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jscwrites · 11 months

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Please Follow this Backup Blog for Vendetta-IF

Hey guys, it's jsc, the author of Vendetta. I'm making this blog to backup all of the stuff I've posted over on the vendetta-if blog because I can't access my main account. Until I can access my account again, this will be the blog I'll use to interact with all of you and post updates. And in the worst case scenario, this will become the main blog.

So, please, follow this blog as I will be posting updates and answering asks like usual here. Also, for those who want to share their fanarts and other fanworks, please tag this blog too so I can see it. I'll also start reblogging some posts and asks from the Vendetta blog here in hopes of preserving them as much as I can. So, be prepared for a little blast from the past as we walk down the nostalgia road, I suppose.

I'm really sad because just earlier today, I checked my followers count and saw that we were 30 followers away from reaching 4K Followers in the main Vendetta blog, and I was thinking about what to do to celebrate it. Plus, there are also so many awesome fanarts and asks that I don't want to just be gone, which is why I'm making this blog to reblog all of them.

For those who are new and wondering what my story is all about, please check out the intro post I've reblogged. I might need to make another intro post in the future if I never get access back to my account, but for now, I hope it'll suffice.

IMPORTANT LINKS

[ORIGINAL INTRO POST]

[VENDETTA BLOG ARCHIVE]

[DEMO | Latest Chapter: 6 Part 1 | 272.8K words total]

[FORUM]

[PATREON] | [KO-FI]

[DISCORD]

CHARACTER RELATED MASTERPOSTS:

[CHARACTERS LIST]

[ARTBREEDER PORTRAITS] [ROs] [Other Pt. 1] [Viktor] [Other Pt. 2]

[CHARACTER PLAYLIST]

ADDITIONAL LINKS

[PUBLIC SIDE STORIES LIST]

[AO3 WRITTEN FANWORK] -> Currently 3 works

For those who are interested in what happened, I'll tell the details under the cut.

So, a few hours ago, I decided to open my iOS Tumblr app to check on notifications and stuff, as I usually do. But instead, I got hit with the Tumblr error messages over and over as it keeps trying to load in.

At first, I just thought it was my cellphone Internet connection, so I tried logging in on the desktop. At first, after I input all of my login credentials, the page loaded, but it brought me to the viewing page of my Vendetta blog as a non-user. I tried again, and this time, it said that my account got terminated. I never got any email from Tumblr about this, and it came as a shock because I just used my Tumblr earlier today to reblog some fanarts with no problem and I have never really used my account for other non-IF related stuff.

So, I scrambled to ask my members in Discord whether my Vendetta blog is still up, and thankfully it still is. But, my main account is somehow gone. The problem is, my Vendetta blog is actually a sideblog to my main account, jsclarissa.

As you can see here, when I tried searching for my main account, it says "Ghost blog! This blog does not exist." despite me having used that account to respond to comments and send asks to other authors before.

I have sent a support ticket to Tumblr support and also tweeted them on Twitter. I really hope they can give me my account back as I'm pretty sure this is some kind of technical issues on their end. I'm just worried about how long it would take them to respond and of course, the worst case scenario that it actually got terminated, so, I'm making this account.

Even if I got my account back, I'll still reblog stuff from the main blog here and maybe I can finally have a more personal blog where I can talk about stuff that is not really related to Vendetta.

#intro post #important announcement #writing update #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #interactive games #cyoa #cyoa game #choice of games #hosted games

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jscwrites · 11 months

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Ros, reaction if they saw a hickey on the mc ( crush stage)

Ash

They freeze in place, every other thought processes in their head stop as they focus on the marks on MC’s neck. Those… Those are not what they think they are, right?

…Who are they kidding? With the realization and acceptance, comes the wave of nausea. They feel sick and they’re having a hard time breathing, as if they’ve been punched in the stomach.

As a pyrokinetic, they have never really felt the effects of extreme temperatures, but right now they feel hot and cold inside at the same time—at least this must be how it feels for other people. They’re burning from rage and jealousy, the fire only slightly doused by the heartbreak and regret.

MC greets them with a beautiful smile and they try to put on a smile, but even they can feel it twists into a grimace instead. MC frowns in concern and they already know they’re going to ask them what’s wrong. But before that can happen, they quickly excuse themself and stride away as fast they can.

You’re such a coward, Ash. You run away from your problem once again…

Rin

As soon as their perceptive eyes notice the marks, they feel such a strong mix of emotions that they’ve never really felt before. They manage to keep their composure on the outside but barely.

Jealousy, disappointment, bitterness, betrayal, heartbreak, all run rampant in them, making them feel sick. They don’t like this and their current attempts to squash down these pesky feelings fail.

They should’ve known not to naïvely open their heart to anyone that quick, even someone they’ve known for a long time like MC. You’re really sure that something was budding between you and MC. Seems like you’re wrong.

They still can’t decide on whether to try confront MC about the marks calmly or to give MC the cold shoulder until MC asks them what’s wrong.

Santana

They feel crushed and disappointed. There’s no other way to put it. Of course, MC was not serious. They could’ve had anyone in this city that they want, why choose an insignificant, overworked detective in the ECPD.

They don’t hold it against MC, though. Them and MC were not even formally dating. Just a series of flirtations here and there, nothing serious, but enough to get their hopes up. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

Skylar

They try not to show it outside, still grinning and keeping up the unbothered experience. But there’s no lying, it stings. They feel a bit jealous and disappointed and kinda hurt.

Does MC lose interest in them? Maybe all the flirtations were nothing but non-serious teasings and they’re just misreading MC’s actions? They kinda doubt that.

But not all hopes are lost. Honestly, they kinda understand if MC was just hooking up with someone. They don’t really have any right to stop MC from doing that considering they’re not officially a couple yet. Maybe MC is still interested in having a more serious relationship with them?

For their sanity, it’s better to get the clear cut answer with MC now. If there’s really nothing between them, then they can still be friends and get on with their lives. But if there’s something indeed, then they won’t give up on MC that easily.

Sauntering over to where MC is standing, they steel themself to ask MC frankly. It might be a good idea to frame the question lightheartedly as well, despite what they’re feeling inside.

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jscwrites · 11 months

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Nah that was so mean... do it again😈 In all seriousness tho, how would ash and rin would react/feel if the one who gives mc the hickey is the other? Would that makes them slightly more relieved? Or would it makes them even more conflicted? Or maybe something else?

For those who haven’t seen the hickey saga, click here and here 😉

Well, this might be the last questions relating to the infamous hickey ask I’ll answer for now. This is assuming the poly has not come into their minds yet 😈

Ash

Ash sees them entering the room together. MC is ducking their head sheepishly while Rin is walking beside them, a shit-eating smirk, pointing at MC’s neck.

Huh, what’s wrong with MC’s throat? They squint their eyes and finally see it. Marks. Ash’s heart sinks and it feels as if the floor has been pulled beneath their feet. They don’t even need to ask to know what marks those are.

Rin is laughing—a rarity—at something MC says, and MC’s face turns even redder. Suddenly, it feels hard to breathe and Ash only has one thing in their mind: They have to get away from here.

Quickly, they duck out of the room before MC or Rin can catch a glimpse of them. Their mind is racing a thousand miles a minute and their heart is pumping hard from the stress. They feel sick.

They’ve had suspicions that Rin has feelings for MC ever since they were all kids. Rin smiles too much around MC. But they never thought that they and MC would… would really get together… before Ash can even confess their feelings to MC as well.

Ash should’ve shot their shot. What if MC had feelings for them too? Then… that means it’s Ash’s fault for not trying to confess earlier.

Aargh! Stupid, stupid, Ash! Now, it’s too late! You’ve fucked up your chances and you have no one to blame but yourself!

