#There is absolutely a class element to me making fun of some of these names and I own that

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Thinking about all the scifi protagonists whose great grandparents were named Braedon and Kayleigh and Castiel and Daenerys.

#Grandfather why are you named Naruto? #Grandfather immediately dies of shame #You can name your kids whatever but please don't name them Castiel. Or worse Kastiel (real kids have that name) #Names are cyclical so scifi protagonist might be named Brooklynn and grandma #There is absolutely a class element to me making fun of some of these names and I own that #science fiction #Scifi #Writing #Baby names #post o' mine

[munson-blurbs]

Hey can I do one of the spirit Halloween requests. Sour Patch Kids/Butterfinger. And can it be with Eddie please. Can include smut if that's OK. Thank you 😊

Enemies-to-Lovers/Shy!Reader/Eddie Munson

(+ 3 other anon requests)

I couldn't figure out a way to make it smutty without it seeming forced, but there are definitely some raunchy elements. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Eddie is mean to Reader, allusion to masturbation (18+ only, minors DNI), Reader wears a skirt

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Absolutely not.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, a sneer cursing his lips. 

“Come on, man!” Mike grumbles, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I told Nancy I’d help her out.”

Eddie scoffs, turning away from you and your best friend’s younger brother. “Yeah, well, I didn’t promise shit,” he retorts. “We don’t need anymore players, and we definitely don’t need her.”

Your lower lip quivers, and you bite it to stop from crying. “I, um, i-it’s okay, Mike,” you hurriedly reassure him. “I’ll tell Nancy you tried.” You turn around and leave the drama room, tears blurring your vision. 

“What the hell is your problem?” Mike yells loud enough that you can hear him halfway down the hallway, despite the pounding in your ears. “Nancy said she’s really into DnD. She could, I dunno, be our sub when Lucas has a game or something.”

“Am I speaking a different language? No. N-O. Not happening.”

Gareth cocks a bemused brow. “Are you still pissed off about—”

“SHUT UP!” Eddie’s bellow reverberates around the tiny room. “Look, are we gonna play or not?”

“I gotta go make sure she’s okay before Nancy kicks my ass,” Mike huffs, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks for nothing,” he spits at Eddie.

No one says anything for a moment; the Hellfire Club is eerily silent. Finally, Jeff speaks up. “That was pretty harsh, Ed.”

“That was harsh?!” Eddie guffaws and clenches his jaw. “Me telling her she can’t join Hellfire is harsh, but she can talk shit about me to her friends, and that’s totally fine? Cool, got it.” He shakes his head at the memory. Just a few weeks ago, he’d been walking to your locker to ask you out, only to overhear you telling Nancy that you wish he would disappear and leave you alone.

“Why do you even care so much?” Lucas asks, now thoroughly invested in the drama.

“Because he loves her,” Gareth pipes up, “and she thinks he’s an obnoxious prick, which is accurate.” He’s unfazed by Eddie’s glare, having been on the receiving end of his anger many a time. “Dude, you embarrassed the shit outta her in history! Why would she be nice to you?”

Dustin rolls his eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Eddie insists at the same time Gareth says, “As soon as she walked into class, he jumped on his desk and shouted, ‘there’s the prettiest girl in Hawkins!’”

All of the guys let out a collective groan. “You can’t do that with a shy girl!” Lucas groans. If Eddie wasn’t six inches taller than him, he’d smack him upside the head. “Max would kick my ass if I did that to her.”

“She probably thought you were making fun of her,” Dustin points out, and Eddie’s face falls when everyone else nods in agreement. “Have you tried, like, talking to her and not at her?”

“No,” Eddie admits, scuffing the toe of his Reeboks on the tile floor. “Shit, I gotta fix this–I’ll be right back.”

You’re nearly at the double doors of Hawkins High’s entrance when you hear a familiar voice calling your name. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and muster up all of your courage, but your words still rush out too quickly. “I’m gonna tell Nancy that Hellfire wasn’t my scene. You’re in the clear, okay? Just…go away.”

But he doesn’t go away; he comes closer. The anger that previously flamed behind his eyes is extinguished, replaced by concern. “Can we talk?” he softly asks. “We can go in my van so it’s more private. Please.”

“Fine.” The desperation in his tone convinces you to give in. You follow him to the van, offering him the smallest smile when he opens the door and motions for you to go inside. Pushing aside a stray guitar pick, you take a seat on the carpeted floor. 

Eddie takes a deep breath, twisting his rings around his fingers nervously. “I, um, I’m sorry. For, y’know, the whole thing in history class.”

You suck your lip between your teeth before responding. “S’okay,” you mumble. You really want to tell him off so he knows how hurt you were by his teasing, but you can’t bring yourself to say the words.

“No, it’s not. I…I should’ve told you when it was just the two of us,” he counters, drawing a confused look from you. “What?”

“Told me what?”

“That I think you’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins.” He offers his own puzzled expression when you scramble to your knees and lean for the door handle. “Wait! Where’re you going?”

There’s a lump in your throat that you force yourself to swallow before you can speak. “This is obviously a big joke to you, Eddie. ‘Ha ha, let’s point out how ugly the nerdy girl is!’” 

“No. No.” Eddie’s voice is firm but kind. “It wasn’t a joke. I really think you’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins. And I like you. A lot,” he adds with a nervous laugh. “That whole, uh, performance was my way of flirting.”

You’re still unconvinced, cocking a brow in disbelief, so he continues. “How about this: since I embarrassed you, I’ll tell you an embarrassing secret. And if I’m lying about liking you, you can tell everybody.”

You relent for the second time today. “O-Okay. That’s fair.”

“All right.” Eddie rubs his palms on his jeans, slick with anxious perspiration. “So, remember that time that I got to class, all…sweaty and out of breath and stuff?”

You nod. “Mhm.” He’d told Mrs. Click that he’d been in gym class, but you knew he’d just come from lunch like you had. You’d figured he’d had a deal out in the woods and ran back to school. 

“Well, um,” he looks down at the carpet, “it was because I saw you in the cafeteria wearing this cute little skirt, and I had to…take care of myself. In the boys’ room.” He presses his palms to his eyes and says, mostly to himself, “No fuckin’ way did I just admit that.”

You’re shell-shocked. Like joining Hellfire, the skirt in question was another one of Nancy’s ideas to ease you out of your comfort zone. You had no idea he’d even noticed. “Y-You liked it?” you ask dumbly. 

“Ohhhh, yeah,” Eddie chuckles. “I gotta stop thinkin’ about it before…” His eyes drop to the zipper of his jeans, a small tent already visible against the seam, and he hurries to switch subjects. “D’you still wanna play DnD with us? I promise I’m usually less of a dick. And a perv.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I have my doubts about that last part,” you tease, only half-joking, “but, yeah. I would love to play with you guys.”

“Awesome.” Eddie’s face lights up. “And maybe after, you and I can grab something to eat? Maybe catch a movie or somethin’?”

Before you can chicken out, you kiss his cheek. “It’s a date.”

The two of you walk back into the school, Eddie’s hand on the small of your back. “Oh, um, one more thing?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you change into that skirt?”

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#trope or treat #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #smut #eddie munson angst

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you get paired with Eddie Munson for your ceramics final.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 cheerleader!reader 𖦹 eddie calls reader "princess" and "sweet thing" 𖦹 angst for one microsecond 𖦹 closest thing you will get to enemies to lovers from me 𖦹 jason carver. you have been warned 𖦹 im sorry if your name is allie 𖦹 im in love with this fic 𖦹 i actually love the way this came out 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊ0ˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 3.2k

You hear someone shout. Something about "sheep," and you immediately know who it is. Still, you turn your head to see the person staring at you.

"Oh," He scoffs, "And their leader stares directly at me! Hey, princess! Was there something you needed? Or were you just staring at the freak again?"

You don't answer, turning back to your lunch.

"Yep, that's what I thought!" He yells.

Then, Carver stands up, "Leave her alone!" He yells.

Eddie smirks, "Princess needs her knight in shining armor to save her?" He mockingly croons.

Ignoring Eddie, you look to Carver, "Jason, just—" You take a deep breath, "Just sit down. Leave him alone."

Jason scoffs, "He's picking on you, babe."

"First, don't call me babe. You hear me?" Jason nods, "Second, sit down."

For once in his life, Jason listens.

Eddie smiles in victory, knowing he got you riled up. Even happier knowing Carver got told off.

You walked into fourth period late and sighed upon seeing the only open seat. Silently, you sit next to him. You hear him groan, and you don't need to look to know he's rolling his eyes.

The teacher drones on about the subject, and Eddie watches as you diligently take notes. Your pen's ink is sparkly and blue; he internally scoffs. 

The teacher mentions the words: "Final project." Eddie sighs, and you light up. He despises how happy you look.

Ms. Ronette mentions that this will be a partner project, and this time, you groan. None of your friends are in this class.

Then, she says that you will be working with your seat partner. There's an eruption of both glee and gloom. Some people are indifferent. You're hoping that's how Eddie feels, but you know he's pissed. You and Eddie look at each other, and you offer a hopeful smile. He scowls in return.

As soon as the bell rings, Eddie is out the door. You chase after him.

"Eddie! Wait!" He stops, and you catch your breath, "You would think all that cheering would make it easier for me to breathe after running for five seconds," You laugh. Eddie does not, "Just... get on with it."

You frown, "When should we meet to work on the project? I'm free today after five." You offer.

"I have Hellfire," He keeps walking.

Taking long strides to keep up with him, you continued, "I can wait. How long does it usually run?"

"'Till six, if we're lucky."

"Oh, well, I can sit in." You suggest with a smile, "It doesn't sound all that bad."

He hates how genuine you sound.

"Fine. But," Eddie stops to turn at you, "Absolutely no mocking or making fun of it. Understand?"

You nod.

"Sorry that you have to spend time with the freak," One of the girls on the team says in the locker room.

You shrug, "Y'know, maybe you should give him a chance. He doesn't seem horrible."

"I hear he sacrifices to the Devil." She whispers.

"Oh, I think that's just rumors," You deny the accusation thrown at him. You never liked rumors.

Walking into Hellfire was scary. You weren't sure what to expect, and Allie definitely got into your head with the whole sacrificing thing. She even told you he might lure you into a trap and sacrifice you. You didn't believe it rationally. But, your heart beats as you knock.

"Enter." You hear Eddie say. He's sitting on a throne and looks so in his element.

Nobody greets you, and you weren't expecting them to. Still, it would have been nice.

You pull out your notebook and begin sketching your final project.

Eventually, you give up on the sketch to listen in on the game. It's pretty interesting. There are trolls and elves, and you hear the word merfolk at one point. That piques your interest, and you begin drawing a mermaid. She's demonic and cryptic and freaky, and you smile. She's beautiful.

Everyone's packing up, and you're glad. All you want to do is work on your project.

