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tiredmoonslut · 2 years

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I just finished S1 of Heartstopper and dare I say it....dare I say it....

I'm gonna say it. This is the sweetest piece of queer media I've ever seen. I'm sure there's more out there, but by god I am floored. Alice Oseman, can I please give you a hug?

I've never seen a show weave so deftly between my expectations. I expected a cute love story, and I got it. But what I did not expect was for the story to be so...graceful.

I'll be honest, at first glance I had low expectations for this show. The growth of queer media since the release of Love, Simon (especially MLM media) is a fantastic thing, and I'm so happy it's happening, but part of becoming mainstream is that a lot of mediocrity will come to fill the gaps. Having no prior awareness that Heartstopper was a comic series (my bad), I'd shallowly judged it as such.

Holy fuck was I wrong oh my fucking god

This show is a gift. And what makes it amazing is, as I said, how gracefully executed it is.

This show writes itself. Two teens meet-cute and have a sweet forbidden love. We all know how that goes. We even know how the gay version of that goes. But Heartstopper? It said "we see you, and raise you this". It is two teens meet-cuting and having a sweet forbidden love. But the show takes one look at all the potential tropes inherent there, and says, "nah".

Case in point. Nick. Fucking. Nelson. You are a national treasure, and I will thank Alice Oseman eternally for bringing you to me, you sweet, sweet boy. Nick's story could have been very traditional, as far as gay stories go. Masc athlete discovers he likes guys and has a crisis. Cue the internalized disgust, angry outbursts, emotional victimization, and relationship toxicity, followed by a hasty resolution that "fixes" the relationship and offers only a mildly satisfying conclusion. But what Heartstopper did so, so beautifully, is make Nick Nelson kind.

It sounds so bare minimum when viewed that way, but that is the problem. Too often in queer stories, it is either A) about the suffering of being queer, or B) about the aftermath of the suffering. Neither is uplifting, optimistic, or even nice to see represented, all the time. We've all lived it. Seeing it told so callously on a screen isn't vindicating. It's rude. Nick Nelson flies in the face of that phenomenon, simply by being kind. He is a masculine athlete who finds out he likes guys and has a bit of a crisis. But he never lashes out at Charlie, never scoffs and says "I'm not gay!", never shouts Charlie down or shames him.

From moment ONE, Nick is completely self-aware. He knows his own confusion could do harm to Charlie, so he doesn't make it Charlie's responsibility. He's proactive. He talks to people. He gets honest with himself. Soul-searches. Opens up to his feelings. Why? Because he wants to be happy, and because he is committed to kindness.

Highlighting that turned Heartstopper from a predictable gay love story into something life-giving, and warm, and adorable, and so unapologetically queer. This was underscored by Elle's storylines. Seeing a black trans girl like myself fit so perfectly into the main cast of characters and be treated with the utmost respect the entire time added years to my lifespan. Seeing an interracial lesbian couple navigate their relationship with such grace was beautiful.

And seeing all of those unique perspectives blend so easily into a unified, unapologetically queer friend group was so accurate to my own experiences as a queer individual that I found myself tearing up as I watched. This is the gooey, dramatic, teeny-bopper queer love story every queer kid deserves to be able to watch, and I literally cannot wait to get my hands on the graphic novels and the next two seasons of the show. I love it so much.

#okay I'm shutting up now #I just am so happy #heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #narlie #heartstopper netflix #joe locke #kit connor #alice oseman

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dearwriters · 8 months

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Okay, So, I have this character, his name is Ciel. Ciel is a nervous 14 y/o trans boy who was conditioned to always act cheerful and full of energy, to act with the eccentrics of a circus performer(which he was)

Now here's the thing, he's my main character's best friend, but also has a plotline of his own. The main character is a toxic person w/ a hero complex and narrates the story(they are very unreliable and try and make Ciel seem like the toxic one)

The main character(13y/o girl) twists things to make themself seem better, how can I show that Ciel is morally grey while still having the unreliable MC villianize him?

How to write an Unreliable Narrator

Hi! Thank you for your question. What you describe is a great example for an unreliable narrator. Here are a few thought on how to create such a narrative voice:

It's all about the twist

The big thing for most stories told by an unreliable narrator is having the reader at first side with them before the relevation of their true nature. This creates the big conflict the reader is confronted by. It's not about straight up lying to the reader, it's about exploiting their natural willingness to side with the main character, since they are closest to their thoughts, reasonings and emotions. While the voice of the narrator leads them down the wrong path, foreshadowing the truth behind their narrative is essential. It's like placing clues for a mystery, so the reader can look back on the text and realize all the ways they have been led astray, while the truth was there the whole time. So think about this story as a mystery story with the crime to uncover being the obscuring of truth.

Give them a motive

Like in any crime story, the criminal needs a motive. "Being toxic" can be a character trait but in itself it doesn't add up to a motivation. If their motivation is to paint themselves as a hero, it might be crucial to explore their personality and their backstory for how this desire was produced and what their ultimate goal is.

One great example is the novel Gone Girl (spoilers, obviously): We learn about Amys story through her diary entries that paint her husband as violent, before the twist of the story reveals that she manufactured the diary to frame her husband for murder.

Another famous example is the novel Lolita, in which the narrator Humbert Humbert obviously twists the events of the novel in a way that paints him as the "victim" of the "seduction" of the 12 year old Dolores, to justify the sexual abuse he imparted upon her. The point of the novel is for the reader to be horrified and disgusted by his thoughts and reasonings, while being captivated by the hauntingly beautiful prose.

The next famous example would be The Tell-Tale heart. The fragmented prose of the text illustrates the narrators madness to the reader, thus marking him as unreliable.

Some ways to foreshadow the unreliable narrator

It can be quite tricky to place to clues that point to the narrator being unreliable. Here are some ways that can help with that:

a) Using other characters/POVs as a sounding board: A story using multiple POVs might be the easiest way to show the different narrators various reliability. The characters filter the events through their specific lenses and thus give the reader a way to piece together the truth.

b) Using the narration itself to instill doubt: this can be used by planting contradictions, by showing in real time the thought-process of the character twisting the truth, by establishing intentional "plot holes" that are later revealed to be part of the twist, by framgenting the narration in a way that indicated the narrators instability or by having the narrator justify events/acts/thoughts that are obviously twisted. Things can start out seeming very truthfull and reliable and then proceed to unravel as the narrator struggles to keep up appearances.

