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misctf · 8 months

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Unintended Consequences

Diego sighed deeply. All his life, he thought he was happy with his life. Sure he wasn’t muscular or popular, but he enjoyed his more lowkey life. But when he got to college and started struggling in his classes and failing to find a boyfriend, Diego was starting to struggle. But that’s when he met his tutor, Luna, who seemed to take a liking to the lanky young man. She was patient with him, explaining concepts that he was struggling with. And as time went on, he felt closer to her- close enough to open up about his loneliness and struggles. She encouraged him to tell her more, and when he told her that sometimes he wished he could just have the typical college experience, she beamed with excitement. She gave him a coin, one that she said would help his dreams come true.

And so Diego, flipping the coin with one hand and jerking off with the other, looked down at his hairy chest and abdomen, not muscle in sight and sighed. What did he have to lose? He held the coin tightly and imagined his ideal college experience. And suddenly he felt incredibly light, like he was being pulled through time and space. He could barely conceive of all the changes going on around him. And at first, he felt what he could only describe as a resistance- like something was trying to push him away. But Diego wasn’t going to give up. He could feel himself breaking down the resistance, his own desires forcing their way through. He felt his cock harden even more, his arms and legs grow warm and more powerful. And suddenly he was in a different room, lying in bed and still jerking himself off. But this time, in a very different body. A body with nicely sculpted pecs and arms, white skin with a perfect treasure trail, and a much large cock. Diego ran over to the mirror, slightly off balance and not used to his larger frame. He smirked and felt himself swoon at the hot guy he had become.

The rest of the night was the best night of Diego’s life. Out on the town, Diego got to do all the things he dreamed of. Grinding up against guys in the club, smoking some weed with some of his new bros, and dancing until he was covered in sweat- discarding his shirt and flaunting his body. The night only seemed to get better when he felt a tap on his shoulder and one of the sexiest guys Diego had ever seen asked him if he wanted to go back to his place, to which Diego was more than happy to agree to. But as he sucked the dick of this man, Diego didn’t seem to register that his skin had darkened just a tad, while small black hairs rose out from his chest and face...

The next morning, while Diego slept peacefully in his own apartment, Matt woke up with a raging headache, barely remembering the events of the previous night, but realizing he was late to class. He got ready quickly, not even recognizing his slightly darker skin and the small amount of chest and facial hair that now adorned his previously clean-shaven body. But what he did notice was the fogginess that newly settled over his brain. He knew he had several upcoming exams that he needed to pass if he wanted to get into law school. And he had to tutor some of the younger students today. Matt went to his classes, but to his confusion, could barely understand what the professors were talking about at times. On several occasions he answered easy questions wrong, causing him to blush with embarrassment. He could feel Luna’s gaze on him and how much she was enjoying this- they had been rivals since day one. But most of his attention ultimately focused on the jock sitting in the corner of the room. His big muscles on display in his sleeveless top. For whatever reason, Matt couldn’t help but stare at him. And as he did, he felt a strange warmth in his ass- a neediness that he never felt before. The jock must’ve noticed him staring, because he smirked and gave Matt a nod, which broke Matt from his leud daydreaming. When class ended, he scurried home- trying to rationalize what was happening.

The next couple of days proved difficult for both Matt and Diego. While Matt dealt with worsening grades and struggling to concentrate, Diego could only stare at the coin, wondering if he should try again. And so, on another Friday night, Diego could be found jerking off and making his wish. Again, he felt himself tumble through space and time, but this time, he stood in front of a bewildered Matt, who was sitting at his desk, trying to study. Matt shouted in fear, and suddenly Diego flew straight into Matt, feeling a similar but albeit weakened resistance compared to prior. When the ordeal was over, Diego was back in control, although he wasn’t in the mood to party anymore. Whatever was happening, he needed to get to the bottom of it. At first Diego thought that he was getting his dream body, not possessing some random college dude. As he read through Matt’s stuff, he realized that he was a fellow student, although a year ahead of him. As Diego tried to learn more about Matt, he failed to realize Matt’s eyes darken to a deep brown, while his skin similarly took on more of a brown hue. Even the man’s muscles started to thin out a bit, while his chest hair became darker and curlier. But before Diego could register this, he felt himself leave the young man’s body and return to his own, falling asleep nearly immediately.

The next few days were even more difficult than the last. Diego had locked away the coin and confronted Luna, who explained that Matt was a rival and that she hoped that some of Diego would “rub off” on him. Diego felt betrayed and horrified at first, but Luna just reassured him that she had given him a taste of the life he wanted. So Diego would do his best to resist any further temptation. But unbeknownst to Diego, he had certainly rubbed off on Matt. The formerly straight and intelligent college student found himself partying more often than going to classes, finding guys that would be willing to let him suck them off. Matt struggled with the duality- he could still feel a part of him want to excel academically, but he couldn’t resist what his altered body demanded of him. And so when he saw Diego walking back to his dorm one afternoon, Matt couldn’t help but run up to him.

“Please, you need to do whatever the fuck you’ve been doing!” Matt begged, shifting between English and Spanish- another trait that he picked up from Diego, “I can’t stand it anymore, please!”

Diego was shocked, “But... but this is wrong. I shouldn’t have...”

“Fuck that! I need this.” Matt moaned.

And Diego was swayed. Despite some hesitation, he and Matt went back to Diego’s dorm where he fetched the coin. As he stared at it, he felt Matt remove his pants. The changed young man looked up at Diego with a grin, before wrapping his lips around his cock. Diego moaned and felt the heat of the coin in his hand. But this time, he didn’t feel himself hurdle through space and time. Instead, as Matt continued to suck him off, Matt actively changed. His hair became jet black and styled, while his facial hair grew out and darkened. The muscle in Matt’s body atrophied slightly more, with the former jock taking on a skinnier frame. His skin darkened even more, now mimicking Diego’s and his Mexican heritage. His lips thickened and his eyes took on a more vacant look as his intelligence was drained. Matt- or Mateo now- continued to suck Diego vigorously until the other man came. He swallowed every drop and looked up at Diego with great appreciation.

Weeks had passed since then, and Diego tried his best to keep in touch with Mateo, partly out of guilt and partly in hopes that he’d get another BJ. At times, he and Mateo would go out and party, with Mateo helping break Diego out of his shell some more. And since Mateo had dropped out of school, he had plenty of time for that. In fact, he had invited Diego to his first show at the local gay strip club. Sure it wasn’t how he expected his life to go, but to Mateo, he couldn’t imagine it any other way.