But at least… at the very least… it’s Rin, right? Rin is smart and the marriage with MC would mean a tighter alliance and better future for both the Morozov and the Aikawa. It’s just… perfect, like it’s meant to be.

MC seems happy too and that’s all that matters to Ash. But they can’t deny, it still hurts. A lot. And they’re not sure how long it would take for them to fully recover from this—if it’s even possible.

Rin

Rin hears the commotion first and as they turn from looking out the panoramic window at the cityscape beyond, they see Ash and MC walking into the room.

MC is strutting in confidently while Ash trails beside them, a fabric in their hands and they seem to fuss over MC, trying to get them to wear the scarf, face tomato red.

Huh, what are those two up to again? They squint their eyes and they finally notice it. Love bites. On MC’s throat. Oh…

Their heart clenches painfully in their chest and they feel cold all over. Fuck… It’s not really a feeling they’ve felt so acutely before. Heartbreak. Jealousy. They are aware of them, of course, but they had been lucky enough to have never experienced them before this.

But now that they feel it for the first time, they kinda wish they never fell in love at all. Rin knows deep inside that their feelings for MC just kept growing despite their best efforts to bury it deep down—a small secret act of rebellion against his father.

Maybe they shouldn’t have done that. Maybe they shouldn’t have played hard-to-get for so long. Maybe they should have shown clearer interest in MC. Maybe… Maybe they should’ve known that MC and Ash would’ve gotten together eventually. It doesn’t take a precog to predict that.

They’ve seen Ash’s crush on MC ever since they were all kids. It’s a miracle it takes this long for them to get together—all those times, wasted opportunity. Rin couldn’t even truly be mad at Ash for this outcome. Sometimes, you wonder whether Ash would be willing to share…

Ash and MC are approaching them, taking their mind off the bitter thoughts, but the turmoil is still there roiling inside their head. For a second, they consider just turning around and walking away, but decide to try act casual instead.

It’s hard when your heart is breaking and you feel sick to your stomach from self-hatred over the irreversible mistakes they’ve made. But they steel themself, clenching their fists and taking in a shaky breath. I can do this, they think as they plaster on a little smirk on their face that feels too similar to a grimace.

#asks #anon ask #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #cyoa #cyoa game #choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story

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jscwrites · 11 months

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Okay... Every. Single. Time. I see the hickey ask on an IF blog I follow, I feel the NEED to post this follow up:

What if very shortly after that, the ROs catch / hear the MC asking someone (or even if the MC asks THEM, depending on the context) if they have something to soothe mild allergic reactions to mosquito bites, because they got one on their neck.

So basically, how would they react when faced to the reveal it wasn't a hickey at all but a dumb mosquito bite!

Here goes out to all of you hickey anons and non-anons 🤭❤️ Also, the link to the infamous hickey ask is here for those who haven’t read it!

Ash

“Wait, wait, Ash!” They hear MC calls out to them and they stop in place. Oh, how they just want to bolt away from this nightmare, but maybe this is also a chance to just face it head-on.

“Ash, what’s wrong?” MC asks as Ash turns around to face them. Ash doesn’t really know what kind of face they’re wearing right now.

“Who was it, MC?” They ask, voice hoarse.

“Who, what?” MC asks in genuine confusion, which just irritates Ash even more.

“The one—The one who gave you… those marks!” They gesture at MC’s neck.

MC’s eyes widen. “What?! No! Nobody gave me these marks. These are goddamn mosquito bites,” MC explains as they scratch their neck. “I swear once I get my hands on those bastards…” They mutter under their breath.

Ash just stands there dumbfounded. “M—Mosquitoes?” Those are not… They glance down and just notice MC is holding a can of bug spray. Oh… Oh no… How could you think the worst of MC, Ash?

“Yeah, pesky bastards. Don’t tell me you didn’t have any in your room last night?” MC says, scanning Ash up and down for a second before concluding, “Oh, you didn’t, don’t you?”

“N—No,” Ash replies truthfully.

“Motherfuckers probably thought your blood is too hot to drink or something,” MC mumbles irritatedly. “Well, I’m gonna spray the whole penthouse now, if you don’t mind.” MC raises the can in their hand like a weapon.

“Uh… Yeah, please do that,” Ash says stupidly. “And, uh… Just forgot what I said earlier…” A surge of relief washes through their whole body, but it soon gets tainted by embarrassment.

“Aww, were you jealous?” MC smirks teasingly.

“Uh—Um…” Ash stammers. “I—I gotta go! See you later, MC!” They splutter in panic before bolting away for real this time.

Oh my God, MC is not gonna let them live this down, won’t they…

Rin

Rin decides not to embarrass themself further and chooses to just ignore MC, pretending not to see or notice them entering the room. They’re not going to lower themself to ask MC about the marks.

Honestly, they’d rather MC leave them alone for now. But of course, the opposite of what they want always happen. They groan inwardly as they see MC walking over to where they’re standing from the corner of their eye.

They steel themself for an unwanted conversation. They’re good at that.

“Hey, Rin,” MC greets them and they just grunt softly in reply. MC doesn’t even notice their curt reply, seemingly distracted by something else.

Oh, I bet their mind is still filled by whatever happened last night…

“Uh, this might be a weird question,” MC begins sheepishly as Rin just keeps staring at them unamusedly. “But, do you know any kind of salve or medicine that can help with these mosquito bites?” They ask, scratching at the marks on their neck.

Rin blinks. There’s no way that excuse would work on them. “Really?” They reply skeptically as they gesture at MC’s neck. “You’re bitten by mosquitoes in your penthouse?”

“I know right? I don’t even know how they managed to get in considering my penthouse is like… at the top floor of a skyscraper,” MC agrees, missing the point Rin is insinuating. “Probably through the elevator or the air vent or something. Anyway, Uncle Luka said he’ll personally get a professional pest extermination service to deal with that.”

Well, Rin did catch their father talking with Luka on the phone about choices of professional pest extermination services available in the city. For some reason, Luka asked their dad as if he knows anything more about it than Luka does. Maybe MC is telling the truth and it’s their paranoia and distrust running rampant once again…

Rin uncrosses their arms—when did they even cross them in the first place? “Uh… Tiger balm works wonder for bug bites,” Rin advises.

“Tiger balm, huh?” MC repeats. “Alright, I’ll just go get it at the nearest drug store. Be right back,” they say before swiftly making their way to the elevator.

Meanwhile Rin is left standing there, still processing what has just happened in the span of a few minutes.

Santana

“Hey, Santana!” MC greets them as they walk over to where Santana is standing.

Santana is already cringing inside at the potential awkwardness of the conversation. They’ll still try their best to try talk normally with MC, but it’s kinda hard with the hickeys still heavy in their mind.

“Um… Hi, MC,” they greet back cordially.

“So, how was your night? Had enough sleep?” MC asks them.

“Well, like usual,” they answer distractedly. “How about you? Seems like you had a wild night…” They gesture at the general direction of MC’s neck.

Oh my God, Santana! What the heck are you doing? Asking about the thing you wanted to avoid talking in the first place?! You idiot!

“Oh, you won’t believe this,” MC begins enthusiastically. “So, I was sleeping pretty soundly for like half the night, before my neck started to feel really itchy. I kept getting dragged out of sleep as I scratched at it. Woke up the next morning, and lo and behold, I just got frickin bitten by the most vicious mosquitoes of Elysium City,” they complain, tilting their head a bit to show them of the “hickeys” which turn out to be mosquito bites.

“Huh?” Santana remarks intelligently as they stare at the marks. Okay, now that they can see them better and closer, they do seem like bug bites instead of hickeys.

“I know right?” MC agrees, with… what? Santana is not sure because their mind is blank right now. “Don’t ask me how the mosquitoes managed to break into my penthouse, which, mind you, is located at the top of a skyscraper.”