I hope this helped a bit.

Have fun writing!

#dearwriters #writing advice #writing help #writing tips #novel writing #writblr

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notedchampagne · 9 months

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holds gun to your head. what are your the locked tomb gender hcs. i like your art

thank you!! in no particular order:

harrowhark: thats a Thing. being she/her is like a thing that came with being reverend daughter as a job and she refuses to acknowledge gender beyond that- but she would fucking kill it with it/its pronouns lets be real

gideon: butch. thats all. kind of that middle ground between being gnc and transgender in any direction but shes fine being a girl its moreso the focus on being a lesbian. ive seen some top surgery gideon art which i love but thats not my primary hc because i think A) she loves boobs on other girls so much it goes back around to appreciating her own B) im gay

camilla: boygirl. shes transmasc but also still a woman mostly due to nonchalance about the whole thing. shares she/he with palamedes thats my dream

palamedes: sorry i meant girlamedes. girlboy. also like if he was a girl but still a boy, but contrary to cams side its because hes both, like if you overlaid two layers at 50% opacity to make a new color. blue-green. shares she/he with camilla. quinn @thatneoncrisis once said hes soft butch which is so real i adore that

tridentarii: the twins to me are cis (dont leave yet) primarily because i think if i stick to the bit of them being cis white women everything they do is a fucking riot and it simply is the height of all humor. that aside sometimes i do get tired of the bit and corona is so trans woman to me and i know with certainty that when ianthe was in babs body she was doing drag.

naberius: i dont think about him LMFAO

second: i also dont think about the second much due to lack of substance, but i can get behind judy. nonbinary woman to me

fourth: jeannemary baby butch for SURE. thats canon. maybe a she & sir if i think about it. in modern aus gideon will babysit them and immediately clock isaac as a future he/they

fifth: t4t

seventh: dulcie has woman swag. not sure if shes cis i feel as if im intruding if i wonder about it. protesilaus is some guy

eighth: who cares

pash: worlds most beautiful trans woman ever to ME. i love her dearly there needs to be more representation of women just absolutely fucking coated in dirt and motor oil with bad manners if you offer them water. she is not fucking cis that is in the hair

nona: she just decided to be a girl because she thinks girls are pretty and she likes them. hope this makes sense <3 shed fucking adore some neos

john: karkat vantas

#talking back #the locked tomb #tlt meta #tlt

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simurghed · 5 months

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taylor: repressedly bisexual but the repression itself is also repressed in that she subconsciously feels the way she thinks abt women is strange (bc she subconsciously feels / fears / believes that she herself is inherently strange) but justifies & then re-justifies it to herself every few weeks .. to everybody else this just looks like her glancing at lisa’s tits & then thousand-yard staring off into the distance for a solid five minutes .. wildbow made her a trans girl on accident (like he did w most beautiful & true things in worm) but nobody tell him because he does not deserve to know

brian: i do legitimately believe he is both straight & cis bc if he wasn’t he would palpably b much stranger abt manhood & masculinity than he already is in-text .. he has considered kissing a man at least once but figured after hefty deliberation that sort of thing just wasn’t for him .. however i do think cherish should have called him gay not bc he rly is but bc it would have made him pause & afterwards fall into a period of rumination & actually i think this is how his summer of the forest could have happened

lisa: in love w taylor in every sense of the phrase but i wouldn’t say “attraction” itself is a factor there / that love isn’t predicated on romance or attraction or what one might typically attribute to love .. sexuality isn’t something she herself would rly care to put labels on nor something i think has much merit here but for shorthand i would just call her an arospec / acespec / etc lesbian .. cis but i think the only value gender has to her is wrt its social connotations (in business & persona) .. if she woke up one day in magical boy universe i think she would just adapt & adjust but she would grieve the loss of being able to go “look at this sweet face! would this girl lie to u :(” when that girl is in fact lying to u

rachel: butch lesbian & it is embedded into every aspect of her character & i will never ever ever ever listen to that foul man’s words he doesn’t know her he doesn’t even know her he is nothing he is nothing he is nothing he is nothing he isn’t real he can’t hurt me he isn’t real he isn’t real & canada is an elaborate ploy by the first pioneers of the parahumans wordpress to account for worm’s esoteric undetermined origins

aisha: bisexual (for realsies apparently) but i don’t think it rly comes into play much other than as cudgel for her jests & japes bc she will b hung up on her best friend from when she was 13 until the day after she dies .. whether or not she was srs when she rated cherie fuck in fuck marry kill is up to u tho i do think she has a tendency to either dramatise or just completely make things up when talking abt her own attraction / preferences for eeshy reasons (see: asking defiant is the robot pussy was rly that good) .. gender is whatever she feels like in the moment

alec: i think i have to delegate to lakesbian here seeing as they r his professor / lawyer / doyen / ambassador .. my only thoughts on this matter r i don’t think u could even call him a hedonist sexuality-wise bc there is absolutely zero demonstration of him expressing attraction / engaging in any romantic or sexual pursuits based off sheer opportunity & desire for pleasure besides vague comments abt his sexual abuse as a child

#liable to dispute except for rachel #wildbow will not survive the rapture #undersiders

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irlfelixcatton · 4 months

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TALK ABOUT THE TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY!!! i want to hear your thoughts

ok. the long awaited oliver quick transmasculine allegory post.

to be so real it is mainly me doing 2 (two things)

-projecting

-using insanely obvious prompts from the text to pull shit out of my ass

i do think that oliver quick's character COULD. MAYBE. be either headcanon'd as trans (BOOORRRINNGG) or a lot of his actions in act one can be closely tied to very common trans experiences.

my biggest thing on 'common' trans experiences as it relates to saltburn, is meeting a cis man and latching onto him with every fiber of your being, because you can't be friends with him, you need to *be* him. the first thing that really prompted me to look at saltburn from this lense was when farleigh goes "[you're almost passing as] a real human boy!", though it's clearly about oliver wearing a rental suit, it's a phrase that i've heard a million times over and over again, and i think that oliver, within this transmaculine concept of his character, dances CONSTANTLY on this imaginary line of "real boy" to "weirdo freak" that i think a lot of trans people can relate to. (i will touch on 'real boy' again later)

theres also an aspect of this incessant watching and dissecting cis men, what they wear, how they talk, how they fuck. and with all of this watching, there's this part of melding your identity into what you're watching, which we see starkly with oliver. at the beginning, when he's this oxford kid, a freak if you will, but he's more or less himself, version A. once he meets felix, he ditches the glasses, the button up shirts, the uptight manner, and turns into this entirely different version of "himself", version B. version B is the version he's taught himself that society will like much more than version A, so it consumes him entirely. version A wasn't someone that girls would fuck, felix would love, and quite frankly be 'enjoyed' by the rest of the world. version A is pre-transition, and version B is post. (all this to say, in relation to irl transition, neither version A or version B are right, good, or bad, they're whatever you want them to be. beauty is in the eye of the beholder)

