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[fieldsofmistria]

As we get closer to Fields of Mistria's 1.0 release on August 5th, we've put together an FAQ answering some of the questions we've seen most from players! 💛 This blog post covers: 🌎 Localization 🏆 Achievements ❓ And more! Check it out here

[gooseworx]

Would raghata make out with me? Or anyone? But me in particular. Just curious

Ragatha would only make out with SamTriesHerBest on Twitter.

[gooseworx]

If your takeaway from this is to send death threats to my friend, and not "Oh that's an obvious joke" then I think you need to die. Some of you guys aren't old enough to be watching cartoons I swear to God.

[questionartbox]

Just a friendly merchant 💜 art tumblr | art twt | everything-twt

[vxnusorbit]

just friends

you'd always assumed that the one lyney liked was you. well, apparently you thought too much. warnings: gn! reader, unrequited love, modern au, angst no comfort wc: 0.4k  a/n: orz this sat in my drafts for about 4 months i couldn't find the words to get it out of my system😞 i wrote a lyney fic with a similar plot on my other blog, but the difference is that the last one was inspired by a song and this one was inspired by my own experiences LOL reblogs w/ tags & comments highly appreciated <3

okay. maybe you weren’t the best at reading social cues, but surely your interpretations wouldn’t be this far off, right?

wrong.

you stare, almost in dumbfounded amazement, at the periwinkle-eyed blond standing in front of you. “i’m sorry?”

“she agreed to go on a date with me! you know, the friend you introduced to me?” his eyes sparkle, “don’t you remember?”

“ye-yeah, i remember...”

seriously? were your skills at reading social cues this bad?? weren’t you supposed to be the one he liked??? after all:

one. he was always the first to notice whenever you’d had a hard day. “are you okay?” he’d ask as he handed you the snack you once mentioned you were obsessed with in passing, finding his way to the spot next to you on the bench. “oh–” his eyes would widen in slight panic, “it’s totally fine if you’d rather not talk, um, just– i just thought you might feel better if you had, y’know, a friend with you, um, yeah...” and whether or not you chose to confide in him, just feeling his presence each time was enough to lift your spirits.

two. you were always the first one he sought out every time he figured out a new trick. “hey, guess what! remember that idea we had last week, the one with the hat and the aspic? i finally got it last night! wanna see?” and before you could even react, he’d already be pulling out his tools and spilling all the secrets right to you. though perhaps the even more fascinating magic trick was how he’d be able to talk for hours about a single trick without stopping.

three. for some reason, he seemed to adore seeking you out for spontaneous excursions. “c’mon,” he’d plead, his sad puppy eyes doing nothing to help you close your door in his face, “it’s gonna be a once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon! you’ll never see a view like this ever again!” “lyney, that was what you said last year. meteor showers happen every year.” though you already had one foot out the door, slipping on a jacket, you’d always sigh. and he’d always pout, still tightly holding onto your wrist. “but it’s gonna be different! the vibe’s gonna feel different because we’re gonna be, well, watching it from a different place! don’t you trust me?” of course you trust him. you’d trust him with your life if you had to.

you’re back to staring at the boy who unknowingly stole your heart, and you can’t find the words to describe your inner turmoil. but if he looked this happy, who were you to ruin it?

your lips almost tremble as you force it into what you hope to be an encouraging smile.

“good luck, lyney. don’t mess up.”

“i won’t, i promise! don’t you trust me?” 

© vxnusorbit. do not plagiarise, repost, or feed to ai in part or whole.

[afreakforyautja]

Trapped (yautja x human)

Part 1

[Silly little prompt]

Read Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 💚

You’ve been assigned as a biologist to an extremely remote location.

You took the job because you needed the money, and you didn’t question the oddly high salary they offered.

It didn’t take long to realize the truth: you were there to study and collect samples from alien lifeforms such as yautjas and xenomorphs.

The catch behind the generous paycheck became obvious… you could be killed at any moment while working.

At least the aliens were unconscious during your examinations, but there was always the slim, terrifying chance they might wake up and eviscerate you.

You stuck to a strict schedule, never missing a second. A tiny delay in your work could mean your death.

One day, while working on a xenomorph, the facility alarm blared through the room. The doors slammed shut, completely locking you in.

You didn’t even know what to panic about first: the fact that you were now trapped with a deadly alien… or the reason the lockdown had triggered in the first place.

What could’ve possibly escaped that made the entire facility seal itself off?

Seconds dragged like hours as your shaking hands fumbled with the manual override.

You finally got the door halfway open, only to find yourself face to face with another alien. One you recognized.

Its mandibles clicked as it tilted its head at you in a strange, almost curious motion.

Your mouth went dry as you stared. You remembered all the times you’d examined this particular yautja, speaking softly to yourself while studying its body.

