I’m going to write a post-Frontiers where Sonic stays with Vanilla (and Gemerl). With Cream being on an adventure with Amy, Vanilla will be focusing all her maternal instincts on Sonic, and slowly but surely, it’s going to wear him down
So, one long chapter or should it be divided by “game” (specific trauma)?
I’m sorry that this is isn’t a terror confession but I find that andrew scott severance guy SO FUCKING UNATTRACTIVE and I’m tired of seeing everyone thirst over him he is the most mid-ass man ever I hate his dumb face and stupid expressions and fuckass haircut and I have no one else to tell this to. I come to you, coldboysconfessions, as a humble terror fandom parishioner, seeking spiritual sanctuary from the confessional booth of your blog in the dead of night. I fucking HATE that boring ass white man god damn
Um. That's... OK yeah sure why not. As a treat. But please, this blog requires a healthy diet of terror confessions!!
A lot of the Readers tend to be more the quiet, kind or energetic types, so I wonder how the Links would react to a more confrontational Reader, especially a human one who knows how to argue decently too. People are rude and they ask the Links how to leave bad reviews on people, or they just roast anyone who bothers them with things like "close your eyes, imagine yourself as a better person, then open them and weep at what could have been." People aren't arguing right and Reader calls them out "You're attacking me, not my argument, because you don't have a rebuttal!", "You're just repeating yourself because you have no other points!" and refuse to stop forcing people to explain themselves. Just someone with more "fight me right now, you said you'd die on this hill, time to do it" energy. It would probably cause a lot of problems in the group with infighting, but they're not even wrong most of the time.
I wish I had that kind of energy. Just, if you've got a problem with something at least articulate it better. Or stay in your lane.
I'm not a very confrontational person by nature. And I'm sure that shows in my writing. ^.^*
"You're just repeating yourself because you have no other points!"
Literally met people like this. Have one in my family. So frustrating.
Keptolo, Mushrooms, and Essek Thelyss’ Polyamory Panic
Let’s talk about Keptolo, consort of Lolth and the drow god of hedonism and male fertility. He is representative of the “ideal upper-class male drow,” and exemplifies “flattery, intoxication, rumor, and opportunism.”
And his symbol… is a mushroom. 🍄😏
Okay, amusing for obvious reasons, but bringing this over to Exandria I was reminded of the fact that mushrooms are a staple crop in the Dynasty, present in many of their dishes. This led to a conversation on a much beloved discord server about whether whole mushrooms would be a food with a sexual connotation, much in the same way some people still consider oysters an aphrodisiac. Perhaps they grind mushrooms into a powder for more versatile use, like with chaga powder, or they just chop them up so that the shape isn’t really noticeable.
And then it occurred to me: the Mighty Nein wouldn’t know any of that.
And Caduceus feeds them a lot of mushrooms.
What must poor Essek think when this pack weirdos of invites him over, asks him increasingly personal questions, asks if he thinks any of them are attractive, and invites him to get naked in a hot tub with them, and provides a dinner of deliciously grilled whole mushrooms?
…anyway the Essek-tells-Verin-he-thinks-the-Nein-are-all-propositioning-him fic is 2k words so far.
"How do I know you?" he asks her in a near-whisper, willing himself to not trace the smooth, elegant lines of her neck with his fingers. He remembers the alluring heat of her skin from that night. He remembers how he knew exactly where and how to touch her to elicit a breathy moan from that slender throat—a lustful, musical sound he had somehow both known and utterly forgotten. They are standing too close now, too near the precipice and the tunnel of the storm, and if he leans forward just slightly, he might just kiss her. He might just damn them both.
snippet from chapter 4 of the silhouette of a single memory, “szymborska. from a rendezvous to a letter”, in which reincarnation is a bitch and should come with a manual
I wonder how many pointless c!techno critical posts wouldn’t exist if people actually bothered to watch his POV and listen to him Directly speaking into the camera about his ideals and why he does what he does. I truly wonder.
Rohan was a solid statue above you, his green painted claws digging into the covers at either side of your shoulders, face buried in your neck.
“May I?” the vampire whispers against your jaw, saliva already dampening your skin. Even before you could properly answer - to flustered by the sudden assault - he nuzzles kisses against the softness of your throat, gliding up along your jaw to brush across your lips, fangs barely grazing.
Your body trembles against him - some old primal instinct wailing at you to scramble and scratch your way away from him, even as your arms pull him closer. “S-seems kind of silly,” you whisper back, shakily burying your fingers into the vampire’s soft, dark hair, “to let a predator so close to my throat."
Rohan hums, the sound almost mocking in his usual, lofty way. When you don't respond immediately, he rasps, purposfully speaking against your jugular, "And why's that?"
Your muscles quiver against his teeth - teeth that don't quite puncture, sinking in just enough to dent. "Y-you might bite."
“Oh." Pulling back, Rohan smiles - a perfectly wicked kind of smile - and nudges a sweet kiss to your lips, laughing that breathy little laugh as your own stutters in your chest.
Leaning back down, he whispers softly, finally sinking his teeth in and pulling a shrill gasp from you;
“I promise you I will.”
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Uh? Please tell me if this is too close to being N*SFW for y'all, and I'll happily take it down.
Anyway, I hate Rohan Kishibe but I really liked this idea so I did it lmao
Cora has brought home a date, but her relationship with Mally might present some obstacles.
