experiences. It's clear Foodfight! was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, and there's nobody to blame for that but Larry Kasanoff himself. The movie was rotten from the top down and despite the countless talented animators and artists working on it, nothing could fix the fact that it was fundamentally mismanaged in the worst way possible. I think the quote from producer George Johnsen summarizes it best: "Foodfight! was a good idea that unfortunately lost its way during production. The technology, the art, and the direction were not in sync. Many very talented people gave their all to make the picture, but more understanding of process from the top was needed for it to succeed."

But if you saw the documentary, you already know all that, right? So instead, let's talk about the behind-the-scenes material that's finally been shared! You can find everything I'll talking about HERE on archive.org-

It's worth following the link and checking it out for yourself- there's so much it'd impossible to discuss everything. Artwork, storyboards, bloopers, models, a nude render of Lady X, an interview with Larry Kasanoff, the list goes on and it's still being updated! Despite the documentary already being out, people who worked on the movie are continuing to share new material! It's pretty incredible- for the past year I've ran this blog all I've really had to discuss are two tie-in books, and now there's so much Foodfight! material I can't even keep up with it.

I mean LOOK at all this, isn't it fantastic? The character art by Jim George showing off just how much better these designs originally were, the countless environments showing off just how stunning Marketropolis could've looked as well as the strength of the core idea "what if a supermarket came to life at night", and insanely detailed storyboards for a 7-minute pitch reel that was used to sell the movie to investors. Normally, I'd be ALL OVER this because it's all just incredible, but there's something far, FAR more fascinating than any of it.

There are even multiple drafts of the script (one from 2005 and one from 2007 respectively) and normally I'd be insanely fascinated by those too, making extremely detailed posts explaining the differences between the drafts and how they compare to the novelization, but there's something else that was found that blows ALL of this out of the water and is easily one of the most monumental lost media discoveries of ALL TIME.

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That's right, a rough cut of the ENTIRE movie from 2005 has been found, containing nearly ALL the completed animation from earlier on in production. I mean, that's mindblowing right? We first got sent this around a month ago, a little while before the documentary came out, and I literally stopped everything I was doing at work to just sit and watch this. This is the closest we're ever going to get to the "original" version of Foodfight! after all- only 7 minutes of footage was ever actually made before they switched to mocap, made solely for the aforementioned pitch reel, and this workprint contains practically all of it! On top of that there are some great storyboards in here, as well as some truly hilarious ones cobbled together from 3D renders, and the plot is far better than what we ended up with, a lot of the more inappropriate jokes being absent. This rough cut is actually pretty similar to the novelization in that regard, and it also contains scenes that we'd previously only read about in there.

For example, in the novelization there's a snowmobile chase through the mountains, with Brand X soldiers on snowmobiles and a heavy avalanche close behind. This scene was completely left out of the movie itself, but in this workprint it's here! ALL the previously novelization-exclusive scenes are included, and this rough cut is seemingly based on an even earlier draft of the script than that- here Brand X are still defeated by a flood, whereas by the time of the novelization it'd been changed to a lightning storm. There are SO many exciting differences in this workprint, the snippets of original animation we get to see are SO good, and it's SO much better than the movie itself that I think it by far deserves the crown as the DEFINITIVE version of Foodfight! There's so much in it I want to discuss, that there's no way I can fit it all into this one post...so stay tuned, because in the next few days I'll be doing a FULL analysis of the 2005 workprint, pointing out all the extra brand mascots not in the finished film, and generally just gushing about how amazing it is.

I mean, this is it. Just take it all in for a second- the original footage was considered lost media for over a decade, and now it's practically been found in its entirety, embedded in an early cut of the whole movie...isn't that just phenomenal? All the mysteries have been unraveled, all the questions have been answered, and now we can relax, take a deep breath, and watch Foodfight!...the REAL Foodfight! Make sure to enjoy it, and join me next time for my analysis!

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rosescarlette · 10 months ago

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Right so zhongli hates sea creatures right?! So how about his s/o turned into a sea creature? How would he react?! Hm?👀

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-> Zhongli takes care of the reader.. with a plot twist.

-> Fluff.

Zhongli loves to take care of you. No matter what or how busy it is.. he would always like to take care of you and check up on you.

Until one busy day when he came back from work.. to find his beloved missing. He searched for you everywhere. When he checked your usual spot where you would normally be.. he found something weird.

"..."

He stared at the round glass bowl for a good minute. And then he picked it up and then started staring at it again. He still wasn't sure if it was you.

"[Y/N]..?"

"[Y/N] is it you..?"

He asked while being dumbfounded, flabbergasted, shocked and many more emotions which.. he could not describe all at a time. There was a nice gold fish which minds its own business swimming around.

Zhongli however was shocked. Who did this. Who made his beloved turned into a fish?! Whoever did this was going to pay. He was never the one to like sea creatures. The slimy, weird texture.. and the foul order it has.. he hates them. But now how could he hate his beloved? He would do anything for you.

He would then later clean the fish bowl neatly, buy you a ton of new decorations that would make the bowl environment look nice. When he realized he bought too many that there was no place for in the bowl he would just buy a bigger tank. If even that wasn't enough he would make an entire lake so that just you would be comfortable in your fish form while he finds out how to revert you back.

In the meantime he goes out and buys the decorations and a bigger tank. Then later he would just sit there after assembling everything and worry about how to bring you back to your human form.

He then hears the door bell ring, so he goes to open the door. Surprisingly he finds you outside IN your human form, perfectly fine.

"..."

"What? Is there something on my face?"

"..."

He then stared back at the fish tank and then at you.

"Zhongli? Are you alright?"

"You.. are.. perfectly fine."

"Excuse me?"

"Ahem."

"It's just that.. you know what never mind. As long as you are safe and sound."

"Something tells me something happened here."

"Nothing. Really now please step inside."

You then later went inside to check up on your new pet fish.

"Aw.. you took care of him?? Thanks li. Though.. you didn't have to go too far.."

"Anything for you, my dear."

"Though.. I'd say... Why does it all have my favorite stuff in the tank?"

He took a great pause to tell a lie to you. He desperately did not want you to find out that he totally didn't mistake you for the fish.

"I thought.. that.."

"You thought what?"

"That... It would be nice."

"I does say it looks nice li. Thanks again"

You gave him a peck and went back to open the bag which you had bought along. And then there's another pet fish.

"See? I bought a friend for him just in case he gets lonely."