THIS PART IS JUST WORD VOMIT AND DOESN'T NECESSARILY PERTAIN TO MY POINT OF TRANSMASCULINE ALLEGORY. SCROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK.

for me, another piece i think about a lot is the “you’re just so real” (venetia) but that’s a bit more of a stretch. the reason i think this relates to the main point, is so many trans people have to work and rework their personality so that their 'transness' is socially palatable, real. the catton's have no general perception of a real person, they surround themselves with fake, upper class socialites who lie and cheat. but even if they met a real person, they wouldn't know it. and they don't lol. so when oliver comes around, who isn't this upper class socialite, the initial thought is that he's this "real" and "grounded" person. however, the only reason that the catton's (general society in this case) find oliver (trans people) so "real" and more or less worth accepting into their family is because he has worked and reworked his identity to be so similar and likeable to felix's.

there's also the conversation on cattonquick being a really good representation of what a mlm cis/trans relationship can feel like so much of the time. but i'll only really expand on this if any1 is interested lol. anyways pls dm me or comment on this i really want to talk more about it more.

#saltburn #barry keoghan #oliver quick #saltburnposting #cattonrambles #transmasculine allegory #i love trans people #transgender #i love you all!!!#sorry if this is incoherent #this came to me in a dream #i'm definitely reading into this tho lol

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pandoras-prada · 1 year

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Can't Stay Friends

Minors, DO Not Interact

Characters: Neteyam (20) Lo'ak (19) Reader(20)

Warnings: explicit smut, p in v, brief oral (female recieving), brief fingering

Author's Note: This is my first eveinr fiction. let alone smut. I have no clue what im doing. lol Sorry, it seems rushed. Characters are aged up. Can't find the original artist for the pictures. I got them from a tiktok video by nelaok_povs_de_avatar

Edit: Анастасія Кохан is the artist for the neteyam art

You and Neteyam grew up together, though you weren't closest of friends, you were still that. His younger brother Lo'ak was your best friend. You and Lo'ak did everything together. Sometimes Neteyam would follow you both, secretly pining for you, not knowing you had the same feelings.

You and Lo'ak were out in the forest exploring a new part you guys haven't yet explored. It was a beautiful, secluded clearing with a spring surrounded by thick green foliage high in the hallelujah mountains. You sat perched on a large flat boulder with the sun beaming on your beautiful mute blue skin. "Come in y/n, the water feels great!" Lo'ak splashes a big wave of water at you. You squeal with a displeased look thrown in your best friend's direction. "Lo'ak, why are you such a skxawng?" You huff, crossing your arms, looking away from him with a small smirk hinting that you were joking. The sly smirk only earned you another splash. At this point you were only getting annoyed. You roll your eyes at him, chest heaving you speak through clenched teeth. "Lo' I came out here for some peace and relaxation. " You wipe the water from your skin, drying yourself off. Silently you wish you invited Neteyam out here, you bite your lip at the thought of him. You start imagining Neteyam in the spring, skin glistening with water, muscles hard and defined. "Y/n, where did you just go?'' Lo'ak looks at you with raised brows and the corners of his mouth turned up. You snap out of your trans looking at you friend confused. "What?" you quipped. Only making Lo'ak laugh at you. "I said, maybe you should come in the water to relax. You look tense." You look at him blankly " I'm tense because you sloshed cold water at me while I'm sunning." He holds his hands up in defense not wanting to aggravate you any further. He swims the edge of the boulder hugging the edge resting his face on his crossed arms. He looks at you once again smirking "So what were you thinking about?" You turned your head to the sky not wanting to admit to your best friend that you had a thing for his older brother. You just shake your head. "Come on y/n, it's me. You know you can tell me anything." he coaxes you. Suddenly Lo'ak's and your ears perk hearing a twig snap and fall from one of the trees behind you. Your head swivels, eyes scanning the area behind you. You look back to Lo'ak, eyes meeting his and he shrugs. "Sssoooo?" He drags out the word. "Lo' it's nothing." Eyes averting his. "Bullshit." he says blankly, knowing that he is the only one that truly knows you. You sigh "Fine, but you can't repeat this to anybody." You wave a pointed finger at him. He pulls himself from the water sitting beside you looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on. "I...I was thinking about Neteyam." His eyebrow quirked "Neteyam, my brother?" asking as if there was another. He looks back at you questioningly. Another sigh falls from your mouth "I can't stop thinking about him. He's just so... Fine!" Lo'ak giggles at you knowing that his brother finds you attractive but keeps it to himself. You scuff slapping his shoulder. "Don't laugh at me! You are supposed to be my friend. I'm supposed to be able to tell you these type of things without you judging me." This time he grins "I'm not judging you." he rubs his shoulder pouting as if you really hurt him. He looks up at the sky as if in thought, seeing the colors change with the approaching eclipse. Suddenly he stands and ruffles your hair. "Come on lover girl we should start heading back before it gets dark." You swat his hands away from your head "That's it? You aren't going to question me or make fun of me?". "Why would I make fun of you? You are my best friend? Anyways Neteyam is a good choice for you." Your eyes narrow on the boy in front of you "What's that supposed to mean?". Shaking his head "Nothing, I just think you both would look good together. Now come on, I'm hungry." You wave a hand at him "You go ahead, I'll see you later. I have some things I need to think about." He wriggles his eyebrows at you "Like my brother?" He laughs as he dodges a slap on the leg. "Later" you yell at his fleeting form. He throws a hand in the air signaling his reply.