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transmascissues · 5 months

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hi tiffany. you're such a feminine woman lol.

this shit is so funny to me because absolutely no one who has actually seen me irl would call me “such a feminine” anything.

i had a patient at work greet me and a few of my coworkers (all cis women) by saying “hey pretty ladies…and…you’re a girl, right?” with the last part directed at me. i’m so aggressively non-feminine by traditional standards that even the people who assume i’m a woman cannot in good conscience include me in “pretty ladies”. if anything, the way i present myself is so ambiguous that you can almost see people flip a coin in their head when they meet me to decide what gender they think i am, and i’ve been existing in that androgynous space for so long that when i initially came out to my dad as agender 8 years ago, he basically just said “yeah, that makes sense, you never did like all the girly stuff.” so you’re just wrong, and you’d be wrong even if i was a woman because i would absolutely not be a feminine one.

and honestly, the fact that you assume i’m super feminine just because you see me as a woman is just misogyny wrapped in a layer of transphobia to justify it. experience tells me that you’re the kind of person who also goes around telling trans men&mascs that we “can just be masculine women”, so which is it? can we be masculine and still be women, or is anyone you see as a woman automatically such a feminine one? are your ideas about gender really so regressive that you think you can tell whether or not someone is feminine simply by finding out what genitals they were born with? because i thought we could all at least agree that masculinity isn’t something exclusive to one kind of body.

either way, i know your goal was to upset me, to push me a little closer to detransitioning or killing myself or just living in self-hatred and misery, and you failed at that much. i’m not offended by being called a feminine woman because that’s not a bad thing to be, you’re just wrong and i think you’re an asshole for doing it with the obvious intention of hurting me. you’re only making yourself look bad.

#as you can see the circus is still in town in my inbox #anon hate #examples of transandrophobia #transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilmisia #virilphobia #anti transmasculinity #transmascphobia #trans men #transmascs

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irisintheafterglow · 3 months

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HAND THREE - TWO PAIR

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a date is had.

wc: 2.5k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, some swearing, banter and dialogue driven, fake dating, pining and tension, todoroki enji jumpscare LOL

note: the two wolves living inside me is one wanting to rush the hell out of slow burn and the other telling me to make it painfully slow. however, i broke a little and made the pining a little obvious in this chapter oops. one day i will achieve the emotional release of s2 bridgerton bee sting scene. hope you enjoy !!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

“Show.”

“You first.”

“I’m royalty.”

“And I have the higher stack. Now, show,” you repeat and he scoffs, the corner of his mouth tugging upward and creasing the deep purple scars on his cheek. He turns his two cards face-up and, sure enough, you’d snatched another victory from the self-proclaimed Prince of Calculation. “I win again,” you smile and he begrudgingly pushes the pot to your side of the table, an amalgamation of garden pebbles, stray buttons, and a few gold coins you managed to produce. You were using whatever you had to gamble and the prince didn’t seem to mind. Touya, you remind yourself. You were supposed to call him by his first name throughout this whole charade, but it seemed as foreign on your tongue as a protruding third set of teeth.

“You’re a much more dangerous woman than you give yourself credit for,” he muses with a clever glint in his eyes. Over the course of the last month or so, you’d accumulated an immunity to his unwavering stares and scalding eyes; lately, it actually seemed you found a certain affinity for his intense nature, even when you were its only target. His sweetly poisonous words were the latest test to your composure. “If we dressed you as a man for the night, we could relieve an entire club of their purses before the clock strikes ten.” His pretty fingers dealt another two cards and you peeked at them from the bottom of your vision. Queen of hearts and two of clubs. Not the best hand.

“Hmm. How much of the pot would you use to bail me out for invading said club?” You lay out the first three cards, the flop, and flip the first over before betting a conservative amount. Four of diamonds.

“Who ever said anything about bail? I’d just sneak you out. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time,” he answers, calling your bet, and you can’t tell if he’s kidding. It was another piece you were still trying to solve of the puzzle that was the prince of the Todoroki family, how he joked so casually about breaking laws and dodging authority. The nonchalance of his recklessness made your stomach turn, sometimes, but you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or intrigue. You flip the second card of the flop. Two of hearts. A pair, if all else failed. You just had to hope he didn’t have anything either.

“For a royal, you seem to know a concerning amount about rule breaking. Do you have any intent to corrupt me?”

“By the end of our courtship, possibly.” Jack of diamonds. Not what you were hoping for as the third card, by any means. A flash of excitement lights up behind your opponent’s eyes, too purposeful to be genuine. You mentally added his poker tells to the never-ending list of things to figure out about him, right under the number of crimes he’s committed against the government. Tossing in a few medium-value flower petals, you’re unsurprised when he matches your bet again.

“Our courtship which, I’ll remind you, is causing quite the stir in the ton,” you point out while revealing the turn. Seven of hearts. You try not to let your disappointment in your current hand show on your face. The prince, you notice, looks like he’s trying a little too hard to contain his excitement. “You know, I suspect they might be rooting for us.”

“That’d be a new experience for me. Never received too much support in my endeavors before.” He places a high bet and you have no choice but to match it. If you were right about him lying, you would learn something new about his poker strategy; but, if you were wrong, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the day. You flip the river and your heart stutters. Two of diamonds. You’re careful with your next bet, knowing that three of a kind wasn’t the best or worst hand you could create. The prince, however, pushes his entire hoard into the pot with a challenge in his eyes. He was trying to force you to fold.

You match the bet and reveal your hand.

Two pair versus three of a kind. The prince was bluffing, and you won again.

“At least this time, you’re not alone.” The admission is obvious but still catches both of you off-guard when you say it. You’re about to apologize for being too sentimental when that unreadable look passes over his face again, sudden as a lightning strike and gone just as quickly.

“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, relinquishing the remaining pot of knick-knacks to you. “Though I will say, having my ass handed to me in a card game was not a part of my plan.”

“A woman with intellect is never part of a man’s plan, yet she prevails all the same,” you conclude and he hums in agreement, collecting the remaining cards and slotting them back into their box. A concerning thought occurs to you and you glance around the secluded palace courtyard with new-found suspicion. His eyes follow your own, watching you keenly in a way that was both comforting and unsettling.

“What is it?”

“Will the servants not whisper about a woman playing a man’s game?”

“They will whisper that you won, and that is what matters,” he states like a well-known fact. “Why? Is something bothering you about them?”

“No, I’m just mulling over this whole arrangement again.” You wave him off dismissively and take another sip of lemonade from your teacup. A drink which, when you’d finally agreed to meet the prince at the palace for a day, he ordered presumably because you both shared a distaste for tea. “How odd it is and how people gossip so.”

“A lady beating the prince at poker is hardly a scandal compared to what transpired last week,” he recalls with terribly-hidden amusement, breaking off a piece of scone and smearing a glob of berry preserves onto it. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Your cheeks heat when you think of the memory and you snap your fan open to cool yourself and hide your burning face. It certainly wasn’t your proudest moment, to say the least.

“Would you like me to retrieve a stick to keep your competition at bay?” You had jokingly asked, following his distracted gaze. It was your third ball of the season and your third public appearance with the prince; both you and your co-conspirator were forced to acknowledge the increasing number of interested suitors trying to pry you away. Dances, you found, were one of the few moments where other men weren’t climbing over each other for your attention. The only problem was being forced to share breathing space with him for an extended period of time. “Your Highness, why are you glaring like that?”

“I said to stop calling me that, and I’m not glaring,” he mumbled, very obviously glaring and avoiding your eyes. His hand stiffens around your waist, making your already-awkward distance from him more uncomfortable. It didn’t take long to notice that he was a fine dancer when he was with any other partner but you, and you figured it was because being in such close proximity was not part of your agreement. You raise a skeptical eyebrow, finally making him look at you when the silence indicates your displeasure. “Pay me no mind. I am only–”

“Moping like a kicked dog, that’s what you’re doing,” you interject and, in a blink, you’re back in another standoff with his intense stare.