"Very well. As long as you don't disappear and turn into a fish that's fine with me."

He mumbled that last part to himself.

"As long as I what?"

"Ahem. As long as you're happy and alright with it."

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Note: AM BACK!!! ACADEMICS NEARLY MADE ME QUESTION MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE BUT ITS OK!!!

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pinkofatom · 26 days ago

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Virtual Environment

CW: brainwashing, mind control, femdom, femsub,

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Jocelyn hesitated with the headset cradled in her hands. It looked harmless enough — sleek, matte black, wires coiled like a resting snake — but something about it made her throat tighten.

"Just an hour," she murmured to herself. "In, out. Easy."

She wasn’t nervous, not really. She’d tested half a dozen VR environments before. But those were games, simulations with borders and clunky mechanics. This — this was different. The developers had called it "adaptive cognitive immersion," whatever that meant. She hadn’t asked too many questions. The paycheck was good, and curiosity was stronger than caution.

Still, as she slid the device over her head and the lab’s sterile white vanished behind the loading sequence, a flicker of doubt surfaced.

Then the world bloomed.

It was too beautiful. That was her first real thought. A warm wind stirred her hair, carrying the scent of baked bread and wildflowers. Sunlight filtered through painted-glass windows above narrow stone streets. Townsfolk moved around her with purpose — faces calm, eyes too focused. No jittering animations, no audio glitches. They looked — real.

Jocelyn blinked, turning in place. "Okay," she whispered. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

She walked slowly at first, testing the controls—but there weren’t any. Her legs moved, and her avatar obeyed as though there was no interface at all. She reached out to touch a stone wall, half-expecting her hand to phase through it. It didn’t. The texture was rough, sun-warmed.

A passing vendor smiled and nodded. Jocelyn smiled back before catching herself.

Why did that feel so natural?

She shook her head, frowning. No reason to get spooked. The program was just well-designed, maybe even too well. But as she moved through the digital streets, something coiled quiet and cold at the base of her spine.

The people here seemed so happy — unnaturally happy. It was as though she were in the center of a stage play. No one argued. No one shouted. Every smile was easy, every action deliberate. Even the dogs that weaved through legs and carts wagged their tails with perfect timing — not like animals at all.

And the clothes — Jocelyn paused, noticing for the first time how all the women wore silk skirts and lace-up corsets, hair curled into intricate braids and smiles always coy, lashes lowered.

Something — not quite discomfort, not yet — settled over her as she walked, her own t-shirt and jeans beginning to feel inappropriate. The looks she was getting weren’t subtle; they felt like hands skimming the contours of her body.

She crossed her arms over her chest.

This was definitely something the creators had to work on more, she decided as she passed a tailor’s shop and a blacksmith. They had built something amazing here, no denying that, but the environment was too — perfect. While the people looked real, their actions were too scripted. Not to mention how each character looked far too beautiful. Jocelyn felt like she had stepped into an uncanny valley. The environment around her was so immersive that the cracks stood out, almost unnerving in how apparent it became after a few minutes.

The further she ventured from the starting point, the stranger the townspeople seemed to behave. A man approached her, dressed in a fine jacket and holding a walking stick, his smile broad and welcoming, though his eyes held an odd intensity that made her feel exposed.

And the women were even weirder. Every single woman seemed to move through a cloud of heavy perfume — not to mention the way each and every single one seemed to sway her hips, their hair falling in perfectly styled cascades down their backs. Their eyes never failed to catch hers, smiles almost uniform.

"Good morning, sir," she said cautiously, dipping her head.

"Ah, a traveler! A wanderess!" he laughed, twirling his cane. "And without any proper clothes."

His gaze slid down her form and Jocelyn suppressed the urge to turn and walk away. She had a job to do, after all.

"I was hoping there would be a shop nearby for women’s apparel." The words sounded foolish as she spoke them. "Could you direct me there, please?"

"Oh, but I could do much more than that, lovely lady! Laura, take the traveler to Madame Myne's shop," the man declared with a flourish, pointing toward the end of the street where a stone cottage with stained glass windows stood.

As Jocelyn looked, she saw another young woman dressed in a short skirt, white tights, and high heels standing at her side with a smile. "Follow me," the girl said, not waiting as she walked ahead.

Blinking, Jocelyn followed on unsteady legs.

It felt like an invisible line connected them together, and she couldn’t help but admire the graceful curves of this new character, the perfect shape of her ass hugged tight by the fabric. Her own clothes felt even rougher against her skin now, chafing in ways that she’d never noticed before.

Laura held the door open and Jocelyn slipped inside.

Madame Myne's shop was a flurry of fabrics and corsets, the scent of roses filling the air so heavily that Jocelyn had to blink. Women milled about in lingerie and half-fastened gowns, laughing and chatting — or staring blatantly, their gazes slow and assessing as though she was a cow in an auction pen.

But what sent shivers down her spine was how blank and artificial that joy seemed, each sound too calculated, every smile practiced in the mirror a hundred thousand times. Their faces were eerily smooth, perfect masks of contentment and ease. There were no bags under their eyes, no frowns of worry, not a trace of anything but blissful ignorance. Jocelyn felt her stomach clench with unease. Yet on her face, lips curled into a smile. There was no way for her to force it away.

Before Jocelyn could turn to Laura for answers, a tall woman with lush, auburn curls and a deep red dress swept in — a goddess made of silk. Madame Myne herself.

Her voice was soft, yet it rang with an unshakable power, sending chills up Jocelyn's spine.

"This is the visitor," she mused, eyes tracing Jocelyn’s form like a brush. "Such a lovely young woman — but so rough. Uncut, if you will. I have the perfect attire, something to polish her potential — we shall start with lingerie. Follow me, dear."

Jocelyn's heart raced. She wanted to flee. But the game’s script moved her, the smile frozen on her lips, her body stepping toward Madame Myne.

"This is just a test, no need to panic," she whispered to herself. But her breathing grew shallow, her fingers twitching.

Madame Myne turned her gaze on Jocelyn, her expression a portrait of calm dominance.

"There's a need for you to relax. I’ll assist." The words seemed to wrap around Jocelyn's thoughts as though a sedative had been administered.

And she felt her fear begin to fade — or had it merely slipped from her control? A weight settled in her mind as if her own thoughts, once sharp as blades, were being dulled. Her smile softened. Her eyes glazed over, taking on that same vacant quality the rest of the world shared.