"We can go to my house?" You propose.

"I smell like weed."

"And?"

He tries to hide his smirk—it doesn't work.

Once you're at your house, you grab your basket of albums.

"Pick one," You smile.

"What do you even have in there? Pop music?"

You shrug, "I think I'll surprise you."

"What, you have one Bowie album in there? Think that'll impress me?"

Why was he being so difficult?

"I'm just trying to put on some music to make this more bearable."

He scoffs, "Fine. Give it to me." 

You hand him the basket, and he's surprisingly careful with it.

His eyebrows raise as he flicks through your collection, "Kill 'Em All?"

You smile. You surprised Eddie Munson.

With the music playing, you pull out your textbook.

"Who do you want to study?"

"I don't care." He shrugs.

"Look, Munson," You cross your arms, "I care about my grade in this class. I know you probably don't, but I do."

"Of course, everything is about you," He copies your movements, crossing his arms back, "I'll have you know, I immensely enjoy pottery."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence falls over the two of you.

"Let's go with Beatrice Wood." He murmurs.

"That's who I was thinking, actually," You whisper, pulling out your sketch.

"Guess we have something in common." He snorts like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Guess we do."

And with that, you set out on your research.

"It's getting late," You yawn, "Did you want dinner?"

Eddie wants to say no but also doesn't want box mac n cheese again. Ultimately, his guilt wins, "Nah, don't worry about it."

"Nonsense," You dismiss him, "I'll make something."

"Are you sure?" He's growing anxious by the second.

"I'm positive," You reassure.

"You live in a trailer, right?" You ask, blowing on your food.

He nods, "What about it?"

You can tell his defenses are up.

"Just wondering," You shrug.

"You gonna tell all your friends? Make fun of the trailer park freak?"

You furrow your brows, "No. I don't enjoy making fun of people, and I certainly wouldn't make fun of you. If anything, I would make fun of Allie." You state.

"Why? I'm, like, prime 'picking-on' material."

You shake your head, "It's not nice to make fun of someone for where they live or what they do for fun. Allie is the worst if I'm being honest. She's always talking about how much she loves tennis. She's not even good at it."

Eddie laughs, "Didn't you just say it's not nice to make fun of someone's hobbies?"

You smile sheepishly, "Yeah, but Allie's a bitch."

Eddie gawps, "I've never heard you swear."

"I don't do it often," You shrug.

"You should do it more."

Eddie leaves, and you tell him to drive home safely. Maybe working on this project won't be as bad as you thought.

"How was working with Munson?" Allie asks you the next day.

You roll your eyes, "You were right!" Your smile was saccharine sweet, "He tried to sacrifice me!"

Allie gasps, "Really!?"

"No, idiot," You huff, "We actually got a lot done. And then we had dinner."

"Who'd you have dinner with?"

"Carver." You greeted.

"Tell me you didn't have dinner with the freak. What did you eat?" He laughs, "Box mac and cheese?"

You cross your arms, "It's not nice to make fun of people, Jason." With that, you walked away.

"Imagine being named Jason," You murmur, sitting beside Eddie. He laughs, and a sense of pride settles in you.

"Imagine your last name being Carver," He whispers. You giggle, and Eddie is sure it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. Then, he remembers he's supposed to hate you.

"So..." You're elbows deep in clay at this point, "What exactly is 'Dungeons and Dragons?'"

Eddie is surprised, "Um," He swallows the lump in his throat, "It's an RPG."

"I—" You sigh as your pot collapses again, "I'm not sure what that is." You throw the clay again.

"Role-playing game. I'm the Dungeon Master or DM."

"So you're character is... Dungeon Master?"

He smiles, "Not quite."

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you, princess. Promise."

"Stop calling me that," You whisper, though you're smiling.

"Why? You're the princess of Hawkins High."

"No, I'm not."

"Mhm," He nods theatrically, "Sure."

It makes you laugh, and you don't care about the stares you receive from your peers.

"So... You wanna come to my place to work on the project?" Eddie asks at the end of the period.

"Can you drive me?" You ask, hopefully.

"Sure can, princess."

You try to disguise your smile as a scowl at the name. Eddie can see right through you.

"Lots of mugs..." You say, looking around Eddie's trailer.

"My Uncle Wayne's." He answers. "Anyway, this was to my room!" He declares like he's on a journey. You giggle, and Eddie melts again.

Eddie's giddy. He always is when he's thinking about you. Your perfume and that lip gloss that's been used so much that the label has begun to rub off.

"I'm running out," You pout as you stare at the tube of gloss, and Eddie thinks he would buy you all the lip glosses in the world if it meant you would smile at him.

"Hey, shiny lips," You roll your eyes with a smile, "Time to work on this project."

You groan and clutch your chest like you've been mortally wounded. Eddie laughs at your antics.

You settle on his bed, books out, when he asks, "Am I what they chalk me up to be? Have I freaked you out?"

You swear there's almost a sadness in his tone, "No. You haven't tried sacrificing me."

"Yet." He adds, knowing it will make you giggle again. God, he loves that sound. He decides it's the worst thing on the planet because how can you be so lovely and sweet and laugh like that and then expect him not to fall for you? It's cruel, truly.

"Did you draw this?" He nudges the drawing of the mermaid.

"Oh, yeah," You grow warm.

"It's pretty fucking sick," Eddie says as he pulls the drawing out.

"I drew it when you were playing Dungeons and Dragons. Someone said something about merfolk, so I drew one." You shrugged, "It's not that good—"

"Oh, shut up. It's good. Amazing, even."

"You don't have to lie," You murmur.

"I'm not lying! How do I prove that to you?"

You think momentarily, "Hang it on your wall, then I'll believe you."

Eddie smiles and grabs a pin. He hangs it next to his guitar.

You gawp at him.

"What?"

"You actually hung it!"

"Of course I did! It's amazing!"

"Thank you." 

"Don't mention it, princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Eddie," You cross your arms.

"Stop being a princess, and I'll stop calling you princess." He jests.

You find yourself not wanting to leave, "So..." You look around his room, "You sell?"

Eddie huffs a laugh, "Did the princess wanna buy something?"

Your eyes go wide, "No! No, I was just wondering."

"Have you ever smoked weed?"

You nod, "I like smoking. It makes me laugh a lot."

And then, Eddie decides he needs to get you high.

"You wanna smoke?"

"I don't have any money," You shake your head.

"C'mon, it's on me. I've got my own stash," He opens a drawer and pulls out a pre-rolled joint.

You couldn't stop laughing, and Eddie adored it. Your eyes got smaller while the slopes of your cheeks grew. He was sure he was in the presence of an angel.

"And then," You laughed, "She vomited! All over her white clothes!"

"You really do hate this Allie girl, don't you?"

You throw your head back and groan, "She's the worst, Munson. All she does is talk and talk and talk about how much she loves tennis and her boyfriend, and her voice is so nasally. It gives me a migraine."

"Who's her boyfriend?" Eddie asks, intrigued.

"Just... a guy."

"Oh!" He snaps, "It's Gonzalez, right? Michael?"

"Yeah. Can we talk about something else?"

Eddie was quiet, and you were worried you scared him off with your strong reaction.

"Let's talk about Beatrice Wood."

You smiled kindly, glad he didn't pry. You received a smile back from Eddie Munson for the first time, and it felt like you won the lottery.

Eddie decided he hated you. He hated you and your cute face and your stupid laugh. He despised you. You freaky-art-making bubbly cheerleader.

And there he was. Nothing more than an anomaly who reeked of weed and cigarettes. A nerd-game-playing, grumpy freak.

And the worst part? He was falling for you. Hard. Oh, he loathed you because he knew you would never feel the same way.

You were too good for him. Too pretty, too nice, too lovely.

"You weren't here yesterday," You grab some slip with a frown as Eddie sits across from you. 

"Yeah... I was at home."

"I saw you during passing period, Eddie. Where were you?"

Eddie sighed, "I was dealing."

"The whole period?" You threw your slab a little too hard. Eddie flinched.

"Yeah."

You solemnly nodded. There had to be some reason Eddie ditched. Maybe it was you. His whole M.O. was "hating cheerleaders," so would it be that ridiculous to assume he didn't like you? It would, you decided. He liked you. He spent so much time with you. Sure, it was to work on the project, but there was no doubt in your mind that you spent more time together than anyone should during a research project. 

"Whatcha thinking about, princess?" He smirks.

You sigh, "Things I shouldn't be thinking about."

"Like... me?" He hopes he doesn't come off as desperate.

"Maybe," You smile, "Maybe not."

"That wasn't a no."

"It certainly wasn't," You confirm.

Eddie beams.

"You've been spending a lot of time with the freak," Jason says during lunch.

"His name is Eddie, Carver. He's a person." You cross your arms, then mutter: "Unlike you."

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"Nothing, Jason," You glare at him.

"Look," He barks out a humorless laugh, "I don't get why you jump to defend him. He's a freak. He's probably got a sock at home with your name on it. He's not good for you."

And that's when you snap, "Oh, like you know what's good for me! Do you even know my favorite color? Because I'm sure he does!"

Carver has nothing to say to that, and he leaves you alone.

"I am so sick of Carver," You moan in the locker room.

"So am I, if I'm being honest," Allie concurs.

"I literally was not talking to you, Allie." You huff out.

"Jeez," She murmurs, "No need to be so rude."

"Actually, Allie," You turn to her, "There is."

You walk into the drama room, and Eddie greets you. He makes everyone else welcome you. It's a nice feeling that makes you warm inside.

"Sorry it ran late, princess," Eddie apologizes as you sit in his van.

"It's okay," You reassure, "I drew some more."

Eddie nearly slams on the breaks, "You did?"

"I did," You gleam like the star you are.

"Can't wait to see them."

"Sweet thing, these are amazing." Eddie isn't smiling, and it would worry you if not for his tone. He's so sincere, and you melt. "What if you draw something for me?" He proposes.

"I will," You promise, "After we work."

"Take as much time as you need, princess."

You don't understand why everyone seems to despise him. Eddie's a good kid with a kind heart, and you really enjoy him and his company. He's funny and stupid and cute. Yes, Eddie Munson is cute, attractive, pretty, whatever word you want. And you're surprised you didn't notice it sooner, but as he sits on his bed, tongue poking out ever so slightly as he reads, you can't deny how attracted you are to him.

"Allie keeps talking about Michael," You mention. It was out of nowhere. You were both silently writing. Eddie looks up at you, and you look... wounded. 

"Yeah? What about him?"

You huff, "About how he's so great."

Eddie frowns, "Look, sweet thing, I know you don't like Allie, but why are you so upset she's with Michael?"

You look like you're about to burst into tears, and Eddie is scared he's said the wrong thing.

"Because I should be with him." You put and cross your arms.

