#i have like 300ish followers

[mearchy]

people will always be like "i lost 3 followers over this post..." and it's like. how do you know that?? do you guys check your followers, and track when they go down when you post certain stuff??? i don't pay jack shit attention to my followers list i just occasionally click through the recent people who have followed me to block bots and underage people. also i notice and get really excited when i see i have become mutuals with a blog i like. anyway take my poll.

*I can see this being the case for small blogs, like if you always have had ten followers and then one day you see you have eight, it makes sense you might draw a correlation to a specific post.

[merlucide]

PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS

BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O

Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?

characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo

wc: about 300ish each

warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭

ITOSHI RIN

Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭

So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.

He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone. 

He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh

He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.

he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh

He’s small minded about these things okay 😭

He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.

he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist

ITOSHI SAE

lmao you give him terrible whiplash.

He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.

You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).

His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago. 

You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)

Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door. 

Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.

You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).

You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.

LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS

KAISER MICHEAL

lmao he was disturbed at first 💀

like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”

He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.

“hello darkness my old frienddd~”

He just blinked at you for a while. 

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”

ANYWHOOO!

He thinks it’s funny af though

Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.

You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨

OTOYA EITA

LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

YOUR RANDOM AF.

HES RANDOM AF.

= SOULMATES

he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are

He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏

Someone humble him please.

LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:

“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING

And you’ll be like:

“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*

Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals

MIKAGE REO

LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-

“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”

lmao kinda how it goes

He never really gets used to the switch up.

It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗

He loves hearing people talk about you too.

“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..

Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄

LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”

made April 21st 2024

[truly-a-snitch]

sub ranpo smut 🙏

oh my god u have no idea how fucking excited i am for this ask OHHH MY GOD !! i love sub ranpo so much

tags: smut, sub ranpo, blowjob, mild body worship sort of ?, praise in prose

wc: 300ish

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT

oh, doesn’t he always look just perfect like this, laying against the bed, propped on his elbows and eyes following your fingers in a way that's already hazy? such a desperate, needy thing, your perfect boy, but his words escape him the moment your mouth is on his neck, his chest, his stomach. the way he whines oh so deliciously at the feeling of your palm pressing rather firmly over the front of his boxers never fails to make your stomach flip. (the way he rolls up into your hand is even better.)

the nails on one hand dug into your scalp as you pressed kisses to his thighs, leaving behind hickies that would remind him of this for days to come, and he was panting already as you pressed a quick kiss to a particularly sensitive spot right over his femoral artery. he always was very sensitive.

and when you pressed kisses up the length of his dick, he somehow grew redder. you pressed the flat of your tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head for a moment, then took him almost fully down your throat.

it never takes long before he's a whining, begging mess, warning you that he isn't going to last much longer. (not that that's going to stop you, of course.) his hips jumped to meet your mouth erratically, lazily in a way only ranpo could accomplish without coming off as disinterested.

his moans are so pretty, too- high pitched and bordering on whines as you use your tongue on him. his breath stuttered then broke off into a low groan as he pulled you as close as he could. your nose brushed up against his pubic bone. he came straight down your throat.

your perfect boy indeed ♡ (how could he ever be anything else when he takes everything you give him in stride?)

[wellthebardsdead]

Drizzt Do'Urden would be around 300ish by the time of baldurs gate 3, so it’s very possible and hinted at that he’s still around.

And he had a lot of siblings, though his oldest brother was killed when he was still an infant and to be sacrificed as the third son, and his second oldest brother got turned into a drider by his sister. So it’s theoretically possible said siblings had children that simply weren’t referenced or got taken by other houses.

And I just can’t stop imagining how funny it’d be to have a drow who resembles drizzt to a ridiculous degree and is very much aware who his uncle(possible great uncle depending on age) is, but nobody believes them because it’s a hard tale to believe lol.

So yes I made a Tav who is Drizzt’s nephew lol.

Clopin (nicknamed Clow), a seldarine bard/druid taken as a trophy during his infancy by house Baenre on their assault to the Do’Urden house and raised as a slave. He followed minthara out of the underdark worrying he’d get in trouble if something bad happened to her and subsequently ended up on the nautiloid. Because of his family house and role it played in Baenres social status he was made well aware of his parentage and was given somewhat special treatment. While not important enough for the likes of minthara to bother knowing his name he was in charge of keeping the gardens pristine and would be called upon to entertain the family or guests if needed. Said garden is where he found the cultists of the absolute strung up, and minthara leaving with the strongest men she had at her disposal.

