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Welcome to the Outer Wilds Geological Survey!

Founders of the Outer Wilds Geological Survey Mohs & Lari

Outer Wilds hosts a story like no other; one that spans eons and is pieced together across planets. However, you may not have noticed the subtler story beneath the one we know and love - the one told through the rocks that paint the world. What rocks occur where, their shapes, colouration, and orientation, can all give an indication to a broader geological history.

Here, we aim to survey the Outer Wilds and explore what the rocks say about mineralogy, volcanic activity, major historical and geological events, and even planetary formation! From the geyser mountains of Timber Hearth, to the labyrinthine caves of Ember Twin, to the floating islands of Giant's Deep - We plan on exploring all major sites of interest and come up with our best explanations of the geology and what it means for the history of the Outer Wilds solar system.

Investigating a collapsed in cave on Ember Twin; The Grove Shard, on Timber Hearth

This blog is run by @merrydock and @dekkiidan. We are both huge fans of geology (huge enough to have studied it and have professional experience in this field!). We just couldn't help but read the rocks of Outer Wilds to see what we could learn, and we hope to share our notes with all of you to inspire you to take a better look at the geology that surrounds you, too!

If you have any questions or comments, or just want to say hi, feel free to reach out! We love Outer Wilds and talking rocks and would be happy to chat. We encourage you to explore our blog on desktop, please utilise the nav-tab and explore to your heart's content!

[makethosenarratorsfight]

UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C

*NOTE; propaganda is out of order due to poll length!

Eugenides Propaganda:

the entire plot hinges on a detail he lets the reader (and every other character) assume is true. I don't want to spoil it because it's a really fun reveal but he is lying from the first second he appears on the page and you can't trust him to tell the full truth about ANYTHING related to himself and his goals. he mostly does it to keep his advantage and not have other characters be suspicious of him but it's just so fun when you realise he's been lying the whole time

Harrowhark Propaganda:

She gave herself a lobotomy and gives completely incorrect flashbacks to the previous book. Things that straight up did not happen. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss.

She’s schizophrenic (confirmed by the author) and also lives in a world with necromancy and ghostly revenants. She’s not just an unreliable narrator for readers, she’s an unreliable narrator of her own internal experience. She knows this and has to work with people around her to compensate for it. Descent into spoilerville below. Seriously Do Not Read if you want to read these books. There’s also the little matter about how she is *not actually the narrator* of a huge chunk of the story that we are initially led to believe is being told from her perspective.

(Spoilers) Holy shit she is THE most unreliable narrator. This gremlin gave herself a lobotomy so that she could forget about Gideon Nav, the most important person in her life (for magic soul-preserving reasons) so half of the second book in the series is spent gaslighting the reader about a book they just read. She comes up with an entire alternate version of the events of the first book in the series to carefully exclude any mentions of Gideon, and any time someone says ‘Gideon’ in front of her she LITERALLY has a stroke and/or an intercranial hemorrhage as her brain overwrites the word with someone else’s name. God occasionally intentionally triggers her memory revision to get out of difficult conversations. She also hallucinates ALL the time (unrelated to the lobotomy). She shows up at her frenemy’s room in the middle of the night (think little kid stumbling to their parents’ room and saying “I frew up”) to ask her to come check underneath her bed for the corpse that’s been wandering the space station. When frenemy checks underneath the bed, frenemy claims not to see anything, and Harrow is such an unbelievably unreliable narrator that it’s an open question in the fandom as to whether frenemy genuinely didn’t see the corpse or if frenemy was just yanking Harrow’s chain. Harrow is also haunted by a literal ghost that fucks up her already fucked up alternate history. Girlie will pick up a piece of paper and read from it the most violent and haunting piece of prose ever composed, when in reality all that’s written on the paper is the elementary school Superman S*. I am NOT joking that is a real goddamn scene. Harrow was created to win this poll. TLDR; she has brain damage and memory loss, she hallucinates, and is also haunted. * https://twitter.com/vestenet/status/1301012651145859072

Girl is so unreliable, she unreliably tells me events I was there for!!! She's retelling the previous book and I'm like "girlie, this is absolutely not how it happened". Also, she gave herself a DIY lobotomy, it has to impact your memory center I guess

She literally had a lobotomy, how can she be reliable

More Propaganda under cut!

Harrowhark is simply the unreliable narrator of all time. Can’t remember shit because of a lifetime of trauma? Check. Maybe lying to yourself and those around you a bit? Most definitely. Being gaslit by the survivors you depend on to orient you to reality? For sure. How about a little bit of canon schizophrenia? She’s got it all. Ghosts? Or something? Spirits that are attached in some way to your body and are not perceivable by others? Sure, sure! But how about spirits that are attached in some way to your body and are gonna use you to hijack others’ bodies and maybe kill God, too? Absolutely. Wee bit of DIY brain surgery? If it would make you an unreliable narrator, friends, then Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been there, been subjected to that!

Okay I don't know that much about this series since I haven't convinced myself to read all of the first book, but this is my blorbo in law so I'd feel bad not spreading propaganda (all of what I'm saying is something I've read, as to prevent myself from straight up submitting misinformation). So all of Harrow's unreliable narration takes place in the second book, Harrow the Ninth. Basically, without her even seemingto acknowledge it, Harrow's brain is very fucked up during this book, to the point where even she's not sure how reliable her narrative is. There's many questions left unclear as a result of her fucked up little brain, like what's real, what's fake, whether we can trust her judgement, whether even she can trust her own judgement, whether her original cavalier is dead or not (Harrow is convinced she is), etc. Let me tell you, I adore unreliable narrators who aren't even that sure if they're reliable. I have yet to eat that trope up here in this circumstance, but this poll might not run again by the time I do, so for now, here's my messed up blorbo in law.

OKAY SO REMEMBER MY GIDEON SUBMISSION? HARROW DOESN’T! SPOILERS AHEAD BECAUSE SHE LOBOTOMIZED HERSELF TO FORGET GIDEON BECAUSE THAT’S A HEALTHY WAY TO GRIEVE AND THEN IN THE ONLY PARTS OF HER BOOK THAT SHE NARRATES (THE REVISED CANAAN HOUSE PARTS) IT’S LITERALLY A ROOM FULL OF GHOSTS HER BRAIN SUMMONED TO DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT SHE CUT HER BRAIN IN HALF TO FORGET GIDEON. she also is a) haunted and b) psychotic, experiencing hallucinations her entire life of both the ghosts haunting her and less supernatural hallucinations- bells tolling, bones rattling, her parents (some of the only dead people NOT haunting her), etc! in the revised history of canaan house that her brainghosts invent, she brings along someone who knows about her psychosis to help reality check her when she tells him go! her caregiver as a child and support when she got older, crux, is a horrible man- but at one point, when someone other than harrow is in harrow’s body and tells him “i am not harrowhark, i am sorry,” his response is simply “aye, you’ve said that before too. who are you then, if not my lady harrowhark?” showing his familiarity with her psychosis and his love for the child he wouldn’t dare see as a daughter. but enough about that lets talk about her unreliable narration! she lies about her feelings of course but she also simply hides the truth from everyone, all the time, compulsively. also literally the entire section of her book that she narrates is a lie she’s telling US about a lie she’s telling HERSELF and no one understands even a little bit of the truth until like the last act of the book. queen.

