I'm going fucking mad over here. I'm writing this Maximus request then got an idea for a Lucy/Reader/Maximus/Thaddeus fic and I'm running, crying, and screaming because I want to just put the idea directly from my brain onto a doc and I can't 😔
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Hmmm I kinda want to make a side blog for RPG Maker game development related things to be able to talk to more experienced people in that community, but at the same time I both don’t really think I’d get much attention and don’t want to accidentally spoil my own game (^^ ; ).
I have a rough story, concept doodles, a tileset, some character sprites, an enemy that walks around but can’t initiate battle yet (if I even decide to have a battle system), a couple rooms with some events, and a functioning run button, but I’m still lost on how to do much else at the moment. Especially since this program has the ability for scripting, meaning I’ll probably have to learn and actually retain another coding language.
So, I’m not very far at all lol. Idk how well that’d go over on the established fandom website, but eh.
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Dizzy ✨ Dizzy ✨ Dizzy ✨ Dizzy
Trying my best to get one last chapter posted before the year is over. Wish me luck...
The first time he met Prokopenko, he was struck by the caricature that was pre-teen rebellion; a scrawny boy who had barely touched the beginning of puberty with a cigarette between his fingers, who introduced himself by his last name. It was one of the
very first times that Kavinsky felt the trajectory of his life tilt precariously off
balance. Until then, everything was according to plan. Ivan Prokopenko was not the kind of person one could plan for and it was there in his voice, a silent offering, when Proko said, “You’re Joseph Kavinsky, right?”
It was a choice then, as miniscule as it may have been, to pick something else. He could be Joseph Kavinsky, the legacy heir with a heavy crown, the person he was told to be… or he
could be someone else.
“Kavinsky,” he said. “It's just Kavinsky.”
In the confines of Derek Swanson’s bedroom, in the heat between his sheets, Kavinsky didn’t exist. He slipped into another self, he became whatever Derek wanted to make of him– submissive, passive, relaxed; he was simply K.
K liked the roughness of Derek’s hands on his waist, the taste of Derek’s fingers in his mouth, the whine that caught in his throat when Derek hit a certain sensitive spot inside
of him. K liked the burn in his lungs and the ache in his back and falling asleep next to a
solid body, even if he usually woke up alone. K liked not having any concerns or fears or
guilt or cares. He could simply exist in this nonexistent state.
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when the academic article is so good it has you giggling and kicking your feet
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Me writing myself into corners every three paragraphs
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i think one of the least used concepts in elder scrolls lore is its nebulous relationship to truth.
like something i do actually appreciate about that cunt kirkbride's writing in morrowind is that the mythology of the tribunal is allowed to be relatively ambiguous and there's room for poetry and fable and unreliable narrators. there's a strong general tendency in both fandom and dev to interpret lore quite literally and treat every text as reliable sources of fact about tamriel even when the text is like. fiction or written with a clear bias towards certain factions or prejudices.
the main example I'm thinking of is the 'notes on racial phylogeny' lore book. it's literally just racist pseudoscience and in a real life context would be considered unreliable and deeply offensive. but in tes, i rarely see anyone stop to actually consider that perhaps this lore isn't really a factual study of how bodies work but about how the imperial empire categorises the people it colonises and justifies it's supremacy. there's so much focus on determining the rules and metaphysical aspects of the world that there's no consideration that the way factions like the empire see the world is inherently flawed.
it's fun to think of a world where stars are literal holes punched in the fabric of the sky, or that water is made of memory, but i also think it would be a much more fun and flexible world if these theories are considered to be just a few of many lenses that people in tamriel use to try to understand their world. some of my favourite pieces of lore and world building are things like 'cherims heart of anequina' that imply a rich world of culture and art; i love the idea that tamriel has art and art critics and people who discuss ideas for other purposes than trying to figure out what's The Only True Lore.