Following the crash and meeting our merry band of idiots, cue him casually dropping that he’s related to Drizzt with full honesty one night during camp and nobody believing him-

Then sometime after the final battle Drizzt just casually turns up to find him after hearing about a drow with his resemblance and everyone’s left like “well shit he was telling the truth.” And astarion fangirling.

[sweeterthanthis]

I feel like if any one had a tickle kink, it would be Lee. He loves to hold his girl down and run his rough fingers down her ribs until he finds that sweet spot and presses until she's crying and gasping for air. All her squirming around reminds him of how she looks when she takes his cock 😵‍💫💞

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: You hate it when he's late home but he always knows exactly how to fix that.

Warnings: Teasing, dunno if I'd call this a tickle kink but there's definitely tickling lol, heavy petting, petnames (sugar, babylove), fluff, implied smut, still 18+.

Word Count: 300ish

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

"Stop it," you grumble, wrist deep in soapy water as you try to dodge his attempts to nuzzle his face against your throat. "I'm mad at you. You can't win me round today."

You hate it when he's late. Especially on weekends. The cherry crumble you made this afternoon sits on the table, the cream soaked and curdled on top of the sweet treat.

"How many times I gotta tell ya, sugar?" he mutters against your skin. "Sometimes I ain't gonna be home on time an' it can't be helped. You really gonna give me a hard time over this today?"

His fingers dip beneath the hem of your sweater, his touch rough and warm against your sensitive skin. You wiggle your hips, trying to free yourself of the gentle caresses.

"Lee, stop it." He knows exactly what he's doing, knows how to make you forget your gripes and distract you from your disappointment. One particular swipe of his thumb against your ribcage has your breath hitching. "Lee! Stop!"

"Nuh uh, babylove. Not 'til you gimme one a'those giggles I love so much." You're trapped between his body and the sink in front of you, hand dropping the dishcloth into the water when he drags his fingernails softly down over the curve of your waist.

"Lee," you whine, his hips pressing against your rear. You can't stop yourself from winding your own back against him, a grin threatening to form on your lips when he pinches softly at the sensitive flesh at your hip.

"You miss me, sugar? 'Cause I sure as shit missed you today."

He loves to tease you like this, loves seeing you shake and shiver. So it's no surprise when ten minutes later, he's got you pinned to the couch beneath him, your skirt ruched up around your waist and his hands teasing up and down your ribcage.

"Lee, fuck, stop it. C-can't stand it when you touch me - ah! - like this." He chuckles against your cotton covered breast, teeth nipping at you through the thin material.

"Not 'til you sing for me. C'mon, now." One rough palm glides up your inner thigh, the fingers on his left hand tickling up toward your armpit.

"No!" You shriek through a giddy giggle, your legs kicking out beneath him. "Lee, no! Please, anything but that!"

"There it is. There's that song I love." You giggle again, a shriek emitting from your throat when his hand peels away the seat of your underwear; pussy wet and clenching in anticipation. "I wanna hear it s'more. Let's see how loud we can get it today, hm?"

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[gaming-artificer]

I'd like to get this blog started by sharing an aesthetic that I absolutely love, especially in the setting of a game, and one of my favorite games, My Time at Sandrock, which follows it. It's a "post-post-apocalyptic" setting, in which the apocalypse has happened, the world was destroyed or became uninhabitable, but by the time the game (or other media) takes place, people are beginning to get on their feet again. I don't know if there's a specific name for this. I've seen "reclaimed by nature", but while that's often a part of these settings, that the ruins of the world before the apocalypse have been filled with plant and animal life over time, it's not always the case. "Hope punk" is probably the closest.

I'll probably come back to this idea a few times, but for now I'd like to talk about how well I think My Time at Sandrock embodies this aesthetic.

For anyone who hasn't played or heard about the My Time series, they're super chill singleplayer (for now) RPGs where you play as the "builder" for one of the "Alliance of Free Cities" (Portia and Sandrock, in their respective games). They have a vibe very similar to Stardew Valley, where the game is based around days in the calendar year, but you can work at your own pace, build your workshop as you like, complete quests to improve the town, and socialize and form relationships with the NPCs. My Time at Sandrock is one of my favorite games of all time. It's currently my banner image, and I met one of my now best friends during the multiplayer closed beta.