[ignylinn]

RE: TLT and catholicism

You know those churches in the Netherlands who ertr sold and now are public buildings , faculties or shops and services ? If you entered them you might not notice their previous use at all but it's very easy to recognize it you're used to churches. There's the nav, the altar, the orientation and of course the shape and the places where the saints and images used to be .

The Locked Tomb Universe is kinda like this . Gaius, a former catholic, created his "religion" based on the rites and imagery he knew but devoid of all the substance of it ... or almost all since the resurrection for them is also a huge point even if it's not The Ressurection we know of .

He got his saints, and the prayers ,and the rites, and specially for the readers who see it from the perspective of the Ninth, even a Holy Mother , that for them is Alecto. In HtN John explicitly says in a way she's everyone's mother .

Lastly Harrowhark devotion for her church and the Body and said Mother resonates a lot with so many catholics including me. Specially by the end of Nona after she has learned the truth about Gaius and decided she was still a daughter of the Ninth and went in search of God by herself after letting the pretender behind .

So yeah, in summary, it's the imagery and Harrowhark devotion and faith that makes these books so Catholic at least for me.

Thank you!

So, the answer turend into some rambling, but anyway)

Yes, I totally agree that John just used imagery he knew to create whatever it was he created without any substance to it. I am not sure whether it is right to call this cultural appropriation, but I guess it is. John appropriated everything, so)

Anyway, I often see familiar Christian/Catholic symbols with wrong denotation in this day and age, so I just thought "aha, here we go again" and stopped thinking about it. I mean, there is an in-universe explanation for this, which I like a lot, but still.

Also, apart from the Ninth House and the Locked Tomb cult I do not remember any forms of organized religion, theology, I do not see genuine religious feeling in anyone but Harrowhark. And as far as I understand, Anastasia was the nun, so it seems fair that she was able to create a genuine religion in the Ninth House. (I mean, their memories were erased, but it looks like personalities, body memories, perhaps sunconscious remained).

And to summarize answers I received, Harrowhark is a Catholic character. I have read the arguments, and yes, I agree. I applied her worldview to my earlier experiences in the Church, and I see similarities.

Thank you again for sharing your personal feelings, I really appreciate that.

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Hello ! we were answering the questions and realized it was sounding a lot like The Lively Navigator from The Season of Flight in Sky COTL [ my second fave season anyway ] so uhhh we hope it's ok that they ended up being an introject of that as well . If this is not what you wanted just go ahead and I can make another one for you !! /gen

Your patience has been much appreciated , may the stars guide you onwards .

《 Name[s]: Wyn , Skye , Lark , The Navigator , Oriel , Sterling , Bireo , Aether 

《 Nickname[s]: Nav , Navi , Ori , Bibi , Aeth

《 Age[s]: ageless spirit // acts around mid twenties

《 Role[s]: Crisis Navigator , Hobbyist , Responder

《 3rd Person Pronouns [e.g. she/her]: they/them , flight/flights , cape/capes , wind/wind , feather/feathers , ae/aem , wing/wings , comp/compass , goggle/goggles , it/its , puff/puffs , ey/em , bell/bells , chime/chimes , bird/birds , wave/waves , manta/mantas , sae/saem , dae/daem , cloud/clouds , sun/suns , island/islands , day/dream , ☁️/☁️s , 🪶/🪶s , ☀️/☀️s , 🪽/🪽s 

《 Gender[s]: Libranonbinary , Skymantic , Morningsungender , Etherian

《 Sexuality / Orientation: Panromantic , Asexual , Demiromantic , T4T

《 Source [if applicable]: Sky COTL - Season of Flight [ Llively Navigator ]

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《 Likes: flying , birds , mantas , mornings , clear skies , clouds , the cold , being outside , helping others find their way , trinkets , cloud-gazing , wind chimes , bells , safety , competition , teaching beings

《 Dislikes: fog , rainy days , being put on the spot , isolation , being inside for too long / small confined spaces , bright colors / neons

《 Violence Level: 1 [sometimes 2]

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《 Extra: Character building Questions

- How do they display affection? Ae struggle with showing affection , but when they do it’s shown by being protective over that being , letting them win or being less competitive , and rambling about flying / navigation / birds / etc. . - Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? Skye has to take considerable amounts of time to make decisions because cloud finds the need to think about all possible outcomes . - What is their greatest fear? Their greatest fear is being forgotten / fading away from others memories and messing up in front of others . - How do they treat people better off than them? Though manta tries to show everyone equal respect and kindness , they find themselves intimidated and generally annoyed , making em act harsher and try to get out of the interaction .  - What were they like as a child? As a child The Navigator was sociable and friendly yet often spent time focusing on learning and perfecting skills. They also ended up teaching wings friends about navigation , safety , and aeroplanes .  - Did they grow up rich or poor? Wyn grew up not dirt poor but not enough to live comfortably , it partially taught bell resilience and gratitude but mostly it had them focus on non-expensive hobbies to pass time and distract emself from eir situation . - What is their favourite song? Blue Jay by Sparkbird and Stephan Nance - favorite artist - Sparkbird - What is their favourite day of the week? Wednesday + Sunday

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[drawingdroid]

The Unknown Regions IV

A Din Djarin x Fem Plus Size Reader Fic

Summary: You, a soft astrophysicist, meet the hardened Mandalorian in less-than-ideal circumstances. Your abilities will lead to you crossing the galaxy together in search of his green son.

Read Chapter 1 | Read Chapter 2 | Read Chapter 3

This chapter is rated +18! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: Expect conversations about weight, body dysmorphia and internalised fatphobia that may be triggering, so read at your own discretion; reader is AFAB and user she/her pronouns; no use of y/n; smut; the bucket stays on; naked female clothed male; hurt and comfort; Sad Din :(

Word count: 3,745

A/N: Din and you have a misunderstanding and actually talk openly about it like ADULTS! I love fiction!!! Finally, smut is here dear readers, I hope you enjoy it. I've struggled like crazy to write this chapter bc smut felt forced and I wanted a smoooth transition. I am not super happy with the result, but hey, I need to know when to let go. I've been thinking this would be interesting from Din's pov too, lemme know what you think. And yes, I know I don't respond to any comments I love reading them but anxiety kills me when I hit reply! I'm so sorry!!!

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You were so focused on your calculations that you didn't notice Din observing you. Leaning against the doorframe casually, the bounty hunter had his gaze fixated on you. He was stealthy for such a big man, so when his gloved hand gently touched your shoulder your heart skipped a beat.

“¡Mando!” You jumped from your seat. He immediately retrieved his touch as if he had been burnt.

“Sorry I…I didn't want to startle you.”

He looked so uncomfortable right now you felt bad for him. Well, had seemed uncomfortable around you for the two weeks you had been travelling together, so that wasn’t new. You were sure your presence around the ship had prevented him from relaxing at all. It was normal, its size had you clashing with each other all the time and it didn’t provide any privacy. And the Razor Crest, you have learnt, was also his home. Well, his and Grogu's.