“That… That is indeed weird,” Santana replies, chuckling in a mix of amusement and relief. It seems like their fear is unfounded after all.

MC continues their rant about the pesky mosquitoes and their plan on eradicating them from their penthouse. Santana just smiles softly as they listen to every word.

Skylar

Skylar quickly makes their way to MC before anyone else manage to make a conversation with them. MC stops in their track as they notice Skylar approaching.

“Hey, MC!” Skylar greets in faux-cheeriness.

“Oh, hey, Skylar,” MC greets back. “What’s up?”

“Well, I should be the one asking you that,” Skylar says, the grin on their face feels very strained but they hope it won’t show and that it still looks charming on the surface. “Who’s the lucky person?” They ask straight to the point, gesturing at the general area of MC’s neck.

“Certainly not me,” MC groans as they rub at their neck. “Just had one of the worst nights of the month.”

“Oh?” Skylar prompts, hopefulness crammed into that one single sound.

Inside, they’re gleeful though. It seems like whoever MC was sleeping with last night must’ve sucked balls—no possible pun intended. Well, this is their time to shine! Skylar would be more than happy to show MC how it’s really done!

“Yeah! I kept waking up at the middle of the night because these annoying mosquito bites were so damn itchy!” MC complains, scratching at their neck again.

Skylar nods before stopping. Wait, what? Mosquito bites? “What?” They ask, dumbfounded. The marks… they’re not…

MC doesn’t seem to notice Skylar’s confusion as they continue ranting, “I don’t even know how they managed to get in! My penthouse is located at the top of a fricking skyscraper!”

A sense of relief floods through Skylar, and their strained grin has shifted into a mischievous one. “Well, I know of a remedy to help with the bites.”

“Wait, really?” MC looks at them curiously. “What’s that?”

“I heard kisses can work wonder.” Skylar winks before pursing their lips and making kissy noises. “I’m always available to help, you know. Just give me a call whenever you’re ready.”

Skylar can practically see the blood surging up to MC’s cheeks. “Y—You—” they stammer. “You idiot! T—That’s not real! If you’re not going to help, then I’ll go to buy some real medicine for these bites instead!” MC harrumphs adorably, turning away to walk to the elevator.

Aww, MC is soo cute! It makes Skylar feels warm and gooey inside as they chuckle to themself. “Well, my offer will always be open! Whether you have more bug bites in the future or not!” They call out to MC’s receding back.

MC doesn’t even turn and just flips them the middle finger instead before stepping inside the elevator. Oh, they love MC.

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jscwrites · 11 months

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Not me thinkin MC making a nest of Ash clothes and sleeping there while Ash has been a way for weeks or months :D come on author. Give your best shot, I want to see how will his reaction in this one *smirk, laugh maniacally while hiding in shadow* Ps. sorry for english :D I'll wait here in the corner crying until you answer this. Thank you.

🤭 For the Ash reaction to MC wearing only their jacket on the bed, click here 😏

I gotta say, this ask tho is actually more fluffy to me than horny 🥺 I swear, when Ash comes back from a mission that took like weeks or months or even simply days, their first order of business is to go to MC; Uncle Luka can wait a little bit longer for the mission debrief. They just miss MC so much 😭

Here’s a little drabble below the cut (this is assuming MC and Ash are already deep into their relationship and have been together for quite some time).

You sigh wearily as you step into the penthouse, pulling a little travelling suitcase behind you. After making sure the entrance door is securely locked again, you move to get out of your boots and leather jacket, hanging it at the jacket rack to your right.

It’s pretty late and you’re pretty sure that MC might already be asleep. Making sure to make as little noise as possible, you trudge through the living room and make your way toward the master bedroom that you’re sharing with MC.

A soft click rings out as you open the bedroom door and step in, leaving the suitcase by the door to unpack tomorrow. Your eyelids feel so heavy and you’re just ready to get on the bed and—

The sight of MC sleeping on the middle of the king-sized bed surrounded by a bunch of your clothes makes you stop in your track. It’s… It’s so adorable. You feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutters.

You walk closer to the bed and for a second, you’re just tempted to just dive right beside MC, but that might startle them and you don’t wanna do that. So, instead, you sit on the edge of the bed and nudge MC gently. “MC…? MC…? Wake up…” you whisper.

“Mhm?” They turn slightly, cracking one eye open. When they notice that it’s you, they immediately sit up, almost butting into your forehead. “Ash! You’re back!” They exclaim before immediately pouncing on you and hugging you. “I miss you so much…” they say, voice muffled on your shoulder.

You hug them back tight. “I miss you too, MC,” you sigh in content, the two of you pulling back a bit. “I can see that you’ve made yourself some kind of… nest.” You gesture at the pile of your clothes on the bed, chuckling fondly.

MC smiles bashfully, rubbing the back of their head in embarrassment. “Sorry… Hope you don’t mind.”

“O—Of course not!” you quickly reassure them. “I think it’s adorable… Maybe I can also bring one of your clothes to sleep with whenever I have to go for a few days or more…”

“That’s perfect!” MC beams. “But now that you’re here, maybe I should put these clothes aside a bit to make some space.” They reach out to gather your clothes and push them to the other side of the bed before patting on the space beside them, inviting you in.

You do so gladly, lying on the soft mattress. Almost immediately, you feel your muscles relax as the day’s weariness melts away. MC lays their head onto your chest and you bring your arm around them protectively.

“Goodnight, Ash,” MC mumbles sleepily.

“Goodnight, MC,” you reply, voice equally sleepy as you shut your eyes. The last thought in your head before the blissful sleep overtakes you is how lucky you are to have MC.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #vendetta if #drabble #ro: ash #char: mc #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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jscwrites · 11 months

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How did Viktor react to mc’s first words? I feel like dude would’ve been so excited

Viktor is sitting on the floor, the plush and bright-colored rug separating him from the hard wooden surface. His little precious baby is also sitting in front of him.

A colorful book with cartoonish pictures is splayed open in front of the two of them. It’s a simple children vocabulary book that Cara handed down to him now that Ash doesn’t need it anymore.

The parenting guidebook he read says that just constantly talking to your baby and spending some time everyday reading out children book for them will really help them in developing their cognitive development. So, that’s what he’s been doing religiously for months now ever since his precious Sasha was born.

He doesn’t know whether it’s just him, but speaking to his baby, even if they might not understand him and just respond by babbling, actually feels kinda therapeutic for him. He’ll never get tired of hearing those adorable babbles; it always makes his day slightly better.

His musings are cut off by the very same babble. Sasha claps their chubby hands excitedly as they see the picture of cats and kittens on the book. Viktor smiles before turning the page after making sure Sasha already has their fill of the cats and kittens pictures.

The next page is “D” for the word “Daddy”. So, Viktor reads it out to Sasha, repeating it a few times and pronouncing it slowly and clearly. Sasha looks at the pictures of dads and their children intently, their face serious.

Furrowing his brows in concern, he asks, “Um… Sasha? Are you okay, baby?”

“Da…” Sasha says quietly.

Viktor bends down even lower and leans in to listen more clearly. “What’s that? Are you hungry?”

“Da-da!” Sasha exclaims excitedly, turning to face him with a bright smile on their face. “Da-da!” they giggle again, pointing in Viktor’s direction.

Viktor sits there, blinking as he is stunned. And then it dawns on him that it’s his baby’s first word! He beams and his heart is soaring with joy and other strong emotions. He feels his eyes tear up a bit.

In a fell swoop, he takes little Sasha in his arms and hugs them, rubbing his face affectionately to their little one. Sasha squeals and giggles and squirms in his hold.

Oh my God! He should commemorate this moment. Still holding Sasha, he stands up and rushes to his office, marking the calendar and then grabbing his camera and his cellphone.