"No need for that," Laura replied, smiling gently as she took a place behind the traveler and placed her delicate hands onto Jocelyn's shoulders. Her fingers squeezed lightly. "Relax your muscles," she cooed softly, her voice a perfect lullaby for Jocelyn’s nerves.

As Laura's touch soothed the tension from her body, Jocelyn felt her apprehension ebb, like an incoming tide drawn back by an invisible moon, replaced by a growing warmth that spread from the pit of her stomach. That heat, unfamiliar yet all-consuming, blanketed her mind and blurred the lines between her body and Laura’s gentle touch.

"Very good," purred Madame Myne with a slight nod. Her piercing eyes never wavered from Jocelyn, her presence alone exuding dominance. Yet, Jocelyn didn't flinch under her gaze, didn't pull away from the intimate touch of Laura. The room was silent for a few moments as the older woman circled Jocelyn, the soft rustle of fabric mingled with Laura's melodic hum and Jocelyn's steady, calm breaths.

"Laura, be a dear and undress our visitor," Madame Myne instructed.

Laura smiled softly, "Of course."

Jocelyn's clothes seemed to evaporate under Laura’s deft hands, slipping from her body as easily as shadows retreat from light. The act of undressing felt almost ritualistic, intimate, and hypnotic. With each discarded garment, a layer of Jocelyn’s protective exterior peeled away, her sense of self. Soon, her clothes lay pooled at her feet, an afterthought.

Jocelyn's body stood naked and exposed before the two women. Yet, she felt no embarrassment — as though modesty was an alien concept to her, an archaic principle that no longer held sway.

Similar she could not remember, why she came here. It all felt distant, foggy, like a memory of a dream. Her thoughts were syrup-slow, and each moment felt stretched, drawn out, impossibly detailed — and delicious.

"Let's find the perfect outfit for you, dear," Madame Myne mused, her voice resonating through Jocelyn's body like a perfectly struck chord, sending shivers across her bare skin. Her lips curved in a gentle, knowing smirk, "I have something to suit your new needs. And trust me, you're going to feel very good." Jocelyn’s thoughts struggled to surface through the thick cloud that had descended on her mind.

And as Laura reached to caress her, it felt as though she was playing an exquisite instrument. Laura's deft fingers danced over Jocelyn’s breasts, teasing, circling, her warm breath tickling Jocelyn's earlobe. "Don't worry, the Madame will make you beautiful - like all women should be," hevr tone, rich and velvety, poured over her like honey. With each touch and whisper, she guided her towards a state where reason surrendered to sensation, where desire, pliant and willing, became her only constant.

"First the right undergarments to display these gorgeous assets of yours," the Madame continued, "you have quite the beautiful pair." As those final words escaped her crimson lips, Madame Myne’s hands cupped Jocelyn’s breasts firmly and confidently.

Laura's fingers, light as feathers, trailed down the sides of Jocelyn’s body, sending cascades of shivers in their wake. A faint sigh of delight escaped her mouth, unbidden and soft, blending into the air as a gentle, lilting melody. Laura's expert ministrations coaxed her breasts to attention — hard nipples jutting forward, as if aching to be admired.

"Lace and silk. Black of course." Madame Myne reached behind one of her many dressers and pulled a sheer corset that shimmered in her hands, the lacework delicate and intricate as if made of spun gold, its dark shade a promise of sensuality.

Laura's nimble hands, working with an effortless rhythm, encircled the lace garment around her chest, slowly guiding the silken straps in place, pulling and tugging to snug perfection. As it tightened around Jocelyn’s frame, her spine instinctively straightened — but it didn’t feel constrictive in the slightest, it just gave her the correct posture. Her already impressive bosom swelled even fuller under the corset's embrace, a tantalizing spectacle, as the stiffened fabric pushed the roundness up, offering it to the world's appreciative eyes.

In Jocelyn's mind the sticky mess of thoughts molded into a fresh and compelling shape. Every pull, each adjustment, they smoothed away her inhibitions.

"Now the legs. That wet slit doesn't need to be covered, after all," the Madame mused, a gentle yet commanding hand cupped the space between her thighs, "so a garter and stockings should do, Laura," she commanded. Laura had already fetched a pair of ebony-hued thigh-highs that shimmered under the light.

One leg at a time, Jocelyn found herself carefully lifting each foot while Laura’s fingers, masterfully, rolled the delicate fabric up the supple stretch of Jocelyn’s legs. A garter was soon strapped in place to keep it all in place. Laura smiled at her and Jocelyn smiled back.

She could feel her very nature morph and shift under their skilled fingers. Independence felt unnecessary - so distant - replaced by a newfound desire to be shaped by these hands of velvet authority. There was an intoxicating allure to the idea of surrender — a delicious paradox of submission and power. And Madame Myne was the perfect architect of her metamorphosis. The woman’s presence loomed larger and larger the longer Jocelyn stood there - a deity in her own divine, decadent domain.

"Wonderful. You are coming along well. This next piece of equipment should help," the Madame said. She then picked up an object Jocelyn did not understand. Some sort of jewelry, some sort of adornment - it glinted and glistened in her grasp, "Bend over," she said.

Jocelyn obeyed instinctively.

Then with a smooth, practiced motion that was almost too swift, Jocelyn felt something slide inside her tight hole.

"This will help you with your posture." Madam Myne patted the travelers newly plugged buttocks with a loving, soft caress. The plug felt so good inside of Jocelyn's bottom, filling her in such a satisfying way. More of her mind took on the new shape.

"Laura, there’s the perfect shoes for her at the top." Madame Myne nodded at another nearby drawer without breaking contact.

"Yes, Madame!" The younger women quickly grabbed a pair of shining black stilettos, heels long, pointed, and deadly sharp. Each shoe glimmered, their black leather polished to perfection as Laura gently guided each foot into the cool interior.

As the stiletto-clad feet touched the floor, Jocelyn steadied herself against Laura's reassuring grip, adjusting to this unfamiliar but exhilarating sensation of height, her legs sculpted and elongated, the pressure from her plug and corset intensifying. More and more her thoughts aligned with those she saw in the world around her — women dressed to accentuate beauty, women always smiled and agreed.

"Now that you have been adorned in your underthings, I think you must need a nice dress, wouldn't you say so, dearie?" asked the Madame.

"Yes, that sounds like it would feel amazing," Jocelyn agreed without thinking about it first, her tone docile and compliant, almost intoxicated by her own surrender to the older woman's control.

