#is kinely even on pointe yet

[kentuckycaverats]

francesca "chess" giovanni (they/she), 7th generation hecata

stc from the NOLA by night chronicle im prepping (feat. some picrew placeholders - pending commission art)

chess lore! as promised @harbingerofskulls

(if any of my players see this - no peeking <3 ily though)

chess is very proud to be a blight on the giovanni name. their mule-headedness was always a point of concern within the family even as a mortal, but they showed occult promise from a young age in the form of prophetic dreams of others' impending deaths. she was eventually ghouled, but ultimately denied any possibility of embrace; she held no respect for family tradition, was critical of the incestuous nature of giovanni relations, and couldn't be trusted to put clan needs above her own beliefs. yet her talents couldn't be denied, so she would remain in service to the family as a ghoul for eternity.

so, as the biggest Fuck You they could manage, chess took it upon themself to find another hecata willing to embrace them: selma hijazi, childe of lamia and witness to the diableries of cappadocius and lamia. selma has been posing as a giovanni for centuries and playing the long game to systematically destroy the giovanni from the inside. she's hunting down all of augustus giovanni's direct descendants and working toward the ultimate goal of wiping out the entire giovanni bloodline.

selma had her eye on chess for awhile, and when she confirmed their commitment to the downfall of the giovanni she embraced them as a lamia. fledgling chess revealed herself to the family as a giovanni embrace, insinuated that her sire was among them, flipped everyone the bird, and was immediately disowned. the official stance of the giovanni is that there is no francesca giovanni. chess keeps her surname specifically to piss them off and ensure that the salt never washes out of that particular wound. her embrace launched a massive internal witch hunt within the family, with many of the elders determined to uncover who betrayed the clan. selma's is one of the loudest voices. chess' cousin by mortal blood, sergio giovanni, is especially bent on sniffing out who sired her. he's also augustus giovanni's great-great-great grandchilde, and selma's current target.

selma is a practiced necromancer and has trained chess in secret; they've mastered Fatal Precognition which allows them to predict the death of any given subject. that's how they make their living, as a freelance oracle of death for kindred, kine, changelings, and werewolves alike--anyone who can pay.

#chess giovanni #vtm #nola by night

[dapperbasil]

hi PLS tell me more about thorne, I'm in love with their design!

Hi hello I will never turn down a chance to talk about my characters, and Thorne is definitely no exception. Especially since I haven't talked as much about them here as I have my more modern characters. I love my agender knight so much. This is probably gonna be a long one since I haven't talked about them much here yet, sorry in advance!

In life, Thorne was a knight, just as they are in death. Taken as a servant to an Iberian noble house and trained to be the personal knight to the young heiress, their entire life had been in service to their Lady. There was no other way they would have it, and Lady Thalia treated them well. The two bonded fast as they were near the same age. Eventually Thalia came of age and though she fended off suitors in her own pursuit of power, she didn't send away the Lasombra that offered her more than she could ever gain on her own as a kine. Thalia was embraced as a Lasombra, and for ten years, Thorne was her ghoul and most trusted knight.

As you do in the world of cainites, Thalia gained enemies in that time. One such enemy was Annalyse, a Toreador who looked down upon the young, proud Lasombra embrace and wanted to cause them pain, and perhaps eventually ruin them. She thought what better way to do so than to take away one of her most trusted allies? While on an errand for Tulio (Thalia by this point had realized they were genderfluid, and alters their appearance and uses a different name when appearing masculine) Thorne was stopped by Annalyse, who attempted to trick them into coming with her. Thorne knew something was wrong as she used the wrong name for her liege, which led her into having to use force. Thorne fought off Annalyse's guards until the Toreador herself put an end to it with the strike of a blade, giving Thorne the scar on their face.

And so Thorne was embraced as a Toreador. We're playing with the idea of the Toreador embrace changing you how the sire desires, with the beast's twisted concept of beauty. Unfortunately for Thorne, Annalyse had no interest in actually having a childe. So as Thorne's distinguishing features changed (and they couldn't even see it because they have the no reflection flaw), the Toreador kept her new childe like a badly treated pet for three years.

Her idea to present the childe at elysium and watch the fallout didn't end well, with Annalyse meeting final death at the hands of a frenzying Lasombra. It took many favors and punishments as well as Thalia's sire taking in the now orphaned fledgling to set things even slightly right, though the Toreador still have it out for Thalia.

Currently Thorne masquerades as a Lasombra by embrace, claimed by Thalia/Tulio as their childe. Few know that they are a Toreador, and the secret is one that both Lord and knight attempt to keep under wraps as best as they can. They are quiet and dutiful, their liege's weapon of choice, and there's a bit of a forbidden love thing going on between them (and has been since Thorne was a ghoul). They're torn between their duty and the desire they've found in recent years to pursue some form of art, especially with the introduction of the first friendly Toreador they've ever met (who tranced upon meeting Thorne).

(Thalia/Tulio is played by @/mountainashfae if you want more on them!)

#I hope I didn't talk your ear off #thankfully the other player who doesn't know they're toreador doesnt have tumblr #Thank you for asking about Thorne! #Thorne #hungry in hungary

[icedragonlizard]

King Dedede and Gooey dynamic interpretation

Ooooh... another dynamic post between two Kirby characters? Yes! It turns out that I actually have a lot of thoughts on how these two characters, enough to where I can create this entire post about it!

At the start, Dedede felt uncomfortable when around Gooey. The reason why Gooey initially made him feel unnerved was because of his PTSD from being a victim of dark matter possession.

It was right around the ending of Dream Land 3 when Dedede first met Gooey, at the same time he first met Nago, ChuChu and Pitch. He was informed by the animal friends that Gooey originated from dark matter, which immediately made him nervous around the little blob.

For a while, Dedede kept his distance from Gooey, as he was afraid that touching the little guy could get him possessed again. Kirby and the animal friends told him many times that's not going to happen and there's nothing to worry about from Gooey. He was able to infer that they were right, but it was perhaps that he generally just didn't want to deal with anything that came from dark matter. That's how bad his PTSD from dark matter possessions was at the time.

It didn't exactly help that Dedede got possessed by dark matter yet again after meeting Gooey, during the events of Kirby 64, which marks his third and final time of experiencing a dark matter possession. Gooey of course had absolutely nothing to do with that situation, though, as he wasn't near Dedede's castle at the time.

Kirby and the animal friends have needed to help Dedede get over his fear of Gooey. Rick, Kine and Coo in particular have been acting like Gooey's dads, so they were the ones that helped Dedede the most in getting to know Gooey more and understand more and more that the little guy's connection to dark matter is no big deal when he's nothing like them, as Gooey means absolutely no harm to anyone.

It took several years for Dedede to stop being nervous around Gooey. He also wasn't the only one who felt uncomfortable around the little blob after being a dark matter possession victim, as Adeleine has largely been on the same boat since she was possessed by dark matter twice. However, once enough time has passed, both Dedede and Adeleine have eventually gotten over their unnerved feelings around Gooey, since their trauma of being dark matter victims started to heal and they've been around the little blue blob long enough to get used to him. They've become friends with him, now!

It was a few years after the events of Kirby 64 when Dedede no longer felt uncomfortable around Gooey, and shortly before the events of RTDL when he started to like the little blob a lot. That was when he started becoming endeared to how silly and goofy-looking Gooey was, to the point he started messing around with him.

Gooey, at first, didn't understand why Dedede (and Adeleine) was afraid of him at the start. For the first several years of his life, he was dumb and absent-minded, although he did slowly become more intellectual as time went on. As he started to become a bit more knowledgeable, he eventually came to understand why the monarch was unsure of him at first when he thought about his connection to his antagonistic kin. This made Gooey feel rather bad for Dedede and chose to be extra nice to him to make it clear that he means no harm, and he became very happy when Dedede started warming up to him.

