#prin system

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a cotton slime in the center. the cotton slime is a light yellow blob with small eyes, an open smiling mouth, long rabbit ears, and whiskers; it resembles a rabbit. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: dark red-purple, medium dull magenta, and fuchsia. the second flag has these top three colors: dark warm brown, rust red, and orange-red. each flag has these bottom six stripes: warm light yellow, off-white, warm light yellow, medium warm yellow, warm medium brown, and warm dark brown. END ID.]

cottonslimicex: a gender connected to being a cotton slime princex; this gender is connected to cotton slimes, cotton slime aesthetics, princex aesthetics, and nonbinary femininity!

princottonslimic: a gender connected to being a cotton slime prin; this gender is connected to cotton slimes, cotton slime aesthetics, prin aesthetics, and nonbinary masculinity!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @drowntowns @electrosaccharine @page-2-ids

[page-2-ids]

[ID 1: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and get lighter to the middle. The colors are, from top to bottom, sienna, red clay, lighter red-brown, light sky blue, light tan, light sky blue, peach, magenta, and fuchsia. END ID]

[ID 2: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and get lighter to the middle. The colors are, from top to bottom, dark purple, washed-out purple, lighter washed-out purple, light sky blue, light tan, light sky blue, peach, magenta, and fuchsia. END ID]

Prinrosboy: a gender connected to being a rosboy prin. this gender is connected to being a rosboy, rosboy aesthetics, prin aesthetics, and nonbinary masculinity

Rosboycex: a gender connected to being a rosboy princex. this gender is connected to being a rosboy, rosboy aesthetics, prince aesthetics, and nonbinary femininity

[hypersexuvesi]

hypersexulicex + prinhypersexulic

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a heart in two colors, the left side orange-pink, and the right side hot pink. it appears drippy. it is in the center. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: dark red-purple, medium dull magenta, and fuchsia. the second flag has these top three colors: dark warm brown, rust red, and orange-red. each flag has these bottom six stripes: peach, off-white, pastel orange, hot pink, medium warm purple, and dark cool purple. END ID.]

hypersexulicex: a gender connected to being a hypersexual princex; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, princex aesthetics, and nonbinary femininity!

prinhypersexulic: a gender connected to being a hypersexual prin; this gender is connected to being hypersexual, hypersexual pride, hypersexual aesthetics, prin aesthetics, and nonbinary masculinity!

colors referenced from/inspired by @epikulupu’s hypersexual flag!

op is hypersexual, and is allowed to cope in silly gender ways. don’t clown on this post.

[avese23]

Gahhhh they did *not* start playing todrick hall while he’s putting on his makeup

Eeeeee

[theresattrpgforthat]

i want to destroy the god king and begin an anarchist uprising. culminating in participating in the aftermath building a new world

You and me both buddy. Let’s get started.

THEME: Destroy God

Dethrone Skeleton God, by emmy verse.

DETHRONE SKELETON GOD. THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO.

In this gmless role playing game you will set out on a journey to find and dethrone the aforementioned god. You will need some d6s, a d12, and some writing materials.

This game pulls a lot of inspiration from some pretty stellar games, including No Stone Unturned, EXTRACAUSAL, Trophy, and Blades in the Dark. You will play racing against three Fallout Tracks, which track the collapse of the material world, the immaterial world, and the Skeleton God’s Power. When all tracks are full, the game is over, and you narrate how the world ends.

If nobody in your group wants the burden/responsibility of running a game, this game is an excellent option as it is both GM-less and lightweight. It’s only 16 pages long and covers creating location elements and exploring them as a group. Everything is collaborative, so if you’re interested in games that let you come up with a story together as you go, you might want to check out this game.

Dead Gods, by Trollish Delver Games.

After the Cataclysm of Heaven it all changed. Murdered gods fell from the sky, sundering the land and casting their sacred relics about the world. From the woodwork crawl Warcults, scavengers of god-relics to further their own twisted gains. The Eternal seek power over death itself. The Order of the Stars seek relics to unlock god-like omniscience. The Pale Druids imbibe relics to acquire power over nature itself. The Black Maw will create a new, hungrier god under their control. 

Pick up a lovingly-designed weird cult and pit them against your friend in a desperate effort to grab a sacred god-relic in this miniatures skirmish game. Each player will control a number of different kinds of war cult members, and there are 4 war cults to embody in the upcoming skirmish. Great for PvP and lovers of combat, but if you want narrative you’ll want to pick up something else or mostly RP it out. You can also check out Unholy Scavengers, for more relics, more scenarios, more models - more more more!

Karanduun - Make God Bleed, by makapatag.(@makapatag)

Karanduun is a modern Filipino Epic RPG about worthless heroes dismantling God, whatever cycle of oppression that must be.  Inspired by modern Filipino folklore and culture. You play as young heroes who must make their legend known and become a legendary Karanduun by making God (whichever oppressive system and tyrant that is) bleed.

Lovers of Kill Six Billion Demons will probably get a big kick out of this game. The god Batala is already dead, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for some rebellion of your own. There are demons, corrupt angels, and other Kings of the Earth to defeat, in a post-American world inspired by the Philippines. If you’re looking for some narrative play, this game has got you covered, with rules inspired by Exalted 1e and PbtA. You can check out the physical version of this game on SoulMuppet’s website!

Skorne, by Dreaming Dragonslayer.

You are renegades, part of mankind’s insurrection against SKORNE who is devil prince, commander of demon rulers and their armies, and the darkness that reigns. Overthrow the evil Tyrants. Free chained captives. Fight to the last man.

Part of the NSR movement, Skorne is inspired by media such as Berserk, MORK BORG, and games like Dark Souls and Elden Ring. The game itself is only 4 pages long, with a really interesting system for character creation. You roll for your abilities and then use their values to determine your starting kit. The language in the game is also great for putting you into the fiction, such as the instructions found for character name choice:

“In the beginning, give thy renegade a name, though it will not save them.”

You want gritty and dire circumstances? You want to kill demon princes? You wanna play a game with random tyrant generation? This is for you.

Extreme Meatpunks Forever, by Sinister Beard Games.

