UPDATE: 12-30-23
Happpy (almost) New Year everyone! 2024 doesn't sound like a real year but we're hurtling towards it at lightspeed, so watch out !
I joined a super secret gamedev project this month as an Official Writer (!!!!!!!!) so that's been eating up most of my time. I'm also officially announcing Feed Off Me (working title), which is my most self-indulgent mlm vampire erotica mini-IF for Queer Vamp Jam.
It's still pretty raw and I haven't even gotten to branching choices or dialogue yet, but that's because I'm straight up writing the short story first and then adding choices later. This is for me. I'M the pilot and EYE decide where the plane goes.
I've also gotten the prologue of Erinys written and I'm working on chapter 1 (not going to show a sc simply because the character creation screen is a lot of unedited paragraphs and I'm shy) and trying to see if I can't animate a splash screen between chapters. I know I can, I'm just trying to decide if I should.
Happy New Year!!
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When I say I want to find all your tickle spots... I don't just mean your worst ones. I want to know the level of intensity EVERY spot is for you, so I can pick them deliberately. Yes, of course I want to know your death spots, but I also need to know where it's a low intensity, where it's a medium intensity... so I can pick exactly what level to set you to at any given moment.
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11/APR/20XX
a small lantern rests on the blanket, illuminating her as she sits waiting patiently in the field. it's cool out, but no breeze makes it just comfortably so. weather seems in our favor.
should i have practiced what i was going to say? maybe. is it more genuine off-the-cuff? maybe. should i have brought flowers or something? maybe.
am i stalling? maybe.
my approach goes unnoticed; the sound of my footsteps dampened in the grass.
deep breath.
"...heya."
"!"
"Sans! Greetings."
smiling warmly as she spoke. i felt my own face get just as warm.
"You are surprisingly on-time."
"what, you think i'd be late to my own invite?"
"...."
"alright, fair."
sitting beside her on the blanket.
"i'll get better about that."
"You have been improving on being late to things already."
"Showing up on time without Papyrus dragging you, even."
"i've been waking up before noon a lot lately."
"Shocking."
"getting dressed for stuff, holding schedules, going places willingly..."
"slowly turnin' into a whole new guy."
"And all it took was almost dying. Who knew?"
"pfft. that probably didn't help."
"though, uh."
"something else happened."
"something other than near-death."
"Hm?"
"Is Papyrus enacting another regimen?"
her head lilts slightly with confusion as i shake my skull "no".
"just started... trying."
shrug.
"started 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴."
"...You did not, before?"
smile faltering slightly at the corners.
"neither here nor there."
a quiet nod of understanding.
"What changed?"
"......"
"could write down a list of different reasons for each person we know."
"that'd be a lot to 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵en to, though."
"Is this what you have been stuck thinking about?"
"would you be shocked to hear that's only a part of it, again?"
"...I get that."
giggling a bit.
my soul feels like it's at tugging me to continue.
....
never been one to do everything exact - skipping a few steps is my nature.
"......"
"can i kiss you?"
was a bit blunter than i meant to be.
tori doesn't even move for a few seconds as it processes.
".......?!"
her face flushes, eyes widening with shock.
"Er-"
"Y-Yes!"
i sit up onto my knees, pausing to look her in the eyes.
"sorry 'bout my lack of lips."
"I have not minded before."
my soul feels like it catches fire. it isn't burning hot. just pleasantly warm.
"..let's grow fat and old together, alright?"
"I would love to."
———
"how did my mom come home covered in blue lipstick"
- frisk
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