You lean back on your hands letting thoughts of Neteyam flood your Mind. You picture him standing in front of you tall. He was a good head taller than you; the top of your head would touch just under his chin. Your thoughts wander from his height to his eyes, golden with green flecks. Picturing his eyes gazing all over your body, eye fucking you with his dangerous glare. Your skin starts to shine with a thin layer of sweet, chest heaving with every thought of him. You slowly ghost a hand over your breast finding your left nipple, rolling it between your fingers. You groan with a tight pinch on the erect nipple. *CRACK* Your head snaps to your right, hearing another twig snapping. This time you grab you bow and load it with an arrow letting it fly in the direction of the sound. "Shit, y/n!" That all too familiar voice echoing in your ears. Did you just shoot HIM? Neteyam comes out from behind the tree that was closest to you. His right hand holding his left bicep. Your eyes widen with horror at the fact that Neteyam may have seen you caressing your breast while thinking about him and that you just shot him. You jump up, dropping your bow, and grab his arm apologizing profusely. He laughs a bit shaking his head "Its ok, You barley grazed me." He lifts his hand showing you the smallest of nicks. It startled him more than anything, knowing he was caught watching you. "What are you doing out here?" you seethe. He looks you in the eyes not wanting to tell you the truth "Lo'ak came back to camp without you, and I was worried that you were out here by yourself." He lies slyly telling himself its technically not a lie. He did follow you to keep an eye on you. The only lie was that he didn't just come out here looking for you. You look deep in his eyes "You were worried about me?" stepping closer to him, fear washing away being replace with a sudden boldness. His eyes dart from yours to your lips. "Of course, I was worried about you, we are friends." You take a step back once the word "friends" left his perfect lips. Now surged with confidence, form hearing yours and Lo'ak's conversation earlier, Neteyam takes a step forward. "I'm sorry y/n." He apologizes the guilt from lying eating at him. Your face scrunching in confusion. "For what?" He grabs his wounded arm once again feeling embarrassed for lying. "I actually followed you and Lo'ak out here earlier today and sat, watching you.I watch you a lot" He smirks to himself "Then I heard you confess how you find me attractive to to my brother" His smirk now a full-blown grin, he rests his hand on your upper arm. You look down at the contact he has made, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes anymore. He moves his hand from your arm to your chin, turning your face up to his. Your cheeks turning a violet as you make eye contact with him. "I'm sorry." you begin to apologize not really knowing what for. He shakes his head. "No need to be sorry. I'm glad I heard what I did. I feel the same way about you.". He leans down softly pressing his lips to yours for one, two, three heartbeats. He reluctantly pulls back to look into your eyes searching for any disapproval. Not seeing any, he starts to lean in again, only this time being met halfway by you, eager for his lips on yours once more.

This time the kiss was more heated. Your arms snaked around his neck, trying to pull him as close as possible, attempting to become one with him. He presses his hard chest against your soft supple breasts, running his hand from your jaw to your hip. Now grabbing both hips, he guides them to press flush against his pelvis. Picking up on his eagerness, you moan into his mouth. He takes advantage of your open mouth, tongue slipping in to caress yours. It twists and twirls deliciously with yours, trying to dominate you. You finally submit letting his tongue dominate yours. He pulls away for air a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You twirl your fingers in his hair pulling him back. He pecks your lips once more, trailing sweet kisses to your jaw down to your throat. He places sloppy open mouth kisses to the column of your neck searching for your sweet spot. Sucking purple marks into your skin. You moan out when he bites lightly on your neck just below you jaw. His cheeks raise with a smirk knowing he found that sweet spot, that will have you withering in his arms. He bites harder abusing the sensitive area with his teeth. You mewl at his tongue lapping the area he just assaulted causing you immense pleasure. Trying to find some relief to you now throbbing clit, you clamp your thighs together. Your actions don't go unnoticed, much to your pleasure, Neteyam backs you to the tree he emerged from behind just moments ago, shoving his knee between your thighs adding the much-needed pressure. He flexes his thigh muscles still sucking and licking your neck, feeling his muscles tighten, you begin grinding on his thick thigh. Moaning in his ear you throw your head back, eyes shutting and mouth slightly hanging open from the new sensation. He pears up at you, noticing your beauty, his breath hitches. "Damn y/n, you are so beautiful." You lick your lips slowly, enticing him back to you. You press your chest further against his as if that was even possible. He looks down to your chest, rising and falling. He grabs your beaded chest piece and looks up at you, pleading with his eyes. With a simple nod of your head, he wastes no time, snatching your covering from your body and dropping it to the ground. Breast in his view, nipples errect, he bends down taking a hardened bud into his mouth. Treating your nipple in the same way he did your tongue. He Pulls back, your nipple popping out of his mouth with a light pop. He moves his attention to the other nipple.

You whimper as Neteyam removes his knee from between your legs. "Shhh, I got you love." He reassures you as his hand glides from your hip to your lower belly, playing with the top of your loincloth. The tingling feeling getting to you, you buck your hips into his hand. His hand slips under your loincloth running a delicious finger along your fold, finding your cunt already dripping for him. He groans "fuck y/n, how are you so wet already?" You mewl at his words "It's what you do to me." He grabs your hand guiding it to his hardened cock to stroke him through his loincloth. He moans out, his forehead pressed to yours. "That's what you do to me, every time I see you." Rutting his hips into yours he finally dips a finger into you awaiting cunt. Slowly pushing his finger in and out collecting your slick on the way. He thrusts his finger in and out a few more times feeling your slick drip down his finger, he decides you are ready for another. He pushes another finger in you earning him another breathy moan "Neteyam." He smirks "that's right love, moan my name. Whose pretty pussy is this? Hmm." He questions. "Y- yours. It's your pussy, Neteyam." He thrusts his fingers in faster, curling them finding the perfect angle. He palms your aching clit as he pumps in and out of you relentlessly. Your legs begin to shake with your building orgasm. Threatening to snap any minute "Neteyam, I'm close." Licking his lips before he speaks "Cum for me." your pussy clenches around his fingers just from his command. The squelching sounds coming from between your legs making him slowly lose his control. With a final curl of his fingers on your sweet spot, your body lets go of its composure. A shiver up your spine, you ride out your high on his fingers. He pulls his hand from your sopping pussy, seeing his digits covered in your arousal. He brings his hand to his lips, licking every last drop of you from his long nimble fingers. "You taste so good." He nestles against your neck.