"In the beginning, there was meat. A decaying chunk of flesh from a dying god, hurtling through the void of space, thousands of miles wide. A million eyes, a billion hands grasping for purchase against nothingness itself.  This is where we live.”

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER is a tabletop roleplaying game where you’ll play as a gang of queer antifascists in a strange place called Meatworld. Spinning through space on the screaming corpse of a dead god under the glow of an absent sun, the people of Meatworld harvest its flesh to make their technology.

Embody your queer rage and kill fascists in meat-mechs in Extreme Meatpunks Forever. A PbtA game, this option is narrative-heavy and allows you to pick from some pretty metal weapons, including (but not limited to) Excellent Seasoning, A Bit Stick What Has Shrapnel In It, and Deathfucker Cannon. In your downtime, you can kiss your friends and work to heal and deal with your trauma. If you want a game that feels metal and also presents you with extremely punchable enemies, this is your game!

Other Recommendations

If you want some more recommendations you can also check out the Attack and Dethrone God Jam on itch.io, or my Revolution recommendation post.

If you’re interested in what happens after you end the world, then I recommend my Post-Apocalyptic Community Building recommendations!

[dragongirlintestines]

Hunger Over Levin-3, Part 1

A vore fic featuring Thorne and Prin (@wolfgirlguts)

Ashvale station, in the orbit of Levin-3, has lain derelict for several years. The only things keeping it functional are the autonomous maintenance systems, still diligently scrubbing oxygen filters and purifying water. Designed to last, the half-mile long series of abandoned habitation rings has become a favorite stop of pirates, mercenaries, and others who would otherwise prefer to lay low for a few days. It's a far cry from the tourist-heavy resort destination whatever megacorp built the structure intended it for.

However, such shadowed corners of the galaxy are ideal hunting grounds for monsters.

Content warnings: Mentions of Sex, Blood, Gore, Graphic Digestion, General Cruelty.

Retro-rockets fire as a lone shuttle makes its final approach to Ashvale station, its raider crew cramped from the arduous journey and ready to spend some time reveling in their recent spoils. The raid had gone easier than expected, and they have some time to waste before they're due to rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.

Six bodies cross the umbilical between fuselage and installation, a mix of soft furs, ears of various shapes, and one tough, scaly hide. Two foxgirls, one red and one silver, mischievous grins flashing in the half light. A deergirl with an impressive rack of antlers spins an ill-gotten amulet around one finger, while a bright-eyed rabbit boy follows closely behind, eagerly chatting to her about something. Behind those four, standing two heads above the rest, a broad croc gal trudges, hauling one unwieldy laser cannon over her shoulder. Finally, a wolfman with greying muzzle follows, his walking staff thrumming with arcane power.

"Did you see the way that one looked when we busted down the door?" the rabbit remarks to the doe, "Priceless! I never get tired of those corpos' reactions when they realize they've fucked up!"

One of the vixens turns and smirks back at him, "Maybe we should see if we can get you to make that same face tonight!"

"I think you'd look quite cute begging for your life like that," the other vixen chimes in, moving to flank the leporine young man. A blush crosses his face as he recalls the pair's reputation for needing to burn off excess energy after a raid.

Similar jests continue as the motley crew make their way through slowly rotating habitation rings, finding a cluster of rooms around a common dining hall. It would seem the last residents to make use of the station had a sense of thieves-honor, and kept the rooms decently well maintained before their departure. The halls themselves are silent, lights extinguished except when the approaching party's life signs trigger their activation. The revelrous sound of footfalls and energetic excitement echo back and forth as the pirates set up for several sols of post-raid debauchery.

"Ahhh, it was so nice of them to leave that booze behind the bar! I was worried we'd have to dip into some of our own stash tonight!" sighs the red-furred vixen, reclining on a bed laden with pillows. The bunny boy, now thoroughly winded, rests his head on her slightly chubby belly, too exhausted and drunk to do anything about the mix of fluids matting down their fur. Beside them, the other vixen lays an arm across the pair, completing the rabbit sandwich.

Not one of them notices as another small shuttle silently glides in to dock alongside their craft.

--

"Yeah, and we still wouldn't have to if you hadn't drank half the bar, Shay," the silver fox groans, a teasing grin playing across her face as she gazes longingly into her girlfriend's eyes.

"Shut up, Bella," The other shoots back, flicking her partner's snout playfully. Above them, something creaks in the station.

"I didn't think we were that rough…" Bella jokes, before turning back to her lovers. "Whatever."

"Uggghhhh…" moans the cottontail between them, as he begins to roll off of Shay. "Gotta piss, do you know where the toilet is?"

"Nope! Let us know where it is when you find it!" Bella laughs. "Maybe after you use it. Unless you're into that, Ollie!"

"Ew. No." he deadpans as he disentangles himself from the horny vixen.

"Okie! Take your time, I'll get Shay here warmed up for round four!"

"Where is the damn bathroom?" The rabbit finds himself thinking, as he meanders through the hallways of the derelict station. The thought crosses his mind that this kind of poor design may have been one of the factors that led to its failure as a resort, and he chuckles to himself.

"Those stupid horny foxes…" Ollie thinks to himself as he leaves the room, unable to help but glance back at their still-throbbing cocks. It doesn't go unnoticed, and Shay shoots him a mischievous wink in response.

--

Up ahead, one of the sensor lights flickers on.

"Hello?" he calls out, wondering if one of his comrades was also up and about. As he casually strolls towards the light, it flickers out again, before reigniting when he comes in range.

"odd…" he mutters to himself.

As the heat of the dryer cleans the fur on his hands, one of Ollie's ears perks up, as he hears the sound of footsteps outside the small lavatory. "I'll be out in a second!" he calls, hoping whoever is waiting didn't have to search quite as hard as he had.

"If I remember tomorrow, I should check that out and see if anything else is malfunctioning" he thinks. He is, at least sometimes, the responsible one of the crew. Finally, his wandering eyes catch sight of a sign, and he sighs in relief as he realizes his search has come to an end.