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if it stops i'm having an unshakable nightmare
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i've been rewatching the good place with a friend lately so i've been thinking about it a lot and i just keep thinking
about how eleanor says so much that she's not a bad person, she's just a "medium" person. she didn't kill anyone, she didn't technically abuse anyone, she was selfish but not "horrible," she was human.
except when we see eleanor pre-death, we see something different. no, she didn't murder anyone. but she was pretty horrible. she was really good at lying to elderly people to sell them fake drugs. she abused her friend's dog. she lied to her coworkers to get out of driving for them at the bar. she felt so threatened by people feeling like they were better than her that when she saw concrete proof that a coffee shop manager was misogynistic and sexually assaulted someone, she enthusiastically supported the cafe to be contrary to her boyfriend.
she is very obviously a horrible person. even in season 2, michael calls her a manipulative demon; that's not something you get called if you're just a "medium" person. what we're told, and what her reasoning is a lie. but she doesn't know it. it's a lie to the viewers.
she also stands in stark contrast with jason—who has broken the law multiple times, has gotten arrested multiple times, likes celebrities and hobbies that have a terrible reputation (not just for being "trash" but for being actively hateful), and even if he might not have killed someone, there's probably something in his repertoire that comes close. but at the same time, it's very, very obvious to see that he's a good-hearted person, who wants to do more good than harm. compared to eleanor, whose bad actions are much smaller in comparison, but her bad personality makes her less likable, and much worse. yes, of course it's about environment—but it's also about how goodness might be more accurately judged by intent than by action.
i saw someone say that it was unrealistic that eleanor didn't call chidi a racial slur when she was a white woman from arizona. sentimentally, i agree with the realism argument. but at the same time, i think it would've been out of place. eleanor would know that saying a slur is on a different level of wrong. a lot of the bad things she did were indirect; it was a lot about what she did when no one was looking. but she didn't want to see herself as a horrible person, so she wouldn't have wanted anyone to see either. as long as they didn't get too close for her.
eleanor being a "medium" person is a lie. of course she belongs in the bad place. she's initially presented as a "medium person" because the story wants us to be on her side, wants us to believe that she's as human as us, until the season one flashbacks start to tell a different story. then it makes us squint and go, no, eleanor really is a terrible person. but the show is aware of this too!
and yet, the thesis of the show is that bad people can always get better. that no one is beyond rehabilitation; that society fucks us up but it's still the choices that we make that mean the most about who we are in the end. we get to see the growth of eleanor's good person journey through the entirety of season one, so that even as we realize she was a shitty person on earth, we're still rooting for her by the end of it. season one is the show's entire thesis; seasons two through four are just proving it to us. and eleanor proves herself to us over and over again, so that even as we know how terrible she was, and how terrible she's capable of being, we still know and believe that she belongs in the good place at the end.
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Ui idea tests, thrown together bc im eepy. Was planning on doing more but I spent all my days energy on the second one oops
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Im goijg to eat your art oh my goodness
honestly you are probably the sole reason i began shipping noirpunk THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE
glad to be recruiting for the cause! this one tastes like sugar cookies. perhaps also arsenic but who’s to say
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Sleazy Dabi who likes going for the sweet ones, the ones who can hardly look him in the eye and hesitate a little when he gets close to them. The ones who always chuckle nervously when he starts flirting, whose words turn to whispers when they admit they’re new to this whole thing.
Whole thing? He always asks with a tip of their chin to look him in the eye. Whole thing with guys like you, they always mumble back. He likes the look, the challenge, the fight in their eyes as he knows how his charm can soothe their battling minds.
He wins every time.
Sleazy Dabi who likes the inexperienced ones, the ones who stutter and stumble and shake a little when his hand rests on their thighs. The ones who tell him, they don’t know what they’re doing. He loves the sweet little look that passes over their faces when he reassures them that he’ll be there every step of the way, holding their hands if he needs to.
But sleazy Dabi who loves you the most. His latest, and last, plaything turned lover. Who used to be so scared to touch him without shaking, who couldn’t look him in the eye without smiling whenever he kissed you. Who used to sing him the prettiest songs whenever he made you work for it, gain that confidence he knew was lurking beneath the shadows.
Before, when he told you to ride him for the first time, he can still remember the scared little look on your face. How your eyes grew round and you fiddled with your fingers, whispering that you don’t know how—don’t know what to do—where to put your hands—where to look. He comforted you, walked you through the whole thing until you lost yourself in the moment and fell headfirst into him.