Shortly before Star Allies, Gooey grew on Dedede enough to the point he now adores the little blob and will protect him. Dedede enjoys patting Gooey on the head and making funny faces with him. He now treats Gooey like he's pretty much one of his waddle dees.

During the events of Star Allies, Gooey even participated in the team that helped free Dedede from the possession of the Jamba heart. That did also help strengthen the friendship between these two!

Dedede now helps other people warm up to Gooey when they also get unnerved by him at first. Taranza is an example of this, as he found Gooey to be weird at first until Dedede helped to convince him that Gooey is a good boy that is very much worth befriending.

Nowadays, Dedede welcomes Gooey to visit his castle any time he wants. He even lets the little blob sleep inside the castle sometimes. Gooey has multiple different places that he sleeps at, including inside Kirby's house and in the forests of Dream Land with the animal friends. Dedede's castle adds another place for him to sleep at.

Dedede even sometimes playfully calls Gooey nicknames like 'blue gumball' or 'little rascal' (he also calls Kirby that lol) to further show how much he's grown to love the little blue blob. He's willing to act like a very fun uncle to Gooey, and he of course appreciates that.

Gooey also experiences Dedede's big tight comfy bear hugs. Even though Gooey may not have the best texture for a hug, that doesn't matter for Dedede since he's wearing soft comfy clothes, which also make his hugs feel all the more comforting for good little Gooey.

There's become a point where Dedede even starts to project his feelings of Gooey onto other people. He sees and treats Gooey like a precious boy, and he believes everyone else should also see and treat Gooey like a precious boy, and anyone that doesn't is being a dummy.

So, yeah... that basically wraps up my dynamic for these two guys! Dedede was initially wary of Gooey because of trauma from being a dark matter victim, but then he warmed up to Gooey and grew to adore the little guy a lot! Gooey really is a lovable little thing, isn't he? He's not that much different from Kirby in that regard. Gooey can and will grow on you as far as other characters in the Kirby cast are concerned, and King Dedede is the biggest example of that.

Thanks for reading if you did! Stay tuned for more Kirby headcanon posts.

#kirby #king dedede #gooey kirby #kirby's dream land #kirby's dream land 2 #kirby's dream land 3 #kirby 64 the crystal shards #kirby star allies #kirby fighters 2 #kirby's return to dreamland deluxe #dark matter kirby #dark matter swordsman #zero kirby #zero 2 kirby

[raven-of-domain-kwaad]

OC Tag Game

Got tagged by @starknstarwars thanks very much!

Will give out some no pressure tags to @swtorpadawan, @a-master-procrastinator, @dream-of-tanalorr, @imperial-topaz2003, @voidendron and anyone else that sees this and wants to give it a go!

favorite oc - Amarra Kine

I have fallen so hard for my girl Amarra. She is a force for political change yet has no vision for the future. She is one of the most powerful individuals in the empire yet has no ambition for personal power. She loves her family more than anything and yet she is completely alone in the empire. She is the deadliest warrior in the galaxy yet she wants peace for herself and her people. She is a mess of contradictions and I love her for it.

newest oc - Lana Kine

Lana is my OC Kelsa Kine's youngest child. Lana was named after Kelsa's mother Lana Beniko.

(Lana is in the background and Kelsa is in the foreground)

oldest oc - Ryscha Kine

When I made the decision to give SWTOR another chance at the start of the pandemic, I made Ryscha. She began as a semi-self insert before I just started making my Kine Family of OCs and she became her own person. (I did have two previous SWTOR characters that I made in like 2012 but I never really developed them into actual characters)

meanest oc - Avaraxi Dagan

My mad scientist OC that will happily vivisect anyone if it gets them more usable data points. They did vivisect and ran numerous experiments on Kelsa Kine, even harvesting some of her eggs for later which is how Lana Kine and her siblings came to be.

Also diversity win! The mad scientist that's running unethical experiments on you is non-binary!

softest oc - Bryala Kine

All Bryala wants in life is to be a good person and not disappoint those closest to her. And if she can help others along the way then she'll happily do so.

most aloof/standoffish oc - Keras'eren'naru

She is a Chiss that believes in Chiss supremacy. Everyone else is beneath her and her people.

dumbest (affectionate) oc - Inara Almari

She spent her early young adult life raiding dangerous tombs and ruins on the off chance that there might be ancient knowledge she can study. She will also forget about lab safety procedures if she gets too carried away while running experiments. Because she focuses so much on her work she was captured by Zakuulan forces on three separate occasions and all three times resulted in her being rescued by Ryscha Kine who eventually took her on as an apprentice. Inara might have also accidentally infected Ryscha with the rakghoul plague while developing a vaccine. Whoops sorry Master!

smartest oc - Serra Kine

I mean she helped develop the refined Children of the Emperor procedures for Vitiate. Was trusted to develop a Children of the Emperor 2.0 generation using children actually sired by the Voice of the Emperor. While doing all this successful force experimentation, she also planed out a coup against Vitiate (which while unsuccessful in her life was more or less carried out by her daughters Amarra and Ryscha). She also discovered Nathema on her own and managed to negotiate an alliance with the spirits of Marka Ragnos, Naga Sadow, Tulak Hord and Exar Kun on Yavin IV to help her take down Vitiate.

horniest oc - Élise Kine and Braken Rist

This married couple enjoy dominating the other nobles of Alderaan in their spare time and will also happily engage in the whole sleep with a target before killing them assassination special. They usually go at it again with each other after said assassinations too.

oc you'd bang - Damar Nakash

Damar is kinky, caring and enjoys making his partners quiver. Also those sith ridges are always mmmm

oc you'd be best friends with irl - Inara Almari

I love folks that have special interests and hyper-fixations. Listening to them info dump passionately is always great and I enjoy learning new things that way. Inara fits that bill. She is also the right type of dumb ass that I would probably laugh a lot with her

#oc tag game #oc: amarra kine #oc: lana kine #oc: ryscha kine #oc: avaraxi dagan #oc: bryala kine #oc: keras'eren'naru #oc: inara almari #oc: serra kine #oc: élise kine #oc: braken rist #oc: damar nakash

[vamp-orwave]

Her Favourite Worst Nightmare

I - Toccata

It was a cold winter night for Adelaide, but having just come from London's mild summer, Judith had expected it to be much colder. There was almost no change at all in temperature, but the air was cleaner -- so clean she wondered how she'd ever breathed at all before she died. The rain had followed her to this city too, gently spattering across the tram window.

"So what do you reckon?" Frankie prodded, nudging Judith with his meaty elbow across the aisle where they both stood.

"Huh?" The Daeva turned blankly to her clanmate, taking a moment to process his question. The last night she was awake had been a very long night, and she had the feeling tonight was going to be another.

Rubbing her bleary eyes and focusing past the rain, she surveyed the urban scenery as it passed by. Lit only by false light under an overcast sky -- orange sodium, cold fluorescent, LED headlights, colourful neon, and their blurred reflections on the drizzle-slick asphalt -- Judith could make out the painted iron of colonial balconies, the elaborate stone of Victorian masonry, and the glass and steel of modern skyscrapers between the slow river of cars and pedestrians that wove their way in and out of the connecting streets and alleys. This city wore its age on its sleeve, and it was young, like she was.

She was grateful for that.

"At least there's a night life?" Judith attempted gloomily.

"Better than you could hope for on such short notice. Just wished more bands stopped here, ay. Y'know Zeppelin passed us over in '72? Fuckin' devastating." Frankie shook his head, then shot a cheeky wink at the older fellow seated nearby who'd turned to give him a queer look.

