#and now i have extra 8-9 i will post separately

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MileApo Poll: A Year in Review (the incomplete list):

Vote for your favourite moment from this highly scientific poll where I talk about quantum physics and socialism (or just come and enjoy this little trip down memory lane)

The birthday gift that was a year and a half in the making!?

(the full timeline and lore | x)

2. Miles 'when will my husband return from the war' 2am lonesome blues sessions and Apos 'at least we're gazing at the same moon' separation anxiety posts

3. The Woody interview and the mortifying ordeal of being cherished

(the emotions 😭 also famous for such moments as omegaverse being confirmed real, nobody asked and Mistaken Identity: The Freudian Slip)

4. Bickering: the 6th love language (smoothie vs coffee)

View on Twitter (plus the entire saga)

5. Mile as seen by Apo '23 edition

6. Fun ways to introduce Marxist praxis to fine dinning

(some extra goodies as a treat)

7. 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ (who needs marriage when you can have quantum entanglement)

8. This 'Before Sunrise' genre of Mile and Apo

9. When our eyes met on the runway.......... at the Monsters University fashion show...

(the origin story now in technicolor)

10. In conclusion 😭😭😭

⬇️ Poll under the cut ⬇️

#mileapo #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #mile phakphum romsaithong #apo nattawin wattanagitiphat #kinnporsche cast #kinnporsche #man suang #mileapodaily #mileapoedit #poll #photo #gif #* #i had most of this done and wanted to get it posted during the perineum between christmas and new year #but my birthday like every year had the audacity of occurring #and then i got the blues and lost motivation and have been hibernating ever since #but goddammit i was nearly done so i will finish it!!! 👇😠 #so belated happy holidays-new year-birthday-etc to those who celebrate 🎉 #the 30 image limit is really keeping me in check otherwise we could be here all year (ayy 😎) #tho i still somehow got the teeniest amount of service top mile and bratty apo in there

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FINALLY another creepypasta writer omg. if it is not too much to ask, may I please request general headcanons for Laughing Jack and Candy Pop (only you want to look into him)!! Take your time && have a good day <33

Anon I’m so sorry but I didn’t have time for candy pop but I will post for him eventually but here’s the headcanons for LJ mamas sorry if it’s short I was writing them during work 😭😭😭

Warnings: only one nsfw one at the end

1. He 100% uses pet names that are related to sweets like sugar, etc

2. He’d definitely like the fact that you’re smaller than him and that he can easily pick you up (and manhandle you)

3. Unlike most of the other creepypastas I think if you actually got close to him he’d be really nice (I truly believe he just wants a friend and I will stand by that)

4. He’ll give you lots and lots of candy even if you don’t like candy you do now

5. If you’re plus size he definitely enjoys squeezing your chubbiness he likes the way his claws/fingers look against you

6. He is a thigh man all the way he loves thigh highs, skirts, shorts, anything that shows off your thighs (he’s def the type to rip a pair of fishnets off of you)

7. He has trust issues because of Isaac and gets jealous easily

8. He’s a sucker for any type of affection and pda he will be all over you he doesn’t care who’s watching

9. He hates having serious conversations and arguing so please don’t get mad at him

10. He basically forces you to go everywhere with him my man has the worst separation anxiety

Silly extra one bcuz yes

H̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ i̶s̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶p̶e̶d̶ a̶n̶d̶ I̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶ b̶y̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ t̶i̶l̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶ I̶ d̶i̶e̶

#laughing jack #lj creepypasta #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #headcanon #anon #laughing jack smut #creepypasta x reader smut #creepypasta smut

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Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 8: The Woes of Womanhood (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 8: The Woes of Womanhood

With the return of Prince Daemon, and Princess Rhaenyra, the Red Keep braces itself for the inevitable implosion of scandal once more.

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |

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Warnings: Nothing of note, except longgg chapter ahead. Alicent, Daemon and Rhaenyra interactions ahead!

Word Count: 7.1k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: hello all! i'm sorry for this very late and much needed update to se zaldrizoti' prumia, which is why this chapter is longer than usual haha. my exams are finally over and i'm on break now, so i will be devoting myself to writing more all the way till school starts again.

also: i added in an extra rhaenyra and reader interaction at the end of chapter 7. it's not crucial to the understanding of the plot, but it does explain why rhaenyra is significantly more civil with the reader in this chapter, so do check it out :) if you're lazy to go back and read it, here's a separate post i made of it! happy reading!

p.s. check the a/n at the end for some future plans I have for this fic :)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

109 years after Aegon’s Conquest, 5 months later 

The persistent cries of a babe echoed throughout the Queen’s chambers, and the wet nurses and nannies watched with pity as Alicent attempted to soothe a wailing Helaena, to no success. “Shh, it’s alright, Helaena. Don’t fuss, please,” Alicent implored softly, looking a little close to tears herself. 

The doors to the nursery opened quietly, and you stepped in, concern etched on your face upon hearing all the crying. The skirts of your dark red gown swished as you walked, alerting the people in the room to your presence. Stark relief was painted on their faces as you walked over to Alicent and she handed Helaena wordlessly over to you. You adjusted Helaena in your arms, cooing at her softly, “There, there, little princess. Ry iksos sȳrī, dōna dārilaros.” Gradually, Helaena started to calm down, staring up at you with wide purple eyes as you sang a soft lullaby in Valyrian to her. When her eyelids finally fluttered shut, you gently placed her back in the cradle, rocking her a few more times for good measure. 

Alicent was sitting in her bedchambers adjoining the nursery, head bent, looking weary. Nonetheless, she shot you a smile as you entered the room quietly, moving to pour her a cup of tea. “I fear sometimes I would be bereft without you” Alicent’s voice was soft, as you walked over to her, handing her the cup of tea. “I would feel like a hollow shell without you.” 

“Don’t say things like that,” you comforted her, “You know you’re doing the best you can.” “And yet, I can barely soothe mine own daughter who is only five moons old,” Alicent bit her lip, cradling her cup of tea. You could tell from the nervous bobbing of her throat that she wanted to pick at her nails again, which was why you brewed her the cup of tea. She was unable to pick at her nails if she was holding something hot. And so it had become habit for you to hand her a cup of hot tea whenever she was distressed like this. 

“Not everyone is born to be a natural at parenting, Alicent,” you consoled her. “And babes are difficult to understand, much less comfort.” “I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, if I cannot even be an adequate mother to my own children, how do I even bear the title of ‘Mother of the Realm’?” Alicent sighed, looking downcast. “My children are more taken with you than they are with me. It is a little disheartening to see.” You inched closer to her, and she placed one of her hands in yours, another holding onto her teacup. You squeezed her hand gently - another strange habit that the two of you had unconsciously developed. It reminded you so much of Rhaenyra, and your thoughts wandered to her, and how she was faring on her marriage tour. 

In truth, apart from Helaena, Alicent was still mulling about the conversation with her father nearly six moons ago. Though Otto had not brought up the subject in earnest again, Alicent had noticed Otto’s visits to her apartments increase over the past few moons. His visits, which were already quite frequent, had built up to a daily occurrence, with Alicent uncomfortably glancing at her father as his green eyes rested on you whilst you bustled around, serving the both of them or soothing Alicent's children. Alicent was compelled to do something, anything, to warn you of her father’s deepening interest in you, but with Helaena’s birth and her still acclimating to the duties of a Queen, as well as her uncertainty over her father’s intentions, she had kept mum. 

“You know,” Alicent’s voice startled you out of your train of thoughts. “You would make a great mother someday. Should you wish to marry, of course.” “Are you chasing me away from your service, my Queen?” you teased her playfully. Alicent’s eyes widened with panic, “Oh no, I was just mentioning- since you are wonderful with Helaena and Aegon and-” You squeezed her hand lightly, “I was just jesting, Alicent. I know you meant it as a compliment.” Alicent’s shoulders loosened slightly, as she laughed. “Oh. Forgive me, Y/N. My mind was occupied. But I really do mean it, you know,” she said earnestly. You smiled at her, though it did not reach your eyes. Your thoughts were still consumed by the conversation you had with your father at the Kingswood. The past six moons have been devoid of any correspondence from your father, something you would have greatly relished all those moons ago. Yet now, it only served to make you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff, unsure when you would plummet. You shook it off, not wanting to feel the unpleasant crawling feeling under your skin whenever you thought about your father. 

“In truth,” you began quietly, “I already am a mother.” Alicent looked puzzled. “I do not know whether I will be fated to be a mother of my own children in this lifetime, but in my view, you are like a daughter to me, Alicent. So in a way, I already am a mother.” Alicent’s eyes grew misty, as she said quietly, “I feel you are akin to a mother to me as well, Y/N. Words cannot express my gratitude towards you for your guidance over the past few years.” You smiled, moving to brush one of Alicent’s loose strands of hair out of the way. 

The both of you were interrupted by the sound of a soft knock at the door as another lady-in-waiting of Alicent’s, Lady Eliza Butterwell, a shy maid of fourteen entered the room and curtsied. 

“I apologise for the disturbance, Your Grace. But the King has called for the court to gather in the throne room.” Alicent’s brows furrowed. “Whatever for?” Her next words shot an odd thrill through you, one that you haven’t felt in several years. “Prince Daemon has returned to King’s Landing on Caraxes, Your Grace. With a crown.” 

The way to the throne room was swarmed with courtiers, but you were fortunate enough to find yourself as one of the spectators at the front. You caught a few faint whispers as you walked into the throne room, "Daemon..." "The Triarchy, all dead..." "The Myrish have never been more humiliated!" "At last, my ships can travel through the shipping lanes without fear of being attacked again..."

You played with the rings on your fingers nervously as you watched Viserys sit himself on the throne, his expression brooding. He afforded you a small nod when he glimpsed you in the crowd, to which you replied with a small bow of your head. Your eyes were so busy watching the entrance however, that you failed to notice the watchful gaze of Otto Hightower on you. His gaze soon turned away when Viserys caught him looking at you, his lips pressed together. 

It all came to an end however, as the crowd quieted, and the distant clink of armour could be heard. Your eyes were narrowed and your eyebrows furrowed as Daemon swaggered into the hall. Your eyes were drawn to his now shortened hair, and a crude makeshift of a crown seated upon his head. You could sense a change in him, and not just in appearance. 

Your lips turned downwards as Daemon sauntered too close to the throne, and was met with the sword of a Kingsguard to his abdomen. The fool. Your eyes narrowed even further when Daemon lifted a beaten hammer at Viserys, seemingly in challenge. 

“Add it to the chair.” A loud clatter reverberated through the room as Daemon dropped the hammer on the floor with a flourish. You had to bite back a smile. The years have not tempered his flair for the dramatics. 

The tension was palpable between the two brothers as Viserys stared at his brother, trying to decipher his true motives. “You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself King?” “Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me: King of the Narrow Sea.” So they really did prevail in the end. You smiled slightly to yourself. Of course Daemon would miraculously manage to reverse the odds. But you felt bolts of alarm going off in your head as you registered Daemon’s words. The fool, is he meaning to challenge the King? Has war clobbered him such that he has lost all his wits? 

“But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace.” You loosened a subtle sigh of relief as Daemon genuflected in front of Viserys, taking his crown off. “My crown and the Stepstones are yours, Your Grace.” 