My Time at Sandrock takes place in a frontier town in the Eufala Desert. It's this world's equivalent of a gold rush town, where people flocked to dig up relics and technology from the Old World (the game's term for the civilization who lived before, and caused, the apocalypse). However, most of the town's already scarce natural resources were squandered during this time, and it fell on hard times. Your job as the new Builder is to help the town get back on its feet by helping to build buildings, explore the ruins, defend from monsters alongside the Civil Corps, with the end goal of achieving prosperity for the town, sustainably this time.

The town of Sandrock is built nearby a massive ancient ruin, resembling a shopping mall, called Paradise Lost (a name which I think is referencing the "Paradise Lost" step of the Hero's Journey). This ruin is presumably what a lot of the Ruin Divers were interested in. The game has a cute, cartoony style and I love wandering through the hazardous ruins, fighting cleaning and construction robots, and wondering what they were building before the world was shrouded in darkness.

So, how did that happen?

300ish years before the game takes place, was an era described as the Age of Corruption, when technology had peaked, humans lived the high life, and robots did most physical labor. However, before long was the Day of Calamity, when the technology that the humans had built for war caused chaos and darkness across the world.

For 200 years, humans lived in darkness, mainly underground, under nuclear winter conditions while monsters owned the land above. Finally, a man named Peach built a machine to blow through the clouds, allow sunlight to reach the land, and allow humans to come out from underground and begin to rebuild civilization. This event is commemorated as the Day of the Bright Sun.

The series doesn't give much detail beyond this, but I don't think it should, unless it's the focus of a future game. It's just enough to give context to the settings, as most of their worldbuilding happens in the present, not in the past. Both games take place in a world 100 years and two or three generations after the Day of the Bright Sun. Civilization is being rebuilt, people are prospering, and there is even a religion called the Church of the Light formed around non-violence, cooperation, and opposing the use of Old World technology, as they believe it's dangerous and fear the same end as the Old World had.

Sandrock, though, has gone through this pattern again, in its own way. In their rush to strike it rich on Old World technology, the ruin divers and the city used up all of their natural resources, resulting in the trees all being chopped down, the town's oasis drying up, and the only thing left being the ruins themselves. You, as the town's new builder, are put in the empowering position of lifting up Sandrock from this situation and restoring it to its former glory.

This is the part that I love so much about My Time at Sandrock. The prospect of rebuilding an entire civilization is difficult to achieve as one character. Games like Civilization, RimWorld, and Terra Nil tackle this by making the player essentially omnipotent, giving them control over the whole developing civilization at once (or in Terra Nil's case, with wildly advanced technology). But Sandrock does this differently: By re-creating the reconstruction effort on a smaller scale, with just one town, and placing the player not at the top, in charge of everything, but as the one doing the grunt work to build bridges, buildings, lifts, farms, train tracks, and much more (though some of this has been in the pre-release multiplayer story mode). You slowly get to see this charming frontier town rise back up from the desert. Over the course of the game, you even get things like tourists appearing once you repair the train tracks. It's an absolute joy to watch your hard work come to fruition, and see the town overcome its own mini-apocalypse.

Thanks for reading! This is a topic I've wanted to share for a long time, and I'm glad I finally had the time to do it. I'd highly recommend My Time at Sandrock, especially if you're a fan of games like Stardew Valley, or aesthetics like the one I talked about here It's a super chill game, and I love playing it to relax after a long day of work or college lectures. And, if you want someone to play multiplayer Sandrock with, feel free to message me!

[the-dawn-star]

Hello ! Could i request an yandere simp klaus mikealson x reader gets a tattoo on her hip with klauses name ?

He would go feral

( smut if you do it pls?)

Tk 🤍

A/N: Hi and sorry for the needlessly long wait. hope you like it!

-S

+not proof read, 300ish words.

First problem: Getting out of the house without Klaus having someone following you and reporting anything that you do.  

And trust me that would take more panning time than you would like to think at first.  

But let’s think that you could do it.  

Then the next problem you getting the money (you should pay with cash because, trust me Klaus is looking at your payments all the time).  