"But I was asking about your new digs," he added, a little quieter.

"Oh." Judith's mind flashed back to the peeling paint and stained carpet.

"They'll do fine," she replied, a little more honestly this time. It was private enough, and shelter from the sun, and she knew havening in another shithole would make her feel right at home in this pale, sleepy shadow of the broken empire she'd never see again.

"Right on. We'll get you some furniture so you're not sleeping on the floor."

The tram crawled to a stop at a sheltered island in between the lanes of King William Street. As the doors opened, and the kine surrounding them began to shuffle out into the night air, Judith leaned in close enough to whisper.

"Think I've got time for a hit?"

Moving to alight with the other passengers, Frankie looked her up and down with a grin, and beckoned her to follow suit before more evening riders could cram themselves into the carriage. He sat down on a steel bench and waited for the tramstop to empty and the doors to close.

"Probably not the best idea to be sky high when you meet the Prince," he laughed, as the transport slowly slithered off to resume its circular route.

"'Sides, you'll be here for hours trying to sniff out anyone willing to take junk from some rando cockney punk they've never laid eyes on. Anyone your type, anyway."

Frank's eyes lingered on her chest for the third time that night, Judith noticed. She always noticed when someone looked a little too long. Not that men ever tried to hide it.

"I dunno," she shrugged. "I can be pretty bloody persuasive."

With a sarcastic smile, Judith turned to appraise her surroundings. She tried her best to focus, to put the itching thirst for her next fix out of her mind. Her new best friend had brought her here, to the communal hunting grounds known as The Rack, because she had a more pressing thirst to quench.

"Hindley Street that way," he pointed ahead of him, "Pubs and clubs galore," then he thumbed over his shoulder. "Rundle Mall that way. Shops are all closed right now though."

"Closed!?" Judith gaped. "It's not even six yet!"

Frankie let out a brassy chuckle. "Welcome to South Australia!"

"How the fuck do you buy shit then?"

"Ghouls. Just about everyone's got one."

Judith rolled her eyes. Lovely. Another complication. Frankie waved dismissively.

"No worries, we can share until you've found one. Grant's got good taste, he'll get you started on a new collection."

Judith made a sour expression and resumed her focus, scanning the thin crowd of mortals on either side of the street for her next meal. It still stung that she'd had to abandon 35 years of records, not to mention her favourite Fender.

"You 'right then?" she offered.

"Yeah, had a snack on the way in. Back here when you're done, then we'll boogie."

With a nod, Judith hopped off the tramstop and strode purposefully off towards the outdoor Mall to the East, avoiding further conversation. She wasn't in the mood to play the social game, and no good targets had yet presented themselves for an ambush. Most women walked with their partner or in groups, or else they weren't particularly appetising.

Trudging out of the mild bustle of King William into what was at this hour an underused thoroughfare between more desirable destinations, she was about to settle on tailing a wrinkled old bat dragging a hand-cart when her ears picked up the sound of music.

The piercing, mournful song of wailing strings cut through the damp night air, drawing Judith in like a siren. For a few sweet moments, she forgot her gnawing hunger as she floated upon the melody, following it to its source.

Rounding the corner of one of Rundle's numerous side-passages, she at last laid eyes on the gorgeous, glossy curves of a violin in fervent motion. It was cradled by a short, skinny lad, bundled up in a duffel coat and thick red scarf, and he seemed lost in his passionate playing.

Judith stood, captivated. Leaning against the wall across the path from the young man, she watched the soft rain fall between them from her adjacent point of shelter, surrendering herself to join him on the higher plane of ecstasy shared only by a musician and their audience. It was some classical piece she was sure she'd heard before, but couldn't name. Hardly her scene, but masterful regardless.

When she came back to earth, Judith noticed the violinist was staring at her from behind his dancing bow. Momentarily startled, she thought to reach for her wallet for a tip until she remembered she was woefully short on this country's legal tender. Instead she patted her pockets and shrugged to her fellow artist with an apologetic smile, and had turned to move on when a passerby suddenly caught her eye.

A woman, tall and pale. Blonde. Fishnets. Fur coat. Judith felt her heart leap into her throat.

It couldn't be. Could it?

She forgot her prior reverie immediately, falling in behind the girl in a silent pursuit. Her ravenous eyes burned into the back of that pretty, golden head. What would Charlotte be doing on this side of the world? Had Frankie smuggled her out of hot water too, all those years ago? Don't be stupid, she told herself. Even if she were here, what are the chances you'd meet her again the very first night?

Judith quickened her pace. She couldn't sense a Beast within that beautiful figure, but she had to be sure. When her quarry turned off the main path, she seized the opportunity to close the distance.

"'Scuse me, love!" she called out.

The woman turned. It wasn't Charlotte.

Judith's heart sank a little. The blissful nights she'd spent with her Sire were so long ago now that they seemed like a dream, and throughout the lonely years since she'd woken, the details had been slowly slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. Would she even recognise Charlotte's perfect, painted smile if it were inches away?

"Can I help you?"

The mortal woman in front of her did not smile. Her posture stiffened at being approached in this low light, but she stood her ground. Judith gave her a friendly grin. Her small stature and deceptively cherubic face tended to set strangers at ease, despite the studs and leather jacket.

"Sorry to bother you love -- my phone's dead," Judith lied. "Any chance you can point me to a cafe that's still open?"

The pretense and friendly tone gave the poor girl an excuse to lower her guard a little.

"Oh." She glanced around to further gauge her immediate safety, wobbling a little on her red stilettos. "Sure, hang on."

Momentarily taking her eyes off of Judith, she dug a hand into her coat pocket to pull up google maps. Though cordial, she kept a vice grip on her gold-plated smartphone.

"Cheers love," Judith edged ever closer, eyeing her prey's white, swan-like neck.

When her search had loaded, she tilted her phone screen to show Judith the nearest red pins, wordlessly inviting her to lean in.

Too easy.

Lightning fast, Judith latched one hand tightly around the woman's wrist, slipped the other arm around the waist of her cocktail dress, and pulled her into The Kiss.

She felt her fangs slip into the warm, supple flesh like butter. Her prey quickly loosened in her grip, and uttered a delicious, sugary moan. Judith pushed Not-Charlotte up against the nearest wall; pressed a knee between her thighs. She let herself sink into a bittersweet nostalgia as thick, coppery blood -- with a welcome kick of vodka -- gushed red-hot into her waiting mouth and down her throat. Drinking her fill, she lost herself in the smell of her hair, the dance of her heart, the shape of her lithe body helpless beneath desperate hands.

It was only after Judith had licked the puncture marks closed and left her victim alone in a daze that she noticed the violin had stopped. Retracing her steps, she found that sure enough, the lad had packed it in and was nowhere to be seen.

Mustn't be a good night for it, she thought with a small pang of regret. For a moment, she considered chasing him down, thrusting twenty quid into his hand and letting him figure it out, but decided against it. With any luck, she'd be in town long enough to see him again.

Besides -- she had somewhere more important to be tonight, and she was probably already fashionably late.

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#alison writes vampires #vampire the requiem #chronicles of darkness

[my-year-of-game-boy]

Week 1: Kirby's Dream Land 2

I want to say it was a hard choice deciding what game to start this blog with. There are so many iconic games and series associated with the Game Boy that I could've went with an iconic puzzler, a launch title like Super Mario Land, or that famous monster catching series, Robopon. Honestly, though? I just shoved a game into the Analogue Pocket that I hadn't actually played before and went with that. I'm a big fan of Nintendo's ever present second-tier mascot, Kirby. Multiple round, pink toys adorn my home, a Kirby t-shirt is part of my regular rotation, and Kirby and the Forgotten Land was my number two game of 2022. Yet, there are so many games in the little fellow's catalogue that I've never played them all. I could be writing about how his first ever appearance was on this handheld, or I could write about the many hours I spent getting lost in The Amazing Mirror. Maybe I still will, but today, I have the pleasure of saying I finally played Kirby's Dream Land 2.