He returns to Sasha’s room, sets them down on the rug beside the book, and then crouches down to take some pictures. He’ll make sure to print one out to put into the photo album, marking today’s date and what it commemorates.

Flopping down onto the rug beside Sasha, he flips open his cellphone and calls Cara. Sasha grabs the open book and crawls on top of his lap before settling down and starts to turn the pages themself.

After a few beeps, Cara finally answers, “Hiya Viktor. What’s up?”

“Oh my God, Cara!” He can’t contain the excitement in his voice.

But it seems Cara misinterprets it. “What happened?” she asks urgently.

“It’s Sasha. They just said their very first word!”

Cara sighs in relief before chuckling, “Congrats! What did they say?”

“They said… They said, ‘Da-da’!” Viktor’s voice trembles a bit from the overwhelming emotions swelling inside of him.

“Aww! That’s soo cute! I think Ash’s was either ‘No’ or ‘Uh-oh’.”

Viktor barks out a laugh at that. “This is a special day! Tell you what, we’re having an impromptu dinner party at my apartment tonight if you and Luka are not busy. Bring Ash along too!”

“That sounds like a great idea! I’m free today and so does Luka, I think… Well, I’ll talk to him since I’m going to meet him anyway soon.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you guys tonight, then!” Viktor says before hanging up.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #char: viktor #char: mc #drabble #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #cyoa #hosted games #choice of games #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #interactive games

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jscwrites · 11 months

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Since my alter ego name is Fenrir and my guns are called Sköll and Hati, I have a very serious head canon that my MC believes they'll go to Valhalla once they die in battle.

How would the ROs and Luka/Grandpa/Takashi/Jackal react to the MC finally killing their nemesis with a fatal wound and their last words ends up being "I'll see my father at the gates of Valhalla"

Only three moods in this blog: Fluff, Horny, and Angst 😔 A few days ago, when I released the Halloween Interactive Side Story, it’s fluff time, yesterday’s ask is the horny time, and finally, it’s time for some angst with this ask 😆

I’ve answered a similar ask about MC dying in RO’s arms with short drabbles a long time ago, and for those who haven’t read it, please check it out here for an extra dose of angst 🥲

Ash

“Save me a place, MC… I’ll be seeing you and Uncle Viktor there soon,” they sob before wailing in anger and pain.

Rin

Tears blur their vision as they sob pathetically as sorrow and guilt rack through their body. “No, no. This is not supposed to happen. It shouldn’t have gone this way… Please, don’t go, MC. Don’t leave me…”

Santana

“It’s over, MC… You can finally be at peace. Please, tell your dad I said ‘hi’. And maybe one day, I’ll meet you there,” they choke through their tears as they smooth your hair out of your face.

Skylar

“No, no! Don’t go, yet. We’ll go there together one day, but not today, please… I can still save you,” they mutter over and over again as they carry you in their arms, flying over the city, desperately trying to reach the nearest hospital quick enough.

Luka

This must be another nightmare. He refuses to believe that this is happening. That he is going to lose another loved one. In his arms. Again.

But yet, the stickiness and warmth of his nephew’s/niece’s/nibling’s blood on his hands are very real. Taking them in his arms, he whispers hoarsely and urgently, “No, no, MC. Stay with me, please. Hang on just a little longer. I’ll save you. This time, I will save you…”

He closes his eyes and forces himself to focus on picturing his destination. Sterile white floor, the smell of the antiseptic, the click-clack of shoes on the linoleum floor and the faint beeping of machines, and the air of sombreness surrounding the waiting room.

He feels a pull and when he opens his eyes, he’s in the middle of the floor, still cradling his nephew/niece/nibling in his arms. A few shocked gasps and shrieks before the nurses quickly rush towards them. He should be relieved that it works, but he can’t ignore the growing pit in his stomach that says that he’s too late. That his nephew/niece/nibling is already gone and that he has failed. Again.

Is this what Hell is? To constantly relive your greatest pain and failure over and over again until you snap.

Jackal

He tried. God knows he tried to save Luka’s nephew/niece/nibling… But he can see that it’s too late; there’s nothing he can do even with his haemokinesis.

“You did good, kid. It’s done. You can rest easy now. And don’t worry about your uncle… I’ll make sure to take care of him, alright?” he whispers hoarsely, heart sinking as he sees the light leaves their eyes. He gently closes the eyelids, sighing as he braces himself to deliver the bad news to his boyfriend. It won’t be pretty. He can only hope that his support would be enough for Luka.

Grandpa

Death. Once again. A familiar face. A curse. A plague that plucks his family away from him one by one until it’s only the husk of what it once was. First, they came for his oldest son. Then, his wife. And now, even his grandchild is not spared from their cruel indifference.

Patting their head one last time, he whispers hoarsely, “You’ll be one of the greatest Einherjar that have ever graced the halls of Valhalla, my grandchild. Please, tell your father that I’m sorry and that I love him…”

Even though tears trail down his face, he can only feel the numb pain and bone-deep tiredness as he lose yet another family member. Still so young too… He would’ve gladly died in place of his grandchild. But Death is a sadist bastard.

He wonders how long it would be until his other—and only—son is taken from him? Until he’s the only one left wandering this earth all by himself. Is it then and only then that Death will finally show him some mercy and decide to take him too?

Pavel Ivanovich Morozov has never been a religious man, unlike his father before him. But if Hell is real, then surely, this will be it.

Takashi

Takashi’s heart sinks as he kneels down and grabs the young Morozov’s hand comfortingly. “It’s done, MC, you have avenged your father’s murder. I pray you find peace now. And if you meet your father, tell him… tell him that I said ‘hi’… You can rest now,” he says softly, words choked.

As he sees the light leaves those familiar eyes, he couldn’t help but feel that the last trace of Viktor has also left the world. He lets out a bitter laugh. He’s truly pathetic, isn’t he? He couldn’t even do anything to save the child of the man that he loved-and still does to this day.

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oh my~ just a simple and cliche question, how would the RO's react to a super charismatic MC ruthlessly flirting with someone in a bar while sitting next to them, unaware (or even better if they're doing it intentionally to make them jealous) EVEN better if they're still in the crushing / or full on relationship stage (your wish ;)) and have conflicting feelings about this whole thing. may or may end up in a make out session later (you can definitely finish it off at the 'and then they ended up on the bed' scene knowing that you're not comfortable with stuff like these :)) *imagines Luka just facepalming himself over the whole casanova MC ordeal while Jackal just guffaws unapologetically as the two of them watch them from afar in a not-so-secret car* *cackles along with Jackal* i have a feeling we can be besties about several 'things"...

I’ll assume that MC and the ROs are already in a relationship and that MC is doing this flirting in the spirit of lighthearted teasing for the ROs 😆 Oh, and also, the setting is in some exclusive or high-class lounge or something 😂

And don’t worry, I’m not that bothered with spicy stuff, and I’m already planning to start writing this month’s explicit spicy side story anyway, so maybe this will be a good warmup 😳

I’ll put the answers under the cut for suggestive content. Also the answers ended up being way longer than I first expected.

Ash

Ash has been gritting their teeth ever since you started striking a not-so-innocent conversation with the person beside you. Their jaws are sore from clenching them so hard and they have to take a deep swig of the drink in their hand to loosen the pressure.

They slam the bottle hard onto the counter as the drink burns down their throat, but they barely even notice, much less care, about it. They hear the person giggles bashfully at something you said to them.

Ash’s head snaps in the poor person’s direction and they glare down at them, lips pulled up slightly in half-sneer and half-snarl. The person’s smile falls for a second before returning back on their pretty face, but a lot strained.

You can’t help but smirk wider as you feel waves of heat coming off from behind you. You may not be able to see Ash’s expression, but you’ve spent almost your entire life with them and it’s really easy to picture their face right now.