“I don’t recall when you gained the right to comment on my behaviors so crassly.” Your eyebrows pinch, taken aback by his sudden hostility. His eyes were always burning, like embers in a fireplace, and it felt like the longer you looked at them, the less likely you’d be able to pull away. After a few moments of staring him down, you back off with a frustrated huff. You think you feel some of the tension leave him, too.

“If we are to keep up this ruse in a believable manner, I suggest you confide in me from time to time, especially if it causes you to act in unfavorable ways,” you state simply, your irritation obvious.

“You know nothing of my unfavorable ways.” The venom in his voice makes your heart sink, against your own judgment. His expression doesn’t soften, but his voice does. “Trust me. It’s not your burden to bear,” he says in a low tone and goosebumps spread across your arms, despite the fabric of your gloves and the sleeves of your dress. He meets your eyes and you could have sworn his gaze flickers to the neckline of your gown, but the action, like so many of his movements, is too quick to comment on. “So, let’s keep to our sides of the street, shall we?”

“You’re insufferable,” you hiss, letting your politely smiling face slip as the strings conclude the dance. “Enjoy the rest of the evening. I feel a bit faint.” The muscles in his jaw clenches and you turn on your heel to beeline for an exit when a strong hand grabs you by the wrist and pulls you backward. Before you can register where you’re moving, your hand is placed firmly on his forearm and you’re a split-second from slapping him when–

“Touya.” Shit. With a blank mind, you remember to curtsy from pure muscle memory, dipping deeply toward the ground while the prince bends at the waist.

“Good evening, Father.” Touya’s voice becomes empty, devoid of all sarcasm, teasing, and charm. A glance at his face tells the same tale, blank and emotionless. The only indication of his true thoughts came the slight shake in his arm and how he unconsciously tugged you closer and closer to his side. You let yourself be pulled in and your free hand moved on its own, coming to rest on top of his and running your thumb over his knuckles. He exhales shakily. “Father, this is–”

“I know who you are,” he says before you could be properly introduced, making your nostrils flare. The man besides you bristles and you wonder how such a hard-faced, stoic man could make such a reckless and carefree son. You’d never seen King Todoroki except in victory parades and newsprints of his alliance with King All Might, but you could recognize the family’s flaming eyes from miles away. You decided that, no matter how irritating the prince was, his father was lower on your ranking of the Todoroki royals. “Should you marry, are you aware of the responsibility of being the wife of a king?”

“I believe she is called a queen, Your Majesty,” you hear yourself say before you can stop yourself. From beside you, the prince makes a noise somewhere between a choke and a snort, and you direct your attention to the floorboards in hopes of surviving the king’s scathing reply. Despite the chatter of the party around you, it feels like your words were echoing off the gilded ceilings. The reprimand, however, never comes. The king turns back to his son with a look of suppressed wrath before turning and stalking away, a crowd of nobles crowing for his attention.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he whispers in disbelief as he hurriedly guides you out of the hall and into one of the manor’s gardens, still within sight of nosy mothers but out of their earshot. Your hand hasn’t left his arm, nor has he tried to pry it off. If anything, you click into his side like a missing puzzle piece, and you’re confusingly reluctant to let go. “That was the worst possible way you could have answered that question,” the prince continues and your stomach turns.

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” you reply with poorly masked shame, lowering your head and letting him walk ahead. Your hand detaches from his arm and you’re struck by the sudden lack of warmth. He turns sharply to look at you, looks back at his empty arm, and then back at you before closing the few feet between you. His eyes were burning into you again but he said nothing, watching you watch the blades of grass surrounding your shoes. Your voice is as quiet as the swaying summer wind. “If I have jeopardized our plan, I understand if you–”

“Stop,” he commands, and it takes a moment to register his gloved fingers under your chin, gently but firmly tilting your head to look at him. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of where his skin meets his scars and the world around you quiets. “I am…the opposite of angry with your actions.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not an easy task, talking back to my father. Yet, you performed it as easily as breathing,” he explains with a soft awe in his expression that made your breath catch in your chest.

“I guess I’ve had good practice, countering your arguments for the better half of the summer,” you agree hesitantly. What the hell was this feeling? For whatever reason, the world around you temporarily faded to static noise and blurred paintings, with the only decipherable images being the man in front of you. “So, you’re not unhappy with my behavior around your father?”

“I have never been prouder to be seen with you,” he reassures you and you finally crack a smile, his hand leaving your face and his feet stepping back to a respectful distance. “On another note, can you recall what we were arguing about before we were interrupted?”

“I can’t, unfortunately. I believe I was about to leave you alone on the dance floor to mingle with other suitors,” you joke and, though his expression remains relaxed, his eyes darken subtly.

“I wouldn’t let them so much as breathe in your direction,” he declares, your breath becoming stuck in your lungs again. “Plus, you were saying that you required a stick to fight them off.”

“I did not say I required a stick,” you counter, lightheartedly bumping your shoulder against his while you make your way back into the manor. He merely smiles, a rare, genuine smile. “Though, I would like to apologize for my brash observations.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Thank you,” you exhale, following him to the refreshments table.

“And…”

“Nevermind,” you backtrack, but he continues nonetheless.

“As reparation for insinuating that I act like an abused animal–”

“Which you do,” you retort quietly and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Next week, you will accompany me in receiving a visiting ally prince,” he says. “As it would be dreadfully boring to do alone and you, thankfully, bruised my ego, I will be dragging you with me on his guided tour of the kingdom’s market district.”

“Must I really attend?”

“Who’s acting like the kicked dog now?” He smirks and you have no choice but to go along with his plan. Now, after several rounds of beating his royal ass in poker, it was time for you to leave and prepare for the social night between the Takami and Todoroki kingdoms.

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pockysquirrel · 3 months

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You have in fact been saved from having to think about our beloved nemesis Inoue because I just remembered something older:

Hongo/Ichimonji, OG and Shin versions, compare and contrast? (And any other versions you happen to have encountered)

(Also totally agree Kaguragi-shipping contains unexplored possibilities, as much as I love his backstabbing games with Racles. Himeno, Rita and Jeramie would all be very strong dynamics)

(I'm glad you're doing this ask thing because it's fun chatting to you, disabled replies etc (which to be clear--very sensible in this hell world) would normally mean bombarding you with more asks would be the only way of directly replying haha)

OH MAN I AM FAILING AT TUMBLR

I read this and couldn't figure out why you couldn't reply...the problem was, evidently, we weren't mutuals. Do I know why? Nope. 🤦 Anyway, fixed that and adjusted my settings, because I do like replies, just not from randos.

ANYWAY!

All forms of Hongo/Ichimonji are valid and good! It makes sense and I am compelled by it! I am QUITE compelled by it. But you asked for more analysis and I can't do that while actively drooling, so let's mop up and proceed.

The KR71 version of the pairing, true originators of love in the 1970s, are one of those ships (and these are among my favorite kinds) that gives you a lot to think about in relatively little content. It's not often you get both Riders in the same place at the same time, but when you do, it instantly feels like a big deal. Obviously because it signals that the stakes are rising in the story, but also because, IMO, of the chemistry they have with each other. I point out the coin flip scene in the Sakurajima arc as an obvious example, but there are more.