There’s no vore in this one? Just a cute fluffy story about monsters navigating romance and communication. So maybe that’s not why you came to this blog but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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“So, this is your girlfriend’s place?” Shenyen asked Cora, looking up at the high stone ceiling as the two of them descended deeper into the earth. It was a strange place for a gryphon to make her home. Still air. No view of the open sky. And the floor beneath his feet was strangely warm. Still, it was spacious, and who was he to judge? Cora was a sweet girl, and she still wanted to spend time with a carrion bird like him, so he wasn’t going to complain.
“Yep, Mally lets me live with her in here,” Cora responded, nervously preening one iridescent black wing. “Hey, um, th-thanks for being cool with all this, by the way. I know a lot of people find this sort of thing difficult so, uh, I really appreciate your willingness to give it a try.” Her beak split in a shy smile. She hoped he wouldn’t ask her any more questions about Mally. She may have . . . forgotten . . . to mention one key piece of information when telling Shenyen about her. She would tell him eventually, just . . . not on the first date.
“Of course, Cora,” he said, the dense feathers of his bearded vulture’s head softly rustling against her own as he nuzzled up against her. “This is all new to me. To be candid, I’m still dizzy from the shock of being asked out. That . . . doesn’t happen too often. But I don’t mind sharing in your affection with others. I can sense that you love deeply, and I have a feeling that the time you can give me will be more than enough.”
Cora squeaked with surprise and blushed deeply. “W-Well, open communication is the key to a healthy relationship like this, and communication is k-kinda your whole thing, so I think you’ll do great.” Shenyen was a medium and an oracle. When Cora considered his formidable ability to commune with the lingering spirits of the dead, and the lengths he went to in order to bring them peace, his humility really was his most impressive trait. She was just happy he seemed to like her too!
He nodded and purred contentedly. The two gryphons reached the main room of Mally’s lair, and Shenyen blinked at the pile of gold that dominated the room. “Ah, that is a great deal of treasure.”
“M-Mally’s a bit of a hoarder, sorry. . .” Cora ruffled her wings anxiously.
“That statue there is as big as you are, Cora. How did she get it down here?” He opened his great, broad wings and leapt closer, inspecting the collection curiously. Cora looked down guiltily and took a deep breath, fur bristling as she strove to hold it in, but just couldn’t anymore.
“Okay! Okay, there’s something I have to tell—”
She was interrupted by a long, earth-shaking yawn as several tons of sleepy dragon came into the room, stretched, and blinked sleepy eyes at Shenyen and Cora. “Hey.”
Shenyen leapt in front of Cora, claws bared and feathers fluffed up to make himself seem more imposing. “Cora, get back! I’ll distract her!”
“Oh, you certainly will, cutie. Congrats, Cora, this is quite a catch!” The dragon leaned down and inspected the gryphon, breathing in the scent of oil and incense from his well-groomed feathers. She exhaled a cloud of hot steam that made him cough and look away.
“U-Um, Mally.” Cora gulped. She felt absolutely rooted to the spot. “This is Shenyen. Shenyen, this is Mally. My girlfriend. ShenyenI’mSoSorryICanExplain—”
To his credit, Shenyen spoke calmly in spite of his furiously pounding heart. “Mally. My apologies. I wasn’t expecting you to be, well. . .”
“So far above you on the food chain?” the dragon offered.
“MALLY!”
“What? I didn’t mean anything by it!” She laughed heartily as Cora fumed at her. “She’s adorable when she’s angry, isn’t she? Sorry, Shenyen was it? I didn’t mean to give you such a fright.”
“It’s my fault,” Cora said, deflating. “I said all that stuff about open communication. . .”
“Hey, hey now. I was the one who assumed she was a gryphon too. And maybe you omitted some important information. . .” he watched her nod, yellow eyes downcast. “But I can understand how this would be hard to, uh, address.” He placed a talon gently on her shoulder.
“I was afraid I would scare you away if I told you too s-soon. . . And Mally wasn’t supposed to be home today.”
Cora glanced up at the dragon, who shrugged sheepishly and said, “Neyra had to cancel, sorry. Her work has been keeping her so busy lately. . .”
Shenyen sighed, relaxing a bit as he said, “Even so, you brought me back to her lair. With her treasure hoard. And then there’s these.” He pinched up a green, shed scale from the cave floor. “I would have found out eventually. You are a terrible liar.” He chuckled. “Another reason to like you. And I’m not running off, am I?”
Cora sniffled. “It’s really okay? You don’t think I’m crazy?”
“I mean, I have questions. But . . . yes. It’s okay. And love is love. Do you know how many people I meet who didn’t pursue a love that they were told was wrong for them? They always, always regret it. I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re strong. Besides, in my line of work, I’ve never once heard the name Mally, and that’s a pretty good sign on its own.”
“He talks to dead people,” Cora proudly asided to Mally.
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, I don’t make those. I’m strictly catch and release.”
Shenyen let his claw fall from Cora’s shoulder as he laughed again. “Oh, Cora, you really are full of surprises. . . Oh!” He blinked in surprise as Mally’s enormous leathery wings enfolded both him and Cora and pushed them closer together. The dragon kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head warmly and then stood, stepping over the two of them as she left, looking back over her shoulder and giving Cora an encouraging wink as she left the two of them to their date. She had a good feeling about that one.