The court watched with bated breath, as Viserys rose from the throne, climbing down the steps and standing before Daemon. 

Daemon registered a movement at the corner of his eye, and turned to meet the distrusting glare of Otto Hightower, which Daemon returned with equal venom. So, the leech still lives. How unfortunate. His gaze then trailed over to a familiar figure clad in dark red. 

You.

Violet eyes met yours, and he let his eyes trail lazily over your figure. He noted the coil of tension in your muscles as you observed the proceedings. His lips quirked up into a smirk, and you narrowed your eyes at him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. Daemon noticed, concealing a chuckle, which seemed wholly inappropriate at this moment. He directed his gaze back to Viserys, staring back at him unflinchingly as he scrutinised Daemon for any ill intent. Brother, really? Daemon wanted to scoff when he saw Viserys glance at that cunt of a Hand. Do you distrust me so? 

“Rise.” Daemon got to his feet, looking at Viserys as he clapped a tentative hand on Daemon’s shoulder. He has grown more haggard through the years, Daemon noted with concern, his eyes trailing discreetly to the leather gloves Viserys now wore. Has marriage not been treating you well, brother? What have those cunts done to you while I was gone?  

You applauded with the rest of the court as Viserys swept Daemon into a stiff, but genuine brotherly embrace. A smile tugged at your lips as you watched Viserys escort Daemon out of the throne room, and Daemon shot you an arrogant smirk as he passed you. Subconsciously, you felt the lightest you had been in these three years.

It was a refreshingly cool day and the air was abound with a celebratory mood as the court gathered in the gardens for the “small” feast heralding Daemon’s return. Dressed in a cream gown with a ruffled off the shoulder overlay, your gauzy dusky orange skirt overlay billowed slightly in the cool breeze. Your cream skirt was embroidered with gold swirls faintly reminiscent of roses, which matched the golden belt inlaid with seven large rubies Viserys had gifted to you recently. A golden rose dangling off a chain hooked on the belt glittered in the sunlight. 

Viserys was holding court in your small party of four, consisting of you, Alicent, Daemon and him. Otto stood away at a respectful distance, likely out of disdain for Daemon than by choice. 

“No, no, no, no, I will not revisit this debate. You were always Mother’s favourite,” Viserys declared heartily. His gloved hands were resting on both Daemon and your shoulders, as he chattered to Alicent happily. “Our mother, she had no regard for customs, traditions or rules. And I sadly, was no great warrior.” Viserys sighed as you and Daemon shared an amused glance. “Lady Primrose was always partial to you though, brother,” Daemon pointed out. Viserys chuckled, “That’s because you nearly drove the poor woman up the wall with your antics. Or should I say, the both of you did,” he wagged a finger at the both of you, expression accusatory yet his eyes were smiling and full of warmth. 

You and Daemon exchanged identical smirks. “Well, if you weren’t always such an-” you were cut off as Viserys clapped a hand over your mouth, and Daemon sniggered at your indignant expression. “Ah, I thought the passing years would have cooled your temper, Y/N,” Viserys chided. Daemon lifted his eyebrows in mischief, “Indeed, byka zaldrizes. It has been three years, and you are still as hot-headed as ever.” You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, “Only because you deserve it, Your Grace.” 

“Now you know why the two of them nearly drove Y/N’s mother to madness when she was raising all three of us,” Viserys laughed to Alicent, whose expression was courteous, yet taut with awkwardness. She felt supremely out of place in the midst of your reminiscing, and you shot her a sympathetic smile. Daemon’s eyes followed your every move, even as he made a jape at his brother, “Come now, brother. Do not absolve yourself of any responsibility. The three of us all had our fair share of rebellion.” “I never said I was absolving myself of any responsibility,” Viserys joked goodnaturedly, clapping Daemon’s shoulder. “Though the fact remains that the two of you made up the bulk of trouble caused in the Red Keep.” 

Your eyes widened slightly when you saw someone enter your conversation. Rhaenyra tried to look subtle as she sidled into the gap between you and Alicent. Viserys didn’t notice, still chattering happily to Daemon, but you saw that Alicent had a similar expression of surprise. 

“Congratulations on your victory,” Rhaenyra smiled warmly at Daemon, seemingly ignorant of the reprimanding glare Viserys was now levelling at the unexpected appearance of his daughter. Viserys released Daemon’s shoulder, moving to take a heavy swig from his goblet. Daemon shot you a look that clearly said: whatever happened here? You discreetly tilted your head in a ‘I’ll explain later’ motion, and Daemon redirected his attention back to Rhaenyra. “Thank you, Princess.” 

The ensuing silence had never felt more painful. “Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery? He hasn’t yet seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor.” You bit your bottom lip at Alicent’s very obvious attempt to thaw the stifling atmosphere between the five of you, and at Viserys’ mocking expression of disbelief and concentration. “Would you like to see the tapestries?” Viserys could barely contain his mirth, and Daemon had tilted his head downward to muffle his laughter, while you looked disapprovingly at the two of them. “He has no interest in such things!” Viserys guffawed, clapping Daemon’s shoulder, oblivious to Alicent’s crestfallen expression. 

Daemon felt a glare upon him, and he looked up to see your frown as both brothers were in stitches. He smirked at you, clearly amused by your protective mothering of the young Queen. 

Ah, my little rose, caring too much for others, as always. Daemon mused to himself. 

“I’d like to see them.” Viserys’ expression immediately turned into one of barely veiled irritation. “Well then, you should not deprive yourself.” You winced at his snappish tone, as Rhaenyra shot him a cold smile. “I shall enjoy them alone.” 

You were about to excuse yourself to go after her, when Viserys clapped a hand on your shoulder once more, ordering a servant to refill your wine goblet. Alicent gave you a nod which conveyed her understanding, and she excused herself from the group, heading towards the bench where Rhaenyra was brooding after being chastised. Viserys was all too happy to see her go, directing you and Daemon into another conversation about your late mother and Prince Baelon, as well as your shared childhood. 

After a rather taxing conversation with Viserys and Daemon, you managed to excuse yourself as Viserys was occupied with some courtiers eager to curry favour with the King. Heading to the Godswood for some reprieve, you exhaled in relief when you found the clearing to be void of any presence. At long last, some peace. You closed your eyes and felt the summer breeze caress your face gently, smiling happily. 

You heard an infernal clearing of a throat behind you, and you reluctantly turned around to meet Daemon’s twinkling violet eyes, his lips turned up in his signature smirk. 

“Seven Hells, must a lady kill to have some peace for a minute?” you grumbled. Daemon chuckled, moving closer to you. “Having killed as much as I did in the Stepstones, I would say you do not need to resort to such drastic measures, byka zaldrizes.” 

You rolled your eyes in mild frustration, “I suppose it would be far too impolite of me to ask for you to leave me in peace, then?” Daemon smirked as he loomed over you, his eyes scanning you shamelessly again, like he did three years ago in the throne room when you first saw each other after so many years, “Court etiquette would deem it so, byka zaldrizes. But if I recall correctly, you were never one to ask when it came to me.” 

Vexed, you made a beeline for the tables set in the open corridor that was shaded by a trellis creeping with wisteria flowers. Daemon followed, watching you like a hawk as you loaded a plate high with lemon cakes, strawberry tarts, currant compote, gingerbread and figs. Daemon leaned over your shoulder and snatched a strawberry tart from your plate, grinning as you whirled your head around to glare viciously at him.  

You ventured to sit beneath the Godswood tree, setting your plate of treats on the ground, and crossing your legs in an unladylike manner. Daemon smirked as he watched you: this was a familiar sight from your shared childhood. He unhooked his scabbard which Dark Sister was sheathed in from his belt so that he could sit down next to you and lean back against the trunk of the Godswood. He secretly tried to make off with a lemon cake, but you smacked his hand away, causing him to lift his hand to his chest with a wounded expression on his face. You dipped a gingerbread into the currant compote, munching on it. 

“You’ve changed, you know,” Daemon remarked, finally successfully thwarting your attempts to stop him from pillaging from your platter of sweets and lifting a lemon cake to his mouth. You offered him an exasperated look, yet he could detect the faint hint of fondness in your glare. The both of you had been like this since you were children, always sneaking off with lemon cakes and strawberry tarts from the royal kitchens and huddling under the Godswood, giggling and munching on your stolen goods until you were discovered by the servants.

“I could say the same for you,” you eyed his new haircut. “You always used to have a preference for longer hairstyles.” “Well, that was before someone decided to cut off my hair during my sleep once,” Daemon snarked, running his hand through his hair. You snorted, “You can’t still be hung up on that, can you, my Prince?” “How can I forget the only girl who was foolish enough to use Dark Sister in such a manner?” “I believe the word you were looking for was audacious, my Prince,” you smiled winningly at him. Daemon only rolled his eyes, reaching over to snatch the strawberry tart you were holding in your hands, causing you to let out a sound of protest. 

The two of you sat in silence in the Godswood for a while, as you nibbled on your sweet treats. “In all honesty,” Daemon’s head snapped up in interest. “I think I’ve changed little over the years, but so much simultaneously.” You eyed the fig in your hand with despondence, “Do I sound foolish?” 

“Yes,” Daemon answered, causing you to chuck a grape at him, which he caught with annoying ease. “Seven hells, let me finish before you resort to violence, byka zaldrizes. I think you sound foolish, yes, but I happen to think you have changed a great deal. And for the better.” 

You mockingly gaped at his last remark, “A compliment from the Rogue Prince himself? Have the Seven Hells froze over?” Daemon narrowed his eyes, moving to smear currant compote on your gown, but you squealed and darted further from him. “Curb your disbelief, will you?” he scoffed, taking a bite out of his gingerbread dipped in currant compote. “It’s not just the hairstyle I fashion that has changed, you know, byka zaldrizes.” 

“Well,” you mused, “I suppose you do seem changed by your exploits in the Stepstones. More mature, perhaps, to a minute extent.” Daemon raised an eyebrow, “Coming from you, that is high praise, byka zaldrizes.” 

“I thought you might still be irate, or disgruntled after Viserys unnamed you as heir.” Daemon snickered slightly under his breath, remembering how wroth he was when the messenger from his brother came. “Well, they say time heals all wounds, byka zaldrizes.” You smile weakly at the mention of the word ‘time’, recalling your father’s ultimatum. “Let’s hope you can refrain from causing any more trouble this time then.” Daemon’s face twisted unpleasantly, “You mean, if that cunt of a Hand doesn’t decide to slander my name once more.” 

“Speaking of, you seem quite…close to the new queen, hmm?” You heard the displeased edge in Daemon’s voice as he refused to address Alicent by name. How childishly Daemon-like. “I’m her chief lady-in-waiting, Daemon. Is it not natural for me to be close to her?” 

“This is different,” Daemon leaned forward, eyes alight. “You care for the girl, don’t you? Far beyond the limitations of devotion that a lady-in-waiting has for her queen.” You looked at him, unimpressed. “I do not see how that is any of your business, but yes, I do. Alicent is akin to a daughter to me.” 