Then I found out they have a canonical telepathic bond and basically catapulted into full fandom mode. There really are few things more intimate than the ability to touch minds.

And speaking of the types of weird intimacy you can only find in genre fiction, I must of course mention the manga, and one page thereof that has lived rent-free in my brain since the day I read it. The characterization is different here - for Ichimonji in particular - and it affects how they relate to each other in a way I don't care for as much. But come on. These guys got to share a body! Their minds joined together, all of their senses experienced as one! And that's incredibly sexy! (I wrote fic about that. And it takes A Lot for me to be into something enough to surpass my hangups and write smut.)

Which brings me to Shin, and the literal flailing meltdown I had in the movie theater when I saw my favorite manga page replicated in exact detail. These poor guys. They both wear their emotional wounds much more openly than their 71 counterparts, but they are also much more visibly healed by each other. This version I think offers the best example of how much of a relief it can be to find someone who shares your experiences, your pain, and to realize you aren't alone.

I love Shin KR dearly, wouldn't change a thing, so this is much more me lamenting the constraints of a feature film format than it is an actual complaint. I wish we had more time to see the Double Riders getting to know each other. But hey, that leaves plenty of room for fic, and I am more than good with that.

I've seen First/Next twice now and my brain still tries to pretend those movies don't exist most of the time. We'll leave it at that.

#ship it #ship it good #this is a lot of words #probably one of those topics i could have written an actual term paper on if i were still in my 20s #but im not so you'll have to settle for brainspew #seriously thank you for asking me this #kamen rider #kamen rider 1971 #shin kamen rider #do these guys have a ship tag?#fuck it we ball

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slightly-gay-pogohammer · 4 months

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Hi question: Is Fear and Hunger supposed to be this hard? I've played for almost 7 hours and feel like I've made like, no progress. Am I missing something? Q-Q You really seem to love the game so there's gotta be more to it than my experience of infinite leg breaking

dasfdsfn no yea funger. IS super hard. sometimes to the point of unfairness, since it heavily relies on RNG. consider that, despite making no progress in the story, you're learning more and more stuff about the mechanics of the game, where to go and which enemies to avoid. even now, sometimes i have "hopeless" runs, where i force myself to continue not because i feel like i can win, but because pushing a little more means i get to understand a little more how the game works.

buuuuuuut if i may give a little hints, going as spoiler-free as possible:

for an easy start, pick mercenary, be a burglar and rush into the dungeon. that's by far the easiest way to play the game

go left

avoid enemies at all costs as long as you're alone

the bed next to the statue is a one time free save.

every bed become free saves as long as theres no enemy left alive in that floor. if you fail the coin flip just leave the area and return in here

guard can stop every coin flip attack, and enemies always use a specific pattern. learn their rhythm

O LORD, GIVE, WHITE ANGEL*

experiment with the talk option, because sometimes it can save you from very difficult battles*

don't go directly for the head, it has too much evasion as long as the enemy's balance is stable

learn which part of the body does which attack

fire and poison on enemies is OP to the point to be broken

talk just once to the man in the library

know where to pray to which god*

boss souls can be taken by soul stones, and some are much more valuable than others*

protecting your arms is much more important than protecting your legs

infection is such a bitch of a status. get rid of it as fast as possible*

red vials can be used against enemies

dont use blue herbs unless you have no other choice. if you find the right books you can turn them into mix of red and blue or blue vials, which give you way more HP

if the crow enters the room, simply changing screen despawns him

let the girl throw rocks

the mines have a one time free full hunger area, the courtyard one where you can regain all health. all the other times you'll have to coin flip

...and since some are very cryptic, under read more more explainations on the ones with the *. i go a lot more in details, but read it only if youre, like. very desperate

if you find an empty scroll and a feather, use the scroll and write O LORD in the first menu, GIVE in the second, WHITE ANGEL in the third, in all caps. it's a very powerful late-game accessory that allows you to have two turn

very important examples for talk options: in the mines, Moonless can become a party member if you talk to her and give her rotten meat twice; the hounds will get distracted if you talk and throw a stick; you can sell people to Trortur if you talk to him; the yellow mages may give you a good item; corpses won't attack you if you tell them PREPARE TO DIE

out of every God, Alll-mer can unlock very cool stuff. Pray to him in one of the circles on the ground, sacrifice the crucified man in the torture chamber (kill the priests around him, they give you access to the level up room) and pray to him at the big statue in the courtyard where you find Ragnvaldr and the Butterfly. If you have a Soul Stone "charged" with an enemy's soul, this should be enough to unlock Teleport in the hexen circles

by far the best bosses to Soul Stone(tm) are the Salmonsnake and the White Angel's. the Black Witch and the Old Guardian are quite good too, but if you have to pick two go for the former

infection is a status that insta-kills you after 7 screen change. Fix it as fast as possible either with green herbs or by cutting off the infected limb. Having no shield is much better than restarting the whole game

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crazycatgirl420 · 1 year

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Reincarnated as Danielle Fenton-Masters part 2

A self instert Danny phantom fanfic

The ride from Vlad's Illinois mansion to Amity Park wasn't that long actually, though I had spent the last hour and a half lost in thought.

How much of the show did i actually remember and how much of what I knew was phandom created? Most of what I remembered was likely phandom created, because I think the show was intended to be a kid's show.

It doesn't really matter though, I'd just have to deal with life one day at a time, worrying about issues as they develop. For now, that meant using my human form to get into the FentonWorks disaster of a house.

It was horribly easy to break into FentonWorks. The front door wasn't locked, there were no cameras or security for non-ghostly threats. Danny and Jazz weren't here, and the doors to the basement lab were shut, the bright red light above the door saying it was in use. I made

The house was a mess, and the kitchen was the lesser known sibling of a toxic waste land. I couldn't find cleaning supplies anywhere, so I sent the driver, Ms. Nancy, to get some from the store.

I don't know how long I spent cleaning, the familiar mind numbing routine from my last life made the time fly by so fast. I was short, and physically weak, so I had to carefully figure out my powers to get anything done. Flying, cleaning the windows, walls, corners, tv, ceiling fan, changing the light bulbs, dodging the anti-ghost security attacks. Vaccuming the couch, under the cushions, lifting the couch to lean under the couch, the floor, wiping off the tables, moving all the dirty laundry to a basket and then tracking down the laundry room.

I cleaned the kitchen much the same way. Top to bottom, sorted through the fridge, sent Ms.Nancy grocery shopping, restocked the cupboards and fridge, washed the dishes, got them a mini fridge specifically for their vials of ectoplasm.

When I was done I noticed there was someone else in the kitchen with me. I turned around to see Danny, so much more real than he'd been in my memories of a cartoon. Messy black hair, gray-blue eyes, human and alive and real, right in front of me.

"So, who are you kid?" he asked.

"I'm Danielle Masters," I said, "I'm your clone, Vlad wants your dna because i'm dying, and he wants to either save me or create a better clone of you"

"That's... a lot to process," Danny said, sitting heavily on the nearest chair.

I nodded, turning to the fridge and pulling out the stuff to make sandwiches.

As Danny and I ate, we talked. I admitted I had only came to life this morning, was physically about three or four years old, and haven't done more than the basic ghost powers because I don't want to accidentally die doing more than that.