"Of course it does." The Madame gave Jocelyn's behind a clap of her hand and then let out a pleased sigh as she looked the young woman up and down, "You're taking well to the adjustments. Better than most. Truly this test run has been one of the most promising. So here is a special reward. A nice docile girl needs to wear something that signifies her obedience. So, I was thinking — a maid outfit," the Madame declared as she rummaged through the wardrobe until her hand pulled a black and white uniform out with a triumphant smile. She looked Jocelyn up and down, her eyes tracing her curvy form and smiling softly as she spoke again, "Perfect."

"Let me dress you," Laura cooed in Jocelyn’s ear, her words warm and overly sweet. And her arms reached around, wrapping Jocelyn in an intimate embrace before slipping the silky fabric over her head, sliding it down the contours of her breasts, past the flare of her hips.

Each inch the garment moved refocused Jocelyn's mind. Neurons stopped firing in a natural way. Memories were buried, connections severed, replaced by a mindless acceptance and hunger. A small wet spot spread on her thigh highs. The young traveler, once an individual, was now being crafted into something new. A tool. A woman who needed only the approval of others.

The Madame stepped closer and adjusted the skirt's hem to a scandalously short level, her fingers lightly brushing against Jocelyn’s thigh in a gesture of playful intimacy, sending sparks along her spine.

Jocelyn curtsied demurely, the action instinctive. "Thank you, Madame," she whispered.

With an appreciative smile, the Madame took a step back to survey her work. “Yes, my dear, you look lovely," she purred, her tone filled with satisfaction.

"Good work, Doctor Hill," echoed a familiar male voice through the shop. Jocelyn turned to see the same sharply dressed gentleman who had ordered her here.

"Doctor Kantz," the Madame chided, "please don't break the immersion. The changes have yet to settle, as you well know." Despite her gentle reprimand, a wry grin danced upon her lips.

"According to the data from her device, she's fully indoctrinated and will respond to commands," he countered.

The woman arched an eyebrow. "Truly? Jocelyn, dear. Please tell me, what you worked as, before coming to my shop," she commanded.

A pause stretched between them. "I — I was a traveler," Jocelyn finally murmured. Her brows knitted together in concentration, a desperate attempt to gather wispy memories, "No — that wasn't right. I was a —" but the words slipped through the cracks, the memories shattering into an abyss. A sense of loss and frustration washed over her as she stood there.

"I guess she's not all gone yet," Doctor Hill replied with a grin. "And that is why we still have to be present. Believe me, I would love it, if a programmed agent like Laura here could handle the process on her own."

The younger woman with her perfect smile, simply stood straight at attention.

Jocelyn blinked. "Programmed — agent?" She asked, her words coming out slowly as her mind tried to catch up with what was happening around her. She felt slow. And that feeling of slowness was — fine. It was right. That was who she had always been, right?

Doctor Hill — no Madame Myne, clicked with her tongue. "Jocelyn, be a dear, and forget everything that was said since this gentleman entered the shop." She waved her hands at her companion. The words hit Jocelyn's ears with a softness akin to a feather, the gentle insistence of a lullaby coaxing her to forget her doubts. The fog within her mind, once momentarily dispelled, settled back with an eerie tranquility.

Her mind bent under the command of the Madame. "Yes, Madame."

Madame Myne approached, a soft smile playing on her lips as she reached to cup Jocelyn's chin. "What a sweet, good girl." Jocelyn basked in the warm glow of the older woman's approval, feeling her body soften in response. "Now stop listening until I touch your right shoulder. Simply bask in the sensation of your new clothes. And self."

Madame Myne nodded and Jocelyn slipped into the blissful emptiness of her mind.

"Now we can talk," the older woman declared.

"You have done a wonderful work," the man said, stepping forward as he admired her. His fingers reached out to playfully lift the hem of the new maid uniform.

"She'll make the perfect employee," Doctor Hill nodded. "How is the progress with the other subjects?" Her voice sounded serious now, no hint of her sultry purr present.

"It could be better. While all have reached a desired level of compliance, some still retain too much of their memories — creating the occasional outburst," Doctor Kantz answered.

The Madame shook her head and let out a soft sigh, "Any leading theories as to why," she asked.

Doctor Kantz pulled a thin pair of glasses from a case in his pocket and slipped them on his face.

"Just one. You designed this simulation in a specific way, right," he said, as he pointed toward Jocelyn. The young maid simply smiled at the two doctors, her gaze unfocused, a contented look on her face as she swayed lightly in place.

Doctor Hill nodded in agreement. "I did. Everything in here is an elaborate visual stimulus to encourage obedience, subservience, and servile thoughts," she explained, her hand sweeping across the room to indicate the lavish shop, "it's an uncanny valley design. Everything looks ordinary on the surface. But it's slightly tilted to encourage a certain way of thinking. Too perfect environment. Similar uniform people. And of course, Laura here, who has been trained specifically for this project. Once a subject comes to question their environment, our AI has them fall in line before they get too curious."

"I see," Doctor Kantz nodded. He reached up and pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, "then we have to conclude that traditional methods like subliminals and conditioning in a VR-environment are simply too slow." He paused, then took another glance at Jocelyn. She stood patiently in place, her eyes unfocused and a slight smile playing at her lips.

"So, obedience and conformity, where the results you wanted," he asked, his eyes never leaving Jocelyn. Her chest rose and fell with her calm and measured breaths.

"Yes. Obedience was the key part of my programming here," the Madame explained. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. "As for the compliance — you said you wanted the perfect employee, and someone willing to take direction, correct," she asked.

The doctor nodded. "That's right. We are already testing something less ethical. Why not profit completely from it," he mused.

While the two conversed, Jocelyn was blissfully unaware — trapped within the soothing haze of her mind, oblivious to their words. Her thoughts had been neatly corralled. Every attempt at independent inquiry met the stern resistance of the new mental architecture constructed within her, leading back towards an empty, blank void where only pleasure existed.

Then a finger tapped her shoulder. In a flash, the world regained its vibrancy and her eyes fluttered as though waking from a pleasant nap. Her attention snapped to Madame Myne.

"Jocelyn, dearie, can you tell me what you are," the older woman commanded, her tone gentle yet laced with a subtle power. The sound of it sent shivers through her.

Without hesitation, the words tumbled out, "I am a good maid," she declared, a faint flush of pride tinting her cheeks at the realization.

"That's right! And what do maids do," Madame Myne pressed further.