But again, let’s look past at that too.  

You got his name tattooed on you hip right so that your pants would cover it. 

But when you got home with your new tattoo you have your new challenge what is harder than the ones before.  

Problem number three: Keeping Klaus off of your body until, you could get the second skin off of you hip.  

--- 

But after the third day..., that’s when you get weak with your quest.

Plus, Klaus started to question your choice of being celibate for longer than a long time before.  

So, after a long night of questions and even longer questioning he got the truth out of you.  

Let’s just say walking was a bit of a struggle next morning... 

And trust me Klaus wouldn’t be against of the idea that you would surprise him with another tattoo.  

[buck1eys]

A Bigger Splash

written for ‘pool’ wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: none

He had expected to hate these A lister parties that he'd started getting sly invites to since Corroded Coffin's second album had gone platinum. LA had never sat quite right with Eddie, and he was already toying with the idea of going back to Indiana to record the follow up. Still, a party was a party was a party, and he'd shown up to some manufactured pop duo's mansion with three drinks under his belt and a chip on his shoulder. 

He looked around for people he knew. There was Jonathan Byers, wearing all black and in his signature shades, taking Nancy Wheeler's photograph while Argyle drew something on the terracotta tiles with a marker pen. That tile would probably be valued at thousands of pounds tomorrow. Eddie thought about wandering over – he liked Byers' gig photos, which were moody and stark and not LA at all – but at that moment a tanned girl with a messy bob ran in front of him and shouted earnestly at him - 

“Hey, have you seen Steve?” 

Eddie shook his head. He was a little hazy from the liquor, but he couldn't fail to recognise Robin Buckley. She was one half of Russian Spy, a catchy and entirely vapid pop duo that had had about 50 number ones this year. 

“What does he look like?” he asked sarcastically, as though his face wasn't plastered on every billboard both sides of the Atlantic. 

To his surprise, Robin took him seriously. Maybe she wasn't as bigheaded as Eddie had assumed she would be. She described a stocky, fairly muscly guy in his mid twenties with poofy hair and a dorky kind of smile. 

“There,” Eddie pointed him out. Then he dropped his hand and kept looking, because the Steve Harrington on every billboard did no justice to the Steve Harrington who was about to jump off that diving board. He was gorgeous, all-American but rough and real around the edges. The rest of the party shimmered and faded. 

As though Eddie's focus had attracted his attention, Steve spotted Robin and gave her a goofy thumbs up. Then he grinned to himself and lept into the pool with an almighty splash. 

Oh god, Eddie thought to himself as people round the pool shrieked at the splashing water. Oh god – and Steve was surfacing like a sea god, shaking water out of his hair and whooping – he was no better than the ten thousand teenagers he's seen queueing for the stadium tour last week. Eddie Munson, iconoclast frontman and breakout heavy metal star, was in love with the singer of Russian Spy. 

@steddiemicrofic thank you for setting this up it's so fun (even if i did have to delete 300ish words of party vibe description and eddie being an LA hater)

[wheels-of-despair]

The Signal Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: You and Billy go over some basics before a night out. Contains: Social anxiety, unenthusiastic outing, necessary cuteness. Word Count: 300ish

"We don't have to do this."

"I know."

"Seriously. We do not have to go. I am a master of excuses."

"We should."

Sighing in defeat, you put your coat on while Billy does the same. He's right. You know he's right.

A new shop is having its grand opening down the street tonight, and you'd scored a personal invitation from the owner himself. It was probably going to be loud and crowded, which was generally something you both tried to avoid. But you really should go. Right?

"We don't have to stay long," you wrap a scarf around Billy's neck but don't let go of it, "we'll just put in an appearance. We can leave whenever you're ready." He nods, trying his best to look confident and unbothered, like he hadn't been watching the clock and fidgeting all day. You use his scarf to gently pull him down for a kiss. You're not sure which one of you needs this reassurance more.

You reach for his hand and heave out one last sigh before opening the door, as if to expel all your worries and leave them at home.

It's not a long walk. You can see the shop as soon as you step onto the sidewalk. You hold his hand and stroll toward the thumping music and bright lights. Fortunately, this is just part of the opening festivities, and not the new normal.

"You remember the signal?" Billy nods. "Show me."

