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Do you have any thoughts on Astarion and Halsin going from like, metamours who aren’t especially close to lovers because I think there is a lot of potential for something really sweet there lol idk
I read, and am just realizing did the worst thing by closing the tab before kudos and commenting, and INCREDIBLE smutty, smutty fanfic about the very moment this begins happening for Astarion and Halsin.Its by @vixstarria and Vix, please do feel free to link it here, Iv'e lost it heh. It has a named Drow fem Tav in the middle of a very delightful and explicit Halsin/Astarion sandwich.
That being said, here are my thoughts!
Astarion states that he is okay with Halsin because the druid is special. How so? Well, Wood Elves are polyamorous by nature and Astarion seems well aware of how they function, and knows that Halsin has 350 years of experience with consent and communication. So they start off on a very... almost professionally amiable standing with one another. Its very obvious that they havent gotten to know each other well or bonded at all by the time that Tav begins the Hinge dynamic, but they they very soon begin to be in each others space simply via both wanting to be near/with Tav.
Halsin is intuitive, smart, careful, considerate, compassionate. At first, Astarion is going to find this annoying to an eye rolling degree. However, he would be surprised that all of his teasing is met with eye-twinkling humor from Halsin
Any harsh remarks roll off the druid like water on a ducks back, and Astarion finds himself effectively de-fanged (at least verbally) in fairly short order. He also fails at any attempt to remove /himself/ in sassy ways, as Halsin pre-empts any outburst and bows out of situations in favor of letting Astarion in.
With nothing to rail against, Astarion is given the space to simply adjust. In canon, he states that he enjoys watching the PC and Halsin kiss, referring to it as a show. Eventually, I believe Halsin would ask /Tav/ about broaching the subject of including Astarion in their bedroom dynamics.
Said bedroom dynamics would begin completely separate. When tav is with Halsin, Astarion makes himself scarce. Same vice versa. This cannot go on forever, nor does Tav want it to. It is Tav, most likely, that shows some distress or discomfort about Halsin and Astarions dynamic, probably wanting to bed share, cuddle puddle, etc.
Halsin is the one to bridge the gap. He uses animal form to do so, removing any sexual undertones from the situation by wild shaping and placing himself respectfully on one side of Tav. It may be many weeks of this, but Astarion, Tav, and Halsin would begin to bed share in this manner.
during the day, Tav begins to share more overt physical affection with Halsin and Astarion while they are in each others company, and tries to leave Halsin and Astarion alone together more often as well. Halsin would make himself very physically available- oppen posture, standing close, warm eyes. He had always said "and some day, his participation", which mans he was always interested in including Astarion should the vampire wish it.
He would offer his blood to Astarion well before they share any sort of intimacy together. I believe Astarion would dance around the topic for a little while, but not long. The intimacy of being in Halsins lap would give them both the opportunity to figure out if theres a spark of compatibility between them, but it wouldnt become sexual.
One day, Tav initiates kisses/sensual touching with Astarion while Halsin is wild-shaped and in bed with them. Astarion would comment on it, Halsin would likely make an overt display of calm detachment. Hes going to be there unless asked to leave, but Tav wants him to stay, and Astarion allows it.
Halsin is internally screaming and very horny about it, but manages to stay still because he knows this is a tenuous situation.
Astarion ALWAYS acts like its not a big deal. Its Tav and Halsin that are more careful
I firmly believe their first kiss would be Halsin very "embarassingly" (in astarions opinion) asking directly for one. "May I kiss you?" this would be /after/ Astarion has boned Tav in front of him, or at least been fairly intimate. Astarion would also probably directly ask to watch Halsin and Tav together before this as well
Honestly... I think they would be alone when Halsin asks. I think he would express direct interest in turning it into a triangle and not a hinge, I think he would be very clear and soft and careful and Astarion would roll his eyes but the kiss would be... chaste. slow, soft. No wandering hands on Halsins part. Astarion breaks the intimacy by grabbing two fist fulls of his ass and squeezing.
I think it would take a lot longer than people may assume, it would be very gentle and sweet and require a lot of pre-navigation, but I do believe that should the Halsin/Tav/Astarion hinge continue post game, they would become a triad.
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cottonundiestf · 2 months
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Transformation Charm Game: Vix
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The temple doors open and Vix invokes the Fates!
I hadn't expected the realm of the Fates to be so easy to find, but the legends stated that the magic would be life-changing. Not that I hated my life or anything, but if there was something more to find here…I'd take it.
The slender, capable young pilot takes her place and the magic of the Fates sparks to life, filling the room…
[Suggestible]
…and you breathe the magic in like incense, feeling a warmth in your heart and mind. Your strong will is soothed by the spell, fading into an ever-present submissiveness.
You don't know what changed. But going forward, you exist in a state of almost hypnotic suggestibility. When people ask, tell, or demand of you to do something, you feel a deep need to comply.
Only, a moment later, it felt like I got something much more different than what I bargained for. As I breathed in the magic, I felt the drive that brought me here fade away, and my breathing grew a bit more relaxed as I looked around the chamber.
It's a shame you don't realize this is out of the ordinary; some people could take advantage of that level of compliance…
Ah well! A voice echoes in the temple. "You should stay… be a toy for the Fates to play with. How does that sound, Vix…?"
I couldn't help but smile, then, as I felt…acceptance, serenity, peacefulness. Like I didn't have to worry about anything anymore. And then there was a voice! I should stay? Why not? "That sounds like a good idea," I said in a soft, submissive voice.
You feel a warmth, like a little reward for complying with your new nature. The magic spins back to life, filling your head and spreading through you like a shiver…
[Secretary]
…as years of training, experience, and memories of training to become a pilot vanish. From your mind and from the past. Reality adjusts and you feel memories coming back to you.
