#yuri on surveys

[crehador]

judging by the latest player survey, reverse 1999 seems to have at least an inkling that they really botched the english tl

so if you're enjoying the story but struggling with the translation, i would urge you to leave a note saying that (politely!) in the survey

if they can make an honest effort to improve the translation, imo it'll really elevate the game and i hope the player base can let them know tl quality is important to us

#crab plays #reverse 1999 #even if you don't have the time/energy to write in a response make sure to do the survey for those 60 free drops lol #but yeah i do really hope this is a sign they'll work on the tl because the story so deserves it #our beloved doomed yuri deserves to be readable......

[chroniclingbard]

That moment when you see someone doing a survey online and your first thought is well convenience sampling is a bad way to do this.

#Math class has ruined me #thinking bout different sampling methods when someone posting a yuri engagment survey #unless they set up alhorithmic sampling off the conveniance sampling #oh no #thoughts continue #ramblings

[yuri-is-online]

Do you think the twst universe has had a moon landing? If I tell idia or ace and duece or azul that we put a bunch of shit into space and then some people on the moon in the 60s, and that they're planning on establishing a base on the moon by 2026, do you think they'll freak out?

"Damn that moon looks lit asf"

"Yeah...oh yeah I've been meaning to ask, did yall have a moon landing?"

"....a what?"

"A moon landing. You know, like some country or something put people on the moon and then brought them back home?"

"...The moon."

"Yeah-"

"The freaking moon in the sky"

I am so glad you asked this because I have unironically been thinking about this for a while now, we must be buying our brain cells from the same store.

So. Gather around kids because no. Yuri, theorist of some sort that she is, does not believe Twisted Wonderland has had a moon landing and allow me to explain why:

It would be really funny. But I guess if you want actual evidence I have that too.

In Book 6-76 we see Idia's flashback where he recreates Ortho and he mentions that one day "he'll be able to go into space unassisted. He treats this as a big deal and it is also treated as a big deal when Ortho manages to do just that in the Wish Upon a Stars event.

This might be a bit dumb but space exploration, rocket science, and astronautics aren't listed as internship possibilities by Cater when he's naming things in Book 7-4. Granted he does list IT which could maybe fall into those categories but he also specifically mentions ocean surveying, which is hyper specific and could have been replaced with astronautics.

Realistically speaking, what reason do the people of Twisted Wonderland have to go to the moon? I feel like if magic is real, as are mermaids, dragons, beastfolk, and ruins that potentially contain magical artifacts and curses... your government probably has other things they want to spend their money on, and it's not going to the moon.

As a side note I remember once reading a fantasy book about a Griffin? Whose goal was to visit the moon in a magic bubble or something but I don't remember much more about it other than that. Space travel isn't something most fantasy settings do.

I think if you told Idia that was possible he might get it into his head that he wants to be the one who puts someone on the moon, he already wanted to send Ortho to space so hey why not? Ace is actually really practical sometimes so I imagine he'd point out the bit about how Yuu's world is able to focus on things like that because they don't have magical issues to worry about while Deuce would just be impressed and as for Azul-

think he's got a new fear unlocked. The moon in the fucking sky WHY DO HUMANS INSIST ON FLYING PLACES ALL THE DAMN TIME????

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst x reader

[obstinaterixatrix]

here are all the recs I posted for femslash february 2024...! each individual rec post can be found in my femslash feb recs tag. I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to do this because work got super chaotic, but in the end I couldn't bear to skip out on a leap year. that's a whole extra day for yuri.

last year I focused on official releases, so this year I wanted to focus on series that aren't technically officially available (plus a french-japanese film). fan translations are always a dicey for artists/translators/publishers/etc because obviously they need to get paid... but yuri's already such an overlooked genre that—in an official capacity—we end up with a couple drops from what's already a pretty small pool. I read hana to hoshi about a decade ago, and I keep submitting it to the seven seas survey for licensure! and yet!! no dice. and even when there are official releases, sometimes they just... disappear!? wish you were gone was licensed and then taken down, so for a while the only way to read it (if you missed out on buying it) was the fan translation. I think it's important to support artists and official releases, and also, to appreciate the thankless endeavor(/crime) of scanlation.

hope yall find something you like!

#femslash february #femslash feb recs #ff recs #recs #rambled a lot for this one lol #but like. yeah. honey & honey is imo a pretty culturally significant work #but I can't see any publishers picking it up for licensure #maybe for a recent autobio manga but certainly not one from 20 years ago #and from a marketing standpoint. it's 'hard' to push yuri as a genre. #bl has an obvious and profitable demographic (women) #m/f has an obvious and profitable demographic (women) #but--if you make a distinction between yuri and H (I do)--yuri doesn't really have an obvious and profitable demographic #so it's a lot harder to pitch yuri... which means it's a lot harder to even introduce yuri to a broader audience... #and thus the cycle continues... #plus there's the whole systemic misogyny embeded into a patriarchal society which devalues stories centered around women etc #anyway the POINT is. commit to yuri duty. be a yuri warrior. write femslash. hype femslash.

[arienai]

Comic Yuri Hime, a monthly yuri anthology magazine in Japan, is gathering data about overseas yuri fans. The results will appear in a future magazine!

You can take the survey here.

#yuri #everyone check this out it's so cool #anime #manga #lots of tags to spread it lmao #yuri hime #my posts

[ecargmura]

Japanese Tales Fans Vote Their Favorite Tales Games In Recent Survey

Japanese website Net Lab has made another Tales related survey for fans to vote; the topic this time is favorite Tales games. The poll ran from June 27, 2023 to July 4, 2023 and has a total of 10, 344 votes overall.

Before I reveal the results, there are three things I want to let you know:

This is a Japan-only poll because the admins did not want overseas fans to vote due to possible illegal voting.

Fans can vote up to three games.

Please do not be vocal about the games/titles you hate or don’t particularly; if you don’t have anything nice to say, keep it to yourself.

Here are the results from 1st to 24th (I’ll add in the number of votes the game has received and a comment that pertain to the respective game translated via Google Translate and me trying to make it as cohesive in English):

Abyss - 1176 votes

Comment: Bamco, are you seeing this? I’m forever waiting on a full remake of Abyss.

