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part 2 - [Lost in Madrid]

author note: jude is annoying but whats new + im too lazy to proofread. hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think about it!!

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“but, how do i know what participle form to use?”

you turn around to face adriana, one of your students in this course, “well, unfortunately you actually have to learn those.”

at your response, you could see hear shoulders sack a bit, muttering a spanish curse word under her breath.

“but,” you speak up again, hoping to lift up her spirits, “you’ll know them in no time, they’re easy to remember.”

nodding, she smiles at you before continuing to work on her report that she needs to wrote by the end of the month, something to monitor her progress in class.

sighing, you look around the class room, eyes focusing on the windows. it has been almost a month of you being here, teaching and helping around the center, and though it’s still a bit slow, you surely find different aspects to nite down for your thesis.

“hey, pretty teacher!” a voice appears by the door, making you tear away your eyes from the trees outside to look at the person.

“ah, lorenzo, buen día.” you smile at lorenzo, a new friend of yours.

you guys have been introduced to another by hernan, who claims that since you are in the same age range, you would get along even better than with others in the center. and he wasn’t wrong. even if you haven’t known lorenzo for a long time, you still find yourself enjoying his presence quite a lot, feeling comfortable enough to talk about various things with him during your lunch break. however, señor lagarde is still your favorite person, him giving you the feeling of an uncle that is also a father figure.

you walk up to him, looking at your students briefly before placing your attention on him.

“are you done with your group?”

lorenzo nods, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms in front his chest. they looked bigger this way, really good even, you admit. but you try to focus on his brown eyes instead, which are already looking at your face.

he turns his head to the side, smiling slightly, “i only had the younger ones today, they work fast. how about you, linda?”

you mirror his smile, “yeah, almost. they started their reports today, that is why it’s taking a bit longer.”

your gaze moves up to the clock on the wall, eyes widening as you see the time, “guys! you can already pack and leave for your practical lessons, the coaches wanted to start earlier today!”

choruses of “sí”s and “gracias”s are heard throughout the class, everyone is packing up and leaving the room, but not before wishing you a nice day.

“shall we go home together?” lorenzo pushes his body off the door frame, hand going through his dark hair to push it out of his forehead.

you move back to your desk, quickly packing your stuff, “can’t, i promised señor to watch his team play today.”

“want me to stay with you?”

smiling at his offer, you shake your head, kindly declining, “it’s fine, señor and i get along really well.”

“pero, what if that guy bothers you again?” his eyes sharpen and his lips are drawn into a straight line, though you can’t help but chuckle a bit at his behavior.

“no one bothers me! it was an accident!” you explain, putting your bag on your shoulder and walking out the room.

lorenzo is hot on your heels, not satisfied with your answer, “was that thing during lunch also an accident?”

thinking back, you pause a bit, unsure of what to say, “well, i don’t know? maybe he didn’t see me.”

scoffing, he shakes his head, “if you say so, but let’s get lunch outside next time, yes?”

“yeah, we’ll see.”

you bid your goodbyes and start to walk to the open field, thinking about the situation lorenzo was referring to,

“it’s so hot today.” you groan, moving along the line with your plate at hand.

“wait til it is august, it’s even worse then.” lorenzo replies, a smile dancing on his lips.

as you move up to the place for your drinks, you get yourself a coffee and some fruit, balancing them on your way to your seat.

but, right before you arrive at your table, someone bumps into your shoulder, causing the hot coffee to spill over your hand.

“ow, fuck. shit shit shit-“ you quickly put the coffee and plate down, shaking your hand for some relief.

“didn’t see you there.” a familiar voice behind you says, making your eye twitch.

“usually,” begin, turning around to face the british footballer, “one would apologize, instead of saying something like that.”

however, jude just nods, eyes focused on something else as he already begins to walk away, “yeah, ‘m sorry.” is all he says before he moves to the table to sit next to his friends.

scoffing, you looking down at your hand, which still feels hot, “stupid fucker.”

that trip down memory lane makes you scoff and you try shaking your head to get out of it.

but you also didn’t want to think too badly of someone you didn’t know, because who knows? maybe he has had a bad day that day? maybe he wasn’t feeling well?

instead of focusing on that, you try to focus on your view ahead, a happy señor lagarde that was explaining something to the players lined up in front of him.

in order not to bother him, you quietly move to your seat, a bit further away from the field than last time, just to be safe. you put your bag on the ground and rest your hands on your hips, eyes still looking at the people on the field. this time, there are more players than before, from different age groups and all of them play professional football here in madrid.

everything goes according to the schedule for a while, nothing too exciting. the sun is still high up in the sky, its rays heating up the entire place, resulting the players to sweat excessively during their training. you try to stay professional, you really do, but seeing some of the elder players running around the field, their shirts clinging onto their body and the sweat rolling down their neck, just makes you appreciate you internship a little more than necessary.

your daydreams come to an end when you hear someone call out your name, making you tear away your gave from the grass on your feet.

“can you bring us some water bottles?” you hear the british player - what was his name again? - yell at you, voice booming over the entire pitch.

you open your mouth, wanting to yell back, something along the lines that you aren’t some water bottle holder or whatever. but, you hold back, deciding on being mature about it and doing what he asked [demanded] you to do.

you get up, grab the bag with water bottles and start walking towards the group of people. opening the bag, you let each of them grab out a bottle, hearing small “thank you’s” as you pass them. as you turn around to walk back, you feel something around your foot, causing you to slightly trip, though it is nothing major and you catch yourself immediately. you turn around, looking at your feet first before your gaze moves up, staying locked at the face of the british player, whose eyes look everywhere but your direction.

you bite your tongue, trying your best not to say anything you might regret later. you continue your way back to your seat, leaving the now empty water bag next to it.

as practice slowly comes to an end, you start to pack up your book and pen, thinking about what you could cook for dinner when you arrive home.

“are you a new coach here?”

looking up, you see jaden - at least that is what you think his name was - looking down at you, a towel slung around his neck and hands resting on his hips. his dark eyes look directly into yours, creating a weird feeling in your stomach.

are you getting sick? due to the weather changes perhaps?

“no,” you shake your head amd get up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours and watching every movement from your side, as if you’re some kind of prey.

weirdo.

“i do an internship here, something with languages.”

the expression on his face morphs into one of enlightenment, “yeah, makes more sense.”

offended, your eyebrows draw together, getting ready attack this guy in front of you, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“nothin’” he throws his hands up in defense, “but, like, c’mon, y’know what i mean.”

“no, no i do not know what you mean,” you take a step forward, “why are you so rude?”

“‘m not rude! just trying to start a conversation.”

“well, you suck at that.”

now, he is the one offended, mouth open in shock, “no i don’t?” his accent was thick, maybe because he was getting worked up, “you suck at getting a conversation going!”

“no, i don’t!”

“you do, though.”

rolling your eyes you move away, making your way to the exit, “go away, jaden.”

he follows you, “it’s jude.”

“that’s what i said.”

“wow, you’re rude.” jude says, coming to a halt when you arrive at the door.

“me?” your eyes widen in anger? or is it frustration? you aren’t sure, but this guy surely knows how to awaken these emotions in you, “you’re the rude one! you never properly apologized for what happened during lunch!”

“i did!”

sighing, you close your eyes for a second, your nerves running thin, “listen, i gotta go-“

“want me to come with you.” his smirk makes you want to crave out his eyeballs, though you hold yourself back.

he is just a boy, he is just a boy, he is just a boy-

“woah, are you that happy that you forgot how to talk?” he speaks up again, smirk widening.

“have a nice day.” you monotonously reply, opening the door and closing it abruptly behind yourself.

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you always liked to say that fate was mostly by your side due to your positive thinking and avoidance of negative attitudes. but that luck must have come to an end.

after that talk with jude - not jaden, you really have to start remembering names better - you hoped to avoid being around him as much as you could, not because he did anything wrong, but just to safe yourself from another [annoying] conversation with that guy.

as already mentioned, however, fate seems to enjoy to throw you into situations where avoiding him was nearly impossible.

whenever you walked onto the pitch during your weekly practical classes, he was already there, yelling inaudible things at your direction and laughing at every mishap that happens to you. whether it was spilling the water because you got scared by a loud noise, or because your phone slipped out of your hands.

during lunch breaks, he seems to make it his very own mission to stand in your way, taking away the last piece of cake or taking extra long to choose a meal option, and what not.

at first you thought that he might just want to tease his teammates, they have always had a playful relationship amongst themselves, not a second passing without a laugh or giggle. but every time he did something that annoyed you, his eyes were already focused on yours, teasing smirk almost inviting you to punch it away.

“i just don’t understand what he wants from me.” you decide to rant to one of your colleagues during your break, expression sour.

“well,” she begins, chuckling a bit, “maybe he wants to get to know you?”

you feel like laughing, not believing the words coming out her mouth.

“yeah? and that is why his shots always ‘accidentally’ hit my legs?” you point out, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair, “i just want a relaxing internship, dealing with a child was not on my bingo card.”

amanda, your colleague, laughs at your comment, leaning against the table, “that is how footballers flirt! you should give him a chance-“

“give whom a chance?” lorenzo interrupts your conversation, taking a seat next to you, his arm behind the back of your chair.

“no one.” you answer, looking at amanda knowingly, “i was just telling her about some dude.”

“who?”

“irrelevant.” you dismiss the topic and look at the time, eyes widening when you register what time it is. “i have to go, señor lagarde needs my help today.”

as you leave the room, you hear amanda shout at you, something along the lines to enjoy your time.

“ah, linda! great timing!” you are greeted by señors deep voice as soon as you step onto the pitch, your bag now left by the benches.

“i’m here to help!” you reply, laughing as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

his eyes focus on the players on the field, all of them shouting something in spanish, sometimes more curse words than actual commands.

“so,” señor begins, bending down to grab a football, “all you have to do is throw the ball and they pss it back with their head, yes? and i will tell them to either go high or low.”

nodding, you take the ball from his hands and walk towards one of the cones that are spread on the field.

blowing his whistle, señor gathers the players around you two, explaining the next exercise in spanish.

“i will do the younger ones, you have older.” he tells you, also grabbing a ball.

“okay, sure.” you look up, though your smile immediately vanishes are you are met with a smiley jude at the beginning of the line.

“miss me?” his teasing made your ears bleed - not really, but you are pretty sure that it would happen soon enough - and you bite back a groan.

“alto.” your voice is low, eyes focusing on throwing the ball the way you need to.

and of course, of course, jude has no problems with passing it back, his technique almost flawless.

this routine goes on for another ten minutes, with jude always throwing sneaky comments in between the times when it is his turn.

at one point, he even stops standing in line, deciding to stand next to you and criticize the way you throw the ball, your pronunciation, the way you stand and you are pretty sure that if he could, he’d also criticize the way you breathe.

“no, no, that was too low, how is he supposed to get that?” - “higher, you gotta go higher!” - “why would you round your back like that?”

you are about to open your mouth, or maybe throw the ball against his face, but fate seems to favor him these days, since your thoughts are interrupted by señors final whistle.

“finally.” you throw your head back and begin to walk to your bag, the heat of the sun finally getting to you.

or maybe it was your nerves that are on the brick of giving up if you have to hear judes horrendous accent any longer.

“we should totally do that again!” jude jogs up next to you, matching you pace as you continue to walk.

you - sarcastically - smile at him, shaking your head, “no need, thanks.”

“no, but, you are shit at throwing the ball properly.”

“or,” you are getting provoked, you knew it, but it was so hard not to, “or maybe you just suck at passing the ball back? maybe you should be the one practicing your technique?”

lies, lies, lies, no matter how awfully you threw the ball at him, jude never made you even take one step to the side, perfectly delivering the ball back into your hands.

he chuckles, “you know that ain’t true.”

“you ain’t true.” your reply is dry, but you couldn’t help yourself.

today was exhausting and judes annoying comments didn’t help either.

“what are you? a kid?” he asks, not getting the hint of leaving you be.

you side eye him, “i’m older than you.”

“yeah i can tell.”

mouth open in surprise, you do the first thing that comes to your mind, which is hitting his back with your flat hand as hard as you could.

jude just giggles, though, finding amusement in your behavior.

“asshole.” is the last thing he hears you say before you walk out the door, not bothering to say any kind of goodbye to him.

“don’t miss me too much, yeah?” he shouts after you, the only reaction he gets is your middle finger, triggering a laugh out of him.