"We take care of our employers, Madame," Jocelyn answered dutifully. She could almost feel a chain around her mind that led straight toward whoever commanded her.

"You'll obey and do anything that they say, right," she questioned with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Oh — of course, ma'am. Anything they require," Jocelyn replied, her tone earnest. She could sense the weight of submission in the air.

"Then, we are done. Please remove the headset and wait for me on the other side, dear. It's time to see how the changes carry over," the older woman ordered and Jocelyn immediately began slipping off the virtual reality helmet.

As she removed device, the digital landscape dissolved into a clean and sterile room, a sharp contrast to the opulence she had just left behind.

Jocelyn looked down at her own body. Drab clothes hung loosely, ill-fitting and shapeless, a mockery of the uniform she fit so well. She shivered slightly. She needed new ones.

With a hiss, the door of the lab swung open, and Doctor Hill strode in.

Without prompt Jocelyn stood up, and curtsied as well as she could with her own ill-fitting garments, "How may I assist, ma'am." The words dripped from her tongue before her mind had a chance to catch up.

A smirk of satisfaction tugged at the corner of the doctor's lips as she surveyed her new subject.

"I am glad to see the transfer worked so well," Doctor Hill said, her eyes glimmering with a strange mixture of scientific detachment and triumphant pride.

"Let's get you some more appropriate clothes, and then you will happily sign a contract," the older woman spoke with an assertive, almost casual tone, that resonated through the small space of the lab.

"Yes, of course ma'am." Jocelyn murmured demurely.

Hours later, Jocelyn stood in an office at attention. Dressed once again in a black and white uniform tailored to her form, she looked completely at home in her role as the maid — the only role she has ever known.

And when Master Kantz and Mistress Hill ordered her to join their bed — all Jocelyn felt was happiness.

#pinkofatom #brainwashing #hypno fantasy #mind control #mind control story #mind control kink #brainwashing story #brainwashing kink

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witchofthesouls · 3 months ago

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I like to think that there's some humanity's weirdness that followed the ex-retailer's cyberization:

Seems to be more like a Polyhexian Seekerkin as you're suitable for aquatic environments

Your protoform and armature have a greater degree of resistance to salinity and rust

A great tolerance to many toxins and temperature

Has resistance to metal-eating bacteria

A far more efficient system that's capable of extra energy and resources as you can consume other things that Cybertronians can't

Specialized platelets that converts solar into energy. Minor, though.

A distinct lack of biolights. You seem to have more varied textures and/or coloration on your protoform (i.e., moles, freckling, visible Blaschko's lines)

Far more flexible compared to baseline Cybertronians

The ability to walk around very quietly

A very broken Danger Sense to the average Cybertronian

This is all because of a potential running gag where Nautilator is constantly terrified because you keep catching him in his lobster alt-mode, and you mutter all the potential plans to cook said lobster because you're dying for shellfish.

#transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #reader insert #sparkling!reader #worker!sparkling!au #humans into cybertronians #humanformers #bitlets #sparklings #cybertronian biology #Nautilator #maccadam #my thoughts #implied cannibalism #hey chester you remember that chef/bartender post? i think I'm channeling that here #but more of a 'local ex-human attempting to recreate their favorite dishes with new biology. more at 11'#potentially 'this is a cute baby monster' vibes

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strawbeerossi · 2 years ago

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Relief

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: With both of your stressful careers, you and your roommate come to a mutual agreement of a way to get rid of the unwanted stress.

Content/Warnings: Talk of stressful work environments, free use kink (duh), oral (f rec), kitchen sex, protected sex, choking

Word Count: 1.6K

Kinktober Day Thirty: Free Use

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You had just gotten home from yet another eighteen hour shift, only running on fumes and coffee as you were slowly unlocking the apartment door. Spencer was away on a case, so you had the place to yourself for the past week. Your roommate was your best friend, someone who you confide in for every little issue. Rachel at work is being a bitch? Spencer would tell you that she couldn’t handle your shifts and that she needed to stay in her lane.

Even when you were wrong, he had your back. Which was what built up such a close bond and a strong friendship. You had mutual trust in one another, able to speak about all of the burdens of the world and have that sense of safety from lack of judgement. That comfort opened many doors, especially whenever it came to talking about your personal lives.

You’d confessed how stressed you’d been, itching for relief although you couldn’t see yourself having casual sex with someone you hardly knew. It was more trouble than it was worth, a sentiment that your best friend could definitely get behind the more he thought about it. After he opened up about his own struggle, you both had a brief window of silence while contemplating who would be the first one to offer a situation you could both benefit from.

“What if we just.. Fooled around? I trust you, I mean. You’re the best person to even sleep with since you are so cautious. Not to mention your germ thing..” You spoke while he had to think it over, the both of you setting boundaries in place. If either of you were desperate, the opportunity was there at any time when you’re around the apartment.

You didn’t expect things to actually happen that way though.

You were currently in the kitchen, washing some dishes from dinner that you’d carelessly tossed in the sink previously. Spencer wasn’t home yet from a week long case so it’s not like there were too many dishes. You just hated washing them, especially when you get the horrible feeling of wet food touching your skin and making you want to pull your skin off due to the texture.

With music playing in the background, you didn’t manage to hear the sound of the front door open and close, signalling your roommate was back from a long, draining case. Toeing off his shoes by the door, Spencer followed the sound of soft music to the open kitchen, his arms slowly crossed as he leaned against the wall.

It had been three weeks since you discussed your deal and set things into place, his body tense with stress and mind focused on the mind numbing details of the case the team had just solved. He needed to get his mind off of work, so he was taking the plunge tonight. Since you’d both agreed to always be prepared, he felt comfortable coming behind you.

His hands on your hips had you jumping from surprise, just about to yell at the man behind you for scaring you whenever you were silenced by the feeling of his body pressed against yours from behind. “It’s been a long week.” He groaned softly, letting his head bury in the crook of your neck.

You were shocked to say the least. You never imagined Spencer to be the one to initiate anything. You weren’t complaining by any means. Your head was tilting slightly to the side as you could feel the feeling of his lips pressing wet kisses alongside your skin, nipping at your neck playfully along the way. “I’ve been thinking about you for days.” His voice was soft, his hips rocking against you, his hardened cock pressing against your ass while he showed you just how much he’d yearned to let the load of all this stress piling up on his shoulders go.