He told you about the little one a night he was being especially silent. The moon you had stopped at looked inhabited and arid. He commented it was similar to Arvala-7, the planet where he found the child. After that, you listened while he spoke about how he met his son. His beautiful voice was full of pain and you ended up offering your hand for relief and support. He was hesitant but ended up accepting your warm touch.

Since then, casual physical contact had been a constant between you. With the days passing, you grew bolder with it, no longer squishing yourself to prevent your bodies from touching in the tight space of the Crest, and more like rubbing your plush body against his armour. A friendly hand on his shoulder, his on the small of your back. Therere were brief moments that made your heart flutter at the contact.

The truth was that living together had only made your initial attraction to him grow: observing such a mighty warrior performing the little tasks of day-to-day life was somewhat endearing. The things you could learn about someone just by looking at them at their little routines were incredible. You realized he was a methodical, goal-oriented man, and although he looked serious he did things like speaking with his ship when you wouldn't notice. He was also very caring, not only about Grogu but also his covert, the name he used to refer to the other Mandalorians he lived among. And he had the highest respect for his culture and his creed, something you really admired about him. Every day, you hoped he admired you back, too.

“Don’t worry about it, I tend to become so self-absorbed when I work I forget my surroundings.” You fidgeted nervously with your hair, feeling the burn of his gaze, until his visor shifted to the nav system. “Oh, I calculated the coordinates for the final jump and double-checked them. It’ll take around 30 standard hours to arrive there.” 

Since you were travelling towards uncharted space, you couldn’t just jump to the planet, even though you knew the coordinates it was reckless without knowing the obstacles you could possibly meet, so it was more sensible to do it on shorter jumps.

“Let me check.” Mando leaned towards the console, supporting himself in his strong arms. You hoped your gasp at his sudden closeness wasn’t too audible.

“Are you doubting my calculations?” You meant to sound sassy but your voice came shaky. He was too close, hovering over you while checking the route. If your body wasn’t covered due to the cold of outer space, he could have noticed the goosebumps his proximity provoked.

“You can't drive a ship.” He deadpanned. You didn't feel bad about his affirmation, it was a fact. You had never had the opportunity to learn.

“I know my numbers, Mando.” You retorted, confident in your ability. He stared at you while you tried to remain unbothered. The truth was that the banter and his physical closeness had you a little flushed.  His gaze finally left you to resume checking the panel and you rolled your eyes, although you understood his doubts. After all, his child and his ship were at stake 

“This is flawless.” He admitted after a while, turning his helmet to you again.”Good job.” You opened your eyes widely at the praise and observed his muscular frame towering over you. His beskar looked beautiful, reflecting the starry space. He looked beautiful.

“I’m happy to help in any way I can.” You responded in a small voice, swallowing hard. 

Neither of you moved for a while and you sighed involuntarily.  With how close you were, you could just lean on him as you had been longing to do. To be embraced by his big arms. He sighed, his visor not leaving your frame. You wondered if he felt the pull too. He had to. The magnetic field was just too strong.

“Mando…” He shifted his position, coming even closer to you. You could observe your doe-eyed reflection in his Beskar helmet. He raised his gloved hand and reached for your round shoulder again. This time his touch was gentler than ever and his orange thumb caressed your clothed skin. Mouth dry, you wondered what would his next step be.

“I need…my seat to make the jump.” 

The spell broke. Your brain was not computing. You swore you could die right there from the embarrassment. Of course, you were sitting on the pilot's chair. He only wanted your fat ass to move. And you thought you were having a moment. What an idiot, fantasizing about embracing him or whatever, when he only wanted to resume the trip to get to his son as soon as possible.

Clumsily, you stood up, your face hot with embarrassment. Inevitably, your bodies rubbed in the tiny space. You were a big woman, he was practically on you and the cockpit wasn’t precisely ample.

“Of course.” 

The feeling was all-consuming and you rushed towards the sliding door, abandoning the cockpit in a heartbeat. You couldn’t see how a very confused Mando observed you leaving, asking himself how he had offended you.

Tears of embarrassment stained your cheeks when you managed to curl inside the bunk. Mando had been so kind to let you sleep there, and you had been loving it. The first night you couldn't help yourself and used your fingers to make you cum three times. His masculine fragrance was everywhere. It was like being embraced by him and your imagination was an overactive one. 

But now, having his scent kriffing everywhere wasn’t helping to deflect the feeling of rejection that had taken you. Why were you being like this? Of course, it wasn’t the first time you were turned down. Or the tenth. By now, you should be used to it. But nevertheless, it hurt a lot. 

All your life, you were always the clever, bright friend. The daughter who didn’t cause trouble. The gentle and caring one. But you were never called beautiful. Even by your romantic partners. They may say things about how they loved your “fat ass” or “big tits” but this didn’t make you feel pretty but just objectified, and especially, not truly seen as a sentient being. The worst of your male companions even complained about your size and how they weren’t able to manhandle you as they would have done with a smaller woman. You knew this was rooted in their deepest insecurities and how being perceived as smaller than their partner affected their self-esteem... But what about yours?

The truth was that Mando’s gesture (or lack of it) hadn’t been so hurtful, but the stream of memories it triggered, and now you found yourself sobbing under his sheets. When you felt the familiar blow of entering hyperspace, you only hoped that he remained in the cockpit and let you hide for the rest of the trip. But he didn’t.

First, you heard the familiar footsteps coming down from the ladder. He cleared his throat and then knocked softly at the bunk's door. Your blood froze.

“Hey I'm…I'm sorry.” You could clearly hear these weren't words he said often or lightly. A knot formed in your stomach but the tears stopped.

“It 's okay.” You responded with a raspy voice from the crying.

“No, I shouldn't have doubted your route. You're the professional.”

You couldn't decide between bursting into laughter or crying again. He was clueless, wasn't he? Maybe you could just roll with that and hide your true feelings. It was a good opportunity and it’ll save you from an uncomfortable moment. But you weren't the kind of person to do that.

“Mando, do you really think I'm mad because of that?” A pensive hum was his only response.

The bunk's door opened and a very confused warrior appeared right in front of you. Your eyes were red but your smile was bright. You felt your heart hammering inside your chest. He looked so helpless, all his self-assurance gone because of your tears. You sighed, gathering the courage to speak.

“In the cockpit, there was a moment when you were very close to me...” Mando immediately stiffened.

“I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable because of that. I thought…” His voice was strained through the modulator. You shook your head.

“I'm the one who misunderstood the situation, Mando.” You stared at him but it was clear his metal head wasn't computing. “ You were almost all over me. I thought something was going to happen. Between us.” You had to clarify.

The gears inside the helmet started turning and finally, you could see those broad shoulders relax a bit.

“You expected…you wanted something to happen between us?” He asked using your own words. You bit your lip unsure, but you were already too far gone to stop this.

“Yes Mando, I really like you and what happened in the cockpit made me feel rejected. That's why I was mad.” This time you tried to explain yourself clearly as you didn't want more misunderstandings, even though your skin felt like molten lava. Mando remained silent for a while, shifting his weight and finally took a step towards the bunk, putting a hand against the frame of the door.