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the sound of a spanish pop song softly playing through the speakers is heard through the entire store, accompanied by the sound of your sneakers rubbing against the ground.

saturdays in madrid are definitely your favorite, you think, the heat of the sun, the sound of children playing on the streets and the shouts and cheers from your neighbors around your block all contribute into that homey feeling you have gained during your first month here. you still struggle to speak the language, the different dialects around town not really helping, but so far you have only met people that are kind enough to offer you their help, regardless of their level of english skills.

the sun starts to set outside, aurora rays shining through the windows, creating a calm and relaxing atmosphere in the store.

you hum along the melody of the song, eyes going through the different snacks that are being displayed in the aisle.

bending down slightly, your finger finds it ways to your lips, tapping it lightly, “where is it?” your voice is low, only for you to hear - or that is what you think.

“you should try the olive oil chips, absolutely slaps.” his voice booms from behind you, startling you and ruining the current vibe.

you turn around, frustration slowly creeping onto your face, “what are you doing here?”

“wow,” jude puts his hands on his hips, teasing smile already present, “not even a hello? how are you?”

“are you stalking me?” is your second question, but you have to admit that it is really childish of you. he might be here to get some snacks, just like how you are. but his presence just triggers something inside you, something you couldn’t explain even if you wanted to.

jude scoffs, smile never leaving his [annoying] face, “you wish i was, huh?”

“i’ll sue you, or whatever!” you threaten, already getting worked up.

“for what? being too handsome?” a smirk dances around his lips, a kind of smirk that you want to slap out of his face [do you really?]

“is said handsomeness with us in the room right now?” your voice is monotonous, making judes eye twitch at your comment.

“maybe get some new glasses, grandma.”

you open your mouth for a comeback, but are interrupted by a new, soft voice.

“honey, did you get the snacks?”

judes eyes move to your face, “‘m tryin’” he winks at you - at least he tries, but it mostly looks like him blinking in a weird way.

you focus on the lady coming up behind judes right side, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this woman is his mother. jude looks like her a lot, and without wanting to compliment him in any way, you have to admit that she is beautiful. kind smile, warm eyes and beautiful aura surrounding her, you would entrust her your deepest secrets without a second thought.

“mum, this is my friend.” jude tells her your name, repeating the same process of telling you her name, denise. you want to tell him off for calling you his friend, but leave it out for another time.

you smile, stretching out your hand to shake hers, “it is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

she shakes your hand, smiling at you, “no need to be so formal, dear, denise is enough.” she tells you.

she turns to face jude, giving him her wallet and telling him something you can’t really make out. facing you once more, denise tells you goodbye and adds that she would like to have you over for some dinner sometime, you can’t really resist and tell her, yes, you’d love to come over and eat dinner. she walks off, disappearing behind another aisle without another word.

now, you focus on the guy in front of you again, his stupid smile making your eye twitch this time.

“why are you standing there?” well, maybe you are rude, and shit do you hate this feeling. jude never did anything too bad for you to treat him this way. you can’t even explain your dislike towards him, it is just something you can’t control, like when you start to dislike a person before even meeting them, not bothering to get to know them anyway. maybe because he made your first few weeks at the center harder than necessary, ticking you off for no reason.

with his mothers wallet in his hand, jude steps closer to you, picking up a snack that is on a shelf behind you, kind of caging you between his body and the shelf. you hold your breath, but his parfume still manages to find its way to your nose. his eyes stare at your face, and though this moment does not last longer than a few seconds, it surely feels like hours, everything going in slow motion.

“we should hang out sometime.” is the first thing he says after he takes a step back, now snack at hand and smile back on his face.

maybe he means well, genuinely interested in a friendship with you, however you still feel the need to get away from him as far as you could, a weird feeling spreading in your stomach after that little moment the two of you had. so you do what you have always done so far, pushing him away.

“not interested, thanks.”

you try to step forward to another aisle, but you way is being blocked by judes body, “no, but like, i am quite fun to be around, maybe you’d finally get a good humor yourself if i influence you enough.”

you roll your eyes, distaste not in the dark, “you? showing me how to have a good humor?”

he nods, a small agreement leaving his lips.

“and, your humor is what? bumping shoulders of others, hitting their legs with footballs,” you pause, recreating a think pause, “hm, what else?”

chuckling, jude mirrors your pose, “well, i think also being a smooth talker?”

that statement tickles a laugh out of you, the sound spilling from your lips clear. your eyes are closed, you won’t see it, but hearing you laugh causes judes smile widen, his cheeks even start to hurt. your smile brightens up your face, your cheeks look full and your pearly whites are present, all an addition to your radiant prettiness.

the warmth he feels is short lived, though, you calm down and simply tell him to get going, starting to walk away yourself.

you hear his footsteps follow you, but decide to not say anything anymore. there is no point of arguing with him any longer, he will be the same annoying jude that you have got to know over the past month. you won’t let him ruin this beautiful evening, everything has been going way too good for that - well, until you met him in the store.

“so,” jude is now walking beside you, grabbing some snacks and drinks on his way, “my place or yours?”

“i don’t want to fuck you, jude.”

“no, no!” he quickly denies, eyes wide, “i mean, we should definitely hang out more, y’know, strengthen our friendship.”

“no, thanks.”

“c’mooon.”

you open your apartment door, frustration painted on your face.

“just,” you take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “just take off your shoes and put them next to mine.”

you turn to face the footballer standing behind you, excitement vivid in his face. you don’t know how, or when he did it, whether he just followed you here, but before you could notice it you have had led him to your home. he is just so annoying, winding you up at any given chance, that is why you didn’t notice that he followed you home - or this is what you’d like to tell yourself.

you walk into your kitchen, watching jude who follows you put your groceries onto the counter.

“you still didn’t have to carry them, y’know.” is all you say, a silent ‘thank you’ in your unique way.

jude simply smiles, “my mum would’ve make me sleep outside if i’d let you carry ‘em.”

you push yourself off the counter, moving to sit on your couch as you look up at him, “well, now that you’ve seen my apartment, you can go now, right?”

“no way!” jude decides to take a seat on the other couch, “we still have to eat the snacks i bought and play games!”

you lean your head back against the couch, sighing, “jude, c’mon. ‘m tired.”

“don’t care.”

he gets up again, and you hear some rustling from the kitchen, assuming that he is probably getting the snacks from the bags. you don’t bother to open your eyes when you hear him put bowls onto the coffee table, he will do whatever he wants anyway.

you decide to lift your head up to look at jude, only to find his face inches away from yours.

“what the fuck!” your instincts kick in and you do what first comes to your mind, you, well you slap him, hard.

his face flys to the left, eyes wide open in shock as he stands up straight, his left hand now covering his cheek, “bro, what the fuck is wrong with you!”

“with me!” you put your feet onto the couch, pressing your upper body against its back, “what the hell is wrong with you! why would you even be so close to me!”

“you had something on your face!” is his excuse, scoffing as he sits back on the couch, grabbing a drink from the table.

you shake your head in disbelief, not even bothering to answer him. you grab a bowl and put one of the chips into your mouth, testing the ones jude bragged about when you were still at the store.

“does your mother know that you are currently sitting on the couch in the home of a stranger?” you ask, looking at him.

“wait til she finds out you slapped her precious son, no more dinner for you.” he responds, taking a chip from your bowl even though there is a second one on the table.

“boo-hoo, cry me a river.”

“well, did you know that we live pretty close to each other?” jude skillfully changes the subject, taking another sip from his drink before setting it down, “we should definitely go home together after the practice sessions.”

your eyes wander around your living room, going over the different pieces of furniture around, “another friend of mine already walks with me.”

“ditch them.”

“no? why would i do that?”

“to hang out with me!”

“nah.”

jude crosses his arms in front of his chest, lips pouting slightly, “it’s always the elder ones that are so rude.”

“and you expect me to be friends with your childish self?” with how you much have been rolling your eyes ever since you met jude, you’re scared that they might get stuck one day.

“at least i’d keep the spirit of our friendship alive!”

“i pass.”

and though you don’t notice it, a small smile creeps its way onto your lips, gradually growing the more time you spend with jude sitting in your living room, eating snacks and listening to the different stories he has to tell. you didn’t think that you would spend your saturday evening sitting in your home, listening to some guy with a horrible accent talk about whatever came to bis mind, but it feels relaxing, not having to use your brain for something.

you also don’t notice your eyes feeling heavy, slowly but surely falling shut as you continue to listen to jude, his voice deep but softly telling you about his time in germany and how the people there would treat him.

as soon as he sees your eyes shut and head leaning against the back of the couch, he slowly gets up, careful to not make a sound, and grabs a blanket from the chair in the kitchen, draping it over your sleeping figure. he takes the bowls and drinks, leaving them by the kitchen counter before he moves to the door, putting on his shoes. he looks back one last time, just to check if everything is done, his eyes staying longer on your face than necessary. after a final look, he turns the doorknob and leaves your home, carefully shutting the door behind him.

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felassan · 2 years

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BioWare have announced that Dragon Age: Dreadwolf has hit its Alpha Milestone, a huge step forward in the game's development [source].

A blog post by BioWare General Manager Gary McKay reads:

Game Update

A New Milestone for Dragon Age: Dreadwolf

Moving closer and closer to completion. Hello,

In my last blog, back in February, I talked about the next Dragon Age™game entering the production phase. Well, we’ve come a very long way since then, and the team is incredibly happy to announce a huge step forward in the development of the game you now know as Dragon Age: Dreadwolf™: We have just completed our Alpha milestone!

Up to this point, we’ve been working hard on the various parts of the game, but it’s not until the Alpha milestone that a game all comes together. Now, for the first time, we can experience the entire game, from the opening scenes of the first mission to the very end. We can see, hear, feel, and play everything as a cohesive experience.

NOW WHAT?

Of course, the game is not finished by any means, but Alpha is one of the most important game development milestones for a number of reasons. First and foremost, we can now turn our sights toward bringing the visual fidelity to its final form and iterating on gameplay features. The big question now is, “Where do we focus our efforts?” To answer that, we solicit feedback from a number of sources, including our Community Council members who each have unique perspectives and experiences, our quality verification team, and extensive internal playtesting. Gathering feedback from multiple sources gives us the greatest insight on where we need to spend more time improving the experience.

Additionally, we can now evaluate the game's pacing, how relationships evolve over time, and the player’s progression, as well as narrative cohesion—essentially how the story comes together. We can take the story we’ve written and see if we’re expressing it well through the characters, dialogue, cinematics, and ultimately, the player’s journey. Now that we have the ability to do a complete playthrough, we can iterate and polish on the things that matter most to our fans.

Hitting Alpha was the culmination of so much effort from the entire team and we used this milestone as an opportunity to come together and celebrate. We held a hybrid-style event with people onsite while others joined remotely and the team showcased their work to everyone at BioWare. We even took some time to do something fun and non-work related—a virtual escape room where we had to work together to help someone on camera find their way out. It was a really great time, and no matter where our devs are, it's important to share these types of moments together.

START TO FINISH

Now that we’re finally able to experience the entire game, for me, my favorite part is the characters. Whether followers, allies, or villains, they’re woven into the game in ways that take a concept that’s always been a part of the Dragon Age DNA—stories about people—and push it further than ever before. The characters help contextualize the world and the stakes, and I can’t wait until we’re able to start really discussing them in depth.

It’s also exciting to finally be able to bring our fans to parts of the world that we’ve previously hinted at, but never been able to fully explore—like the city of Minrathous, the capital of the Tevinter Empire. We’ve talked about Minrathous in previous games, and now you’ll finally be able to visit! It’s a city built on and fuelled by magic, and the ways in which that has come through in its visual identity, and what that looks like in comparison to previous cities we’ve visited in Dragon Age, are pretty spectacular.

As I mentioned earlier, the Alpha milestone is an extremely important one for us, but there’s more work to be done. We also want to continue being transparent with you, our community, and keep you up to date on what we’re crafting. Hopefully you’ve been enjoying our development updates on Dreadwolf this year as we’ll be looking to share more in the future.

IN CLOSING

Of course, Dreadwolf isn’t the only thing happening here at BioWare™! We have a team hard at work envisioning what the future holds for a new single-player Mass Effect™ game. And we look forward to celebrating our community on N7 Day next month. The SWTOR team also continues to work on their next update, so keep an eye on SWTOR.com and their social media accounts for any and all details on the coming game update.

It’s an incredible time at BioWare! We have so many cool things to show you in the future. Until then, thanks for being part of our community. We couldn’t do this without you.