Daemon gave a snort of gravelly laughter, “You ought be careful, you know. Your maternal instincts might incite some trouble for you some day.” You bristled, “She’s a young girl, Daemon. As someone who is older than her and used to court machinations, I would consider it an obligation to acclimatise her to her new role. Being Queen is no easy feat, you know. Unlike being a Prince.” Daemon smirked, “And yet, you would not be in this position had I not opened your eyes to your fragile political standing a few years ago, did I not?” You rolled your eyes, taking another lemon cake. “If you are expecting some gratitude, I would regret to inform you that your hopes are gravely misplaced.” 

“I never expect anything from you, byka zaldrizes,” his smirk widened as he observed you while you nibbled on the lemon cake. “Truth be told however,” Daemon’s voice carried some genuineness, though he attempted to disguise it, “I am…pleased you took my advice to heart. Not a great many deal of people do.” You were mildly taken aback by how sincere he sounded: perhaps the Rogue Prince had a soft spot after all. “Well, it was sound advice,” you admitted, trying to sound pained. “Which was unexpected, coming from you.” 

“Perhaps you should admit that I’m a better influence than you think I am,” Daemon teased. You rolled your eyes, “Now, now, let’s not get a moment’s victory swell up your ego.” “Oh, I’ve won plenty of victories, byka zaldrizes,” Daemon snarked back, smug, “I dare say I have enough cause to be as proud as I am.” “Says the one who lost in a contest of arms,” you muttered under your breath. Daemon raised an eyebrow, flicking your forehead. “Ow!” you scowled, “What was that for?” 

“A reminder that insolence will not be tolerated in front of your Prince,” he grinned evilly at you. You narrowed your eyes, dipping a finger in the currant compote and moving to smear it on his forehead. Irritatingly, Daemon’s reflexes were much quicker than yours, and he caught your wrist with ease, tugging your hand towards his mouth to lick the compote off your finger while you shrieked. “That’s disgusting!” you sputtered out. Strangely, you felt a warm, rolling sensation at watching Daemon sucking the compote off your finger…however, you soon gagged at the thought. 

Daemon looked pleased with himself as he released your wrist, “I prefer not to let food go to waste.” You huffed, “I was wrong. War has not matured you in the least.” 

“Well, most of the court is terribly lacking in maturity anyway.” Daemon shrugged, leaning back against the trunk again. “Speaking of, how have you been faring in this court of vipers? Has your father finally found someone who is sufficiently tolerant of your impudence to marry you off to yet?” 

Your face visibly fell at his last question, causing Daemon to frown slightly. “Have I misspoke?” Daemon cursed himself after that last question. ‘Why do I care?’ He thought to himself. He studied your dispirited expression. ‘I don’t know why…I can’t stand seeing her like this.’ His memory trailed back to the day of that blasted tourney, where he swore he watched your heart crack into two. 

He never wanted to see that expression grace your face again. 

“The question of…marriage,” you spat out that word with such distaste. “Is a complicated one. My father has given me an ultimatum: I must marry before the year ends, or face being disinherited and disowned by House Tyrell.” Daemon was never a man to be shocked, but now he looked positively dumbfounded. “Surely you’re jesting?” Daemon thought back to his vague impression of Lord Matthos: the man had seemed kindly enough, albeit he always looked much older and weary for his age, which could be attributed to your infamous temper and tendency to reject any prospective marriage matches he tried to make for you. But still, Lord Matthos cherished you, his only surviving child. Or so Daemon thought. 

You shook your head despondently, “How I wish I was.” You sighed, your head drooped. “I thought…after so many years of resistance, my father would have finally given up on me. But it seems I was gravely mistaken,” your voice was resigned. “Laughable, is it not? You tried to warn me three years ago to save me from this fate, and I thought I had avoided it.” 

Daemon let out a jagged laugh. “Responsibilities are hard to evade, byka zaldrizes. Even as a Prince, I was forced to wed for the sake of duty.” You turned to face him, and he was taken aback to see the tears glistening in your eyes. “But you can evade them,” you pointed out quietly. “You could mount Caraxes at any time, fly to Dragonstone, King’s Landing, Essos, or wherever else to avoid your wife. But me?” You choked out a laugh, “I’m just a woman, Daemon. I have no dragon, or even a cock.” Your voice sounded bitter. “I always envied you for that. You men of the realm have more liberties than you give credit for. You can go wherever you please, fuck anyone you please, and to no consequence. I wish I could do the same.” 

Your words suddenly brought Daemon back to a memory of his childhood that he had long buried. He was nearing his 14th nameday, and he had finally convinced Viserys to sneak out with him for a night of revelry and debauchery in Flea Bottom. When he and his brother had returned to the Red Keep just before the hour of the bat, he had found you in his chambers, arms crossed and anger creasing your features, demanding an explanation of his whereabouts. When you had learnt that they were mucking about Flea Bottom, your face had turned indignant. 

“Why had you not asked me along?” your words surprised Daemon, and he guffawed. “Y/N, I’m not sure if you realise, but Flea Bottom is not a place for girls like you,” Daemon said bluntly, moving to fling himself on his bed. “And why not?” you raised your voice. Daemon had levelled an unimpressed look at you. “You’re a lady, Y/N. Ladies shouldn’t be seen in places like Flea Bottom. Now go away, you’re giving me a headache.” Daemon flopped his head into the pillows, groaning at the creeping hangover as a result of the amount of strongwine he had drank this evening. He thought you would just huff and go back to your rooms, but he was surprised to hear your next words tinged with hurt. 

“But…” you chewed on your lip. “You never even told me you were going. You tell me everything, even if I don’t want to listen.” Daemon had let out a groan of frustration, “And? Did you really want to hear that I was going to fuck some whores on the Street of Silk?” He heard your gasp, and it only solidified his belief that you were trying to nag at him like some prim, proper lady your mother was always training you to be. “I thought not. Now fuck off, I need to sleep.” He buried his face in his pillows, so he didn’t even notice when you left. 

It was only until you left that he realised he had brought back some cakes for you that he never had a chance to give to you, since you avoided him like the plague for the next few days. 

So that’s why you were mad at him. Realisation dawned on Daemon. It wasn’t because you were chagrined by his frequenting of brothels, it was because you felt hurt at being excluded. The three of you had used to do nearly everything together, and Daemon had considered you like a little sister after his mother’s death, though from the way the two of you bickered and roughhoused with one another, you were more like another brother to him instead. But something had changed after the first time he had paid a visit to the Street of Silk, and without him knowing it, he started treating you like a woman instead of his closest companion.

 He looked back at you. You were hugging yourself now, face despondent as you thought about your bleak future ahead. He suddenly felt the urge to embrace you, to wipe the gloom from your features. Yet while his heart willed it, his mind did not. So he could only take a deep breath and say in an unusually gentle voice, “I understand what you’re going through. I…” he struggled to get the words out. “...I’m sorry.” You turned your head in his direction, slightly disconcerted by his apology. “What for?” 

‘For you being a woman, for you being helpless to your fate.’ He tried to formulate a response. ‘For not being able to do more to help you. For everything.’ 

“For your situation,” he managed to choke out in the end, though they were not the words his heart wanted so desperately to say. You gave him a small smile, your eyes distant with sadness, “I never thought I’d hear you apologise…but thank you.” Although it is useless in preventing my fate. 

Daemon was internally frustrated with himself at his failed attempt at getting his emotions across, and at wiping the gloom from your face. Unsure of what to do, he picked up another strawberry tart and offered it to you. Dumbfounded, you opened your mouth and he gingerly fed you the tart. Despondent, yet utterly mystified, you studied him carefully, but his face gave nothing away. In the end, you dismissed this as just Daemon behaving unusually again. It was only normal after the bloodshed he had seen in the Stepstones…right?  

Despite your own predicament, it seemed relations in the Red Keep were taking a turn for the better. Over the past few months, Rhaenyra had gradually patched up her estrangement with Alicent, much to your delight. Rhaenyra had even warmed a bit to Alicent’s children, though she still regarded Aegon with a bit of disdain - you weren’t quite sure if it were due to his position as Viserys’ only son or because of Aegon’s tantrums. Helaena seemed to be comfortable around Rhaenyra however, always silent and content whenever Rhaenyra picked her up. While Viserys was still notably displeased by Rhaenyra’s abandonment of her marriage tour, he appeared fairly resigned by his daughter’s wilfulness. 

It was due to Rhaenyra’s warmer relations that you found yourself in the company of Rhaenyra more and more these days, like now. You were engaged in a game of cyvasse with her, although you were losing quite badly due to Rhaenyra’s aggressive play style. 

“I win!” Rhaenyra exclaimed with delight as she captured your last remaining key piece. You groaned, but smiled good-naturedly at her. “Well played, Rhaenyra.” Rhaenyra laughed, “Tis only your first time playing. You held up rather admirably in my opinion, but your defence needs more work.” 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you smiled, reaching over to pour yourself another cup of tea. Elinda Massey, one of Rhaenyra’s ladies-in-waiting, entered the room to deliver a parchment to her, and Rhaenyra frowned as she opened it. 

“What is it?” I questioned. “A summons from Father,” Rhaenyra sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “It appears a few lords, notably Jason Lannister,” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, “Have been inquiring about my prospective matches yet again. Father wishes to reopen talks of marriage when we break fast tomorrow.” 

You eyed her sympathetically, “I’m sorry, Rhaenyra.” Rhaenyra snorted, “Whatever for? Jason Lannister is the one who needs to apologise for being such a brash, brazen fuckhead.” 

“Rhaenyra!” You doubled over with laughter at her description. Rhaenyra crossed her arms. “Tis true, is it not? If only the Lannisters had as much wits to spare as they have gold.” You tried to contain your laughter, “I can see your uncle is rubbing off you.” Rhaenyra smirked, “Well, I should hope not. Did you hear about his latest exploits?” You smiled ruefully, “How could I not?” Daemon was never one to stray far from trouble for long, and war had not tempered his lusts in the slightest. He had taken up with his old companions of the City Watch, drinking in taverns, bedding whores, and the like. You were not wrong to say Daemon had not matured, but you didn’t know the full story. 

Rhaenyra stood up and walked to the window of her room, sighing as she clasped her hands behind her back. “Sometimes, I do wish I could be more like my uncle.” “An absolute scoundrel?” You answered, walking up to her and offering a goblet of Arbor gold. She smiled and took it. 

“A man. With an abundance of freedom to spare despite the fact he is married.” You raised your eyebrows, this sounded eerily similar to your conversation with Daemon under the Godswood a while ago. 

“It’s not just his freedom I desire,” Rhaenyra looked pensive. “Were I born a man, this bother of a marriage tour would never have occurred in the first place. There would be no call into question about my legitimacy and suitability for the throne due to my gender. And-” Rhaenyra struggled to contain her frustration. 

You gave her a sad look. Of course you understood what she meant, you had wished that yourself.  

“I hate to confess this but…” Rhaenyra bit her lip, “...I’m afraid of what the path of marriage has in store for me. I do not want to end up like my mother - I’ve seen enough of how she suffered in her tenure as Queen, trying to give Father the heir he so craved. I do not wish to just be some broodmare for my husband.” 