2. Vesperia - 1035 votes

Comment: My favorite is Tales of Vesperia. My first Tales game was Legendia, but Vesperia is the first one I’ve cleared. The Switch version is super packed and I have beaten the secret boss. I had a super hard time with that boss battle. I love Yuri so much.

3. Zestiria - 983 votes

Comment: It’s been a long time since I graduated from the Tales series, but Zestiria made me want to come back. There may be times where I feel unreasonable, but I’ve come to like this work, including that “do-it-yourself” thing. I really like it.

4. Symphonia - 962 votes

Comment: Before I played the first 3D game, I was a little worried, but when I opened the lid, I was hooked on the perfection that surpassed the previous work. I love the characters, the story, the music and the system.

5. Phantasia - 701 votes

Comment: For me, it’s Phantasia, which I played for the first time and became the most memorable. I want it to have a remake like Destiny.

6. Eternia - 693 votes

Comment: One vote for Eternia with a smooth battle system!

7. Destiny - 601 votes

Comment: Just remembering that scene with Leon breaks my heart. My favorite work of all time. I want to play again, so I’ll be waiting for a port!

8. Berseria - 529 votes

Comment: Because the first game I played was Tales of Berseria, I got hooked onto Velvet.

9. Graces F - 528 votes

10. Xillia 2 — 508 votes

11. Destiny 2 -  456 votes

12. Arise - 367 votes

13. Rebirth - 311 votes

Comment: I love Rebirth’s battle system and characters so much!

14. Legendia - 294 votes

Comment: Legendia, when will you get a remake or a port? I’ve been waiting…

15. Xillia - 176 votes

16. Luminaria - 171 votes

Comment: Luminaria is the best! I want to see the continuation someday!

17. Innocence R - 168 votes (tied)

Comment: Tales of Innocence (DS version) makes me want to play regularly. A work that I love and value so much that I lose my vocabulary.

17. Dawn of the New World - 168 votes (tied)

19. Crestoria - 148 votes

20. Hearts R - 134 votes

Comment: Tales of Hearts for DS is my favorite work, not the remake version of Hearts R.

21. Narikiri Dungeon - 91 votes

22. Others - 68 votes

I’ve seen people say “Radiant Mythology series”, “Asteria”, “Versus” “Link”, “The Rays” and “Warheit”.

23. Tempest - 56 votes

Comment: I will always love Tempest. Please remake it.

24 - Summoner’s Lineage - 20 votes

What are your thoughts about the results?

What is your favorite Tales game? Let us know in the comments below!

#tales of #tales of the abyss #tales of vesperia #tales of zestiria #tales of symphonia #tales of phantasia #tales of eternia #tales of destiny #tales of berseria #tales of graces f #tales of Xillia 2 #tales of destiny 2 #tales of arise #tales of rebirth #tales of legendia #tales of xillia #tales of luminaria #tales of innocence #tales of innocence r #tales of symphonia: dawn of the new world #dawn of the new world #knight of ratatosk #tales of crestoria #tales of the rays #tales of asteria #tales of mobile #tales of versus #tales of the world radiant mythology #tales of the tempest #narikiri dungeon

[ponett]

If a special research team was deployed to Reverie to locate and survey areas of high homosexual intent then would the entire planet be flagged equally or is it just the Sapphire Isles that are especially gay?

reverie is not intended to be a Magical Gay Utopia with a drastically higher proportion of queer people around. the general public is perhaps somewhat more accepting on average, which would in turn lead to more people who are comfortable being out of the closet, but the demographic stats are probably similar to earth's

greenridge's true population, when not abstracted for the sake of an rpg maker game, is in the low thousands. statistically, that includes a lot of straight people. those just aren't the characters the story focuses on, because why would i do that in my furry yuri game

#anon #ask #slarpg asks

[ourobororos]

wanted 2 make star track ocs ^_^

Roska Promor- one of the first cardassians to join starfleet academy, during the height of the dominion war... currently an ensign on an oberth class starship. stubborn, abrasive, difficult to work with at times+ doesnt always follow orders esp ones she doesn't believe in BUT she is very capable and sensitive deepdown. everyone believe in roska

Kihan (3)- former dominion field commander, when her third clone was created she was cryofrozen with a bunch of other vorta clones in a secret bunker so they wouldnt get obliterated once the first cloning facility bload up. she was woken up after the war and gets to decide what SHE wants to do with her life... wow... how do u even figure that out as a vorta. shes learning how to live life after her only purpose was 2 commit the atrocities + meets roska on a survey mission or whatever and yuri becomes real

#my art #st #star trek #deep space nine #ds9 #star trek oc #vorta #cardassian #starfleet #blood tw #also like i forgor to mention in my last ds9 art but vorta barcode headcanon by havi-art is everything 2 me

[deus-and-the-machina]

MCYT Yuri week - day 6, sleep/party

for @mcyt-yuri-week this sure is a sleep party! sleepover? it sure is a party. It's also on ao3. enjoy!

When Pearl had invited Cleo over to the…‘Boatem Sleepover’, somehow she didn’t expect this. 

The five looney neighbors plus Cub were all in a circle folded forward on the ground and muttering some weird chants. Cleo began to back away, starting to understand what the vibe here was. Unfortunately for her, Pearl had a sixth sense and popped up just as she turned away. “Cleo! Come join us!”

She really, really shouldn’t, especially given the look of manic exhaustion in Pearl’s eyes, but part of her was also a slave to the whims of society conventions. She’d been invited! Even if it was some weird cult, backing out now would be a tad awkward. So they gave Pearl a strained smile. “I’m here? Hi! Now uh, what is this…?”

“Oh we’re staying awake so the moon doesn’t come down on all of us.” Cleo screamed internally.

“Cool! And you want me to…?”

Pearl giggled. “Isn’t it obvious? Stay awake with us! Enjoy the moon in all her beauty so she doesn’t feel left out anymore. Apparently we skip over her too much. Gotta give even the night time some loving, ya know.”

Cleo glanced over at the chanting Boatem members, then back to Pearl. “I suppose I can stay awake? But don’t expect me to start doing weird chanting or anything.”