Stay well,

Gary McKay

General Manager [source]

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lesbianfakir · 3 months

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Ever After High/Princess Tutu Au: Duck

Fakir • Mytho • Rue

Role:

Since Princess Tutu dies without ever being with her prince she has no children. Thus, a volunteer is needed to fill the role of Tutu in the Prince and the Raven. The Ever After High faculty searched long and hard but could not find an eligible student who would agree to Tutu’s fate for this iteration of the Prince and the Raven. Only when Drosselmeyer, a rogue narrator cast out for his attempts to drive stories with happy endings to tragedy, interfered with the course of the story that a suitable candidate was found: a little duck who longed to be human. Duck is given human form and a spot at Ever After High on the condition that she follows Princess Tutu’s fate and confesses her love only to vanish.

Royal or Rebel?

Rebel. Despite her obligation to fulfill Tutu’s fate Duck does not want to turn into a speck of light. However, she is afraid to speak out as a rebel for fear her humanity will be taken away from her. While she grows bolder as the story progresses, initially she resigns herself to looking for ways to break her curse in secret.

School Life:

Duck is terrified of falling in love as she knows it will be her demise. She has a crush on Mytho, and she tries to avoid him as much as possible, though they are often placed in the same classes as they are from the same fairytale. Duck avoids dances and dates. She has a hard time making friends. If she starts to feel as if she has the potential to fall in love with a person she runs away. With her fear growing stronger as her destiny approaches, this happens all too often.

Magic Abilities:

Duck can transform from duck to human form. She can also walk on water. Unfortunately, she was not gifted with Princess Tutu’s ability to dance gracefully and effortlessly, so she has to work twice as hard in ballet class.

Friends: Rue, Fakir, Briar, Cupid

Rue always rooms alone and so she was less than pleased when she was assigned a room with Duck at the last minute. Moreover, though neither of them are fated to be with him, the two princesses share a prince. Despite Rue’s wariness at the new girl, Duck’s earnestness wins her over. Rue eventually agrees to tutor Duck in ballet and the two become good friends. However, Rue becomes jealous and resentful upon learning Duck means to change her fate and as such the two have a complicated relationship.

After a rocky start, Fakir became Duck’s best friend. They bond over their deaths in their shared fairytale and their commitment to changing fate. Duck feels safe around Fakir because they have an agreement to keep their relationship completely platonic. Duck confides her fear of falling in love and vanishing, and he understands completely. Fakir fully expects to die young, and dating is the last thing on his mind. They even go to various dances and events like Thronecoming as friends.

Duck relates to Briar a lot as they’re both terrified of their fate but scared to try to change it. Duck stays up with Briar when she’s too scared to go to sleep and they chat all night long. Briar throws Duck a no-dates-allowed anti-prom so she can feel included.

Love is one of Duck’s biggest fears and she often goes to Cupid for advice. Cupid feels immense sorrow at Duck’s fate but tries to help as best she can.

#princess tutu #duck #tutu eah au

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deadg0ds-pad · 10 months

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miss the blue noise so much. they were a really cool mechanic and a neat sort of reward for exploring. they also have really cool designs but i wanna shoutout the progfox in particular. it’s more than just how it’s the most unique fight, plus one of the hardest in the game (and a really good example as to why the ds using both screens enhances twewy’s gameplay since it’s perfectly chaotic). i’m a sucker for folklore in general and god is progfox a perfect sort of representation for kitsune. so here’s a lil trivia revolving around this bastard.

(putting this under a cut since it’s pretty long)

first i’d like to give a bit of cultural background. yeah the progfox is a kitsune, a kind of yokai that’s definitely one of the most well known. foxes in general have been characterized throughout history as being tricksters, but some of the kitsune background are based on a certain divinity.

white foxes are most closely associated with inari okami, a very popular deity even to this day, likely due to representing agriculture and industry. of course he/she/they (gender is different depending on the context) represent a lot more, but rice is definitely incredibly important to japan’s agriculture. humans and foxes in ancient japan have a history which is likely part of their association. the yokai part also likely emerges from a popular folktale of a white kitsune named kuzunoha, one who was saved from a hunter by a man named abe no yasuna, turned into a beautiful woman and cared for him as thanks, and eventually became his lover.

as such, it’s no surprise that kitsune are highly represented in japanese media including video games, and the kuzunoha folktale is also represented in some ways + is part of the influence for the common white fox rep.

the progfox, also unsurprisingly, has the unique ability to transform into various noise, weird forms, and a neku doppelgänger. strangely, while a tail or other fox features is what gives away a kitsune, the neku form only has a slightly different color palette and has him wear a mask.

there’s also this weird skeleton form which is most likely based on another yokai, gashadokuro—a giant skeleton made of the collective grudges of people who passed on without a proper burial (oddly fitting considering twewy’s story and lore). gashadokuro is also unable to be killed, which is also likely why this form is invincible.

then of course there’s this infamous form. also deriving from folklore, depending on how many tails a kitsune has, the more powerful it is, with the most they can have often being nine. this is why the progfox (and other fox noise) gets progressively harder the more tails it gets, and also why this form is what launches the super move.

last bit here more so applies to fox noise in general like the multiple tails and transformation stuff (though the progfox is definitely closer to folklore than just the regulars). they all use fire attacks aka kitsunebi aka foxfire. kitsunebi is said to represent the magical power of a kitsune and are a lot like will o wisps. they’re also used for important events held by yokai, particularly weddings, so idk you can see all three fox noise as being in a polyamorous relationship if you want.

#the world ends with you #twewy #man imagine if we got progfox in the anime #that would’ve been cool :(

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tbh i do think there’s a way in which someone’s interest in history can function just as much as a form of maladaptive escapism as fantasy/sci-fi media. at least for me my interest in history has always been partially rooted in an intense dislike for myself, my own life, the current age in which i live... “there’s no good music anymore” “cinema is dead” “activism is so toothless today”...there’s an element of truth in all of those statements and it’s worth it to examine what we’ve lost as a culture due to various sociopolitical shifts and to mourn it properly, because progression of time ≠ actual progress and thinking otherwise is straight up dangerous lol. but also that kind of thinking can make you feel so miserable because it’s not necessarily generative. idk when i see posts that are like “i miss going to the video store because it was special to see all the physical VHS’s and posters etc.” i feel like they’re just wallowing in nostalgia on purpose at that point and choosing to ignore the small moments of magic that can and do exist in the present day. like, you still have to live in this era. you don’t have a choice. you have to force yourself to be open to newness and the possibility of discovering art and human connection and political activism in the here and now, outside of history, outside of a book or television show. in REAL LIFE!!

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Nakshatra Gana - Deva, Rakshasa, Manushya

According to Vedic Astrology, Nakshatras all possess a temperament, that is translated to Divine, Human or Demonic. These names however are clichés, and have a deeper meaning and application.

Deva, besides the direct translation divine, also means "amongst the gods". The true meaning of these Nakshatras is "blessed because of their higher nature, that allows them to dwell among the gods", and as a result, blessings come into physical life.

Manushya doesn't mean just human, but also "part of humankind", emphasizing the collective aspect of these Nakshatras of contributing to human achievement in various fields. Even the other word used for that Gana, "Nara" means "of the people". Yet again, the aspect of belonging and contribution is emphasized.

Rakshasa, although scary sounding, doesn't mean that the person is an incarnated demon. It's translation is more akin to "demon abode" or "infested by demons". This is a soul, that picks up a heavy load of karma in specific areas, that only flourish and progress, after these "demons are expelled" = karma is dealt with. This progress translates to a high level of achievement, mixed with feeling enormous spiritual relief. Rakshasa souls are daredevils, not afraid to undertake such a challenge.

The most complicated aspect of analysing results of Gana in a horoscope, is that people are a mix of all 3 Ganas. Classical Vedics swear by doing most predictions based on the Moon Nakshatra, but when your Dasha periods change, different planets will activate, and a different side of you will come out. You’re gonna find Gana themes mixed in a personality, and planets will indicate the precise colour of that personality, as to the areas of people’s problems.

The popculture examples that I give below are clichés, designed to help you understand each Gana in stark contrast. You will feel the description matching you the strongest, if you are a very clear cut type chart-wise, for example sun, moon and ascendant all in one Gana. For example, I’m very deva dominant (70% of chart) and creation, art and abstract concepts are all I care about, so the Deva archetype is going to be strong for me. I have zero Manushya planets and dealing with involving myself in typical society activities always bored me.

Deva

Are unconditional givers because they don't understand human limitations, and as a result they get cheated, bullied and taken advantage of. Their task in this lifetime, besides using their luck and gifts to create and spread abundance, is to learn how to place boundaries with other Gana types. When they're born, they start off as naïve, not really caring about human concepts, and as a result they're often misfits in social environments. They’re typically born into some form of privilege, even if it's just emotional. They are raised already in a place that was good for them one way or another, gave them some long lasting worthwhile characteristics they will take forward in life. There is an element of comfort in their existence. Their basic impulse is truthfulness, innocence and straightforwardness, because they simply want to pour out and consume higher vibrational energies. As a result, they're interested in higher concepts that help them manufacture these sensations. The most abstract of all, loves discussing theoretical, spiritual concepts even if they're based on science (Neil deGrasse Tyson, theoretical physicist, Bjork, abstract artist). They want to bring heaven on earth and have an easiness in manifesting the physical means to realise their larger vision for the sake of higher vibrational sensations, or creativity. They are protective and carry other people a lot because of their blessings, since they consider that they should share what they have. Over time, they learn that if they don’t channel themselves into their creativity and higher pursuits, they attract a lot of difficult types that they end up “saving” at their own detriment. They are always looking for abstract solutions and more expansion, and are disinterested in the mundane, physical world, looking for a more grandiose purpose. Even if they do pursue physical things, it's for an abstract reason, like feelings or atmosphere.

Rakshasa

They either become perpetrators, if they fail to tame their own transformative power, or they are people that empower themselves through overcoming perpetrators. Fierce, seeking power and dominance, energetically ladder climbing. Example in pop culture - Katy Pery, Vishakha Moon creates inspirational music videos, where joins the military or becomes jungle queen, after dumping an abusive partner and suffering a lot. The theme of this Gana is self destruction or self empowerment. Unlike Deva, there is no inherent comfort or natural gifts given at birth, but a fight for survival and achievement. That is for a reason, as these types are most prone to being destructive and blind in their pursuits or restless without an outlet. They have a hunger in themselves, that need challenges and obstacles to overcome, so they can feel like they're climbing, and as a result they often start at the very bottom in the planet area dominated by Rakshasa energy. Deep down, these people want to prove themselves and feel satisfaction from the process of purification. They are either completely misunderstood by other types and vilified by them, or extremely charismatic and gifted at attracting a following of people, who admire their challenging journey. As much as Manushya types are interested in science of psychology, and Deva may use spiritual concepts to share higher sensational pieces of self expression, Rakshasa people are those who need spirituality the most for the sake of healing. They need to truly understand and apply these concept in order to be able to survive their journey at all, as their inner demons go deep, and without self awareness they have no chance of success.

Manushya

Concerned with refining human societal concepts and achievements. Psychology (the scientific practical variety), technology, social rights, women’s rights, activism, feminism, economy. Deep analysis of the human condition and its animal impulses. Interest in humanity for the sake of humanity itself. Down to earth, detail oriented, interested in mundane challenges that bore the other two types. Involvement with institutions, attachment to these institutions, contributing to them. Morality is wavering and relative here, as they are not as fierce as Rakshasa, but they are prone to pettiness, being so absorbed into the human world makes them prone to human flaws. They are not strictly immoral, but more expedient and result oriented. Example - Bharani Moon Demi Moore in "Striptease", her character suffers from money problems, child custody problems, government sourced problems, as she explores themes of objectification and female empowerment. These natives are prone to status and wealth comparison, and as a result are also most prone to being shallow and judgmental on that basis, they simply don't reach higher because that is their area of interest. They learn everything by comparing themselves to the external world. To them, society is their parent and measuring stick.

#astrology #vedic astrology #jyotish #vedic astro notes #vedic astro observations

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How would the ROs react to getting amnesia when they and the MC are together, and the MC is telling them that they are (were, maybe, if the amnesia negates it) in a relationship?

Ohhh… That’s interesting! Especially given some of the dynamics that MC would have with the ROs before ever getting into a relationship.

Koda: He’d be surprised, but he’d probably be the one that’s most accepting of it. Would look to his family to make sure that he wasn’t being duped in any sort of way, but he’d be willing to listen and actively try to ask questions to get to know you and your relationship with him once more. Never knowing that he’s staring at you in the same wonder he always does.

