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@denderfyr
I think I should be allowed to physically fight other Worm fanfic authors.The moment you post a single chapter of Worm Fanfic PvP is enabled and I am hunting you down
It would have to be this way, because a single chapter of Worm fanfic is all you’ll post before disappearing into the aether to brainstorm six new AUs
Not AUs, Alt powers for Taylor
"We need to bring back bullying!" - People who need a few character-building beatings
"we need to bring back bullying!" - people that would have been bullied in the 90'ies
"Dahmer wasn't racist, he was just doing something that is one of the ur-examples of racism!" - The great thinkers of the younger generation.
"it's not that deep" START DIGGING!!
DIG
DIG
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DIG
OOPS TOO DEEP
CLIMB
CLIMB
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OH NO
FLY
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I'm considering the idea of Rangers in urban fantasy. Not hunters, but someone whose job it is to ensure that the mystical ecosystem is stable. Like they wouldn't let a werewolf massacre a small town wholesale, but if you're going to the pyrenees to hunt a pack of werewolves who aren't bothering anybody, you are a poacher and will be shot as such.
And because of how vast the mystical world is, a ranger would have to be a functional 'do everything' professional. Ensuring local spirits are respected, monitoring sleeping dragons in the mountains to try and gauge when they'll wake up, and telling seafarers, "Look I'm sorry about your dad, but I can't let you just skin every mermaid you find in the hopes you'll someday get the one that drowned him."
Said ranger gets a reputation for being on the monsters side all the time for stopping the villagers from hunting the monsters after they took their loved ones.
"I'm sorry, but he ate from the fairies Bounty, I've told you guys not to do that. No don't go on a rampage of revenge, you'll die, upset the ecosystem, and achieve nothing"
Then an invasive monster species moves in like vampires or some shit, the villagers are terrified. And then the monster loving ranger shows up and takes them all out.
"They were invasive! Of course I took them out!"
I'm considering the idea of Rangers in urban fantasy. Not hunters, but someone whose job it is to ensure that the mystical ecosystem is stable. Like they wouldn't let a werewolf massacre a small town wholesale, but if you're going to the pyrenees to hunt a pack of werewolves who aren't bothering anybody, you are a poacher and will be shot as such.
And because of how vast the mystical world is, a ranger would have to be a functional 'do everything' professional. Ensuring local spirits are respected, monitoring sleeping dragons in the mountains to try and gauge when they'll wake up, and telling seafarers, "Look I'm sorry about your dad, but I can't let you just skin every mermaid you find in the hopes you'll someday get the one that drowned him."
The problem with your sci fi story is that it ignores the reality of human biology. You take a brother and sister and have them live mostly alone in a small ship, things are going to happen. They're in too close of quarters and with too little privacy. They're going to see each other in states of undress, like coming out of the shower, and the tension's going to start rising no matter what their relationship was before that.
Weird way to tell me you ogle your sister when she comes out of the shower, anon.
See, the problem isn't just that you think with your dick beyond all reason, you're also just wrong. Do you know what actually happens when you see someone naked often? You become accustomed to it. It stops being a thing that registers to you as unusual.
99% of the sexuality behind nudity is the fact that it is usually hidden away. And you still had to view the person in a sexual way for that even to work in the first place.
Lev and Kestri grew up this way. The ship they live in is actually bigger and has more personal space than the apartment they grew up in, and they don't have to share it with their mother. Everyone lives in these kind of close quarters. If you grow up on a station, and you have a sibling, you are sharing a room with them until you are 20 and assigned your own quarters.
The reality is that you wouldn't see your partner in a state of undress intermittently and develop sexual tension. You would see them in a state of undress constantly and it would be mundane.
If Kestri walks out of the shower naked, Lev's reaction is going to be "Kes, don't drip water everywhere, I just mopped!" and then he would continue on with whatever he's doing.
Because he's not a fucking creep like you are.
That's exactly what it is. These are the same people who think men and women can't be friends, or who think "urges" mean anything. They're obsessed with sex and their entire life revolves around it.
They have no willpower and self discipline. The reason they think sexual tension would develop on the ship is because they think that way about their own sisters and they assuage the guilt by assuming everyone does.
As a boobs guy myself, I know damn well that that's not "a natural thing for men" or whatever.
In a large part of history, women have walked around with uncovered breasts, and if you've seen some anthropology shows focusing on African tribes, you can see that they still do some places. And I promise you all the men aren't walking around with constant erection, that shit would get uncomfortable fast.
The fact that I am into boobies is as "unnatural" as someone into feet, or even the more uncommon parts to be into, like those into swollen knees.