With a squeal, Pearl hugged their arm. “Oh thank you Cleo, you won’t regret it!”

I already am! 

Pearl led her over to the others, babbling something or other about an introduction and slumber parties. The others lifted their heads to greet her.

“Hi Cleo!

“Hi Cleo.”

“Heya.”

“Mmgn, hey Cleo.” That was Mumbo, who looked close to passing out already. Honestly all of them looked absolutely exhausted. No wonder they were all being freaky! 

Pearl led her to a spot on the grass where the two sat down, the other woman sprawling out immediately on her back. She gazed up at the stars. “Honestly, it’s kinda fun once you get used to it. We’re having a slumber party!”

Gingerly, Cleo settled down next to her. “Mmkay, if you say so. I’m only here for you, just letting you know.

“Oh I know. That’s why I asked!” The tricky star girl threw her arms around Cleo’s waist, tucking herself into their backside. They rolled their eyes, but a slight grin tugged at their mouth. She patted Pearl’s head lighty, and began gearing herself up for a long night.

Two hours in, and the shrieking started. “Oh god, are those phantoms?” Cleo groaned, pushing herself up. The other ‘mooners’, as they called themself, jumped up and began to scramble, yelling illegibly. 

Having calmly gotten to her feet, Pearl surveyed the area with a gleam in her eye. “Yeah! This is the fun bit!”

“Pearl, I don’t think anyone in their right minds would call being dive bombed by phantoms ‘fun’.”

She threw back her head and cackled. “I’ve been awake for three days, Cleo! I’m running on nothing but adrenaline. This is the most fun I think I’ll ever get in my entire life!” Reaching out into the air, a netherite sword manifested in a flash of violet. She began slashing at the air wildly, running in circles. Just when Cleo had thought she’d witnessed the pinnacle of madness…

They caught a glimpse of the first phantom swooping towards them. “Pearl, watch out–” But her warning was evidently unneeded, as Pearl snapped around and leaped into the air, thrusting her sword up and skewering it through the stomach. 

Nervous frantic laughter erupted from who Cleo was pretty sure was Scar. The other Mooners had nothing in the way of organization, running around like headless chickens. To be fair, so was Pearl. She just had a sword about it. Resigning herself to the madness, Cleo sat back down and watched Pearl do her thing.

Dozens of dead phantoms later, some of which Grian and Cub have even managed to kill, the coast seemed to be clear. Pearl strutted back towards Cleo, huffing and puffing with effort. 

They were both taken aback by another screech as Pearl lunged forward to land right in front of Cleo, the sound of her sword skewering flesh echoing in Cleo’s ears. Looking up, the phantom was far too close to Cleo’s head for comfort. “Y’know what, this has been fun, but I think I’m going to leave now.”

Pearl yelped and staggered back so that she wasn’t nearly stepping on Cleo. “Wait! We’ve still gotta–” When a wave of exhaustion hit her. She stumbled and began to fall forward. Panic flared in Cleo’s chest as they rushed to catch her. The sword clattered to the ground.

Cleo maneuvered Pearl so that she was tucked in their arms bridal style. She was still awake, though not by much. While she mumbled to herself, Cleo placed a hand on her forehead. “Just sleep. I’ll take you to your base.”

With that slight bit of reassurance, Pearl promptly passed out. “And you,” they turned to the Mooners. “Please try to sleep too. No one likes phantoms or cults, thank you very much.” With a groan, Mumbo planted face first on the ground. Soon after, a faint snoring sound was coming from him. 

With a sigh, Cleo turned around and began marching towards Pearl’s boat. Someone who’d been ripping through phantoms one moment ago was now laid vulnerable and defenseless in their arms, head curled into their chest. Cleo felt their heart swell and kissed her on the forehead. 

“Sleep well, Pearl. We’ll all still be here when you awake. Hopefully with less phantoms.”

#hermitshipping #pearleo #moonrot #mcytyuriweek2023

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 81... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

OH MY GOODNESS! 😱 THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT BUT INTENSE!!

And my nerves are still getting to after reading it... So let's talk about it shall we...?

After some really cool action sequences, we are finally introduced to the mole...!!:

Winston Wheeler, a man from the Communication Division that made a very scary (but great) first impression on me...!! 😲 (And though I originally thought that the mole was gonna be someone that we already knew... After finding out that there was a translation error in the last chapter, I kinda just figured that the mole would be a new character after awhile... 🤷 I just didn't expect him to be this cool and yet, VERY FRIGHTENING to me...! 😅)

Moving on, one of our favorite agents without a proper name, Agent Mustache (as I like to call him) gives us the details about where Wheeler is meeting up with the SSS...:

Twilight is obviously quite determined to stop Wheeler (who he has worked with before) from giving that file to SSS; while on the other hand, Nightfall gives her two cents on the serious matter at hand...:

And oh boy, Twilight's response to Nightfall is CLEARLY giving me the vibe of saying without saying to her: "I'm not ready to leave MY MISSION FAMILY behind just yet...! So BACK OFF!!" 😡 (my interpretation, of course...! 😌)

After that, we see Yuri and the rest of the other SSS agents arrive at their destination:

And we learn that this mission was not signed off on:

We go back to WISE's agents and Agent Mustache gives everyone the rundown of what each one of them will be doing, including Twilight, who has to shall the SSS from meeting up with Wheeler...:

...But on the next page, we see that Wheeler has just gotten a phone call from a mystery person...:

I don't know who could be on that other line, but whoever it may be (the SSS, another mole from WISE, or even Garden possibly), it can't be good... 😥

After that, Wheeler is shown surveying the area on top of the roof before he heads down and meets up with Yuri:

And personally, as of right now, I don't I think that's Wheeler talking to Yuri... I think that that's Twilight...! 😤

Sure, the line about the green tie with the gemstone tiepin made me THINK that it's actually him, but what is Twilight's mission right now...: TO STALL THE SSS!! And we all know that Twilight is no slouch when it comes to disguises (unless it's to disguise Franky as a woman 😖), so I am 98 percent sure that Twilight is the one sending the SSS to the park!! (But, I'm still not 100% on it though...! 🤷)

And finally, after Agent Mustache and Nightfall notice that Wheeler hasn't shown up yet (making me believe EVEN MORE the Wheeler that talked to Yuri was Twilight), we see Wheeler meet up with this not-so-gentle man:

And that was Mission 81, and like said in the beginning... THIS CHAPTER WAS SUPER INTENSE!! 😱

Man, I don't know what else to say... This arc is already off to a great start, and I'm excited and a bit nervous to see what happens next...!! 😵 But for now, I feel like need I to take breather after this chapter today...!