You wanted to be a pilot, but you just couldn't cut it. It happens. You instead devoted yourself to secretarial work, and even got a job at the airline you used to work for a prestigious airline!
I blinked rather empty-mindedly as…well…my mind felt like it started to empty! A soft smile crossed my expression as I thought about my job. I had always wanted to fly, but I never seemed to be able to get my mind right for it…but I was lucky enough to still work with planes in a way! I got to be a secretary for a wonderful airline company, the very one I wanted to fly for!
You work under a rival pilot you always found obnoxious an impressive pilot who seems to thoroughly enjoy your willingness to do whatever he tells you to.
A little giggle escaped me as I thought about my boss. He was so annoy...wait no, that wasn't right. He was a wonderful boss! Handsome, smart, funny...and I always loved making him smile by following his instructions.
Even the clothes you wore to the temple suggest you came here from work, with a buttoned-up blouse and a pencil skirt. It seems short for work, but hey, boss' orders, right?
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Gently, I ran a hand down my pencil skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles that might've formed - I always wanted to look the best for work, and of course I had no issue adjusting my uniform as my wonderful boss asked for.
The Fates approve as well! The magic returns, forming small pink bubbles in the air…
[Tit-for-Tit]
…and float to you, landing softly on your chest. Instead of popping, they sink in past your blouse, making your skin tingle as the dice of Fate are rolled and you feel a heat as your chest starts to swell. Your modest B cups start expanding, straining your bra until hefty tit-flesh ends up spilling out of the cups. You might need to undo some buttons if you don't want to get strangled in your own clothes!
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I watch with anticipation as the magic forms into small pink bubbles. I had come here for some magic, and now I was finally getting to see some magic! Of course, I had no idea just how much magic had already been done on me, but that wasn't important.
As the pink bubbles landed on my chest, I sighed as I felt a heat start to grow there…before gasping as I felt my breasts start to expand. I couldn't help but smile giddily as I both felt the swelling with my hands, and craned my neck down to look at them.
That is, until I felt the pain of them starting to get compressed by my now-too-small bra and shirt. I quickly moved to unbutton two more buttons on my blouse, and I shifted my bra down slightly so that they'd at least have some room to breathe.
When the magics settle, you would guess you have a pair of Double Ds hanging heavy on your chest. This is going to demand some wardrobe adjustments when you return home… but at least you beam, knowing your boss won't be complaining about this particular change.
Still, the Fates have made you quite... well, top-heavy. The magic bubbles in the air wobble around, circling you as if it was inspecting you, until...
[Shelf Ass]
…that tingling, hot feeling returns, this time from behind you. Your tight bottom pulses, gaining more mas until you hear a RIIIIIP as your tight little pencil skirt gives way to the absolute cake of an ass you're developing.
I looked at the magic bubbles with a bit of interest, wondering if anything more was about to happen…before gasping as I felt that warm feeling that preceded the change once again. This time though, it came from my rear…and I blushed as I felt it start to get more and more thick, straining against my tight pencil skirt. Then I gasped as I felt it come to a head, and I heard my pencil skirt start to rip.
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In the corner of your eye, you see a mirror you don't remember being there before. You can see how much your silhouette has changed. You're packing so much ass, you're sure you could rest a glass on it and it like a shelf.
At least until you move, of course. This new ass loves to wobble and bounce when you move. You're also sure there's no way this thing isn't going to hang out of your skirts at work.
Immediately, I reached back to feel at my rear, blushing slightly as I glanced over to the mirror...wait, the mirror? That wasn't there before! But it definitely came in handy. Once again, I couldn't help but giggle as I examined myself from multiple angles, both my new boobies and my ass.
Think Mr. Andrews will mind?
With all the jiggling and wobbling...oh I knew Mr. Andrews would mind - in a good way! Of course, I'd probably have to custom fit some skirts...
You've become quite the bombshell beauty! But with your suggestible disposition, what if people in your life took advantage of that! The Fates summoned the last vestiges of magic for the day, taking the form of…
[Empty Contact List]
…a cell phone?
I was distracted from the mirror as a phone suddenly summoned itself to my hand. I guess the magic wanted me to have a new phone or something? My eyes focused on the screen to see that it was my contact list. Huh, well there were all the names I knew!
You see a contact list. Your contact list! You see a name of your roommate in coll—
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You thought you saw a name, but as more contacts vanish, you can't really remember connecting with anyone in college. You scroll further to your best—
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Were you always this shy, loner type? It's like you've never made lasting connections til now, beyond fam—
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Only…what names? I blinked and refocused to see that the name of my old roommate was gone…actually, no, why would I have my roommate's number saved? I never really clicked with her, or anyone else as far as I can recall. My contact list certainly reflected that as I moved to scroll…but then realized I didn't have anything to scroll.
This really has always been you, it seems. A shy orphan most people looked past. But that's why you're so loyal to your boss! He's really the one person who gives you the time of day. Sure, he can be condescending with how he commands you, but you are just happy to serve.
And with this new body, you're sure he'll have friends he'll want to introduce you to soon.
The only contacts in there were simple work contacts I often reached out to for my boss, and of course there was only one favorite contact - my wonderful boss. After all, I was an orphan, and I really didn't have many friends. I was so happy I found such a wonderful boss though…
Oh! Speaking of him! Mr. Andrews' name popped up on the screen, and I all too eagerly picked up. "Good afternoon, Mr. Andrews!" I said in a cheery voice, before listening to his requests. Just the usual - that he'd be back from a long flight that night, and he wanted me to meet him at the office bright and early the next morning with his usual order of coffee.