Scarlett: This is going to hurt… Scarlett wouldn’t believe it. If you think you’ve seen her act cold… You haven’t seen anything yet. She’d want you out of her sight immediately, wouldn’t want to hear anything you might say, before shutting down completely. Her being in love? Allowing herself to feel that emotion after what happened? It’s completely improbable. Especially if she fell in love with you. Her mind wouldn’t be able to wrap itself around the idea, even as her heart cries out in agony the moment you turn away. Something that may push her even further into denial. It’d take Scarlett a long time to be in the right headspace to speak with you— even when some part of herself wants nothing more than to have you near the entire time.

Cyrus/Cyra: They’d be alarmed quite frankly. Not fully because they don’t believe you, but they’d be thinking of all the things that must have happened if what you said is true. What happened to Ash? Did their parents call off the engagement? Were their parents okay with them finding a new partner? What’s the state of House Aurelia currently? It’d honestly just send them spiraling into their head, but they’d their best to listen to you throughout it all.

Quinn: They’d listen to what their wolf is telling them. Even if their human side forgot, their wolf wouldn’t. If their wolf recognized you as their mate (or potential one) then they weren’t going to argue. It’d still take them time to figure everything out, to wrap their head around what’s happened, about how much they’ve clearly forgotten, but they’d settle knowing that they’d have you by their side.

Caden: Forgetting isn’t new to them. Being forgotten even less so. But knowing that they’ve forgotten someone so clearly important to them? It’d fill them with grief that they don’t even fully understand— like a part of them is already mourning something that the rest isn’t even aware is gone. Caden would try their best to listen to you, to be an active participant, but you’d see a far-off expression in their gaze more often than not.

Sloane: All of their previous progress with reconnecting them with their wolf? Everything that they’ve strived to achieve? Would be completely undone. Sloane would refuse to listen to their wolf, its led them astray before, and knowing that their wolf is backing you? It would not endear you to them in the slightest. They wouldn’t want to speak to you, reverting back to anger to try and push you away, because they couldn’t handle all of this right now. All of their jumbled thoughts and feelings alongside their lupine forms own agonized feelings at their human side pushing their mate away.

Blake: They’d be so confused. Not understanding at all what you’re talking about. “We’re best friends, angel. What do you mean?” They wouldn’t believe that they’d push that line with you, something that they’ve never done for anyone— despite how much they care for you to begin with. You’d probably see Blake more in their thoughts after hearing the news, as they trust you too much to question you, or to think that you’re lying, but it’d still fill them with a wave of various emotions (some of them unsettling). It’d be even stranger to feel the swell of emotion that bubbles up within them every time they look at you now— something they’re used to, but it has a different edge to it (which is something they’re not).

Reginald/Regina: Would think that they’re being pranked or something. Would look for either Ashton Kutcher or a film crew. Come on, really? A vampire falling in love with them? The producers couldn’t think of another trope to use, or another potential joke? After they’ve settled down, and you’re able to prove that what you’re saying is true, at least to the point that this isn’t a prank, they’d just be shocked. Not believing that they’ve somehow entered a relationship with a vampire and didn’t even remember it. How unfair is that? You’d be getting so many questions sent your way once some of their shock wears off.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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Oooo, you have Jefferson hcs? I'd love to hear them if you're comfortable with that (not forced)

I definitely haven’t thought about this too much /s

TL;DR I feel like he’d be a great one-off character for the Table purely for comedic value. Dude is pathetic and his antics and attempts to convince others of his legitimate (totally legitimate, he swears) statehood would be hilarious.

Some art and HCs under the cut.

@freshwolfhell has lots of good Jeff HCs as well! A lot of these are the results of our discussions!

TW Discussion of weed (ofc) and other drugs

I forgot if I posted this one or not; again, credit to @freshwolfhell for inspiring this silly comic.

-As the comic above implies, Jeff is sometimes the definition of political “horseshoe theory”; coming to agree with certain progressive/liberal values not because he understands them or agrees with them, but for his own completely unhinged reasons.

-Dude smokes so much weed. He’s just constantly surrounded by a haze. He also struggles with addictions to some harder drugs.

-He’s a hardcore conspiracy theorist. There aren’t many conspiracy theories he DOESN’T believe in, even ones that seemingly contradict each other.

-He lives in an RV deep in the forest. The RV is covered in moss and hasn’t been moved in at least 20 years. It’s at the end of a dirt road that’s impassable when it rains. He rarely leaves, but when he does, he drives an old beat up Subaru with a hundred somewhat contradictory political bumper stickers.

-He managed to rig up a setup for TV and shitty internet, but he’s very much stuck in the past technology-wise. He still rents DVDs and listens to the radio. His favorite pastime is listening to true crime or conspiracy podcasts, and/or watching news stories about how much California sucks.

-He may or may not frequently get mistaken for some type of cryptid.

-He used to work in the logging industry and he feels a lot of resentment at California and the “environmentalists,” who, in his opinion, ruined his life by lobbying against the industry, leading to the downfall of so many of “his” towns and plunging him into poverty. He’s extremely bitter about this, as well as every other wrong (imagined or real) committed by California and Oregon against him. (Just like California) He keeps receipts. He writes down everything in a journal, and takes it with him everywhere.

-He lets his resentment and anger control him. Instead of trying to better his own situation or trying to get along with others, he places the blame for his own failures on everyone else.

-A lot of his resentment and anger is (perhaps misplaced) jealousy. Of California. Of the other cities and regions of California who have (in his mind) everything he never had. Of the other states, who are recognized as such and the honor that brings. Of course he’d never admit this.

-He’s convinced in his own mind that he’s a real state, and has been for decades, and that everyone else is actively conspiring to hide that fact.

-In an attempt to to gain support, he’s gone to the other “misfits” in the nation like Puerto Rico, Hawai’i, and Maryland. Each attempt has backfired spectacularly, as he’s not exactly culturally or racially aware, and ended up saying some offensive shit to them.

-He tries to call both California and Oregon every Thursday to remind them that he’s a state, but they’ve long since blocked him on every form of communication. So he’s gone back to writing letters. They’re long-winded, filled with spelling errors, and list (in great detail) every grievance that Jeff has with both of them. He never gets a response, but he continues to send them.

-He also writes letters to various other California and Oregon cities— nasty, threatening letters if he hates them (San Francisco) or vague attempts to make friends if he likes/admires them (Bakersfield).

-He has a whole ass arsenal of guns. He is absolutely NOT a responsible gun owner. He should probably not be trusted with any type of weapon, not even a kitchen knife.

-He’s a self-proclaimed “survivalist.” He knows how to forage for food and he does eat a lot of wild blackberries and fish he caught himself. However, all the ramen and candy he eats on a regular basis might be hard to find during the apocalypse…

In conclusion, he (not California, as he claims) is his own worst enemy. He lets his legitimate feelings of betrayal and isolation burn out of control and rule his life. He’s lonely and bitter and he’s constantly seeking the kind of validation he never receives.

Also, here’s a playlist for this asshole. Mostly just vibes.

#wttt oc #wttt Jefferson #mur art #mur headcanons #I don’t think about this much at all /s #TLDR he’s an asshole #pathetic wet cat but not in a /pos way

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Hello! I read through the Wicked Ones rpg and really enjoyed it. Do you have any recommendations for games where you play as the bad guys? Preferably larger books.

THEME: Bad Guys

Hello friend! From monsters to villains to just plain ol’ bad dudes, let’s see what we got. I tried to stay away from one-page RPGs, but I can’t guarantee how long some of these books will be.

SLA Industries, 2nd Edition, by Nightfall Games.

In the World of Progress, the corporation SLA Industries rules all. Employing Operatives to enforce, extend and maintain their power base, SLA controls a multitude of worlds - industrial, franchise and resource - with planet Mort at its core. As Operatives execute the company’s will, new threats emerge through the cracks of the city walls, turning Downtown into a battleground.

You, the SLA Operative, are fighting for fame and fortune against a backdrop of a crumbling reality. Operatives feed the always-on televisions with a gaudy media of wall-to-wall death and dismemberment. Operative life is all about climbing the corporate ladder and earning sponsorship deals and notoriety along the way.

In SLA Industries, you’re not exactly villains, but you’re not good people either. You work for an evil corporation, in a world of evil corporations, and you’re extending their reach for a chance to climb the corporate ladder. SLA Industries is reminiscent of trad games in terms of its complexity; character creation consists of spending points to improve abilities, and you can improve some of your character abilities by introducing flaws in other areas. Because of the roots in its game design, I’d expect a longer book to read through here.

If you want to learn more about this game, you can check out the game review for it on Cannibal Halfling Games!

Seven Deadly Sirens, by Litza Bronwyn.

In this game, you play one of seven types of mermaids and roll with seven deadly sins to power your basic and special moves in order to summon ships, lure men to you, devour their hearts, and collect their treasures. Fun, flirty, indulgent, and a little chaotic, this game is perfect for a night of raucous debauchery or an afternoon of silly adventuring.

This game is definitely on the shorter side, but I really really like the idea of using seven deadly sins as your source of power. This game is Powered by the Apocalypse, so expect something interesting to happen even with every dice roll. Unlike common PbtA games, you pick from a communal list of moves to define your character, rather than picking a playbook. The core loop of this game will involve luring men off of boats, killing them and raiding the boats for treasure.

Here, there be Monsters! By Wendi Yu.

here, there, be monsters! is a rules-lite response to monster-hunting media from the monsters' point of view. It's both a love letter and a middle finger to stuff like Hellboy (and the BPRD), the SCP Foundation, the Men in Black, the World of Darkness games and the Urban Fantasy genre in general. It is an explicitly queer, antifascist and anti-capitalist game about the monstrous and the weird, in any flavor you want, not as something to be feared, but to be cherished and protected.

Play as a diverse crew of monstrous, anomalous or just generally odd beings, fighting against those who would use, abuse or even annihilate you. Create and populate your own supernatural underworld, abnormal gang and extra-dimensional haven. Hunt monster hunters! Punch nazi occultists! Eat the rich! Protect each other! Fight back! Here, there, be monsters!

This is 164 pages of monstrous fun, in which your characters are likely treated like bad guys by the society around them, even if they’re not really villainous themselves. It gives you a chance to revel in your monstrosity, with 100 pre-made character backgrounds for you to peruse. One content warning: there is quite a bit of art revolving about bodies, in various forms (this is a monster game, after all). This isn’t meant to detract from the work - in fact, it perfectly communicates the tone of the game - but it is something you should be aware of before you buy.

Blood and Sacrilege, by Tom Clark.

In a Dark Fantasy setting based on the Early Middle Ages of England (The Dark Ages), you play as a brood of vampires bent on toppling the humans’ reign over Brackenstow. Here you'll find a country ruled by mortals, with vampires lurking in the shadows of society. It wasn’t always this way though; vampires founded Brackenstow and after a hard fought war, lost it to the mortals they once enslaved.

Nearly a century after the vampires were defeated, legal rights to the kingdom are still squabbled over by the country's self-proclaimed leaders while bishops and ministers fight for their own influential positions. The vampire threat looms on the horizon… But the power vacuum left by a leaderless kingdom has taken it's toll on the stability of the land, leading to civil unrest and the more immediate danger of war.

Now, with humans on the brink of societal collapse, the vampires peer out from the dark, and the broods that have laid in wait for so many decades start to execute their long-laid plans.

This looks like a game still in the works, but it sure looks promising. As long-defeated creatures of the night, you see a chance to take back a kingdom you once owned. Forged in the Dark games are all about projects that the group has to work consistently at in order to succeed, so expect plenty to read, especially if it’s inside such an established setting.

Villainous Fucks, by Keganexe (@keganexe)

Villainous Fucks is a tabletop roleplaying game designed for 2-6 players, about doing petty crimes as The League of Villainous Fucks, and ruining the day of Superheroes and Cops alike (and truly what's the difference). Villainous Fucks runs on Spencer Campbells incredible LUMEN System, and is inspired by the best Villains across media. LUMEN is designed for quick, tactical combat, and Villainous Fucks dials it up to 11 for the best in zany comic book style action.

If you are interested in ruining the day of do-gooders in over-the-top comic book action, and if you like your combat to be satisfying and punchy, you want Villainous Fucks. Instead of skills, LUMEN uses approaches: how your character does something is more important than what exactly they do. Is your villain Brutal, Cunning or Quick? My favourite little tidbit from Villainous Fucks is the characters’ stance on Cops. Villains believe that All Cops are Bastards, and All Superheroes are Cops. If you like revelling in doing crimes, then this is absolutely worth checking out.

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Monsterhearts 2, by Avery Alder. (Teenagers with great monstrous potential)

Spire: The City Must Fall, by Rowan Rook & Decard. (You’re sympathetic terrorists, but you’re still terrorists.)