As always, I'll see you all in the next mission!! Take care and be safe out there everyone...!! 😊 PEACE OUT Y'ALL!! ✌😙

#spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #spy x family manga #sxf manga #spyxfamily manga #manga spoilers #Mission 81 #loid forger #fiona frost #yuri briar #MY NERVES ARE REALLY GETTING THE BEST OF ME AFTER THIS CHAPTER!! 😫 #I'm still wondering WHO THE HELL Wheeler was talking to over the phone...!!? 😱 #Also... #I now feel 99.99999999 percent sure that Twilight was the one that talked to Yuri...!! 😤 #winston wheeler #sxf spoilers

[strangeduckpaper]

TwiYor Prompts, part 1

@dailytwiyorprompts

Also posted on AO3: Not Months, But Moments

SHARING THE DAY

—

“How was your day, darling?”

Twilight’s side missions are piling up, Loid had the most obnoxious patient, paperwork, and Nightfall, Franky, and Yuri are getting on my nerves.

“Tiring. And yours, sweetheart?”

Paperwork, office drama, paperwork, an emergency midday assassination, Barnes scolding me for slacking off, more paperwork.

“Long. I’m just glad to be home,”

“So am I

—

ROYALTY AU

—

Yor can’t take her eyes off the court mage, with his striking blue eyes and the dark vert robes laced with golden moon patterns that match his shock of blonde hair.

But then his eyes find hers and she has to.

She shakes her head, trying to focus.

She’s Queen Melinda’s sworn sword, appointed by Desmond's spymaster himself; she can’t afford the distraction.

But throughout the night, she feels the prickle of eyes on her back. Whenever she tries to identify it, she’s only met by the mage, his back turned to her.

Thus begins another round of their game.

--

TREASURES

—

He can’t stop smiling. As much as he tries he can’t and now his cheeks are beginning to hurt.

He’d never imagined ever smiling so much so widely. A depressing thought to be sure, but one he’s glad is wrong.

Quietly, retrieves the little camera that Yor got him for ‘Loid’s’ birthday, and snaps a picture.

The click is loud in the silence of their room, but no one stirs. Not Anya, or Bond, or Yor, or the two babies bundled in her arms.

He’ll have to ask Franky if he can use his dark room, and develop a picture of his greatest treasures himself.

—

DOMESTICITY

—

The teapot begins to whistle and Yor snatches it within a second. Right on time.

It’s odd, just how familiar the motion has become to her, another facet of a well worn routine. So routine that she once successfully identified a problem with the oven when the pot didn’t go off when she expected it to.

She pours the water into three cups. Green for Loid, pink for Anya, red for her. The teabags in her and Loid’s cups begin to stain the steaming water, and she takes a spoon to Anya’s mixing in the pre-poured cocoa powder.

 She takes the tray into the living room, where Loid is half reading a newspaper, half supervising a swaying Anya as she watches Bondman, from the couch as Loid has recently been insisting. She hands her daughter the cocoa, delaying her own drink to make sure Anya doesn’t make a mess.

Loid waits for her, taking her cup and cooling it to her preferred temperature. He hands it to her when she’s finished with Anya, and takes his own. Anya slumps against her side, dead asleep.

She smiles at the cute display, blushing when she catches Loid’s lips stretch into a smile above the rim of his teacup.

It’s nothing special, really. It’s a sequence of events so mundane, so familiar, she could repeat it without thinking.

And she wishes for a lifetime of nights just like it.

—

REINCARNATION

—

“Verzeihen Sie?” those words and a tap on the shoulder pull his attention from the rows of streamers he’s found himself surveying, and he turns to find the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen looking up at him.

“Kennen wir uns?” she asks, and it takes him a few moments to respond. One to get his jaw working and another to get his brain working and remember his childhood Ostanian.

“I don’t think so,” he answers, deciding that I think I would remember someone like you was too forward.

Given how she blushes at his sedate answer, he feels as if this was the best choice.

“I’m sorry for bothering you!” she apologizes, “I just thought I knew you from somewhere,”

“I…get that,” he responds, as he finds himself sympathizing. There’s something about her that feels so familiar, something about the luster of her hair, her ruby eyes, the way she holds herself, that he just can’t put his finger on.

A forgotten childhood friend?

“Are you from around here?” he asks, and she shakes her head.

“East Neilsberg, but my family never traveled to Westalis. This is my first time here, actually, a business trip. You?”

“I’m a local, actually, I just came to visit family for the holidays,” taking a leap of faith, he holds out his arm, “Would you like me to show you around? My information might not be up to date, but I can give you a highlight reel,”

“I-I would love that,” she says, taking his hand, her blush the dawn and her smile the sun, “My name is Yor, by the way, Yor Briar,”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yor,” he responds, feeling his ears heat up at the feel of her hand, “I’m Loid Forger,”

For a brief moment, his mind is full of green and pink and the sound of a child’s laughter.

—

OWN HOUSE (IN THE COUNTRYSIDE)

—

The little house nestled in the little East Neilsburg hamlet is at once familiar and foreign. Edifices inside and out have been replaced with age and the tastes of interim owners, but she can still see the underlying structure, and her memories overlay it with the ghostly images of her childhood.

“Well?” her husband asks, hugging her from behind, resting his chin upon her shoulder.

“Oh Loid,” she sighs, her voice quivering with the effort not to cry, “It’s beautiful but-how?”

“I’ve kept an eye on it ever since we first visited Neilsburg,” he answers, “Recently found out that the couple who lived here were actually moving, something about getting closer to grandchildren,”

Yor sniffles, wiping away the tears escaping despite her best efforts to contain them, “So you bought it?” 