"Well of course, Mr. Andrews! I'll just be a little late, I need to get me some new clothes. You'll see tomorrow!" I replied with a giggle.
In some ways you left the temple with far less than you came in with, but if you don't remember the things you lost, do they really matter? At least you have a boss you'll do anything for and a body built to do anything for him. And maybe lifelong subservience to him is enough.
Go forth, be a good girl, and always do what you're told!
End.
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Shoutout to Vix for taking part in her own transformation and giving me the go-ahead to include her replies! (Also, "fighter pilot" wasn't really the kind of pilot we were aiming for, but it was the best google had for me!)
As always, I do these VERY occasionally in my Discord Server if you want to get a live sneak peek. (Fair warning, I'm still pretty behind on my wait list and have been known to go months between games.)
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drzootsuit · 1 year
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MOD EATER PIRATE! THE FINAL MOD EATER NPC! Captain Haley Bullywort, the feared dread pirate who's crew of ghouls and ghosts sails the ocean in-between planes on the frightful starship Galloween!
One of the most wanted star-pirates in the universe, Bullywort and his crew are responsible for sacking ships belonging to quite a few powerful people, but his high bounty belies the fact that he carries himself with a jolly and showman-like manner, and mainly targets particularly opulent-looking ships.
Ships like the Hyperlight Alice.
Captain Bullywort and his crew attempted to take the ship in an attack of opportunity, but found themselves on the receiving end of a beatdown from the ship's violent inhabitants. Bullywort himself was reduced to a severed jack o' lantern by Vix... but the pirates ended up being spared due to Vix considering the fight enjoyable and honorable.
Vix tried to coerce the candlelit captain to join the Alice's crew, because she thought he was cool, but while he greatly wanted to accept, in the end, his role as captain of his existing crew was more important.
But, due to their honorable duel and sparked friendship, Vix and Bullywort traded contact info. Even if he doesn't live on the Alice, he's an interesting thing out in the universe, and just maybe, he'll be a useful emergency contact someday!
Well, I guess I've finished all of the Terraria NPC's.
I started doing these at the beginning of this year, and in the time it took to finish all of them, we got episode one of mod eater out, and the next episode on it's way.
It's been a hell of a year, but I want to deeply thank everyone who's paid any attention to this project, and especially thank the Terraria community here on Tumblr. You're all wonderful artists and lovely people, and heading into the new year, I hope to be able to share lots more art with you all, and maybe even make proper friends instead of just living in my hermitous art cave. Is there a Tumblrarria discord?
Eh, whatever~. The thank you is the important part. And I really mean it. Thank you all, for being willing to care about my designs, my writing, and my weird remix of Terraria. It feels wonderful to see people genuinely enjoy my creative work~.
Happy holidays, and a very happy new year!
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eldritch-flower · 8 months
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Alt: The Waking — see here for trigger warnings
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A jingling cut out amongst a silence that had been interrupted until then only by the rasp of his laboured lungs, the organs forced by his disquieted brain to keep him alive. It was a full sound, jovial, rectifying the quiet and persuading his dismal thoughts to falter.
The temptation to follow it was jarring. 
Orville grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, and swung his legs up and off the mattress. His feet slapped the soft carpet, and vicious the sob it forced out of him was muffled by the fabric stuffed past bruised lips. 
The pillowed carcasses followed his every movement with eyes that were unnervingly human, glistening with moist films stretched over top. They stared at him knowing of his plight, mocking Orville’s feeble attempts to try as he in turn stared at the tall, menacing door that split the room in half. 
A door. He had never claimed to be smart, but Orville knew that doors lead places. Places like away, like home, like out this fucking room. 
He avoided the mirror planted conspicuously on the wall beside it. Orville didn’t go near the reflective silver; the idea of staring back at himself and seeing just what was causing his entire being to ache, what had become of him, stirred the muscle of his gut into an ill frenzy. His stomach failed to calm it’s nauseating churning as he continued to size up the door, watching it like some wild animal. 
It was simple, unembellished. It wasn’t even painted, although Orville guessed that the bronze handle might have been once. He could make out where the paint had flaked and been scratched away through rough and desperate actions; traces of vermilion and chipped keratin were unobtrusively splintered there, a stamp of despair. He pointedly refused to imagine what had caused someone to act in such a way, to imagine what had filled them with so much terror that they torn the nails from their fingers simply trying to turn the handle. Instead, he scooted along the bed and tried his best to ignore the spasming of his ribs as he did so.
His ankles hadn’t been tied - big mistake, Orville thought (and he couldn’t help but hear Jones’s voice as he did because the man would be all over this psycho shit). He took it as a sign of good will from whatever deity actually existed, forcing himself to stand despite how it pulled and chewed at his wobbling muscles. Then, thought occurred gently that maybe it wasn’t a sign. Maybe He hadn’t meant for Orville to be able to walk, maybe He had miscalculated just how much pain Orville Shepherd could take. 
He? Orville chased the thought, losing it in the opened floodgates of his mind. 
His knees shook, grinding gristle against bone as the man painstakingly limped forward. One foot dragged behind him, useless and twisted grotesquely, and Orville steadfastly ignored the sliver of unclean cartilage that had worked itself out of the wound and into the open like a poison (Orville was good at ignoring things. He had ignored his failing relationship with Maddie, and his parent’s hatred for him. His hatred for himself, too. And he’d ignored the way his kids moved on so quickly, flocking to Jones; the next best thing).
Orville all but fell into the door, pressing against its square, solid frame with bruised fingertips.  The wood rattled his being, expanding in,out,in,out. A thrumming of energy worked its way through the seams of the door and into his soul; a living, breathing entity. 