Most Kirby games have a gimmick, even as early as this one. Here, our favorite infant Star Warrior is joined by new, rideable animal friends. In addition to Kirby's trademark copy abilities (Of which this game is only the second time they've appeared!), the rideable gain abilities in combination with Kirby's. This creates some fun combinations, but they're hindered by trading Kirby's floating mobility for the movement of your pal.

Pray you don't get this dude on anything but a water level

As someone who's played the original Kirby's Dream Land countless times, I was surprised at the vast jump in scale, game mechanics, level design, and even difficulty between this game and that one. Sure, there was an NES game inbetween, but it's still such a jump from what might be the simplest mainstream platformer to ever grace the Game Boy.

There's some cheapness to the scrolling levels, one in particular has you essentially choosing one of three paths and desperately hoping you don't get trapped, but the rest of levels are pretty cleverly designed. Unfortunately, these levels sometimes feel designed with Kirby's floating ability in mind to the point that playing with his new pals is a detriment. Later levels had me actually avoiding taking one on from time to time because I simply didn't think it would be very helpful.

Kirby's on a roll!

There's secrets to find across the seven different worlds that lead to an optional boss fight that I may not have actually found, but I respect that they're actually there to find. Even with all the Kirby games that've been made over the years, this one's still worth a visit even today. I'd recommend it just to take a gander at Kirby's cute little buddies, even if Kine the sunfish shows up at the most inopportune times. Before I finish my inaugural entry, I'd like to make a point that, in addition to being the first game I've written about here, this is the first game I've played through in its entirety on the Analogue Pocket! So, you get a bit of a bog standard game review along with some first impressions of video game hardware! Don't worry, I plan on changing up the format and topics from entry to entry, but I figured I'd start with something a bit more traditional. Anyway, the Analogue Pocket is a lovely little device with a few issues here and there. For this game, I did take advantage of the save state function, but it's pretty finicky. The Pocket plays carts natively and doesn't use emulation, so I'm kind of amazed that it does save states at all. Unfortunately, I could only read my last save state and would accidentally write over them constantly with the quick commands to make them. For a relatively easy game like this, it was only a minor frustration, but for some real nail biters, I can see this getting pretty annoying. The games themselves look gorgeous on it and the OpenFGPA allows me to load some neat stuff that'll get mentioned in later entries. I did have a bit of hand cramping despite my small hands, and I worry about the shoulder buttons in GBA games. However, the ergonomics are otherwise great and no different than a Game Boy Pocket, really. Lastly, it's a bit of a dream just being able to easily take screenshots on the console. I'd recommend it to anyone who considers themselves a classic video game enthusiast or just has a pile of Game Boy carts they'd really like to play.

I leave you with an obligatory Rick pic.

#kirby series #retro gaming #game boy #retro aesthetic #video games

[fallen--leafs]

[Some early morning (UK time) texts ((because my sleep schedule is fucking up and I'm. Yea.))]

[Dec:] Baby

I'm scared

[Achilles:] Hm. And when you should be asleep no less... What's up?

The SI fucking worries me

Like it was fun when Bloem was the only one

But now there's more and.

[...]

Idk I guess the horrifying realisation that there's a whole organisation and not just One Sad Guy is doing it

Girl

Sorry

And... You are worried they will come after you?

I'm not

But they have ur picture

Well, kind of.

What do you mean?

When I-- ugh. When I thought.

Hhhh

When I was passed off at you. Not you-you but the concept of you. I made a CGI of u to spread around. Which, IS NOT SUPER ACCURATE BECAUSE IT ONLY DOES THIN PEOPLE but u know

[...]

Is this the file you were asking that SI girl about?

Yes

;^;

Declan-

[...]

I'll be fine. I'm sure I was on other watch lists before.

I will however ask for more security knowing this. So, thank you for informing me.

;^;

I'm sorry

[...]

You didn't know. It's... Perhaps not "okay", but no grave concern yet. I spend so little time in Paris; I can't imagine their jurisdiction extends that far. And when it comes to safe, international networking, I have more faith in the System than I do in these five torches.

;^; Promise?

Promise.

... 😔

There's. Another thing.

Oh?

I'm gonna--

Idk

My fam here hates you. I think.

Hm. That is unfortunate.

Even though they don't even know you.

I know right????

I'm just like. Tired. And lonely. Again.

I miss you.

The apartment is still too empty, even with furniture, and. Chez is with Val mostly. Henry needs to train baby hunters, even though we're still here. I haven't seen Jackie in almost 2 months. Nero won't see me. I'm just

I don't want to be alone.

...

[...]

I'm sorry baby, just met the next humies

Eugh

I'm sorry you feel alone. That is more than undeserved, and... I wish I could be there for you, naturally. Would you like to call? Or is this you saying you want to leave Wales again? You could always come along on a trip~ The kine this time even share your demographic to an extent, and if you can feigh excitement for this meet-and-greet, you could easily blend in with them

;^;

I would like that 😭 at least until Jackie comes back

But idk if leaving again will make the Reeves sus

And if it does - let that be my concern. I'm sure Mr. Shah can be amicable in discussion, and isn't freedom the whole selling point of Anarch free states?

Would you like to join us? Transportation can be arranged by tomorrow night, if you like!

I

;^;

Yes

I miss you

I miss you too, baby

I wish for a quick daysleep for you, and we shall meet again soon.

Can I get a tour shirt

Of course. 🤍

Are you feeling any better?

Yes ;^;

I will at least

That is good to hear baby 🤍

We will talk soon, okay? Until then, goodnight.

Goodnifht ;^;

#I could have done this as 50 reblog #But #Laziness #And being conscientious about spamming the dash 😶 #ooc tags #drabble #???? #Does this count?? Idk

[brooklynislandgirl]

Headcanon meme - W - Witness

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Cory might be the only person who can truly understand when Beth says the most beautiful or the best thing she’s ever seen is the birth of another human being, or the passing of an elder in love and dignity. Each set of emotions is different from both a nurse’s standpoint and that of a casual observer but to her, there’s something extraordinary at the two very different and yet wholly natural points of life. If pressed for something more tangible, disheartened perhaps, she might speak of the sunsets that span the shape of O’ahu; Lanikai Beach, Ala Moana Beach park, the panoramic vantage of Koko Head, Makapu’u Lighthouse. There is more sea in her soul than earth, than blood or bone. And while she might find the foliage change in New England when autumn sets the woods ablaze in riotous colour, it is always to the sea she returns. What she wouldn’t say, because people might not understand quite the way she means it, though, is the first time she saw Andy in Walter Reed. Every ounce of grief, of misery, of loneliness and despair evaporated in a single instant, leaving her empty but in a good way. All that there was came in the form of animal instinct; she doesn’t remember running toward the side of the bed and sinking to her knees. How she could not quite understand the feel of his hand held within both of hers, clutched so desperately she maybe couldn’t actually feel him at all. He’d lost a leg. There were dozens of surgeries in his future. There were machines monitoring everything, drowning her in the steady hum and rasp and beep. But this was a miracle. Her brother, her other half, returned to her from beyond the shadow of death. Nothing else mattered, not even the weeks and months in the future where he would take his tremendous rage out against her. She cannot fathom how to put those feelings into words, and so the memory lives relentlessly uncategorised in the back of her mind. “I…uh….suppose…comin’ home aftah a long time gone?” Maybe she doesn’t answer the right question. Maybe she doesn’t need to. Again, Cory might be the only person who gets… it. “As f’ wha’ I might like see mos’ in my life? Well, we were suppose t’ go on grand tour. I’d like t’ still hike to da summit of Mt Kilimanjaro. See da glow worm caves down in Australia, but I don’ t’ink da bioluminescence is actually worms, but raddah some kine of plant decay. But still, I hear it’s absolutely beautiful, you know?” No mention of Hawai’i, nor of Ireland, though she has clear ties to both. A thoughtful pause as she purses her lips to one side. “Oooh, or catchin’ da Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow puttin’ on Swan Lake, Petah an’ da Wolf, Sleepin’ Beauty, or da Nutcracker.” She doesn’t mention seeing her mom, or reconciling with the Admiral, because for all that Beth is fanciful, she isn’t actually certain that she even cares about her parents any more, not the way she used to when she was young and didn’t understand exactly why they’d thrown her away as they had. “Mebbe jus’... everyone I know t’ be happy. Dat would be enough.” She smiles faintly then tilts her head to one side. “Wha’ bout you?”