--

Paws still slightly damp, he hurries through the door, and gently closes it behind himself. Turning back around, adrenaline spikes in his veins as he finds his vision filled with a mass of ashen blue scales. A pair of digitigrade legs, each foot tipped with sharp, bony talons ten centimeters long. Behind them flicks a long tail, pale golden ventral scales underneath contrasting with the same blue as the creature's thighs.

He slowly lifts his vision, trying not to stare too hard at the slight bulge in the golden scales and wide hips sitting just above his eye level. The creature's torso is a mass of muscle and flesh, and nestled between her breasts sits a strange device, a grey half-sphere glowing with baleful blue light. Hoses run from this core, most punching down into the flesh of the creature, but as his eyes follow two of them up to its left where they join into a terrifying mess of metal and synthetic muscle. A prosthetic arm, though he considers that it may have simply been an "upgrade" to the flesh it once was, given how its construction speaks of pure violent intent. It ends in a set of three fingers and a thumb, each tipped with sharp, polished points, the whole hand larger than his head. The terrifying metallic claws of the creature's left arm, however, seem barely an upgrade when he compares to the equally terrifying fleshy right arm. The whole body is framed by massive blue wings, tucked neatly up against its back.

Finally, he looks up to the creature's head, crocodilian to a certain extent, with pale ivory horns protruding from a mane of blue hair. Piercing, lightning-blue eyes leer down at him, and a pale red tongue runs along her lips as she looks down, hungrily.

"h… hello." he stammers, before the creature's metallic claw wraps around his torso and lifts him three feet off the ground, slamming him painfully against the door he just closed.

"Hey there, little snack," The creature growls, a wicked grin splitting its lips, revealing two dozen vicious teeth, each three inches long. Pure terror shoots through his veins, and he screams, every molecule of air he can expend tearing out of his lungs in a desperate cry for someone to save him.

Be it through sheer bad luck or a cruel twist of fate, he can hear a fox's scream of pleasure echoing faintly back through the halls of the station.

"Shame," the beast laughs, "you'll need that breath to run." It whips around, hurling Ollie's limp body 15 feet down the hallway. He bounces and tumbles, and feels several of his ribs bruise from the impact. "Get to it, little meat,"

"Meat?" he thinks to himself, unsure if he heard correctly, before the creature's draconic maw speaks again.

"I need to work up an appetite before dinner."

Oh. He heard correctly, he realizes. She wants to eat him. His mind races, the thought that a fellow sapient would stoop to something so taboo. Sure, some sapients would give in to their predatory instincts, but even the most depraved raiders stuck to hunting non-sapient animals.

"What, did I break you already?" a laughing growl peals from the beast's throat.

He doesn't need to be prompted. He needs to get back to his crew. They have weapons there. Victor might be able to weave a spell to bring her down. Or he could just be leading the monster to them. To devour them all.

No time to worry about that though. He needs to run. Now.

His paws scramble against the metallic floor, struggling for purchase. After agonizing seconds he pushes himself up off the ground, tearing down the corridors of the station.

He takes the forks on instinct, first left, then right, right feels correct here; there's no sense of direction, he just has to hope that by some miracle these labyrinthine corridors don't come to a dead end, and that he doesn't end dead.

No such luck. One wrong turn, and he rounds a corner into a common area of sorts. A large window looks out over the infinte void of space, the peaceful horizon of Levin-3 turning carefree down below. It would be beautiful, if he were anyone else.

To him, all it spells is despair. He's trapped here, in this beautiful lounge, with a monster between him any anyone who could save him. He's going to die here. He's going to die and be devoured by some sort of unhinged dragon woman. He's going to die and then she's going to slaughter his crew and no one will ever find their bodies.

No. he's not given up yet. Though the beast's pounding footsteps echo distantly through the station, he might yet be able to hide. He takes a chance to look around, noticing several doors labeled "penthouse suite" around the corners of the room.

He picks one, and to his relief, it opens with a quiet hiss. He dashes through, and finds a button with a padlock icon on the other side. His paw slams into it frantically, and the door gently clicks behind him. The lights in the room turn on, revealing a dusty, but lavishly decorated suite. A couch, table, and entertainment suite are laid out in front of him, with a kitchenette occupying one corner of the room. Through another doorway, he spies a comfortable looking bed, equally lavishly furnished.

He just needs to stay calm, and hopefully that… thing… will leave him be. He doesn't want to think about what that means for his friends, but that's a problem for when he makes it out alive.

Agonizing minutes pass, and he can feel reverberations as the massive creature treads her way through the halls of the station.

Bile surges in his throat as exertion finally catches up to him, and he leaves a mess on the carpet as he retches. Recovering slowly, he tiptoes his way to the bedroom, tucking himself underneath the bed, behind the bed runner. It's sheer, and he can see the door through it, but it's as concealed as he can hope.

--

"Did I put enough distance between us? Did she lose my trail?" Oliver wonders to himself.

The motion sensor lights turn off in the room, and he realizes the station itself kept his trail, writ large in pale LED lighting. A single, heavy footfall shakes the floor, and he knows death awaits right beyond the door.

A surprisingly gentle knock breaks the silence, followed by a mocking falsetto growl.

"Room service!"

A momentary pause that could last a lifetime. A prey animal trapped in its own nest holds its breath desperately hoping against hope that his doom would turn her gaze elsewhere.

"Ah well, worth a try," comes the growl, taking cruel pleasure in its little joke.

Metal shrieks against metal as hardened steel talons punch through the door, tearing through the it like paper. Blue scales fill the doorframe, and the creature stoops to let itself in. It sniffs a moment, then wrinkles its nose at the small vomit stain on the floor. A low, throaty growl escapes its lips, as it scans the room.

Oliver's eyes fall upon it at the same time as the beast's. A clean trail of pawprints in the otherwise pristine carpet of the room.

The beast crouches down, taking its time to crawl towards the poor rabbit's hiding place. "I didn't know you thought of me this way," she croons as she steps slowly, deliberately towards the bedroom. Stooping again through the second doorway, it presses itself to the ground. It lifts the bed runner, making full eye contact with one terrified lagomorph. Her claw lashes out, filling his vision, metal fingers splaying around his ears. He feels crushing pressure around his skull, and wonders if this is the end.