He squeezes your hand, and taps his finger three times against yours.

A squeeze to send a message. Three taps for the amount of syllables in "I'm okay" or "I love you." Two taps for "Let's go." It's a simple, but effective system you'd worked out after a truly miserable dinner party with a former colleague. Never again, Rhonda. Never again.

You squeeze his hand back, and follow it with three taps:

"I love you."

[stereopticons]

get to know me, parts 1, 2, and 3 (or, way too much information about me all in one post)

Thanks for the tags, @hippolotamus (x2), @ramonaflow @jettestar @carolrain

last song: southern california wants to be western new york - dar williams

favorite color: red

currently watching: I've been rewatching boy meets world (as one does), almost done though, so I'm gonna have to figure out if I'm allowed to watch something new or not

last movie: I think Titanic because it was leaving Netflix again

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet!

relationship status: married

current obsession: the schitt's creek obsession is persistent and ongoing

last thing you googled: it was remote copywriter jobs but not for me lol

Nicknames: snapdragon, captain chaos, MJ

Zodiac: gemini

Height: extremely average

Fav music: this is a complicated question because I like so many things? I mean, if you've followed me for any length of time, you know I love the Mountain Goats and also musicals and Noah but also many things in between and beyond.

Followers: 300ish?

Following: that would require me to look and I don't wanna. it's somewhere between 200 and 300.

Do you get asks: sometimes, but mostly when I'm doing an ask game of some kind, other than my treasured Ghost Friend asks.

Amount of sleep: theoretically like 7 hours but I know I don't ever sleep straight through the night

What are you wearing: black nevermore academy shirt and purple plaid leggings

Dream job: i still dream about being a musician for broadway shows and/or owning a recording studio. and opening a bookstore/cafe.

Languages: English, I took AP German in HS and French in college and can fumble my way through reading those and basic Spanish and a little bit of Irish but I'm not good at speaking or listening. I also started learning Japanese on Duolingo.

Random facts: i love making weirdly specific playlists and if the mood strikes, i may make one for your weird interest. Some recent ones are songs about shipwrecks and fifty us states (now I want to make a canadian province one. tbd on that)

Aesthetic: cottagecore goth/recovering gifted-band-theater kid

1 Three ships: David/Patrick, Buddie, Alex/Henry

2 First ever ship: The first one I ever actively shipped was Mark/Roger from Rent

3 Last Song: case of you by k.d. lang

4 Last movie: still Titanic.

5 Currently reading: Still working on the second book in the The Raven Cycle (The Dream Thieves).

6 Currently watching: Still BMW.

7 Currently consuming: tea

8 Currently craving: A nap, a vacation, and some really good ramen

I am not tagging anyone because I'm very late, but if you too would like to overshare on the internet, please consider this your tag!

[iggykoopa666]

im 100 away from 4k but it kinda sucks cuz even tho i always block bots i feel like my last ~300ish followers have been dead accounts. i feel like im buying followers for clout except im not and theres no clout to be had bc follower counts are not public. so instead i just get a bunch of "new users" (empty accts 90% of which will never have activity on them)

[barry-j-blupjeans]

📓!

listen listen listen. i think about this one too much.

angus mcdonald, boy detective. he's not exactly new to the detective business, but he solved a pretty Big case and now ppl respect him more. they give him Special Permissions. specifically, he is given permission to take a crack at some older unsolved cases after solving one that has stumped everyone for Quite Some Time (insert classic spicy murder case here). he's getting to become a pretty Notable Detective and he is Ready For This. and a lot of them really just needed a fresh pair of eyes. like, hello, of course old mrs johnson wasn't murdered by her dog, it was obviously her Goddamn Husband, Holy Shit. that kinda thing, yknow??

so he takes this new case on. missing person, easy peasy. only it is not, in fact, easy peasy. the case goes as followed: elven woman, 300ish years old, has been missing for 10 years, was wearing a red robe, had an umbrella etc etc. it's a very pathetic case, if im being completely honest. angus tries to contact the family but the only stone line they gave is dead and every address they gave comes up fruitless. he thinks that maybe they're like, dead, or they gave up. understandable, considering their case had pretty much been declaimed dead before it started.