She feels Loid shrug, “We needed somewhere away from Berlint, this place opened up, it seemed like kismet,”

Yor released a teary chuckle, “I thought you didn't believe in fate?”

“I believe in advantageous coincidences, depending on the circumstance,”

She chuckles again, her laughter bleeding into that of Anya’s, their daughter currently chasing Bond throughout the yard. Their yard. In their house.

It’s a house she never thought she’d step into again, a home cast away in favour of Yuri, of Loid, of Anya.

“I love it,” she says, turning to face him, cupping his face and his burgeoning smile lines.

“I’m glad I got you your house back,”“Our house,” she corrects him, “And now our home,”

#Spy X Family #TwiYor #Loid Forger #Yor Forger #Fanfiction #My Writing

[kpslp]

The Last Yura Shigure, Chapter 1

“Ready, Ryuu?” Shirayuki asks, hands full of parchment and pen, her excitement beginning to brim over. “We should be arriving any time now.”

A look out the carriage window makes her wish she could throw it open and breathe in the salted air, light dancing across the ocean’s surface more than serving as an invitation. Her colleague clearly does not feel the same.

“Are you sure that we will be fine on our own?”

Despite the calm nature of his voice, Shirayuki easily pinpoints the finger nervously tapping his knee. Ryuu had been hesitant to accept this assignment to begin with, so it's only natural he would fall prey to a few pre-survey jitters. If it was up to him, they’d be on their way east to the mountains of Tanbarun, not the southern territory of Yuri's Island.

Reaching out to slightly ruffle his hair, Shirayuki allows her hand to linger. “Absolutely. The two of us are quite the team, after all. We’ll be alright.” Her arm retracts protectively around the supplies in her lap when a bump in the dirt road almost sends it flying. “You aren’t still scared of those rumors, are you?”

Read more on AO3, link below.

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #obiyukidosido #ferngully AU #fanfic

[imhereformysciencefriends]

@mcyt-yuri-week Day 2: AU

This work is explicit! Read on AO3 here.

Meet me down by the river, Bring the pumpkin seeds, the autumn stone, Meet me down by the river, Bring the cherry flowers, the breath of spring, Meet me down by the river, Bring summer’s fire, winter’s wet cold, Meet me down by the river, Bring your candlelight, and your voice to sing.

Gem sang softly to herself as she approached the designated place, candlelight flickering across her face from where she held the slowly melting wax in one hand, big baskets slung over her shoulder of her other arm and flowers braided all throughout her hair.

At the river’s bank stood Lizzie, pumpkins growing hilter skilter all around her, her massive pumpkin-turned-house behind her and nestled in the big, broad leaves. Gem once again felt a pang of jealousy: she could never grow pumpkins that big. But Lizzie had been doing this witch stuff a bit longer than Gem, and every witch had her strengths and weaknesses—er, opportunities for growth!

In this case literally.

“Gem!” Lizzie greeted, her plain blue robe fastened loosely around the waist, nothing but that and her hat and her cheerful attitude adorning her.

“See, you were smart. You just built on the river. You don’t have to hike ten billion miles.”

Lizzie chuckled, gathering her hair behind her before letting it fall loose. Not much point trying to put it up now, since she’d just be letting it back down in a minute anyway.

“But if you didn’t live up on the mountainside, who’d bring me the flowers?” she asked with a grin and grabby hands, and Gem giggled as she handed ‘em over. Beautiful pink blossoms, collected by the hundred.

Gem stretched her arms above her head, hardly sore from carrying the baskets of flowers but happy to hold her arms at something other than a ninety degree angle for the first time in a few hours. Lizzie got to work scattering the blossoms amongst the candles circling the campfire. Above the campfire, low flames and lower heat, hung the “stewpot,” a hollowed out pumpkin with potatoes and wild hare simmering inside (and knowing Lizzie, it had been simmering for hours already). Gem set her own candle amongst the other lights, scattered some flowers of her own until there was a “walkpath” of pink and green encircling the inner candles, but encircled by the outer. Gem nudged one of the candles in the outer ring, wanting it just a touch further from the blossoms they spread out.

“Alright!” Lizzie said, hands on her hips and feet stanced wide, proudly surveying the area. “That about does it, I think! Ready for dinner?”

“Just us tonight?” Gem asked. Usually they had at least a couple guests, novice witches or curious friends wanting to see if the rumors were true themselves.

“Just us! I might’ve made too much stew, now that you mention it.”

“Eh, anything leftover’ll soak into the ashes afterwards,” Gem waved off, taking a seat at the edge of the fire and using half of the “lid” of the stewpot to ladle out some stew and bring it to her lips. Lizzie took the other half and did the same, the two enjoying companionable silence and anticipation together. The potatoes and hare were really just to have something in their bellies before the event started, they weren’t important the way the pumpkin was important.

Lizzie finished first, and waited for Gem to have her fill—but not too full—before the pair stood, stretching lightly. The final dregs of dusk finally slipped away, casting them all in the cold blanketing darkness of night, but the candles were numerous enough that neither worried about mobs. Not that mobs tended to get too close, anyway, when such magics were stirring.

“Well come on then,” Lizzie urged, tugging loose the cloth belt around her waist and letting her blue robe drop to the cool earth, fall’s breeze prickling her skin.

“Excuse you! Not all of us can just wander out here from across our front yard! I had to dress for mountain climbing you know,” Gem said, peeling off her own layers. Her bare toes curled against the cool grass and flower petals, goosebumps breaking out with each layer she removed. She’d appreciate the cold in a minute, but right now forcing the layers off was nearly unbearable.

“I could help?” Lizzie offered with a waggling of eyebrows and a cat’s grin, and Gem stuck her tongue out.

“You’ll help me plenty later,” she said as she undid her pants and yanked both sturdy denim and lacy underwear down and off her. She kicked her pantleg off her ankle with a huff, then entered the candlelight opposite Lizzie, the campfire crackling lazily between them, flower petals soft beneath her feet.

”Meet me down by the river…” Gem started, her voice hitting high, clear notes. Around them, Autumn brushed against their skins, the hairs on their arms and the backs of their necks prickling.