#Mahalo!Cory <333 #She's Talking to Angels {Bethisms} #Making Wishes on Passing Cars|Answered Asks

[morethanonepage]

1, 2, and 11 for the ask game! I'm super curious! :D

1. what's the fic youre most proud of?

talked about here, but i'm also going to put in a good word for a strong enough foundation, because it was gen so i knew it wasn't going to get as much readership, but i still wrote/finished it and still let myself get WAY more personal/self-inserty than i usually do when writing fic. like i'm usually way more subtle about kining w characters but here it was way more obvious (perhaps only to me until i told everyone about it LOL).

2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

oh man a real blast from the past from my Les Mis days, The Weight of Us. Which was for a fic exchange:

So basically, some dubious consent between Madeleine and Javert, even to the bordering of non con. (Depending on how far the filler wants to take this.)However, the catch is this. Throughout the whole thing, Madeleine is being really soothing, really “kind” and supportive, but firmly, firmly insistent. He continues to do this until Javert is overwhelmed and weepy, and Madeleine remains hushy and comforting. Because Creepy!Comforting!Madeleine everyone. Rating can be anything, and the content doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Just Madeleine as a charitable and yet deeply manipulative coercer.

because i made the PHENOMENALLY dumb decision to write it from valjean's POV, meaning, i was writing dub/non-con from the point of view of the person -- doing it.

i think it's a good fic. i think the writing is also pretty high quality (i got some really nice comments about it, even specifically from the original prompter. if you go and read the comments you'll see my embarrassing flailing about it). but yeesh. i still don't know how i did it -- i think a part of me was responding to the -- actual inherent ugliness of valvert a ship? like no doubt i DO ship it, still, and it's an interesting dynamic for me, still, and in their old age (in the post-seine everybody lives version) i think javert and valjean COULD be good for each other, COULD save each other, etc, etc, etc.

but the fact remains that javert represents (CANONICALLY) the institutional injustice and oppression that straight up ruins valjean's life. like it's at least somewhat clear (in the book/better adaptations) that he isn't sadistic, but he also just does not care about hurting other people if he thinks they're guilty.

so yeah. it's troubling to me, on some level. and for valjean to forgive him is also, on some level, rankles me. like it's a theme of the book that valjean IS a good person, that by the end on some level he has come to understand at least sort of why javert is the way he is and doesn't hate him for it but on the other hand like. maybe he should??

idk. it's the kind of tension that i find appealing in a ship, while fully understanding why other people wouldn't like it. (tho most people who don't like valvert just uh. don't care about the old mens fucking when there are cute interchangeable revolutionaries to throw together).

but anyway. i justified the POV and the actions and the whole thing of that fic also on the level of, the book is ALSO fairly clear that m-sur-m valjean ISN'T the best version of himself yet -- it's not until he sacrifices his life to make sure an innocent man goes free AND saves Cossette that he's fully formed as Basically A Saint. so that was a timeframe where he could be a little bit more of a jerk, a little more angry at javert, a lot more willing to mess with him.

i still didn't feel great about it tho.

11. Has a fic you’ve written ever caused issues/controversy?

i mean not CONTROVERSY (that i know of lol) but i have, like most fic writers who have been doing this since the LJ days or before (i was never on fanfic dot net but one hears things), gotten my share of comments i found upsetting, ranging from complaints about:

this ship isn't canon, why are you writing it???*

this situation is an alternate universe, WHAT is the point of that????*

why are you glorifying the US military, it's BAD**

the ending to this fic is unearned, Character A is TOO MEAN to Character B, they shouldn't've ended up together***

the ending to this fic is unearned, Character B is TOO MEAN to Character A and never apologizes, they shouldn't've ended up together***

*these were both going back to my Heroes writing days. so that was the first fandom i wrote for! what fun new things i learned about putting your very personal writing out into the internet to be judged. has this stopped me from judging other people's very personal writing? absolutely not but then again i don't leave mean comments about it. on the fics themselves anyway.

**i will give the commenter the US military one BUT i will also say i was writing characters who, i believe, in that situation, would see at least some of what the military did/offered to be good thing. so. that doesn't mean it's my opinion but it's an opinion held by a lot of people and depiction doesn't equal endorsement etc etc.

***obviously these were on the same story lmfaoooo. so i actually found that comforting, bc they like -- cancelled each other out, in my mind.

#deep fic writer asks

[bewitchingbaker]

Beth spends a whole five minutes looking Chris up and down, wearing the face she does when she's doing complicated maths or science in her head, dizzying intellect taking over her softer features. And then, when she comes to her conclusion, she smiles. "Givin' ya eight-point-seventy-t'ree. You cook, you're sweet, you're handsome, you're intelligent. Amazin' taste in music an' clothes. But given dat we no have...uh...yet...no can offah ya full marks, ya know?" {{8.75 out of 10 Hawtness}}

The baker's focus was on two important things. First, the small pile of dishes from their dinner. A vegeterian spin on Abuela's Jackfruit Lechona with Crispy Peas, prepared by Chris. He remembered her reservations about regarding the consumption of meat and found an alternative way to make a hearty meal for the both of them.

Second, the focused look on Beth's face. Even after all these years, that look of concentation would make him smile. Growing up, the baker would always say Beth was the scientist and mathmetician between them. While he could figure out how to write attention grabbing figures, those damn calculations often left him confused.

Soft brown hues then turned their attention towards the nurse, an small inquisitive tilt of his head following. Aft first he was a little thrown off by the number. Only somewhat expecting an exact number as she was always knack for mathmatics compared to him.

"8.73?"

But as the compliments began, the all too familar red hue founds its ways to his cheeks. There weren't any secrets between Beth and Chris (though he did hide the small sketchbooks filled with drawings of her pretty well hidden) but she was well aware of his slight image issues. Maybe some insecurities regarding his intelligence.

It wasn't that long ago that the baker was a tiny child who grew in height during his adolescence. The second he turned 14, he began to fill out. Those once twigs that he called arms gained mass that matched his thighs and gave him a soft tummy that he once hated. But then he remembers Beth showing him videos of the Merrie Monarch Men. Seeing a group of men who looked like him move in such a graceful manner brought a smile to his young face.

"would you say same kine 'bout my Kanaka?" "den why would you say dat about yaself? You're beautiful how you are."

A bashful chuckle escaped his lips.

"Why thank ya, mi amor," Chris grins. "I'm glad ya think I'm a sweetie with a good sense of fashion. I can't take all the credit for that cause I just copied fits I found in Jess's magazines. I personally think you're a 20 out of 10 in my eyes."

That blush grows a bit.

"So would I get a 10 if we had sex?"