“Sadly, we are women, Rhaenyra,” you reminded her solemnly. Rhaenyra huffed in exasperation, draining her goblet with one huge gulp, putting it down on a nearby table before pacing around her room. You watched her in commiseration. “I almost forgot to ask - how is…your situation faring?” Rhaenyra asked delicately. You sighed, “About as well as you’d imagine. I must either live as a nameless commoner or as a married woman in two moon turns.” Rhaenyra circled back to you to take your hands in hers and squeezing it tightly. “Have you told my father yet? Perhaps he can arrange a betrothal for you, or convince your father to change his mind.” You gave her a close-lipped smile. “I wouldn’t want to trouble Viserys in this way. He is busy enough as it is.” And you still couldn’t resign yourself to the fate of marriage just yet. Nightmares had been plaguing you more incessantly nowadays, all either of being married off to some lord who was old and balding or someone whom you despised, of Aemma’s various miscarriages and her eventual death in childbirth. More oft than not, you would wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweat. 

Rhaenyra flashed you a sympathetic look, squeezing your hands so tightly in hers that they were growing numb. “In any case, I will be here for you, whatever you may choose.” You bowed your head in gratitude, “Thank you, Rhaenyra. But I couldn’t possibly, I wouldn’t know how to repay you.” 

Rhaenyra waved her hand dismissively, “Father always says you are family. And you are like a mother to me, especially after Mother died. Dragons look out for their own kind.” Your eyes grew misty at her words, as you murmured your gratitude under your breath. 

You noticed Rhaenyra looking out her window wistfully. “Is there something else on your mind?” You inquired. Rhaenyra turned to you, her eyes alight with curiosity. “Y/N, you’ve been to the city before, have you?” You looked puzzled at her question. “Yes, my mother had chaperoned me once, but it’s been a few years since that. Why do you ask?” 

Rhaenyra looked deep in thought. “In my governance classes with my tutors recently, they had been stressing on the importance of knowing the people of the land you're about to rule. Granted, they were talking about nobility, mostly, but I’ve always been curious as to the inner workings of the lives of the peasants.” You couldn’t hide your surprise. “The peasants?” Rhaenyra looked sheepish as she dropped your hands. “I’ve never really been to much parts of King’s Landing apart from the Dragonpit and the Red Keep. It gets a little boring after being cooped up in here for so long, you know?” An uncomfortable expression creased your features: Rhaenyra sounded like an exact mirror of your young self, eager to explore, to have fun. But now, you were grown, and much more cautious. 

“You could ask Ser Harrold to bring you around the city,” you suggested, but Rhaenyra looked opposed to the idea. “Then when people see me coming, they’ll think of me as the Princess and scrape away like subservient, mindless goats. I want to catch a glimpse of their lives, of their true thoughts about me as heir.” “So you mean to go alone then?” you looked unsure, but Rhaenyra nodded eagerly. “That would be the plan, yes.” Her face suddenly became a bit more serious and thoughtful. “It might be my last chance to sneak out for adventure. Once I am married…I do not think my future husband will be very approving of this notion.” 

You were quiet for a while, before you spoke up again, a sudden enlightening occurred to you, “Rhaenyra, you know…marriage need not be an end to indulging your desires.” Rhaenyra gave you a perplexed look. “What does that mean?” “You’re not just some highborn woman, Rhaenyra,” you took her hand, eyes twinkling. “You are the Princess. The heir to the realm. Even your husband will have to submit to you in the future as your king consort, will he not?” Rhaenyra was beginning to see the light in your logic, and her face lit up, though it dimmed again as she spoke, “But my father…I cannot guarantee that he will not rebuke me if I step out of the line..” You considered her words carefully, “That may be true…but so long as you don’t bring shame to the kingdom, and keep your exploits discreet, you will still be able to retain some level of freedom to pursue your desires.” 

Understanding was beginning to dawn on Rhaenyra, as the gears in her head began spinning. “You might be right.” She lifted her head in pride, “I am a Targaryen Princess, and heir to the throne after all. What should I have to fear about the opinions of others?” You squeezed her hand gently. “So you see, marriage might not be the end to your freedom as you thought. You are a smart woman, Rhaenyra. Do not let marriage confine you.” You were excited yourself. You didn’t have the same power Rhaenyra would have over her future consort, but still, you hoped that with Rhaenyra as an example, mayhaps there can be greater liberty afforded in marriages for highborn women, including yourself. 

Feeling confident of your own words, you looked into Rhaenyra’s violet eyes and smiled, “Always remember that you are the blood of the dragon, Rhaenyra. As heir to the throne, you have more advantages and liberties than most ladies of the land could ever hope for. Leverage them wisely, and be smart about your privileges to carve out the life you want to live.” You went silent, before adding, “Aemma would’ve wanted you to.” 

Rhaenyra’s face was suffused with a rosy glow, both at the prospect of regaining some semblance of control in her life, and at your mention of her mother. Aemma was always a soft spot for her, evident by the ruby falcon necklace Rhaenyra had taken to wearing everyday without fail. “You’ve given me a great deal to think about, Y/N,” Rhaenyra smiled gratefully at you. “It is good to have someone of the same mind as I am here in this Keep.” She squeezed your hand in gratitude. “Out of everyone, I understand most of what you’re going through.” You smiled motherly at her. “I would do anything to help you fulfil your desires. Always remember that I’m here for you.” 

Meanwhile, concealed amidst the secret passageways in Rhaenyra’s apartments, a cloaked figure listened intently, a smirk tugging on his face as he listened to the discussion between you and his young niece. 

It appears my niece has a desire to see the city, hmm? 

I think I can make that happen. 

In the morrow, you were trying to calm Aegon in Alicent’s solar as he threw a tantrum, protesting today's choice of breakfast: which was porridge. When you heard faint footsteps and the sound of the door to the solar opening, you looked up, pulling a smile on your face while trying to prevent Aegon from grabbing his plate and smashing it. That smile faded however, as you took in Alicent’s grim appearance. You soon learnt about the reasoning behind her upset expression, and you gritted your teeth, feeling like smashing up a plate yourself. 

Daemon. 

That fucking cunt. 

Translations: Ry iksos sȳrī, dōna dārilaros. - All is well, sweet princess.       

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A/N: And that's chapter 8! Chapter 9 should be released sometime next week, and Act 1 will conclude at Chapter 10.

Also, I've been thinking about setting up a writing Instagram account, where I will post regularly on my daily progress on my fics as well as behind the scenes of my fic writing (e.g. my mental breakdowns over writers' block, sketches of character's outfits and advanced previews of upcoming fics). Let me know if you guys will be interested in that in the comments!

Additionally, I've also been thinking of publishing one shots of Daemon and the reader's childhood as well as alternate realities of how the fic could've gone if some characters had made different choices. This will be after the completion of Act 1 of course, and I already have some ideas hehe so stay tuned!

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[yuurivoice]

Hello! My name is Grim, and I fancy myself a bit of a researcher. Now, this is not for anything important or extremely serious. Instead, this is mostly for my own pure enjoyment and something I have in the works that is to be posted on Tumblr. You are not obligated to answer any or all of these questions I have posed. I know it’s a bit much. Take your time, but don’t feel obligated to do anything. Feel free to add any additional input! Thanks for your consideration!

1. How different do you think your work would be, in terms of getting across a point, in a different medium thats not Audio RP?

2. How do you think your work would be different if it more reflected main stream industry forms of storytelling where you as a creator would be more separate? (ex. movies, tv shows, games, etc.)

3. How important do you find the voice acting in your work?

4. You are the primary voice of your works. Would you consider taking a step back from voice acting in your work to focus on narrative work?

5. Do you believe your own individual ability to voice characters enhances the story overall?

6. Do you enjoy the idea of a “Listener character” or would you better prefer to not have one?

7. As a writer, how does the writing of the Listener take you out of your comfort zone? (ie their effect in relationships, plot movements, etc.)

8. Is Audio RP your favored form of art?

9. How do you believe Audio RP differs from main stream forms of art/entertainment?

10. Do you believe that your work has over arching themes that relate to you personally? (very optional)

How different do you think your work would be, in terms of getting across a point, in a different medium thats not Audio RP?

Not all that different, I gather. I have never sunk my teeth so deep into the sound design and art of it being an audio based medium that it is fundamental to my storytelling. My strengths have always leaned more into the writing and characterization specifically. The actual difference would be the immediate proposition of inviting the listener to be an active participant, which alters the experience more than anything.

How do you think your work would be different if it more reflected main stream industry forms of storytelling where you as a creator would be more separate? (ex. movies, tv shows, games, etc.)

I would probably be less inclined to beat the point into the audience with an extra degree or two of separation. There have been a handful of cases where I have intentionally doubled back to reiterate a point or respond to community reactions in real time through the text itself. See: BitterSweet Ch1 where Seth calls out potential insecurity about his appearance with a "if you have that little faith in Alphonse, you don't deserve him at all" type beat, or later on where there was an additional installment post-cinnamon roll where Al and Boo clear the air. Because this is all so much more personal and I'm right here on the frontlines, I'm inclined to really hammer home certain points because that sort of shit can start planting roots in your community if left unpruned. I don't love it, but it's part of the gig. In a less personal setting, I think artists just gotta let that shit float out into the ether and people are gonna feel how they're gonna feel. It's a double edged sword, and one I'll probably always be learning how to wield.

How important do you find the voice acting in your work?

Very important! This is where I think a distinction should be made for me in particular. I got into this making lewd noises with vague plots and scenarios attached. My passion has always been storytelling and writing, but my BUSINESS has been selling pretty boys with alluring voices. Given that my ass was broke when I started, this became work almost immediately. While I ain't thrilled about participating in a capitalistic society...I will get my motherfuckin' hustle on. Thankfully, I'm a filthy bastard and I don't really feel I've ever had to compromise my aRtIsTiC iNtEgRiTy for the sake of making a dollar, because of my origin. Saying all that to say, if I didn't have the goods vocally, people are less inclined to listen. Leveraging my voice acting to get people interested in my dreams of writing and sharing stories has been nothing short of a dream come true. I recognize how important it has been to try and improve and develop my acting as I've grown, because it all falls apart otherwise.

You are the primary voice of your works. Would you consider taking a step back from voice acting in your work to focus on narrative work?

Creating a hypothetical scenario where my livelihood isn't in the equation, I absolutely think I'd have fun purely writing/directing/producing a thing! My hesitation in that regard has much less to do with finding talent and removing my own voice, and more so managing people. I've had multiple occasions where my trust has been betrayed by close collaborators. It's one thing to have regular ol' interpersonal conflicts. It's another to have to manage the fallout of business partners getting hurt by one bad actor. Shit ain't rosy. People wonder why I'm slow to collaborate might not know the history, but those who do get where I'm coming from. All that being said, wounds heal and time marches on, and I have plans for projects that aren't entirely removed from me being at the forefront but definitely incorporate more talent!

Do you believe your own individual ability to voice characters enhances the story overall?

I don't personally feel my performances elevate my work on MOST cases. There are a few times where I know I gave a part of myself that most people could not have tapped into, but that's due to me being the writer and the subjects being deeply entwined with my personal experiences. Multiple Seth moments specifically were raw and real. The script didn't call for tears but they came, and I worked through it and was able to come out with some of the rawest, most honest performances I could dream of having in my own work. In general though, I don't particularly view myself as so talented that my vocal performances are transformative to the work itself. Not even trying to be humble, I just think people gravitate more towards the sum of the parts of my work and my voice isn't necessarily a force multiplier.