Lizzie’s voice joined with Gem’s, and the two started walking clockwise along the floral path, taking their time to start. Against their ears, both could hear the far off giggling of Spring.

The fire, untouched by human hands, began to rise, no additional kindling added but its flames burning higher and hotter, so that the pumpkin in its middle was obscured. Cold pressed in like hands against a window pane, outside the outer candles’ ring, but did not seep in any farther into the fire’s glow.

The first song finished, then the fun really began.

They forfeited walking, and began to dance.

Naked and wild, they danced, and they sang, Gem’s red hair blazing in the firelight, Lizzie’s pale skin gleaming in the moon. Gem’s voice was louder, but Lizzie’s less prone to stumbling over half-forgotten words, carrying when Gem’s memory faltered.

They both began to sweat, despite Autumn’s presence, dancing and twirling and stomping and waving their arms about wildly, no drumbeat except their feet upon the earth, no strings except the chords of their voices. Wild, bold, joyous, the witches sang and danced under the full moon and like water into a skein they felt the magic join them, enter them. Wild as the hare they caught and ate, wild as the seasons in their capricious natures, wild as the moon that loved the ocean and the sun that loved the moon, wild as magic had always been, would always be.

Gem felt it pool inside her, cold as ice water but not chilling her. Hot as a match but not burning. It glinted and glistened and ran and laughed and sang with them. Oh, how the magic sings. Voiceless and louder than thunder, the magic eclipsed the mortal voices of the witches that summoned it hither, and Gem never could tell at this point in the dance if her mouth was open because she was still singing or because that was necessary for how hard she was breathing.

Half-mindless with euphoria and adrenaline, the dance turned into a chase. Still wild, still rhythmic, still singing, Gem and Lizzie now lept like springing deer, pursuing one another as animals in flight.

Lizzie was smaller, and dexterous, but Gem was a historically sore loser, with physical aptitude to match. Lizzie tried to chase, at first, and then attempted to outrun, but her lithe little legs were no match for Gem on a hunt, and soon her freckled arms tangled around pale skin, rushing her so the two collapsed onto the ground. A rush of petals exploded around them at the force of their descent, and Gem grinned, eyes half-glazed over with the song and dance and base instincts of the hunt. Lizzie giggled up, perhaps even more moon-drunk than Gem, and Gem bent to lay claim to her prize.

Lizzie moaned into her mouth, arching up off the pretty pink petals, her pretty pink hair splayed out, messy and askew, upon the blooms. Gem caressed her body with the wild fervor of a witch in dance, and Lizzie gave as good as she got, tangling fingers in wild red hair and hiking her spread legs up over Gem’s thighs and hips.

The punishment of ‘losing’ the chase was, of course, that Lizzie was forced to lay there and take it as Gem sank her mouth to Lizzie’s lower lips and sucked like a drowned man gasping for air. That Gem won the hunt and so could touch and grope and surge and act while Lizzie was subjected to her whims. The punishment for ‘winning’ was, of course, that even as Gem squeezed palmfuls of soft flesh and thrust her tongue into her folds, Gem’s own cunt hung wet and dripping and exposed and untouched.

Well, until she was finished with Lizzie, at least, the witch’s howls of pleasure crescendoing in the magic as a wolf’s to the moon. Gem gave her shaking body not a moment of reprieve, crawling up with little pink petals sticking to her sweat damp skin. The moment she was able, she lowered herself to Lizzie’s panting mouth, fingers parting her own folds, orange bush wiry against her too-sensitive skin. Everything was too much, right then, magic pooled in her and the song resounding in her skull, but neither was it enough.

Lizzie took to her task enthusiastically, Gem gasping and rocking her hips down on her face. Lizzie’s arms came up to grasp around Gem’s thighs, and Gem switched to burying her fingers in pink hair, wild with abandon and careless of Lizzie’s comfort. This far into the lust-blind haze of magic and adrenaline, neither would feel it if either of them even was in any pain. Even moon-drunk, Lizzie knew how to use her tongue, and it wasn’t long before Gem was wailing and gasping as well, back arched in the candlelight and silver of the moon.

As her paroxysm crashed over her, so too did the magic reach its climax within her. She could feel it imbuing her, not just filling her but permeating her every inch, from the dips of her ankles up the lengths of her legs, to the peaks of her nipples and the flush in her cheeks. All throughout her the magic sank, and only then, with both their bodies fully penetrated, did the song finally reach its end.

Gem and Lizzie collapsed limply into the flower petals, breathing raggedly and neither able to focus their gazes. Gem fumbled blindly outwards, her hand reaching Lizzie’s by sheer luck, and the two clasped as their bodies desperately sucked in air.

Awareness returned slowly. The candles were all burned low, wax melted off whatever shallow dishes they were set in, or sometimes just flowing out directly into the grass. The fire was once again low and flickering. Gem was naked and sweaty and cold.

She groaned. She sat up slowly, feeling out her muscles carefully. Didn’t seem like she’d pulled anything.

“Lizzie, get up or I’m gonna eat the whole thing myself,” she muttered, stretching slowly from side to side, shivering now that she was aware of it.

Lizzie gave a groan of her own. “Not if I get there first you won’t.”

The two staggered to their feet like fumbling fawns and descended upon what remained of the stewpot, its outside blackened and charred to a crisp from the ritual but the insides soft and gooey and perfect. They ate with their hands, shoveling soft pumpkin and leftover stew into their mouths with a fevered hunger that lingered from the dance, each heedless of how it smeared around their mouths and cheeks and noses, each up to their elbows in pumpkin guts and blackened ash.

Only once the pumpkin was entirely demolished did their senses return to them, genuinely in full.

“Okay, I know it’s traditional to wash off in the river, but it is too cold for that! Lizzie, I’m stealing your shower first.”

“It’s my shower!” she whined.

“Well I won, so there!”

Cleaned up and redressed, the two collapsed into Lizzie’s bed together, exhaustion hitting them along with the late hour.

“Mhnmhng, that should… probably last us a few months, don’t you think?” Gem mumbled as they laid together in the dark.

“Maybe. I kind of have some things I want to try out that are heavy on the magic cost, so I might need to insist on doing it again next full moon.”