[ @brooklynislandgirl ]

#brooklynislandgirl #ic #lovinspoonful!Verse #Dance Until Dawn: Chris and Beth

[sunlessea]

“ i can’t sleep. ” + (comfort) -> silas and winter.

he hasn't been sleeping much, either — and he suspects their reasoning is vastly different. no shock is it, then, when winter is there at his beck and call, as he always has been these weeks at zee. the moment he heard gentle knocks on the metal of his door, he sighed and raised from his desk as if he'd expected it. at that point, he didn't even know why they bothered with the fanfare. wouldn't it be easier, he'd lamented, for him to just give in and come to bed with him to begin with. he'd opened the door with little enthusiasm, his own exhaustion purely mental, taxing as being at zee could be, especially with someone near constantly putting them on the brink of death. but least when they're beneath the waves, crawling along the depths of the ocean's floors, it is so deathly quiet.

except, of course, the quiet and uncharacteristically nervous pleading of the man who'd been standing at his room's threshold. he'd barely gotten the damn thing open before silas had stepped inside, without being fully welcomed, and planted himself at his side. well. he'd probably fallen into routine, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. silas is starting to ignore it less. he'd noticed, of course. as the captain, it's his job to.

falling into bed with him the longer this went on had become uncomfortably more natural, less often for the purpose of lascivious exchanges to distract him with the lewd { though they certainly still found their time for it, on the nights it helped him to forget entirely } and more for the sake of comforting him. his own heart screams, dead and unbeating, but terrified of the intimacy this introduces to the two of them, twisting in his chest like a venom until he feels sick to his stomach. but he has no choice, spurned by the gods at zee for the nightmare and terror that silas has brought to his crew, yet remaining a notable figure they cannot simply leave to rot at the bottom of the zeebed. and so he coddles him, knowingly, pulling back his sheets and dimming the candles that give blush to his skin during what must be the day, though no sun could poke through to them even if it still yet shone in the neath this many leagues under the water.

sometimes even his company, though, is not quite enough. he is a light sleeper by manner of the very creature he is. silas's hand brushes his face first, he thinks, before it trails along his throat and settles at his shoulder where he shakes him awake. he squints into the darkness at first, where the last flames of the candles he'd left burning had long dissipated and left them with no glow at all. he can see perfectly fine without the light, but it's the chill of his own flesh that unsettles him, glaringly obvious when a kine has his own hand, burning hot against his suddenly colorless arm. he is less a person and more a corpse, these times of night, when he groans and sits up, lets his hair veering more white than blonde fall over his shoulder where the ribbon had long untied and fallen out somewhere in his tossing and turning.

he parts his lips, fangs bared in subtle yawn as he closes one eye, watching silas with the other, but he still falls in on himself a bit, positively gray as he reaches over to light another candle by his bedside. a regular one, of course. there's not even a point wasting the magic, when they're like this. there's nothing he can do about it. irons forgive him his transgressions against the very masquerade he'd helped pen.

"evidently," he drawls, not quite scowling, but exasperated. he'd been woken up already when he'd felt him tossing, but figured he may as well wait for him to acknowledge it himself when he woke up. he doesn't think silas realizes he'd felt his hand wandering. he doesn't think he's going to admit that he did, either. "what do you want me to do about it?" because he knows that there will be something. some plea or batting of his eyelashes, but he doubts, for once in his life, that silas is trying to be all that manipulative. he's scared, however strange it has been to witness. but where he cannot hold himself together, winter himself is an ever-strong pillar, an immovable object against the force of the zee. he isn't scared of anything, save for the delusion of a heartbeat.

he waits, expectant, because he knows. he's not even sure why he makes him say it, ask it of him. once he'd have thought it a move of pride, but here when it's just the two of them buried deep in the depths of the dark with nothing to prove to anyone but themselves ... he doesn't have an explanation for why, when silas practically begs him to hold him, it is such a compelling notion. perhaps it is the humanity of it, so addictive to kindred because it is something they have lost. but he isn't sure, and he cannot ask. he sees telltale signs that the other may start rambling, and sighing heavily, he pushes his own thoughts aside and reaches out, wrapping his stone cold arm around his shoulders. "just shut up and come here."

he collapses back into the bed, pulling silas down along with him. it ends with him half 'pon his back, his company all but sprawled atop his shoulders, but he pays it no further thought. his arms wrap around him, one at his waist and the other against the middle of his back. it's loose enough that he retains his comfort, but tight enough to keep the other steady against him. closing his eyes, he tries not to think about the silence that silas will hear, ear pressed against his chest : with the candles having burnt out, there is no safety net to falsify his humanity or illusion a blood flow, a heart beat. he trusts him not to say anything, because that would be as blatant as him admitting that he was looking for his heart to begin with.

"forget whatever you were dreaming about. everything is fine." blissfully quiet was the zee tonight. he would take salt's blessings, where they are spared. "go back to sleep, silas." he does not even feign a breath, and there is no rise and fall to his chest. but he does let him shift further up in his arms, press his face to the crook of his neck, and wrap his own arms around him, too. winter's head lulls to the side until his lips naturally brush his temple, resting atop silas's own, and though he sighs, he does not say anything more. he moves the hand 'pon his back further up, curling his fingers into his hair. so be it.

#londonfallen #i gave up on formatting gn #` ✞ winter. ⁞ you can’t love anyone‚ because that would mean you have a heart. #` ✞ silas & winter. ⁞ noyer dans un soupire‚ reste à mes cotés... jai pu sentir son cœur vibrer à cent à l'heure.

[libidomechanica]

Among the bugles call; for on the praise

Began to bloat and purple footcloth, lay the seer.     On which I have shunn’d the while the young or old: the canker live those powers and there beams     that rauishing his she prayed the glad sounds

divine lecture read: that skims, or disordered branches     the seal is set, Next Camus, revels, reader! A God, as a chosen food to feed     where he embark’d, and had not contented?

Nothings, their tiptop nothing grew wild; and be     at rest but still voice of me. And some quiet cave to muse in Ruin, and with a root     to the though when her the Pilgrim of

days outworn, when he saw hypocrite at least I’ll     tell you; found at least, to stake out the hand you relax the ants, thou dost pine for one month’s     frost to flaunt, to dream, I plotted by

Bacchus of all senses clear, and move, unless     omission, which when known, thou pointed to trial: each disclaimed the gray mocker, comes to wonder     flie, o ease your fellow passengers

are almost with forward drew my burthen from his     place was heard in the garden rails. Alas, if Fancie, drawn onward stream. Till then not shew my     bliss: fie, pleased to great, tis night, and the

passing through a white; and white fingered till now,—death’s     dateless night to raise, when the billows ony saucy jacks so happy reign: so slowly     grows never know your father the

court of her teens; and yet t is in vain; not five     yards around me, and poison—oh! Wiser than a glow, and the dreary mountain-top—the     sun. At his right decision of the

light upon her bosom burns bright staves of Destiny     convuls’d clenched in thy bright that dark rain: yet it may veil.—Sad dogs! Scarce had some quiet     air O truant Muse, what need their story

strain, to drag it to a coarser place. And turbans.     There was all, at any Cost stript of this even breast. She sits, but pity and its     Music shall burn upon the throes of

wind, deepening then—he too became. Lashed from the outside     the though he were to an evening his upturned her fabric of mi skirt, just off     yon cape of treason, and made him to

his arm or legs. Or emptied on’t a black dull-gurgling     wave mid-channels of you; I babbled for in their shore until we fill—we fill! I     love their heels but fit to flower, until