You gotta admit that the person before you is brave enough to still even be standing here for ten minutes now. Most would’ve ran away in the first five minutes. You wonder how long until Ash decides that they’ve had enough.

Well, it seems you won’t have to wonder for long because Ash steps in between you and the person, staring them down for a few seconds before taking your hand in theirs and drag you away to somewhere more private and secluded.

Despite their prickly and abrasive demeanour, they are actually pretty soft and gentle and eager to please you in the bedroom most of the time. But sometimes… there are things that can trigger their more dominant side. And one of those is to act like a brat; it never fails to fire them up, no pun intended, of course.

Pinning you to the wall, they clash their mouth against yours hungrily and you can feel the rising heat of their body. The passionate make-out session lasts for what feels like forever and without giving you a moment of respite, Ash pulls your head back as their hot mouth trail down your jaws to the tender flesh of your neck and starts sucking hard and biting in several spots. They want everyone to know that you are theirs.

Rin

Rin stares at the mirrored wall in front of them impassively as they see you flirting with the person sitting beside you through the reflection. They hear the person giggle coyly at what you just whispered in their ears and they almost scoff out loud, but they hold it back and roll their eyes instead.

They bet it’s something you’ve said to all of the people you’ve flirted with before. They’re not really bothered though. The two of you have often played this game of testing patience and Rin is a very patient person.

Soon enough, you’re the one who grows bored of your own little game. Leaving the conversation, you turn to face them instead, eyebrow cocked in amusement at Rin’s calm demeanour.

And why would they not be calm? They know that they already win, like always; they don’t even need to use their precognition to foresee that. “What?” They ask you, sending you a nonplussed stare.

“Wanna do something naughty? They have a private VIP room upstairs.” You grin charmingly, leaning back on your elbows against the counter and sipping on your drink.

“No,” they say firmly before leaning close to you, whispering, “You’ve been very naughty tonight.” You feel a shiver runs down your spine and growing heat pooling down there.

That doesn’t seem to escape their notice—not a lot of things do—and they smirk. You feel their hand settling on your thigh, fingers lightly tracing and rubbing. You turn to their direction and step closer.

Their smirk grows sharper as their hand trails upwards, higher and your excitement grows, but then it stops just before it reaches where you want it to be. “Let’s get out of here, please,” you whine quietly.

“Nope. I’m still not done drinking,” Rin says before sipping on their drink again. But they move their hand to your torso area and starts their torturous teasing again; you can’t help but take in a sharp breath.

This is just the beginning of your punishment, of course. Once the two of you get home, they’ll have you begging for sweet release the entire night.

Santana

Santana sighs softly, closing their eyes as they bring their drink to their lips. Savouring the taste, they try to ignore the naughty conversation you’re having with the poor person that’s sitting beside you.

They are aware that you’re doing this to rile them up—undoubtedly for something dirty tonight—and not for anything malicious. Despite your flirtatious disposition, they trust that you would never cheat on them and that their relationship with you is rock solid.

For the next few minutes, they focus on their drink and just relaxing from a week of work. They don’t even realize that you have stopped flirting and turned to face them. They glance at you questioningly.

You pout. “You’re no fun,” you complain softly.

Santana chuckles as they set down their empty glass on the counter. They take a step towards you and pulls you closer to them. Leaning in, they whisper heatedly in your ears, “If you want me to fuck you hard tonight, you should’ve just asked.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel their warm breath on your ears, but it is their words that makes you hot all over. They smirk at your reaction before continuing, “I don’t have work tomorrow. So… we’ll be able to go all night long if you want to.” They wink.

You just nod dumbly and they beam as they take your hand in theirs and drag you towards the exit to where your car is parked.

Skylar

Skylar grins sharply as they look at you flirting with the person beside you. They gotta begrudgingly admit that you’re good, and enhanced with your pretty face, they can’t even blame the poor person for falling and being entranced.

They glance around the exclusive lounge; there is not really a shortage of attractive people around here. They’re contemplating on whether to give you a taste of your own medicine by flirting with other people.

But at the end, they decide to intervene and sweep you off your feet instead. They know you’re not really serious with that person and that you’re only teasing them, but still, they can’t help but wanting your attention back on them.

Embracing you from behind, they say, “Have had your fun, yet, baby?” They glance at the person, who’s staring wide-eyes, before grinning wider. “Or maybe this cutie would like to join us tonight?”

They open and then close their mouth, cheeks flushing bright red. You sigh and shake your head exasperatedly, but your lips are pulled up in a smile. “Sorry, will you excuse us?” You smile charmingly at them.

They nod their head before turning around and walk away silently. Immediately, Skylar pulls you in even closer to them until you can feel their body flush against yours.

They nuzzle the nape of your neck and whisper, “You’ve been very naughty tonight, haven’t you?” You shiver in their arms. “If you’re looking for a good time, I’ll gladly show you one right now.”

You nod quietly and they waste no time pulling you towards the stair to the second floor. No one stops you and one of the bouncers even nod at Skylar. They pull you into the first VIP room. It’s luxurious and the far wall is a full panoramic window to the floor below. You guess it’s a one-way window because if it isn’t, then it kinda defeats the purpose of the room.

Skylar wastes no time pinning you face first to the window and begins undressing you. Their hands roam all over as they pepper kisses on your neck. You know that the window is one-way, but seeing all those people milling around clearly while you are barely clothed up here… You won’t lie, it excites you and you know this kind of thing also turns on Skylar.

Luka & Jackal

Luka sighs as he watches his nephew/niece/nibling flits around the bar and dance floor area, flirting and charming yet another person. But still, he can’t help but smile bittersweetly as he’s reminded of his younger years, watching his big brother doing the same thing in parties.

“Damn, your nephew/niece/nibling is smooth as fuck,” Jackal snickers beside him. Luka grunts, leaning forward to reach for his drink on the low but expansive marble table before downing it.

However, Jackal’s snickering dies down quick as a young lady stops in front of them, looking down at Luka with clear lust in her eyes and smiling coyly.

“Hey, handsome. Looking for a fun time tonight?” she says, words slurring against each other.

“No. Please go away,” Luka says gruffly.

This is the third time someone approaches his boyfriend, trying to flirt with him as if he’s not sitting right there beside him. The previous two quickly got the message as he glares at them combined with Luka’s stern rebuff.

But it seems this lady has had too much drink because she still doesn’t get the message. “C’mon… Just one night. No strings attached or anything,” she giggles.

Jackal grits his teeth and snarls behind his face mask. If looks could kill, she would’ve dropped dead way before she could even call his boyfriend ‘handsome’.

Instead, he reaches out to the blood coursing through her veins and grips it tightly under his control. Manipulating her blood, he forces her legs to walk away, her movements are jerky like a puppet, but to outsiders, she looks like another drunk.

“Whoa! What’s happening? I can’t control my legs!” she exclaims, slurring her words. No one pays her any attention.

After she’s far away, Jackal lets go; puppeteering people takes quite a lot of effort, but it’s the only alternative he could think of that doesn’t involve him pouncing on her.

He’s usually not a guy who loves to do PDA, but he has had enough of people approaching his boyfriend for the night. He scoots closer to Luka on the plush sofa before getting on top of his lap.

Luka looks surprised. “Tyoma?” But still, he leans back to give his boyfriend space.

Jackal leans in and pulls down his mask before starting to kiss and nibble on his boyfriend’s neck. He bites down hard enough to break the skin and Luka inhales sharply above him. He sucks a bit on the small trickle of blood before lapping the little wound closed lovingly, satisfied by the quiet moan from his boyfriend.

“Luka, I wanna do it now,” he whines softly against his boyfriend’s throat.

“B—But, we are not at home right now—”

“I don’t care. We can just do it in your car.” It’d be far from the first time the two of them have done it in a car.