He pulled out his cell phone, and we watched videos, listening to music for funny cat videos or scrolling through celebrity gossip articles. It was fun, and I learnt most of the songs I knew existed here but not all of them. It seemed to be a coin flip on if a certain celebrity or songwriter existed in this universe. As I was scrolling through movie titles, a wisp of cold breath from between my lips, I glanced up and knew Danny had left the same.

"...Do you need help?" I asked, I wasn't sure how much help i could be but I'd do my best if he needed me too,

"No, stay here. Or hide in my room if you want too, I'll be back in a few minutes,"

So I went to Danny's room, which was just as much of a disaster as the rest of the house had been. after looking up the current ghost fight on Danny's phone, seeing Phantom fighting one of Vlad's failed experiments at the school, I sighed. I wasn't there to attack Danny from behind like my character had done in the show, I wasn't sure what would happen.

There wasn't much I could do, but I could clean. When Danny returned, his room would be clean, his bed sheets changed and his laundry washed and put away.

#dp fanfic #danny phantom #self instert #danielle phantom

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sebastianstansqueen · 2 years

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Can I request a part two to the egg baby experiment fic where reader is prego and tells everyone and they are all really excited? If you can’t do it that perfectly fine, thank youuu

BABY EGG EXPERIMENT 2

A/N: Here's the sequel, and as always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 561

Warnings: Fluff, The Avengers proving that they shouldn’t be parents and humor

Masterlist // Taglist open

Tags: @cherryblossomskye - @babylooneytoonz - @wonderlandfandomkingdom - @miraclesoflove - @amelia-song-pondpond - @leyannrae - @avengerlex - @pineprincess - @nik2write - @dorothea-hwldr - @rosie-posie08 - @scxrletrecsmarvel -

You’d found out you were pregnant weeks ago but still hadn’t told Bucky, but today was an ultrasound and you were going to tell him at the appointment…well you were going to have your doctor tell him at the appointment. Ever since you’d done the whole egg experiment thing, the team has gotten worse, the whole team has gotten baby fever you laughed when Peter had done a little reenactment for you, of you announcing your pregnancy.

“Alright Y/n and Bucky we have prepared a little something for the two of you in hopes that it’ll give you inspo so just sit back and enjoy.” Peter announced your husband had an annoyed look on his face.

“I feel like I should be a proud mom and record this.” You laughed, pulling out your phone to start the video.

Peter put on a y/h/c wig, and Thor put on a red wing. “Nat, I’m preggos!”

“By who?” Thor asked.

Peter looked around awkwardly. “That's the thing, it’s either Bucky, or Harry.”

Thor broke character. “Harry who?”

“Styles now get back into character!” Peter yelled at the god.

“You should name it Barry, and then flip a coin and if it’s heads Bucky if it’s tails it’s harry son of styles.” Thor said in his girly-like voice he tried to keep up.

You applauded when the two bowed. “Great performance but what was this supposed to inspire us to do?”

“Ways to tell Bucky your preggo!” Peter told you.

You shook your head at the memorie, as you and your husband walked into the doctor's office, you checked in once called back you and Bucky headed to an ultrasound room, Bucky was confused as the spread the jell on your stomach, and you could hear a heartbeat. “Oh Mr. and Mrs. Barnes it’s twins!” She said happily.

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. “What!”

“Twins?” You weren’t expecting to be the one shocked today but you were.

You and Bucky decided how to tell the team, and once the perfect idea was brought upon you, you told FRIDAY to have the team meet in the living room area. “Alright boys, and ladys round two with twins.” You handed out two eggs to each person and they looked at you with confusion.

“Y/n, we already tried and failed at your experiment. Why are we doing it with two eggs now?” Steve asked.

“Well you guys gotta be prepared for the twins if you want to ever hold them.” You said matter of factly you watched as every team member dropped both eggs to the floor in shock. “Look what you’ve done now all of you failed at the same time.” You tisked. “Lucky you’ve got about nine months to pass.” The whole team got up and hugged you with excitement but just you wait cuz the baby fever is just getting started.

You handed the team members new rules and new eggs.

DA RULES:

Name your Eggs

Do Not Break The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Draw a face on the Eggs

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Make the Eggs clothes

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Keep them with you at all times

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Eggs are treated as Twins!

#dad!bucky x reader #dad!bucky x mom!reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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mollybearrttrpg · 2 months

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the d20 kind of sucks for TTRPGs

In a good number of systems, the 20-sided die is the primary die used for determining success or failure of any given action. On paper, this makes sense. 1-20 is a good number range, and the factors of 2 and 10 make a lot of sense when developing games, as it gives you a lot of freedom to make giant tables or the like without sacrificing consistency.

However, in my experience, the d20 is too random. When you break it down, you have pretty much exactly a 5% chance to roll any given number on the die. So if you need to roll a 15 to succeed on an action, you have about a 25% chance to succeed that action not including any modifiers. This works very well when you're handling "straight" rolls, or typically when doing something your character doesn't have any particular advantage or disadvantage with.

For example, when you have a character who has say, practiced sword combat their entire life with a deep variance of targets, and you have maybe a +5 to this roll to hit someone with a sword with a threshold of 15. This is a fairly typical setup, but this now only increases your chances of succeeding on this roll to 50%. Which... feels bad. The d20 makes this check with modifiers still basically a coin flip, which ideally should not be the case with a (functionally) percentile die. The larger margins of values should give more dynamics to rolling checks, not less.

In Pathfinder 2e for example, a system I quite like and enjoy, this problem gets especially bad when you consider how critical successes and failures work in that system. The way criticals function is that if you succeed or fail a given check by 10 (so with the 15 example, rolling a 5 is a critical fail and rolling a 25 is a critical success, including modifiers). Theoretically, this is sort of designed to solve the problem I proposed, in which that characters who are exceptionally skilled at something still often have a coin-flip level probability to do the thing they're good at.

However, in practice, instead of making characters who are skilled at their thing more likely to succeed and succeed well, it doesn't really change anything except the frequency in which critical successes or failures are rolled. At the end of the day, the threshold to succeed is the threshold to succeed, and rolling higher than that is more or less just a narrative tool (unless you're rolling a critical in combat), which you don't necessarily need codified gameplay mechanics for. You can kind of just do that when an exceedingly high roll calls for it.

Basically, I just don't think the randomness that the d20 introduces is useful, and essentially having a "fuck you" mechanic in which you can just get unlucky and be completely unable to function in gameplay sense just... is bad. I don't think the forces of RNG should be able to deprive players of their agency, and the inconsistency it introduces is a net negative to enjoyment of the game as a whole. I think in order to deprive players of their agency and have it remain fun, there needs to be structured, non-randomized systems that do this. You can get unlucky in real life, yes, and that can make you unable to function. But in a TTRPG, it just isn't that fun or interesting to me. Players should succeed well thought out maneuvers and fail poorly thought out maneuvers or those completely outside of your expertise. Randomization should be used for the things that fall in between those margins.

#ttrpg #table top rpg #ttrpg design #roleplaying games #rpg #tabletop #tabletop games #table top games #story games #collaborative storytelling #table top role playing game #lore #ttrpg lore #writing #creative writing

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localplaguenurse · 7 months

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Fear and Hunger is currently 50% off on steam…….