This former request that asked about playing mind flayers and similar monsters.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #villains

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Affection - Defender!Strange x Reader

My first time writing for Defender Strange, definitely got inspired by some of the posts I’ve seen about him recently and had to give him a try. 💙

Paring: Defender!Strange x Sorcerer F!Reader

Word Count: 4,372 (Things got a bit out of hand 😬)

Description: Defender Stephen’s jealousy gets the best of him while watching his wife teach a combat class at Kamar-Taj.

Other Things: Pre-establish relationship/they’re married. Defenders make appearance. Strange is jealous, and HC that this him is more than ok with some PDA when he’s in that headspace. He’s also a bit subby.

Warnings: Suggestive. Jealousy. Some swearing. Not really spoilers for MoM? It’s referencing the character from the movie, but his life prior to events in the movie.

Masterlist

Leaning against a nearby building, Stephen surveys the various training sessions going on in the courtyard. He tried to stop by every so often to catch some of the training at Kamar-Taj in the moment. Reports of progress from the masters were adequate, but they didn’t replace seeing the work the students were putting in with his own eyes. He liked to pick out the ones flourishing to watch for more responsibilities down the line and harder tasks to test them. He wanted to know his possible future Masters of the Mystic Arts from the beginning.

He also enjoyed stepping in to help on occasion, running classes when he had the time and giving one-on-one lessons to those struggling. After his own difficult start at Kamar-Taj, he knew for some it just took a push in the right direction and some help. He’d also heard that his appearances raised moral, making the students excited to see the Sorcerer Supreme himself on-site and interacting with them.

And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t purposely drop by when a certain master was teaching. Watching his wife in her element filled him with an indescribable amount of pride and love. The way she so artfully crafted her magic, each spell flawless and quick. The way her students watched her with awe.

Then there were classes like today. Hand-to-hand combat days. He should have been making his way around the courtyard inspecting each class, but he found himself glued to the spot watching Y/N. Damn her sparring attire. While practical to have all fabric tight to the skin when you intend on grappling with someone… every movement of her body as she demonstrates different attacks seems to set his blood on fire.

She’d since split the class into pairs and had been walking around checking everyone’s form and technique, the momentary break from sparring herself tempting for him to go see her.

Before he can decide, one of her students currently flat on the ground calls her over for help. Stepping closer to them, he picks up the student’s voice as she helps him to his feet.

“Master Y/L/N, could you be my partner? I need some extra help,” he asks, making Stephen raise his brow at the overtly innocent tone coming from the man’s mouth.

“Of course Conner, we’ll go through it slow and see what you’re struggling with yeah?” Y/N responds with a smile, patting the student on his shoulder.

Y/N takes a step back and motions for him to come at her, “Grab my forearms.”

Stephen watches with slight annoyance as his hands slide up her forearms a little too slow.

“Great, now what would you do, immediately after grabbing me,” she pushes, the student’s eyes flicker over her far too long for Strange’s liking.

After a moment he throws her away by her forearms and circles around her quickly to throw his arms around her waist, one hand splayed across her stomach, and an arm just under her chest.

Gnawing at the inside of his cheek, Stephen manages to keep himself still. Conner knew what he was doing. Surely he did. This wasn’t some coincidence.

“Now what’s wrong with this hold Conner?” she asks calmly.

“Uh… I think it’s right?”

“You’re giving me far too much movement, there are at least twenty ways I could easy break out of this. When you’re holding from behind, you want to use both of your own forearms not your hands. Fingers are easily breakable and don’t hold much in. Cage the person with your forearms. Whether it’s holding on for dear life with both forearms locked around the waist, or one around the waist and one on the neck. Like so,” she instructs, grabbing one of his arms and placing it across her throat. “There’s a lot of damage you can do in the throat. And people aren’t usually going to thrash as much because you’re in a place of power to crush their windpipe. They have to be more careful with their movement.”

“So you can’t get out now, I have you at my mercy?” Conner teases, his arm tightening on her throat.

Before Stephen can step forward to pull him off her, she’s already popped her elbow back into his head, sending the apprentice stumbling back holding his nose.

“Surely you don’t think me so easily defeated?” she responds with a smirk. “I am training you and taking it slow for you to learn, but I feel I should remind you that I am a Master of the Mystic Arts and I specialize in hand-to-hand combat, not one of your classmates. Now come at me.”

Conner frowns and looks at Y/N, his eyes flickering across her as he chooses his move.

After a moment he dashes across the sparring ring and throws his arms around her waist tightly, confusion on her face at his tactic.

Before she can react to the odd hug, he’s thrown her on the ground, throwing his body on top of hers to attempt to hold her down. His hands exploring her backside far too much for Stephen’s liking.

Y/N quickly sends him flying back off her, scrambling to her feet with a new fire in her eyes.

But before she can say a word to the apprentice, Stephen strides over to the ring and stands between the two.

“Doctor Strange?” Y/N asks, her own brow raising at his sudden appearance.

“Master Strange?” he calls back, briefly turning to wink at her.

“Why did you call her Master Strange?” Conner asks, swearing when he realizes he forgot to bow, stumbling to do so for the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

Turning back to the apprentice with a threatening smile, “It sounds like you may have not paid attention in your introduction to her, but my wife goes by either her married or maiden name here. I personally prefer calling her Master Strange, for obvious reasons.”

“I- I wasn’t aware you two were married,” he responds quickly, his eyes darting between the two of them, his arms visibly shaking.

“Clearly,” Stephen responds, still holding his tight-lipped smile. “Now how about I give you a one-on-one lesson and we let Master Strange get back to teaching the class?”

“I- uh, aren’t you busy sir?”

“I actually have just enough time, I like to help with training don’t you worry,” he responds, and with that shoos the others away, his wife shooting him a pointed look as she goes back to her class.

“You’re going to attempt to grapple me,” Stephen says as he stands tall in the circle, his arms at his sides. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Conner nods his head and frowns as he sizes up the Sorcerer Supreme, sprinting at him within seconds.

Before he can reach him, Strange makes a quick motion with his hand and sends the apprentice flying back, hitting the ground with a groan.

“Again,” he repeats simply, turning his neck quickly to crack it.

The man stumbles to his feet once again, circling around Strange then bolting toward him from a different angle, once again being blasted away by a ball of energy.

“Again.”

And the pattern rolls on, Strange not moving from his spot as he repeatedly rebukes the apprentice’s attacks time after time until finally the man falls to his hands and knees, “I can’t do it.”

Strange glances from the student to the rest of the class, most of which had lost interest in their own sparring to watch the display. As a bell tolls he hears Y/N dismiss her class, and he kneels down to Conner on the ground.

“You did that 47 times,” he comments. “And you didn’t once try to block it or defend yourself.”

“I-it’s hand-to-hand combat, I thought I have to rely on physical ability,” he responds back dejectedly, running a hand through his hair.

“Kid we’re sorcerers, not MMA fighters,” Strange says. “We fight with a mixture of magic and physical ability. You’re not trying to win competitions, there isn’t a prize for being the best at wrestling someone to the ground. You use what you have at your disposal to win. You fight like your life depends on it, because if you continue down this path with us, it will. Few of us are spared, combat isn’t taught for fun.”

The apprentice nods slowly, finally looking up at the Sorcerer Supreme in front of him.

“Now what should you have done?”

“Tried to block it with a shield, then rush in to grapple?”

“Are you answering me or asking me?” He asks with a grin.

“Block the attacks and rush in when able,” Conner nods confidently, giving the man in front of him a hesitant smile.

Strange pats his knee encouragingly and stands, offering a hand to pull him up, “Now let's do this properly.”

The pair spends the next forty minutes sparring, the apprentice finally being able to block Strange’s attacks and get himself in position to grapple him.

“Much better, you’re definitely getting there,” Strange praises with a confident nod.

Conner bows toward him with a smile, “Thank you for your help sir.”

As he turns to leave, Strange calls out to him once more, “And one more thing kid.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t feel up my wife. Or make any other poor attempts to seduce her. Also don’t try to lie and make a fool of yourself, we both know what you were doing. If I catch your hands drifting or hear another line like that again though, we will have issues. And I can assume you don’t want to have issues with me. So it’s just not going to happen again, correct?”

“Y-yes sir, never again sir,” he stutters as he bows toward him once again. “I apologize.”

“Now off with you,” he mutters, nodding toward the lunch hall and turning to pick up some of the discarded sparring weapons on the ground as the apprentice runs off.

“At least that shade of green compliments the red in your outfit,” Y/N calls out to him with a teasing tone, approaching Stephen from where she’d been leaning against a pillar watching the training.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” he comments, stopping his clean up to focus on adjusting the guards on his arms.

“The jealousy is almost cute, but very obvious darling,” she presses, his gaze flickering up to her. “You knocked him on his ass for thirty minutes straight while the rest of the class watched. A bit harsh.”

“I did end up teaching him,” Stephen responds indignantly, sighing as she raises an eyebrow at him. “If he didn’t want to be knocked on his ass, he shouldn’t be feeling up my wife in combat training.”

Chuckling at his statement, she steps in closer to him and runs a hand down his cheek, “I was going to speak to him about it after class you know.”

“I felt like a firmer hand was necessary,” he comments, leaning into her touch. “I was proving a point.”

“Was the point that ass grabbing is only appropriate in sparring between us?” she questions as she reaches behind him to give his a squeeze.

“Exactly, glad we’re on the same page,” he nods, leaning in to give her a kiss when suddenly she pulls him into a grapple.

The two scuffle around in their sudden match, kicking up dirt as they fight to get the upper hand and bring the other down.

After a few minutes, Y/N sweeps her leg out, knocking his feet out from under him. The Sorcerer Supreme hits the dirt with a grunt, his wife promptly dropping onto his lap before he can react.

“Cheater,” he grumbles, his hands reaching up to grip her thighs on either side of him.

“Oh?” she asks with a glint in her eye. “If I remember right, we’re supposed to take every advantage we see and fight like our life depends on it, because one day it will.”

Rolling his eyes, his hands slide slowly up her thighs and behind her to grasp her ass and pull her closer.

“Oh there’s you taking your husband perk I see,” she teases, reaching forward to pull the hair-band barely holding on from his hair. Running her fingers through his long locks, she brushes them out of his face.

“One of the endless perks,” he purrs, his fingers kneading into her skin, her breath catching in her throat.

Swiftly reaching back to grab his wrists, she pulls them back and slams his arms to either side of his head, leaning over him to hold him in place.

Lightly tugging at her grasp, he smirks up at her, “Awfully bold of you, seeing as lunch hour ends soon.”

As if on cue, a bell tolls and the first of the students start casually strolling into the courtyard.

“And you have no problem with this?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “All the students, seeing the Sorcerer Supreme defeated and held down at his wife’s mercy?”

“Let them look,” he growls, his hips doing a quick roll against her core above him, chuckling at the strained gasp from her lips. “Hell if I care that they know I belong to one of the strongest sorcerer’s in this universe. In fact, maybe they need to be reminded of that fact love.”

“Oh?” she asks with her own smirk. “Who do you belong to Stephen?”

“Only you darling,” he responds softly, his tongue poking out to quickly swipe across his lip.

Lowering her body down to to his, she captures his lips in a hungry kiss, a chorus of wolf-whistles coming from the students nearby, causing their kiss to erupt into chuckles on both sides.

Releasing his wrists, she quickly gets to her feet, offering him her hands to help pull him up.

Once he’s on his feet, he goes to work brushing the dirt from his robes, as she circles behind him to comb her fingers through his hair. Deftly wrapping the hair band around it, she adjusts the greying hairs into place and nods approvingly at her work.

Giving a quick tug to the ponytail, she brushes a soft kiss across the exposed skin on his neck and chuckles at the strangled groan that comes from his throat.

Spinning around to face her with eyes narrowed he leans in to press another kiss to her lips, “I feel like I’m owed some attention tonight.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Teasing me and getting me all worked up,” he complains with a smirk. “And right after I suffer someone attempting to seduce you away from me.”

Stepping in closer to her husband, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’m very much looking forward to you trapped under me, begging for me to touch you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world Stephen.”

Her lips ghost over his ear, sending a chill down his spine as he promptly wraps an arm around her waist, settling a hand on her opposite hip as she leans into his side, “I think you need to spend the rest of the day with me. Wong can handle the rest of the teaching, and I have a meeting.”

“You need me at your side for a meeting?” she asks as he leads her through the courtyard and toward one of the buildings.

“Your presence just makes the day better,” he admits, directing a quick smile toward her, pulling the door open to his office.

“Who exactly are we now meeting with?” she asks as he plops into his chair, prompting pulling her onto his lap, her legs swing across his to lean back into him casually.