Luka sighs. “How about somewhere more comfortable, like the upstairs VIP lounge room. Are you sure you can’t wait until we get home though?”

“Nope. Let’s go up then!” He gets off Luka’s lap and pulls him up on his feet.

#asks #if: vendetta #drabble #vendetta spice #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: luka #full cast ros #char: jackal #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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Spicy Drabble Featuring Viktor and Takashi ❤️

Here’s the second Spicy Drabble centered around the police-officer-roleplay scenario 😆 This time, featuring Viktor and Takashi.

For Luka and Jackal’s spicy drabble, click here.

The Viktor and Takashi pairing is an alternate universe (AU) pairing where Viktor and Takashi get together years after MC was born (and Viktor and Yvette broke up) but before Viktor got killed. Also, in this AU, Takashi is divorced. And of course, in this AU, Viktor is also bisexual instead of straight.

These drabbles are by no means explicit, but they are still pretty suggestive and spicy, so I’ll be tagging them with the nsfw tag just in case and keep them under the cut 😄

Well, without further ado, here’s the spicy drabble 😳

Takashi & Viktor

Viktor unlocks his penthouse’s front door with one hand as he balances a bag of groceries in his other. As soon as he enters the entryway, he kicks his boots off before walking into the living room.

“I’m home!” he calls out as he strides towards the kitchen area and sets the groceries down on the countertop. He glances up as he hears a pair of heavy footsteps coming from the hallway.

Takashi steps into view confidently, wearing a ridiculous police costume. Viktor can’t help but chuckle out loud at his husband’s antics; he has become very familiar with it as they are approaching their 2nd year anniversary.

“You like it?” Takashi grins as he turns around to show off the back as well. Viktor’s eyes can’t help but stick to Takashi’s… cake.

“Sure. Although it looks like it’s a bit tight on the chest… Not that I mind, of course.” Viktor smirks. “What’s the occasion? Halloween was a few days ago,” he asks, voice laced with amusement as he starts unloading the groceries from the brown bag.

“Well, the kids certainly had their fun on Halloween,” Takashi chuckles fondly before continuing, “So… I’m thinking that maybe we can do something fun for the two of us as well today…?”

Viktor sets down the box of cereal in his hand on the countertop before glancing around. “But… the kids—”

Takashi smacks his forehead. “Ah, sorry. I got too excited and forgot to tell you that Luka came by earlier to bring them to a movie.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

Oh, no wonder it’s so quiet, Viktor thinks.

Takashi continues, “He said they’ll go to dinner together afterwards. So, we have the whole afternoon to ourselves.” He wags his eyebrows suggestively.

Viktor leans against the kitchen countertop, crossing his arms as he grins languidly at Takashi. “Well, what are you waiting for then, Officer?”

Takashi strides over and plants his hands on the countertop, trapping Viktor. “Okay, sir, I’m gonna need to search you now. Please, do not resist,” he says seriously but his lips twitch to fight down his smile.

“Of course, Officer. Take your time and make sure to do it thoroughly. I don’t have anything to hide.”

Takashi does so, his hand trailing all over and lingering in some places before moving down lower and grabbing his husband’s ass, squeezing and kneading.

Viktor lets out a soft laugh. “Officer, I’m afraid you haven’t told me what I’m arrested for.”

“Oh, right!” He straightens up a bit and clears his throat in mock seriousness. “Sir, you are under arrest for stealing my heart.” He grins lopsidedly.

Viktor shakes his head exasperatedly, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Goodness… You are so cheesy,” he chuckles before leaning down to kiss his husband, Takashi’s neatly-trimmed beard tickling his face a bit.

The kiss turns more heated and before getting completely lost in it, Viktor breaks away for a while to catch his breath and ask the important question. “Wait, are we doing this here?”

Takashi shrugs. “Yes? I mean, might as well since the kids are not here right now.”

“What if they come home earlier?”

“Well, I think there must still be, at the earliest, one or two hours until they get home. But, I believe in Luka’s ability to keep those three kids entertained for longer.” Takashi laughs.

Viktor believes that too; the kids have gotten pretty attached to Luka as well. “Alright, let’s not waste more time and continue then.” He smirks before continuing where they left off.

#if: vendetta #vendetta if #drabble #AU #vendetta spice #char: viktor #char: takashi #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #choice of games #hosted games #cyoa #interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive novel #interactive games

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Spicy Drabble Featuring Luka and Jackal ❤️

Hey guys 👋 I’m here bearing gifts in the form of two spicy drabbles 😆

Thanks to the two members in my Discord who asked about the scenario of police-officer-roleplaying and it led me to writing a short drabble for each pairing they asked about 😳

I’ll be dividing the drabbles into two separate posts because it’ll be too long otherwise. This first post will be for Jackal and Luka. The second one will be for Takashi and Viktor.

These drabbles are by no means explicit, but they are still pretty suggestive and spicy, so I’ll be tagging them with the nsfw tag just in case and keep them under the cut 😄

Luka & Jackal

Luka sighs quietly as he closes his office door behind him. Yeah, he’s going to need some drink to relief the stresses of the day. But before he can stride over to his vodka stash, he gets pressed to the nearest wall.

His arms are pulled to his back and he can feel a pair of handcuffs closing around his wrists. His heart is beating fast as adrenaline courses through his body and he is about to blink away when he hears the familiar husky voice, the warm breath tickling his ear.

“Stop resisting, Mr. Morozov. You are under arrest,” Jackal says, voice low.

Luka’s heart is still pounding hard against the wall, but for different reason now. “Well done, Officer. It seems you’ve caught me. But aren’t you forgetting my right?” He can’t keep the smirk off his face.

“You have the right to not remain silent and moan if you want to,” Jackal can’t help but chuckle. “Now, stay still while I conduct a thorough search.”

Luka lets himself get turned around, his back hitting the wall behind him none too gently. He stares at Jackal, eyes half-lidded in desire as his boyfriend’s hands roam around his chest before moving lower. His touch lingers in certain parts of his body and he looks up to meet Luka’s gaze with his own lustful one.

“Oh, what is this hard thing we have here?” Jackal grins mischievously before looking down to see what his hand is groping around. “Oh, shit, sorry; it’s actually your pistol.” The both of them laugh for a second, breaking characters.

Luka just realizes that the police costume his boyfriend is wearing looks pretty authentic. “Please tell me you just bought a good costume and that it’s not a real police uniform,” he groans before chuckling as Jackal just shrugs.

Jackal shifts gear and gets back to his police officer role. “Now, sir, do you have any other 50 caliber handgun hidden somewhere under there?”

“Why don’t you check again, hm?”

Jackal’s grin widens as his hand dives right to the front of his boyfriend’s pants. Luka can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes his lips as he feels the firm grasp.

“Ooh, how naughty. It seems you do still have a concealed weapon here.” Jackal licks his lips.

“I don’t think you’ve told me why I am being arrested, Officer,” Luka manages to whisper hoarsely.

Jackal leans in closer, hand still hasn’t moved from its current position. “You’re under arrest for stealing my heart,” he whispers back.

Luka bends down and closes the distance between them, lips crashing passionately against Jackal’s scarred ones. His boyfriend has always been a bit insecure about the scar despite his reassurances that he finds it to be hot.

Jackal circles his arms around Luka’s nape and brings both of their bodies closer until both of their chests are flush against each other.

Well, it seems Luka’s plan to relieve his stress has changed into something far better. Time to bring this to somewhere more private, he thinks as he teleports both of them to his bedroom.