Do you enjoy the idea of a “Listener character” or would you better prefer to not have one?

I might have a polarizing take on this, because over recent years there has been a bit of a shift. Short answer: I'm kinda fucking over it. That might be blasphemous to some, so let me explain. When I kicked things off and really got started in the ASMR Roleplay scene, it was just understood with my content in particular that "listener" is just the listener, or whoever they'd like to imagine inserted into that POV role. As plot driven series started to become more popular, it became very clear that unless you want your story tied to some sort of ambiguous blob of clay with no agency, character, or fucks to give, you needed to give the listener character some sort of structure. That's natural and good and necessary if you don't want your listeners to feel like a dog getting dragged on a leash, being treated like they're in tow vs. participating. HOWEVER! I think you can also lose sight of the point of leaving enough of a slate for people to project onto. It's tricky, and sometimes burdensome, and not everyone can pull it off without somehow being exclusionary or somehow alienating portions of the audience. If it's due to a creative choice the artist feels confident about, then so be it, but sometimes it just happens due to lack of experience and practice. I think where I feel friction is that I appreciate the simplicity of a blank slate with a few key traits, introduced early, and built upon logically as to not jerk around your listeners. What I've gathered from the way people talk to me about listeners, is that they are accustomed to that sort of development and project those anxieties onto my work because of what they've heard before. To put a bow on this, I think listener insert audios are a very fun and unique way to tell a story, but require a great deal of care and consideration. Expectations have shifted over time, and maybe I'm just a stubborn old prick.

As a writer, how does the writing of the Listener take you out of your comfort zone? (ie their effect in relationships, plot movements, etc.)

I don't know if any of my listeners have quite taken me out of my comfort zone, save for a few bold choices I've made before involving a gun and a greasy bastard. I think the closest I've come to experiencing something like that was with Vampire Auron's finale, and specifically the spicy bits. It was kind of magical, actually. I did not realize it at the time, but it came to the surface that the listener might have been dealing with some heavy inner turmoil. Particularly the way they were careless with their wellbeing, seemingly comfortable bleeding out. I have avoided heavy topics pretty regularly, but in the booth I had a few epiphanies that this listener intended to confront him and meet their end. Death by Sexy Vampire is awesome and everything, but it turned into a really touching "I want you to live" right in the middle of my smut. So that in particular was a time where the listener really took me somewhere I not only didn't plan on going, but have actively avoided in the past.

Is Audio RP your favored form of art?

I don't know if this will be a polarizing answer either, but man, you couldn't pay me to consume Audio RP content. I am not comfortable listening to voices talking at me, or not having control of a thing that assumes I'm an active participant in. It's not a personal beef against the medium, I avoid ANYTHING that encourages you to put headphones on because I don't like isolated noises directly in my ear holes. I avoid traditional ASMR for that same reason. So for my personal consumption, it isn't even on my list of favorite art forms. In terms of art I create, it's interesting. I hated my voice all my life, thought it was horrible. I had fallen out of love with writing, the one thing I ever felt like I was any good at. I didn't even know what I was doing had a NAME throughout the first year of making audios. It started as a means to an end, and has become something I have an interesting relationship with. It's the only way I've been able to consistently connect with that dead love for writing. The only way I get to dance with the ghost of something I lost a long time ago when I was an entirely different human being. So I love her, but she can't ever be my first love. I don't know if I'd ever want her to be. If one day I get to explore other avenues with my creativity, nothing will ever change that it was this lovely niche that got me to remember who I was when I was one foot in the grave and ready to forget I ever had a creative bone in my body.

How do you believe Audio RP differs from main stream forms of art/entertainment?

It's terribly difficult to pitch to those who are unfamiliar with it. Most potential audience members are looking for some sort of visual engagement. The rise of ASMR and recognition for audible content has helped, but there will continue to be an uphill climb for recognition. I don't necessarily feel that's a bad thing. Not to mention, the stigma around self insert content is a hurdle in its own right. Ironically, when I was young and dumb I thought the very concept of Y/N Fanfiction was juvenile at best. Ohhhhh how the universe has a sense of irony. Needless to say, sticking your nose up to things you don't "get" can be more of an impedance than a statement on the quality of what you consume lol. That being said, that stigma is still there, but not nearly as prevalent as it was a few years ago. The proposition is a much more difficult sell even outside of that because you're telling the listener they're going to have to be a more active participant with their imagination. That takes more work and for some people is a deterrent, for others it's a perk!

Do you believe that your work has over arching themes that relate to you personally?

Unequivocally, yes. Sometimes to my own detriment, because creating something for public consumption that can be so personal and precious is a great recipe for taking things personally.

BitterSweet started as a straightforward excuse to create a "rival" for Alphonse, and immediately took a different shape as the story revealed itself to me. Now it is a statement on love in ALL OF ITS FORMS, which leads to friction with those who want it to explicitly be a polyamory story because it quite literally is meant for the listener to engage with this love in the way they feel comfortable with. People who reject that notion and believe it's some sort of cop out can choke. See? I don't want to tell people to go fuck themselves, but I most certainly will over this and their dipshit takes.

Throw in the parental shenanigans of BitterSweet, untapped themes of grief and guilt, so on and so on and you've got me sorting through a lot of my trauma. Despite the occasional frustration I've felt with the intellectually disingenuous, the payoff is also much more intense when I see people react to Seth and Jessie's relationship, or appreciate the deep care that the trio has for each other. So I take the good with the bad.

Auron is a great example as well with his need for control, him being a real "I'm not a VICTIM" type while also lowkey wanting a pat on the back. His fear of connection, and ego stroking self sacrifice. A lot of unenviable things I'm using my art to analyze, deconstruct, laugh at, etc.

So yeah. A lot of what I do hits close to home, and it usually wasn't part of the plan when I started writing. I've had many magical moments at the keyboard where a character or story starts to reveal a path I didn't plan on taking and it holds a mirror up to me. Despite some of the downsides of being so attached personally to my work, getting a hit of that drug will always bring me back. If I've gotta tear a few heads off along the way, frankly, I don't give a shit and I'll keep it moving.

Thank you for the wonderful questions, I love digging a little deeper and seeing what comes up! Hopefully my perspective was insightful, or at least a fun read.

#yuurivoice #asmr roleplay #audio rp #audio roleplay

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trigun Book Club Masterpost

With the book club having finished up this week, I thought I'd compile all my posts here, separated by category, in chronological order. @versaphile is doing amazing work compiling all the posts made during the book club - I hope this makes everything easier to find!

I will likely be making a few more posts on a couple observations I made and update accordingly, but for now, here's the complete list!

Stream of consciousness thoughts:

Trigun Volume 2

Trimax Volume 1

Trimax Volume 2

Trimax Volume 3

Trimax Volume 4

Trimax Volume 5

Trimax Volume 6

Trimax Volume 7

Trimax Volume 8

Trimax Volume 9

Trimax Volume 10

Trimax Volume 11

Trimax Volume 12 Pt. 1

Trimax Volume 12 Pt. 2

Trimax Volume 13 Pt. 1

Trimax Volume 13 Pt. 2

Trimax Volume 14 Pt. 1

Trimax Volume 14 Pt. 2

Analyses and other thoughts:

Vash's Wanted Poster

The Chapter 11 cover

Vash and Avoidant Behaviours

Vash, Meryl, Milly, and Personal Responsibility

Vash Hyping Himself Up (this was a joke post initially but there's actual thoughts in the tags)

Vash's Grief and its Portrayal

Eriks and Lina over the Two Year Gap

Wolfwood is a Terrible Liar (aka that huge Wolfwood analysis I did)

Wolfwood Keeps Asking Questions

Analysis of Wolfwood's Mixed Expression

Wolfwood Probably Lugged Vash Like a Sack of Potatoes to get away from Keele (yes this is a full analysis yes there's something wrong with me)

Every single volume of this godforsaken manga...

Early Knives and Legato Thoughts

Vash, Anger, and Suicidality

Poor Meryl (that foreshadowing...)

Knives Treats Vash Like an Extension of Himself

Vash's No Good, Very Bad Mental Health

Vash, Hunger, and Wanting

The Bird and Tombi's Bridge

I Hate It Here (extra thoughts in the tags)

Death by Heart Failure over Injuries (nothing coherent)

Names - Vash and Knives' Difficulties in Letting People In

Meryl and Luida Similarities

Milly Character Analysis and Appreciation (coming soon!)

Knives, Vash, and the Importance of Lived Experience - A Dive into Knives' Trauma (coming soon!)

Why Vash and Wolfwood Gave Terrible Advice to Lina and Maylene (coming soon!)

Why Wolfwood Actually Died (coming soon!)

Why we Never See Elendira's Story

Legato, Meryl, and True Devotion

The Power Struggle between Vash and Knives (coming soon!)

Rem's Last Words

Meryl and Her Profession (Insurance Agent vs Reporter) (coming soon!)

What It Is to "See" in Trigun

Sillies:

Introductory Book Club Vash doodle!

Little guy :)

Unfazed Meryl

Nightow Background and Action Scene Appreciation!

Vash gets a Normal Day Chapter

Bro, Personal Space?

Give him Money

He's Super-Niceys...

(￣▽￣)

Vash Doesn't Know What an Insurance Agent Is...

Milly is Going to Get You

Another Small Vash Doodle Because He Was Suffering and It Made Me Sad

Wolfwood Noodle Saga

Baby Knives Meme (I'm so sorry little buddy)

Found the Tri-guns

The Volume 10 Mood

Another Silly Vash Doodle to Lighten the Mood

Once again, thank you @revenantghost for organizing the book club in the first place. This really was a lot of fun. :)

#storyrambles #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #it's all here :D

[celestial-astro]

Blackpink Jisoo Tarot General Reading (2024 Energy)

Disclaimer: Again, this reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot reads current energy and this can always change with a person's free will. You may asks questions or clarifiers, but please be respectful. Thank you!

Also, feel free to send suggestions for future readings!

General Energy:

Cards: The Star, 8 of Cups, 9 of Cups, Page of Swords, 4 of Swords, The Lovers, 10 of Pentacles, Temperance, Page of Wands (The World + 3 of Pentacles) (extra cards that flew out 😅)

Oracles: A new start is coming! (New Moon), A new romantic cycle begins (New Moon in Libra), Confidence is key to success (New Moon in Leo)

This year Jisoo will most likely have romance as an important part of her year. The combination of The Lovers + 10 of Pen (one after the other) tells me that she has been thinking about love now more than ever. She could even be manifesting this energy since The Star showed up immediately. The oracle (A new start is coming!) kickstarts this cycle for her. She is likely to thrive in both her love life and career this year. She likely wants a family (10 of P) and a proper romantic connection (The Lovers). This is also reinforced by the oracle: (A new romantic cycle begins). The 8 of Cups+ 9 of Cups combo also tells me that she is willing to walk away from situations that no longer benefit her emotionally now more than ever. Because of her busy schedule, she will likely need a lot of mental breaks too (4 of Swords). She is also likely to be more emotionally balanced this year (Temperance). The sudden addition of 3 of Pen + the World tells me that she will likely travel a lot for work, and could even have international projects lined up this year. She will be very confident about these with Page of S, Page of W, Confidence is key to success (oracle) being present.