He moved his hand away, drawing it back to his side as he flexed his tingling fingers, and Orville considered what lay before him: Should he open it, trapped in apparent purgatory as he was? What if someone was stood behind it, waiting with an axe to finish the job they’d so crudely started? What if it was all just some game, some horrible, horrible game, and it was simply meant to give him a last spark of hope that would just as soon be distinguished?
Orville turned his sights back to the vixen, watched her snarl lifelessly. The fox hadn’t opened the door. The fox couldn’t.
He didn’t want to end up like the fox. 
He reached for the door again. The pretty jingling echoed from nowhere and everywhere, and Orville’s mind couldn’t understand it. It pulled at his brain like a long-lost memory before it dissolved into a mollified, hissing cackle. He glanced down, shivering. The hairs on his arms were stood to attention: A troop of soldiers upright on a bed of horripilation. Orville lay his palm against the bodily-warm handle, feeling the faint throb of a heartbeat that intermingled with the pulse beneath his skin. He swallowed, thick and dry, forcing spittle down his constricted throat, and twisted it. 
Orville didn’t know exactly what he’d been expecting to see as he pushed the door open. Nothing, maybe - just a blanket of dark, like the back of a closet. Or perhaps the continuation of whatever abode he had awoken within: red carpet hallways, serviceable torture rooms identical to his own. 
Instead, he found the Others. 
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the-monkey-ruler · 9 days
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Spark: A Space Adventure Spark (2017)
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Director: Aaron Woodley Screenwriter: Doug Hadders / Robert Reece Starring: Jessica Biel / Hilary Swank / Susan Sarandon / Jace Norman Genre: Animation / Adventure Country/Region of Production: South Korea / Canada Language: English Date: 2017-04-14 (USA) Duration: 90 minutes Also know as: Spark: A Space Tail IMDb: tt3228088 Type: Appropriation
Summary:
Set in a galaxy where anthropomorphic animal and aliens live together, Thirteen years ago, the evil primate General Zhong overthrew his noble brother to seize the throne of the planet Bana, using a spacetime anomaly known as "the slick", which has the ability to create black holes; slicks were made by a wild creature known as a space kraken. The black hole created from the slick partially destroyed Bana, and swallowed up many subjects. Among the few survivors were a monkey only a year old named Spark, a warrior fox named Vix, and a boar mechanic named Chunk.
In the present, Spark, Vix, Chunk and Spark's forgetful nanny bot, Bananny, secretly live on a shard used as a garbage dump, with Vix and Chunk leading insurgency missions against Zhong, although they constantly forbid Spark from coming along. One day, Spark intercepts an e-mail sent to Vix about a new mission, and decides to take the mission himself without her knowing. The e-mail leads to the Queen of Bana, whom Zhong still permits to live in the palace. After Spark infiltrates the palace and meets the Queen, she hands him a kraken-finder, which Zhong wants to use to find and recapture the space kraken in order to destroy another planet. Spark decides to use it to find the kraken himself; he tames the creature and brings it back to the garbage shard. But he then finds his home raided by Zhong's forces, who then capture both him and the kraken. Zhong forces the kraken to make a new slick into which he hurls Spark, Vix, Chunk and the entire garbage shard.
The trio discover that the slick is actually a wormhole that leads to a desert planet. Vix and Chunk get upset at Spark for causing Zhong to obtain the kraken, and then split up. Spark finds survivors of the first slick, living in the King's old flagship battle cruiser. The Captain of the flagship reveals that Spark is in fact the son of the King and Queen, who entrusted Vix and Chunk to hide and protect him. He also reveals that the King had actually died in an accident some years ago, but Spark has a vision of the King when he visits a memorial to him, and finds a special weapon made for the royal family. Spark then learns from the deceased King that his friends have been captured by giant mutated roaches. Spark, with the help of his father's spirit and his roach friend, Floyd, defeats the mutated roaches and rescues Vix and Chunk. Spark rallies Vix, Chunk, the Captain and his survivors to mount an attack on Zhong, and Chunk figures out a way to use technology to make a slick of their own. In the meantime, Zhong uses the space kraken to intimidate the rest of the galaxy.
The flagship and survivors return to Bana through their own slick, and ultimately defeat Zhong's forces after a prolonged battle. Spark personally rescues the queen from Zhong's own flagship, which gets critically damaged during the battle. Spark decides to rescue his "Uncle" Zhong as well, but the annoyed Queen then punches Zhong into the slick after he "begs" for forgiveness.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spark_(2016_film)
Link: https://myflixer.pw/watch-movie/spark-a-space-tail-56685.5407513
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endlessidol · 1 year
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titles for someone with relations to gemstones, foxes, and space? pronouns as well if possible! ^-^
uwaah i'm so sorry but the beloved alien is having great trouble with those titles at the moment ^^;; but lace would be more than happy 2 give pronouns!!!! 〜 PRNS !! 💎 gemstones ♡ dia/diamond, gem/gems (/gemstone), rare/rarity, ruby/rubys, rock/rocks, bleu/bleus, lapis/lazuli, spark/sparkle, glim/glam, peri/peridot, em/emerald 🦊 foxes ♡ kit/kits, jump/jumps, tail/tails, paw/paws, fox/foxes, pou/pounce, vix/vixelf, trick/tricks, sly/slys ☄️ space ♡ mar/mars, star/stars, moon/moons, astro/astros, space/spaces, gala/galaxy, orbit/orbits, cosmo/cosmos, stell/stellar, nova/novas, nebula/nebulas, lunar/lunars, solar/solars, sun/suns (/sunny), plan/planet, pluto/plutos
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mxanigel · 4 months
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I've been thinking about why I've been mentally struggling lately since, objectively, there's a lot of good in my life right now. Especially compared with this time last year and this time two years ago. It's not all good, but there's a lot of good.