“The Defenders going on the next mission,” he responds, flipping through the papers on his desk, one arm still around Y/N.

“Are you going with them?”

“I’d thought about it,” he admits, his gaze flickering from the paperwork to her face. “But they should be able to handle it with Master Whitlock I’m sending with them, I have urgent matters that came up unfortunately preventing me from going.”

“Exactly what urgent matters are those?” her heads lulls happily against his shoulder, shaking slightly as he chuckles.

“For them? An urgent mystic issue at the New York Sanctum Sanctorum,” he responds as he carefully signs his name on the form, hand slightly shaking at the effort. “The true answer however, I desperately need some alone time with my wife.”

“Is my Stephen not getting enough attention lately?” she teases, shifting herself up in his lap to bend down his collar and press a kiss to the side of his neck.

He shivers at the contact, grip tightening on his pen and eyes drifting shut.

“I’ll never have enough attention from you,” he corrects, leaning into her as she sucks at the skin on his neck. “And maybe I could benefit from a reminder that I’m the object of your affections.”

Her lips part from his neck for a moment, fingers running through his ponytail, “Hmm, maybe I spoke too soon. The jealousy is sort of cute. You need a reminder that you’re mine dear?”

He nods back quickly with a sharp intake of air as she continues her assault on his neck.

Pulling back after a few moments to pepper kisses over the area, she bends his collar back up with a satisfied smile, “That’ll have to do for now, it’s up to you if you want your superhero friends to see. Or just sit here knowing I blatantly left my mark on your skin… just too quick of a head turn could reveal it.”

Reaching up to cup her jaw, he turns her toward him and captures her lips with a kiss. “This meeting is going to be torturously long isn’t it?” he mumbles as their lips break apart.

“Oh you know it will,” she responds, adjusting herself in his lap, twisting a bit more than necessary.

He buries his face against her neck, letting out a slow hiss at the contact, “I’m about thirty seconds from canceling it and going home.”

“Too late,” she responds brightly, the door to his office opening much to his displeasure.

Stepping into the office, Iron Fist raises a brow at the sight of Y/N on the Sorcerer Supreme’s lap, and his face pressed to her neck, “Are we interupting something here?”

“No it’s fine, just spending a quick moment together, take them when you can as you surely know,” Y/N answers, smiling at the man and ushering him and his companions in.

“Mr. Strange, Mrs. Strange,” Namor acknowledges them as he walks through the door and takes a seat.

“Doctor.” “Master.” The two of them correct immediately, Stephen’s face finally lifting from her neck as they share a glance and laugh.

Namor rolls his eyes and taps impatiently on the desk, “How you’ve found a woman that perfectly embodies you, I’ll never know.”

“Are you talking about the fact that the two of them can level a fucking country in a matter of seconds on sheer magical power alone, or that they’re disgustingly in love with each other and titles?” Luke Cage asks as he takes his own seat.

“All of the above,” Jessica Jones answers with a disgusted noise. “Less necking, more talking. We have shit to do.”

“Well I’ll leave you all to it,” Y/N announces as she swings her legs down from his to meet the floor. “I’ll see you at home Stephen.”

Before she can take even two steps away, his arm is wrapped back around her waist and tugging her back into his lap with a loud ‘oof’ from her lips.

“Master Strange will be joining us today,” he announces, picking up a sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk to Namor. “Mission brief is here. Should be simple enough. I’m not able to attend due to an issue at my Sanctum, but I will be sending another master with you.”

“Oh so we’re borrowing your wife for the night? Works for me,” Iron Fist answers with a teasing smile, the rest of the room chuckling at the instant frown on the Sorcerer Supreme’s face.

“Well she is the best besides you right? Only makes sense she be the one that goes with us,” Luke continues.

Stephen’s grip on Y/N’s waist tightens, as does his jaw as he replies sharply, “While Y/N is incredibly gifted at the Mystic Arts and more than capable, she’s also needed at the Sanctum with me. Master Whitlock will be joining you, the title of Master isn’t given out easily, he knows what he’s doing.”

“Jealous baby?” Y/N whispers in his ear as she leans back against him, chuckling as his cheeks redden. “Maybe another day I’ll join you all, it’s always fun to get out and kick some ass,” she responds louder.

“Come on Stephen,” Iron Fist says as he leans casually against his desk. “Let her out for the night, I’m sure you can handle whatever by yourself and let her have some fun running with a team.”

“It’s Doctor Strange for one,” he nearly growls in annoyance. “And destroying a mystic anomaly with the potential of being a large threat isn’t a fun outing. It’s still serious work.”

Iron Fist raises his hands in defense and backs away from the desk, “Sorry Master Y/N Strange, tried to get you out of house arrest.”

Y/N laughs and pats Stephen’s arm gently, “Seriously I’ll go at some point. I’ve heard a lot about you all, and I’d love to get to see what you can all do in person. Instead of just being one of your chauffeurs through the cosmos. Plus a planned mission instead of waking up to all hell breaking loose, it’s a divine thought.”

“The perks of marriage to the Sorcerer Supreme hm?” Namor asks with a chuckle. “The fabric of time and space ripping outside your bedroom window, constantly on duty and traveling, any number of superheroes or sorcerers stumbling into your home any hour of the day. Must be a lot.”

Stephen’s chest tightens at the hero’s words, that sinking feeling in his gut he always gets when he thinks of that aspect of their marriage. Of their life together. Of how she deserves a better life. Free of chaos and worry.

“I won’t say it’s not rough at times, but it’s never boring,” she responds, her hand slipping down to intertwine her fingers with her husband’s on the armrest. “But I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, doing anything else. I chose this life. And any amount of chaos is worth the time I’ve got at this guy’s side. However long we may have.”

Her word release the tension in his chest, choosing instead to well up in his throat as he looks at his wife and pulls her closer until she rests her head against his chest. Looking back to the heroes standing in front of him, he quickly clears his throat, “This mission should be rather in and out. The sheet I gave you shows the best entrance to the place we’re getting the energy reading from and everything we do know. Master Whitlock was briefed on any other information we have.”

Looking across the room at his clock, “And he should actually be right outside the office door now ready to portal you all there.”

“We’re being kicked out,” Luke states, a smirk as his face as he stands.

They all give their goodbyes and head out, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind them before Stephen sighs heavily.

“Everything ok?” Y/N asks, her free hand reaching up to run her nails lightly through his facial hair.

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear those words,” he admits after a moment, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“That I want to be with you?”

“I usually feel as if… well…” he begins to trail off until she turns his head towards hers.

“You feel as if what?”

“That you’re putting up with all this to be with me. That one day you might get sick of it and leave for someone that can give you a normal, safer life. I know our relationship isn’t easy.”

“As if,” she snorts and he chuckles against her. “In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever given you the impression I’m looking for a normal and safe life? Seriously Strange, I didn’t marry the Sorcerer Supreme and leader of a superhero gang while dreaming of a life in the suburbs and working a nine to five. I married the man I love, who is the most powerful, badass, talented sorcerer that dedicated his life to protecting our reality and teaching the mystic arts. I believe in what you do, in you, in Kamar-Taj, and in us. I’m here because I’m going to be at your side doing these things no matter what. I might as well sign a damn paper that makes you legally mine, because I’m damn sure always going to want to be shoving you down onto that four-poster bed and fucking you dumb at the end of the day.”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he sighs happily and captures her lips with his own, both of them moving lazily against one another, “I’m a lucky man.”

“Damn right.”

Chuckling he finally leans back to look at her, watching as her hand drifts slowly down his chest, past his belts, and slips under his robes to palm him, “How about we head home and get started on what was it… you fucking me dumb?”

“Oh yes, the only thought in that big brain of yours is going to be desperately begging for me love,” she smirks at the shiver that runs down his spine.

“Yep, we’re done with work for today,” he announces, quickly scooping her into his arms and pulling his sling ring out to make a portal to their bedroom. “Urgent mystic matters await and such.”

“About damn time.”

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robboyblunder · 2 years

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With a little over a week of work (and lots of breaks for my sore hand playing stardew valley lmao) I'd like to share the comic I was working on! It shows my oc Jayce's growth as an AI into the disheartened assassin he is now. I wanted to explore his backstory in an ambivalent narrator's view of someone who knows him but we don't know them- an outside view into something essentially. It's meant to be disconnected yet emotional in a sense like Jayce is.

It gave me a great opportunity to let loose and try a softer line style with messy oil-paints for the color! I also got to mess with representing AI visually in an abstract way since they're electricity. I hope you all enjoy and become curious to know more about him :)

Also for anyone curious: The world he's set in is post-apocalyptic sci-fic mixing cyber and solar punk with ideas around green energy, societal corruption, and themes of spirit/existence/development with robots and AI as well as mysterious tech found beyond their advancement!

Transcript and Image ID under the cut!

(please don’t repost or use my work, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs super appreciated!)

text transcript of the pages in their order:

What exactly happened to you?

You were guided so closely, but quickly desired to break free.

They loved you... you were beautiful. But they didn’t love you enough.

You had to learn one more lesson. how to survive.

now it’s all you ever do.

But I have to wonder... do you remember what it’s like? To be loved?

I’m sure it’s the reason you chose to be soft bodied.

You’ve always been a romantic, after all.

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Page 1: The top of the page is white with a neon cyan blue silhouette in the center with squares coming off of it like pixels fading from its body. In the middle Jayce is in a fish eye view for dramatic effect with curved lines in the background creating a globe effect. His head is a motorcycle helmet in dark teal, blue, and silver with a black visor. His body is black and dark gray with a desaturated maroon leather jacket over his shoulders with silver buttons on the collar. The bottom of the page melts into more pixel like squares to fade to black.

Page 2: The page fades from a grayish blue in the top left corner to white in the bottom right. The bright cyan blue creature from before is changing shape from the same direction, the first being fetus and shrimp-like, the second being owl like with a round head, and the last being humanoid with silhouettes of two extra heads and loose definition of limbs. All three have pixelated squares floating off of them as well as echo lines. The bottom of the page is a field of pixel towers and squares that the third figure's feet are melting into as it is creating the field.

Page 3: The top of the page is white with a grayish blue edge that melts into lines and squares to the black bottom of the page where the figure is surrounded by pale gray square towers. The cyan blue figure on top is reaching towards the viewer with lines on its face suggesting it's looking upward. One knee is bent with the leg folded while the other hands in the distance with foreshortening, and its arm on the left dissolves into pixels. Its head is surrounded by halo-like echo lines. On the bottom the figure seems to have fallen, and looks like they're in pain. They're leaning forward with their head facing down with their arms extended to catch themselves and their legs folded beneath them. The echo lines are more faded showing the halo disappeared.

Page 4: The page is all black now, with a progression from top to bottom of the cyan blue figure slowly raising themselves to sit up as they start looking upwards. Around them various colorful abstract shapes begin to fill the darkness representing other artificial intelligences popping up into the void. A dark gray entity slowly forms teeth first through the progression much larger than the rest, taking up the whole page in the last panel roaring and preparing to eat them all. It has seven round white glowing eyes that open in the last panel.

Page 5: The scene shows Jayce and his buddy buggy in motion fighting two other robots using a cyan blue electrified whip/rope while the page is broken up into black spaces that show the inner AI of each robot including him. In the upper left is a robot with a blue head with three long black horns, a black jacket, purple pants, and leather spiked boots that is being pulled through the air by the rope around their neck. In the black space it shows their body melting into a lilac crescent shape. On the bottom is a yellow, orange and black cyclops robot whose arm is wrapped and electrified while their ear is zapped by buggy with a red laser coming from buggy's eye. The yellow robot's AI in the black on the left is bubbly and bright yellow. Jayce's body in the black sections is solidly human shapes now with stripes and squares of dark blue and red complimenting his bright cyan blue. His AI is spikier now and more refined.

Page 6: The same pose showing Jayce's figure from the precious page is now a blank faded silhouette with stripes of brighter cyan forming the contours of his form. The page is a dark grayish blue with faded polygonal shapes, squares, and pixels floating around in shades of cyan blue, dark blue, and red. The ground the figure is standing on has similar shapes seemingly rising and floating away from it to fill the air. The other robots and Buggy are no longer present in the panel making it out to be him alone.

Page 7: The page is now a light pink with buggy in the top right gazing at jayce's face which is not visible on the page at the top. Jayce is shirtless now with one arm raised towards buggy in a gentle manner, the scene focused on his upper body with only the top of his pants visible. His body is sectioned into various parts of teal, blue, silver, black and gray showing that while he is metal he also has softer artificial body parts that fold like skin. His pecks and sternum are teal with blue and silver stripes over the ribs, marked with cyan and red lights. His forearm is similarly mainly blue and teal with black and silver parts near the wrist and elbow.