I’m fighting myself to NOT buy this game……

Mmmm but your chara fic is whispering sweet temptations into my ear……

Ivy you’ve given me a reason to rant and ramble about Funger and I think you know that

1. This game is rarely going to be nice to you. Genuinely. First and foremost, aside from plot relevant items, every item is randomized. And not just randomized as in each game has a different set of items when you spawn in, I mean if you manage to save your game, search a barrel, die, respawn and search that barrel again, it’s not gonna be the same item. You could become super op in the start of the game if the cards feel like you deserve it.

2. The combat system is interesting. First of all, there’s no leveling up system. You get 0 experience points from fighting. Most of the time it’s actually better to avoid fighting altogether. When you’re in combat however, there’s a dismemberment system. Think of it like every enemy’s limb gets a turn, sort of, and every three rounds there’s typically a coin flip to avoid a “big attack.” You have to methodically damage/cut off the limbs of your enemy in order to kill them. The recommended strategy is you attack the arms first so they don’t attack you (namely whichever arm is holding the weapon), and then you have to cut the legs (or genitals of certain enemies) to cripple them, which makes their head easier to hit and instantly kill them. It’s very difficult to actually land a headshot without going for the legs. Also, using magic requires “mind” which drains the longer you’re in the dungeon. You can restore mind by getting drunk and doing drugs.

3. Coinflips. Every once in a while the game is going to make you flip heads or tails. They pop up when you search certain chests, search bookshelves, go to take a rest to save, are in combat, are walking around, and even use certain items. If you guess right, you can get some good loot, actually save your game, keep yourself from getting killed and/or witnessing a really nasty scene (that usually kills you anyways), keep yourself from falling through the floor, and other fun things! If you fail, then whoops. Occasionally you can find lucky coins, so if you hold shift, you can flip two coins, which raises your success from 50/50 to 75/25. Nothing is more soul crushing than getting double heads when you wanted tails though. Agony.

4. You can lose limbs and/or suffer other permanent debuffs. An enemy will attack you and cut it off, or it’ll give you an infected limb, or you’ll step on another fucking rusty nail again and be out of green herbs to cure the infection, so you’ll have to take out your rusty bonesaw to cut it off. If you lose one arm, you can still use weapons but only one handed ones, and can’t hold shields. Lose both arms, can’t hold weapons, pray your character knows magic. Lose one leg, your walking speed is reduced, but lose both legs and you have to crawl around. You can even lose your eyes and go blind, and the game is still technically playable, but ragequitting is not only valid but recommended. You can also get fractured limbs which can’t be healed, permanently lowering your hp, or suffer rectal bleeding from getting assaulted and you can’t stop the bleeding ever.

5. This game gets gross. There’s offscreen and, if you fuck up a coin flip, onscreen assault. I lost a coin flip to a harvestman, it broke all my limbs and shoved an arm up my ass and killed me. You get the status rectal bleeding from the night crawlers and certain guards you can lose coinflips to, and at least one boss I know of going off the guide I had to look at to beat the game. Also gore and general nudity. I can not describe when I was first playing the game, I was streaming it with friends during dnd, I ran into a guard for the first time and was met with a monster cock the length of my arm and twice the thickness. You couldn’t even stream this game until someone made a censorship mod.

6. You’re gonna end up looking at walkthroughs to figure out wtf you have to do. That’s fine, just try to avoid actual lore spoilers.

7. The whole point of the game is you have to find L’egarde in the prison in the deepest part of the dungeon. You have to do this in 30 minutes. Fuck whoever told me I had an hour.

8. Don’t jump down the toilet hole. There’s literally nothing there for you as tempting as it is.

9. I FORGOT SAVING!!!! You can only save by flipping a coin before going to bed or getting books of enlightenment. Only one bed is truly safe, Another is safe the first time, the others might end up getting you killed.

And that’s pretty much all the relevant information you need to know before you consider buying funger! I personally like the thought of someone suffering with me but you can make your own choices uwu.

#ask #ivy!#fear and hunger #funger

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chattingwiththelightkeeper · 2 years

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Train Your Dragon But Teach Your Submissive

A Chinese proverb says ”Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn”. Often when hopping around the kinky internet, you will find postings and memes about training a submissive or read about Dominants discussing the ways they train their submissive partners. I see things a bit differently and I am not a Dominant who believes in training, rather I believe in teaching and involvement. I am sure that right now many of you are saying teaching versus training is just a matter of semantics because they are the same but for me, they are very different. So I will share a few thoughts on why I am a teacher and not a trainer.

As that Chinese proverb says I want to teach and involve my submissive in building our relationship. I do not want to have a predesigned structure that my future girl would have to fit into. Together we will create an environment where I will lead, teach, involve her and we will both learn.

I am not a fan of rituals and protocols. It is not that these are incorrect but they are not for me nor will they be something that my partner wants. I want my submissive to respond as their heart desires and not because they are trained by rote to respond a certain way every time.

Life at times can be a complex mess which I believe is not suited for if-then statements. I want to teach my submissive about my expectations, learn theirs of me and themselves so these will be ours rather than mine dictated, so they will make the correct choices when life hands us a challenging day. I believe in empowering my submissive for those times when life does a 180 and fails to conform to the expected “if-then” situation. By teaching rather than training, they will have the moxie to handle things knowing we will both be proud of the outcome.

Lastly, since I am on the subject of training, I want to add my thought for those of you who might be new(er) to the lifestyle.Seek out mentors who want to teach and allow you to learn rather than a “BDSM trainer”. Many great people are more than happy to answer questions, provide guidance, and share experiences without wanting to hook up or take advantage of you. Look for and befriend others who share your particular kink role. If you are submissive, get to know other submissives, and the same if you are dominant, find others on your side of the coin. Yes, as you explore you will meet others who are on the flip side of that coin but you will have a strong group of peers that you can go to for advice, learn from and you can ask all those questions you have.

BDSM may be a bit spooky thing to explore by yourself but you can find your own Velma, Daphne, Fred, Shaggy, Scooby, and Scrappy (if Scrappy is your thing) to fill your Mystery Machine and unmask all the secrets of kink as only meddling kids can.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

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strqyr · 2 years

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Isn't it basically already established that Salem wants the relics to summon the gods who will see humanity is still divided and destroy remnant so she can finally die? Ozpin said as much and tyrian agreed to it.

if you take what ozpin and tyrian said as an objective truth, then sure.

but the thing about rwby is... it allows its characters to be wrong. to come to understandable conclusions with information (and/or bias) they do have, and still be wrong. they're not treated as omnipotent beings that just know everything because the writers need to spell it out to the audience.

but what does salem say about her plans? do her actions line up with those plans? how about what knowledge salem has?

because that's really where it falls apart; why would salem trust the gods to kill her alongside with the world, when their decision making is basically a flip of a coin?

the god of darkness agreed to bring ozma back even against the rules the gods abide by... until he found out that salem had indeed gone to his brother first with the same request.

the gods curse salem with immortality so she could never be with ozma again... until the god of light decides to bring ozma back anyway, this time with reincarnation so that he can't fully die either before his mission is complete.

hell, the god of light calls the planed (remnant) a beautiful, but failed experiment they would learn from YET apparently he couldn't stay away from that failure, and instead came back to return it to the same state it used to be in, with no apparent changes to be made. like, i don't think he learned anything during the time he spent away.

so. is that a risk worth taking? to summon the gods, so they could destroy the world and thus her—"So long as this world turns, you shall walk its face."—only to potentially be brought back again when the gods decide they're not done with her yet, that ACTUALLY, she didn't learn the lesson they intended her to learn?

to salem, the gods are the problem. and as long as they exist as they are, she will never be free of them.