He lowers himself to his knees in front of you. His hands find their way behind your lower back, working the knot in your loincloth. The knot finally loosened, your covering falls to the ground, revealing your glistening, swollen folds. He looks into your eyes then back to your pussy. He leans in taking a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds. "Shit you smell good too." Your ears twitching at his words, you moan out feeing his tongue lick a thick long swipe through your folds. "More, please more." He has you begging for him. He places his hand on the back of your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder for better access. This new position has you wide open for him. He thrust his tongue deep in your already wet core with a speed that has your head spinning. Afraid to fall, you anchor his head to your pussy by his hair. The tight grip on his hair causing him to whimper on your throbbing pearl. Composing himself, he nudges his face back between your lips, tongue darting back to your core in and out. The tip of his nose brushes against aching clit as he eats your pussy with expertise. You push his head further into your needy cunt for more pressure on the bundle of nerves. He Begins to nod his head so his nose would flick your clit. The pressure in your lower stomach building fast already threatening to snap. Neteyam fists his throbbing cock through his loincloth as he feels your pussy flutter around his tongue. "Neteyam, I'm..." You trail off, eyebrows knit together, a strangled moan falls from your open mouth as you squirt all over Neteyam's mouth. He gulped loudly at your release. Hips lazily bucking against his face as your high diminishes, you look down at him pulling away from your body "Are you ok?" he questions. Your eyes widen at the sight of your cum dripping off his chin, down his neck, pooling in the dip of his collarbones. With a shaky voice you pipe up "I'm more than ok." You pull your leg off his shoulder and lower to your knees with him.

Kissing him deeply, you replace his hand on his cock with his. Slowly rubbing, giving his cock the attention, it needed. He skillfully untied the laces to his loincloth pulling it from his body. Cock finally free it slaps his muscled stomach leaving a sting of precum from his abdomen to his swollen, sensitive head. You whimper at the sight of his length, not realizing how big he might actually be. He pushes your shoulder down until your back meets the soft moss of the ground. "Neteyam, I need you." you whisper in his ear, licking it as you pull back looking into his eyes. Now all control gone, he's ready to give you what he's wanted to give you since he saw you sunbathing on the boulder. Hands find your thighs, pressing them wide open. He takes in the sight of you under him, ready for 'Him'. Wasting no more time ha grabs his cock, jerking it a few times to make sure he is good and hard for you. Propping up on your elbows you watch the veins on his cock pulsate, and twitch with need. You grab his cock and guide him to your waiting hole. You watch his curved cock sink into you, feeling every inch of him stretch you so good. He bottoms out, balls pressed firm to your ass, eyes screwed shut, afraid to move, his seed already threatening to spill from the feeling of your soft gummy walls squeezing him. "Nete, you have to move." you try coaching him moving your hips slowly. He grabs your hips, stilling them, hands so tight on you, surely leaving bruises where they rest. "Give me a moment." Voice ragged with pleasure, he talks himself up, compelling himself to move. His hips finally rocking back and forth, long, slow pumps in and out of you. Needing more, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in hard and fast when he only just pulled out of you. "Shit, yes just like that, 'teyam." you groan. Understanding you need more he pulls out, snapping his hips hard into yours. Pulling both of your legs over his shoulders, crouching over you he pistons in and out of you. Knowing he won't last long like this he finds you clit, rubbing tight, hard circles on it, trying to edge you further than him. Balls slapping against your ass, combined with the friction inside you, you scream his name over and over again. Refusing to let up he grinds his pelvis into your adding to the pleasure. Your body begins jerking from the stimulation, reaching your third release of the night, letting it spray over his cock and thighs... Your breast bounce from the sheer force of Neteyam fucking you. He rests his head on one of them as he feels his high quickly approaching. "You're taking me so well. This pussy sucking me in like it's her job." You blush at him calling your cunt 'her'. "Nete, you fill me up so good." he nods on your chest, thrusts becoming sloppy with no rhythm. "Where do you want it? I'm close." he grunts. "My chest" you reply seductively biting your lip. A few more pumps he pulls out of your aching cunt to release his hot, sticky seed all over your breasts. Collapsing on top of you spent from his high, not caring about his seed between the two of you. Both exhausted from the events that just perspired, you just lay there catching your breath.

Finally gaining the strength to roll off of you, he looks over making eye contact, cheeks high from his smile. "We can't stay friends." he confesses. You smirk relishing in the fact that the man you've been crushing on for years, has the same feelings as you. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

#neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam fic #neteyam imagine #avatar fanfiction #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam sully smut #avatar smut #na'vi x y/n #awow imagines #awow smut #awow neteyam #awow x reader #avatar way of water

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Give meq tgat fefat <> roxy stuffff please

alright bear with me for a second i gotta paint a word picture

imagine youre roxy lalonde, right.

you just entered the game. youve got a bottle of momslime. your modus was literally built to hold ectobiologized goo. youve been feeling the weight of destiny on your shoulders -- YOU ARE GOING TO MEET HER. she might be dead but you are going to meet her.

and you get to your sprite,

and theres just

a fucking

CLOWN

and two corpses that he throws into the kernel.

(the first homestuck fic i ever read, Conference Call, has a version of the erisolsprite prototyping. they fought gamzee and got their fuckin asses kicked. its great.)

and then youre left with just. Some Alien Bitch. and its like the universe is teasing you, because she's partially the DIRECT DESCENDANT of the fishwitch what killed your mom, and also a cat???? you are so sick to death of cats. you have been up to your fucking ass in cats. its just too much

and then she just. talks to you

and you slowly start to listen

you hear about her lives on alternia. what it was like being a princess, what it was like being the pauper. how they weren't even really friends, before -- they ran in different circles.

but they're one person, now. one person dedicated to *helping you.*

we never find out how roxy quit drinking, or who helped her through it

(it was fefeta)

and fefeta *loves* you. she listens to you talk about boys. you talk about your mom. fefeta never really spoke to her... but her nepeta half *knows what happened to your kitty frigglish* after he died. and frigglish said that your mom was okay.

that everything was going to be okay

and it's just. jane had her shit. jake was up in his shit. dirk had fucked off with his shit. and roxy really only had fefeta!!!!!!!!

and i think they were moirails and i think they loved each other so much. frankly. tbf.

roxy is a trans woman, fefeta is newly plural. they have a lot in common. tbqh. its like. its very beautiful. in my eyes. in my vision.

and then

she dies

and this is like. this is a really big fucking deal honestly?

fefeta's death is like. a huge thing. its one of the only things she tells john about when summarizing the entirety of her session.