"You like Michael?" Eddie is surprised because Gonzalez is a douchebag, and you're a sweet angel.

"Not anymore," You harshly wipe at your eyes, "We used to date."

Eddie's heart frowns, "And Allie...?"

"Took him from me!" You sniffle; Eddie's heart breaks.

"I sound childish," You determine, trying to blink back the onslaught of tears approaching, "But she just took him, and she doesn't even care about how I felt. Y'know she told me you were going to lure me and sacrifice me? How cruel is that?"

"That's... wow. Allie really is a bitch, isn't she?"

You solemnly nod as Eddie wraps his arm around you. You soften into it.

"For what it's worth, Michael's an idiot." He mutters into your hair.

"An idiot?" you look up at him, eyes all big and watery.

"An idiot to lose a girl like you."

"Can I kiss you?" You realize after you've said it that you sound lame, but as Eddie ducks down to place his lips on yours, you couldn't care less.

You dial your home's number into the phone, twisting the cord around your finger, kiss-bitten lips, and a wide grin.

The phone rings once, twice, three times, then your mother answers.

"Y/l residence."

"Mom," You all but gush, "I'm gonna stay over at a friend's tonight."

"Y/n? Who?" 

"My friend Eddie," You're quiet, testing the waters.

"Eddie?" You can hear the apprehension in her voice, "A boy?"

"Yes, mom. A boy."

"Honey," She sighs, "You need to wash your uniform. I trust you, but..."

"But?"

"I don't want you staying over at his house. I don't even know him."

You shake your head at an excited Eddie, whose mood sours.

"Okay. I'll see you in a little." You sigh, hanging up.

"No dice?" Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

"No dice." You confirm, and you both frown.

"Bye, princess," Eddie says as you open the door to the van

"Bye, Eddie," You smile, happy with the outcome of your study sesh.

You scream into your pillow that night, murmuring: "I kissed him." Over and over, still shocked.

"I forgot to give this to you yesterday," You push a piece of folded paper toward Eddie.

"What is it?"

"Just... open the paper."

You've drawn a cute bunny. Eddie smiles, "For me?"

"For you."

"This is so metal, babe."

You laugh, "Are you sure about that? It's a bunny."

"Most metal thing ever." He affirms.

The next day after class, Eddie shows you a tattoo of a small bunny on his arm, right next to the bats.

"You—" You point at his arm, "You got it tattooed?"

"'Course I did, sweet thing. Most metal thing ever, remember?"

You stumble into the cafeteria with Eddie.

"Oh my god!" You laugh, and all eyes are on you. You, the princess of Hawkins High, are laughing—not at, but with Eddie Munson. 

Eddie Munson, the school freak.

"I cannot believe you got it tattooed."

"Believe it, babe."

And, for the first time, you walk right past the "popular kids" table. You sit next to Eddie, unbothered.

thank you for reading, lovely ₊˚.༄

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[ostrichmonkey-games]

OC Incubators: TTRPG Design for Making Cool Little Guys

I've been thinking a lot about why some people like to play Certain Games and how that intersects with action figure style play and the desire to make your own little blorbos.

What is it about Certain Games (which will not be named so I don't go down a rabbit-hole of breaking apart that game's design lmao) that really gets people's sitting down and just making a whole bunch of cool OCs? You know, your zany wizards, sexy demony bards, and all of that.

So, I've talked a lot about this with some people (shoutout to @temporalhiccup), and I'm not the only person to be thinking on similar wavelengths (check out this fun read by @sprintingowl), and in those discussions and in that reading, I've put together a few what I think are Key Ingredients for making ttrpg that is also an OC incubator. At least, in the sense of how I would want to do it.

So first, what is an OC Incubator? My definition is basically any sort of semi-sandbox/open ended game where you make your own cool character and then go do cool things. Along the way of doing those cool things, you come up with cool stories and have your OC evolve in even more cool ways. Cool, yeah?

Here are the key ingredients I've identified for the incubator stew (store bought is fine);

Character Options

Character Potential

An Inviting Sandbox

So let's break these down a bit more below;

Character Options

Character options is the most straightforward of the points. You need interesting and fun options - building blocks - for the players to craft their little guys from. Options that are exciting and easily communicate their core identity quickly.

A lot of this is walking a fine balance of providing enough options that making a choice is exciting, but not too many so as to be overwhelming.

But ultimately, these options are there to hit the dollmaker, picrew, character customization screen, itch. It should be fun to make all those decisions.

Aside: I gotta do more stuff with lifepath systems.

Of all the main ingredients to our incubator, character options are probably the easiest to come up.

Character Potential

This is where things start to get a little more complicated. Potential is all about aspiration. It's less about being able to get to that point, but more about "oh wow, look at all these extra things my cool OC could do".

These options are something to look forward to, something to think about. Neat cool extra doodads for making your cool little oc even cooler and expand on your cool little oc's story like milestones and growth.

In a lot of ways, these sorts of options are just an iteration of the initial character options you use when making your character. These are probably going to expand on core elements of the character options (class or playbook abilities, etc).

Again, the key point is potential and aspiration. To make you think about the future of the character.

I think, ideally, a game is intrinsically rewarding to play. You play it because its fun, not to get some sort of external reward. Play to play. But it also can be fun to put some carrots on the stick.\

As a treat.

Inviting Sandbox

The setting and premise of the game needs to invite players in. It's the big fancy dollhouse for all your cool toys. There needs to be space to play in it, but also there needs to be something to still play in! Some games are operating at an advantage: with well established settings that have been around for years and/or using a setting that utilizes tropes and ideas that also have been established for years. You know. Elves and stuff.

But! You absolutely do not need a well established setting or play with well established tropes to make an inviting sandbox! The main criteria is that it is inviting. Whatever that means to you, go for it. For me, an inviting setting, one that would make me want to play around in, needs;

Enough foundation to guide the play. What are the major players and assumptions of the settings? Give me the overview and broad strokes first!

Enough space for the table to add to while they play in. If every thing is set in stone, then what are we playing in this sandbox for? You need some sand to sculpt! Put some sand in your sandbox!

I could spend a lot more time talking about settings, sandboxes, and how it all circles back to anti-canon, but that's a story for another post.

Mixing It All Together

So, with those ingredients identified, how do you go about layering them all together? How should they interact with each other? And the easy answer is "I don't know, figure it out."

But also, I don't entirely know. You gotta figure that out for yourself. That's part of the design process. I don't think there's one singular way to "design" around getting people to have fun whipping together some cool OCs and then playing around with them together. In many senses, you can do that in practically any game. But for some of my current projects, I want to try keeping the three ingredients in mind as I write the games (particularly Furry Crime Game), and see what happens. Maybe it'll end up hitting the notes I want it to - crafting a game that makes the players constantly rotate their cool little guys in their mind - maybe it'll end up being something else. I dunno, real Ms. Frizzle hours: Get messy, make mistakes.

Also, as I'm writing this out now, I think a potential fourth ingredient to try mixing into the stew is Player Investment. Time, creativity, emotional. It all feeds into the character and different games expect different levels of investment. Something to probably keep in mind while you hone your game.

I don't know how else to end this, except to say that I'm excited to experiment in this space. Maybe you are too?

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #ttrpg design #could probably spend more time on this #but done is better than perpetually a draft

[rabbivole]

my graphics professor is telling us to find groups for the self-directed final project, which is fairly open-ended; he suggests either some kind of informational video about a topic or a small interactive unity thing

i know what i want to do, which is a small proof-of-concept for a photography game ala interior worlds, umurangi generation, etc. this feels relatively attainable and would also demonstrate some unity/3d graphics concepts; a zoom on a camera is just a fragment shader, and you can do other fun photo filters/effects with convolutions and shit. i originally wanted to do this in VR when it was an idea i had for the VR class. having to hold your controllers in front of your face like you're taking a picture would be cute and i think i know how to implement that. however i'd have to borrow a quest from the department and uuuuggghh who has the energy (plus i'd have to look the hardware guy in the eye again after he saw me at my lowest point in the VR class)

however this has to be a group project. i know absolutely nobody; i haven't even been going to the QA sessions. he made a google doc where we can either pitch our idea for other people to potentially sign up for, or put our name down for an existing team and idea. and i am completely paralyzed by this. i talked to one girl in office hours who was cool and she's in a group that has an empty slot but i feel like a weirdo just. putting my name down. even though that's what i'm ostensibly supposed to do

i guess i could just slam my dick on the table and put my name down alone with 'i want to make a weird unity photography game' and be That Guy. the professor's going to auto-combine underfull groups anyway. somebody already put down that they want to make a groundhog day-esque game with horror/surrealism/nostalgia elements so i guess i'm at least not the only That Guy. i'm fine with anything as long as i don't have to make a fucking explainer video about nfts

#making me do group work with people i don't know already fills me with despair #making me do group work that is self-directed and creative with people i don't know makes me chew my own arms off #this is my saw trap

[thewertsearch]

Ask Compilation 08/08

He codes exclusively in B++!

The mental image of a software pirate who physically raids people’s houses for their data is pretty great.

Prince sounds like a ‘leader’ or ‘controller’ class. I hope it allows me to change Homestuck’s time rules, because I have ideas.

In other words, if we do get nine new characters, as I theorized a few months ago, the new Pesterchum letter will probably be U.

I did miss the Karkat-carcinogen thing. I forgot that was his original theme, since he has a lot more going on now than just his ‘cancerous’ personality.

You guys said these ship names were good, and you're delivering.

That's a good point. I haven't really played any point-and-click games myself. I guess Professor Layton and Phoenix Wright both have point-and-click elements, but they fit more neatly into other genres.

I didn’t think the point-and-click genre had any analogue to RPG classes, but it is a lens that I haven’t really viewed Homestuck through up to now, since, like I said, I haven’t played any. Totally open to anyone else weighing in, though!

I'll put it on the list!

I might need to compile an actual recs list for the blog at some point, because I’ve got a good few by now.

It’s a very Felt-themed thought experiment. they’d probably love it, and so do I.

It’s definitely possible to simulate simple time-loops, and extrapolate them to more complex scenarios. The problems kick in, like you said, when you try to factor in human choice, or ‘free will’.

If Tavros had a human name, it absolutely would be Martin. Kind of fits him perfectly, don’t you think?

Looking back at the pre-Hivebent troll appearances, this does indeed seem to be the case! Plus, I noticed one thing I hadn’t picked up on before:

An Act 4 cameo from AG!

Lusi works for me. I don't know any Latin, and since there’s no canon answer, I’m just going for whatever feels right.

Dangit, you're right. I was saying Meg-ee-do in my head, but just typed it wrong.

The narration called it inelegant, but Sollux’s name for the game works on multiple levels. Elegance ain’t everything!

Plus, it seems to be fully functional. I wonder the Alternian Exiles aren’t as far in their planet’s future as the Earth Exiles?