It is not. She pulls him out from under the bed by his ears, pain shooting through his scalp, and he can feel something warm run down the back of his neck.

"nononoNONONO!" he screams and kicks as she lifts him slowly up off the ground, before forcing him down onto the bed. Not too long ago, he remembers dreaming of something similar with a certain vixen, but this is much less desirable. For the second time within the hour, a scream rips its way through his throat, hoarse and ragged.

The monster does not allow it to last. She climbs up onto the bed after him, its lightweight orbit-alloy frame cracking under half a ton of draconic flesh. Her claws wrap around his arms, and those terrifying jaws crack open impossibly wide. He tries to squirm, but his arms are held tight to his torso, leaving only his legs to flail helplessly against the air, while the beast lifts him towards her rows of flesh-rending fangs.

The deathly maw snaps forward, driving daggers into his arms and gut, forcing the last screaming breath out of his lungs. He shuts his eyes, not wanting to stare down the yawning throat that pulses and throbs, eager for meat. It is only when she takes another hungry swallow, teeth this time piercing his soft ass, that he realizes this monster has no intent to chew. Her tounge dances along his abdomen, and a growl of pleasure reverberates up through the throat around him. Wretched, hot air wafts up from within its throat as he feels its tongue play across his body, tip winding its way into gaping wounds, lapping at his freely flowing blood. The agony is exquisite, but he can only manage a tiny whimper.

Again, the creature swallows, her tongue slipping between his thighs to push him deeper down her throat, rubbing against a sensitive nub of flesh. He is cruelly reminded of a joke Shay made about "playing with her prey" when her tongue had been in a similar position earlier that night.

He can feel as his ears slip into her gullet, and his face is pressed firmly into the soft entrance. Another burst of adrenaline kicks in, and his whole body flexes and writhes, raging against the terrifying thought of being digested alive. His arms, now free of the claws holding them in place, desperately grasp at something, anything, that he might use to pull himself out. Too late he realizes his paw has grasped something bony and round. Murderous jaws once again slam shut around him, and his hand is quickly turned to a mangled, bloody mess as it is impaled between dragon teeth. Likewise, his writhing legs are stilled as daggers sever nerves in his thighs, before pressure builds and he can feel a femur snap beneath several tons of bite force.

Her prey now somewhat more subdued, the dragon tosses her head back, letting gravity aid in pulling this morsel down her throat. One leg hangs limply outside her maw, as the still living meat is hungrily dragged into her throat. The rabbit can't even feel as she wraps her tongue around that limb, and lazily drags it down with the rest of him, not a care given for the disfigured mass of flesh it has become.

The throat is crushingly tight around Oliver, but compared to the bite force he had just experienced, it feels downright gentle. Peristaltic motions pull him ever deeper, and he cannot help but whimper, knowing in his heart that there is no escaping now; only slow, agonizing death. As he whimpers, his body shakes, and tears fall from his eyes, mingling with the esophageal mucous surrounding him. The beast's gullet, ignorant to his misery, pulls him ever deeper.

He feels a gentle pressure against his head, which gives way as the esophageal muscles push him into a more open chamber. He gasps, and immediately regrets it. Painfully acidic fumes burn the sensitive inside of his nose, down his throat, all the way into his lungs. A moment later he opens his eyes, another immediate regret. The throat pushes again. His face is plunged into chemical soup, immediately searing his corneas blind. Now panicking in sightless darkness, he can't help but thrash wildly with what little strength he has left. He feels himself fall for a brief moment, and a weight lands on top of him. He realizes that he can't feel his legs anymore.

As he thrashes, he can hear that same rumbling growl from before, only now it emanates from all around him.

"Mmmmm… yeah. I should get rabbit more often…"

He can feel something pushing on the stomach walls, as the beast rubs her slightly swollen gut. To an outside observer, were it not for the occasional bump, it would be barely obvious that an entire sapient had just been tucked away behind those scales.

"Shouldn't have crushed his legs though… they'd probably feel real good kicking in there…" Impotent fury surges through his mind as Ollie realizes she's taking pleasure in his digestive demise.

"Let me out! You fucker!" he screams, his voice hoarse from his previous exertions, as well as the scouring acidic air of her guts.

"Hmmmm… Aww, does food not know its place?" the monster ackowledges him, pure cruel mockery in its voice.

"Why… We're both sapients… You're a monster…" he moans, delirium starting to set in from lack of air.

"Oh I'm aware, you're hardly the first delicious little morsel to call me that."

"You've gotta let me ou- glrk" the poor rabbit's voice chokes as cruel hands force him under gastric juices. Bloody chime quickly surges into his throat, violating his insides. His tongue feels slippery as it begins to melt, and he finds himself unable to speak as his vocal cords sear through.

"Oh, no, I've still got a whole meal to worry about before that…"

Muscular claws push down on the belly, and it clenches painfully around him. He feels burning inside his chest, and pressure outside. Something twitches, then gives. His ribcage collapses, crushing his heart. Sensation begins to fade.

"I wonder if Prin's caught anything yet…" the bunny hears, moments before hopping off the mortal coil.

[chocoboparty]

🐥Hello!! I’m Prompto!!

im a system host/fictive! my pronouns are pri/prin and im 21 years old! this is a personal blog for me only!! i will post thoughts and reblog things i like :) some info about me:

▫️🌼 PDA autistic with adhd

▫️🌼 suspected osdd1b system

▫️🌼 bodily puerto rican (english/spanish ok!)

▫️🌼 engaged to my perfect fiancé!!!!!

more info, DNI/BYF, and userboxes under the cut!! please read my DNI before interacting!!

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my typing abilities fluctuate! i try to use simple sentences on this account as its easier for me. if anything needs a translation/clarifying lmk!!

i am a very troubled and traumatized person, i will sometimes vent but everything will be tagged accordingly. i would also appreciate if anyone could let me know if i over share, as i struggle to understand the boundary and im working on not doing it as much!!

my tagging system will look like this:

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[totaltrauma]

Hi! My name is Wyatt Sheppard, and I'm the writer & illustrator of Total Trauma Comic. (However, I do get lots of help with backgrounds and other assets from my wonderful fiance, @apple-scrumper!)