and this isnt something she magically gets back in the post-retcon timeline, either

like... when fefeta dies, there isnt a post-retcon fefeta. (we'll GET TO YOU JASPROSE.) it's just roxy who remembers fefeta's existence at all -- her friends dont have any connection to her. *nobody alive in all of reality* remembers her.

fefeta isnt just dead, dude, shes Fucking GONE. shes the goner ever. shes fuckin erased.

but honestly

on a level? good for her.

we've seen what being in homestuck does to people. it warps them, reshapes them. (see the new hsbc upd8 for some cool imagery about it.) fefetasprite was never a real part of the story. she got away with being silent -- her words are hidden from us. she was never in LE's clutches.

and why would LE even want to clutch her

she's the sword that's going to kill him, after all

i call fefetasprite the "cat fish witch" for a very important reason. a) its cute BUT B). if you look at caledfwlch, dave's sword, and just sorta. squint at the word. it looks like cat fish witch. that's fefeta. she Iss the cat fish witch.

so what does her death mean?

well it's not like dave used an UNBROKEN sword to fight LE.

feferi is the part of the sword still left in the stone. the part we forgot and left behind.

which leaves Nepeta, the other half of this broken sword, of the Cat Fish Witch

to kill the shit out of Lord English. B33

the sword was always going to kill him!!!!!!!! fefetasprite was the sword!!!!!!!!!!! NEPETA WAS ALWAYS FATED TO DEFEAT LORD ENGLISH!!!! AM I CLINICALLY INSANE? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. all this to say.

i wrote a fic about this.

check out the second work in the series for roxy processing the emotions that none of her post-retcon friends remember her moirail. it's some good stuff i think!!!!!!! also hal is there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway jasprose is just roxy's initial dream of reviving her mom in her kernelsprite brought to life through the most roundabout and indirect and stupid way possible. send POST

#hs meta #homestuck #homestuck fanfic #etch asks #fefetasprite #feferi peixes #davepetasprite^2 #nepeta leijon #my fanfic #roxy lalonde #roxy <> fefeta

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Trans Awareness, Remembrance, and the Dangers of Existing

For those who still yet live.

(Image from GLAAD.)

November 13th – 19th was the annual Transgender Awareness Week, a week that ends in Transgender Day of Remembrance. The Day of Remembrance is a day that is solemn, tragic, and rather sobering. It’s the day we take to remember our transgender siblings who were killed in acts of transphobic hate. It is a day of mourning, of gravity, and many, many tears, because of how truly painful it can be. For me, a newly self-realized trans woman, it’s even more sobering.

Rewind to about a year ago. I was beginning to acknowledge the enormity of my gender dysphoria after 35 years of denial. It was something I was desperate to avoid at the beginning because I knew. I knew how much the world hates trans people for existing. How dangerous it is to step outside of the boundaries of the fragile social structure that we have encoded into our lives. How brittle and unsafe it can all be for someone who does not conform to the gender that we were assigned at birth.

I wanted to look away for so very, very long. To not admit the truth of my nature. But the funny thing about the truth is that it just stays there, even if you don’t believe it. And my truth was that I was trans. My new reality was that no matter how far I go in the journey, no matter how well I might “pass” (even though passing isn’t the goal, it’s being authentic to myself), there will always be people who hate me for existing.

I was unable to write this yesterday, due to obligations, but I wanted to write about it, nonetheless. Some friends of mine were able to hold a ceremony for the lives of our trans siblings who were taken this year. They got to say their names. They got to hold a candle for these brothers and sisters, dear people whose lives ended because someone decided that they shouldn’t exist.

These are their names. *

London Price.

Lisa Love.

A’nee Johnson.

Chyna Long.

YOKO.

Sherlyn Marjorie.

Kylie Monali.

Luis Angel Diaz Castro.

Thomas “Tom-Tom” Robertson.

De’Vonnie J’Rae Johnson.

Jacob Williamson.

Chanell Perez Ortiz.

Ashia Davis.

Banko Brown.

Rasheeda “Koko Da Doll” Williams.

Ashley Burton.

Tasiyah “Siyah” Woodland.

Tortuguita.

Cashay B. Henderson.

Imanitwitaho Zachee.

Maria Fer.

Jasmine “Star” Mack.

Unique Banks.

Say these names in your heart. Know that theirs was a life that was beautiful and should not have been taken away by a person with hate in their heart and fear in their mind. Recognize the fact that the largest percentage of these victims were black women by far. The oldest one of them was only 41 years old, 5 years older than me. Most were in their twenties. Some were in their teens. All were beautiful. All were born with innate divinity, the same innate divinity that dwells in each of us, the same image of the transcendent God that created all of us.

Remember them. Feel the weight of them. It’s a heavy load to bear, and much more than the community can stand. We are in an era of rapidly increasing transphobia. There is a concerted effort to mandate us out of existence legally. I honestly am somewhat afraid of coming home for Christmas this year because of my running into the wrong person while trying to spend time with my loved ones. (Then I remember it will be in Austin, and that’s probably as safe as it gets for gender-nonconforming individuals, and I relax, but it’s still by a slim margin.)

Before the day of remembrance is Trans Awareness Week. What's funny is before the past couple of years, I would rate everyone’s awareness of transgender people as relatively low, until certain lawmakers decided to make it an enormous issue. The truth of it is that trans people have always existed. We’ve always been there. Going back thousands of years, in cultures all over the globe, you will find trans people in history, if you look for them. Even going back, a couple of decades, yeah, things weren’t great for trans people, but mostly it was because people didn’t know what we were. People lived entire lives, not being free to be themselves. Now, we have people trying to educate people so that kids like me might understand more about themselves, and in response to simply new, better information about transgender identities, people react with hatred.

The thing about transgender people that I’m learning every day is that they are some of the bravest people I know. It takes bravery to ask yourself the hard questions about your identity. It takes bravery to live authentically as you are meant to be.

I was afraid that I didn’t have it in me to be brave enough to be trans.

But it doesn’t matter if I’m brave. It matters that I live. It matters that I exist. I’m extremely lucky, and privileged, to be where I am. To have lived the life I have lived is an extraordinary blessing. To have a family that still loves me and supports me is a blessing beyond measure. To have a partner who is willing to support me is an even greater blessing. So many trans kids and adults don’t have that. So many are turned out into a cold world that doesn’t want to make space for them. So many people would rather we did not exist.