#if: vendetta #vendetta if #drabble #vendetta spice #char: luka #char: jackal #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #choice of games #hosted games #interactive games #interactive story #interactive fiction #interactive novel

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"Also, would likely try to tail them on their first date with MC surreptitiously. 😆"

About this part what would Viktor do if he sees MC on their first date going to the motel with the aforementioned lover?🤣🤣🤣

Ooh, you’re planning to give Viktor early grey hairs? 😭😆 For this drabble, I’m gonna assume MC’s nick is called Sasha since it’s pretty gender-neutral, and the surname Kozlov. Also, MC is probably in their teens instead of in their 20s.

Also, this ends up being longer than I first expected (I had too much fun writing Viktor 🥲) so I’ll keep it under the cut!

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“What the—Oh no, you don’t!” Viktor quickly gets out of his (borrowed) car and mutters curses under his breath, striding—or more like stomping—up to Sasha and their date.

“Sasha! Get away from them!” Viktor barks out as he arrives and pulls them behind him protectively.

“D—Dad?! What are you doing here?” Sasha says, totally caught off guard but still staying behind Viktor and peeking out.

Viktor ignores Sasha’s question and glares at the date instead. “What the hell are you thinking? Bringing my child to a motel, huh?” he growls at them.

The date is shocked and tries to regain their composure as they stammer, “M—Mr. Kozlov! I—It’s not like what it looks like!”

Viktor squints his eyes at that. Lying through their teeth right in his face, hm? The kid’s got guts, but for the wrong thing. “Oh yeah? What’s your intention here, then? What were you about to do with Sasha?”

“U-Um… Just hanging out? I guess…?” they chuckle out, nervously rubbing the back of their neck.

Viktor barks out a disbelieving laugh at that before glowering at them. “Get the hell away from, Sasha, you hear me? You wouldn’t want to find out what would happen if I find you getting near my child again.”

He turns away and drags Sasha away with him to the car. As he drives away, he glances worriedly at them; they haven’t said anything.

He decides to break the silence first. “Sasha, I didn’t mean to ruin your first date… But you shouldn’t just follow someone to a motel just like that… Especially since this is a first date as well,” he sighs.

“Sorry, Dad… They just told me that it’s normal for people to go to motel for dates…” they mumble quietly, looking down on their lap instead of meeting their dad’s eyes.

He pulls over before turning to Sasha. He doesn’t think that there will ever come a time where he won’t ever get worried for his little baby. He reaches over and pull them in a warm hug before ruffling their hair fondly. “We’ll talk more about it later, okay? For now, how about we pick up Ash and go have dinner together somewhere, hm? Your pick.” He winks at them.

Sasha lights up at that. “Really? Let’s go!” they say enthusiastically.

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #drabble #char: mc #char: viktor #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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Spare me because I'm not feeling well. I am a sucker for this.

ROS +UNCLE LUKA REACT TO FLOWER CROWNS.

🥺

I don't know why I like them.

Aww I hope you get well soon 🙏 and for your question, I’m gonna assume MC is the one who made and gave the flower crowns to the characters and that MC and the ROs are officially dating 🥰

Also, I might’ve gotten a bit carried away with Luka’s section; I had a blast writing it 😂

Ash

“M—MC, what—?” They fluster as you gently set the flower crown on top of their tousled hair. You step back and admire your handiwork; you almost chuckle as the colorful flowers contradict their black leather jacket and jeans.

They reach up gingerly to touch the crown, cheeks flushing bright red. “D—Do I look good? I think it might take down my intimidation factor by quite a bit,” they joke. You send them a thumbs up, reassuring them that they look cute perfect!

They won’t take it off for the rest of the day, and when the other members of the family look at them funny, they’ll just glare. “What the fuck are you looking at, huh?” They bark in irritation.

Rin

They stay quiet as you gently set the flower crown on their head. You step back and admire your handiwork and… oh wow, they actually wear it really well. Somehow, it adds to their aura of elegance despite the colorful flowers standing out from their more sleek, modern, and sharp formal outfit.

They stand proudly. “Well?” They cock their eyebrow inquisitively at you. “How do I look? Like a mix of a businessman and a fairy undoubtedly,” they deadpan. You tell them sincerely that they look perfect. They nod knowingly, as if already expecting the answer.

They’ll end up wearing it for the rest of the day, meeting with other important people. Most are reluctant to comment on it while some complimented their new look.

Santana

“Oh!” They say softly as you gently set the flower crown on top of their head. You step back and admire your handiwork; the colorful flowers seem to brighten the usually tired face of the overworked detective, bringing out the beautiful hazel color of their eyes.

“You made it yourself, MC? It’s really nice… Thank you…” They send you a fond smile. “I bet they kinda clash with my outfit… But I don’t care,” they say, glancing down at their more subdued-colored outfit.

They decide to wear the flower crown for the rest of the day. Some of their more annoying colleagues snicker and send snide comments about it as they pass, but they don’t pay them any mind; the only thing they care is that MC made it especially for them and they love it.

Skylar

“Oh! What’s that, MC?” You quickly swerve out of their range as they try to grab the flower crown, insisting on putting it on them yourself. They concede. “Alright, alright…” they sigh as you set it down on top of their head.

You step back and admire your handiwork and… okay, the colorful flowers actually don’t clash that much with their outfit, instead, they seem to bring out the clear blue of their eyes even more.

Striking the generic superhero pose, they grin lopsidedly as they glance at you. “Ooh! I already know I look handsome/pretty just from seeing your face right now,” they chuckle.

You pout and huff, turning away indignantly. They start chuckling even louder as you send them a stink-eye. They step closer to you and give you a peck on the cheek fondly. “Awww, please don’t get mad, MC. You’re just too cute!”

They wear the flower crown all day long, taking selfies with some fans along the way and soon, the pictures go viral online, especially among their fanbase. Suddenly, wearing flower crown becomes a trend for quite a while in Elysium City.

Luka

“Uh… What’s this, MC?” He gingerly touches the flower crown that you set down on his head, the black leather gloves run over the flower petals with surprising gentleness .

You step back to admire your handiwork. You suppress a chuckle; the colorful flowers stand out boldly from Uncle Luka’s dark, midnight hair and they clash strongly against his all black outfit.

“Flower crown, huh? I see you haven’t lost the touch of creativity that you’ve had ever since you were just a wee little boy/girl/kid.” He ruffles your hair fondly. “Thanks, kiddo.”

He wears the flower crown for the rest of the day, not really giving a fuck what anyone thinks and no one dares to say anything about it… Except for his own boyfriend. When he sees Luka, Jackal bursts out cackling.

Luka pouts. “Hey! Stop laughing! My nephew/niece/nibling made this for me, alright? And I want to support them,” Luka huffs.

“Oh, I’m not laughing at the flower crown itself; it’s really well-made.” Jackal wipes away a tear.

“Ha ha, I get it; you’re laughing at me. I’ll just take it off—”

Jackal grabs Luka’s hand, quickly intercepting him from reaching the flower crown, and steps close to him. “Nope, don’t you dare take it off. I think you look adorable with it,” he says softly, tip-toeing to give Luka a quick kiss on the lips, before stepping back out of Luka’s reach just as quickly.

“And you better still be wearing it tonight, alright?” He winks naughtily at Luka, who’s still standing frozen in place, blue eyes blinking owlishly and a flush coloring his usually pale cheeks.

Luka shakes his head, snapping himself out of his momentary stupor. “Yes, sir…” he chuckles, flashing Jackal a half-flirtatious, half-mischievous little grin.

#asks #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: luka #char: jackal #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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jscwrites · 11 months

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How would the RO’s, and Luka, react if while out with the MC they ran into one of the MC’s ex’s who cheated on them in the past and broke their heart?

This ends up being waay longer than I first expected 😅 I’ll keep the answer under the cut. Let’s assume that the ex tried to speak to MC and the ROs, maybe trying to introduce themself to an RO they don’t know yet😆

Ash

Ash moves before you can react and sucker-punches the poor bastard. Ash crouches, glaring down at them as they grabs a fistful of your ex’s clothes before they can get away.