(which only makes angus wanna solve it more, ofc ofc)

and try as he might, angus just keeps hitting dead ends. like, so many fucking dead ends. he always feels like he gets close to something, but there's a Mental Block stopping him. not like a "i dont know what to do next" mental block, like a "i cannot physically comprehend what's going on anymore" mental block. he spends a while doing other cases, but he keeps coming back to it because there has never been a case angus mcdonald couldn't solve.

eventually, he finds another lead. or well, another case. the rockseeker family hears word about him and hire him to take a crack at finding cyrus rockseeker. coincidentally, he went missing ten years ago. that in itself is not too unusual- faerun as a whole has a disturbing amount of missing person cases, most dating 10 to 12 years ago. but that's a different thing entirely. the point is is that angus had a lead on where cyrus might have gone. the rockseekers own a mine- wave echo cave- and angus is like, 90% sure that's where he went.

so he gets down there and he doesn't find cyrus- but he does find someone else. red robe, check. umbrella, check. elf… skeleton- not preferable, but check. and angus, of course, does not want to tamper with crime scene evidence but he's gotta take something back with him to get tested, to use as proof so they can send another team down here, etc. so he takes the umbrella. and the ding dang skeleton disintegrates. aw man D:

so now he has an umbrella. a lead one case (angus knows all about the door n the rockseeker blood and all that. he had to sit through 45 mins of the rockseekers explaining this to him. but cyrus has got to be behind that door.), a kind of solved second case. at the very least, he can now inform the family what happened to their elf friend and assure them that he will continue to update them as the rockseeker case progresses.

only he can't find them. at all.

this is where the idea gets a little choppy. bc one one hand, i would Love for him to be able to find them before anything else. bc i like confrontation scenes. i did write a lil ficlet on that that we are ignoring for the sake of this ask meme lsdkfsd.

on the other hand, i have a very very vivid image of angus continuing to work on rockseeker case and trying to find the elf woman's family. when that falls through, he makes the rockseeker case his main priority. except that like- this umbrella does not want to leave him alone. the magic department in goldcliff say that it's an umbrastaff which means it's magic. and while angus does not want to tamper with evidence, it's hard when the thing literally rolls after him. it's his Friend now!! he loves it! it throws flames at his enemies!

anyway lskdfsd eventually it gets to a point where the rockseeker family is called in to help open the door- if they want to know where cyrus went, they're gonna have to get in that room. angus has a very uncomfortable adventure with gundren rockseeker and finally, finally the door is open. inside is, as predicted, is cyrus. except he's all burnt up and there's this Glove on his hand. and, again, angus does not like tampering with evidence but this time he doesnt even get to debate his reasons why by gundren is taking the glove and then he's on fire and, yknow, all of that.

jumpcut to angus in phandalin. end of htbg's style, the city goes up in flames, angus hides in the well with his umbrella friend. by the time he gets out, the entire city is just. Gone. n all that's left is the circle of black glass.

this, ofc, leads to a lot of investigations on what the Fuck happened. angus gives the glove a wide berth as he calls in reinforcements. part of me wants to say the militia takes the glove, somehow, but that seems like a mess. i think it's more of them blocking off the area and trying to figure out what the fuck it is, because they all feel the Weird Vibes about it. several people end up banned from the case because they just- want it so bad.

one morning, angus wakes up (im imagining little tents set up around the glassing) to an alarm blaring. there are People trying to steal the glove. angus isn't the toughest lil guy, but he's determined and he's fast, so he's the first to catch up with them. the thieves have this big silver ship that they are racing back, but Angus somehow manages to cut them off. he points the umbrastaff at them and is like "what the FUCK do you think your doing??"

missing person case, now ft. angus mcdonald as the role of Missing Person. turns out these thieves are not above kidnapping if you've got the umbralla that belonged to their long lost family member.

i could go on. i have imagined this so many different ways. i have so many thoughts. this got so long help sldjfsdf

[owlbear33]

thinking about spaceship miniature scales, and like how big miniatures from some of the sci-fi I like are

Star Wars Armada doesn't have even a vaguely consistent scale, it has a vaguely sliding scale, so very big ships are smaller scale than the somewhat smaller ships, and fighters are huge (though that's common, at the scales a lot of capital ships are at fighters would be minuscule)

you get a LAAT/le patrol gunship (way way in front) at 1/53, right up to the Executor at 1/30547, not surprising given that ship is 19 kilometres long