This is looking like a great year for Jisoo!

I will be doing clarifiers for both career + love in a separate post, so it wouldn’t be too long.

This reading was done on March 21, 2024

Disclaimer: Once again, this reading is for entertainment purposes only!

#blackpink jisoo #jisoo blackpink #jisoo tarot #kpop divination #kpop tarot #kpop readings #free tarot reading #free tarot #intuitive readings

[delilah705]

I have some questions that need answers for from those willing to respond. You can either comment on the post or send answers through my inbox, either is fine, and you can pick and choose which to answer. Feel free to respond with a simple yay or nay, option a or b, or go into more detail with your thoughts. Either is fine, I just need opinions because I'm indecisive and want to know what you think.

1.) Beneath Your Touch I Crumble: Should the extra chapters have two variants like the previous chapters?

2.) A Fate Beyond Your Hands: How do we feel about romance in this fic? I won't say with who just yet, but there is a brief… connection incoming that I hope to introduce this chapter or the next. If something were to happen that aligns with canon events, how would we feel about another connection cropping up? Yay or nay? And any preferences as to with who if yay?

3.) Now And Forever: How do we feel about romance in this one? And would your answer be affected if you knew I planned on making an AU oneshot book regardless exploring potential romance options because I thought it was interesting to think about and explore these dynamics in a space and time where it would be possible?

4.) If I were to make something with various characters but in the same setting where it's all loosely connected and one is not required to understand another but each give different pieces of information and potentially bits of the larger story itself, would you prefer it be a chaptered fic or separate fics in a collection?

5.) Do you get annoyed when writers keep writing spins on the same concept or are you delighted that there's more similar things to read?

6.) Would you be annoyed if I made manga variant of From The Past Or Future? Your Guess Is As Good As Mine if some things are the same but others are vastly different?

7.) If breeds of domesticated dogs were not an option, what animal would you associate with Vash in one specific or all canon variants (Manga, 98, Badlands Rumble, Stampede)?

8.) How desperate for sexy times are you in FTPOF? Your answer may influence how soon it happens.

9.) As to not spoil anything in this fic I won't list it's name, but how interested would you be in a domestic after story of a fic that has been rather angsty from the start?

[bwarchives]

IN CONVERSATION WITH: HOOKAGE

photo credits: BACKYARDSTORIES BOTSWANA

In the first edition of our interview series, we have hookage, a music producer/beatmaker born and raised in Francistown and Gaborone. He produces a wide variety of genres. The producer says his exposure to different genres( hip-hop, rap, neo-soul, rnb, deep house, etc.) and cultures nurtured his ability to produce different genres.

He has produced for a variety of artists and musicians locally and internationally, but notably, he’s produced for Kaysotheenigma's “Cherry Bomb,” which won 'Best Female Single' at the YAMAs, as well as three songs off her debut album “Fifth Heaven."

How did you come up with the name Hookage?

So i got the name from the anime series, Naruto but i added a twist to it. In the series, the original word is “hokage” and this is the title given to the leader of the specific village . So i added an extra “o” to honestly avoid copyright infringement issues but the meaning behind the name stands because i view my music and audience as my “village” and it’s my responsibility to take care of them.

How did you get into music production?

It started off as me playing music production games on my tablets as a child around the ages from 9 to 13 because i had always had this deep-rooted interest and passion for music but never really knew how to get into making my own stuff. So in grade 8/form 1, i met someone who taught me how to use Fl Studio and so i started making beats in 2017

We really like your ability to blend different genres into one track, who or what would you say has influenced your style of production?

Honestly, it’s an amalgamation of different producers and artists as i take different things from the individually. For example, i love the way Pharell Williams approaches his beats and certain chord progressions, where with The Alchemist, his ability to chop up samples the way he does or even just finding the samples he does is amazing then artists like Smino or JID, who manipulate their voices to sound a certain way whilst also using their voice as percussive instruments is also insane.

One of our favourite tracks by you is Need U, what's the story behind the track,who's on the vocals?

With that song, the whole thing is honestly a different song that didn’t have any drums on it but just vocals, keys and bass. i can’t even remember the original name of the song but i separated the song into those different layers and added drums of my own. I initially wanted to keep it for myself but i knew i had to at least post it

You've worked with numerous artists across different genres,out of all these collaborations which one would you say is your favourite?

I don’t think i can put a finger on my favorite because we all work together but if i had to choose right now, it would have to be spacerover and lucas chubbs

Which artist would you like to work with that you haven't yet?

There are so many artists i really want to work with atm but for now it would have to be K.alahari without a doubt

Before you performed your set for Backyard Stories, they revealed that you learned how to dj with vinyls from your dad, how was the whole process?

So it’s an interesting story because my dad and his brothers are all former Djs but had their own preferred genres hence why i have the variety of genres between house, hiphop, rnb etc. It was mainly my dad teaching me but the whole process of actually using vinyl was hard but i caught on quickly because i never used digital djing software so i had nothing to reference.

So Botswana was recently introduced to the music collective 'Ascension Pleas' and how it came about but, we'd like to hear from your perspective about how you met the others, your music production process and how being part of the group benefits you as hookage?

So as we explain prior, it really was just coincidence because we didn’t really even have a motive to be at UB apart from rehearsals for Pablo%8’s show that week and we then just decided to work on something. In terms of meeting them, i had already known banzai the longest as we already been working since 2021 but i met Lucas Chubbs and spacerover last year, same with briann bc but that we met at UB was the first time me and BC (briann BC) made music together. For the time being, i usually just give them old beats i didn’t have use for but recently we’ve been working hard with the new beats i’ve been making. I usually make a beat then send it to them to see if they feel it then the decision is made whether to use it or not. Me being apart of the group let’s their audiences become aware of who i am and possibly follow me in my journey and on the other hand, it let’s me share my love for music with like minded people who i can consider my friends and that deep love for music is something you can’t share with anyone

A lot of new generation artists and creative platforms have been emerging in Botswana, which one would you say has stood out the most?

I would firstly say you guys because i’ve seen you guys grow so rapidly but it’s because of your authenticity. Other artists that have really caught my eye are borus, chrysus, emo, mantra, magadi. there are so many more but they’re just a few to name

Favourite producer from Botswana?

it would have to be Simba the Indigo, one of the members of K.alahari

Out of all the songs you produced, which one stands out the most to you?

It would have to be some unreleased, song name titled “Honesty” which will feature on my debut album. It might be my best produced song at the moment

What's next for you, Hookage?

I’ve been quietly working on my debut album which is set to drop next year. This album is what I’ve been working on apart from working with other artists, just slowly piecing it together and it’s going to be a great start for me to establish not only as a music producer but an overall musician.

instagram: @hookagesamaa

stream hookage: campsite.bio

#hookage #artist interview #botswana #music producer

[dragonflylady77]

tag game: stranger things (again)

I was tagged by the lovely @callieb and I decided to do it again after some hard thinking.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. most annoying ship: any ship that has Mike Wheeler in it, he annoys the hell out of me.

3. second favourite ship: I don't really read anything that's not Harringrove but when I do it's a tie between Hellcheer and Munver (extra points if background Harringrove).

4. favourite platonic relationship: Robin and Steve definitely. Special mention to Max and El as well.

5. underrated ship: Billy and Heather friendship

6. overrated ship: I wanna say Steddie because the push from the rabid fans has been scary. Non rabid fans welcome to it, though

7. one thing i would change in canon: Apart from Billy's demise? The Stancy revival in ST4. Or like, season 4 as a whole...

8. something canon did right: Max, Steve and Robin friendship, Max and El friendship

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: My July 4 fic, definitely better than being dead. It went really angsty on me but it's sweet with a happy ending, because I'm all about the happy ending. Also my Harringrove Micro Poems!! I love them so much.

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Joyce.

11. the character i relate to the most and why: Joyce (tired mums unite), Robin (I talk too much and tend to overshare), Max (sarcasm)

12. character(-s) i hate the most and why: Neil, for obvious reasons. Karen, for not putting a stop to the thing with Billy. I have kids the age Billy was and ew ew ew no way.

13. something i've learned from the fandom: Use the block button freely, it will make your experience so much better. The ST fandom seems very toxic but the Billy fandom is a haven of lovely people and full of friends I love.

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: I don't really, because when I look for a tag, I end up making a list of fics and post that list on tumblr. I do like College AU fics and soulmates AU fics.

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Right now, Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've) by the Buzzcocks is helping me work on my Harringrove Big Bang fic. You Got It also helped me write a fic (one you'll have to wait to read). Separate Ways by Journey is a very harringrove coded song. Oh and 5SoS songs.

No pressure tagging: @destroya2005 @peanut-booi @whataboutthefish @memes-saved-me @deedoop @lemongizumo @iloveyoubillyhargrove @pleasdonttalktome @starkstruck27 @a-redharlequin

#tag game #dragonflylady77 #dfl answers

[cyrrenereads]

Shan You Mu Xi (山有木兮) Translation Project Page

Translated by: cyrrene

Original CN raws: JJWXC by Feitian Yexian (非天夜翔)

Translations hosted on: Chickengege.org

Number of Chapters: 200 (+3 extras as of now)

Other links: Story Background | Novel Updates

Updated 11/25/2023: Starting on November 30, 2023, access to the translations will require Proof of Purchase. Translations will continue to post on the SYMX page for Chickengege.org. Please read the instructions for how to purchase and submit your proof of purchase, then fill out and submit this form. Everyone is welcome to submit the form, even if you aren’t in the Chicken Secret Code discord. If you have been verified in the Secret Code discord, please select Verified at the end of the first section of the form and your form will be fast-tracked for approval.

Synopsis:

There are trees in the mountains and there are branches on the trees,

I adore you, oh! You do not know.

- from “Song of the Yue Boatman”

Hundreds of rivers converge, the thousand-mile rise of Taishan’s bluffs, and a myriad of waves surge in the Eastern Sea.

All beneath the heavens, is the extent of the ruler’s land. All within the territory of a state, are each the ruler’s subjects.

Beacons light up all over the Divine Land, danger lurks in every corner of the State of Yong.

After reuniting with Geng Shu, Jiang Heng begins to put all his effort into assisting the ruler of Yong State’s plans, but he unexpectedly falls into perilous situations time and time again. Geng Shu, who always accompanied Jiang Heng by his side, is acutely aware that the various mishaps all appear to be closely related to Jiang Heng’s past—was Jiang Heng really his own blood-related younger brother?

These two extraordinary young men wander throughout the country from state to state, experiencing trials, however, the truth obtained uncovered a cruel and unexpected past that couldn’t be erased. The lingering heroic spirits each possess their own unfulfilled long-cherished wishes. With the great Divine Land【1】 finally unified, how would they confront their own choices of the future?

The seven stars of the Northern Sky【2】 bore witness to the end of a stormy period of history,

Until the ruins once again transform into the richly ornamented tall towers of a manor.