#rwby #salem #anon #ask.strqyr

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hopemariposa · 1 month

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Moments in BBC’s Muppets Sitcom (2015) That Make Me Question Reality

I am not kidding. this is a real TV show. and everything i mention genuinely happened in it. there is only 16 episodes, and i love every minute of it

Kermit breaking up with Miss Piggy and replacing her with a Walmart-brand, southern new pig

she looks like this, is positively ugly, i hate her, and is definitely not a girls girl

Miss Piggy having beef with Elizabeth Banks

Miss Piggy having beef with Christiana Applegate

Miss Piggy having beef with Reese Witherspoon

Kermit having beef with Josh Groban

Fozzie Bear becoming a kleptomaniac and stealing a glass dish (and breaking it) from Jay Leno’s house and attempting to steal a brass chicken and pen before getting caught

this dude (scooter) has a fling with CHELSEA HANDLER and they KISS

this was her job. there are images, there are full-length episodes of a show, where she KISSES A PUPPET.

the Muppet’s show being sponsored by adult diapers. and Big Pharma. and Big Oil.

Gonzo pretends to be Liam Hemsworth on an online dating app. and Liam Hemsworth steals his date.

Miss Piggy steals a penguin from Argentina and names it “Gloria Estefan”

Uncle Deadly immediately adopts it and becomes its “daddy” (his words not mine) and gives us this photo:

Fozzie canonically cries every time that he hears the song “True Colors”

Ru Paul makes an appearance in Santa boxers

Miss Piggy tries to become besties with a “recently dumped dental hygienist” and fails

Yolanda (this rat) organizing and rigging a secret santa game so that she can make sure everyone has her name (queen behavior tbh)

two rats and a prawn kidnap a human employee and lock him in the writers room

Yolanda also entertains the advances of an ugly rat is named Rizzo

Rizzo is named Rizzo because he is a Rizzlord and gets many chicks throughout the shows’ run. look at him:

Kermit flips a coin to…. determine if he should get back with Miss Piggy.

Kermit openly admits that he eats pig. (he talks about eating barbecue)

Kermit also openly admits that his type is pigs

Kermit exclaiming “gross” after Piggy trauma dumps about her family being slaughtered on her farm if they got injured

Uncle Deadly directing a play of “Clueless” and playing Dionne

“Cool. Nothing fixes a broken home like a chair”

the internet and a parent’s union shame Mrs. Piggy because he tail accidentally pops out of her dress on Zootopia’s red carpet

Miss Piggy giving a child a “do-it yourself waxing kit”

“Cows were lab experiments by the government! That’s why there were no cows before 1972!”

Pepe the prawn making doing an impression of Barack Obama:

this show is a fever dream.

i pray to God Almighty every day that they make a reboot with this magnitude of lack of self-awareness

I leave you with these goofy photos I found on google

#hope rambles sometimes oops #the muppets #muppets 2015 #kermit the frog #miss piggy #uncle deadly #fozzie bear #rizzo the rat #gonzo the great #pepe the king prawn

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lamortwrites · 2 months

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lmao you know i want to ask about horny unethical scientific experimentation BUT i also want to hear about tamoko... the never ending struggle

both of these are from bloodborne au! I flipped a coin for this and it assigned you Tamoko :)

(cw for briefly referenced/implied necrophilia)

"Then what--?" Labrys shakes their head, tries to keep their cool. "You have omitted too many details. Explain."

"Just one detail, actually. That is all that is important to you. Do you know why the line of succession follows the female line in your family?"

They shake their head, anger finally sparking its way through the confusion that has wrapped around their mind. "What does it matter? I know Orin should have been the heir. I know Sarevok only inherited because his sister died when they were young. What does any of that have to do with me? With-- with my mother?"

"Sarevok never had a sister. That was a lie he fabricated to explain the changes in himself. The day his sister died was the day he became Sarevok. Do you understand?"

"No," they try, but it's not entirely true. "You said-- you said he was my blood, but not my father."

"I did."

"Then who is my father?"

"Not who," she corrects, and they feel ill. They cannot get the thought of Melodia out of their mind: that bloated, beached whale of a creature, corpse white and not quite rotting, the song of her blood so loud it had set their teeth aching.

"I don't understand," they try again, but this time it's a plea -- one which she ignores.

"Try harder," she says unkindly. "You have old blood of your own here. Don't tell me you haven't thought to experiment."

They turn away from her. Cross to the window, the ornate stained glass that looms over them. But it is Aylin's eyes that look down at them, and the weight of their old friend's gaze does nothing to help them quell the rising nausea within themselves.

Enver has suggested it, of course. After all, if the blood can heal, what is to say it cannot also create life? Ketheric has never explained how Isobel came to be, whether the womb of a corpse can still bear new life or whether she was conceived outside of it. But Ketheric could not have carried her, even if she was artificially conceived, not in the way that Enver's failed experiments -- that their mother -- that Sarevok could.

#quietly pushing my trans Sarevok agenda almost a decade after I first latched onto it lmao #ty for the ask!! <3 #answered #say-lene #bgbbau

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accidentalslayer · 3 months

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That’s messed up of your roommmage, nice that they help,

but what the f—-

Idk, there's always the flip side of the coin that I'm a person with severe mental health issues and their personalities & capacity to care cannot...keep up.

Economic greed and capitalism has a role to play in this too. Where I live has literally no available programs to help out people like me. I'm lucky enough that I'm able to drive 2 hours away just to get treatments that I need to live. And they're slowly stripping that away too. The poor and the disabled in this area are being starved of basic medical and psychological care. They're dying here.

It isn't my roommates responsibility to help me. But when they say "we're family" it really fucks with my head because...that's not my definition of family. Which is the root of the whole issue I guess.

I'm with people whose values not only conflict but directly impact me but it's not the other way around. They're landowners with mainstream jobs and the security of two homes and cars. At the end of the day, it isn't their really problem. They have power in this situation over me and I have no leg to stand on.

In my experience, when someone has power over you? They're going to use it against you if you inconvenience them.

The system is failing me. It's failing every disabled person out there.

#accidental asks #disabled #spoonie #the system is fucked

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cloudninetonine · 2 years

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You know what? Koridai memories scene cause we are never getting this in the fic.

It was anxiety inducing, how you two had gotten separated from the group.

The chain of eleven Links and you had gotten stuck at a split in the path. A few locals had said that nearby there was a terribly difficult dungeon with a crystal necklace inside that could let you spy on whoever you desire. Many adventurers had supposedly tried and failed in their attempts of reaching the piece jewelry.