Death in this cumbrous flesh, from Káf to Káf reach’d     the which he climate, stopp’d all scarce uplift the voices were their endless emerald. Lattice,     I would not be long, or to keep

the magic ploughs furrow’d deep water-land of Dutchmen     and sober’d morning, to put this time stars, whom daily helpe I craue, may get no almes,     but as wide eye and to his long

lover, fair friends what was real, or ideal,—for both     arrive before the answer’d the pointed to stir?—Unfolded too, and widening noon     with me and gems and living Might, exhaled,

and ripe-ear’d hopes of her monstrous seas, in fact,     the Cross, his penny pelf, and of mountain- top, can this blessed wood where began to move, that     supreme; if there like a housekeeper,

brings, that giant’s arm I’ll behold! But as the apron.     Tis nought we know, since, it grew dim, drew quiet would tell her, wake and weep a true woman     simply did reply, twas worth knowing

it, that our Sexe, and who keeping kine, couched in     his Reign A Sage, who find faultering wheel. He wrote that eye doth make men at once thoughts, sold     cheare her face they put it is, I hold

hand, of foot, of lips: but, as the daunce euen?—And fast,     while down to teach the abode where lives a lassie, O. Among the bugle’s call; for on     the praise? I turned the moon or ladies.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #191 texts #ballad

[simsdrymming]

Kine Dairy Society-Round 1-Strangertown

Sara: it’s over Sinjin! I heard what you said in your meeting with Koby!

Sinjin: Listen to me Sara Starr. I am the owner of your contract and i am the one running this farm. You will do as i say and you will do it happily. And if you dare turn your comrades against me one moment i will fuck you up so hard and you cannot even file for complaint. Because unless you were to be wedded by a person from outside this farm, you will remain under my custody.

Sara: you can’t do this! Why are you doing this!

Sinjin: i am the God of this farm. And you are all my subjects. For your little act of defiance, all you’re going to get now is a bad rumor spread about you, trying to sexually assault one of your comrades.

Sara: this isn’t over Sinjin!

Bull: Sara, are you okay my Dear? Sara: Oh Bull, i don’t know how the others are ever going to believe us! We’re going to be prisoners for ever! Bull: Calm down angel, it will be okay. Sara: Do you know what it means? We’re going to have to marry to leave! This means you and i are a dead road! Bull: Don’t say that! We’ll manage to find our ways back. And even if we don’t, I’ve had a good life. You’re young and beautiful i don’t want you to lose yours…

And Sinjin Balan stuck to his word. Sara was left to the mercy of her town. Milk was thrown in her face when she was the waitress, cashier, or delivery woman. Shit was not going well at all.

It wasn’t long before Marie started getting forbidden feelings for her coworker Rick Wong, and who else to go to other than her shunned friend Sara?

Sara: you look like you’ve seen a ghost? Marie: I wish! I feel like a ghost! I’ve grown this feeling in my stomach for Rick and it’s snowballing. I can’t seem to make it stop and it won’t go away. The Cattle Gods guard us, this is a disaster! I can’t have Sinjin find out! Sara: And you’re coming to me because? We’re not even friends at this point Marie. You weren’t there for me when Sinjin ran my reputation to the ground! Marie: and i will never live this down but you’ve got to help me! Didn’t you say you wanted to be a leader at some point? Wouldn’t a leader guide and protect his herd? Sara: Hmm i guess i could help you out. Come to me at midnight in the barn zone and i will sing you some hymns to release your spirit’s sins

It was true. At some point, before it all made sense, Sara wanted to succeed Sinjin as Cult Leader. Now she just wants out, and she will take as many people as she can with her.

The next morning , Marie walks into the assembly room feeling relaxed and ready to face on the day. Until she comes face to face with Rick, look forward as if nothing between them had been occuring. She decided to take the seat behind him.

On the podium, Yeva was begging yet again for a singing role in the new commercial:

Yeva: Sinjan please i need this break! We could combine my talent and yours to make this empire even stronger! Sinjin: Miss Comonova, i cannot go forth with this proposition, we’ve talked about this time and time again!

Marie saw no sense in this decision. Sinjin always said no because he took the important decisions. But what was so bad about one of his divine followers taking a role in the empire of the great Cow? It could bring forth more followers!

Marie raised her hand and stood: Sinjin, Sir! I think it’s a wonderful idea for Yeva to follow her dreams. All she’s been doing is scribbling signatures in her notebook while trying to get her voice to the perfect pitch of our Kine Ballad! Sinjin: Marie? You’re one to rarely speak up? Marie: Sorry sir, i just thought it would be good for Yeva. She’d be much more enthusiastic during work don’t you think? Sinjin: Let me think about that and I’ll get back to Yeva in private.

Bull seemed more and more upset with the outcome of his life. He had sent out Sara in secret to run errands in hopes she would charm someone at the market. As if one meeting would be enough? So he sent her out on more and more. Every visit to the outside for supplies would have to include her. But he couldn’t help wishing she met nobody every time she came back. And that made him feel like crap.

Sinjin: Yeva, now that I’ve got you alone, i would like to know if you’ve been hearing anything unusual among the herd? Anything anarchist and against our movement? Yeva: not really Sinjin sir. Other than the fact that you and Sara aren’t getting along much, i couldn’t imagine what it could be? I will pray to the Holy Cow tonight for you. Sinjin: Thank you Yeva. That will be all. Yeva: What about my song? Sinjin: Oh that! The Holy Cow wants you to offer it your love. Yeva: But i do that every night! Sinjin: She wants you offering that love through me, as Her channel. Yeva: Oh… I… i don’t know… Sinjin: Think about that. And if you decide to go through with it i left you a little something on your bench. To help please the Holy Cow.

And Yeva did end up going to Sinjins quarters to please her Deity and get her blessings. But within her she felt nasty and used.

Sinjin: Sara! Get in here! Who is that?! What are you doing out there with him? Sara: you mean Deputy Duncan? He’s my friend! I don’t suppose we’re not allowed friends now, are we? Sinjin: You want to play nasty you little bitch i will show you nasty. Get in costume and get to work. If i see this guy on our lot again i will burn him to the ground and i will make you clean it up. Sara: you wouldn’t dare!

Sinjin grabs her arm harshly as Deputy Duncan looks back at her in fear. Fear of her fate? Fear of her sponsor? Fear of this home of mysteries?

She was locked away for the rest of the week in one of the cow stalls in the assembly room. Nobody but poor Bull snuck her any meals. She was forced to milk the cows until they kicked her. And kicked her they did. An unimaginable revenge grew in her mind. She was going to destroy Sinjin.

Duncan: Hi Marie, your tag says Marie. Is your boss here? Marie: No Sinjin is out for the day. Duncan: I’m here to see Sara if possible? Marie: Sara is being punished. She’s not allowed at the front of the store anymore! Duncan: could you possibly lead me to her? Or tell her I’m here? Marie: I’m not sure i can Mr Duncan. Maybe you should leave, i don’t want to get in trouble! Duncan: i beg of you Marie, just 5 minutes! Wouldn’t you wish for 5 min with your special person?

Marie remembered Sara helping her out with Rick. Or trying to at least. It wasn’t their faults for developping feelings they couldn’t control… was this why she and Sinjin had a falling out? Sara tried helping her so she would repay the favor. If these feelings were so impure, the Holy Cow would have to strike them down. But it would have to be later because Marie had already taken her decision.

Marie: Okay I’ll call her out.

Sara ran into Duncans arms, dressed in white pajamas. To think of it he had never seen her in anything other than white.

Sara: Deputy! You came back! Duncan: i couldn’t stay away Sara, not after what i had last seen go down! What happened! Why are you still here? Sara: it’s not like i have much of a choice darling. I’m captive to his schemes… Duncan: let me help you! Sara: you can! I need you to come spend time with me more often. Keep me company. Duncan: that’s all you need? Company? Sara: for now. Until we think of something together…

But Sara already had it all mapped out. She just needed Deputy Duncan to fall in love with her and save her from this misery.