With his hands squeezing your hips, he wasn’t wasting much time as your sweatpants were being tugged down in one swift motion, pooling at your feet as he was briefly letting you go to fall to his knees behind you. Anticipation was building in your stomach, the mere idea of your roommate taking you in the middle of the kitchen had your arousal soaking through the fabric of your panties.

As you could feel his finger hooking into the damp material, he was opting to push your panties to the side while using his fingers to push the puffy lips of your desperate cunt apart, he let out a low groan at the slick glistening in the kitchen light. “You’re so wet. Fuck,” He breathed, tongue darting out to swipe over your throbbing clit.

The faint taste on his tongue had his hands gripping your thighs, gently nudging them apart as he was delving in.

The sinful sounds of slurping, sucking, and moans were filling the kitchen, your hands gripping the edges of the counter while Spencer was thrusting his tongue rhythmically in your leaking hole. His knowledge on the female anatomy worked out in your favor, the wet muscle eagerly lapping up the gushes of slick that you were graciously blessing him with.

He was intoxicated on your essence, his brain fogged with pleasure as he was drinking everything you had given him, drunk on your wet pussy.

As he was forcing himself to tear away, he was reduced to using the back of his hand to wipe away your wetness from his chin since he’d managed to get sloppier than he anticipated. You weren’t so satisfied with the loss of contact but he was definitely about to make it up to you. “God, I don’t know how I managed to control myself for so long.” He groaned, leaning forward once more to press a kiss to your clit before pushing himself to his feet.

Your head turned, eyes focused on his movements as Spencer was heading over to his satchel that he’d dropped on the table at some point after he came inside. “I asked Morgan how I initiated this and his advice was pretty helpful. He also made sure I was prepared.” He’d chuckled, retrieving a condom that was tucked away in one of the pockets.

His presence coming up behind you had your glossed over eyes focused on his face, making him chuckle as he was putting the condom wrapper in his mouth to hold it, hands working on his pants in order for him to tug them down, boxers sliding down his legs right along with them.

After tearing open the condom packaging, his right hand gave his cock a few lazy tugs before he was sliding the rubber along his shaft. With one hand on your hip and the other positioning his cock at your entrance, he didn’t waste time before sinking deep inside of your eager cunt. “Oh fuck.” You slurred, head tilting forward as you could feel the stretch from his thick cock breaching your inner walls.

You’d always suspected Spencer to be well endowed and you were more than happy to be proven right.

You felt his hips snap into yours, catching you by surprise as you let out a whine. “Feel good?” Spencer asked, his hands resting against your hips as he was continuing with the steady thrusts, your sensitivity causing you to feel every edge dragging across your plush walls, the curve of his cock making the head of his cock assault the spongy button deep inside of you that you yearned for him to continue slamming into.

“So good!” You squeaked out, feeling his arm wrap around your torso before his hand was now gripping at your throat, using his strength to tug your upper body to rest against his. He took pride in the effect he had on you, the way you were panting and whining from him pistoning your cunt, the way you had drool running down your chin from your mouth being agape, even the fucked out look in your eyes that made him want to burst right then and there. “Spencer!” You gasped, legs beginning to shake as you could feel the arousal pooling in your stomach, your body hot from the strenuous activity.

“Fuck, I know. I’m gonna cum too.” Spencer spoke in a deeper tone, sweat beading on his own forehead as his grip tightened on your throat. “Let it go, pretty girl. Fuck, cum on my cock.” He rasped into your ear, lips pressing a wet kiss to the spot underneath it.

The words were enough inspiration as your walls were tightening around his cock, inner walls spasming around his shaft and being the boiling point.

You were the first one to climax, your hand gripping at Spencer’s wrist as you could feel your legs turning to jello, thankfully being held up by Spencer to prevent you falling to the ground and breaking something. His thrusts were sloppy, however it only took a couple more before he was filling the condom with his own spend. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fill you with his cum, however he also knew this had to be done smartly. You both were stressed enough as is, you couldn’t imagine adding a baby into the mix.

As he pulled himself out of your leaking hole, you were letting out a shaky breath. “Oh, my god. Who are you and what have you done with Spencer?” The question caused him to chuckle.

“Stressed out Spencer is a lot different than normal Spencer, huh?” He mused, making you nod.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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kiame-sama · 6 months ago

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Do you think any of the monster guys would be good at helping an autistic human with overstimulation (like too much of a certain noise, or lights that particularly bother them etc.)

Ooh, and how do you think Malleus would respond if he used materials in the nest that the human can't really handle touching because of the texture? Would he get particularly upset because of the human rejecting the nest? Would he let the human help choose materials for the nest? (I can imagine him holding different pillows and fabrics out for the human to test the texture before he adds it to the nest)

Warnings; yandere, yandere behavior, yandere actions, autistic reader (mostly based around my own autism), monster men trying very had to be good to their Human,

There are several who would be good to pair with an autistic reader thanks to their own dispositions and behaviors. Lilia has raised a literal dragon from hatching and has managed to not get himself killed by that dragon. He would absolutely be wonderful in keeping an autistic Human calm and knowing when they are getting overstimulated. He also knows how to keep an overstimulated creature calm enough to get them somewhere calmer and quieter to relax themselves. He isn't even bothered by being yelled at by the overstimulated creature because he has had literal fire spewed at him by an overstimulated Dragon in the past, so yelling does nothing to perturb him. Papa Hades recognizes that not all Humans function the same and has had his own autistic Humans to care for in the past. He knows the general signs of overstimulation and texture avoidant behaviors. He would be fantastic at keeping the Human calm or getting them somewhere safe to help them calm down and decompress from others. Vil himself has been overstimulated many times due to being on loud movie sets and productions, the flashing lights and excess sound easily overwhelming him. He can recognize increased stress behavior in someone and knows when the environment is far too loud for most- specially the more sensitive- to handle without having a meltdown. He is far more patient with an overstimulated Human than many others would be and would be wonderful at taking them away from that environment. Malleus is fantastic at general interaction with someone who is autistic and would be content to take them away from an environment that is far too stimulating for them. He- especially in the case of an autistic Human- is already extremely attuned to the general behavior and mannerisms of the Human he protects. He will pick up very quickly on their discomfort and would be equally quick to take them out of the upsetting surroundings to help them calm themselves down. He will also be the best to hyperfixate with and share interest with because of his own niche special interest in Gargoyles.