“You’re runnin’ me through the wringer here Lizzie,” Gem deadpanned, earning a small giggle from her companion.

“Oh, you love it.”

Gem huffed, and in lieu of answering merely snuggled Lizzie closer.

#slsmp #mcytyuriweek2023 #life smp #nsft #lemon dldr #witch au #magic au #mcyt yuri week #my writing #haro writes #prompt: au #thank you to everyone who popped over to my ao3 and left a nice comment I am kissing you so tenderly on the back of each knuckle #mcyt #gemlizzie #geminitay #ldshadowlady

[ackergarden]

the ackerman clan and the garden assassins syndicate: soldiers that equal a hundred military troops

aot and sxf manga spoilers!

“the ackermans weren’t hated by the monarchy, they feared us.”

“if the guards are really from the garden, then this isn’t going to be easy.”

“mikasa ackerman?! it is said that only by herself, she equals a hundred troops! she’s a valuable asset in the military.”

“are you kidding me? they aren’t some random yahoos. they say just one of the garden’s soldiers can wipe out an entire military troop!”

urban legends: they are considered a myth in stories that are told.

the reactions stirred when they are mentioned. one soldier from their organizations are able to take out/be equivalent to an entire military troop.

their strongest soldiers: yor briar forger and mikasa ackerman.

mikasa and yor, will go through death lengths to protect their loved ones. yor had become a member of the assassins syndicate to protect her little brother, yuri. mikasa had joined the survey corps to protect eren and armin. the two had joined their respective groups to protect the only family they had left.

the veterans: levi ackerman and matthew mcmahon.

these two have been in the game much longer as told. levi is the last experienced veteran of the former survey corps to survive until the end. not much is known about matthew’s backstory however, but levi and matthew have been in this game far much longer. the two are experienced soldiers, with matthew being an implied one with old ideals. their ideals is to fight for their country, to fight for the survival of humanity.

the big bosses: kenny ackerman and shopkeeper.

the shopkeeper is known for heading the underground assassin organization, training yor (and possibly other assassins) to become contract killers for the world’s sake of a better place. kenny ackerman is the last ackerman in the family to know of the old history of the ackermans because of his grandfather. kenny’s grandfather on his deathbed told the reason why the clan had been persecuted.

those affiliated: the reiss royal family and the gretcher crime family.

the gretcher family (who were the former bosses in the underworld) had been strongly implied to be associated with the garden without any direct appearance. the shopkeeper had stated that he had owed a personal debt to the former boss of the gretcher family, and in order to repay it, he had send yor to guard olka and her son (the last remainders of the family) as the two escape the country.

the fritz/reiss royal family on the contrary, had the ackerman clan as the royal family’s right hand. they were a bloodline of warriors that protected eldia and it’s monarch. other than ymir fritz’s nine titans, the ackerman clan were said to be “titans in human form,” accidental experiments of the former eldian empire. the clan had endured the survival of eldians, but had turned their back on the 145th king’s ideals due to him wanting to erase the citizen’s memories with the founding titan.

#attack on titan #spy x family #shingeki no kyojin #parallels #more like headcanons for funsies #garden (spy x family) #ackerman clan #garden assassins syndicate

[real-total-drama-takes]

Edgelord

A Total Takes Island fanfiction

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So I decided to write an Assney fanfic to show you all the true potential of toxic yuri and hopefully convert some haters. This is a fanfiction inspired by @totaltakesisland written by @total-drama-takes-takes-2 TTI series, which I strongly recommend you read.

This fanfic takes place during episode 8, the Paintball Deer Hunter episode. It’s Ass/Courtney, with some Sha-mod and Mclovin cameos. I’d probably say it’s PG-rated.

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Ass sighed heavily, crossing their arms tightly over their chest.

Due to a series of wacky and unfortunate events, Courtney and Ass had their deer antlers locked together, both unable to remove their accessories for fear of forfeiting the challenge. They had been chasing Sha-mod and Mclovin for quite some time until the two idiots somehow evaded them. This left Courtney and Ass alone, deep in the woods.

“You know, I’m not exactly the most thrilled to be in this situation either, but complaining isn’t going to solve anything,” Courtney said, hoisting the paintball gun over their shoulder.

They did their best to time their steps with Ass’s, so they didn’t get too far ahead and cause their antlers to come off. It was proving to be difficult, as Ass was walking at a brisk pace.

Ass stopped suddenly, nearly causing Courtney to collide with them. They surveyed their surroundings the best they could “Where did those two go?”

“I think we lost them,” Courtney said, dejectedly handing the gun to Ass. “If I had to guess, they’re headed back to camp.”

Courtney looked around as much as they could, and pointed in the direction of a clearing.

“Which should be this way.”

“This is your fault,” Ass said quietly as the duo started walking again. They were doing their best to look daggers into Courtney’s soul, but it was only so affective with their neck craned at an odd angle.

“My fault?” Courtney repeated, exasperated. “I’m not the one who hunted down their own teammate!”

Ass sighed again. Yes, this was true. While they certainly did not like Courtney, they weren’t the one who caused them to end up like this. That crime was caused by McLovin and Sha-Mod.

“My team team is full of idiots! No wonder we keep losing. First there’s my only ally leaving me to… do whatever McLovin and Sha-Mod have going on,” Courtney said, holding up fingers as they began listing. Their voice escalated as they went on, “then Caesar refusing to do any dirty work, Mal sabotaging their own team, and you falling for her obvious manipulation!”

There was an awkward silence that followed.

“She was nice to me,” Ass finally said. Their voice wavered.

Now it was Courtney’s turn to sigh. “She can be pretty convincing. I know better than most.”

There was another beat of silence.

“Is your name actually Courtney?” Ass kicked a rock as they walked. It hit a tree and bounced off.

“Is your real name Ass? Of course not. It’s just the alias I choose to go by online. Same as you.”

Another silence.

“What’s your—“

“Don’t ask,” Ass cut off Courtney before they could finish. “I’m not going to tell you, anyway.”

“Why are so mean!?” Courtney prodded, loudly. They stopped suddenly, causing Ass to halt in their tracks as well. “I mean, jeez, what did I ever do to you?”