And now? Now, he doesn’t even have to ask.
“It looks so pretty,” he hears you murmur under your breath, eyes snapping down to look at the sight of you. Pumping a hand around his drooling cock, pulling until the pre gathers in your palm, only to slide it back down again once more. He looks up when he feels your stare, licking his lips at your hung open mouth and round eyes and heaving chest.
“Lemme ride it. Please?” You ask softly. Usually, he’d remind you of your manners, question where that sweet, innocent, hesitant person went, ask when you became so bold. But you look so hungry for it, already raising on your knees, already swiping his pierced tip through your wetness.
“You know it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.” Dabi mutters against your mouth when you lean into him, gasping when he breaches your hole. And he means what he said—ever since he met you, every part of him has been yours, even if you didn’t know it yet.
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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously
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HUNNN WE NEED MORE ETHAN CHARLIE AND READER THREESUM 🙏🙏🙏
AHHH OKOKOK i seriously didn't think u guys would like it that much ! thank you so much❤❤ (for reference, here's the og) gn!reader for this but not for pt 1 :)
brooklyn baby🎶- c, walker ,, & e, landry ,,
they're filling your holes so well. it's almost comical how muffled your moans around ethan's cock were.
"taking it so well, hm whore?" taunted ethan, pulling your hair to look up at him with your glossed-over eyes. "please," your beg was hardly coherent through the saliva-coated cock shoved down your throat.
"please what?" charlie inquired. although you couldn't see the boy, you could hear the smirk in his tone.
you weren't quite sure. you whined due to the underlying fact that you had no idea what you were begging for.
"pathetic slut, doesn't even know what they're begging for," ethan's smile was large and his eyes were dark.
both of their hips were snapping against the opposite ends of you as all three of you reached climax. sweet, blissful, hot, climax.
and of course, they clean you up.
and of course, they treat you as well as they fuck you, and they fuck you good. the warm, soapy water your skin is soaking in from the bath soothed all the tension in your muscles as ethan sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders.
and of course, charlie wasn't far. just outside in the living room, finding a movie for the three of you to watch while you drift to sleep.
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okay here me out,
thinking about an au that’s maybe set in victorian times with gojo and he’s like the king of this one nation. he has four wives (including you), but you were the first out of the four. over time, you’ve started distancing yourself and let the other three please and take his time just so he could “forget” about you.
but one day, you did something that made him remember why he chose you first. he finds out that not only are you friends with the king of a (rival) kingdom, *cough cough suguru*, but that you’re planning an uproar against him.
so, he starts seeking you out more, including you more, picking you to accompany him when he goes out, choosing to have you only pleasure him or sleep in his bed, disregarding the other three.
but, you still don’t know that he knows about your plans….so when the time comes to finally put things into action……..
omg i fucking LOVE medieval AUs they make me go insane ✋🏼😩 they r so challenging to write though
THE DECEIT AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS IN THIS WLD GO CRAZY what if reader was originally sent to marry gojo to overthrow his kingdom in the first place but then when he starts to show more interest in her n starts treating her as THE queen, she feels conflicted 🫣�� but she goes through w the plan anyway bc i NEED the betrayal angst hsdkdldhdhdg
what if suguru n gojo go to war for the reader 💅🏼 now THAT is the level of pining i need in an au LOL
i can imagine gojo wld be so cocky w his other wives n try to make u jealous by bedding them when you’re nearby/around just so you can hear (like robert n cersei in game of thrones vibes) but you’re just unbothered by it and that BOTHERS him like no other bc women usually fall to his feet 😤🤭
u cooked w this babe i love this ideaaa
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yknow the classic uni professors au, the one where prof A spends half their time talking about their spouse and prof B has never said a word about their personal life ever but then it turns out theyre pining or married or whatever, yeah i think theres a chronic lack of those in the top gun fandom. bc the classic icemav teaches at top gun meets no homophobia au is the *perfect* setup and i cant believe no ones written it
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I am in
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