When the blazing city lights languidly flicker,

Those people and events worth engraving into memory

Will forever be preserved within every stroke of ink in a painting of this vast expanse of rivers and mountains.

Table of Contents (Translation Progress):

Prologue: Cry of the Qin Resounds Across the Realm (琴鸣天下)

— The blind qin master sat in the midst of the hall, playing the qin and performing the last song of his life.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Volume 1: Ambush from Ten Sides (十面埋伏【3】)

— While within this magnificent and eternally vast universe…sometimes, at just the slightest turn, loved ones would thereafter be separated in life as if in death.

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17

Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22

Volume 2: Let Me Return! (归去来辞【4】)

— “If Jiang Heng is still alive, we’ll definitely meet again.”

Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27

Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32

Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35, Chapter 36, Chapter 37

Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42

Chapter 43, Chapter 44, Chapter 45, Chapter 46

Volume 3: Wild Geese Alight Upon the Sandbank (落雁平沙【5】)

— High above the city gates, that ancient bell conferred to the Ye clan by the Son of Heaven of Jin rang with a thunderous clangor. What night is tonight? The prince has returned to his country.

Chapter 47, Chapter 48, Chapter 49, Chapter 50, Chapter 51

Chapter 52, Chapter 53, Chapter 54, Chapter 55, Chapter 56

Chapter 57, Chapter 58, Chapter 59, Chapter 60, Chapter 61

Chapter 62, Chapter 63, Chapter 64, Chapter 65, Chapter 66

Chapter 67, Chapter 68, Chapter 69, Chapter 70, Chapter 71

Chapter 72, Chapter 73, Chapter 74, Chapter 75

Volume 4: The Phoenix Seeks His Mate (凤求凰【6】) / Guangling Melody (广陵散【7】)

— People will inevitably die, but the torch will pass on to the next generation. It flows on, generation after generation. There is bound to be someone to finish what must be done.

Chapter 76, Chapter 77, Chapter 78, Chapter 79, Chapter 80

Chapter 81, Chapter 82, Chapter 83, Chapter 84, Chapter 85

Chapter 86, Chapter 87, Chapter 88, Chapter 89, Chapter 90

Chapter 91, Chapter 92, Chapter 93, Chapter 94, Chapter 95

Chapter 96, Chapter 97, Chapter 98, Chapter 99, Chapter 100

Chapter 101, Chapter 102, Chapter 103, Chapter 104, Chapter 105

Chapter 106, Chapter 107. Chapter 108, Chapter 109

Book 1 extra

Volume 5: Liezi Rides the Wind (列子御风【8】)

— The steep cliffs had become valleys, while the deep valleys became hillocks. The world had experienced several changes over time. The vast seas had become mulberry fields.

Footnotes:

【1】 Shenzhou (神州) is an ancient name for China.

【2】 The Chinese constellation focused on in this novel is the Xuanwu (玄武, or Black Tortoise). It is both a god as well as a constellation in ancient China regarded as one of the four symbols. When referring to the constellation, it’s also known as the ‘seven stars of the Northern dipper’ (北斗七星).

【3】 Ambush from Ten Sides 《十面埋伏》 is the name of a classical pipa song, and is about the Battle of Gaixia when Xiang Yu was defeated by Liu Bang. (Yes, the same Xiang Yu and Liu Bang from Hegemon of the Western Chu)

【4】 The title of Volume 2 is the name of a poem written by the poet Tao Yuanming of the Six Dynasties period when he resigned from office to live in the countryside. There is an article with a translation and more detail about it here.

【5】 There is a qin piece called 雁落平沙 “Wild Geese Alight Upon the Sandbank”, evoking the scene of thousands of wild geese calling while landing and flying off from the sandbanks (video of qin piece here).

【6】Volume 4 of the web novel and the simplified physical print have different names. The web novel version is titled after 《The Male Phoenix Seeks its Mate - 凤求凰》, a famous qin melody with lyrics that depicts one of the most well-known love stories. The story is about Sima Xiangru, an impoverished poet, who fell in love with a young widow, Zhuo Wenjun. At her father’s gathering, he played the qin. While secretly listening in on his qin playing, she fell in love with him and eloped with him afterwards. Video of the qin performance on Youtube.

【7】 The simplified physical version is named after 《Guangling Melody - 广陵散》, a well-known qin melody associated with the qin-master Ji Kang (嵇康, 223–262)) as well as the famous story of 《Nie Zheng Assassinates the Han King - 聂政刺韩王》 from the Warring States period which was inspired by a story for the same figure in Sima Qian’s《Records of the Grand Historian - 史记》. Although there are some differences from the original story and the story associated with Guangling Melody (such as Nie Zheng in the qin version of the story spent ten years learning the qin with an immortal on a mountain in order to avenge the wrongful death of his father by the Han King whereas he was simply a butcher taking care of his aging mother in the original story), both versions of the story feature him as the only assassin who disfigured himself after the assassination, a family member identifying him after his death, and emphasized his filial piety. You can listen to qin performances of Guangling San on Youtube here and here.

【8】 The name of another guqin song, about the sagely philosopher Liezi who mastered the ability to drift with the wind after many years that it was uncertain whether he was riding the wind or the wind was riding him. The phrase originated from 《Zhuangzi - 莊子》, which briefly tells of Liezi riding the wind.

#SYMX #山有木兮 #fei tian ye xiang #feitian #非天夜翔 #Shan You Mu Xi translations

[scionsofkresnik]

Welcome to the blog!! The name is Alex, 30 yo, and any pronouns are acceptable! This is my OC Hub Blog. They'll all have their own separate posts (linked below) so you can pick and choose who you like. Minors DNI.

OC intro posts can be found here

Memes can be found here

Now, onto the rules

1. Communication is key! If you don't like something happening in the verse (or you don't agree with something), please let me know! I don't mind talking things out and fixing things here and there if need be (plus, we don't all like the same things).

2. I am perfectly fine with shipping! With OC's or existing characters.

3. I tend to write a lot (multi-para) but please don't feel like you have to match my length! I can make a mountain out of a molehill, after all. If the reply is going to be extra-long, I'll more than likely put it under a read more for others scrolling satisfaction.

4. I'm fine writing with existing characters or OCs! Don't feel shy! These are their modern/default verses, but I'm more than happy to throw them into different universes (whether it be video games, movies, TV shows, etc.). As long as I know what I'm throwing them into, I'll be fine.

5. I do have three other blogs that are character specific. Please be patient with me. I might be a little slow, but I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

6. I will post ooc, but I'll tag appropriately. I will also try to tag everything else appropriately (please feel free to tell me if I don't. I am, unfortunately, only human).

7. I am perfectly fine with being sent random asks! Mutuals or not. (If it's not from a meme I've reblogged, please link the meme so I can have context).

8. Any ask I get (with an rp meme/prompt) is left open-ended! This way, if you enjoy the direction I take the meme/prompt, you can continue it in a thread with me. (If you answer an ask I send, I'll ask if you want to continue before turning it into a thread, though, unless stated otherwise)

9. Have fun!

[yuppieresearch]

MARTA SOSA YOUTUBE CHANNEL

As I mentioned in the Videoclub Misterio post, there are other videos on Marta Sosa’s YouTube channel that cannot be found in-game. All of these videos are related to Yuppie Psycho in some way, so I find it appropriate to mention them here.

do_not_watch_01.avi

Due to the fact we are shown multiple screens which vary in subject, this video's visuals are a bit hard to explain. The most important part of it is the words that accompany each screen: "Brian, you have to come back. We found another tape and it’s not ours." The description of the video is in binary, and translates to “BRIAN HELP WRONG MEMORY LOST DUPLICATE”. 

This is the first teaser for the DLC released on this channel.

The Adventures of Mappy & Sosa (s01 e01)

This marks the first episode of Sosa’s series The Adventures of Mappy & Sosa. The premise is self-explanatory: the series follows the adventures of Mappy and Sosa. The first episode is rather short, and features Sosa becoming frightened by a coworker dressed as a witch for Halloween. Sosa hides behind Mappy, who defeats the witch with laser beams (which of course come from her eyes).

Notably, the witch coworker looks like Kate. This only strengthens the connection between Kate and the witch we see in-game and does not really add anything new. I do not think there is a “hidden meaning” here, either. This series is most likely on the channel to give more character to Sosa and Mappy, or just as silly little extras.

The Adventures of Mappy & Sosa (s01 e03)

Sosa says in the description of this video that she could not upload the second episode because it became corrupt for an unknown reason. Because of this, we are lacking a bit of context.

This episode begins with Mappy and Sosa in a backrooms-esque area, with Sosa relieved that a curse has been lifted. Sosa begins to speak to Mr. Devil (presumably telepathically) and tells her to go back to "the home", which Sosa assumes to mean her own home. After Sosa convinces Mappy to come with her, the duo take a trip to look for Sosa’s house. The following clips are real footage said to be taken by Mappy of a city and an abandoned location.

The Adventures of Mappy & Sosa (s01 e04)

This episode is said to be the season finale, and shows that Mappy and Sosa have somehow gotten separated on their search for Sosa’s home. While Sosa calls out for Mappy, Mappy has realized that the location they are in is not Sosa’s house, and that this entire thing was a trap laid out by Mr. Devil. Mr. Devil says the two will never find their way out of the haunted house they are now in, but Mappy’s years at Sintracorp have made her a "cop-out expert." Mappy quickly finds Sosa and leads her back to Sintracorp. The two agree that the safest place to be is at their job.

A scream can be heard after Sosa and Mappy say that they will never leave Sintracorp ever again. This might imply that this was made before the witch was dealt with, meaning that this desire to never leave Sintracorp is due to the witch’s influence.

Cancun Beach and Pool Fun

The description of this video states that this is supposed to be footage of Sosa and Mappy’s vacation at the beach, but Tiki-Taka (the security boss) has taken over the video without Sosa’s knowledge. He states that he has run out of hard drive space on his computer and was looking for files to delete when he found two folders he had never seen before—"4-5-22-9-12" (DEVIL) and "8-15-13-5" (HOME). Folder 8-15-13-5 is password protected, so he cannot share the contents of it just yet. The other folder, though, features an edited version of the devil’s rebirth cutscene. The video ends with Tiki-Taka begging for Brian to save him.

A robotic voice says this over the footage: "In imagine, or a sentinel, major-general! Is mysterious pledged. Which of lock clouds. Go anteroom, you maddening are boot." I have no idea what the words in the video mean or if they mean anything at all. I have tried to decipher them to no avail.

What is obvious is that this is a teaser for the Yuppie Psycho DLC.

Pelicans in the Beach

Once again, Sosa is under the impression that she is sharing footage from her and Mappy’s vacation only to be hijacked by Tiki-Taka. He states that he has been obsessed with the 8-15-13-5 folder and is convinced it is a breach in security. While off-screen, he has been trying different passwords only to one day find the password gone. Inside the folder, he finds six different files. Only the first three are shown before the video switches back to Sosa’s footage:

The first file shows multiple scenes from the DLC, some of which are edited to contain text such as "the job is not done" and "go back to your workplace". It ends by showing the release date of the DLC.

The second file is mixed with clips of the Sintra residence in-game and actual black-and-white footage of a similar home. A crying child can be heard in the background.