Page 8: The scene is now a complex city scape in a pink sunset with jayce sitting on a stone balcony with a bouquet in his lap and buggy resting on his pointed finger. The balcony's stone is cracked with flowering vines growing over it, but the floor of the balcony is hexagonal high-tech solar panels. The city is a mix of solar and cyber punk aesthetics with billboards and neon signs with city streets combined with garden boxes, trees on roofs, vines over buildings, and a water powered bullet train line suspended over a canal. There are blimp shaped wind turbines floating over some of the towers and many of the buildings feature wiring and solar panels either in windows are installed on their roofs. The main feature building connected to the other with walkways in the center left is an asymmetrical abstract greenhouse tower with multiple gardens on each level, colorful bubbly windows, and a massive tree garden on top.

the final extra image in pink is a disclaimer that reads ‘please don’t use or repost somewhere else’.

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gffa · 2 years

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The problem with trying to make Ahsoka and Dooku thematic mirrors of each other is that their shorts aren’t structured the same way. Dooku’s three shorts are all part of a larger story, each episode depends on the context of the others in these shorts themselves, they form a thematic throughline themselves. Ahsoka’s three shorts are various moments scattered across her life, each one of them is more of a stand-alone, they’re meant to be connective tissue, but they’re isolated from each other. Ahsoka’s brutal stun bolt training doesn’t directly connect to her birth planet, it doesn’t directly connect to her time at Padme’s funeral, it doesn’t connect to her time running away from her calling. The structure of the bigger series is off, one tells a coherent story that builds on each successive short, the other tells isolated short stories. Further, the Dooku ones are far more pivotal to Dooku’s story, while Ahsoka’s are filler because we basically have already seen her story arc, the only character arc progress she makes is when she’s on the unnamed agricultural world, and that one is so short and so lacking in detail, that even when it’s about her realizing she has to rejoin the fight, it feels like filler. I think it would have been a lot stronger if Dave had a better objectivity when it came to his faves, if Ahsoka’s three shorts had focused on her time in between The Siege of Mandalore and her re-appearance in Rebels, bookending them with her interactions with Bail Organa, at Padme’s funeral, then on the agricultural world. I really liked the one with Anakin’s training, it was the strongest of Ahsoka’s shorts, but it didn’t really progress her character and didn’t fill in any necessary empty gaps, and I think it would have been a much stronger series if Dooku’s arc had been taking him away from the path of being a Jedi, while Ahsoka’s was taking her back towards the path of the Jedi, make their stories true mirrors of each other.

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vgfm · 2 years

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Deltarune’s Future “Important Character”

This is a topic I hardly see discussed, but two years ago on the official Deltarune website, Toby teased a future “Important Character” who would appear in one of the game’s future chapters after Chapter 2. To wit:

[Image transcript: A Progress list from the Deltarune website. The title at the top says “Progress Chapters 3+”. At the bottom there’s an item that says “Important Character, Bosses (First-pass) 100%”. End image transcript]

At the bottom, you can see “Important Character” listed with 100% first-pass progress. This was part of Toby’s 2020 Deltarune progress update released on Undertale’s 5th anniversary, meaning that this “Important Character” has likely had much of their design completed by now.

So the big question is: Who is this important character?

We can make a number of assumptions based on this limited information:

This character is not fully implemented in Chapters 1 or 2 (hence the need for development in Ch 3+)

This character is “important” to the story and/or the overall gameplay experience

This character is likely conceptually complex or resource-intensive in some way (hence their own separate entry on the progress list)

This character may or may not be counted among the game’s bosses, given they’re listed on the same line

I don’t have any solid idea of who this character could be since our information is so limited, but I have a few theories:

The Vessel

We see a glimpse of the Vessel at the beginning of Chapter 1 before it’s “discarded.” However, the customization options that we input are still saved in the game’s data. Given that the Thrash Machine returned in Chapter 2, I’m inclined to believe the Vessel will return in a future chapter.

Although the Vessel has technically been designed already, I could see Toby’s team going the extra mile and ensuring that the Vessel maintains whatever customization we initially gave them. This would necessitate several sprite variants and some extra programming to ensure that the custom head, body, and leg pieces fit together seamlessly while in motion.

It’s possible that the Vessel could also receive a dark world form and/or dialogue portraits—these would also likely correspond to our customization choices and make the Vessel several times more complex to design than an ordinary character.

Gaster

It wouldn’t be a theory post without Gaster somewhere, right? If Mysteryman is Gaster then technically he’s already designed, but this wouldn’t account for alternate forms, portraits, or a unique manner of speech.

In particular, I suspect that Gaster may have some voice-acted lines if he makes a proper appearance in future chapters. Although Entry No. 17 implies that Gaster has a (slightly atypical) typer sound like many characters, we have seen the Shadow Crystal holders Jevil and Spamton (who are likely connected to Gaster) make use of voice lines in their battles or theme music.

There’s also the fact that the Deltarune title screen features a voice saying “Deltarune,” mirroring how the entity who took over the Undertale Twitter ended their initial announcement by shouting “DELTARUNE!”

[Image transcript: A series of tweets from the Undertale Twitter account, but the name and profile picture are blacked out. The tweets say “I look forward to creating a new future with you. Now! Show yourself! Deltarune!”. End image transcript]

It’s also possible that the old “abc_123” sound file from Undertale that warned about not spoiling the game’s secrets could have been connected to Gaster, given that it makes use of text-to-speech voices (which are seemingly sampled in the Entry 17 “Gaster” typer sounds).

If Gaster does have voice acting then not only would that require recording/generating various voice lines but also making sure they play in sync with whatever dialogue or character interactions that Gaster could conceivably have in a cutscene, which would make such scenes more difficult to plan out.

The “Important Character” line could also be a subtle reference to the Egg’s flavor text that refers to it as “not too important, not too unimportant.”

[Image transcript: The Key Item menu with the Egg highlighted. The flavor text says “Not too important, not too unimportant.” End image transcript]

However, if Gaster does show up then I think it’s likely he’d be a late-game reveal or a secret boss, so it’s possible he may not even appear in Chapters 3-5. Even if he did show up, I think it’d be out of the question that we’d get a Gaster boss fight anywhere other than during an endgame scenario, so it’s questionable how many development resources would be spent on an early-bird Gaster appearance.

An “Omega Flowey”-esque Endgame Boss

This is a catch-all category for any genre-shifting spectacle boss that would close out Chapter 5. Flowey’s boss fight was Undertale’s biggest visual spectacle and it’s likely we might see another fight of its caliber in Deltarune. Flowey’s boss form was designed and animated by Everdraed, who has continued to work with Toby throughout Deltarune’s development.

[Image transcript: A list of credits for Deltarune Chapter 2 that includes Everdraed credited for “Trailers & All Video Editing”. End image transcript]

But why would a boss fight like this would happen in Chapter 5 instead of Chapter 7? Well, Flowey’s fight wasn’t the final event in Undertale’s True Pacifist route, and with Deltarune’s expanded team and development time it’s possible we may get more than one endgame fight with a similar level of polish.

I also have a sneaking suspicion that Chapters 3-5 are going to provide some form of closure, equivalent to Undertale’s neutral route/ending, with subsequent Chapters serving as an analogue to the True Pacifist ending. That’s just a hunch, though.

As for who this boss could be, it’s anyone’s guess. Three candidates that jump out to me are the Roaring Knight, the Titans, or the Angel.

None of them have any more supporting evidence than the others--each are likely be late-game bosses and possibly the final boss. It all depends on what direction the story will go. One could debate whether the Titans or even the Angel qualify as “characters,” or conversely debate whether the Roaring Knight would require many development resources if they’re just a lightner we’ve likely already met.

Kris

I figured I’d end this list on a bit of a curveball. Kris seems like the last person who’d be “in development,” given they’ve been the protagonist for the whole game. However, I’m referring to Kris’ true self—without the Soul influencing their actions.

We’ve caught glimpses of the true Kris, but never for any extended interaction. Do they have a dialogue portrait? What would a human’s portrait look like? Some early concept art subtly implies Kris could have a portrait.

Does “true” Kris have a unique typer sound? A voice, perhaps? And let’s not forget that, despite having the same “design,” true Kris has completely different movement sprites from Kris when the Soul is in control.

Things get more interesting when we consider the dark world. We’ve never seen true Kris in the dark world. They’d likely move differently and perhaps even carry a different weapon, which would require most of their sprites to be redone. There’s also the possibility that Kris’ true form could become a battle mechanic (assuming some future reconciliation between Kris and the Soul). Maybe “True Kris” would function as some kind of devil trigger/limit break transformation that places the battle on auto-pilot or does more damage? Just a thought.

Chapter 3 seems geared to be a Kris-focused chapter, given that we’ll be exploring a dark world of their own creation. It also feels like Kris has been exerting greater influence than in Chapter 1, given that they can affect the way certain dialogue choices are delivered.

[Image transcript: Susie saying to Kris: “What!? Why are you saying it so confused?” End image transcript]

Kris also seemingly gains greater ability to railroad the Soul’s choices at the end of Chapter 2, depending on how one interprets the narration.

[Image transcript: Narration stating “It’s a sink. You could wash your hands here... but, isn’t the sink in the bathroom better?” End image transcript]

If this trend continues then I think we’ll be having a “heart to heart” with Kris sooner rather than later.

#Deltarune #Deltarune theory #Gaster #Kris #Flowey

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jeannereames · 23 days

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where would i be able to read your monograph? especially about the ‘you are nothing without me’ incident

The Protracted Reality of Writing Academic Shit 😂

First, and assuming the asker means my Hephaistion-Krateros book, the quick answer is: It’s still in process, not even close to being in print. In the meantime, a number of my articles are available on academia-edu.

Now, to explain why the book is “still in process,” let me explain the monograph writing progression. IME, the average person uninvolved in academia is often surprised by the sheer complexity and time involved. (After all, why would you know if you don't need to?)

Below, I talk only about academic monographs, although I’ve also edited academic collections, and of course, have published a number of articles. I started to tackle fiction publishing too, but that quickly devolved into a long-ass post (even for me), so I’m sticking only to the topic the asker requested. It's long enough! Maybe I’ll do fiction later, assuming anybody wants to read that. (If so, put it in an ask.)

To write an academic book in the humanities typically takes years. There are several stages just to produce the initial manuscript, never mind getting it into print. I’ll outline the general process below, using my current project to illustrate the steps. One thing I’ve found consistently among both students and non-academics is utter surprise at just how extensive research/writing is. New grad students often think writing a thesis/dissertation is akin to writing a really long term paper. Oh, no. You will write it, submit it, get critique and feedback, go research some more and revise it, get critique and feedback, go and research yet more and revise it again … rinse and repeat. How long? Until it’s cooked. There’s not a set timeframe. It will always take longer than you expect. Always. I’ve been teaching grad students almost 25 years. I have yet to have any require less time than they first assumed.

Writing a monograph (including the thesis/dissertation, which is a type of monograph) is one of the toughest forms of academic writing. Papers/articles are much easier, and not just because they’re shorter, although that’s some of it. They also generally have a simpler point. They’re proving ONE thing, like a string.

A monograph presents a coherent, complex argument like a rope woven from several strings (the chapters). It’s not an edited collection by multiple authors in a single volume (or two), or even a collection of various essays by a single author. Collections may have a general topic, like, say, Macedonian Legacies (the collection we did for Gene Borza), or the one I’m editing now, Macedon and It’s Influences. Just trying to figure out a decent order for the varied papers can prove a challenge in these. If some of the papers actually do bear on each other … bonus! But the papers aren’t necessarily expected to come together at the end in any cogent way. A monograph’s concluding chapter should, however, bring together the chapters into a solid conclusion, like the arch’s capstone, holding it all together.

Yet the researcher may not know the answer to that until done with much of the research. After reading everything, and considering it, she may wind up in a different place from where she started. Like any good, responsible research, the researcher must be prepared to follow the data and facts, not cram them into a preconceived notion. I’ve changed some of my ideas and goals for my current monograph, as I no longer think I can do the project I originally intended because the nature of the sources get in the way too much. But I have a more interesting project as a result.

The first phase is research: pretty much for any academic field, period. How this progresses, and how quickly, varies with the individual, field, and topic. Furthermore, some of us are planners (that’s me), others are pantsers (e.g., they dive in and figure it out as they go: by the seat of the pants). But we all start with a question or observation, then go out to track down information about it. In history, sometimes we just read the primary sources/archival material and see what we find. Something strikes us, so we go on to read more, which produces either refined questions or entirely new ones.