The truth is, we do exist. And no matter how much they can try to legislate us out of existence, there will always be trans people. That’s the truth that cannot be erased or ignored. Just like I couldn’t ignore the truth about my gender identity, we as a people can’t ignore the hatred and violence that is done to trans people all the time. We cannot ignore the concerted effort by a few hateful individuals whose world is so small they cannot appreciate the infinite amount of beauty that trans people give to the world just by our existence.

I’m writing this because I want to make sure at the very least that I remember my siblings who have gone before me—those who face hatred and violence because of the small-minded hatred of bigots. Our world is so much more beautiful for us living in it.

May we one day live in a world where we no longer need to remember the lives of those killed because of anti-transgender hatred.

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*Names retrieved from https://glaad.org/tdor-memoriam/.

#transgender #blog #lgbtqia+#trans day of remembrance #trans visibility

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mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers · 11 days

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Okay I just speedran The Sunshine Court in like 12 hours. I will be rereading it soonly and giving more coherent thoughts but here’s my main takeaways:

- Thought #1: Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck this book exists. I am on the floor I’m so fucking excited.

Spoilers below the cut

- I absolutely love that we get both Jean and Jeremy POVs. It’s great especially because Jean is an oblivious and traumatized and if we just see things through his eyes we would never get to see Jeremy PINING like an absolute icon. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s about the pining, the waiting, the yearning. I’m simple man, I like my books gay, angsty, and with tension you could cut with a knife. This delivers on all accounts.

- I love getting to see the end of tkm from Jean’s perspective. Getting to see him watch the Foxes v Ravens game was incredible. I’m a very big fan.

- Renee and Jean time! Renee giving Jean her cross necklace. I’m in tears, I’m dead, I’m on the floor. It’s not the right time for us 😭. Excuse me? I’m unwell.

- Kevin Day, queen of my heart! Getting to see how someone other than Neil canonically sees Kevin is an absolute treat for me. Jean’s weakness for beautiful men has become known. Me too Jean, me too.

- Jeremy, light of my life, I can’t believe you’re rich. At least your family sucks because I don’t think I could take it if your family was wealthy and nice.

- Jeremy + Jean meeting for the first time. Jeremy trying and failing to play with a yo-yo. I’d die for you. They are ADHD 🤝 Autism solidarity me thinks.

- Montana has a pro Exy team which is not at all plausible but I’ll let it slide because one Montana mention for the win and two the team is called the Rustics which is absolutely what we’d call a pro sports team if we had one. The only reason Montanan’s at large would commit to indoor lacrosse is that Kayleigh Day was Irish and so solidarity.

- Laila and Cat, my beloveds. The description of their apartment has me yearning for the same. They have a bay window with a window seat okay. That’s like in my top three desires for a home.

- Carboard cutout dog with a classic Nora pet name. I’ll love Mister B forever. I love how Jeremy keeps moving him around. I love how Jean hates it.

- Trans characters! Poly characters! Nonbinary characters! Nora, my birthday has come a little late but damn this was a gift!

- I am absolutely pronouncing Jean wrong in my head probably 70% of the time.

- I’m so fucking angry at the Ravens. My blood is boiling and I want to cry. Jean deserved better, Kevin deserved better, Riko deserved better. All the Ravens deserved better. I want to put Tetsugi Moriyama into a blender and feed him to the crows.

- Jean was 16. I’m absolutely incandescent with rage.

- Jeremy is so patient with Jean and I will forever love him for that.

- This book was a lot shorter time frame than I was expecting, mainly because I keep forgetting there’s going to be another one.

- The food control but is driving me crazy. It makes me so fucking mad. Let my boy eat. I want him to be happy.

- Jeremy has seen Jean looking 👀 ummmmmm hello? “More exclusively than you do, I think.” I’m on the floor.

- Laila buying Jean a sex toy?!? Oh my god. What would she even get him? I feel like he deserves a vibrating cock ring or something fun like that. That way service top™️ Jeremy Knox can use it on him when they finally get together.

- I love seeing Neil from Jean’s perspective. It’s funny how different he is from my perspective and Jean’s/everyone else’s. I’ve spent so much time thinking about him from Andrew’s pov that it’s weird seeing him through anyone else’s. Everyone is like this scrappy irritating son of bitch is gonna get what’s coming to him, and Andrew is like, well I can’t not fuck him.

- The second Jean mentions Drake to Neil. And then Neil immediately calls a hit out on Gr@yson. Neil, you will always be famous to me.

- Jean-Yves! I hope he starts using his full name again at some point.

- Elodie :(((((( I can imagine what Jean’s going through and I am so afraid for him. If he keeps pushing all these feelings down he’s going to break sooner or later, but probably sooner.

- Jeremy’s unconditional support of Jean has my whole heart. Jean has friends now. I’m crying.

#tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #the sunshine court #jeremy knox #light of my life #jean moreau #aftg

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in March 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #48 | ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

✿ A Bright and Blazing Flame by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 23k, a/b/o, part 4 of series) Bonded, engaged, and moved in together — there’s nothing to daunt Louis and Harry’s happiness. Until the past catches up to them and everything comes crashing down when they least expect it.

✿ Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(T, 18k, a/b/o) Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around. What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.

✿ In the Strangest of Ways by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(NR, 17k, ghost au) when the haunting sounds of a melancholy piano piece accompanied by the vague shadow of a beautiful male figure appear, Louis is determined to find out who this beautiful man was and what happened to him…

✿ anything you want until the morning by honey_beeing

(M, 12k, strangers to lovers) A Late Night Talking AU where Harry and Louis find each other on the way to work every night and then learn to not let go of each other ever again.

✿ Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together) by @hellolovers13

(E, 11k, fake relationship) When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend. Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

✿ Station 28 by @justahappycloud

(G, 10k, strangers to lovers) Darling, you are my favourite accident by far.

✿ Awaken As Mine by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 9k, a/b/o) Omega Harry was sure he had found his alpha, but how to get reading crazed, bookworm Louis to look twice at him was a mystery for the ages.

✿ Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 7k, breakup) a fic about growing up and choosing each other.

✿ Catastrophe (Or Not) by grapenight / @louiswolves

(G, 5k, pet fic) Harry's a crazy cat person and Louis is the vet he keeps bringing his cats to with minor concerns like "she's been acting weird lately" and "he didn't poop today so I'm worried" but it's really just excuses to keep seeing Louis everyday

✿ Soft Wings by @kingsofeverything

(G, 4k, tattoo au) Harry is a Dolly Parton fan who wants to get a tattoo in tribute to her. Louis is the tattoo artist.