One, there's the whole being goop aspect of the trauma recovery process. (I'm not giving myself enough grace on goopy days.)
Two, I've given more of myself than I had to give by supporting others, a reservoir that's lower than normal due to the many life happenings related to escaping a severely toxic work situation, and I'm in desperate need of recharging.
But three, I assumed that my struggle to make progress in BG3 was a result of the aforementioned recovery process. In hindsight, I think I've been, well, punishing myself for my slow progress. Because I've "fallen behind" everyone else. And now, whenever I play, I'm consumed with how far behind I am and how little progress I make during each play session. Rather than simply having fun.
That mindset has robbed me of the joy from following along Vix's chaotic journey and of the discovery elements of a first playthrough. To the point that I don't even start the game when I open Steam, that I'll avoid booting into Windows on my desktop so it's not even an option.
(I also fear playing the game "wrong," but that's a separate issue.)
Meanwhile, falling back into the Attack on Titan universe was something I did on my own. No external pressure. Just a hyperfixation that had lurked for years deciding that April 2023 was the perfect time for it to return (with a vengeance). It's a journey that I get to choose for myself, one that focuses on my blorbos and my beloved OC, one that will end in a shared happiness for the three of them.
There's an element of the familiar here, the comfort that stems from a return to a beloved universe. Umineko offers something similar, with the added fun of me knowing much more of the mystery than my spouse.
Maybe realizing this will help me return to a focus on the journey that only I can take in BG3 and bring back the spark I felt when I first flailed through the start of the game in early August.
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sadistikitteh · 4 months
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There's something mildly devastating when thinking of how writing brought comfort to me once, but now it feels like I have to to retain an audience...
And since this is a hobby, I know I need to step back and let it sit until that pressure fades, but I'm realizing it's started killing my eagerness to write like...I pushed myself to finish something and pushed myself into posting a fic too soon and...
idk.
I think I'm pretty much on hiatus unless I get that spark again, because I've definitely felt myself sidestep ygo fandom...lol maybe the excitement for the fnaf movie pushed me because I feel less pressured to create and maybe that's a good thing.
Except no there's Helluva Boss that I wanna remake old IZ OC's to insert into that world (...okay it'd be to torment Vix with the highest ranking demon I can see her going gaga over in possible future episodes lol) but also no pressure in THAT which...led me to the conclusion of why I'm veering off my base fandom.
As for personal stuff...yeah it's getting worse and I'm frustrated with that too. Mainly just not catching a break and realizing I have...maybe one or two people that share these adjacent fandoms and they don't talk to me much so...
Yeah. I guess...we'll see if I'm even still writing in 2024;;
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hoppingwooloo · 7 months
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🎂? [@vix-atease]
10 - 13 is the generally most common age group. Why? Because kid me loved the fact I was the same age as my protagonist back in elementary school and I believe that is a FUNDAMENTAL feeling to Pokemon in general.
Like nah fuck it send the 10 year olds out into the wild! It feels so fun as that 10 year old playing the game, knowing you're the same age as your character and getting to go on this amazing adventure as them! It sparks something in kids that I feel can't be achieved without making them that young!
Which is why I say that's the typical age.
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girrrr · 1 year
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made vix watch ruby sparks and at the end i was like "thoughts? feelings?" and he went "the..........." and then we just bursted out laughing
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vixwritesagain · 2 months
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i wish you knew how much you’ve impacted my life, my thoughts on sex and my sexuality, how much little sparks of joy you’ve brought into my life these past months with your writing and interactions <3
thank you for existing in our little corner of the world Vix, never change 🫶🏼
I will cry 😭❤️ you are the sweetest. thank you so much sweet angellllll.
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ao3feed-skystar · 4 months
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Transformers Animated: A Spark Of A New Destiny
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6alhroj by DiamondBlu3Fox This took time when it was before Megatron ambushed the Autobots repairment ship. Vix is with her sparkling, Ray blade. They were both gazing in the stars in a small window when something happened that made both lose each other. Words: 1097, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Transformers Animated (2007) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, F/F Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Hot Rod (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Jetstorm (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Sentinel Prime (Transformers), Ultra Magnus (Transformers), Alpha Trion (Transformers), Red Alert (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Elita One (Transformers), Yoketron (Transformers), Cliffjumper (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Omega Supreme (Transformers), Grimlock (Transformers), Snarl (Transformers), Swoop (Transformers), Wreck-Gar (Transformers), Megatron (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Lockdown (Transformers), Swindle (Transformers), Lugnut (Transformers), Strika (Transformers), Blackarachnia (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Ramjet (Transformers), Sunstorm (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Wasp (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Knock Out (Transformers), Breakdown (Transformers), Scrapper (Transformers), Mixmaster (Transformers), Laserbeak (Transformers), Ratbat (Transformers), Sari Sumdac, Isaac Sumdac, Autobot High Council, Decepticon Ship Nemesis (Transformers), Autobots (Transformers), Decepticons (Transformers), Cybertron Elite Guard, Sparklings (Transformers) Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Blitzwing/Bumblebee (Transformers), Lockdown/Swindle (Transformers), Lugnut/Strika (Transformers), Breakdown/Knock Out (Transformers), Jazz/Prowl (Transformers), Arcee/Ratchet (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Ultra Magnus, Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Blackarachnia/Slipstream (Transformers), Blurr/Shockwave (Transformers) Additional Tags: My First Fanfic, My First Work in This Fandom read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/6alhroj
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metamoonshots · 5 months
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romanwitchgirl · 11 months
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Act II
Word Count: 3,603
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~Helios’s POV~
As soon as I charged, the rest of my friends followed. Morta and Ash stayed calmly in place, but they were ready. Morta send a shockwave Vix’s way, but he knocked it away with a blast of wind. They engaged in magickal combat, slowly floating off the surface like they did the first time. Celestial was firing arrows in volleys, but most of them were knocked aside. Andromeda and I fought Ash. He had the most skill with a weapon I had ever seen and successfully fought off Andromeda and I alone. Andromeda kept on whirling around with her knives, both infused with her magick. Her eyes slightly glowed like a supernova, but they still couldn’t compare to Morta’s. I tried to push him down my whacking my two swords in any way I knew how, but nothing worked. One sword, parried it. Two swords, blocked it. Andromeda and I both went at him at the same time, he knocked one of Andromeda’s knives out of her grip before going after me. 