I personally doubt that a session would abide two identical Titles. They’re surely different - and maybe my Title, as a liveblogger, is different as well...

To make an 'alien' race, they don't remove this photoshopping, of course. They just layer a second bad photoshopping onto the horns, to clumsily erase them.

We’ll wait till I’m finished the liveblog, and see what state the game’s in then. This blog ain’t going anywhere for at least another year, so maybe we’ll see some movement.

Aradia's - specifically, the ones in her main sprite. Its just a cool spiral pattern!

Right? I had a minor revelation in the tags shortly after I posted that.

AG is Troll Captain Hook, it's definitely on purpose, and now that her relationship to Tavros has come to light, it’s starting to make more sense.

Guys, these puns are killing me. You're killing your liveblogger, guys.  

I’ve played a lot of tabletop RPGs, and it does seem like I let it seep into my admittedly tenuous understanding of LARPing. I did know it was live, but I was under the impression that you were still acting as a party in a campaign, working collaboratively.

I guess I didn’t think about who’d be playing your enemies. They can’t all be played by the DM unless she can mind-control people so I should have guessed it’d be party-vs-party - or augmented reality, which is what we got.

Quitting my job to make the crOSby a reality.

Yeah, some of them aren’t exact matches. Maybe the color balance on this image was changed, at some point - or maybe these colors represent the ‘default’ blood for their caste, and each individual troll has different minor variations in their blood.

I've played once or twice. It's fun, and I’d love to get better, but the meta is so complex that I wouldn’t really know where to start!

Discard and Draw, though, is a kind of obscure TvTrope. I like the trope, but I like the phrase even more. It really encapsulates a lot of ideas, and I like the sense of change it evokes.

Hell yes! Enjoy the ride!

Wow, that's getting close to that one Super Smash Bros fanfic. I thought Homestuck itself would be longer than any of its fanworks, but I, as always, underestimate fanworks.

For what it's worth, I'm increasingly confident we have got to Vriska -  just not officially. Who else is going to do it like AG?

Oh, that makes sense. I wonder if this implies my trollsona is yellow-brown colourblind?

The list I was working from didn’t have many meaningfully different options for Leo - most of them were just variations of ‘Lion’, and most of them were less than six letters. I saw the Finnish ‘Leijona‘, liked the look of it, and cut off the last letter. Voilà - we have our catgirl!

Don’t worry, true Derséheads will always find each other. It's like those Jojo things.

Gotta practice character voice while I can. The 1.8 million word Sahlee fic will drop one day, whether y’all like it or not.

Yup. Like with the humans, they often act like they’re older or smarter than adolescents, but that’s just Homestuck’s writing style. They’re just kids, which makes Alternia’s culture so much worse.

[ I never had a kidsona actually 🤔 the trollsona may show up some day, Sal, you have full permission after I show you her xD - C]

We shall have to see what happens, once Sahlee gets to her Land...

I’d say the resemblance is vague enough to be a coincidence - and it probably is - but you never know for sure, when your author is a CS major.

NAND gates always output 1, unless both of their inputs are 1. Thematically, that’s kind of similar to Sollux’s dual-universe deadlock virus, but if we pull that up again I’ll be here all day.

We’ve talked a lot about what Homestuck categories I’d fall into, but we’ve just locked in the most important one of all: my fursona.

Silly rules like this really give Homestuck a distinct identity - just like the trolls’ silly quirks do the same for them.

Also - a couple replies from a few weeks ago that I thought I posted, but it seems were eaten by tumblr:

Yeah Davesprite says he’s supposed to be vague, so it’s definitely intentional on the part of Sburb, and not just when your sprite is a capricious jester. The implied reason is that solving Sburb’s riddles yourself is part of the game’s challenge.

It could serve multiple purposes, though. Vaugeness about Titles, specifically, could be so the Players can make their own judgements about what their Title means.

This mythology is ‘hyper-flexible’, and Players decide what form their enemies take - so maybe they also decide what form their Titles take, too. Maybe what the game is ‘tailoring’ itself to, here, is the Players’ own interpretations of its lore.

That's a good point - and Jade lives in a big empty island, so she has more Space than any of the other Players! That’s the sort of thing that may or may not be deliberate.

She still hasn't displayed any Space powers, though, of any flavor. Jade - who spent years as a pseudo-Seer - certainly seems to have a funny relationship with her Title.

That's true - although their Trollian handles, plus the spectrum of their colors, are arranged in the correct zodiac order, so there must be some in-universe meaning to it.

I'm pretty sure the purples are the highest of all. Plus, AG is apparently 'aristocracy', and, more intriguingly, Karkat is seen as ‘gutter blood’, despite his anonymity. The plot thickens.

Yup, GA is as Jadelike as they come. Maybe the game always assigns a Player as the Frog Temple’s custodian - which makes me wonder if GA has her own Bec, too. He’s still a huge question mark.  

Absolutely locked in as my headcanon.

#asks #full liveblog #act 5 #edit: YES it actually posted this time. thank you tumblr gods. #edit 2: edits only work sometimes. i think this post is legitimately too long for tumblr to handle

[sycamorre]

You know I gotta get my girl Ledo! Also Wisteria, please. I barely know her, but I love her already.

[send me a character]

Another long one!

Ledo —

Favorite thing about them: It's a hard tie between her design elements and her passion for what she cares about. I love how her design has come out, in part because of how long I've picked away at her over the years waiting for a chance to play her, and how everything fell into place with the campaign's setup, but I also love how passionate she is about things: her work, her goals, and even her problems. Coming off of playing Oriana, who has a tendency to downplay a lot of her emotions due to her anxiety, it's been a good change of pace. Ledo is pretty calm most of the time but won't hesitate to say what's on her mind if she thinks it's important.

Least favorite thing about them: She's really hard to pinpoint morally/alignment-wise. I've settled on lawful neutral, but she flip flops between wanting to actually do some good and not caring about others at all and it's one of those things that will probably either go one way or another as her story develops, but for right now is just hard to feel out without regularly writing or playing her.

Favorite line: "If the universe wanted us gone so bad, it should have done a better job at killing us." for a specific line. But I'll echo your sentiments about their little campfire talk. I had never gotten a chance to show Ledo angry and when a little bit slipped with her "I am no damn pirate," comment, that was satisfying.

brOTP: Already adoring the vibes between Ledo and Char, they get shit done. But honestly I can't wait to see where the relationships with the other characters go, too. Especially Celeste once they get to really talk about Twalan one on one and maybe even Foaly at some point if they ever get to swapping war/battle stories.

OTP: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) You've seen him. I've only let his name slip once, but you've seen him on this here blog. That's all you get.

nOTP: You've also seen him but do not yet know his name. There's a lot of people in the world she would sell to satan for a corn chip, but she would pay for Satan to take this fellow.

Random Headcanon: In-character, her steel guardian Drache is based on a drake for one primary reason: a joke between her and her father. One day he asked her what she might want as a pet, and she said a dragon. She eventually learned that this was not possible, but the family in-joke remained. Out of character, the reason he's a drake is because I didn't want him to be a dog or a bear, and nothing else felt right. I originally was going to make her an armorer or artillerist artificer and she was gonna have a small monkey automaton, but after reviewing the sub-classes and realizing neither of those actually felt right and battle smith felt like the most useful sub-class, that automaton eventually morphed into Drache.

Unpopular Opinion: I doubt this technically counts, but I honestly think looking back that Ledo would have been better as a Pathfinder character. The inventor class is perfect, and I very well might replay her one day if I do ever get to join a Pathfinder campaign. But she feels like she fits well into the current party so I don't dwell on it too much.

Song I associate with them: OH boy. Currently her main song is "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra, but specifically this cover by Annapantsu for thematic reasons. "Runaway" by AURORA was her main theme before that. I have... a very long playlist for her I am still fine-tuning.

Favorite picture of them: I still think this is the best headshot I've done of her, even if I need to update the horns:

Wisteria —

Favorite thing about them: She's just fun! Half of my enjoyment when it comes to thinking about Wisteria is considering the fun things like what she might wear, how her spells might appear since she's a dancing-based bard, or what kind of shenanigans she might get into.

Least favorite thing about them: Intelligence is absolutely her dump stat and hoo boy is that gonna be hard to get used to if I ever do get to play her in some kind of game. She also has no sense of personal space and is the worst kind of nosy.

Favorite line: We'll come back to this one day. One day...

brOTP: Her little eladrin bard gang back home. The tightest clique of court ladies and performers the fey have ever seen.

OTP: This gal's not looking to settle down or just pick one... but I could be convinced if the right opportunity presented itself.

nOTP: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Random Headcanon: Since Eladrin can change their "season" willingly, back in the Feywild she would do it on a whim or based on which court she was performing in, but she heavily preferred spring since that is the court she originates from. However, once she enters the material plane and the idea of the courts is no longer looming over her, her "season" tends to change depending on her overall mood for a while, at least until she starts understanding that seasons in this plane are a set timespan and then she starts adhering to that a bit more as she settles.

Unpopular Opinion: Probably gonna need to actually play her some to get an idea for what this might be.

Song I associate with them: A bit of a cop out if I'm being honest because I haven't worked on her playlist yet, but "The Willow Maid" or "Round and Round" by Erutan because they feel like songs she would perform to

Favorite picture of them: She's ready for mischief and other nonsense

#soartfullydone #dnd!ledo #dnd!wisteria

[nethskelie]

12. Pearl II

(n) things that are known or proved to be true

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trigger warnings: swearing, food, mention of lung disease, mention of a fight, they are the best duo in town, tell me if you see more

word count: 2759

a.n.: I was too tired the other day when I posted the chapter 11 and I forgot to link it to the previous chapter, as well as putting it on the masterlist, but it's fixed now!

a.n.2: the chapter is not proof read, and there might be some elements lost in translation. Don't hesitate to tell me if you notice mistakes so I could correct them :]

Enjoy!

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The afternoon started out great: you had no more classes to catch up on, the only homework left was the Hwan project you had to work on with your teammates, and your roommate wasn’t in the dorm for the day, which was perfect for a peaceful study session. Your music has just the vibe you were looking for to work and you were absolutely into the subject you were looking through.

However, your plans changed the second you heard the special notification sound you put on your discussion with Jungkook. You took your phone and smiled at his text asking if he could come annoy you and you couldn’t say no to him.

To say you were glad he came back in your life was an understatement; seeing him at your parents after so long made you realize how much you were craving for someone you could hangout with like nothing were wrong with you. Because, as much as you love your roommate, you didn’t do much together outside of these walls.

To you, Jungkook was the best person that could take this place. The best friend’s younger sibling turning into a brother for you and the best friend itself.

You two have been hanging out for around a month already and you could say it was the greatest month you had in a while. From time to time, Jungkook and you would eat together during lunch break, or he would come at your dorm for a movie n’ pizza night, and you even spent an afternoon at your aunt’s with him – your aunt being very much thrilled to see you having fun with someone about your age – video calling Junghyun.