“Please, don’t,” you whispered, raising your hands in surrender, trying to make yourself look as small as possible.

The yautja just stared, its head tilting slightly again, studying you.

Maybe it recognized your voice, all those hours you spoke aloud while working.

A deep, rumbling purr built in its chest. You blinked, stunned.

Then, in a flash, it shoved you aside—just in time.

The xenomorph behind you lunged, missing you by inches.

The yautja caught it mid-air, gripping it tightly. Their battle had begun-

and you had nowhere to run.

[meo-eiru]

The most beautiful pearl

That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.

It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.

Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…

“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.

“You do my lady?”, I nod.

“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”

“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”

“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”

“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.

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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.

516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.

“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.

“Damn it…”

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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.

“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”

“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”

Huh?

Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?

“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”

…

“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.

“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.

“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”

“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“

“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”

I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…

It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.

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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.

You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.

It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.

I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.

“Dana…?”

“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!

…What are you looking at?

My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.

“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”

My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.

“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”

You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.

“!!”

In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.

“D-Don’t look!”

If you do they’ll take you away from me.

“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.

I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.

“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”

Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.

Yes, what I wanted…

What I wanted?

Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.

“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.

“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.

“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”

My hand presses down harder.

“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.

“You don’t know anything…”

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“Dana”

A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.

I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.

She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.

“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”

Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.

The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.

It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.

Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.

A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.

It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.

But then I met you.

The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.

I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.

So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.

I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.

I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-

“UGH!”

I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this…

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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.

“I-I’m sorry-“

“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”

You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.

“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”

My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.

“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”

A tear threatens to fall from my eye.

“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”

“Dana I’m sorry-“

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.

Then an idea comes to my mind.

“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”

I grab your face before you can answer.

“!?”

I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.

“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.

I lean in closer and look into your eyes.

“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”

[kinsuim]

⚝ LAURA PRESENTS —𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹

✰ HOW TO ENTER

choose a kink to main or make a horror prompt— or both, it’s your story. can be art or writing. any fandom, 18+ character(s), and any reader. send an ask to me prompting these details of your entry.

✰ RULES

you and your selected character must be 18+. no aging up. must be original work, no copying known horror stories/fics/art. no ai or plagiarism. dark content/dead dove is permitted. must have appropriate warnings. when making post, please: tag my name (@kinsuim) + use this tag “#fucktober25”

✰ DETAILS

this collab is not a contest. there is no “best” writing or “best” art. do what satisfies you. whether it be headcanons or a sketch, your entry is valued. questions or reports must be sent via ask or dm. you do not have to be following me to enter.

you may make any submissions as you’d like. if for some reason you cannot attend to your entry, you can withdraw at any moment. i will be reblogging submitted works during the month of october.

deadline for entry is august 31.

soft deadline for work submission is october 1. hard deadline for work submission is october 5. feel free to submit work early during september.

please reblog this post to spread the message. thank you.

with sexy love & lust, laura

[retquits]

ayo who out there arting their fight !!!

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[bunabi]

happy Juneteenth to black fans in fandom specifically 🫶🏿 love yall

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wip wip wip

[j-tee]

SHAPE HELL

Yup.

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SHAPE HELL 2

[onyourowndaisymae]

𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒂 - 𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

☆☆ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ☆☆

hi again :) i'm joining other lovely fanfic writers with @ficsforgaza to help raise money for the folks in need in palestine. i'm proud to be banding together with the community on tumblr to help palestinians during this horrible time.

to participate, make a donation to a vetted fundraiser found on @ficsforgaza's page (aka, don't send me any money lol) and send me a screenshot (with your personal information removed) along with what you'd like to request to my ask box. please do not "double dip" aka use the same donation for several writers-- this is a fundraiser, after all! here is what a request looks like:

hello! can i sponsor your [INSERT FIC] fic? i donated $5 to gaza, here is the screenshot! thank you! [insert screenshot]

my pricing will be as follows:

★ sponsor-a-WIP: $1/100 words ★ drabbles: $2-3/100 words (elaborated below) ★ no money to contribute, but you want to support the cause? that's okay. sign a vetted petition from the @ficsforgaza page and send proof, and i'll add a sentence to a WIP of your choosing.

if you have any questions, feel free to take a look here on @ficsforgaza's page or reach out to me. be patient, i will work on these fics when i can. thank you so much for helping me raise money for a good cause ;)

☆☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫 ☆☆

★ pink pony club

on saturday nights, the lights at the fall dim as a performer takes stage. beauty, grace, taking the stage as music begins to trickle from the speakers for their performance. you're born naked, the rest is drag. how do the characters of obey me interact with this art form? are they a performer? an amateur? do they yearn for the spotlight or admire their own outfit from the shadows?