The third file shows a man wearing a suit and sunglasses in what appears to be a closet, mouthing something in typical Videoclub Misterio style. He is inaudible, but there is a distorted voiceover.

Afterlife Pharmaceuticals

This video is formatted like an advertisement for a pharmaceutical company, complete with a robotic voiceover highlighting the scientific advancements of the company. The link in the description of this video leads to the steam page for a future Baroque Decay game of the same title. It is safe to assume this is a teaser for the said game.

i excluded the very last video on the youtube channel titled “a game about us?” because it is very clear it is an advertisement and does not add anything new to the game. though, seeing the mr. devil plushie turn around in the mirror is still amusing.

#yuppie psycho #yp #Videoclub Misterio

[introverted-ghost]

Hello, how are you doing? :))

Just realized how ~weird~ it is that we have been friends for this long and I do not know your name. I don't mean your real name necessarily, but just some way to call you? Lmao I literally cannot believe I am only now asking this, I feel like a terrible online friend :((

Funny how internet friendships work tho. Like I know you're a half-psychic pisces, and your favorite color is green, and you like The Owl House and The Ninja Turtles and Ninjago, and you have cats and several siblings.....

But I don't have a way to call you.

????

Honestly wtFUCK.

So imma ask you some questions to know you a lil better, if you don't mind.

1. HOW CAN I CALL YOU OMGGGG

2. Favorite candy

3. How was this past week? Anything fun?

4. What kind of books do you like? Not gonna ask favorite book, but just talk to me about books :) you like reading, right? I know you like comics, and reading comics is reading. You can talk to me about comics.

5. What is your favorite fun fact? Can be about anything. I'll tell you mine: a human teeth has 32 calories.

6. YOU HAVE CATS, RIGHT? I HAVE THIS MEMORY THAT YOU SHOWED ME SOME PICTURES OF THEM. RIGHT?? TWO OF THEM. I DIDN'T MADE THAT UP. RIGHT????

7. Do you still wanna be friends after this mess of an ask? Lmao.

Sorry. Currently 2:00 am. I shouldn't be allowed to use internet at this unholy hours.

I’m gonna fucking die I just finished answering this then tumblr crashed and it was gone. Anyways~

1. To be honest I don’t really care what people call me. Most folks call me dryad but I also go by edland, xero, kylan, and rian or anything else really since I don’t super care

2. I don’t think I have a favourite candy so I went to check what was in my stash which was virtually nothing (Imma have to stock up once I get paid) but there was a container of pink lemonade lemonheads (which are pretty good btw)

3. Id probably have to make a whole separate post to cover everything I did but basically we went camping a lot in different places across the province each night (depending on where you’re from that may not seem too impressive but I’ll tell you in messages the size of it compared to Colombia so you get the picture)

4. I like fiction stories, usually fantasy but chill if it’s not. I recently (yesterday) got a book from the library I asked for ages ago (it took extra time since the one they gave me originally was in Chinese so I returned that one and asked for one in english) it’s called journey to the west btw. I know a lot about it and have watched many adaptations of it but it’s nice to be able to read it. Yes I also like comics

These are all the Tmnt comics I have so far

5. I don’t know if this is my favourite fun fact or if I’ve already told you or if you already know since you’re super smart. The Latin words for 7 8 9 10 are septem octo novem decem respectively. You may recognize them as the 9-12 months of the year, which you would be correct. It bothered me that it doesn’t match up but they were named during the Julian calendar which started in April (that’s also how April fools started) so with quick comparing I learnt that it STILL DOESNT MATCH UP :|

6. I do have cats. Three of them though

First there’s Meredith he’s the oldest by a month

Then jingles

Skip ahead 5 or 6 years and you got Maggie (this picture was taken after she was spayed and we had to put her cone on when I wasn’t there to watch, she tried to escape while I was at school but just ended up making things worse for herself)

7. Yes of course I do!

Now you answer them! Well except 5 since you kinda already did. And 6 since it was kinda a me specific question. And 1 since I already know your name. And a modified 7 (do you still want to be my friend after this mess of an answer?)

Also go to sleep 🔫

#asks #cat #friend stuff #< new tag

[reillyissof]

This is going to be episode 8-9 and 10 because I’m too mentally I’ll to put them in separate posts.

Episode 8 was a great episode as per usual the plot was really entertaining and it had pigmon!!!! AND THEY KILLED PIGMON!! He didn’t deserve it he was to pure :c I hate the red king now, worst kaiju litteraly ever.

Episode 9 was good I watched a lot of the pets separately so it’s kind of choppy in my head, it was cool how the kaiju opened its head to reveal its inner face,l and it’s interesting that the boys noticed that it was uninjured from the crash, Mabey his identity will be revealed soon.

Episode 10 reminded me a lot of Godzilla (and not just because of jirasses design lol) the themes of scientists doing things that are dangerous and they want to keep from the world were a notable similarity to me. Seeing hayata and the guys have fun was neat and I actually didn’t expect the professor to be the other professor, I thought it was going to be revealed that he killled them. THE NEW TRANSFORMATION ANIMATION WAS SO COOL I loved it and I rest hope that they stick with it for further episodes because it gives it an awsome kind of flare. They killed jirass :c I don’t think he deserved to die, he was a good dinosaur who didn’t bother people and was intelligent and obedient along with that he even gave the people more fish! I was upset when he died especially because his frill got ripped off so he must of been in extra pain although it did look kind of cool with him bleeding from the mouth, I’m glad ultraman kind of gave him some respect and put the drill back on him after his death. I noticed ultraman was actually making noise this fight which is sweet along with his backflips which I think was awsome, this is defiantly one of my favorite episodes.

Fly high pigmon and jirass. You will be missed

#sofreli #ultraman #ultra man #ultraman episode 8 #ultraman episode 9 #ultraman episode 10 #jirass #pigmon

[jadefitzpatrick]

My “how to feel like your best self” tips

Go to bed and wake up early.

Some things I do to try and sleep early are; reading a book around 8:30-9:00pm, drink some hot chamomile tea, and meditation. Don’t stay on your phone scrolling for ages, there’s no point in doing that. Set your alarm the night before for the time you know that you’ll wake up. If you feel like you need extra rest, then make it a little later. It’s best to be in a sleep/wake routine though, so try and rise and rest at the same times.

Eat food with nutritional value

We are energy and we need to ensure we sustain ourselves. I feel best when I have some fruit in the morning, nothing major in the morning because usually I don’t feel like eating. Having a fruit salad and some eggs with a green tea, or a glass of water makes me feel really good in the morning. If you lead a busy lifestyle, I would suggest meal prepping to make your life a little easier in the morning and reduce the stress of thinking about what you’re going to eat and having to make your breakfast and lunch before heading out the door. I’ll do a separate post on some great meal ideas that I have which are healthy, nutritious and delicious.

Get outside and get some sun

I don’t think we realise how important it is to get sunlight and to walk. Walking is one of the best things you can do for your body. Are you bored? Go for a walk. Are you hungry? Go for a walk to the nearest restaurant. Going to the gym? Walk there. Have a pet? Take it for a walk. Walk whenever you feel like you have nothing to do and get outside. It’s the best thing for you. Your mood will be lifted from being outside, being in the sun, seeing people you don’t usually see, hearing nature all around you. Get out there, it’s beautiful!

Listen to yourself

If you’re feeling tired and stressed, try and stop in the moment and take a breather. Listen to your mind and your body. What does it need? What’s it telling you? Connect with yourself more in stillness and try not to always be so busy filling your life with meaningless tasks. Try and stay as calm as you can. Stress is so bad for our nervous systems and our physical health. Stress can cause so many diseases and implications. Just get some r&r as much as you can; you don’t always have to be doing something - find enjoyment in doing nothing.

Find a hobby

It can be making TikTok’s, painting, gardening, reading, learning a new language, making video diaries, scrapbooking, hiking, writing food reviews, learn a new skill, start cooking new recipes you’ve never tried before and make your own cookbook, start a podcast, a blog, flip furniture, make jewellery; do anything that is creative and gets you into joy mode. Learning something new is a great way to build self confidence.

Have pride in yourself

I always feel my best when I have presented myself in the best way possible. Now remember, you do not always have to go out looking like you’re going to a red carpet event. I will go out in a tracksuit most days if I go to the grocery store or am running errands, but I always make sure my hair is brushed, put up in a cute ponytail or slicked back bun, I’m moisturised, I smell good, and I look organised. It’s just a fact that when you make effort into your appearance, you’re going to look and feel better. Getting all dressed up always makes me feel so beautiful, do it and enjoy it. Don’t worry about being over dressed, just show up and show out!

#ask #australia #instagram #sydney #tumblr #ask me anything #beauty #follow #me #mine #tips and tricks #tips #style tips #best version #self improvement #self love #self healing #healthy #lifestyle #habits #routine

[spookyveganthings]

Vegan Peanut Butter Banana Oat Muffins

Makes 24 muffins

First recipe post! When I'm exclusively nursing, my appetite is huge! But life doesn't stop. I love these muffins as a quick snack while pumping, nursing, or driving big kid to and from school. It's almost like taking a bowl of oatmeal on the go. I wanted to make a recipe that made use of nut butter in place of oil to pack more nutrition (plus, I'm a huge fan of peanut butter on my oatmeal). If 24 is too many, feel free to cut the recipe in half. I like making extra so I can have them in the freezer.

Ingredients:

1 cup (170g) chocolate  chips. I use Trader Joe's semisweet chocolate chips, which are accidentally vegan

1.5cups (186g) all purpose flour

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup unsweetened creamy natural peanut butter. I used Trader Joe's brand. Any unsweetened brand will do. Crunchy would probably work just as well.

2tsp baking powder

1 tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

1 tsp cinnamon (optional)

2tsp vanilla extract

1 cup (106g) rolled oats

3 tbsp (18g) ground flaxseed

3/4 cup unsweetened almond milk

4 medium bananas (about 1.75 cups mashed)

Optional toppings: shredded coconut, chopped peanuts

Procedure

1. Preheat oven 375 degrees

2. Line standard size muffin tins with cupcake liners. Optional: 1/2 second spray of coconut oil to prevent sticking

3. Mash the bananas

4. Add the ground flax, almond milk, and vanilla to the bananas. Stir

5. In a separate bowl, combine most of the the dry ingredients : flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon

6. Add the sugar and peanut butter to the banana mixture. Stir

7. Now gradually add the dry ingredients to the banana mixture,  stirring till combined

8. Add the rolled oats and stir.

9. Add the chocolate chips and any other desired mix-ins. Now your batter is done

10. Put about 2 heaping tablespoons of batter per muffin. As long as they all have about the same amount, you're good

11. Add any desired toppings (optional)

12. Bake 15-18 minutes until tops are golden and a toothpick in the center comes out dry/with crumbs not batter

Allow them to cool in the tins about 10min, then remove and enjoy!

Nutrition per muffin (approximate): 140 calories, 14.1g carbs, 3.3g fat, 2.8g protein.  Great to freeze, take a couple along for a car breakfast, grab as a quick snack while breast/chestfeeding or pumping. Enjoy!

#veganrecipe #veganbaking #veganchestfeeding #veganbreastfeeding