✿ Cookbooks and Toothpicks and One Lizard by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, witch Harry) If there is one thing that Harry hates about Halloween, it’s what a spectacle everyone suddenly makes around him.

✿ when we're finished saying nothing by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 3k, girl direction) An alpha/alpha AU inspired by Written All Over Your Face.

✿ I Hope You Choke (on those words) by Imogenlee / @imogenleefic

(E, 3k, musician Louis) Harry Styles had been head of security for concert venues for over eight years.Never in his career had he seen a musician as reckless when it came to personal safety as Louis Tomlinson.

✿ Never Seen A Boy Like YOU Before by @jaerie

(E, 3k, trans Louis) Of all the housemates out on the ranch Louis had had over the years, none of them could even come close to Harry.

✿ Snow One Like You by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 3k, girl direction) The strangers to lovers stuck on a ski lift au

✿ Lapful Of Lou by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(M, 2k, friends to lovers) they are both idiots and it takes a drunk Harry (with no brain to mouth filter) to get things going.

✿ Oblivious by grapenight / @louiswolves

(G, 2k, uni au) Louis and Harry are roommates, and Louis is instantly attracted to Harry.

—Rare Pairs—

✿ neither wanting more, neither asking why (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 40k, OT5) If Louis is the origin, Zayn the expansion, Liam the complication, Niall the solution, then Harry - Harry's the completion.

✿ The Hour of Us by sitandadmire / @niallziam

(M, 5k, Harry/Louis/Niall) the modern witches AU where Niall collects spell books, Harry is fascinated by plants, and Louis is ready to protect them at all costs.

✿ find our place by @nouies

(NR, 3k, Zayn/Louis) “Fuck!” Louis says as he hangs up the phone and turns it off. He hopes the call didn’t connect, otherwise he would have to change his number. Again.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #hltracks #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #larry fan fiction #one direction fanfiction

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[a slife of life / romance story set in the countryside of emerald acres] 🤍

DEMO (TBA) / PINTEREST / KO-FI

Note from the author: Hi and welcome! I'm Vilna (she/any). This is my first interactive fiction project that is still very early in developement. I was inspired by various medias, primarily Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon, to develope my own little game in novel format written in twine. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Tales from Roseborough and this blog is only suitable for 18+ audience for eventual optional sexual content. Ask box is open for any kind questions (nsfw included).

THE STORY:

You are a farmer who has very recently become one after your distant grandparents you've never met have died and have left their old farm and everything that comes with it solely to you.

You don't know why they would do such a thing but you have been quite bored of your current life for some time so you decide to take a leap faith and leave the comforts of the city behind to move into the idyllic Emerald Acres for a new beginning. The countryside is certainly breathtakingly beautiful; your new farmhouse comes with a huge garden exceeding all of your expectations and the animals are so cuddly and cute, too!

Unfortunately, you have no idea what you're doing but it can't be that hard to run a small farm all by yourself. Can it? Maybe with some help from the other residents of Emerald Acres you may have a better chance at making it...

Fully customizable MC. Decide your character's name, gender (trans + non-binary inclusive), pronouns, physical appearance, personality & background ++ The only thing that is locked in is that MC will always be queer-coded, no matter how you play them. 🏳️‍🌈

Name and maintain your farm by taking care of your animals and garden. Do you thrive in your new life as a farmer or do you hate every second of it? Will you settle down permanently or will you return back to the city with your tail between your legs?

Discover family secrets! Apparently the farm and the house come with certain strings attached.

Choose an animal companion who will follow along with you on your adventures.

Explore the Emerald Acres: the village of Roseborough, the Wuthering Woods, Honeyfur river and other surroundings.

Romance 1 out of 6 possible candidates. Queerplatonic routes are available for Juniper and Bunny/Bo.

Build lasting friendships with the other main cast + side characters.

ROMANCE OPTIONS:

🧸 Bunny / Bo Abernathy [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

B, along with their daughter Sunny, is your new friendly neighbour who owns a farm a couple of kilometers away from you. They are always willing to listen to your troubles and help in any small or big way they can. They are one of the kindest people you've ever met but remain surprisingly tight-lipped about themself, perhaps for a good reason.

»»-----------► I've never known someone like you. Someone who makes me feel so loved and happy that I feel like I could just float away.

🔧 Oskari Kivi [M], he/him. || intro.

You never expected to meet him again here of all places. Oskari is a city boy through and through and your past with him is complicated (whether you were lovers or just friends) and you haven't seen him in at least four years since your fallout. You're not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that he hasn't changed at all.

»»-----------► I missed you. A lot. I just wanted you to know that.

🐾 James Briar [F], she/her. || intro.

The fact that James is hot as hell only slightly makes up for her rude and disagreeable behaviour when you first meet her. She is the town's only vet so you will need her services from time to time whether you like it or not. James seems to have great love for animals, but claims that fellow humans are not her thing. You don't quite know what to make of her.

»»-----------► When I first met you I thought you were a spoiled city brat. Turns out I sort of like it.

🦋 Juniper Starling [NB], fae/faer. || intro.

Juniper is an eccentric but respected figure in Roseborough as fae runs a small (and free!) healer's clinic offering help without turning anyone away. Fae must be one of the most beautiful people you've ever met and seems to always have a line of suitors following faer wherever fae goes. You need to stick out if you want faer attention.

»»-----------► You are certainly an interesting one, kitten. I will have to keep a close eye on you.

🥧 Willow / William Higgins [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

Will is almost as new in the town as you; they bought the tavern of Rosebud a few months prior and are still adjusting to their job and everything that comes with it. Will clearly feels out of place and lonely in their current situation, at least before meeting you. They seem friendly, if a little overly flirty, and eager to get to know you.

»»-----------► Oh, you are absolutely precious, sunshine. I could just eat you up for a dessert.

🔮 Sage Moonfall [NB], he/him and they/them. || intro.

The people of Roseborough call him the Hermit of Wuthering Woods but that seems to be only a fraction of the truth. There's a rumour that they are over a century old and something not entirely human, but no one has the courage to approach them to actually ask. He seems to be endlessly fascinated by you.

»-----------► Tell me: what do you desire? I could make that happen with the snap of my fingers.

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