Talking to him has been a tough time, you couldn’t deny it, but knowing everything was going well with his life afar helped you to turn the page you wanted to read over and over again like the first time. You fancied every of the paragraphs in this page, and you hold onto them for a long time but it was time to move forward.

A lot had been sorted out during this video call.

“I didn’t understand why you left at that time,” he confessed after you told him the whole story. “We were always together, so having to go through my days without you felt like hell.”

“I could hear Hyung crying himself to sleep every night for at least a week,” Jungkook started to laugh, to the great desperation of his brother who tried to defend himself.

Of course, you couldn’t help but laugh as well, yet felt guilty for being the cause of his tears. “I would give everything to go back in time and say proper goodbyes.”

His smile, even if you could only see it from the screen of Jungkook’s phone, was the sweetest. It always has been. “You couldn’t do anything about it, it’s okay Pearl.” You missed hearing this name coming from his lips. Pearl. He was the only one allowed to call you that way.

“I know, but I left you two like a thief, it doesn’t feel right.”

He shook his head, sighing. “And you shouldn’t live in the past like that, it’s not like you left forever! You have Jungkook-ah with you now, and I’ll make sure he takes good care of you, okay?”

You sighed in surrender and a smirk appeared on your lips. “You know I took your place as the favorite one? He told everyone, on Twitter!!” You started to tease him with your eyebrow when he started to scream, having Jungkook dying in laughter. “You owe me an album now.”

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Before Jungkook could arrive at your dorm, you made sure everything was alright to welcome him properly. You and your roommate weren’t messy but it was always better to be sure.

It wasn’t the first time he would meet you almost unannounced, but these unexpected moments you spent together were the bests. You would talk about everything and nothing, or wouldn’t talk at all, you would laugh at loud, sometimes cry, silently admire each other, but most of all share glimpses of life you would never forget.

It didn’t take him long to actually be at your dorm, after all you didn’t live too far from each other on the campus. You opened the door to a happy Jungkook holding two bags of takeout food, claiming there weren’t a specific time to eat bibimbap.

“How am I supposed to stay healthy when you literally make me at unconventional times every week?” you jokily complained while he made his way inside your dorm.

He let the food on the kitchen table so he could hug tightly you as soon as his hands were free from the bags. “I know you don’t mind, Noona, I wouldn’t bring some otherwise.”

“Tch, as if you don’t force me.” You could have sounded convincing if you weren’t hugging him back and if Jungkook didn’t knew you. It didn’t take him long to be able to read you like an open book and find any sign of joke or discomfort in your way of talking and being, always making sure you were feeling at your best.

Letting go of you, you could finally see the mischief shining in his eyes and his proud smile, but you tried to keep a neutral face.

“Wanna eat now?” he enthusiastically asked.

Your non-verbal answer made him jump of excitement, taking out the food from the bags to place them on the coffee table. You both sat down on the sofa your roommate had to beg you to get, ready to make an overdose of bibimbap. After a few minutes of enjoying this marvelous dish, Jungkook asked if it was ok to put some background music while eating, which you agreed with a nod and a thumb up, mouth too full to answer.

His favorite playlist now playing on the speaker, he carefully sat back on the sofa and the vibes were just right.

 “This is so fucking good, god.” You commented, fully enjoying your meal and your friend’s company.

“Come on,” the latter started with a smirk, “just call me Jungkook.” You could only answer with a hopeless look followed by an eyeroll.

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Once the coffee table was clean, you shamelessly fell onto your couch, not wanting to move any more. Jungkook sat next to you, probably in the same state as you were due to all the food you managed to eat in a so short amount of time.

Your friend’s music seemed louder now that neither of you were eating nor saying anything, but it was peaceful. Without you realizing, your foot was following the rhythm of the song that was currently playing, unaware of the deep talk that was coming.

“Noona?”

“Hm?”

“Now that your condition is getting better,” he started slowly, “will you keep the cold persona to push people away?”

You slightly turned your head to look and him and shrugged. “I’m unsure.” You sighed. “I can’t risk letting them get hurt because of me.”

He locked his eyes with yours for a few seconds and continued. “Are you only protecting them?”

You straighten your position and bit your lip, now looking away. “I can’t help being selfish on this one, buddy. I can’t let myself get close to someone if they’re gonna leave me as soon as they learn I might collapse because of my disease.” You shifted again on your couch, this time to be able to see Jungkook without moving your head all the time.

“If people leave you behind after they know you’re sick, they never deserved you. It would be their loss” he stated with the most serious tone you ever heard him use. “But noona,” he continued with a softer voice, “you can’t push everyone away all the time or you’ll be the one losing the opportunity to have friends who won’t leave your side.”

He was right, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. “Come on, Kook, I’m already the black sheep at the campus,” you grunted, “people won’t hesitate to avoid me like the plague if the ever learn I’m sick.”

“And that would be their fault to be such idiot!” His sudden outburst surprised you and you only started at him, blinking slowly. “I mean, they already are idiots for spreading rumors and gossiping about you but you got the point…”

You keep staring for a moment before shrugging. “The rumors are funny and creatives, not gonna lie,” you silently laughed. “And who doesn’t like to gossip? Even I do that from time to time, you know?”

“Well, I don’t!” You weren’t used to see him so involved in such conversations, you didn’t know if it scared you or amused you at that point. He had his eyebrows frowned, lips pinched, and a will to prove a point. “I can’t stand it when my friends talk about you.”

“But…” you started off hesitantly, “aren’t you friend with Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon from some of my classes?” You waited for him to nod to continue. “It’s normal if they talk about me, we kinda spend time together every day.”

He sighed, bit his lower lip thoughtfully, then answered more calmly. “Yeah, I guess it is for them, but the other do that to and I don’t like it.” He stood up to go to the kitchen and you followed him with your eyes while he was getting two glasses of waters for the two of you. “Remember when I told you I fought with them, when we saw each other at your parent’s?” You nodded. “Well, they were talking about you in the group chat we have, after you went to the hospital for a week, and I guess it was one too many times and I snapped.”

He came back on the couch during his little speech, giving you one of the glasses he was holding.

You remembered well when he announced you that he fought with his friends, he didn’t tell you the reason back then and you didn’t ask him either: he was already feeling bad about it and you didn’t want to force him to tell you why. You also remembered how happy he looked when he told you more about them, the way he met Jimin and Taehyung in high school, why they already knew Jin and Hoseok, how thanks to these two they all met Namjoon and Yoongi and how cool it was having to spend time with the six of them in college. He told you the basics of their personalities and how fun they are to be around, and the way they were all caring for him. So, obviously, you were more than surprised to learn that you were the reason he had a fight with them.

“Oh” was all you could say for a moment, staying silent the time for your brain to process everything. “You didn’t have to, you know?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I mean, it’s not a big deal? And they’re your friends, I’m sure they don’t mean any bad.”

“Why would it be linked?”

“You wouldn’t be friend with bad people, I know you Jungkook.” You smiled at him. “And you told me you want me to meet them, so you believe things can go well between us disregarding the rumors and gossips.”

He took a sip of his glass of water, put it on the coffee table, then shrugged once he was back in the sofa. “You’re my family Noona, I want them to treat you well.”

You melt at the confession, putting your glass on the coffee table as well only to be able to hug him properly. “You’re gonna make me cry, buddy.” You could hear him giggle near your ear and your smile grew bigger. “You’re the best brother I could have asked for, you know that?”

“Of course I know,” he answered without a beat, which earned him a tickle in the ribs. He squealed and this sudden attack and you could help but laugh at his reaction. Before he could try to escape and throw you at the other end of the dorm, you went back to your initial place, trying to regulate your breathing.

You let the excitement and Jungkook’s threats die a little, taking a new sip of water before deciding to add more to the previous conversation. “You have great friends, don’t doubt that.” You were now looking at the ceiling, and he was looking at you. “From what I can see in class, Hoseok and Namjoon are great people.” You turned your head slightly to lock your eyes with his. “Plus, your wish for me to meet your friends is already part fulfil ‘cause, you know, I have a project to do with the two of them for one classe, which means I’ll obviously have to talk to them.”

You sent a text to Jungkook as soon as you learned who would be your teammate that day, happy and nervous at the same time to be with them for the project. He was as happy as you when he got the news.

He was now sitting sideways with his arm on the back of the sofa, a soft smile on his lips. “Are you sure it will be okay? I’m sorry for how Namjoon reacted.”

It would be a lie to say you didn’t know why Namjoon seemed so wary about you, or at least what you though could be the reason why he would act that way. You never wanted to hurt him, but you believed you did, seeing how his face broke down went he heard the news. And even though you were used to those kinds of reactions, to know it was your best friend’s friend who didn’t want to work with you sadden you. You needed to do something about it.

“Yeah, it will be easier now than two months ago, I guess? Thanks to you I improved a bit in talking to other people.” You winked at him with a smile on your face. “And don’t need to apologize, it was weird but it’s gonna be fine.”

“Does that mean you started to talk to people other than your roommate and me?” Jungkook hopefully asked you.

You sat up, scratching your arm, looking away. “About that…”

“Oh my god!” he excitedly shouted, leaning over you like a kid you just promised to buy ice cream for. “You have other friends! What happened to the ‘I don’t want to get close to anybody’ talk you pull earlier? Are you gonna replace me? Why didn’t you tell me about it before? You didn’t want me to know about it? How could you do that to me??”

“Please, Jungkook, breathe!!” you laughed once he finished all his questions. “It’s only one person and it’s through texts, you can calm down!”

His smile was so big and his eyes were so bright, his excitement for knowing you had a friend outside of him made you admire his existence until he started screaming again. “You have to tell me more, Noona!”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you but I can’t.” You saw the confusion on his face and continued before he could ask anything. “It hasn’t been long since we started to talk, and we didn’t share any information about ourselves. I mean, not that kind of information,” you corrected yourself. “It’s more about random texts to get through the day than anything else.”

His eyebrow frowned, he was staring at you like if he was trying to detect any lie in what you said, scanning your soul. You didn’t say anything, only looking at him until he switched back to his happy puppy self in a blink of an eye. “Okay!” he exclaimed, “I’ll believe you for this, but as soon as you have more you have to tell me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I will, don’t worry.”

The rest of the afternoon went on smoothly: you played video games together and you won most of them, tried to pick a movie for half an hour before throwing out the idea to actually watch one, and you listen to him talking about basketball while he was dancing his heart out on a random hip-pop playlist he found. In between, you got a message from your roommate saying he won’t be at the dorm that night either, and you shared another fact about Johannes Vermeer to your new friend.

You felt at home.