X-wing similarly has a sliding scale, though that only ranges between 1/172 (one of the versions of the Tie Advanced) to 1/456 (the Corellian Corvette)

Dropfleet commander has most ships at 1/9150, a properly tiny scale though fighters are at 1/5000, Dropfleet has some nice minis, but not a great variety of styles with only 5 factions

the ships produced by Brigade Models are probably the ships I look at the most veraciously, coming in at approximately 1/3000 with fighters at 1/1500, I'm given to understand this is quite a common scale for spaceship miniatures

so where does this put some of my fave ships? the Kushan mothership (from homeworld) is at least in-game 2138.1m tall, a miniature of it in 1/3000 would be a little over 70cm tall the various frigates, destroyers and Cruisers in the 3-15cm range (frigates in the 100m ish range, destroyers in the 300ish range, and the heavy cruiser 430m). the small but very useful salvage corvet would have a model 1.22cm long

what of the ships of Schlock Mercenary, it's hard to know quite how big many of that comics ships are, we have measurements for the touch-and-go, 450m at when the Toughs first get hold of it, and in that state, a 1/3000 model would be small at 15cm long, but only 10cm following the remodel after Credomar we also know that the serial Peacemaker is 100m long, easy to convert to a 3.3cm model what about Battleplates, the Tunguska is according to the wiki a triangle (equilateral I assume) each side roughly 8km long, and the plate (so ignoring the annieplants) is a little under a kilometre thick. our model at 1/3000, would be a triangle with each side 2.6m long, and maybe 30cm thick, though most later Battleplates are significantly smaller, they still exist in the multi-kilometre range, I think I now know why Armada uses a sliding scale

it seems that in a lot of sci-fi, the bulk of capital ships keep to a limit of a few hundred metres in length, providing miniatures with lengths in single digits to a small few tens of cm in length, though occasionally ships with measurements in kilometres turn up causing miniature makers to flee

[dodger-chan]

Apparently, this is a gift giving holiday. Well, in that case, have 300ish unedited words that might end up in A Bliss Like This if I can figure out where they fit.

Cut mainly for length, but also for discussion of sex work (humorous discussion, but I know that can be a thing for some people) and crass language.

“So, I was at the Times Square subway station-”

Steve took a cigarette out of his case and stuck it in his mouth. He lit it and took a quick drag before passing it to Eddie.

“I cannot picture you going to tearooms.” God, he was going to spoil her with his good tobacco blend.

“Dressed down, obviously.” Even dressed down, Eddie would bet Steve still looked like a swell. It must have been clear from her expression, because Steve gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t think I was fooling any actual working men. But nobody was looking too close, ya follow?”

“Yeah.” When Eddie was young she’d sometimes gone to tearooms. Usually to be Rikki’s look-out, so she’d had to watch closely for vice cops. But the men there for a quick fuck tried to see as little as possible.

“Anyway, I guess I made my interests clear enough because the guy I went in with wasn’t surprised to get his cock sucked.”

“And even if he was, I can’t imagine he would have been displeased,” Eddie observed. Steve was a skilled and enthusiastic cocksucker. The skill might have come later, but Eddie didn’t think the enthusiasm was new.

"Well, surprised or not, he was pleased enough with it that he tossed me a nickel."

“Horsefeathers.” Eddie could almost believe him.

“On the square.” Steve was grinning. 

“What did you do?”

“Kept it, of course. The guy had a nice suit, looked like some office worker. He could afford the nickel.” Steve reached over and took a drag off Eddie’s cigarette

“Assuming it was anything like tonight, he probably shoulda paid two bits at least.” Steve flushed at the compliment. “And what did you spend it on? Coffee? Oysters?”

“Nothing. Told you, I kept it.” Steve took something out of his bedside table and tossed it to Eddie.

It was an old condom tin. Inside it, wrapped in a bit of tissue, was a nickel. The year 1918 was just barely visible on the Indian’s shoulder.

“If my dad goes through with his threat to give me an office, Robbie says she’ll have it framed so I can display it as the first nickel I ever earned.”