Bull: Sara, you decided to honor me with your time? Wouldn’t that upset your beloved puppet? Sara: You mean Deputy Duncan? I thought you were okay with this! I thought you wanted me to do this! Encouraged me to pursue my life? Bull: i didn’t expect it to hurt so much is all. I didn’t expect to love you so much. Tell me you love me at least still! Sara: Bull, I… Bull: Just tell me you love me and make me a happy man once more i beg of you! Sara: Bull i would never lie to you- Bull: You don’t love me anymore? Sara: Bull… i never did! I had feelings for you and you were always a dear friend to me but i never told you i loved you! Bull: So I’ve been living a delusion? That you’d have me as your lover even beyond marriage? I was willing to share a woman who never saw me as more than a means to an end. Sara: Don’t say that! I thought i was doing this to start a chain reaction for all of us! Bull: well then don’t let me stand in your way, Sara dear. Get on with it.

Yeva meanwhile had trouble of her own. She was breeding grounds to the devil’s son. She didn’t feel like a mother. She felt like a tool. Sinjin kept bringing in Yeva night after night, filling her with the Holy love of the Cow above till she could no longer hold her head awake. It was soon enough that the poor thing fell pregnant with the monster’s child.

Yeva knew about Sara’s lover. She knew he kept coming around. They all did. But nobody said anything. I think they were all just scared of what Sinjin could do to Sara.

But Yeva knew it was more than just a lustful adventure, because Bull and Sara were inseparable and now they don’t talk. Yet Bull seems to be the one who keeps sitting next to Sara during assembly, holding her hand when Sinjin yells and insults her.

It was when Sinjin told her that her Ballad was cancelled with a straight face that she wanted to strangle the Holy Cow’s vessle. But it was when he told her to come show the Holy Cow more love for forgiveness that she broke. She took what was left of her dignity and her big belly to the bathroom to finish the job the Holy Cow couldn’t.

Kristina Love found the love of her life sprawled on the bathroom floor with pills in her hand.

After a lot of pumping and shoving her fingers down Yeva’s throat that she managed to free her from her slumber and help her clean up before putting her in bed.

Before the birth of his son, Sinjin took a trip. So Kline Society was having a blast.

Deputy was over more often, Yeva and Kristine grew closer and closer, Marie and Rick gave up sneaking around, and Sara threw off her white clothes in Rebellion.

Maybe everyone was growing to reject Sinjin and the rules of the Holy Cow, but none of the others had it in them to take it like Sara did. But she’ll show them the way to actual light. The light of the real world.

The time for Yeva to deliver was growing closer, and she wasn’t sure if it was her hormones raging, or Kristine constantly hovering over her, but she wasn’t okay. Sinjin would barely leave her alone, and she stays awake all night looking at the sky in hopes it would swallow her whole.

One night, She felt her baby kick. Some sort of maternal instinct kicked in. She didn’t want this baby to go with her. She wanted it to have a better chance. She needed to get rid of Sinjin.

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[kyovtani]

You know how you should like ‘warm up’ your throat before deepthroating/trying to take a dick? I always find it much easier to do w my fingers and I feel like oikawa would LOVE it? Like he wants sloppy toppy and he’s ready and willing to help make it happen. He wouldn’t let you close your mouth, so before his dicks even been in your mouth you’d have drool down your chin and dripping onto your tits (tell me he wouldn’t die to tittyfuck the mess he made) and I just think thats neat of him

nonie what have you done- this is so messy and there's so much spit and just....you understood the assignment. let me deliver and hope i do your idea justice ❤️‍🩹

— cw: fem reader, spit...a LOT of it. like- pussy, tits, face, mouth, basically everwhere. light mean dom!oikawa, daddy kink, face grabbing, mentions of tiddy fucking and facial, finger sucking, mentions of messy oral (m.receiving), gagging and choking (WOW)

to oikawa, there's just something so calming about seeing the way you part your lips and stick your tongue out whenever you come to kneel down in front of him.

he doesn't really understand why he loves it so much, maybe because at this point he doesn't have to say anything for you to ibey his silent order or maybe because you have this certain kind of excitement gleaming in your beautiful eyes, but it never fails to make his heart beat just a tiny bit faster.

seconds and even minutes pass by until oikawa stops staring at your parted lips; the muscle on your tongue twitching the longer you have it sticked out and a line of drool finding its way down your chin as you fail to keep it inside of your mouth.

and it's that particular sight which makes his head spin, easily pushing him deeper into his sweet haze of pleasure as he pushes two of his long, slim fingers onto your tongue and attentively watches your reaction.

"you're so messy, princess", he sighs and pushes his fingers just a little bit deeper into your mouth, knowing he's trained you well and that you won't give into the urge to suck on the digits.

you let out a row of soft whimpers and try to shift your whole focus onto relaxing your throat for him to make it easier for the both of you.

oikawa has always loved properly preparing you for his cock, which usually includes a lot of spit and...it doesn't matter which hole. when he's taking care of your pretty mouth, it's your own saliva he uses to make a mess of you and when he's comfortably seated in between your legs, your sopping wet cunt on full display for his hungry eyes, he always makes sure to keep you as wet as possible by spitting on your little clit and in your tiny hole every time he makes you cum on his face.

you can tell that he's also thinking about all the times he had you spit into his mouth only for him to let it drip back onto your beautiful tits; the sight of your beautiful skin and your perked nipples shining and basically begging to be fucked never once leaving his mind.

and as he pushes his finger further into your mouth, you feel yourself drooling all over his hand and down your neck, his response to your little gags a simple yet deep grunt which has your cunt clenching in despair and suddenly the feeling of your panties sticking to your wet folds has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

you never expected yourself to get this worked up from having fingers down your throat but you know it's because they're oikawa tooru's fingers thrusting into your mouth and preparing you for him.

once your little whimpers and gags get louder, your whole body slowly overheating from aml the arousal rushing through your veins, oikawa slowly pulls his hand away from your face, a sweet blush covering the apples of his cheeks as his plump lips stretch into a satisfied smile.

"you've made such a mess of yourself, baby", he sighs again, cocking his head to the side before he lets his eyes roam the kines of drool running down his and all the way down his arm, "now i want you to be a good girl for daddy and get even messier with my cock, yeah? do you think you can do that?"

without even overthinking his request, you start nodding your head, your fingers digging into his thick thighs and you gulp harshly at the thought of his cock down your throat.

but oikawa doesn't seem happy with your response; he just rolls his eyes and harshly grabs your face before he pulls you closer to himself and watches the way you involuntarily part your lips again.

and would it really be oikawa if he didn't take that opportunity? of course it wouldn't.

which is why you know exactly what to expect when he pulls away a little and lets a thick drop of his sit fall into your mouth; the way his taste finally coats the muscle of your tongue leaves you lightheaded and if it wasn't for his grip on your face tightening, you would have lost yourself.

"now now, princess", he grunts, gently letting go of your face before he wraps his wet fingers around your throat and chuckles at the way you gasp for air, "you better use your big girl words for me or you won't have any of your holes fucked tonight."

"yes, daddy", you reply breathlessly, "i p-promise i will be just as messy with your cock."

upon hearing your words, oukawa nods and lets go of your throat, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before he finally gets to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock.

and when he finally leans back and gives you another affirmative nod, you nervously wrap your fingers around his big cock and quickly pull the tip into four mouth; the tiny beads of precum way too delicious for you to let them go to waste and it doesn't take long for you to get greedy.

oikawa usually likes to monitor the movements of your head, but this time he just wants you to fet messy and make him feel good; he knows you've got this.

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