See You Can Tell I Need To Get My Computer To Let Me In. So I Can Play The DND Game Because Ive Gone

See you can tell I need to get my computer to let me in. So I can play the DND game because I’ve gone from Tav X Astarion to Bloodweave to a secret third thing where you combine it all together into a love pyramid and no one else has thought of this which means those people are having fun in the game and don’t have the time to crossbreed pairings.

I just got a “meet single women” ad in my inbox and I’m like bro I am a single woman and if the fact my vore fetish is a metaphor for my fear of intimacy didn’t give it away: I’d like to keep it that way.

I don’t usually like Observer scenarios cause I’m a pretty private person and I rather like the immense possessiveness and intimacy in vore. But if it’s to hammer into the head of a prey character what a pred character wants to do to them. I can be flexible. Plus I don’t really like making prey characters that are alright with watching someone else get eaten and digested, unwittingly turned on? Sure. Actively okay with what’s happening? Not so much. Kinda like how deliberately cruel Preds are a turn off for me. Incidentally cruel Preds? Ones that can’t help but take pleasure in the thrill of the hunt or the subjugation of another due to innate instincts? Those I’m fine with but Preds that don’t care about their prey are kinda a turn off. The sort of pred that would lovingly and dissonantly reassure their prey that they’re alright even as the prey can feel themselves dying. Is more my thing than the pred that delights in the fact their prey is suffering. I like tragedy and angst but I don’t really like when that tragedy and angst are linked to apathy or just someone being an asshole to someone else for its own sake. I like Preds who are doing their best to make sure their prey enjoys being eaten even if the Pred is delusional in thinking that the prey would ever be able to enjoy what’s happening to them. Similarly I like Prey that are conflicted about how it feels to be eaten. Like they don’t necessarily want to die but a primal part of them is attracted to their own death. Or maybe just this particular death at the jaws of this particular pred. Because vore is kind of a metaphor for a fear of intimacy when I write it. I feel like both parties should find it intimate even if they also can’t truly control it or handle it healthily. I also like yearning and longing. On both sides. This should be obvious from the fact that a lot of the longer things I’ve written focus on the anticipation of being devoured rather than the devouring itself. I think it can be pretty hard for be to write digestion scenes I’m happy with but scenes of the Pred longing to devour the Prey? I think I’m pretty good at that.

I’ve discovered Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3! But I can’t play Baldur’s Gate 3 because Microsoft still refuses to accept my login password, even though it’s the same login I’ve always had and I’ve never fucking changed it. Why are all the best RPGs on PC? And why is my PC being a little fucking bitch?

In todays episode of Jess can’t play the PC games she wants to because Microsoft is the most user unfriendly company on the planet: We tried to fix the problem, we discovered more problems, all the problems seem to be Microsoft’s fault. I’m not surprised just disappointed.

Warning: Angsty and somewhat suicide adjacent.

Ida thinks about disappearing down Bastion’s throat, of being trapped within the predatory Fae’s stomach. Of vanishing completely from the outside world and Bastion being the only one who knows her fate. A part of her wants it. Wants to reward this monster for pretending to be a person. For making her feel less lonely, for letting her pretend to be a person even though she doesn’t at all feel like one. Another part wants to see Bastion with the mask completely off. Wants to know fully the deadly creature she’s been treating as tame. Even if it kills her. Another part of her feels guilty for feeling this way. She’s ostensibly a person after all, even if she rarely feels like one. A person shouldn’t want to throw their life away so easily. A person shouldn’t need a monster’s company to feel whole. A person shouldn’t find comfort in deadly things just because they are honest about being deadly. A person should feel safe in the company of other people. She mustn’t succumb to temptation, after all even if she doesn’t feel like a person, she’s still supposed to be one.