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When I tell you I love their relationship…

We are half through the story, I'm getting a bit emotional right now :')

Don't forget to drink water! It was Neth talking to you, take care :]

#bts #bts smau #bts fanfiction #kim seokjin #kim seokjin smau #kim seokjin fanfiction #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x yn #seokjin #seokjin smau #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin x reader #seokjin x yn #jin #jin smau #jin fanfiction #jin x reader #jin x yn

[scoobydoodean]

Curious since everytime i see your blog you place yourself as some sane anti bullying saint, what exactly is the point of sharing a post by someone solely complaining about who is reblogging their posts, i doubt the wincest tag was used ofcourse, they likely went and checked the blogs and are monitoring reblogs then had to make a declaration of how sick they are bcz someone rebogged the post. Is this not unfandom behaviour? If someone starts whining about interaction best thing to do is ignore ofcourse and they are entitled to say what they want and interact how they want (perhaps shouldn't run such a neutral public poll but whatevs) instead of provoking or sharing but anyways till this point what's your intent of haha so many wincest blogs on that post. Your entire blog is so reactionary as a dean stan and its fandom faction its just so weird to me how your entire stick is complaining about stans. But whatever. It just very much seems like an invitation to bully blogs for reblogging and existing.

Hi. I never intend to cast myself as an "anti bully saint". I try to be thoughtful about what I reblog and post, but I have absolutely come up short before, as we all do. I think we can all try to do better and be more thoughtful all of the time.

I make fun of stans, yes—including at times Dean stans and JA stans (who are very adjacent to my space). I find SPNblr and its many various little segments fascinating to explore in their depravity and complexity and everything. Sometimes SPNblr is hilarious, sometimes it's embarassing, sometimes it's toxic, sometimes it's utterly unhinged. I like to explore it with my telescope and my compass and my map. Regular old Dora the Explorer over here.

Speaking about all our various groups in general and certain elements in them (with no names, no identifying info) is very different from targeting individual specific people and their posts by screenshotting them to mock them behind a person's back in a circle, or sending people hate mail. Wincest shippers have received a lot of hate in the SPNblr space, but that does not make them a protected class who I am not allowed to talk about in a general sense when they Do Things™️. Among some wincest shippers, there is an extreme amount of cognitive dissonance about what exactly some of the other people in the space are like and a naive belief that conduct is always appropriate in that community, and that is simply not true.

All of that said, let me tell you what happened in the christ-figure bracket, because I was there, Gandalf—before OP erased the evidence of what was going on. OP made a single post expressing discomfort, which I thought was funny. I reblogged it because I thought it was funny. It seemed to me based on their tone, that OP was approaching the situation with humor. I may be wrong about that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ However, the reaction to what they said was over the top from some individuals. I think a lot of people didn't see what went on however because OP deleted it pretty fast, but I did see it because it was still there on my first reblog.

In the notes of that post, there were, in fact, several wincest shippers fucking with OP trying to get themselves blocked on purpose. There were 3-4 reblogs with gifs and/or text referencing wincest including something to the effect of, "I hope Sam got Dean to fuck him on Easter Sunday". These things were stated in an attempt to mock and upset the OP and bait a block. I reblogged the same post again talking to my friend in tags, and said, #prev#there were so many wincest shippers on that post when I reblogged it. OP blocked them all now. Pretty funny.#but also sorry op RIP inbox/notifs. When I said that, I did not mean wincest shippers just existing on the post and reblogging things and getting blocked for it. I meant some wincest shippers intentionally trying to upset the OP with what they were adding to the post. By that point, OP had blocked those accounts. Then someone sent OP some fanfiction. I'm not sure if that occurred on the previous post or was DM'd to them. This got Sam kicked out of the christ-figure poll entirely. This is both extremely funny to me, and also I think a deserved outcome for the people who were being Like That™️, who did happen to come from the wincest community.

#mail #wincest mention cw #incest mention cw #<-quoting something said in particular under the cut #fandom history #also: #hate mail #<- forgot to tag before for wank sorry

[nevermindirah]

🦋🎈📡 (and a kiss 😘)

Beijos para você! (I'm being so normal about not falling down a rabbit hole about tu vs você right now djksfjdasfjds)

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Are people gonna like it?? (Do people like me??)

Then once I wrangle my social anxiety brain worms back to their rehabilitation corner, I'm wondering about whether the things I was trying to communicate with the fic seem to be coming across to the people reading. Do my understandings of these characters ring true for other people? Did the things I thought were poignant or funny or hot actually feel that way to people who aren't me?

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I've been told more than once that I have a very distinctive writing style for smut. At first I just blushed my face off whenever I heard that, because oh my GOD I am publishing pornographic writing on the internet!!?!?!? and people are READING it!!?!???!!!?!??? Now that I've had some time to get used to it, I take it as a badge of honor, even when anxiety pokes through that maybe not everybody means it strictly as a compliment. You know what it's a style and it's fun and we're embracing it!

More broadly, my style has definitely changed since BoN first ate my brain. There are some elements of my older fics that absolutely make me cringe now, like the rapid-fire pov shifts (sometimes in the same sentence!) and the explosion of French pet names. No shade on those old fics, I'm glad I wrote them, and I'm glad the people who still enjoy them are enjoying them! It's just that looking back on my older stuff confronts me with how much less practice with writing fiction I had two years ago than I do now.

One element of my fic style that hasn't changed and I doubt ever will is my tendency towards complex, multi-phrase sentences. My professional life has required too much writing about legislative details; at this point it can't be reined in completely, even when I try.

A thing about my style I'm hoping will evolve in the future is I want to learn more from writers like you who are writing so beautifully and effectively in English as a second language. Using my high school Spanish to write anything more complex or poetic than "Booker piensa que Nile es hermosa y tiene razón" (Booker thinks Nile's gorgeous and he's right) feels impossible to me. But English has a much larger vocabulary than Spanish for a bunch of historical reasons, and I have access to several (but importantly not all) registers of that vocabulary for a bunch of personal as well as structural class-and-race reasons, and the significance of word choice as an element of style probably operates differently in a language like Spanish with its relatively smaller vocab inventory so that means other stylistic choices I'm completely unaware of are probably doing super cool things to express the layers of meaning I've been taught to lean on word choice to accomplish in English — this is an enormous area of comparative linguistics but one small example of the ways we can shift our writing styles to more effectively express our ideas to people with different linguistic frames of reference. All that's even more interesting given the staggering diversity of language experience among our immortal blorbos. I don't know what particular stylistic changes might be in the future for me along these lines, it's just a thing I'm thinking about.

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

I love that you asked this because it gives me the excuse to say fandom is important! It's part of our lives! Hobbies we do for fun and stress relief aren't The Most Important Thing In the World but they're still part of our lives and part of the world and therefore what happens in fandom matters! Nile Freeman is a fantastically rich, complex, well-drawn main character and she deserves tons and tons of fandom content about her, and I'm a part of that and so are you! Fuck yeah!

I also really cherish my part in building Jewish Booker. The overwhelming majority of Jewish representation in mainstream US movies and tv comes through filters: Jews in the 19th and 20th centuries being pushed into the entertainment industry by several European countries' discriminatory policies and that tradition carrying over in the US despite legal equality, Euro-descended Jews being model minority-ized by the post-WW2 US that very much did /not/ involve itself in that war to stop the Holocaust but chose to frame itself that way after the fact, lots of individual Jews' family trauma and internalized shame and fear of the next wave of antisemitism around the corner, etc etc. The result is most US media that includes Jews is made either by Jews who feel enormous pressure to represent our entire people in a way that's perceived as palatable and nonthreatening to white culturally-Christian people or more often by non-Jews who've absorbed decades of iterating carbon copies of what previous generations thought was palatable. US Jews invented comic books and the superhero genre and yet the first MCU property to have an explicitly Jewish character was the 6th tv show in Phase 4.

There just isn't much mainstream content about Jews in my country, one of the two places where most of the world's Jews live, made by Jews who uncomplicatedly like being Jewish and don't have big economic and cultural pressures on them to represent all of us in Certain Ways. Wow, I didn't realize this rant was building up in me until I started typing. Anyway yeah I get to be honest about what Jewishness means to me and what I think it would mean for Booker and share it with people through fandom with just a little teeny tiny bit of a filter (my own internalized stuff) compared to the many layers of mess that mainstream content has to go through before it reaches non-Jews all over the world who consume US media and who may or may not know many Jews personally.

#fandom friends #jewish booker #linguistics #why am i like this

[grimhunts]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

NAME: Dani

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Usually discord! If we’ve written/chatted before, then mutuals can DM me for my handle, but I’ll use tumblr DMs for new people 

NAME OF MUSE(S): Hunter and Caleb Wittebane, at least on this blog. I’ve got a couple of solo d.escendants blogs, and a multi with a few primarily animated muses

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): I think I’ve been consciously rping for nine years...? But I’ve been writing on tumblr specifically since about 2017

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, discord, instagram, kik (rip), wire, and maybe a random forum or two. i’m only active with tumblr and discord now for writing

BEST EXPERIENCE: I’ve made some really impactful connections from rping, from finding one of my best friends to this day, to meeting some pretty awesome gals and movie night pals (can’t wait for our next one!). While I’m not in contact much with them anymore, I think one of my best experiences was receiving an xmas card a few years ago from one of my writing partners at the time. It was the first time I ever received mail under my alias, “Dani,” and it just felt really cool and cute to receive

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Plotting only works when there’s something to bounce of off, and I’ve definitely had times in the past where I’ve reached out or vice versa for plotting, and had minimal or no ideas thrown back at me. It can get disappointing sometimes

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: I was gonna say fluff and angst, but while I still really enjoy fluff, I’m realizing a lot of my favorite past threads have all had elements of angst to them... oops. It seems I’m a sucker for writing out muses working through emotional conflict, but hey, it’s never without a happier ending of some sort (ignoring that one thread with Caleb’s death I’M SORRY). I’m selective about smut, I don’t really do it on dash, but if the muses are of age, and it’s consensual in-context, then sometimes I’ll dabble in discord

PLOTS OR MEMES: I love both! Memes are a great way to get new interactions going especially, so I love sending them, but I do also adore getting to plot extensively with others. I can get super into plotting more often than not, and have a crap ton of fun doing it :)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I’ve got preference for long replies, those can be the most fun to continue on, but I enjoy doing both

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Unfortunately, the motivation to write tends to hit me at the ungodly hours of night. It is currently 2am while I type this up... My hope is that once I’m back at school, I’ll get back into a rhythm of hitting up drafts in the afternoon or evening, when I have downtime between or after classes

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): That is a loaded question for me lol... I absolutely vibe with Hunter in 3x01, as far as being a lil nerd and starting to accept himself, but even though she’s on a different blog, I probably relate much closer to Willow, given some of my experiences and the way that I’ve come to view myself over time