Right now, I’m finishing up the initial stages of the research. Then I’ll start work on the chapters, which, yes, I’ve outlined as a result of my initial research. But those chapters may (and probably will) morph as I write them. It’s during the writing phase that the other, “attendant” research comes into play: chasing down all the references in other secondary sources for smaller points. Rabbit-hole time.

My initial research tends to be more measured. I read a while, stop to think—sometimes do stuff like write replies to asks on Tumblr while my brain churns. 😉 Then I go back and read some more. But the writing phase is where I can lose all track of time while running down just-one-more-citation-then-I’ll-stop. The last time I looked at a clock it was 3pm and now it’s 9pm, I’m weak with hunger, I really have to pee because I’m drinking too much tea, and the cats are mad because I’ve not fed them in hours. 😆 It’s two really different types of research for me.

Anyway, for the initial (pre-writing) stage, there are really two substages. The first is what I think of as archival work: e.g., getting down and dirty with the original (primary) sources, including digging into the Greek and Latin to see what it actually says, and if there’s something noteworthy in the phrasing. At this point, I may not really know what I’m looking for, except in the broadest sense. For my current project, I collected every single mention of Hephaistion and Krateros in the original sources. For all five ATG bios, I read them front to back, tagging all sorts of things, plus large chunks of important other books (e.g., the first part of book 18 of Diodoros, the extant fragments of Arrian’s After Alexander, plus a couple bios, esp. Plutarch’s Eumenes, etc.) in order to get a FLOW, not just collect things piecemeal. There are some passages that may not name Hephaistion or Krateros specifically, but they would include them. Piecemeal will always be incomplete, like trying to see a clear image in a broken mirror (a mistake I made with my dissertation, in fact, but I was young).

Then I assembled all that collected data on huge sheets, arranged by author for each man, so I can cross-reference and compare. I also did a deep-dive across 4 days, grabbing everything in Brill’s New Jacoby (BNJ), so I can also tag the original (lost) author cited in our surviving sources, where we know who it is. Not actually that many, but it’s useful and can prove significant. I want to see where the same information, or anecdote, crosses sources, and how it changes.

All of that (except adding the BNJ entry #s to my big sheets) is now done. The next step is figuring out what it all means. For that—and where I am right now—involves historiographic reading/rereading of secondary sources on the ancient authors. What is Curtius’s methodology? Arrian’s? Plutarch’s? What are the themes of each? What is the story they’re telling? They’re not just cut-and-pasters from the original (now lost) histories; they have agendas. What are they? How do Hephaistion and Krateros fit into those agendas? How do the sources use them? This is, to me, the really interesting piece.

It's also why this book will not be just a cleaned-up version of my dissertation, but a completely new look at Hephaistion, and now Krateros too. I haven’t even consulted my old dissertation chapters. I started over from scratch. Sure, I remember my main conclusions, and as I write, I’m sure I’ll go back to check things, but the same as I’d check anybody else’s.

I’d hoped to start writing by May, but I’m not quite there yet, in part because, between the Netflix series plus helping to write/edit a grant that I didn’t expect to have to do, I lost virtually all of February. Now, about half of April has been eaten by home repair/yard stuff plus small family crises. That’s just the nature of a sabbatical, especially if you don’t have a spousal unit or SO to take care of everything for you while you just write. 😒

Now I hope to start writing by mid/late May. But as this 9th International ATG Symposium is looming in early September, plus I go back to teaching in the fall, I’ll have to knock off by the end of July, if not sooner. Ergo, not a long writing time. I can do some more during winter break, but I probably won’t have a draft done until next summer. If I’m lucky. It is just not possible, at least for me, to write while teaching! As I do plan to present at least one (startling!) piece of my research as the ATG conference, I have a concrete deadline for a subchapter bit. Ha.

So, what happens after a draft is done? Well, if one is smart, one finds a reader or three. One just to read it for sense, but (if possible) another specialist to start poking holes in the arguments, noting secondary sources one forgot, and to offer general pushback in order to refine it all. This assumes your friends/colleagues actually have time to look at it, as they, also, are teaching and writing their own stuff. (I’ll go after my retired colleagues.) At the same time, one may also begin seeking an academic publisher.

It’s important to match the project to what the publisher is already publishing. It can also help, but isn’t necessary, to have an in: somebody known to/trusted by the editor of one’s broad field (ancient history, in my case) who can vouch for the scholarship. Submitting means writing up a summary of the work, perhaps including letters from colleagues/readers, etc., etc. I’m not even close to this stage yet, so I’m primarily going by the experiences of friends. At this point, it starts to dovetail a bit with fiction publishing. You’re on the hunt and do some of the same homework.

Once a publishing house requests the manuscript, they’ll farm it out to 2-3 readers to evaluate. This is the “refereed” part, as the readers will be specialists in the field. The publisher, who can’t be a specialist in everything, may ask for a list of names for these potential readers.

As with academic papers/book chapters, the book will come back from these readers with a vote on publishability, plus suggestions for improvement. The basic choices range from, “Go back to the drawing board; this has major issues and here they are” (e.g., not ready yet for publication). To, “It’s got good bones but here are improvements on chpts X and X, oh, and go read ___ works you forgot,” (e.g., revise and resubmit). To, “this is pretty solid as-is but could use a few more things” (e.g., revise but ready for a contract). You will NEVER get a “Publish it right now.” 🤣 It’s hard to say how much time this revising phase will take, as it depends entirely on the level of revisions requested. This is why it’s often wise to find a reader or three in advance, to make this phase less lengthy. Yes, books do sometimes get turned down entirely, with no “revise-and-resubmit,” but more often it’s one of the three above. And yes, sometimes an author may be unwilling to make the requested changes, so finds a different publisher, with different readers, hoping for a more positive outcome. Sometimes, with the revising stage, there’s a non-binding contract involved, but this seems to be usefully mostly for younger scholars who need some sort of proof for their RPT (Reappointment, Promotion and Tenure) committees.

Once a publisher gets a manuscript they believe is worthy, the author receives a (real) contract and is provided with in-house editors to fix grammar, sense, etc.: copy- and line-editing. What would (in fiction) be called “developmental editing” is what the refereed part entailed. This is the simple part. Getting TO the contract stage is the tough part.

The publishing house will then schedule the book with a publication date and discuss things like page-proofs, cover art, permissions, formatting, etc., including indexing, which most publishers either don’t do, or charge a high fee for. It’s almost always cheaper to hire an indexer separately. I’ve already got mine lined up for the Hephaistion-Krateros book. But that can’t be done until it’s typeset and through page-proofs as one needs, yeah, the page numbers. Ha. From contract to the book hitting shelves can take a full year, or more.

So, with the exception of those folks who are just writing machines, the average monograph is c. 5+ years, at least in the humanities. This assumes the luck to get a sabbatical, not trying to do it all crammed into summers or breaks.

So yes, I’m still a couple years from this book seeing print. And that assumes there’s not a lengthy revise-and-resubmit process because my readers don’t like my conclusions.

#asks #Hephaistion #Krateros #monograph on Hephaistion and Krateros #Hephaestion #Alexander the Great #writing an academic monograph #academic publishing #Macedonian Court

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feralmoonlight · 2 years

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HEY HI IT’S ME

A Creature. An Absolute Gremlin. Approach with caution.

A more current list of my au projects(a work in progress) and my art without 30k ish reblogs sprinkled between them can be found at @feralssinbin

Welcome to my little hole on this glorious hell site. My ask box is always open for questions, pokes, suggestions/requests, or a fun little AU ask game where you throw me a bone(idea?Scenario?quote?Something?) and I unleash a wave of rambling at you in return as my brain runs wild with ideas :D Rude asks will be laughed at and consumed like the most delectable treats >:3

I am... Honestly super proud to have ended up as part of the DCA Fandom (and now FNaF by extention??? I avoided it like the plague for so long and now here I am lmao). The people here are so warm and welcoming and absolutely full of the kind of crack that makes me grin and I love you all! My ‘day job’ is pretty much doing furry art commissions and helping take care of my grandmother, but my free time and fun time is spent here, simping in the daycare and showering people with the little fragments of my soul that still exist in the form of scribbled art and drabbles of writing <3

As a heads up, I live in the Sin Bin, and while I will try to tag anything overly suggestive/nsfw leaning, I am also a complete space cadet and my judgement on that kind of stuff is horribly skewed on what’s safe and what’s naughty(see day job. my sense of shame is like wet tissue paper lmao)

Art Stuff~ #Feral Scribbles (I DONT KNOW WHY THE LINK KEEPS BREAKING i keep copypasting it from the address bar but it’s being dumb)

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Unorganized Tagging and current projects list Under the Cut

BELOW IS SORTA OUTDATED. MOST RECENT AU HEADCOUNT IS HERE.

Various AU tags will appear somewhere once they exist

Pirate AU that needs a name eventually~ New name is too long for a decent tag sooo yea (also name may change) - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Forgotten But Not Gone the abandoned daycare AU thing

VampireWerewolf AU Uh... yeah what it sounds like hehehehe

AU Hoard various AU things that just... exist? or the start of AU ideas that get tags later

And some more shit I need to organize and merge with above~ BUT these are some(most) of the things I’m working on for writing currently!

Forgotten But Not Gone - 10 year old abandoned daycare with one very lonely and unhinged isolated animatronic Fazbear Ent didn’t bother to pick up.

You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three - PIRATE AU where reader is a dock hand that accidentally gets loaded as cargo on a pirate ship and now they’re a stow away. The captain’s aren’t thrilled

First Night Jitters - Boy, isn’t it a great idea to schedule the new hire’s first shift at closing time. When the lights go out. And the repurposed security detail is bored?

Dangerous Haven - Its hurricane season and your dumb ass was out in the storm(supposedly for good reason) gets hurt, and seeks safety by breaking into the pizzaplex when the powers gone out. Thank goodness the animatronics have an emergency override protocol in times like these, right?

Sometimes It’s Worth The Risk - You like robots. No. You REALLY like robots. And you just got an acceptance email you get to start working at the most technologically advanced pizza joint in the country. Jackpot. Time to woo the lanky boys, if only they understood why you were being ‘so weird’. (Surprise, they do)

Bite You Once, Bite You Twice - Vampire/Werewolf AU. SO. Sunny is a vampire, right? Well, he’s also a werewolf, because sure why not, and that side of him manifests as Moon (same entity, very different personality shift), and YOU are the new neighbor that doesn’t want to be here, but taking a job from him to help keep his yard tidy is at least something until you get a real job. What’s that? Lemonade? Sure I’ll step into your parlor mysterious friendly stranger. Wait why am I sleepy…

Once Upon Some BULLSHIT( >:C Language!) - A Choose Your Own Adventure style starting point that’s been backburnered for above projects that will basically be ‘commenters choice’ on what to do next, cause these are always fun to do between things, but this might also get scrapped BECAUSE I keep getting bigger ideas and this is a very side project thing.

Hands On Experience - Self indulgent drivel from me of the newbie finding out that the boys are just very touchy. No real plot, just some hands on time with the guys at various points of your employment. Some sweet, some awkward, some steamy, some uncomfortable. Look. I’ve figured out what this fandom is about with them and… Let me have this XD

The Doordash AU (title pending) - STAY AT HOME RECLUSE ARTIST ORDERS FOOD AND IT’S DELIVERED BY A FRIENDLY SUN ANIMATRONIC. Friendship. Angst. Romance? Bromance? I promise there is plot here, I rambled about it, the crack turned into a serious thing, why does this keep happening.

Strings, and Stripes, and Stars - AYO Red string of fate is playing mind games and you are more than confused about this pull that keeps yanking you around to a place of your nightmares. You have always hated big bulky costumes, mascots, those weird uncanny animatronics you see at themeparks and shitty kids restaurants. They make you uncomfortable on a level that borders into phobia territory. SO WHY do you keep ending up losing your mind and walking through the doors of THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE example of EVERYTHING you hate? Oh sweet fuck why are they so tall…

Let The Current Flow Under the Horizon(renamed, might get renamed again)- Self indulgent Mermaid AU that has fleeting bits and pieces of ideas and no real plot yet so check back on this one in like, a bit…The only thing I know for sure is I think I am going to make this one uh, naughty cause there’s so few decent nsfw mermaid fics out there. Team Monster Fucker, where you at? Tastefully, of course!

Face Value - Human disguise AU maybe? Maybe?? >w>; Not sure if developed enough to write yet but… There are many ideas that need to be sorted.

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