“Why would I reject you?” 

“What?” It wasn't possible you had heard that right.

“You've understood me perfectly.” His voice turned darker and commanding. You swallowed at the sudden change of demeanour. 

“I don't know. Many have rejected me before. It made sense.” You felt vulnerable and hugged your knees trying to appear smaller unconsciously. Opening up about your fear of rejection wasn't in your plans today. “Where I come from, being overweight is frowned upon.” You added in a small voice, ashamed of your feelings.

“Di’kute!” He grunted the foreign word, audibly angry. To your surprise, he sat next to you inside the cot and grabbed your hand. “You're a gorgeous woman, mesh’la. They were bantha fodder if they couldn't appreciate you.”

It may have been your already sensitive state, but tears came again to you. His faceless stare burnt you, as well as his body heat inside the tiny space. But he continued with the praise without letting go of your hand.

“Where I come from fat is a good signal. It means health, and strength. Extra padding in battle.” You giggled but he was serious. “It's synonymous with peace and not living off ration bars. It means giving birth to healthy younglings.” He added the last point in a raspier voice and you stopped breathing thinking about the meaning behind those words. 

“Mando…”

“Come here mesh’la.” You didn't recognise the last word but obeyed and the next moment you were in his lap. “Can I touch you?” His voice sounded kinder this time, less commanding. Your heart was going to explode.

“Please.” 

And then his hands were all over you. Tracing the outline of your curves, grabbing the supple flesh of your tights, grazing over your generous bust. The touch was so intoxicating, passionate but slow, as if he wanted desperately to memorize your shape.

“Your body is precious, I'll put a hole between the eyes of whoever made you feel the opposite.” You had never felt aroused by violence, but Mando's voice whispering that in your ear made things to you. It felt so hot inside the bunk by then you felt the necessity to get rid of your clothing. Nevertheless, in spite of Mando's praise, you doubted when you grabbed the hem of your tunic. He sensed your hesitancy. “Are you gonna show me that beautiful armour padding?”

You giggled, amused by how playful he became in bed, and finally removed the piece of clothing. His sharp breath was everything you needed to hear.

“Like what you see Mando?” You teased, discarding the tunic and feeling a bit more confident because of his reaction. While he was a victim of a momentary paralysis, you took your chance to caress his biceps where any armour protected his skin. He was as hard as Beskar there and you thought this warrior could be the first to actually manhandle you. That thought only contributed to the heat growing in your centre dangerously.

“Dank Farrik I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you after this.” His voice sounded pained behind the vocoder while he appreciated your soft body.

“Then don’t.” You coed, and then guided his hands to your breasts that were spilling from your bra dangerously. Mando exhaled loudly as if all the tension he had been holding the last weeks was released. His gloved thumbs found your nipples fast, the stiff material feeling so good against your sensitive peaks. “Don’t be afraid, you can be rougher with them.”

Mando actually moaned at your honeyed words and you couldn’t name a more heavenly sound. He explored your tits with devotion, giving them all the attention in the world until your nipples couldn’t be harder and your breathing more agitated. But then, after some time hovering over his legs, yours started to feel numb from sustaining the position so you had to move a bit to feel your muscles again.

“Sorry, my legs went numb.” You excused yourself, but in a heartbeat, his hands shifted to your plush hips and you got the hint. 

“Sit.”

“I’ll crush you.” Looking away, your previous self-confidence cracked a bit after his petition. You were too heavy, he will be uncomfortable and then…

“I carry bounties three times my weight for a living.” With the cocky affirmation, he interrupted your racing thoughts before spiralling. “I’ll be okay.”

You haven’t seen him in action yet, but the image of the Mandalorian manoeuvring a bounty out of pure strength made you shiver, yielding to his command. But you wouldn’t drown without dragging him with you.

“Stars woman!” He grunted when your clothed cunt made contact with his bulge. Not satisfied enough with that, you rolled your hips a couple of times to torture him further. Your plan backfired, as it provoked both of you to moan in unison.

“You wanted me…to sit.” You sassed between laboured breaths. Mando growled in response, but his hands travelled to your behind until they were grabbing a handful of your round ass.

“Do you know where else I’d want you to sit?” His voice was raspier than ever, the desire on it crystal clear to you. He really wanted you.

“Mando!” This playful side of him was unexpected but you were loving every moment of it. He took advantage of his leverage to move you impossibly closer to him, making you squirm when your sensitive nipples touched the colder beskar of his cuirass. Your hands snaked around his thick neck and you found yourself completely squished against your huge warrior. His erection felt so hot and hard between your legs that your cunt only grew wetter and wetter, making you wonder if he could notice. Then he started to move and soon you were moaning in the crook of his neck, grinding like a loth-cat in heat.

“Please mesh’la, let me make you feel as good as you deserve.” All the cockiness of his tone was done when he asked you with the most laboured breathing. His hands started caressing your spine and back rolls and you were a puddle in his strong arms. 

“Let me…let me get up to remove my pants.” He indeed let you, but his hands didn´t, and while you stood to remove the last of your clothes, he continued exploring your body completely mesmerized. “Mando, I can’t undress if you don’t put your hands away!” You giggled standing on the threshold of the bunk waiting for him to realize. His helmet turned up to look at you then as if he was weighing his possibilities.

“Allow me to undress you, please.” The tone of his plead made you shiver and your cunt walls spasm. Your noded suddenly shy and the next moment he was on his knees unfastening your boots. Maker, what a sight.

When he finished with your footwear, he removed your shocks and started caressing your ankles, going up your calves painfully slowly until he finally reached the waistband of your pants. By then, you were shivering out of pure anticipation. But he still took the time to discard first your pants leaving you in your soaked underwear. He stopped and removed his hands for you to your surprise. Maybe he was having second thoughts? Maybe he didn’t like what he saw?

Your thoughts didn’t spiral for long, as Mando started removing his gloves still kneeling at your feet. Your eyes went wide: it was the first time you saw any of his skin. Gloves finally apart, you could appreciate it was a beautiful hue of gold before his thumbs were hooked in your panties. Without seeing his expression, you could feel the reverence in every touch Of his. It was like you were something holy and he was praying at your shrine. Then it hit you: this wasn’t just a fuck for both of you. This will change things.

“You’re drenched mesh’la.” The last piece of clothing was finally removed and his curious hands didn’t take long to open the folds of your glistening cunt. You looked away a bit embarrassed but he assured you. “You’re so beautiful and soft I can't help myself but...”

Then he did the most surprising thing. With his fingers covered with your slick, he went to the inferior part of his helmet and made disappear. He yas kriffing tasting you.

“Dank Farrik and you taste heavenly too.” Things became fast in a moment. He suddenly stood up in all his imposing height, totally covered in contrast with your nakedness, grabbed your but and in a heartbeat was lifting you from the floor. You squirmed in surprise, your legs rapidly snaking around his tapered waist, feeling all the whole glory of his erection against your pussy. He then turned in his heels and laid you in his bed delicately. But you weren’t playing tame anymore.