TAGGED BY: @trvehearted (ily alice) TAGGING: I’m not quite sure who’s done this one yet, so you can absolutely steal this from me PLS ;)

#just human ( ooc ) #duels mazes and mountains ( dash games )

[impossiblebird]

like all universes, that of Pluto is in constant expansion. it is the beauty of art and literature, isn’t it? no matter how finished a work appears to be, there is always more creation that can emerge from it. i believe we know that better than anyone. here is another glimpse behind the scenes of Pluto! 🪐

- originally, lizzy was supposed to give birth while thomas was there. thomas and newt would have been woken up in the night by her screams. the labour is difficult and lizzy loses a lot of blood, much to newt and harriet’s distress, but thomas uses his three brain cells and what he remembers from a few classes about midwifery to deliver the baby and both lizzy and the baby survive

- lizzy doesn’t know how to name her baby, but thomas remembers sonya telling him her great-great-grandma was called amelia, so that’s what he suggests. like the letter, the name amelia originates from the time loop: thomas suggests it because he knows it’s her name, but it’s her name because thomas suggests it. i eventually cut that scene because i was running out of time. instead i ended up using the name of the baby as the thing thomas used to prove to newt that he does come from the future

- there would have been one or two cute scenes of sonyarriet raising their daughter. but even though those scenes did not make the cut, i can assure you the three of them live happily together, as do brenda and teresa ❤️

- the four of them do come to the conclusion that thomas and newt eloped with the car and they are all very happy for them 🥰

- originally, newt was supposed to live 33 years earlier, in 1857, but I needed telephones to be a thing, so i pushed a little

- you will notice that there are 132 years between 1890 and 2022, which is 4 times 33 years. it was important for me to have thomas travelling 33 years in the past (x4) as an easter egg to netflix’s dark which inspired me for some of the time travel (notably regarding the elements that only exist within the time loop, like the letter)

- another obvious inspiration was back to the future (thomas makes sure newt NEVER hears about this movie, he just knows he would get absolutely roasted for being stupid enough to copy the delorean)

- i remember you saying you weren’t the biggest fan of using edison as thomas’s last name, so i took that opportunity to make fun of that trope! it would have been even more fitting with the whole “newt having electricity power” thing, but i think it also works pretty well as it is (did you know thomas edison got married on christmas day? now that’s about to give another thomas some ideas)

- as it turns out, some academics also believe edison inspired h.g. wells to write the time machine. fitting, isn’t it?

- newt only learns thomas’s real name weeks later when the mailman shows up to their apartment with a package for “mr. murphy” and newt almost tells him to get lost before thomas intervenes (good call; the package was the starry light projector he ordered for newt!)

MORE BTS FOR ME?! 🥺

thomas was gonna help lizzy give birth omfg…….. thank the stars for those three braincells and his midwifery classes 😳 (VERY glad to here they would have both survived, but who delivered the baby if thomas wasn’t there?!)

oooooooooooo the name would have originated from the timeloop too!!! i do love what you did the names on the wall though, it was SO cool and so clever to read and that was exactly what i imagined this vague time travel au to look like when i put it in my wish list 🥺

sonyarriet and their daughter and brenderesa all living happily ever after :’) except omg i didn’t even imagine what they must have thought happened to newt and thomas…. but lmfao them just being like yup, must have left with that weird futuristic tin can makes me giggle

omg YOUR MIND… i haven’t seen Dark (although i am now tempted to) but hearing about that easter egg from your inspiration is SO COOL. you’re next level, honestly

SKDJSKDJSKFHFKBDM well now i’m picturing a few-years-later where newt finds out about back to the future before thomas can stop him…… he deserves the roast tbh 😭

i actually LOVED the making fun of thomas edison in this, honestly it was completely brilliant. and weirdly fitting as it is lmfao. (christmas wedding ?!?!?)

WOW okay that’s scarily fitting actually…. and i love how much research & thought you’ve put into this 💛

crying over the fact that newt just didn’t question thomas’ real surname until that point 😭😭😭 (IT WAS THE LIGHT PROJECTOR OMG)

the universe of pluto has been expanding so much more with these beautiful bts and fun facts and i honestly cannot thank you enough for taking the time to do that for me :’) a reread is definitely due asap (so i can also write up my guess as to who i think you are 💛)

ily santa <3

#ask #tmrss22 #pluto

[sammysam999]

I don't go there anymore, but just a few rounds of OW2 and it's really not fun as support... And generally lacks so much what drew me in the gane in the past. So I guess I will ramble a bit to make some sense of it?

Seriously Blizzard shot themselves in the feet by obsessing over OWL as their endgame for OW. In the beginning it was fun especially because it gave people without great fps skills ways to engage and feel powerful.

I specifically remember the big number of people with physical disabilities mentioning how characters like Symmetra gave them a character to have fun and feel powerful in a genre that otherwise is locked away from them. Similar with Mercy. Similar with Mei.

Overwatch had characters which played different from each other and some more than others. It was fun. Yeah not always balanced but as if the issue of permanent rebalancing isn't an issue in 99,99% of online games focused on pvp.

And then the whining as every single one of those characters as "skillless" started. And Blizzard just bowed to it. And damn I do contest the judgement of those characters to not need skill, because if it was easy to master those characters especially Sym would have more than a fucking 1% pickrate. I wouldn't have seen people always put their turrets at the same damn place (if your team still got destroyed by that, I am sorry that's not her being op that's your team not watching out for their environment).

OW did reward knowledge of maps, other heroes skills, coordination and being able to counter play.

And yeah in part it still does, but with heroes locked behind money it killed counterplay as strategy.

Seriously the only change as a flex player I seriously enjoyed in the last years of OW1 was the rotation of blocked heroes in Ranked. I loved that! It forced you to adapt, changed the meta and was a blast for everybody who also learned and enjoyed to learn not that often picked heroes. It was fun. I get there are people who prefer to play their faves and that's it but that's why I was all for it to stay ranked only. Because in ranked, yeah actually I think based on how the counterplay was thought as part of the game from the beginning learning different heroes should be enforced. And this change absolutely gave more reason to change strategies. It revitalized the play. The most damming fault lied in the imbalance between hero groups. Blizzard needed and still needs to even out the number of available support and tank heroes if they implement something like that. You can't block two supports as options if you got only about six heroes in that wholeass category. I actually am sure that this change would have been accepted better if the imbalance wasn't there.

I seriously just miss the times when OW played itself dynamic. 2-2-2 makes balancing much easier and it avoids ending in some really hellish combs, but damn did it take away some of the more dynamic gameplay moments. It also reduced the options for counterplay. Many people argue that it might be better to give one flex slot per team to allow more dynamic counterplay, but I am positive that never will happen.

I am actually sure that OW will move further into the category of streamlining cast abilities to finally kill hero switching midgame for good. The change to 1-2-2 fits well into it. It made tanks basically beefier dps and yeah it made tank feel more powerful for sure. But also left supports feel incapable to do their job against flankers. Blizzard has the option to now give supports buffs or a rework like they did with tanks. As the OW community is known to whine everytime non dps heroes get too powerful based on "No SkILz" and their focus still being on OWL to be the end of all I would not be suprised if they end up killing counterplay for good in exchange to streamline the whole cast and get rid of the last non-fps elements to have the classes basically be different just by name. I don't think that would be a smart move considering the things that made OW fun for a whole bunch of people that normally don't play fps, but it seems clear that those are not actually the playerbase Blizzard wants to keep.

So yeah I kinda expect the end of one of OWs core features rather sooner than later. Unofficially it got killed already by the new business model anyway. I guess they hope to keep people in the game by having them simp for the characters so they invest money into them (similar to gacha games, just without the gambling part), however... It's a Multiplayer game. One with comparable few game modes if you look at the competition at the market. And to that the focus on OWL, the fps elements, further streamlining in gameplay and actual low number of characters (including the already mentioned imbalance in classes) reduces actually the draw of getting invested in characters... I am not even sure if trials for heroes are planned to motivate people to buy them (OW1 owner so I got Kiriko for "free", if a new player could chime in to correct me would be cool).

Blizzard could still save it by using the model Hi-Rez uses for Smite and add a "All heroes forever" Pass for a price like a full game, but then would have to seriously push the battlepass rewards to a higher level.

I don't have much hopes tbh? They are obviously trying to get away from the mix between moba and fps and lean harder into the fps elements. This happens at the cost of the playerbase that's thriving by the mix of elements. The new option to fund the game enforces the issues with this by further putting a core feature of the original game into the background, so it becomes a relict the devs work around instead of with. The hastily launch also shows how much of this seems to not be... well thought out?

Like it's Base features of the original concept and gameplay got watered down more and more until we are here with an original playerbase that is not really happy and think pieces getting published about the lack in balance and fun for certain roles nearly daily since launch.

It's fascinating to think about because you would guess that somewhere down the line somebody may would have noticed that this is literally base parts of the gameplay they boycott. But it... didn't? And then one of the main devs left. So maybe somebody did notice, but it didn't go well with the monetarization plans.

Well anyway, maybe I will be proven wrong but until then : Goodby OW I will may look into it of the promised pve ever will get published... and won't be priced in a ridiculous way (which is the more unlikely part).

#ramblings #overwatch #overwatch 2 #games

[inkykeiji]

Omg Wuthering Heights! I actually did like that book a lot and read it in high school. If you like that one, I think Great Expectations can be a good read. I think other books I enjoyed that is part of classical/well known literature is Great Gatsby, Ethan Frome, and Streetcar Named Desire (they have elements of cheating so drama~). The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Bless Me Ultima, and Tuck Everlasting I would say is more fun to read. I think some slightly darker themes were Lord of the Flies and The Crucible. Very old timey books I thought were nice are Macbeth and the Odyssey. All have great perspectives on the social commentary of the time period!