We fought for what felt like forever but was probably only a few minutes. Our swords clashed, creating a waterfall of sparks that rained down on the field around us. I tried to focus on the battle going on between Ash and I, but I kept looking to the side to see how my friends were doing. Celestial brought out a knife and started to help Andromeda distract Ash, but Morta trapped Celestial in a cage for the time being. I knew she could get out, but I was still worried. Andromeda was using her knife and magick to try and distract Ash, but she seemed to be looking up to the sky at Morta and Vix. 
Morta and Vix were a light show. Blue and white versus red and black. Shadow tendrils shot out of the Earth to get Vix, but he kept blocking them with air. He shot ice daggers at Morta, but none of them hit their mark. Since that didn’t work, he landed on the ground and formed two knives out of ice, and grabbed them. Morta landed in front of him, her eyes still aglow. She used her staff and they engaged in a one-on-one battle. Andromeda ran over to help Vix with her knives, picking up the one she lost along the way. She projected a star blast at Morta, but she put up a shield just in time. The star blast dissipated and Morta went after Andromeda instead of Vix. I could see a gleam in her eye like she had a plan. Morta pounded on Andromeda, the intent to kill. Ash caught on to this plan that I couldn’t find and left to go attack Andromeda as well. She was soon overwhelmed by Morta and Ash, the magick from Morta was too strong to fight off. Vix helped where he could, but he couldn’t get in close without being flung across the field. 
Andromeda was on the ground in seconds, her knives scattered. Morta had stepped aside and fought Vix again after realizing that Ash could handle Andromeda alone. I was too far away to help, and I was afraid that if I did things wouldn’t end out nicely for me. Since Andromeda had no weapon, Ash went in for the killing blow aiming his sword at her chest. Vix saw this and used the winds to propel himself forward, catching the blade before it could strike Andromeda in the chest. 
“VIX!” I yelled from across the field. 
His body was laying on the ground, blood pooling out of his chest. Ash had taken the sword out as soon as possible, letting him bleed out. Andromeda got up and cradled his head in her lap, the light fading from his eyes. Morta was nowhere to be found, so I couldn’t focus on that. Celestial was trying to get free out of her magick cage. I ran over to Vix and Andromeda, looking at my best friend dying before me.
Vix said his last words, “The most dangerous thing is to love.”
Andromeda cried over his death. In his last moments, he confessed his love to her, but he couldn’t be alive to have a relationship. Tears were streaming down our faces as Andromeda closed his eyes, laying him down on the grass. We were both filled with something more from his death. We were going to avenge it. 
Morta came back into sight a few moments later, not giving us time to pick up the broken pieces inside of us from watching our friend die. She focused on Andromeda, so I went back to my fight against Ash. We fought harder than we did before, my blade and energy fueled by anger and vengeance. Vix had died because of Ash, and I was going to make him pay. Celestial was still trapped, but almost free. She was using her magick to break through the cage. 
I spared a glance to see what Morta and Andromeda were up to. They were in a grueling battle of knives versus magick. Morta kept going after her, blow after blow, strike after strike. I turned my attention back to Ash. We fought like maniacs, blades crunching and crashing and sending shockwaves through the air. The metal collided with a bang and screech each time we deflected each other’s blows. I started to put my magick into my swords, each blade glowing with power. Ash’s eyes glowed for a moment and he disappeared from sight. I barely blocked his blow from behind me. He could shadow travel. 
“So, Morta’s not the only one that can use magick,” I confronted him between pants and blows.
“No, she’s not,” he growled through gritted teeth.
We pressed even harder against each other. Our blows got bigger and faster, getting more powerful by the second. We spun around the field, our bodies twisting and turning on our blades. We somehow got our way over to Andromeda and Morta, still in a standoff of magick and knives. Andromeda parried and blocked every shadow and magick blast that was thrown her way, fueled by Vix’s sacrifice. Her eyes were all white and her body was charged with magick. Her knives glowed like the stars in the sky, making a new sight for us to watch. 
Morta’s magick was strong, but Andromeda’s was made of revenge and sadness, two very strong emotions when used in the right way. They fought hard, sweat dripping off of their faces. Blow after blow was exchanged between the two. Morta parried her blows with her staff, shooting shadow after shadow at Andromeda. She held her knives so hard her knuckles turned white. Soon, Andromeda was tiring and it was noticeable. Her arms drooped and her magick got sloppy. Her aim was off. 
Sparing a glance from their battle, I looked behind Ash to find that Celestial was gathering her bow, aiming for Morta. She nocked an arrow, the silver arrowhead glinting in the sun. The string was pulled back and she aimed. Celestial let go of the string and the arrow went flying, but Morta saw it. She blocked it but fell down from Andromeda in the process. 
Andromeda towered over Morta, a charge of star magick gathering in her hands. I could see from here that Morta smirked. She pulled a blade out of her boot and stabbed Andromeda in the gut with the small blade. The magick on her hands dissipated as she fell to her knees, red blood flowing out of her gut and through her fingers.