“Mando, I need you please.” Your plea was accompanied by a roll of your hips against the bulge on his pants, and you moaned at the sensation of the harsh fabric against the sensitive skin there. Mando grunted at the contact and obeyed you, removing his crossbody ammo belt. You continued the grinding while he battled with the straps of his hip belt, pleasuring yourself against his hard cock, until the leather piece full of pouches hit the ground with a loud thud. 

Finally, his hot hands were all over you again and he leaned over your body. But then, he froze in place. You looked at him quizzically when you heard something metallic rolling on the floor. Maybe something important? Maker, you knew he kept bombs on the belt…

“Wait,” he said, leaving you naked in the bunk where you experienced the worst ten seconds of your life thinking you were going to be blown away before having sex with the Mandalorian. But his absence was brief, and he returned with a spherical object between his golden fingers. Something you didn’t recognize at all.

“Is it a bomb?” You asked clueless. He chucked but there was something off about it. 

“It’s from a lever in the cockpit.” You sighed in relief knowing your life or his weren’t in danger. Noticing how he wouldn’t stop looking at the metal ball, you knew he wasn’t okay. Finding your tuning between the mess of sheets and blankets, you put it on and sat on the edge of the cot. You didn’t feel annoyed because the intimate moment was interrupted: it was clear something was disturbing him.

“Hey, Mando, look at me.” You asked, holding his bare wrists most delicately. He flinched at the contact and you noticed his pulse was derailed. Then he looked at you like he had just noticed you were there and started apologising.

“I’m so sorry I…” It looked like he didn’t even know how to start explaining himself. You’ll say he sounded even embarrassed.

“It’s okay, I’m not upset. We don’t have to continue if you don’t feel like it.” His shoulders slumped and his gaze fixated again on the ball. And then you noticed, by the light shivering of his torso. He was crying. Your heart broke in a thousand pieces. “Come here, baby.”  You cooed, opening your arms to the Mandalorian, hoping you could offer some relief to whatever he was experiencing. 

To your surprise, he fell to his knees again and then sank his helmet into your lap. His shoulders were convulsing more visibly now and your chest hurt for him. You started caressing the back of his neck, hoping it felt soothing for him, and remained like that for a while.

“I’ve got you baby.”

You didn’t know how much time it passed with Mando sobbing against your tunic and you doing your best to make him feel better, but after a while, it looked like he was calmer.

“I already lost him once.” His voice was coarse from crying, and even though the lack of context you knew immediately he was referring to Grogu.

“We’ll find him and take him home, Mando.” You responded softly, feeling something warm spread inside you and not stopping for a second your caresses.

“Din.” He finally unburied his head from your lap and looked at you. “My name is Din Djarin.”

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[tiffany6lue]

In honor of the love below series teaser dropping tonight, I think it’s time to formally introduce myself. To new and familiar faces, I am Honey Maguire ( waaay more Gigi than Lizzie, of course ). I am a writer, author, curator … and everything in between. There is no need for this post to be even more drawn out than it already is so under the cut, you’ll find out some more information about who I am, what I do, and what to expect from @thelovebelowseries .

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞. ꨄ

❛ All the money in the world couldn’t even amount to a teaspoon of 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 when it melts in your mouth. ❜

🏹. ALL ABOUT HONEY MAGUIRE.

✮ WHO IS HONEY MAGUIRE?

Alias. ━━━ Honey Maguire ( Honey Leoni ) .

Age + Zodiac. ━━━ Twenty5 + Aquarius .

Occupation. ━━━ Author / Writer + Budtender .

Timezone. ━━━ Eastern Standard Time .

Ethnicity. ━━━ African-American .

Sexuality. ━━━ Bisexual .

NAV. discord ( # TIFFANY6LUE ). playlist. pinterest.

✮ WHAT EXACTLY IS TIFFANY6LUE?

About. ━━━ TIFFANY6LUE is the sultry digital sanctuary of Honey Maguire, the bold and evocative mind behind The Love Below Novel Series. Equal parts personal diary, creative playground, and cultural moodboard, this tumblr blog pulses with late-night confessions, behind-the-scenes peeks into the world of Monroe Crest, and the raw, unfiltered musings of a woman who writes like she lives—sensually, stylishly, and on her own terms. Expect moody R&B loops, vintage e r o t i c a aesthetics, soft-lit selfies, black femme iconography, and sneak previews of steamy scenes and character backstories. TIFFANY6LUE is where the velvet pages of fiction blur into real-life inspiration—dripping in lust, layered in legacy, and always a little dangerous.

Purpose. ━━━ To create a clearer connection between readers and the author, I decided to separate the personal content from the novel-related material. As someone who is highly detail-oriented and a bit of a perfectionist, it was important for me to establish a dedicated space solely focused on the novel series and reader feedback. This distinction allows those interested in the story to engage with it directly, without needing to navigate through unrelated or miscellaneous blog posts.

NAV. aesthetics. answered. inspiration. thoughts.

🏹. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS.

✮ WHAT IS THE LOVE BELOW?

About. ━━━ The Love Below is a sultry, emotionally charged urban contemporary romance and e r o t i c a series set in the heart of Monroe Crest, a fast-rising, culturally vibrant city hailed as The New Black Mecca. Here, ambition is currency, desire simmers just beneath the surface, and love—messy, liberating, consuming love—is always close enough to touch but never quite in control. At the center of this character-driven saga is a fiercely bonded sisterhood of four dynamic African-American women, each carving out her own empire while navigating the highs and heartbreaks of modern Black womanhood. Each book in the series peels back the layers of their lives—through lovers that ignite obsession, secrets that threaten everything, and a city that’s as seductive as it is unforgiving. Beneath the glitz of Monroe Crest’s elite lounges, luxury brownstones, and power circles lies The Love Below—a metaphor for the rawest places within us all where love, sex, ambition, and vulnerability collide.

Inspiration. ━━━ The Love Below draws its inspiration from a rich tapestry of iconic Black storytelling that celebrates sensuality, sisterhood, and unapologetic ambition. Echoing the erotic boldness of Zane’s S E X Chronicles, the series doesn't shy away from the raw, intimate explorations of desire and power. It channels the timeless camaraderie and wit of Living Single and Girlfriends, the millennial self-discovery and vulnerability found in Insecure and Sistas, and the stylish, contemporary backdrop of Harlem. The grit, glamour, and emotional complexity of P-Valley and All The Queen’s Men also inform the world of Monroe Crest—where the nightlife is electric, the stakes are high, and every woman is both a lover and a force. Blending eroticism with emotional truth, The Love Below is a love letter to Black women owning their stories, bodies, and power on their own terms.

Fanfiction Elements. ━━━ With visual readers in mind, myself included, The Love Below series walks the fine line between original fiction and fanfiction. While the series is, at its core, an urban contemporary romance novel, it carries some of the immersive, character-driven elements often found in fanfiction. To help bring the story to life and enhance the interactive experience, I’ve assigned faceclaims to each of the characters. These serve as visual references for readers who enjoy putting a face, or image, to the characters they’re engaging with. With that being said, I wholeheartedly encourage readers who prefer to use their imagination to continue doing so. The faceclaims are simply a fun, creative addition—think of them as part of a fictional casting call. I'm always open to hearing how readers envision the characters themselves; your interpretations are just as valid and valued.