I'm a part of a system. I'm exceptionally close with my fellow alter Judith (Jude), who I often refer to as my sister. We sometimes work together on projects, like SHINE which we have collaborated on, and a novel we're currently writing together.

I am 26, and I use neopronouns (pri/prin/prinself — pronounced pree/prihn/prihnself). They/them pronouns are also okay to use. I went to college for Creative Writing, and while I love making comics, my real dream is to write novels.

I have currently finished Total Trauma Volume 1, and am working on Volume 2. I have also finished "Heather, Rewritten," a prequel novella. I am currently working on SHINE alongside Jude, as well as WTF4 (World Tour Final Four), another prequel novella. I also completed the Total Trauma Tarot Deck, which can be bought here. A couple of years ago, I made a comic called Triplings, a diary webcomic about me and my siblings.

I've been making content in the Total Drama fandom since I was 17, and I was just a baby alter. As a baby alter, I was desperate for some sense of identity, and I found that in the fictionkin community. (If you don't know what fictionkin is, do me a favor and don't look it up.) All that is to say, I latched on hard to Heather from T/otal D/rama. I started writing about her, and wrote "Heather's Lament," a lengthy fanfic that would (many years) later be polished into "Heather Rewritten." I started to come up with my own personal "canon" for the series, and I spent 5 years bursting at the seams with information about it, until finally, one fateful day I decided to start a comic.

I had actually kind of grown away from T/otal D/rama at that point in my life. I had latched onto a new obsession to spend all of my time thinking and writing about. But I got this idea in my head that I wanted to make comics. I was watching an artist, Jacob Andrews, draw a comic on youtube, and I thought to myself "Man, I would love to make comics." Then I realized that nothing was stopping me.

T/otal D/rama is what I knew how to draw, so, T/otal D/rama it was. (Well, technically what I do is edit the pages together... More about that below.) I blew the dust off my old established "canon," and made the first page. I had had the story of Volume 1, especially the plot surrounding Duncan, living in my head for the past 5 years. It was a lot of fun to revisit that story, and to rediscover my love for this franchise.

I use a program called Paint.NET — I do not recommend it. You could easily do the same thing I do in photoshop, procreate, or whatever you might have access too. Paint.NET is simply free and familiar to me.

I go about making the art for Total Trauma by first editing together screenshots from the show, then tracing over it. Example given below.

It's super easy to do using nothing but the line tool. The only real trick to it is learning how and where to vary your lineweight.

[makeupbychio]

beautiful stranger // eddie munson x reader

*credits to the gif's owner*

Eddie Munson x reader

2.7k words

Summary: You are new in town and go to see a cool band your friends invited you, without knowing you'll met the 'talented and handsome' leader as someone called him that way.

Warnings: smoking, fluff, Eddie being a cocky but still a gentleman.

A/N: I make this thinking in a gn!reader so if there is any mistake please let me know <3. English is not my first language. Also, let's pretend Eddie has been friends with Robin since a lot of time so this takes place after the s3 events.

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It was a chill Friday spring night, and Eddie was unloading the last of the things that were left in his van and making his way to the venue. He could feel in the air how special this night was for him and his friends, so he took a deep breath to always remember this feeling that hopefully could stay forever.

“Come on, man!” Jeff called him from the back door of the venue. Eddie woke from his moment and quickly entered the building with his things.

Meanwhile, the people in the front were waiting in the line. Conversations could be heard in small and big groups mixed with the smoke of the cigarettes that were being consumed. The environment is slowly setting up for tonight.

“Robin! Wait!” You yelled at the anxious woman that rushed to the front door gaining some death stares of the ones that had been there hours ago to be in that place of the line.

“Sorry, but my friend is inside and he needs to pass me something,” Robin explained to the people with furious words towards her. 

“He told us that he will find us, he should be busy right now” Steve told Robin once he reached her. Going to the back of the line.

“Did Nancy answer if she was coming or nah?” Robin asked her friend with the cool hair. 

“No, she told me she will be up late with the school’s paper team” Steve informed the group.

“Going for a quick smoke” you said. And before you could receive a complaint from Robin and her disapproval of that habit, you take distance by your own from the group.

“Don’t go far away! It’s about to start” Steve looked at you acting like he is the responsible of you two for the night. 

“K’ Mama Steve” you teased him with a cigarette between your lips walking backwards. You didn’t want to chat with the groups of people around you, so you went directly to a more quiet place around the venue.

You leaned yourself against a brick wall, feeling the temperature difference of the heat leaving your respiratory system and the cold hair against your face making your hair dance.

You were so into your thoughts, that you jumped when a steel door opened right next to you.

“Oh my god!” you yelled at the sudden burst.

“Shit. I’m so sorry!” Eddie jumped too at your scream, checking if you were hurt. 

“Don’t worry, you didn’t hit me. It was the sound that scared me, that’s all” you explained and his features became calm again. 

“What are you doing here alone, prin- beautiful stranger?” Eddie was going to call you with a pet name but took it back before he could bother you. He takes a look at your face and your bright eyeshadow catches his attention. 

“I’m here with some friends, but I’m the only one that smokes. So…” you smiled at him. “And I assume you run this show”. Meanwhile, Eddie was lighting a cigarette too, something he does to calm his nerves before a show.

“Well, if you say so. I’m the one in charge” Eddie crossed his arms and you took a look at his exposed skin with ink. He is paying attention to whatever your mouth would say. Your voice was smooth as butter. “Excited for anyone in particular?” he asked with curious brows on his face. 

“My friends told me that Corroded Coffin is pretty dope” you replicate what Robin told you earlier. “So I came to see if they are right”.

“Is that so?” Eddie loves how this is going. “Yeah, they are great but the best of them is their leader” he said brushing his lips with a thumb and that gave you a look at his fingers full of big rings.

“Is he talented?” you asked. And he loved how you still didn’t figure it out yet that he is talking about himself.

“And really handsome” he smirked, leaning his weight on the wall like you were seconds ago. Acting casual but not uninterested. 