“Before I kill you, I want you to know something before someone sacrifices themselves for you,” Morta said while crouching down to her level.
“What could you possibly have to say to me?” Andromeda glared at Morta’s crimson eyes with all of the energy she had.
“A hero would sacrifice you for the world, but a villain would sacrifice the world for you,” Morta said before pulling out the blade in her gut and stabbing her in the chest.
Was Morta talking about me? Was I the hero in her quote? 
“No!” Celestial screamed.
We had lost two friends to these villains. Morta had to be stopped first, her magick was too powerful. I left my fight with Ash to go to Morta. 
“You wish to fight me now, Helios?” Morta growled out.
“Let’s give it a try,” I panted.
We struck at the same time, our weapons ringing at the touch of the other.
“I never understood why you threw me out that day, Helios,” Morta admitted as we exchanged blows.
“I did what was best for my people,” I answered.
“No, you did what was best for you. You thought I was too powerful, too dark. In Alfhiem, you can’t be dark. Everything is sunshine and rainbows. In the Darklands, it’s night all the time. The only sun I see is when it rises over the hill of Alfhiem. I never get sun anymore. I live off of the light of the moon. I feed on the darkness,” Morta replied with seething anger.
“Yes, that may be true, but I felt bad about it after. I realized what I did, but I could never bring it up. I’m the Crown Prince, I can’t make mistakes,” I said, pushing on my blades and energy to fight faster.
Morta parried just as fast. She was dripping sweat, but so was I. I couldn’t look at Ash and Celestial fighting, but I knew it would be one heck of a fight. 
“I’ve made mistakes and I’m a Queen,” Morta admits with a renewed vigor.
“What would those be?” I asked her.
“Trusting people,” she accused.
“Why would that be such a bad thing?” I questioned.
“I trusted you, look what happened. You threw me out. I almost died that day and you did nothing about it,” she seethed.
“I made the mistake of trusting you in the first place. Look what happened. Now you’re a villain,” I almost screamed in her face.
She looked taken aback at my statement. 
“You know the difference between us, Helios? You would protect everyone you know and everything you care about. You would gladly put yourself in front of a blade if it met Alfhiem was safe. Me, I don’t have to worry about anything. I know Ash can handle himself. I know that my people can handle themselves. They all know how to use at least one weapon. Knives, swords, spears, you name it. They all know how to fight. I don’t have to worry, so I can kill or sacrifice the world if I wanted to,” she spills as we keep fighting.
“Why would you do that? Why sacrifice the world?” I press.
“So I can make a better one,” she finalizes.
I continue fighting with her, swords against staff. I looked over to Ash and Celestial. My sister was fighting with knives and Ash still had his sword. They seemed to be in conversation with each other, I just don’t know what about. 
“What do you do in your free time in the Darklands?” I ask, honestly curious.
“Assassinate,” she shrugs.
“How can you be so carefree about killing things?” I question bewildered.
“I do it for a living. What, you think I sit around and drink coffee all day? No, I have work to do. Then I fill out reports. In any free time, like when I’m not working at all, I train or sleep,” she confesses.
I continued to press her with my weapons, but we eventually moved over to Ash and Celestial. Close enough to hear the conversation.
“Ash, what happened to the big brother I used to see in you?” my sister asks.
“I ran because of your brother,” he says back.
“What did he do?” she says, not noticing that I’m here.
“He would discuss everything in the kingdom and I heard him talking about how he would change the laws. His new laws scared me as a ten-year-old,” Ash says.
“Helios, what did you do?” Morta growls.
“What do you mean?” I ask frantically.
“What. Did. You. Do?” she accents each word.
“I wanted to get rid of everyone that was different. I would have them executed if it were my way, but my mother made me just exile you that day. I wanted to kill you,” I admit, letting my dark side out.
“Even if I am a ruler of the Darklands, that is just harsh. You can’t just kill people because they’re different,” Morta scolds me and presses on my blade harder.
We continue to fight more, and our weapons catch. I hold my two swords in an X in front of me and Morta presses down with her staff. She channels magick into hers, so I put magick into mine. Our weapons glow, mine gold and her’s red. My eyes are glowing, I can see it in the reflection of my sword. Morta’s eyes go black for a split second, her strength overpowering mine. She knocks my swords to the floor and I roll to the side as she comes after me. 
In an attempt to run, I make some magick illusions to keep Morta busy. She knows they’re fake, but she has to defeat them before getting to me. Momentarily distracted, I look over to Ash and Celestial.   
Celestial is trying to talk to Ash from where she is on the ground, but her words don’t have an effect on him. I try to scream, shout, yell, anything, but my voice doesn’t work. Tears stream down my face as I look at my sister, helpless to save her. She’s crying, pleading with Ash to hear her, but he doesn’t. Ash pulls her up and Morta must know what he’s doing because she creates a wall right behind her. She’s pressed against the wall, immobile.
“Ash, listen to me!” she pleads over and over again.
 He can’t seem to hear it. Morta’s not focused on me anymore, just on the wall holding my sister in place. I run and grab my swords, intent on killing Morta, but before I can even get close to her, I freeze in place from magick that I can’t break. 
“Celestial!” I scream, tears streaming down my face like a river.
“Helios, I’m sorry,” she says. 
“No! You can’t leave me!” I protest back.
“You’re going to have to live on without me, I’m sorry, big brother,” Celestial says.
I just cry for my lost sister. My eyes are blurry and my knees are weak.
“Celestial, I want you to know something. I choose to be a monster. Not because I didn’t want to be a hero like you, but because the world doesn’t deserve it,” Ash says.
Time seems to go in slow motion as he drives the blade into my sister’s chest. It pierces her heart and her head goes limp. I watch as she falls, her purple eyes devoid of light. Her blonde hair was matted from the dirt and grime, but she still fell with a smile on her face for me.