NAV. meet the ladies. the love below novel blog. the teaser.

✮ WHAT SETS THE SERIES APART FROM OTHERS?

More Than A Novel. ━━━ The Love Below Series is crafted for readers who crave feel-good stories with irresistible charm and addictive twists. Inspired by some of my favorite television shows, this series features multiple points of view from our main characters—and occasionally, supporting ones—woven into each chapter. While many multi-POV books alternate perspectives by chapter, The Love Below takes a different approach. We aim to deliver a dynamic, comedy-drama/sitcom-style experience that allows readers to stay connected to each woman’s journey in real time, even when their paths diverge.

Interactive Character Hub. ━━━ “Step into their world, not just the story.” The Interactive Character Hub is your all-access digital portal into the lives, lies, and late-night confessions of The Love Below’s leading ladies. Ask them anything. Catch the hottest gossip. Scroll through their social feeds. This isn’t just a story—it’s a living, breathing universe where characters talk back, receipts drop in real time, and nothing stays secret for long. You can read more about that here.

✮ WHAT EXACTLY IS AN INTERACTIVE CHARACTER HUB?

Chat With Your Fav Character. ━━━ “Got questions? They've got answers—sometimes with shade.” Readers will be able to drop their burning questions into the askbox and get answers straight from the characters themselves. Whether it’s Estelle’s legal finesse, Chantel’s sex-positive power plays, Naomi’s spiritual unraveling, or Kimbella’s post-divorce glow-up, nothing is off limits (unless they leave you on read).

Latest Gossip Updates. ━━━ “If the streets are talking, we’re listening.” This is where whispered rumors, scandalous sightings, and messy receipts come to light. From DMs gone public to side-eye at Sunday brunch, every piece of gossip mentioned in the series gets its own full post—complete with context, speculation, and clapbacks.

Latest Social Media Posts. ━━━ Scroll through curated Instagram posts, tweets, and text threads as seen (or hinted at) in the series. From Naomi’s cryptic story posts to Chantel’s thirst traps, Estelle’s carefully filtered vacation pics, and Kimbella’s late-night playlist drops—this is where you see the girls how they want the world to see them.

Worldbuilding. ━━━ “This isn’t just a story—it’s a whole damn ecosystem.” Honey isn’t just writing characters—she’s building a world rich with rhythm, secrets, and soul. The Love Below and Monroe Crest were crafted with obsessive detail, emotional depth, and cultural reverence. Every district has a history. Every club has a code. Every woman has a past worth peeling back. This series is a living, breathing love letter to Black complexity, sensuality, and survival. You don’t just read it—you move through it.

✮ WHAT IS MONROE CREST?

About. ━━━ Monroe Crest is a thriving, culturally magnetic urban enclave located somewhere in the American South—nestled between the artistic pulse of Atlanta, the coastal cool of Savannah, and the historic depth of New Orleans. With its roots in Black excellence, political rebellion, and sensual reinvention, Monroe Crest has evolved into a glittering mosaic of ambition, art, and unapologetic Black identity. It’s where Southern charm meets cosmopolitan heat—equal parts soul food, sex clubs, and startup brunches.

Background. ━━━ Monroe Crest is a city born from survival and defiance. Originally an unmarked refuge whispered among Black families fleeing post-Reconstruction terror, it was founded in 1872 by formerly enslaved people led by the visionary Alma Monroe. Built on disputed, overlooked land, the settlement became a bastion of Black resilience—home to underground schools, radical thinkers, and cultural pioneers. Over generations, it transformed from a hidden haven into a bold epicenter of Black excellence, creativity, and rebellion. By the 1980s, Monroe Crest pulsed with new energy—an electrifying blend of spiritual roots and sensual revolution, where places like The Love Below embodied the city’s spirit: seductive, defiant, and deeply free.

Concept. ━━━ Monroe Crest was developed with the immersive storytelling potential of The Sims in mind. Created as the foundation for The Love Below Series, this fictional city serves as a rich backdrop for both narrative depth and character evolution. While the early chapters center on the lives of our four leading women, the broader vision of the series is to gradually expand the focus to include the dynamic individuals who shape, challenge, and support them. This approach not only keeps the story engaging, but also allows for expansive, nuanced worldbuilding. Much like our beloved television series, The Love Below Series and Monroe Crest will invite readers into the lives of those often overlooked—ensuring that every voice has the chance to be heard.

[talebytale]

rome flynn, sexual, cis male + he/him → isn’t that naveen etienam? i hear that they're prince naveen from the princess and the frog. i hear they’re 32. they seem to be charming & generous, but also hedonistic & vain. their aesthetics include charming smiles and dazzling eyes, fingers calloused from strumming the strings of a guitar and dancing under the moonlight

Basics

Name: Naveen Etienam

Nicknames: Nav, Prince

Age: 32

Gender: CIS Man

Orientation: Sexual/Fluid

Species: Frog Shifter

Occupation: Co-Owner of Titus' Restaurant

Physical

Hair: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 6'1

Personal

Birthplace: Maldonia

Voiceclaim: Will Gittens

Sexual Preference: Versatile

Biography

The first-born son of the King and Queen of Maldonia, Naveen didn't have a care in the world. He knew that he had a job lined up for him when the time was right, to take over his father's role as ruler of their kingdom, so he knew that he didn't really need to work hard. After all, what was the point when he was set to inherit his father's throne? Instead of working hard, Naveen focused on things that interested him - music, both dancing to it and playing it, going to parties and generally having fun. And when he got old enough, having sex was added to the list of things that he was interested in and spent the majority of his time doing.

His parents, of course, were unimpressed by his hedonistic behavior and found him lazy and selfish for only focusing on himself - though he'd like to point out that he's quite a selfless lover, but that's neither here nor there - and thus they named his younger brother the heir instead of him. Without the wealth provided to him as the heir of his kingdom, and with his parents disinheriting him, Naveen knew that his future was in jeopardy and either he were to marry someone rich to keep up with his lifestyle or he would have to, worse, get a job.

That's how he found himself in New Orleans, wanting to marry a socialite that lived there to become her trophy husband, only to find his life turned absolutely upside down. Oh, he married someone sure - but it wasn't who he set out to marry and, actually, it was someone that he had found himself falling for after their misadventure of being cursed as a frog, and with them, he learned the value of hard work and perseverance. The two of them, once they broke their curse, wound up marrying and building the restaurant of his lover's dreams - Titus Palace - where they would co-own and run together with Titus as the head chef and Naveen as... well, whatever was needed, and sometimes that included entertainment as, with or without a band, he'd perform for their guests on weekend nights.

His life may not have turned out the way that he had originally planned, but with his partner by his side and good friends they had made along the way... He's certainly not too upset. And now with the portals opening, allowing access to other realms and other people... Naveen is excited to meet new people.

After all, in his eyes, more people equal more fun.