I haven't been able to read any good books since high school and I miss having the time to read them. Sorry for the ramble and thanks for sharing your recommendations Clari💗💗💗

yes yes!!!! oh my fucking god i am LOVING it!!! heathcliff is such a !!!!!!!!! RASCAL and i am totally here for it like i have completely fallen in love with him (because of course i have 🙄🙄🙄 another one of my problematic faves i guess LMAO) but yeah!!! my boyfriend and i actually began reading great expectations but we ended up putting it down and forgot to pick it back up!! i’ll try it again after i finish wuthering heights!! <33

the great gatsby i’ve always been on the fence about and idk why??? i have absolutely no reason to keep avoiding it but i just keep skirting around it hahaha ._. i’ve never read a streetcar named desire but i do LOVE the film!!! huck finn i did read!! the other two i’ve never heard of but i will make a point to look them up!!! (´∀｀)♡

AH lord of the flies has been on my to read list for SO long urgggggg one day i will read that book!!! the crucible i tried in high school and didn’t really like it but i was quite young at the time so i might enjoy it more now! oh my goshhh hahaha i have never attempted to tackle the odyssey but i have read the iliad! to me, reading ancient literature always feels like eating your vegetables LMAO like you know it’s good for you but goddamn sometimes they are difficult to get through!

i LOVE shakespeare though. like love love love love love shakespeare, i’ve read nearly all of his work!! my favourite shakespeare plays are hamlet, othello, and macbeth!!! his tragedies are by far my most preferred, and then his comedies, and then his histories (his histories are where i’m lacking ahaha D: ) but yeah!!

aw sweetpea i’m sorry to hear that :( because i minored in literature in uni i had to continue reading for my classes, so i think i’m quite lucky in that respect! but it can be difficult to find the time to read especially if lit isn’t ur area of study :( life is hectic!! you’ll find a balance tho <33 give yourself time!! even if you can find just half an hour a week to set aside for reading, as a treat or something, that’s a great start! and omg please don’t apologize!!!!!! i love talking about art, especially film and literature, so!! <33333

#i took a few shakespeare classes in university and very briefly considered becoming a shakespeare scholar LMAO #i’m not sure if you’ve read if we were villains BUT if you like shakespeare and u wanna read about a bunch of young shakespeare scholars #getting into trouble then i highly recommend it #they’re a bit pretentious but i think that’s kinda part of the fun hehe #tbh what shakespeare scholar *isnt* pretentious LMAO #anyway my sweet friend <3 please have a wonderful week ahead!!!! #sending u much love n health!!! stay safe n hydrated!! #clari gets mail

[blckcndlwx]

I’ve found that I enjoy monster aus and fantasy type settings more and more lately and I’ve been slightly inspired.

Some context first that this is by all accounts a mish mash of different ideas in every single way, I had some old OCs I wanted to revamp and I decided I wanted them to be monsters while putting a fun twist on the usual stuff. Secondary context is that I’m a huge Science nerd and I enjoy reading species studies in that textbook style description so when talking specifically about certain species/races I often use that manner of speaking a bit. Latin, Greek, and Old English are also very prevalent influences in how I go about naming things haha.

I’ve taken to calling this universe ‘Rigor Mortis’ to remind myself that I want there to absolutely be uncanny and eerie elements along with some mildly wholesome ideas. I also just think it’s sounds cool 😎 Pardon me if this is all a lil messy and all over the place 😞

Rigor Mortis is a universe in which the veritable “monsters” of mythology, folklore, and the like are very real and are just as old and prevalent as humankind. Humans of course referred to these creatures as “monsters” for a very long time and though of course there is actual names they have given their kinds the term continued to stick horrendously and the official term is Monstrum when speaking in vagueness of the inhuman.

That being said the power struggle between humankind and monstrum is quite literally ancient. With a variety of Holy Wars being raged as well as retaliatory conquests plaguing the planets history throughout the continents. Eventually though a ceasefire and shaky peace was achieved only barely in the last few decades with multiple civil disputes and arguments of rights for either side still occurring until now. (I wanna say circa the late 1890s early 1900s is about when things get politically stable)

The climate of the interpersonal relationships between humans varies from country to country and can be extreme in its differences. Some countries are responsible for industries like human farms, specialty construction/tailoring, and synthetic nutrition . Simply for the reasons that while there is peace in one particular country it doesn’t change the fact that some monstrum do still require a diet that involves human consumption thus why synthetic means are also being developed, monstrum can also come in such vastly different shapes and sizes there is no way to maintain a standard for ANYTHING so practically everything one owns often is or needs to get specialized.

Humans despite what you may think, are not the majority of the population! In fact Humans are more of a minority (for a multitude of reasons) that only make up about 40% of the planet’s population which does include those contained in the aforementioned farms. Which is not to say that there are not humanoid looking variants of monstrum, the 40% statistic applies to full blooded humans. The numbers having seriously lowered after a boom in monstrum population 😅

Ironically humans, as hilarious as it was to find out after a time, are like O- of the reproductive world of monstrum. They can mix seamlessly with any race of them and the offspring retain a majority of the inhuman traits and very little human ones, a real purists dream. Thus some upper class monstrum who like to stress bloodlines and retain their traits can often pay extensively good money for human aid (willing participants or not) but this fact is also attributed to the influx in monstrum population as more and more cases of interbreeding became slightly more common. To be perfectly honest however humans are largely more common to be fetishized by monstrum than seeking anything romantic

On the subject of reproduction, monstrum are perfectly capable of reproducing within themselves to a degree. These mixed offspring however end up with a strong mixture of both parents and can make for some interesting looking individuals. If a monstrum has fairly mixed heritage, of over 3 specific races, then they’re considered Chimeric! Chimeras themselves don’t fall under the statistics of multiple categories and instead are classified both medically and governmentally by their most prominent race. (Obviously an insectoid can’t reproduce with a lycanthrope or fish person normally, however cases of this and similar situations can be plausible if the parents have just enough human genes to bridge the gap. These individuals are incredibly uncommon but they do exist, as retention of human genes is enormously recessive and take generations of consistent reproduction with humans to acquire them.)

Aside from the 40% of pure humans the remainder 60% of monstrum can be broken down into multiple subsidiary categories. They can be classified based on either the same genus, family, or species classification we may give animals or by specific traits they have in common. (i.e. diet, specific physical features, environment..) but ‘genus’ is the most popular way of classification.

I know I have literally zero followers so nobody else is probably going to read this but me, but I’ve had this sort of open project idea for awhile and figure that here is as good a place as any to write down what I have so far of this universe premise. More posts to come as well detailing actual species/race details

….eventually. Maybe. At some point. If I actually remember to 🥲

#monster #creature #monster au #alternate universe #ish #work in progress #nobody’s gonna see this heehee #everything here is subject to change #I’m developing this universe little by little on my own #there’s so much #oof 😮‍💨 #Rigor Mortis

[troisfleur]

7; the recipe bujo.

some notes on Trey Clover’s infamous recipe bullet journal/grimoire/planner/sketchbook (?)/source of his power:

I. WHAT THE HELL IS IT?

A little bit of ooc background: this is an... element? accessory? that I’ve referenced a few times, so it’s high time I explain the bit. Initially, the idea of Trey having a special little book to his name came about from IC text channels in NRU’s Discord, during our very first Halloween event. Originally an item for a failed mini-saga of thievery, it’s since become something that I’ve iterated on, and now it’s become more or less canon to my Trey in NRU. And I really like it! To me, it’s a fun object that came about as a result of the type of yes-and play that makes RP so fun. As much as I’ve expanded upon it with my own imagination, the initial idea came from the group. And I love it! In an IC context, Trey’s Recipe Bujo (TM) refers to a specific journal of his. It’s shaped like a club, because of course it is, and the impracticality of such a shape in regards to writing and keeping an organized journal has not deterred him. (Don’t think about the shape too hard. He has a brand to maintain.) While he’s usually the meticulous sort, there’s clearly sticky notes, pieces of paper, receipts, and other such things sticking out of the pages in a haphazard fashion. There’s stickers on the cover, one-off gifts or cute stickers lifted from packaging, heralding a history of places he’s snacked at. Trey hasn’t been journaling for very long, and initially, the entire thing was Cater’s idea. They’d attached themselves at the hip freshman year, and Trey figured that, with the level of dedication needed to succeed in NRU, especially in areas of magic that had been inaccessible until enrolling, it seemed like a great idea. While Cater eventually stopped trying to make journaling happening a month or two into freshman year, Trey found the process very soothing, and has continued to use the journal to his own ends ever since.

II. WHAT’S IN THE BUJO?

Honestly, even calling the thing a bujo is a bit of a misnomer. That implies a certain level of organization that, despite Trey’s reputation as being pretty put-together, absolutely does not extend to the journal. The first few pages? Of course they’re organized. That’s where the initial intention was most apparent: there’s a simple recipe for his family’s strawberry tart (with oyster sauce listed and highlighted, for the gag) after pages of his freshman schedule and first month of classes. Then? All hell breaks loose. Because, you see, you can tell when Trey Clover started combing through the cookbooks in the library. That opened the floodgates. Nowadays, every single page is something different. One page is a recipe; the other is a note to himself; the next is a shortened formula for a spell to sanitize a countertop, after half a page of scratched out, incorrect calculations as you can tell Trey took the time to tweak it to his liking. If you’ve ever taken an art class where you were required or encouraged to keep a working sketchbook, it’s something of the same thing. It slowly becomes a repository for notes, for thoughts, for hastily-drawn sketches or pages upon pages of concepts and layout designs. It’s the same kind of idea, except replace (most) of the actual sketchbook work with spells and recipes Trey copies down from.

III. A BREAKDOWN OF CONTENTS.

I. RECIPES; both a mix of notes from his family’s own personal collection, as well as a lot of scattered recipes pulled from the library’s own repository of cooking knowledge. These range from fully-formed recipes, with step by step instructions, often with his own notes highlighted in the margins... to very scattered, one or two line ideas that will get fleshed out into something later, or are in the process of being tweaked. Sometimes, it’s merely just a type of cooking, or the name and information of an ingredient he’d like to try working with. Some of them have incorrect information in them, although that is typically the case with recipes from his own family. Proprietary information! He’s not expecting people to steal it, but it never hurts to throw people off. II. CLASS NOTES; while most of his notes for other classes are in proper school notebooks and binders and eventually typed up on his laptop, sometimes you forget to jot something down, or you learn something in the wild. These are usually written on sticky notes and stuck in the margins of unrelated pages, usually the next page to be written on. These are rarely ever taken out. III. SPELLS; while his own personal grimoire has been digitized and put into one long Google Doc with slightly more organization, there are still spells pertinent to his everyday life in there. A lot of them are for cleaning, or for enchanting objects to act as extra hands. There’s also a long stretch of pages in the middle that shows the original formula iterations for what eventually became Paint the Roses. IV. RECEIPTS AND PACKAGING; and other miscellaneous odds and ends from places he’s visited and eaten at. Trey more or less gives every new place a short review, including what he ate and the flavor notes. There’s also a lot of receipts for things he’s purchased for his own cooking and hat-related endeavors. V. DOODLES; most of them from friends who had a pen handy when he was working on something. Some of them are clearly bored in class one-off doodles by his own hand, though. They’re not very good, but they amuse him. VI. CLUB & DORM NOTES; there’s a large chunk of the bujo blocked out for club-related measurements. It’s all a lot of dry information, like soil quality, plant yields, and a watering schedule. It’s clearly the most cared-for and meticulous part of the entire journal. Similarly, there’s always a page for meeting notes from every vice housewarden-related meeting he must attend.

#❝ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝔸 𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼 ℝ𝕆𝕊𝔼 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝔹𝔼 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕆𝕆𝕂𝔼𝔻.❞ 【ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊.】 #[ cater's involvement borrowed with the permission of my wife o7 ilysm <3 ] #[ welcome to thinking too hard about accessories part 2 ]