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Malleus would be crushed if the Human didn't like his nest and would completely tear the nest apart to make anew the moment he learned it was because of his fabric choices. He will sit for an entire day with the Human to rebuild the nest, having them check and touch the fabrics to make sure they would like the texture. Any textured fabric the Human doesn't like is immediately burned and he makes mental note of the feel so he doesn't add a similar fabric in the future. He will only move forward with the actual nest building when he confirms all the materials being used are Human approved. This does mean he will sit and hold out every fabric for the Human to feel first before adding it to his nest. If he runs out of fabrics and materials for the nest, he is taking the Human shopping- both so they can choose and so he can guard them- to find more materials for the nest that they enjoy. The nest is large enough to hold him and his hoard, he will need a lot of materials to make it the way he likes and to make sure the Human likes it as well.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #humans are extinct twst au #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #hae malleus

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thejournallo · 1 month ago

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Complete Guide to Creating Your Shifting Script

Lately, my desire to shift these days is sky high! So I went and relooked at all the methods and things I have covered in my shifting masterlist and I noticed that scripting was not there; it is in my manifestation masterlist. So let's do a deep dive into scripting FOR SHIFTING with a better-done tutorial.

What is Scripting?

Scripting is the process of writing down details about your desired reality (DR) before you attempt to shift there. Think of it as creating a blueprint or instruction manual for where you want to go. Many shifters find that having a well-crafted script helps them visualize their DR more clearly and shift more successfully.

Why Script?

Clarifies your intentions - Helps you focus on exactly what you want

Creates a stronger connection to your DR

Provides mental anchors to focus on during shifting methods

Prevents unwanted scenarios by setting boundaries and safeguards

Step 1: Choose Your Format

There's no single "correct" way to format your script. Popular options include:

Traditional Script Format

Written like instructions or statements, often in present tense: I am [your DR name]. I live in [location]. My appearance is [description].

Letter Format

Written as a letter to yourself or the universe: Dear Universe, When I shift to my DR, I will be living in a beautiful apartment in Paris...

Story Format

Written like a narrative about your life in your DR: [Your name] wakes up in their beautiful bedroom. The sunlight streams through the curtains as they stretch and prepare for another wonderful day in [DR location]...

the one i use the most is story format because it helps me visualize it more.

Step 2: Essential Elements to Include

Basic Information

Your name in your DR

Your age

Your physical appearance (or specify if same as current reality. if you are doing your script online just add a picture)

Where you live

Your occupation/role

Important relationships

Physical Environment

Your home/living space

Important locations

Climate/weather patterns

Time period (modern day, historical, futuristic)

Safety Measures & Boundaries

Time ratio between DR and CR

Memory retention (what you'll remember from CR and viceversa)

Return methods (how you'll come back when ready.)

Protection statements (Ex:"I am safe at all times")

Personal Details

Personality traits

Skills and abilities

Daily routine

Health status

Special items you possess

Step 3: Advanced Scripting Techniques

Script Affinities

Consider creating connections between your script and physical objects in your CR:

"When I touch this crystal, I feel connected to my DR"

"This scent reminds me of my DR home"

Scripting Permissions & Limitations

Define what can and cannot happen in your DR

"I cannot experience physical pain beyond mild discomfort"

"I am immune to serious illness"

"I can fly/teleport/use magic" (if applicable to your DR)

Scripting Awareness Levels

Decide how aware you'll be of the shifting process:

Full awareness (remember CR completely)

Partial awareness (remember you shifted but fewer CR details)

No awareness (fully immersed as if DR is your only reality)

Step 4: Making Your Script Effective

Use Present Tense

Write as if your desired reality is already happening:

"I am living in Paris" instead of "I will live in Paris"

"I have blue eyes" instead of "I want blue eyes"

Be Specific Yet Flexible

Be detailed about important elements

Allow room for natural development in less crucial areas

"I live in a comfortable home that feels peaceful" vs. listing exact measurements

Include Sensory Details

Engage all five senses when describing your DR:

What does it look like? (colors, lighting, architecture)

What does it sound like? (music, nature sounds, voices)

What does it smell like? (foods, flowers, fresh air)

What does it feel like? (textures, temperature, emotions)

What does it taste like? (favorite foods/drinks in your DR)

Positive Phrasing

Focus on what you want, not what you don't want

"I am healthy and energetic" instead of "I don't get sick"

Step 5: Common Scripting Questions

"Do I have to script everything?"

No! Your subconscious will fill in details you don't specify. Many shifters prefer to script only the most important elements and allow their DR to develop naturally.

"Can I change my script later?"

Absolutely! You can add to or modify your script at any time. Some shifters even script the ability to make changes while in their DR.

"What if I forget something important?"

You can include a safety statement like: "Even if not explicitly stated, my DR is exactly as I intend it to be."

"How long should my script be?"

There's no required length. Some shifters use one-page scripts while others write dozens of pages. Start with what feels comfortable and add more details as you think of them.

Sample Script Template

MY DESIRED REALITY SCRIPT BASIC INFORMATION My name: My age: My appearance: Where I live: My role/occupation: RELATIONSHIPS Family: Friends: Romantic relationships: Other important people: DAILY LIFE My typical day: My home: My skills/abilities: My personality: SHIFTING SPECIFICS Time ratio (DR:CR): Memory retention: Return method: Safety measures: SPECIAL NOTES (Any other important details specific to your DR)

Remember, your script is a personal tool to help you shift. There's no single "right way" to script - the best approach is whatever works for you and helps you connect most deeply with your desired reality!

Happy shifting!

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mumms-the-word · 4 months ago

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I'm not sure when I'll get to play DAO, but if you don't mind sharing your mod list, I would love to save it for when I get to play 🥹

And THANK YOU for the detailed instructions!!

Of course!!

For those catching up, I posted a quick guide to how to fix DAO so that it is playable on PC (it crashes otherwise). If you need a detailed explanation for how to mod on DAO, then I have a doc here that goes into detail, since modding in DAO is confusing and no one explains it well.

My DAO modlist is below the cut!