I couldn’t move, time seemed to stand still. Morta’s magick was no longer holding me in place, but I couldn’t move. I lost my sister and my best friends. I was alone in this battle. I watched as Morta stepped up to me, she wanted to be the one to kill me today. Ash stepped back and went away, probably to do something to Alfhiem. I couldn’t help anyone anymore. 
“So, Helios, how does it feel for everything to be taken away from you?” Morta mocks.
“Is this what you felt like when I exiled you?” I ask in desperation. 
“No, not exactly. Everyone’s grief is different. You just lost almost everyone that mattered to you. Ash is on his way with troops to destroy Alfhiem. He will personally execute your mother,” she deadpans on me. 
“No! Not Alfhiem. You can hurt me all you want, just not my people!” I beg.
“You forget, Helios. I am a villain in your mind. Why should I spare you mercy?” she provoked.
“I don’t have a reason for you to spare me mercy, but the people of Alfhiem are innocent,” I tried to reason.
“They threw me out just as you did. They are as guilty as you are,” she says. 
I hear the soldiers of the Darklands marching to Alfhiem. The steady beat of feet on the ground.
“Fine, I have a deal. Trial by combat. You kill me, do whatever you want. I incapacitate you and you have to spare my mother,” I bargain.
“I accept,” she steps forward and I grab her hand to shake. 
I ready my swords and she levels her staff, already charging the tip with power. We go at each other at the same time, the sound of our weapons hitting the other nearly making a sonic boom. We clash, light against dark, black against gold. My gold blades ring out against her obsidian staff. She charges her staff with magick, as I do to my swords. They glow gold and her’s takes on a glow of blood. 
We back up from each other and fire magick at the other, only her shadows swallow my sun blasts. I growl in frustration. I go all out, all my sadness, rage, anger, worry, and confusion in one blast. I nearly kill myself, but that’s beside the point. I pant in exhaustion, but Morta charges up a blast and swallows mine whole. She doesn’t look like that took her any energy. 
She stalks towards me, her staff held high. A wall breaks out from behind me, shadow tendrils breaking from the ground and holding me in place. She fires a blast at me, one that I can’t block. It strikes me in the chest and I scream in pain. I hang my head from the draining fight. 
“Now, about that deal,” Morta starts.
“What….About…..It?” I pant out, each word burning from my injuries.
“I think that I’m going to kill you without remorse,” she deadpans.
“You know? That’s not….the strangest……thing I’ve heard,” I retorted.
“Good, but your death will be painful, so buckle up,” she says and bashes her staff to my chest.
I can hear and feel my ribs shattering. I would scream, but I can almost tell that my lungs are filling with blood. When I breathe, a metallic taste fills my mouth. Blood. I cough it up, each one more painful than the last. 
“Do you know what you said to me the day I left?” Morta says.
My brain was so foggy, I couldn’t think. I could barely catch on and process the words she was saying. If I had to guess, she was using magick to keep me alive so I could be her little puppet. She hit me again, her magick going straight for my gut. The next time she uses magick, it’s not directed at me. 
She creates a swirl of shadows and they condense into forms of my dead friends. Vix first, Andromeda next, and I almost cry when I see Celestial.
“Why did you leave me to die?” fake Vix scolds.
“You let him die,” fake Andromeda accuses.
“No,” I mutter, the two-letter word barely audible.
“Big Brother, you left me at the mercy of Ash. I can’t forgive you,” fake Celestial growls.
I bawl at the sight of them. The sight of my dead friends. They don’t even look like them, but it’s heartbreaking. They’re just shadows, I chide myself.
“You let us die, you let us die,” the three shadows chant. 
“No, I didn’t mean to,” my voice is raspy like I had just drank a glass full of sand.
“Are you sure you didn’t mean to?” Morta emerges from the shadows, destroying my fake friends.
I couldn’t speak, the lump in my throat too big. She lets the wall behind me drop and I fall to the ground, unable to move. The wall of shadows around us drops and I slowly get up on all fours to see Alfhiem in flames. 
“I’m sorry,” I choke out.
“Are you sorry? Or do you just feel like it’s right to say sorry to something you’ve failed?” Morta hypothesizes.
“I don’t know,” I mumble.
Suddenly, a shadow forms before me in the shape of my mother.
“You let Alfhiem down, my son. You got your friends and sister killed. You killed my daughter! Think of Vix and Andromeda’s parents. They’re drowning in sorrow. You let everyone down!” the shadow screams at me.
“I’m sorry!” I wail.
“Your mother was executed a few minutes ago in front of the town,” Morta says.
“No! You said if you killed me you would execute her!” I try to yell, but it doesn’t get very far. 
“You don’t have a chance, Prince Helios,” she chides.
She uses magick to help me stand and pulls a blade out of her boot. She calmly walks up to me and thrusts the blade into my heart and twists it. I scream in agony and pain. Sorrow overfloods my body. 
Morta walked closer to my body as I lay in my own blood, the warm red liquid seeping into every inch of cloth on my body. The gush of blood just kept pouring out of my chest. She bent down, putting her lips right up to my ear.
She carefully whispered the last words I would ever hear, “Sometimes the person you would take a bullet for is the one behind the trigger.”
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indianhour · 11 months
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New Wall Street ‘fear gauge’ to track short-term market swings
The Vix — the volatility index popularly known as “Wall Street’s fear gauge” — is going through its biggest shake-up in years with the creation of a new version that will track expectations of short-term market swings. The 1-day Volatility Index — or Vix1d — which will be launched by exchange group Cboe on Monday, is a response to a recent transformation in derivatives markets that had sparked…
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