20s glossary:

Tearooms (t-rooms) - public toilets; the one at the Times Square station had a reputation as a place guys could hook up

Swell - rich guy

Horsefeathers - bullshit; nonsense

On the square - telling the truth, honest

Two bits - a quarter; twenty-five cents

[orbees]

I remember when that "guess how many followers I have" ask game was going around everyone guessed I have more followers than I do fnsngnd I have 300ish I just think it looks like it has more cause I'm everyone's reply guy

[actionsurges]

what is ophelia's basic backstory? she was a bride of strahd, yea?

The better question is what ISNT Ophelia’s backstory. The fun thing about Barovia is that if you’re from there you’ve been reincarnating for 550 years with no fucking clue who you used to be 💖

Ophelia’s original backstory when I first made her for a cos game that never got off the ground in 2018 was only a chunk (that I’ve modified since) of what her backstory is now but the original concept was: fantasy catholic lesbian gets turned into a vampire and loses her #chosen one best friend she was in love with and only survives because of her. Now goes on a revenge trip to kill the person that murdered Luce and turned her— Strahd.

So. Parts of that stuck. The big part that’s changed from that is originally Luce was just dead dead and it was a shorter period of time between when the campaign was happening / when ophelia was turned. When i got the chance to play cos again I had decided <3 no happy ending <3 and so i moved some stuff around.

We start playing. And quickly in i start having to change the way I’m thinking about ophelia because of the way i grew as a dnd player and the way i ended up playing her. My DM and I are very good friends and bounce off of each other really well at the table and we quickly realized that whatever the fuck vibe was going on with Ophelia and Strahd after their first interaction was NOT what we thought it was

So, i went “you know what I’ve never thought about besides for the purpose of Luce being back now wherever she is ( I Did Not Know <3)? Reincarnation” so after the second session of cos Ophelia’s backstory had a major patch update.

Current ophelia backstory in the quickest terms is

First Life (550ish) years prior) Ophelia’s family were luthiers, she ran away and joined the militia still fighting Strahd, BAILED because uh, war sucks, and met Luce, a very closed off and frustrated nun in a priory to Lathander, and eventually got executed for desertion. Meeting Ophelia and her execution is what sent Luce down the path of following who she wants to be.

Bride Era (350-300ish? Somewhere in there) Ophelia’s third life, the youngest daughter of the Wachter family with very low prospects, terrible self esteem, and a talent for playing and composing music on the cello. Attracts Strahd’s attention because of their shared love of music, cue whirlwind romance that is totally normal and she ends up marrying Strahd and was with her for 35 years. Luce rolls up, a bold paladin exploring castle Ravenloft, meets Ophelia and basically is like. Girl. Your marriage is fucked. They fall in love. It gets complicated. Luce gets #murdered, Ophelia is reeled into staying with Strahd for a bit after but she becomes increasingly harder to manipulate and eventually they get into an argument where Ophelia is so adamant about leaving, Strahd doesn’t know what to do and pushes her out a window. Goodbye wife!

Sometime in between Luce has a life as St. Andral 🥴

Ward Era (75-80ish years prior) Ophelia and Luce grow up as wards of the Barovian church, close as can be, Luce starts getting that Sunny Sunny Magic and is put under a lot of pressure to succeed but its pressure she’s willing to take. Ophelia cannot seem to form any connection to Lathander no matter how hard she tries and it further effects her sense of self worth. Luce starts traveling with a party of adventurers from outside of Barovia; Ophelia stays in Barovia and is a woodcutter. When they’re about 27-29ish (I’m allergic to solid timelines), Luce’s party is back in Barovia and she tells Ophelia they’re going to Ravenloft to try to kill Strahd lol. Ofc, Ophelia’s not going to let her do that alone. It goes about as well as you think it would— particularly when Strahd sees that its Ophelia and Luce. Luce is disintegrated and Ophelia gets tossed out a window (three pointer!!! 💃🪟) and survives the fall to become a vampire because Luce gave her her holy symbol & cast death ward on her.

Woods era! (50 to current) Ophelia spends a few decades in the woods with absolutely no help trying to figure out navigating being a vampire and is having a fucking terrible time. She didn’t really know exactly how long she had been alone in the woods until she met the party because half of the time she wasn’t really herself. This is when she got her mask : ) that is now shattered : ( / some point in the latter half luce gets reincarnated and has that #divine soul)

Current - ophelia meets the party and gets an anvil dropped on her nearly ever day. She’s doing fine i promise.