Essentials

4GB LAA patch compatible DAorigins.exe - Unencrypted .exe file (for the 4GB patch)

4GB Patch - to fix the game

Make CONSOLE commands visible - makes console commands visible

DAO-Modmanager - mod manager that I mostly use if I'm not using override mods

CharGenMorph Compiler - compiler tool for appearance mods (see my guide for how this works)

Bug Fixes/QoL Stuff

Qwinn's Ultimate DAO Fixpack v3.52 - massive bug fix overhaul

Dain's Fixes - caveat, I only use some of these fixes, since some class with Qwinn's pack and others I just don't care about

FtG UI Mod - More Readable Fonts and UI - this plus the next mod helps for when your fancy not-2009-era resolution makes the UI unreasonably small

Nathanael's 4K Resolution Mod - fixes the UI to be bigger

FtG Quickbar - Center and Multi Rows - allows you to customize the UI a little more

Clear Dreams - no blur in the Fade - This plus the next mod if the Fade swirly effects triggers headache/migraine stuff like it does for me (totally optional though, it doesn't bother most people)

Fade Away (Fade Colour Curves) - cuts down on more Fade swirly

No Helmet Hack 1_6 - all and I mean ALL of the hats and helmets in DAO are ugly or annoying, so hide them with this mod

Bug Fixes for Awakening DLC (Optional)

DLC Transfer To Awakening Patch (UPDATED) - fixes the game so that DLC items like weapons transfer into the Awakening DLC

Awakening Silverite Mines Bugfix - fixes a pretty big game-breaking bug in the Awakening DLC

Awakening Blackblade Armor Dragon Drop Fix - super minor Awakening bug fix

Awakening endgame cutscene fixes - another minor Awakening bug fix

Awakening Riot Scene Persuade Fix - another minor Awakening bug fix (someone should bundle these)

Updated Textures/Graphics

Environment Overhaul - cannot recommend enough, it's my favorite texture overhaul

Dragon Age Origins Unofficial Remaster - Updates a lot of items and textures to use DA2 and DAI assets, as a longtime player I love it

Fine Dwarven Craftsmanship - Adds better dwarven textures that the other two mods don't necessarily add

Ultra HD Reshade for Dragon Age... - The reshade/recolors I like (your mileage may vary)

Armors/Clothes

Grey Wardens of Ferelden - dresses all Warden characters in updated warden armor, lets you spawn updated Warden armor

Grey Wardens of Ferelden Retexture - retexture of the Warden armors if you want them

Goblet De-Gobbler - a Joining chalice fix and more - fixes the goblet glitching out if you are wearing modded clothes during your Joining ceremony

Surana Circle Mage Robe - the mage robe I love so much

Surana Mage Robe Retexture - Updates the texture of the Surana mage robe I love

Crow Assassin's Armor for Zevran - cool Crow armor for Zevran

Crow Assassin's Armor Retexture - better textures for the crow armor!

Practical Morrigan Robe - An outfit for Morrigan I really like

Morrigan's Robes Collection - retextures for the Morrigan outfit

Leliana Item Pack - New clothes for Leliana

Leliana Item Pack Fixes - fixes/retextures for those clothes

Loincloth Fashion - more clothes if you want them

RLs Swan Song - Even more clothes (pick and choose individual files, there are WAY too many in here)

Noble Dress Overhaul - If you want the NPC dresses to look nicer (or you get a dress yourself that you want to wear)

Female Noble Clothing Overhaul - totally different NPC dress overhaul

Female Noble Clothing and Noble Dress Overhaul Compatibility Patch - patches the last two mods into one overhaul (it basically reassigns who wears what lmao)

Wynne's Aequitarian Robes - Unique mage robes for Wynne, if you're into that

Male Circle Robe Replacers ( Robes of the void ) - updated mage robes! Guys-only tho

Female Circle Robe Replacers (Bethany Robe Replacer) - updated mage robes, girls only

Hair (So Many Hairs)

DAO - Anto Hairstyles - various hairs

HAIRSTYLE DAY - more various hairs

HAIRSTYLE DAY VOL.2 - even more various hairs

Hairald of Andraste Hairs - individual hairs that you have to add via chargenmorph (I explain how to do this in my mod guide)

Companion/Player/NPC Retextures

Unique Face Textures for Companions DAO Edition - probably my favorite retexture set, but I'll admit, I mess with companion textures myself in the Toolset soooo you may find others you like

Sten of the Beresaad - fave Sten retexture, makes Sten look like a mix of his DAO texture and an updated DA2 texture

Sten - no clothes - if you want a shirtless Sten (goes with the Sten of the Beresaad mod specifically)

Pineappletree s Vibrant Colors - more eye colors for you

Alternative Default Eyes - my favorite eye texture

Lovely Tints - adds more hair colors

Natural Freckle Tattoos and Tints - more skin tones/hair colors plus freckles, but I think you can only use them in the Toolset

Sun's Tints - more eye colors and such!

Mabari Recolours - Origins - recolors your mabari dog!

Tranquil Brand 2.0 - Adds Tranquil brands to Tranquil NPCs

Fun Additions

***Not Recommended for First Playthrough!

Skip the Fade - ***let's you skip a quest that many find annoying

Extra Dog Slot - Let's you summon your dog as a fourth companion

Improved Atmosphere - DO NOT use the whole mod as it will break your game/mess with too much. I only use ONE file and that is the More Party Barks (party_barks.dlg) since it adds more location-specific banter

The Rescue at Ishal - ***adds a cutscene to an early quest, but I only recommend it after finishing the game once since it can be spoilery to later game events

CHANGE YOUR HERO HAIR AND FACE ANYWHERE IN THE GAME - let's you update your warden appearance but, warning, it's kinda a complicated process

Universal Voices - lets any race have any voice

ZevranASAP - ***makes it so that Zevran's encounter with the Warden happens way sooner

Fare ye well Duncan - ***a little minor cutscene added early in the game

DahliaLynn's Sleep Until Dawn - Let's you go to sleep in camp for RP reasons

Alistair's Dark Ritual - ***replaces a late-game cutscene with a new cutscene, Alistair-Romance specific, don't recommend for a first playthrough

DahliaLynn's - Alistair's Nightmare - ***adds a little cutscene to the game, totally extra content

DahliaLynn's - Alistair's First Night Love Scene - ***swaps Alistair's canon romance cutscene for a modded one (your mileage may vary on how much you might like it lol)

Alistair Romance Eavesdropping - ***adds a bench to camp where if you sit on it, you can "overhear" companion banters that are turned into full cutscenes now (it's very cute I won't lie)

I haven't yet dived into Zevran romance mods lol there are some though! And there's plenty more where this comes from, this just happens to be the mod list I use as someone who has played the game a ton and wanted a sort of "overhaul-but-still-true-to-the-heart-of-the-game" modded game.

Anyways enjoy all you modders out there <3

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