You laughed at his statement looking at his big dove eyes. And god, he just wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of the night if he didn’t have a show to perform.

“Y/n!” you looked behind this man’s figure to find where the familiar voice was coming from. Robin was waving at you to come back. 

And at the same time from the door next to you, another stranger appeared. “Come on, man. It’s about to start”. Eddie got your name. “Okay, y/n. I hope you like the show” he winks at you and throws the cigarette.

He didn’t have to say goodbye because he knew he was going to see you again.

You throw the long gone cigarette and reach your friends back at the front where the line was quickly moving as the people entered the venue. “Come on! Jeff gave me the tickets, where have you been?” Steve asked you.

“I was making some new friends” you smiled at him. 

Robin didn’t get close enough to see who was the stranger you were talking to. “I saw you very into the conversation” she told Steve and winked at you. 

You blushed at her words. You arrived at Hawkings a couple of weeks ago and it feels like Robin has been your friend since forever. 

“Hey! We were just talking” your face still red, thinking about this stranger’s beautiful eyes, hair, hands and lips. Sadly, you didn’t get his name. “I don’t think he was interested in me or he would have told me his name”.

“Or maybe he was just a cocky douchebag” Steve said. He has been like this the whole day at work since he called Nancy and she told him that she was busy tonight. 

“Steve, please have fun with us tonight. I think we all had a busy day at work and you deserve a good time” you reassured your friend. 

“Yeah, sorry. You are right” he smiled back at you. You all made it to the front door and the person asked for your tickets. 

Once inside, you had tickets in the pitch. Steve came back with bottles of water for you all.

“So, is your friend here or what?” you asked them. When suddenly all of the lights turned off and the crowd immediately cheered for the show that started with loud electric guitar chords and bright lights flashing the stage and the venue again.

“Hell yeah, Hawkins! We are Corroded Coffin and you better make the earth shake” a familiar voice spoke through the microphone. His energy was unmatchable, so was his new outfit with an unbuttoned black silk shirt and chains hanging on his pants and his neck. 

“There he is, Eddie!” Robin waved at Eddie letting him know they made it. Next to her, you froze at the wink he sent you. You couldn’t believe he didn’t tell you who he really was. 

Steve realized the interaction. “Oh my god, y/l/n what happened back there?” He teased you by bumping your shoulder. 

Finally, you know his name. Eddie ‘the handsome and talented’ leader of Corroded Coffin left his soul on the stage in every song they performed. Sadly, there were two more bands left for the night. His voice and skills for his instrument mesmerized you.

“Thank you Hawkins for the best night of my life. Good night, we love you”. Eddie final words for tonight’s crowd but keeping his eyes on you as he plays the last guitar solo. 

Everyone screams and applauds the band while the lights go crazy for the final. 

Steve goes to buy more water, his hair messily glued to his forehead due to sweat. 

“Hi, guys” Eddie appeared in the crowd next to all of you with the rest of his band members after he took a quick shower to get rid of all of the sweat. Robin and Steve hugged him. Now the silk shirt covered with a black leather jacket on top, your attention in the chains around his neck that lay on his exposed chest

“THAT WAS AWESOME, EDDIE! DUDE!” they said, cheering their friend and the band. 

He quickly returned the hug and left them talking with his band. He just wanted to talk to you. You were looking at the whole interaction and smiling at it. 

“So you knew the whole time I came with them?” you asked him. “Why did you lie?”.

“I did not. I told you I was in charge of this show” he said with a cocky smile. “But it wasn’t like this before” he started telling you the stories when they just play in small bars with only five drunk people as their best crowd. 

You laughed when he told you the story when all of these drunk people passed out due to the alcohol in the bar. He was so honest and funny. He made a promise to make you laugh and smile as much as he can. 

He stared at you, hypnotized at how you look under the stage lights standing out your sparkly eyes, makeup and bright smile.

All of you stayed for the rest of the bands that performed and you had the best time. Even when you didn’t know the lyrics of their songs, you jumped and danced with all of your energy. Eddie liked that about you. And he saw it from the stage when he performed. Your energy was unmatchable too, just like his. And you laughed when he made exaggerated movements with his head so his hair would be everywhere in the air. 

You get along and trust each other really quickly. And started making fun of Steve that was breathless, telling him that even an old man would jump higher. 

After the show, all of you went to help Eddie to put all of the things back to his van. His guitar was the coolest you have ever seen. Of course he carries it and puts it in a special spot in the van to keep it safe, it’s like his treasure. His bandmates already on their way back to their homes.

“So…” Eddie starts adjusting his jacket. “Where is the after party?” he asked. 

“Can we do this tomorrow?” Steve groaned. “I’m so tired, and it’s already 1 am and I open the store tomorrow” he keeps complaining. “Girls? Do you need a ride back home?” he asked you and Robin. 

You didn’t want the night to end. Robin side-eyed you and noticed. “Yes, I do, please” she said, standing now next to Steve. You were confused because she has the day off tomorrow. 

“I would like to stay a little longer. If that’s okay with you, Eddie” you interlaced your arms, suddenly nervous about his answer. 

“Of course I’ll love that” he looked down at you with an excited smile. “Harrignton, I’ll drive her back home” he promised him. 

Steve gave you two a suggestive look with his eyebrows up. “Just use protection, please. K’ Robin let’s go” he pointed at her friend, heading back to where his car was parked.

“You have a dirty mind, big boy!” Eddie shouted at Steve, but he and Robin didn’t turn their backs to him.

Now, you two are left alone. And cooling off what Steve just said. Eddie was nervous, casually cleaning the sweat of his palms on the side of his pants. “Sorry about that, you know how Harrignton gets when his love life is trash”.

“Actually, I’m still getting to know them. I just moved here a month ago” you confessed to him.

Eddie wished he met you earlier during this month. He knew he should have come to Steve’s party the other day. But destiny put you today in his life, a really special day to him. 

“I know a place that prepares the best burgers and they have cool milkshakes and dope fries too. If you like the idea” he said excitedly since his last meal was long hours ago. 