drag!au. bulleted fic/headcanons. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ human!au x farming!au

a breeze travels through a small valley town. the spring is warm-- a perfect time for new beginnings. the moving truck pulls away from the small farm where you've been dropped off. this is your land now. to see it thrive, you must love and care for each inch. but first, you should probably introduce yourself to the local townspeople.

human!au and farming!au. heavily inspired by both harvest moon/stardew valley games and my mutual @misc-obeyme and their human!au. small paragraphs for each character. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ obey me characters with earrings

accessories are a wonderful addition to any outfit. if the characters of obey me had their ears pierced, what sorts of earrings would they wear?

bulleted headcanons/fic. themes of x reader. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ obey me demon brothers presenting you with a friendship bracelet in return

you presented the avatars of sin with a custom friendship bracelet to commemorate your growing bond. now, they're here to return the favor.

demon brothers x reader (platonic OR romantic, up to reader interpretation). revival of a long-dead series. bulleted fic. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ the fall's private rooms (nsfw warning)

being a human in the devildom has left you with a certain... interest in demonkind and other fantastical creatures. but you're far too embarrassed to explore this fascination with anyone you know. the solution? an anonymous station set up in one of the fall's private rooms allowing you to fuck someone without knowing who they are, no strings attached. this set-up grows a bit more complicated, though, when word travels through the grapevine about the dirty things you're doing. the door closes to the room you're tucked away in, indicating someone is here to indulge you... but is that a familiar voice you hear on the other side of the wall?

nsfw. minors dni. obey me characters x reader smut. gloryhole dynamic. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ oc spotlight: introductions

the rules of the exchange program are simple: the celestial realm and the human realm both send three of their residents to the the devildom to experience hell's culture for an entire year. among the usual residents of purgatory hall, two new faces are seen wandering about. one, a straight-laced, fledgling sorcerer trying her best to explore the depths of the devildom's history and gain a grasp on her budding powers. the other, an angel born hard-of-hearing and further deafened by the celestial war with a penchant for beautiful artistic creations.

canon-divergent!au. x reader. introduction of two original characters. character profiles. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ oc spotlight: vampire!au

vampirism is a strange affliction. it creates a recluse of the most social creature, driven from the sunlight and modern society into the shadows by bloodlust and misery. you are a human being who has recently become the source of blood for each of these two ancient vampires. how does your relationship with the evolve? do they grow to see you as more than a pet, or are you slaughtered for your insolence long before they remember your name?

vampire!au. ocs x reader (separate). full-length standalone fics. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

☆☆ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ☆☆

i'll be accepting drabble requests for the seven demon brothers and the dateables. drabbles are estimated to be ~500 words. they can be sfw/nsfw, tropes, fluff, etc. please specify what you'd like to see in this drabble, whether you only have a character in mind or a very specific scenario! (note: anon MUST be off for you to request nsfw, and you must be 18+).

since requests require a bit more work, i'll be pricing them at $2 per 100 words for sfw drabbles and $3 per 100 words for nsfw drabbles.

do you want to support gaza and request fics for twisted wonderland? check out my other blog here

[retquits]

save me winter elliott stardew valley... winter elliott stardew valley save me......

[myartbytes]

Hey everybody I'm makin' a fishing game, wishlist this sucker on steam babyyyyyy https://store.steampowered.com/app/2809450/Headwaters/

[st4rbwrry]

important pls read !

hey everyone, i rlly hate to do this fr. i told myself this was the last thing i ever wanted to do but i have no other choice. i’m falling behind on rent that’s due the fifth of august and only have $200 out of $750. since my job has been cutting my hours drastically, i’ve been behind on rent and utilities for five months straight and only make $230 a week which isn’t nearly enough to cover all of my bills on top of caring for myself and saturn (my cat). i’ve been on the hunt for a new job and haven’t been able to find one yet. i fear that my landlord will evict me if i continue being late on my payments, and i cannot afford to lose my home. i’ve recently had a major surgery that took a toll out of my mental state, so for the past three months i’ve been extremely depressed and in the worst shape. it’s causing me to lose motivation to better my life but i am trying. if anyone is willing to help me i’d be EXTREMELY grateful. i have cashapp & kofi. anything would be helpful and if you can’t donate i’d appreciate if you’d boost this message. thank you. ♡

[syluscore]

Cameras ~ Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader 

Content warnings: smut, sexual content, stalker leon, obsessed leon, male masturbation times 2, female masturbation, panty sniffing, nude taking, breaking into readers place, exhibitionist seemingly unknowingly but knowingly both times, voyeurism? maybe, reader and leon never actually talk

This is the first post of my writing so please let me know if there’s any warnings I missed. Also any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I do plan to make a part 2 for this. I didn’t picture any specific Leon for this, probably post Re4 pre Re6. Thank you for reading and I do take requests, <3

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[adorbdrabbles]

This goes hard 🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🫂🫂🫂🫂

Honestly I was surprised it let me get that far😭 but I was having fun with it😈