The chain of course wanted it both so they could keep it out of the shadow’s hands, who may be in this time period for the necklace as it had summoned no black monsters yet, and to have it for themselves to see what the shadow was up to (and to spy on each other in the meantime because it was funny).

Since no one knew what direction it was in, the group decided to split and keep Wild and Wind in separate groups so they still could communicate through the pirate charm and sheikah slate respectively (Wild very depressingly said goodbye to you as if you were leaving and never coming back, as Wind had won the coin flip to be with your group).

With that, you and half of the heroes headed down the right path while the others headed down the left.

It may have been a calming walk if not for a little something bugging you.

“You sure you don’t want a massage? You’re awfully tense cutie.” You didn’t even have to turn to know there was a smirk on his face.

“Leave (Name) alone.” Wind, who had become awfully attached to you after your month long disappearance with Koridai and Courage, clung to your side and snarled at the Link.

Twilight and Time could usually enforce this kind of behavior with their intimidating figures. Sadly, neither were here. Your group consisted of Warriors, Sky, Wind, Hyrule, Koridai, and you, and two of those people were flirts.

“Koridai, leave them alone. They don’t appreciate your advances.” Hyrule gave the hero in question a dirty look, a small fire in his usually calm eyes.

“Oh come on. I can’t get my charm points in with the old man or ranch-hand around. If you want a healthy relationship you’ve gotta start somewhere.” The flirt said in response.

You were surprised by his oddly good view on relationships, before immediately realizing what that implied.

“I’m not interested in being your lover Kori.” Your smile was tired and voice emotionless.

“They all say that, before they fall hopelessly in love with me-“ he didn’t finish before Warriors gasped from the front.

“What in the- what are those?!” The startled tone did not fit Warriors voice, you thought.

“Cursed bokoblins! You can’t just slash at these guys, you’ve gotta get them where it hurts.” Sky yelled back to the rest.

You yelped as one of the cursed monsters tried to grip you with its gross, decaying arm. Wind quickly cut the appendage off before jumping at the creature.

“(Name) can’t stay here! There are too many and we can’t take them down fast enough! Who’s closest to them?” Hyrule shouted from the edge of the path, holding off dozens of the zombie like monsters with fire.

“I am!” Koridai shouted from beside you, grunting as he kicked two of the cursed creatures away from your legs.

“Take them and run!” Warriors screamed from somewhere ahead.

“What?! But- don’t you need Koridai?” You sputtered, feeling frustrated that you were acting as a liability once more.

“We’ll be fine, these are not black blooded and can be easily shaken off. For you however, you have no armor nor battle experience. There are too many and we can’t cover all bases, it’s best if you left with someone. Koridai, take them outta here!” As the order left Sky’s lips, you felt your arm being grabbed as you were pulled outta the battlefield by Koridai.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting in a small, mossy cave under a great, old tree. Thin vines spilled like a ripped curtain from the entrance, letting golden rays coat the inside.

Koridai spent a few tense and quiet minutes peeking through the vines, before letting his shoulder fall and pace over to your curled up form. After a moment of contemplation he sheathed his sword.

“We should be safe for now, are you alright? Any injuries?” Koridai gently took your arm and began looking it over.

“‘M fine Kori, just a little tired, that’s all.” You replied, voice still shaky from the scare you had just had.

Despite your reassurances the hylian continued his light examination before sighing in relief.

He flopped down beside you and began light, flirty conversation, likely trying to get you to uncurl on yourself.

“Come on cutie, don’t make this awkward and have this be a one-sided conversation.” His voice was whiny and childish sounding, earning a chuckle out of you.

“Thanks Kori. You know, despite being a weird, flirty mess, you’re really a good person deep down inside.”

He froze, eyes suddenly foggy and blank.

“Kori-?”

[oooooo, flashback]

He was curled up, arms wrapped tightly around his legs. His sword had been angrily pulled off in a fit of rage as he threw it haphazardly behind him. He was looking out into the water, watching as the setting sun washed it in pinks, yellows, and oranges.

Sparkly tears dripped down his red cheeks, and his teeth were clenched so tightly that it was beginning to hurt.

“What wrong my hero?” Your voice sounded softly.

“Everything.” Was his curt response.

“Everything, hmm? That’s a lot of things to be upset about.” You hummed.

“Maybe everything is worth being upset about.” He sniffled.

The bright light pulsed in a supposed chuckle, his fingers stopped digging into his legs as painfully at the calming sensation of your laughs.

“Oh, my little hero. Troubles not your own do so often get in the way of what is really important.” He didn’t know how a disembodied voice could sound like it was smiling, but he didn’t need too.

“And what’s that?” He spoke, looking up as if they were above him.

“You.”

He could cry at your soft spoken words.

“You are what’s important. Those that hold you down and bring your worries to the surface do not matter. Link, do not believe what they say, because they are wrong. Deep down inside you have a beautiful soul, and you are the best person you could ever hope to be.”

“You are you, and that’s enough, you don’t have to be more for them when you cannot give more than you already have.”

“You’re a good person and hero, Link.”

[wow, that was more emotional than I planned it to be, flashback over!]

“Kori? Kori! Earth to Koridai, hello?” You were pulling on his ear, grip just soft enough to not be painful but just firm enough to bring his consciousness forward.

Koridai’s eyes sparkled as they met yours, your beautiful eyes- he could see you. You were in front of him.

“Phew, for a second there I thought I’d lost you. You shouldn’t-“

“It was you…”

You paused, looking at him with confusion.

“You’re- you’re them. You’re you! Hylia, I-I don’t believe this! Is this real- are-are you real right now?” His voice was full of so much pure, unadulterated awe and hope and joy that it overwhelmed you. You’ve never seen him act like this. Was this-

He pulled your shoulders forward with the brightest, most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“It-it is you! It can’t be anyone else! You’re- you’re here, you’re actually here, in front of me. This is- this is amazing I-“

“(Name)! Koridai!” Both your heads snapped to the front of the cave, Wind’s voice ringing clear through your heads.

You turned to him and clasped your hands in his. “We’ll talk about this later, I promise, I’ll explain everything and more. For now, keep quiet and don’t speak of this with anyone who isn’t Wild or Rulie.”

Your hands- you had hands- they were in his, he could feel you, beyond your warm pulsing from his chest.

“Wild and- did you also-“

“Yes- yes I was there for them too, I’ll explain more later but that can wait till we set up camp and me, you, Wild and Rules can all find a spot alone together.” With that you stood and pulled him up to his feet, almost causing the hero to tumble over on his shaky legs.

If you noticed his hand gripping yours a little tighter and refusing to let go even after you both reunited with the group, you didn’t say anything.

And scene. Kori’s is finally done- that took way too long.

Why did I do this? Idk. Was there a purpose? Nope. Why did I not include him freaking out about player calling him ugly? It somehow got overly emotional and I couldn’t fit it in.

I may do Courage as well, as long as anyone else isn’t interested in doing it themselves.

HWHXJNWNXNEJD BB YOUVE DONE IT ONCE AGAIN, RAISED THE BAR WITH YOUR TALENT AND HAVE LEFT ME GON SMACKED.

BUT ON A MORE SERIOUS NOTE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND IM REALLY HAPPY YOU SENT THIS TO ME!

#cloud answers #bloodybloob #BB

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