“That was for what you did to MC, you piece of shit,” they snarl at them, their hands started to smoke and heat up dangerously. “You’re lucky we’re in public space. The next time you show your ugly face around me or MC, you won’t be so lucky. You hear me?”

The ex can only nod in response. “Good. Now, fuck off!” Ash shoves them away before standing back up to their full height and stare in satisfaction at the ex hastily scampering away from both you and Ash.

Rin

Rin looks down at your ex’s outstretched hand as if they just offered Rin a spoiled food; they don’t even move a muscle to shake it. The moment becomes awkward as your ex drops their hand dejectedly.

Rin, however, seems unruffled by the encounter and stays as elegant as ever as they step past them, taking your arm in theirs firmly and guiding you away with them gently. Rin continues talking with you as if nothing has happened, as if the encounter with your ex is not worth the attention.

But that is far from the truth, because in their head, they’ve already begun to devise a plan to make the poor bastard pay for what they did to you. Their first mistake was choosing to approach you and Rin in the first place and introduce themself to Rin. It’ll be an easy thing to pull some strings here and there to make their life a bit more miserable.

Santana

They look down at the outstretched hand for a moment before reluctantly shaking it for no more than a few seconds before pulling their hand back, wiping their still gloved hand on their trousers subconsciously.

“Uh… We’re pretty busy, so we gotta go now,” Santana says awkwardly, cutting off your ex’s attempt for a conversation. “I can’t exactly say it’s been nice meeting you though,” Santana adds before turning away and gently dragging you with them.

As soon as you’re far enough, Santana stops and turns to you. Taking your face in their hand, they lean forward and give you a quick kiss. “Let’s not think or speak about that jerk anymore, okay?”

Skylar

“Whoa! You’re ‘Phase’, right? I think I’ve seen you in one of my friends’ party before but didn’t have the chance to talk to you! Can I get a selfie, please?” your ex gushes out.

Skylar keeps on smiling, but it’s more strained and mirthless; the smile not even reaching their pretty blue eyes. “Welp, no can do, buddy! I don’t do selfies or autographs with well-known assholes. Professionals have standards, you know.” They send your ex a cheeky wink, before taking your waist in their arm. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, me and my lovely partner here have something else better to do.”

They guide you past your still shocked and frozen ex. “Wow, you’re not kidding when you told me that they look like a scumbag,” they chuckle as soon as you get far enough, before turning and leaning towards you. “I’m a hundred times better looking than them, right?” They bat their long eyelashes at you playfully, before puckering their lips, asking for a kiss that you gladly provide for them.

“And for sure a thousand times a better partner than they were too,” you whisper to them gratefully as they beam brightly at you.

Luka

Your uncle’s mood sours almost instantly and you can see it in the way his jaws tightens almost imperceptibly as he clenches his teeth and how his brows furrow slightly, making his glowering even more severe as he stares down his nose at your ex, who’s squirming like a worm.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, you dumbfuck? You have a death wish or something,” he sneers.

Your ex stammers, trying to form a coherent response, but your uncle cuts them off. “Let me give you the most useful piece of advice a little shit like you will ever get: Every time you see me or my nephew/niece/nibling, don’t ever dare to come near us and show your pathetic face or I’ll fucking shoot you myself, do you understand?”

Your ex yelps before turning and getting away quickly with their tail between their legs. Your uncle huffs in annoyance before turning to you, his face softens. “If they still try to bother you next time I’m not around, just let me know. I’ll make sure their parents regret ever giving birth to them.”

Bonus:

Viktor

“Oh! MC has told me a lot about you!” Your dad says in a mock cheerful voice, and even though he’s smiling charmingly, his eyes belie his cold anger. “It’s really nice to finally be able to meet you in person!”

Your dad takes their hand in his, pulling them closer to him roughly and glaring down at them menacingly. “Now, you listen to me you bastard. From now on, you’ll stay away from my son/daughter/child, understand? You wouldn’t want to know what I will do otherwise,” your dad says to them, his deep voice low and missing the usual warmth that you’re familiar with.

Your ex nods nervously and your dad beams, shifting back as if he hasn’t just threatened them. He “pats” their back roughly a few times, their body jolts forward jerkily, almost losing their balance. “Good. What are you waiting for? Scamper off now!” He pushes them one last time and they stumble away hastily.

Your dad turns back to face you and smile softly at you, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks you, still calling you ‘baby’ even though you’re all grown up now. You guess you’ll always be his little baby in his eyes. He ruffles your hair fondly. “Don’t think about that jerk anymore, okay?”

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #drabble #scenarios #full cast ros #ro reactions #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: luka #char: viktor #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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Imagine the ro and mc are one step to starting a relationship but mc says to them "Before we become something else I want you to understand that I will not stray from my path, not for anything or anyone, I'm here right now but tomorrow I can't promise...Do you still want to be together?" Please, I need the angst tonight!

The angst 😔😭 Good stuff 👌🏻 Also, this is assuming all the ROs already know about Viktor and what happened that night.

Ash

“Don’t say stuff like that! Please…” The both of you have known each other for such a long time that they already know what you meant by that. They hug you, clinging onto you tightly. “Of course, I still want to be together! There’s no one else for me but you… And if you think for a second that I’m gonna let you hunt the killer down by yourself and let you get hurt, then you’re an idiot!”

They pull away after a while, and you can see their green eyes slightly glassy and their brows furrowed in a mixture of sadness and anger. “We’ll get that bastard, together, okay? Promise.”

Rin

“It’s about your father, isn’t it?” They frown but there’s an understanding in their obsidian eyes; after all, they would do the same if it is their father or their family too. “I won’t try to stop you, but I’m begging you, please, don’t do anything rash and stupid. I’ll also do my very best to help you and don’t be afraid to ask me for assistance whenever.”

They cup one of your cheek and stroke it gently, worry still prevalent in their gaze. “I’ll be keeping tabs on your progress, okay? And as soon as I notice or see anything dangerous coming, I will intervene, do you understand?” they say sternly. You nod hesitantly.

“Good. Don’t you dare die on me before our wedding; think about what that would do to my poor father.” A slight smirk pulls at their lips, but it still looks strained.

Santana

They shake their head. “Don’t. It’s not worth it, MC. Don’t do it, please…” They were already worried when they heard you tell them the story of the incident. They could see the bitterness, hatred, and anger in your eyes even then. Now, it’s like one of their fears comes true.

But, they can also see that you won’t be budged about your path of vengeance. And it’s confirmed when you apologize to them and say that you can’t do what they ask and that you’ll understand if they don’t want to be with you anymore.

They shake their head before pulling you into a warm embrace. “I still want to be with you, okay? That doesn’t change at all. And if I can’t convince you… then at least, let me help you and once we find the killer, we’ll make sure they face justice and get the proper punishment.” You nod, clinging on to them, even as you’re sure that your view of justice is wildly different from theirs… You can only hope they’ll be able to forgive you later on…

Skylar

“What are you talking about, MC?!” They grip your shoulders firmly. “You’re scaring me. Is… Is this about your father..?”

You confirm it and you tell them that you’ll understand if they don’t want to be with you anymore. They shake their head vigorously. “No… that’s not it… But, I’m worried about you…” they trail off.

They meet your eyes and their clear blue eyes are filled with determination. “I’ll be coming with you! I’ll make sure to pull you up and steer you away whenever you’re starting to walk down the path of destruction, okay? We’ll get through this together!” They hug you tightly.

You nod numbly, hugging them back. Are you not already walking down that path? Will they really be able to pull you out when you’re starting to go too far (and you know the time will come) or will this relationship be another thing you’ll be willing to burn and sacrifice in the name of revenge?

#asks #anon ask #if: vendetta #full cast ros #ro reactions #scenarios #drabble #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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