[lockedtombbrainworms]

Patriarchy and the Nine Houses

I've been mulling this one over in my brain on long drives recently, and as I'm currently at home resting up after an insanely busy few days and also some sort of illness flareup, I want to put some of what I've come up with into writing. These are coming from the perspective of a somewhat masculine-presenting queer trans woman with some degree of familiarity with anarcha-feminism, a lot more familiarity with anarchism in general, but not really much academic feminist background. I'm also white, which may well impact what I'm taking away from this here.

Something else that might influence what I've written here are the frankly insane doses of decongestants I'm currently on, but here goes.

So firstly, I don't think 'Patriarchy' as common feminist discourse uses the term exists within the Houses.

In terms of "Evidence Against", for one, there is seemingly no gendered violence in the Nine Houses - I've seen more than one post about how at no point does Gideon Nav feel like she's in any sort of danger of sexual assault or anything like that from the men she interacts with - she's quite happy to walk into Silas and Colum's room, and at no point does the narrative mention her being concerned about sexual violence while she, a teenage butch lesbian, is trapped in a room with an older man whose intentions towards her are unknown. She gets worried, sure, but mostly about swords or necromancy, not sexual assault. Our Griddle may be a bit sheltered, sure, but she's read a lot of adult-oriented comics, which in my experience tend to be fairly lurid about any and every fucked up thing that happens in the society that produced them, and none of those, nor anything she's been told by Aiglamene or witnessed on the Ninth, seem to have instilled any fear of patriarchal sexual violence in her.

The houses also don't seem to have a concept of homophobia or particularly rigid gender roles - at absolutely no point does anyone take issue with Gideon's sexuality and gender presentation, despite various other characters being absolute shits to her in various other ways throughout the book - Crux, Naberius, Silas, the Reverend Parents - at no point is it even hinted at that any of them were homophobic or shitty about gender-non-conformity. I don't really think you can get rid of any of those things entirely without also at least taking a big chunk out of patriarchy, if not eliminating it - they're all too tightly linked together.

I honestly don't think you can describe, for instance, Palamedes or Silas or Naberius as benefitting from "male privilege" in the context of the books without getting into some weird gender-essentialist bollocks about how being male Just Does That For You, at which point you may well be sliding into terf shit and I don't really think we have much of a common ground to discuss this from. The fandom's treatment of gender (and race, while we're at it) is another matter, but in the context of the books, I genuinely don't see "male privilege" or "patriarchy" existing within the wider society of the Nine Houses. You can look at the necro/cav dynamic as a sort of metaphor for gender, and I do consider them through that lense in some cases, but it's not a 1:1 map for gender and I don't think it's trying to be.

You could argue there's some weird patriarchal ideas of manhood in Mortus' treatment of Ortus - the guy very clearly abused his son to try to "toughen him up" and make him into a warrior when Ortus wanted nothing more than to write poetry, but while that's arguably written with a patriarchal bent to it from a doylist perspective, at no point does anyone actually tell Ortus he's less of a man in the text. What they do tell him is that he's less of a cavalier, which is why I actually view that dynamic as much more of an exploration of cavalier-hood as a metaphor for gender - 'toxic cavalierhood' rather than toxic masculinity, albeit via a dynamic that's unforunately very familiar to a lot of us.

The big flaw in my argument is that, unfortunately, in the literal sense of the word, the Nine Houses very much are a capital-P Patriarchy. They're run by an immortal God-Emperor dude with some fairly intense catholic shit going on! John actually was raised in a patriarchal society, and while his experiences as a he remembers it, and while he seems to have done an OK job of not passing homophobia, misogyny or strict gender roles onto the society he built after literally fucking nuking the one he grew up in, I don't know if someone in his position of power is really in a position to unlearn anything more at this point. To a lesser extent we see it with Augustine as well - the Saint of Patience definitely reads as a misogynist at times during the text (telling Mercymorn "you have made yourself unlovable" and his whole thing about Ianthe chosing to be broken spring to mind), and while he may not remember the pre-resurrection world, it still shaped him (and his brother, who is as much a part of the man we meet in HtN as the original Augustine who was resurrected).

Also none of this is to say the society of the Nine Houses is perfect - far from it! There's all sorts of fucked up abuse dynamics present, and the entire thing has been a fucked-up expansionist empire since it found someone to do expansionist imperialism on about five millennia before the story takes place, before which it was still a fucked-up death cult living on the reanimated wreckage of a dead solar system. If anything, the lack of misogyny, homophobia, rigid gender roles and the like are a parable - it doesn't matter how inclusive and egalitarian the society of the imperial core is when it perpetuates brutal violence on the imperial periphery.

[the-crystal-femmes]

hihi!!!

hru? /nf, curious

uh I'm not sure if this is a welcome thing to ask but we've been gone for.. approx. a year? we can tell that a lot has changed, and we want to ask what exactly has.. changed/been discovered? we just want to be updated so that we don't make any mistakes when interacting further (asks, replies) /genq, vnf, pos intent

it's very understandable if you guys (/gn) don't want to answer. we won't mind /gen

Hihi! We're uh, doing okay, better than yesterday (had a massive headache and it made us super lightheaded)

Uhh, changes.. I'm not really sure what those changes are because we have a horrible memory– but I can try to summarize things! Mainly regarding headmates. I'll try to go back as far as a year if I can remember. I hope you don't mind the public response so others can see this, too. It's pretty long fyi, I think ^^”

Changes regarding headmates;

Pearl

Not much that we can remember. Pearl is a constant co-conscious and has shown to be the second most frequent fronter besides myself. She's usually always here even if not actively fronting

Pearl goes by two names, Dewdrop and aforementioned Pearl. You can choose which name you refer to zem as as long as it's those two names ^^

Ze has a lot more kintypes but we don't really mention them much. Zeir kintype list should be accurate as far as I know

Ula

Ula is mostly the same we think? Ula is noted to be a lot more mellowed out as of lately, more of a peacekeeper in the system than originally. His prosecutor role went to Pearl awhile ago

Ula is transmasc and is currently using he/him pronouns but says he's opening to trying other pronouns as well, thinks he could be genderfluid

Ula and Pearl attempted to merge a few days ago but they ended up splitting apart again. This resulted in Ula transferring some kintypes to Pearl. Ula has more bear-orientated identities nowadays, per example Freddy Fazbear.

River [ Host ]

Honestly not sure what's changed for myself, oof.

Brain made me a Spinel fictive. I enter kinshifts often and my name changes depending on what kinshift I'm in.

Some of my kintypes have also changed and should be reflected on our kintype list ^^

General things;

We have like 20 headmates now. Maybe more? I'm unsure

Sardonyx System is a (mostly) polycule consisting of a few of us. For reference, I (host) am with Ula, Pearl, and Solaris (<- Yellow Pearl fictive), Pearl is also with Greg. I'm the only one with Solaris to my knowledge

We have a Simplyplural if you ever want to request that? We usually only give that privately though :>

Everything on the links in our pin posts should be accurate. For our filter tags we usually have everything also general trigger tagged as well, the only filter tag we still request others use is Pearl's because a lot of it pertains to zeir OCD. I can't remember if Ula wants things tagged anymore

And I suppose I should probably disclaim quick that with interactions, nothing much has changed boundary wise but we always tell others to exercise caution if directly interacting with Pearl (ze's the one who'll sign off with the 🌺 emoji). Ze notes that ze has trust issues and is noted to become hostile easily if provoked. It takes her a bit to warm up towards others especially if she can't remember much from them, we believe this is due to an.. Incident that none of us want to talk about /lh, nav

I hope this was everything, I really can't remember, oof. Thank you for asking by the way ^^ /gen, friendly tone

- 🎪🃏 (<- River)

[sanemisstalker]

NAV.