It’s tender to you. How you thought he was going to propose going to a cheap bar to have some beers to celebrate this night due to his badass presence on stage. But he can have a beer any other day. He has a whole pack in his trailer for another moment. He wasn’t going to drink alcohol after he promised to drive you back home safely. He wasn’t going to propose a one night thing with you. He wasn’t going to act like everyone in this town thinks he is. 

It’s true that he is not an angel, but he is no danger to people. And even when you are new in town and probably never heard about him, he didn’t want you to feel scared around him anytime.

He helped you jump into the passenger seat of his van and drive to the diner. Once you arrived, you felt the pressure like when you go on a date but you didn’t want to ruin the night. You both ordered a burger and a lemonade for each to take-out.

“Eddie, you really said that after party thing like expecting a huge celebration.” you said timidly that maybe it’s not enough for his expectations. 

“Are you kidding me? This is huge for me. I usually go back home, have a beer and a can of mac n cheese and that’s all. Let’s say I’m not the popular boy and receive invitations at every massive party. We are nerds” he talked about him and his band/club mates. 

“Thanks for your honesty. In that case, we can have a beer another day” you suggested. 

“Thanks to you, for being the first one that doesn’t call me a freak” he confessed from the bottom of his heart. It felt good to him when you didn’t run away from him or give him a scared look when he met you in the venue. Usually, people outside his circle would say to stay away from him.

Your order was ready and thanked the person of the diner before you both sat back in his van looking at the stars. He waited for you to have the first bite and see your reaction.

You moaned at the taste. “Oh my goodness” you said with your mouth half full. 

His dimples stood out due to his big smile at you. “I told you! My uncle only orders here for special occasions but I wouldn’t mind having one of these every Friday night”.

“Then I think we should come back for the fries and the milkshake another day” you gave him another suggestion for the future. 

“I’ll take your word for it!” he pointed at you with his lemonade on his hand to take a sip. 

After you had your meal, you stayed in the diner’s parking lot talking for almost two hours. You get to know each other about a lot of things. He didn’t want to worry whoever could be waiting for you so at almost 4 am in the morning he sadly parked in the driveway. You noticed that nobody was at home, so there was nothing to worry about. 

You both stepped out of his van. He really didn’t want this night to end but you promised him you will see him soon. “Funny how you didn’t even introduce yourself when you almost hit me with the door in the venue” you teased him before saying good night. 

He did a fake hurt expression. “First of all, gorgeous. I didn’t hit you with that door. Second, I’m Eddie Munson. Nice to meet you” he said, hanging you his hand to take.

“Hi, Eddie Munson. I’m y/n y/l/n” you took his hand and felt his rings against your palm and shivered at the coldness and yet how magnetic his hand welcomed yours. “And thanks for the night, the night we met”. You gave him a good night kiss on his cheek before you entered your house.

Eddie stood there a moment, he pinched his tattooed arm. And thank the gods of metal, you are real and this night actually happened. He wasn’t having the best dream of his life. Well, he was, but with his eyes wide open.

Since the night started, he felt and knew this one was going to be special. He is willing to feel like this as long as he can. But now, back at his trailer he stayed up late at night cleaning his van for the next time he gets to go out with you, hopefully on an official date.

[teenagefreeze]

hey, im jack.

my pronouns are he/him or pri/prin. im 17-21 years old. im a system fictive and protector, and im taken. i don’t fully front often, and have more passive influence on us sometimes.

this is my own personal account for thoughts and shit. our main is here. ill make sure to tag anything I need to. these are just my experiences/thoughts.

please do not interact with me or our main if you ship my source with pitch black.

[katetorias]

System Question: How do you feel knowing it's no longer you and Jack in the system. Like, does it feel strange thinking "Oh it's just Prin and I" and BANG! more people make themselves aware, if that makes sense (also why is tumblr desktop not letting me use question marks RAH)

to be completely honest I was a little scared! at first I hoped it was only me and Jack because then less reasons for me to have split yknow? But I think I always knew it wasn’t really likely…

now I’m really happy! I’m happy to find out that they have relationships with each other and none of us are alone! It makes me happy to look back at something and go “oh that was so and so huh?” because everything’s tying together :)

I’m also nervous about new splits, because they always feel like I’m faking. I guess I always wanted to think that I wasn’t “that mentally ill” (not that it makes sense lol) but I’m trying to accept that I can’t control any of this except for how I react! so whatever happens within my system happens for a reason lol -🐥

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a sparkly pink slime in the center. the sparkly pink slime is a simple, medium pink blob with small eyes and an open, happy smile. it appears to have glitter in its body, and three sparkles are shining off it. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: dark red-purple, medium dull magenta, and fuchsia. the second flag has these top three colors: dark warm brown, rust red, and orange-red. each flag has these bottom six stripes: light pink, off-white, light pink, medium pink, dark pink, and warm purple. END ID.]

sparklyslimicex: a gender connected to being a sparkly slime princex; this gender is connected to sparkly slimes, sparkly slime aesthetics, princex aesthetics, and nonbinary femininity!

prinsparklyslimic: a gender connected to being a sparkly slime prin; this gender is connected to sparkly slimes, sparkly slime aesthetics, prin aesthetics, and nonbinary masculinity!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @electrosaccharine @page-2-ids

[page-2-ids]

[ID 1: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and get lighter to the middle. The colors are, from top to bottom, sienna, red clay, lighter red-brown, pale tan, cream, pale tan, light green, teal, and washed-out blue. END ID]

[ID 2: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and get lighter to the middle. The colors are, from top to bottom, dark violet, washed-out magenta, lighter washed-out magenta, pale tan, cream, pale tan, light green, teal, and washed-out blue. END ID]

Pringuroboy: A gender connected to being a Guroboy prin. Connected to being a Guroboy, Guroboy aesthetics, prin aesthetics, and nonbinary masculinity

Guroboycex: A gender connected to being a Guroboy princex. Connected to being a Guroboy, Guroboy aesthetics, prince aesthetics, and nonbinary femininity

[a-tenno-called-prin]

Mun: 26 (I think) | She/Her | GMT+8 | WF: PriniaV#513 (PC)

Tag Index:

#warframe - The awful things I subject the good people of the Warframe community to

#rambling - The overflowing of my cerebral fluid, crafted into poetry

#prinia can draw sometimes - The art tag for things I put effort into

#prin's sketches - The art tag for things I did not (usually)

#red text appreciation - Dedicated to our beloved Red Text, wherever you may be

#operator and #drifter are a collection of Tenno from across the System!