“I’m not mean!” Ass exclaimed, perhaps too quickly. Their antlers clacked as they rattled together. Embarrassed, they paused, then amended. “It’s— it’s not like I have a choice. I have to be.”

Courtney scoffed. Voice dripping with sarcasm, they said, “Oh my god. Okay, Edgelord, whatever you say.”

“It’s self preservation! In case you can’t tell, I’m not exactly the most sociable person,” Ass took a breath, then continued, “I mean, how could I not be? People are terrible.”

“You’re telling me,” Courtney said, quietly.

The two briefly exchanged glances, then continued walking again. Slower, this time.

“Oh, please. Like you’d know anything about that.” Ass rolled their eyes, despite their face being out of view. “You’re such a push over. And a people pleaser. I’m sure everyone back at home loves you.”

“Not everyone. Believe me, I get it.” Courtney offered a sad smile that Ass caught from the corner of their eye. “I’m not like Mclovin. He’s easy to talk to and outgoing. I don’t make friends so easily. At least you’re confident in who you are. Like you said, I’m just a pushover.”

“You’re easy to talk to,” Ass said nonchalantly, as if they didn’t realize it was a compliment. “I mean, you got me telling my whole life story here.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” Ass smiled—only slightly—at Courtney.

“Sounds we have a lot in common.” Courtney said. They grabbed Ass’ wrist as they walked, causing both of them to stop in their tracks. Ass twisted their neck uncomfortably so they were looking directly at Courtney. “Maybe we could be friends.”

Courtney smiled at Ass— a full, genuine smile, that caused Ass’ face to turned red. Their ears burned hot. Ass looked down at their wrist, where Courtney was still holding on to them. They pulled their wrist away, holding it close to their chest.

“I… I…” Ass sputtered, completely at a loss for words.

“What do you say? Friends?”

Their heart fluttered in their chest. Oh no. No no no. This won’t do. They needed Courtney gone. There was no room in this competition for vulnerability. For feelings.

A noise from the bushes nearby suddenly demanded the attention of both Courtney and Ass.

This conversation would have to wait. They approached the offending bush with caution and stopped directly in front of it, two voices coming into earshot.

“I think they found us,” one of the familiar voices whispered harshly.

“I told you hiding wouldn’t work!” Another voice came from the bush. “Quick, take a sha-peek and see how close they are.”

“Why do I have to do it?”

“Because, you’re the one who got us into this mess!”

“This is your fault!”

Ass cleared their throat loudly. Mclovin and Sha-mod’s heads popped out of the bush, each looking like a deer in the headlights.

“Sha-run for it!” Sha-mod exclaimed, and the the two booked it with Courtney and Ass in hot pursuit.

“Not so fast!” Courtney yelled.

“You’re not getting away that easy!” Ass pointed the gun in the general direction of the duo, shooting indiscriminately.

They chased their targets out of the woods and back to camp, leaving their conversation about friendship far behind.

#total drama #total takes island #tti #tti ass #tti courtney #tti assney #assney #total drama takes takes #not a take #my fanfic

[fontasticcrablettes]

BONUS: Yuri vs Flynn

They didn't have a chance to go head to head in the bracket, but these competitive knuckleheads demand a chance to face off.

Who's hotter, the vigilante or the knight?

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"Man." Yuri stared sullenly at the spires of Zaphias Castle as they rose on the horizon. "I can't believe I lost to some royal twit."

Beside on him on the deck of the Fiertia, Flynn said, "He seemed nice enough."

"He offered to name a pig after me as a consolation prize!"

"Maybe you should have entered a pig under your name, and you would have won."

Without looking over, Yuri shoved Flynn hard enough to make him stumble to the side. "Like you can talk. I know I would at least have beaten the guy you were up against."

Flynn righted himself and turned to Yuri, arms crossed. "Oh, would you?"

"'Course I would've. I know how I stack up against people who look like you."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm the hot one, and we both know it."

"If that's what helps you sleep at night."

Yuri turned away from the railing. "Hey, Estelle!"

Estelle, deep in conversation with Judith and Rita, turned from across the deck. When Yuri waved her over, all three girls joined them.

Flynn said, "Yuri, you don't have to involve -"

"Which of us is hotter?" Yuri jerked his thumb between himself and Flynn.

Estelle looked between them with a trace of panic. "Oh, um... um... I think you're both very handsome!"

"But who's more handsome?" Yuri asked.

Flynn sighed and shook his head. "Ignore him, Lady Estellise. Yuri is being ridiculous."

Judith folded her arms and surveyed the options. "Hm.... Strip your shirts off so we can get a better look."

"W-what?!" Flynn straightened up and then snatched Yuri's arm when it went for his belt. "Yuri!" he hissed. "Not in front of Lady Estellise!"

"This is so stupid," Rita said. "You're both ugly enough to have lost your stupid tournament."

"That was rigged," Yuri said. "Come on, now it's just me and Flynn. I'm hotter, right, Judy?"

"This is such a waste of time, Yuri," Flynn said, scowling. But he couldn't help but add, "Besides, I'm the one with a cupboard full of love letters I can't get women in the castle to stop sending me."

Estelle giggled. "You two will turn anything into a competition, won't you?"

"What are they bickering about now?" Karol asked, strolling over with Raven from the bow of the ship.

Flynn started to say 'nothing' but Judith got there first.

"They're arguing over who's sexier. I think we may have to have a vote."

"Oh no..." Estelle said. "I don't want to have to vote against either of them.... I would feel bad."

"Well, well." Raven put his fingers to his chin as he grinned. "I have a solution for ya there. This whole shebang is unnecessary, 'cause obviously the sexiest man here is Raven the Great!"

Without a shift of facial expression, the rest of the group chorused, "No."

#tales of sexyman #yuri lowell #flynn scifo #nightfoot writes things #''why do Yuri and Flynn get a dedicated ficlet and bonus poll when they lost but no one else has?'' #well you see #when I am not hosting sexy character polls this is actually primarily a Write Fic About Flynn and/or Yuri blog #anyway I fully expect Yuri to demolish Flynn but I also assumed Yuri would beat Peony so you never know!