Wip.

Hi hi! Requests Are : ON HIATUS!

I'm Sanemisstalker! I'm 20, and a (predominantly) KNY (Demon Slayer) smut blog.

To interact with my content, you must be 18+, as the majority of my writing is kink related in some way! I'm fully supportive of minors having safe spaces in online fandoms- but I cannot be that space provider.

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I am specifically a kink/fetish oriented writer who really likes to focus on character! (Aren't we all?)

I write more bizarre/extreme sexual fantasies people might have with certain characters while, hopefully, not butchering said characters in the process.

Some sexual practices are better practiced fictionally or solo, and I've always been interested in providing said fiction. If it keeps you horny and safe, I've done my job!

I love all the hashira and upper moons, but I have some particular soft spots for Sanemi, Douma, and Shinobu. I'm always most excited to write about them!

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Rules :

-You must be 18+ to submit an ask.

-Anything goes. If I'm not comfortable, i will simply ignore/delete the ask! You will not be posted, as I have no grounds to clown you when i'm writing KNY porn in my free time.

What won't I write?

☆I won't write for Tanjiro's Crew, Genya, or Muichiro.

☆Race Specific asks - As a white person, I do not have the background to accurately portay a sexual situation regarding traits exclusive to POC.

However, my stories intentionally do not mention anything referring to skin tone or imply any ethnic background aside from the setting they are placed in. (If they do, please tell me so I can change it immediately.)

☆Incest, this is just a personal thing. I have an unpleasant past with the subject.

☆Scat, once again, no judgement, It's just one of my hard limits. It's hard to romanticize for me personally, and my writing wouldn't have my heart behind it.

☆Characters being parents- I am not fond of pregnancy, and would much rather just write about fucking with no long term consequences.

☆This is subject to change, and can be updated accordingly☆

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Content Warnings

Any posts I make will usually have a CW/TW explicitly before the writing. It will usually be in Bold, or a different color from the rest of the post to identify it.

CW// ->

I tag based on what I know to be common triggers, and will not tag for certain triggers such given their existence is implied by the setting/story in general.

For ex. I will not tag a post about demon slayer with 'blade use', as it's directly implied by the setting of demon slayer that there will be blades present in some capacity. I will not tag 'cum swapping with the hashira' with -gratuitous cum- etc. etc.

However, I will always tag for SA, which will be reffered to as Non-con/Dub-con, and for Gore, regardless of how lightly either is treated. If you believe I missed an important trigger, please let me know. I write in a flurry, and do not spell check nor proof read.

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W.I.P

[headmates-for-you]

HELLO is for a system of 8 members 1st: SIRIUS (you can give other names to everyone IN THE SYSTEM) he/it/fox Appearance: humanoid blue fox (not scary) with blue eyes and angel wings on his back the rest is up to you 2: Sunset (SOURCE My little pony) you can put whatever you want but respect the original appearance. 3.MIL NON VERBAL/ASOCIAL 4.KIRA (HEADMATE) she (you can put other names) someone cold and not emotional

SUMBURST (Source My little pony) (as you want but respect the source and the original appearance a little)

MISSI (We Can Be Heroes, Netflix) she very courageous 7 fog it's a fog… WHICH CHANGES COLOR = emotion 8.NAevIS(aespa) ai du system gatekeeper THERE YOU CAN BE HYPER CREATIVE ON THIS AND THERE THANK YOU IN ADVANCE

sorry for the wait -🪓

Name(s): Sirius, Aharis

Age(s): 18-24 age slider

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, fox/foxself

Gender(s): vixnimbus, angelboything, seradreamer, foxstar, folklorefoxic

Orientation(s): polyamorous, panromantic, demisexual

TransID(s): transhumanoid, transfox, transwings, transangel

Source(s): brainmade

Emoji signoff: 🔀🦊

Positive trigger(s): cloudy nights/sunsets, fully blue skies, angelic iconography

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Name(s): Sunset, Sunny, Rosé

Age(s): 24

Pronouns: she/her, spark/sparkle, sun/set, glit/glitter

Gender(s): trans female, elinurealiagic

Orientation(s): panromantic asexual

TransID(s): transmeangirl, transreformed, transworld, transgender, transgoodgirl, permahuman, transwiccan, transfaith

Source(s): My Little Pony

Emoji signoff: 🔀☀️

Positive trigger(s): tiaras, crystals

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Name(s): Mil, Mal

Age(s): unsure, will make up a number on the spot when asked

Pronouns: se/er, it/its, he/him, she/her, bit/bite

Gender(s): agender

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transnonverbal, transsocialness (asocial), transantisocial, transvampire, transparanoid, transSZTP

Source(s): brainmade

Emoji signoff: 🔀🌀

Positive trigger(s): corny vampire media (favorites are Vampire Academy and Twilight)

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Name(s): Kira, Kriss

Age(s): 15-16

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): permanonemotional, transcold, transemotionvoid, transtransgender, transbodytemperature (cold), transicy, transskintone

Source(s): brainmade

Emoji signoff: 🔀🧊

Positive trigger(s): cold days, snow, seeing your breath

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Name(s): Sunburst, Brae, Starry

Age(s): 28

Pronouns: he/him, sun/stars, mag/magic

Gender(s): transmale, magicgender

Orientation(s): gay

TransID(s): transgender, transmagic, transwizard, transworld, transera, transhuman, transginger, transglasses, transunicorn

Source(s): My Little Pony

Emoji signoff: 🔀🪄

Positive trigger(s): close up magic, old books, libraries

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Name(s): Missy

Age(s): 19

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): bicurious

TransID(s): permacourageous, transpowers, transhero, transleader, transmaincharacter

Source(s): We Can Be Heroes

Emoji signoff: 🔀🛸

Positive trigger(s): superhero movies, puzzles

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Name(s): Fog, Blur

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: it/its, that/thing

Gender(s): agender

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transcolor, transcolorchanging, transemotion (hightened), transvisibility, transviscosity (it feels thick to go through)

Source(s): brainmade, brainfog

Emoji signoff: 🔀🌫

Positive trigger(s): fog, haze, RGB lighting

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Name(s): Naevis, Naveah, Vis/Viz, Nav

Age(s): chrono ageless, trans 22

Pronouns: she/her, it/its, vis/visual, pop/pops, song/songs

Gender(s): female

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transage, transreality, transvirtual, transAI, transintelligence, transtransgender, transcisgender, transpurplehair, transgrayeyes, transidol, transhelper

Source(s): Aespa AI

Emoji signoff: 🔀🎤

Positive trigger(s): kpop girl groups (favorites are Aespa, Red Velvet, NMIXX), cropped jackets

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