The only reason boobs are considered natural is because it's normal by our society.
The problem with your sci fi story is that it ignores the reality of human biology. You take a brother and sister and have them live mostly alone in a small ship, things are going to happen. They're in too close of quarters and with too little privacy. They're going to see each other in states of undress, like coming out of the shower, and the tension's going to start rising no matter what their relationship was before that.
Weird way to tell me you ogle your sister when she comes out of the shower, anon.
See, the problem isn't just that you think with your dick beyond all reason, you're also just wrong. Do you know what actually happens when you see someone naked often? You become accustomed to it. It stops being a thing that registers to you as unusual.
99% of the sexuality behind nudity is the fact that it is usually hidden away. And you still had to view the person in a sexual way for that even to work in the first place.
Lev and Kestri grew up this way. The ship they live in is actually bigger and has more personal space than the apartment they grew up in, and they don't have to share it with their mother. Everyone lives in these kind of close quarters. If you grow up on a station, and you have a sibling, you are sharing a room with them until you are 20 and assigned your own quarters.
The reality is that you wouldn't see your partner in a state of undress intermittently and develop sexual tension. You would see them in a state of undress constantly and it would be mundane.
If Kestri walks out of the shower naked, Lev's reaction is going to be "Kes, don't drip water everywhere, I just mopped!" and then he would continue on with whatever he's doing.
Because he's not a fucking creep like you are.
That's exactly what it is. These are the same people who think men and women can't be friends, or who think "urges" mean anything. They're obsessed with sex and their entire life revolves around it.
They have no willpower and self discipline. The reason they think sexual tension would develop on the ship is because they think that way about their own sisters and they assuage the guilt by assuming everyone does.
New video's coming along great
I can already tell I'm going to love it.
New video's coming along great
Tattletale needs to be rolling her eyes at all possible times. It's important
She should get a headband with a vibrating motor in it, and attach googly eyes to them.
Accord: glad you could... What the FUCK! Is that on your head.
Tattletale: a medical headband
Accord: what the fuck!
Tattletale: doctor appointed.
Accord: no the fuck it isn't! That's not a thing!
Tattletale: I've gotten eyestrain from rolling my eyes too much. This will do it for me.
Tattletale needs to be rolling her eyes at all possible times. It's important
She should get a headband with a vibrating motor in it, and attach googly eyes to them.
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
#we would create an entire new astrology system about it#spoinglology
Grace, watching the eridian children develop a whole astrology-esque personality typing system based around what colour they are: oh god what have I done
a bussfeed style "What colour are you", based entirely on human color association wheels
And the kids take it
One takes it before they go to Grace's class, and get yellow, fully incorporating it into their identity. They meet Grace and finds out they are grey.
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
#we would create an entire new astrology system about it#spoinglology
Grace, watching the eridian children develop a whole astrology-esque personality typing system based around what colour they are: oh god what have I done
sigh. i miss everyone's ocs. can everyone update me on what their ocs are doing rn. or if you've made new ocs in my absence. thank you
"oh this must be for OP's close mutuals/followers" wronggggg. i'm nosy about everyone's ocs. so lets hear it !
sigh. i miss everyone's ocs. can everyone update me on what their ocs are doing rn. or if you've made new ocs in my absence. thank you
"oh this must be for OP's close mutuals/followers" wronggggg. i'm nosy about everyone's ocs. so lets hear it !
Peter Parker wearing his first suit hoodie, which has puffy paint webs and spider symbol on it. He's at a cafe, eyebags that look like teabags taped to his face and drinking a straight up afront to god. A guy walks past, stops, and points.
Peter is barely awake.
"Yo, where'd you get the merch?"
Peters eyes are barely open when he looks at him. He won't remember what he looks like the next day either.
"huh?"
"The Spidey merch. Where'd you get it?"
Peter looked down at himself, somewhat baffled, and squints at him.
"I...made it?"
"Deadass? I've got thirty bucks, could you make me one?"
The materials plus Peters time outside of classes and Spider-Man...he should get a sandwich out of it at least.
"Thirty-five?" He negotiates weakly. The man doesn't even blink.
"You got it." And takes out cash then and there. Peter stares at it, exchanges info, and gets the hoodie done in a weak between surviving and saving everyone else.
The guy is some sort of influencer. He shows it off on his story. People are going crazy. He texts Peter with a screenshot.
"Can I give them your info?"
Over a hundred people already want his hoodie.
His hoodie.
$35 per person, and so many out the gate?
Superhero-ing might pay after all.
Peter accepts.
This is how Peter is able to pay for his own meals, not completely rely on JJJ for his income.