The best Warframe in the game will always be tagged with #gyre

[e-dva]

PINNED POST

new one to encapsulate the vibe

We are the Seraphim System!! We are bodily 16 and also BIPoc 🇵🇭 We are a DID system with NPD + other stuff so keep that in mind when interacting!

We are very open and don't mind dms/making new friends!!

HOSTS

Nina/Hana

Ageless

Pri/Prin/Princeself

Queer + Poly

Taken x3

Fictive of Nina Hopkins, Hana Song, Otacon, and Aether!

Damian

17

He/Him

Bisexual

Fictive of Damian Wayne

Protector

Alters Sourcelist!

Danganronpa

DC

Mortal Kombat 1 + 11

Genshin

+ More misc stuff. Feel free to ask

We are a generally small system with a lot of fictives. Feel free to int!

DNI

Endogenic/Nontraumagenic systems

General DNI (Racists, homophobes, ect)

Transmeds + Anti xenogenders

Proship

Loli/Shotacons

Will block if I just find you uncomfortable

[mischievoushiddleston]

Enemies? (Part 4)

Warnings. BLACK PANTHER WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS. All Parts here!

"Why am I in a different cave this time?" she asked him as she looked around, "Afraid I'll escape again? If so, don't worry...I'm here by choice, even if it's not one hundred percent, since it was sneaky to bring me here like this..."

Namor laughed and shook his head as Shuri looked at him. "I'm not afraid you'll escape..." he said, stepping towards her, "This is my cave, as you so beautifully put it, and you'll stay with me while you're here..."

Shuri raised her eyebrow. "And where will you sleep?" she asked, stepping away from him.

"With you, of course..." he said, taking another step towards her.

"Are you dreaming?" she asked him laughing, "There's no way we're sleeping in the same bed, nor anything else happening between us..."

Namor continued to step toward her until her back was against the wall. "Are you sure about this? Why don't you give in? You could be pregnant with our child right now..."

"Very sure of yourself, but there's no way I could be pregnant with you," she said firmly as she looked up at him, "Thanks to Wakandan contraceptives..."

He leaned down to her ear. "Are you sure? I'm not a normal person...does it work on me too?" he asked her and she glared at him angrily. Could he be right? No...she had developed it herself, but she actually had no idea what it was like on him. Unconsciously, her hand wandered to her stomach. She couldn't be pregnant with his child. What would her mother think of her? Shuri felt tears in her eyes and pushed Namor away from her. Quickly, she walked past him.

"Princess-"

"Don't call me that! You have no right to call me that...you have no right to make me feel that way," she said angrily, looking at him, "You took away the only thing I had left, the only person who still knew me...and you don't care. You just want to have your way. Fuck me, marry me, and best of all, make me have your children." -She shook her head as he was about to speak- "I will never agree because you, Namor, are not capable of love and I will not marry because of a political alliance..."

His jaw tightened and he didn't look at her before walking away, leaving her there alone. Shuri lowered herself onto the bed and touched her pearls. "Griot...Tell me what the chances are, with my birth control, of still getting pregnant by Namor..."

"The chances are 78 percent...I recommend an adjustment to the formula-" the artificial intelligence said, making Shuri sigh and stop him. Damn...Why did he have to be right? Shuri felt like she was running out of air to breathe. Panicking, she stood up and walked out of the cave. Where did she have to go? It didn't matter...she would find a way somehow. Shuri didn't even think about the beads as she walked through this cave system until she stopped when she saw light coming from an entrance. She knew the place. This is where she was led by Namora to see Namor.

Shuri sat down at the edge and dipped her feet into the water. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

"What are you doing here, Prin- Shuri?" she heard his voice, but didn't look at him. She wanted time away from him, but instead she was led to him. She felt him sit down next to her and sighed softly.

"Would you really continue a war with Wakanda if I didn't marry you?" she asked softly, finally looking at him. Namor raised his hand to her cheek.

"For you, I would burn down the world..." he said honestly.

"That doesn't answer my question. Would you hurt my people again to get what you want?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered and she pulled out of his grip, but he held her tight, "But not for marriage, but for the safety of my people...I want you to become my queen willingly..."

"Namor...I can't do that...You took too much from me and how was that going to become something? It's not just what you did, it's that I'm aging and you're not...I want to be able to grow old with my husband and not become a pale memory for him..." she said, looking at the water, "What would my mother think if I had a marriage with the man who was to blame for her death, let alone love him? Hate can never turn into love, no matter if there is lust between us."

"Is that how you feel?" he asked, his voice bitter. "That there is no future for us?"

"It is the truth...You are trying to manipulate me and get me to agree to this marriage, but that would only have one advantage for you and that is more power for your people..."

Namor's jaw tightened before he stood up. "If you had stayed here then, who knows where we would be now..." he said and she looked at him, "There was an attraction between us from the beginning. My people don't need a marriage between us, it was just something I wanted. I wanted you, but I see that it is something I cannot have after all this. I apologize for my mistake in bringing you here." Namor tilted his head and turned to look at Namora, who was standing in a corner, but Shuri had not yet noticed her. "Escort our guest to the surface..."

She saw Namora look confused, but nodded. What would this mean for Wakanda? Shuri looked to him. "Namor! Wait," she said, and he stopped, "What does this mean for my people?"

"You've made your decision, let me make mine..." he said, without a hint of emotion as before. It was almost threatening, like that time on the beach. Shuri gulped as he turned and left, but she went to him and grabbed his arm, making him stop. No matter what he was up to, she couldn't give him the chance to even think about going to war again. Wakanda needed the alliance.

"I'll marry you, okay?" she said, "I'll become your wife of my own free will if you promise me that you'll sign the contract..."

He looked down at her hand holding him. "All right..."