#this got so far from the point but i am NOT redoing it

[empresskylo]

beneath the mask ✩ chapter 2 ⬅ ch. 1

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | afab!reader. kinda mean!ghost. drinking. wc 2.3k. ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | so glad you're all liking the story so far! hope you like this chapter as well. like i mentioned before, i havent actually played this game lmao so pls excuse any plot inaccuracies. i'm going off of wikipedia and lets plays of the game on youtube. there will definitely be plot points that don't quite line up with the actual game. oh and just fyi, i do not have a tag list. sorry!!

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you awoke the following morning with a splitting headache, someone shaking you back and forth only increasing the pain. you squinted your eyes open to see your friend leaning over you. 

“what?” you said through gritted teeth, not holding back any snark. 

“smith and jamerson got pulled into something early this morning. you’re the only medic on base and gaz is bleeding out in the infirmary.”

you shot up in bed, almost slamming foreheads with your friend. “shit. why didn’t you start with that?” you hissed, stumbling out of bed and blindly yanking on clothes.

it didn’t take you long to appear in the cold and barren infirmary, a laughing gaz stretched out on a bed filling your vision when you came storming in. 

he was laughing?  

“gaz,” you began, approaching him. he looked away from ghost, who had apparently been bearable enough to make kyle laugh whilst ‘bleeding out’. 

gaz mimicked you and repeated your name, a stupid grin on his face. 

“i was told you were bleeding out,” you said with a bit of annoyance on your tongue as you slowly strolled up to the man. 

“well, i am bleeding,” he said, holding his hand up, poorly wrapped in white linen that had turned a rusty red. 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand, turning it over in your own. “did you do this?” you asked, referring to the shitty bandage job. 

“not bad, right?” he said with a cheeky grin.

“you’ve got to be kidding, gaz,” your fingers came up to grip the bridge of your nose. “look at it. it's so loose that dirt and debris have gotten into it. you’ll get an infection if i don’t redo it.” you shook your head. “how long has it been like this?”

“several hours, i think.” gaz looked at ghost who ever so slightly shook with a silent laugh. “i dont know, i think i did a pretty fabulous job, but if you insist.” his words were soft and airy and you cocked a brow at him. 

“he’s doped up,” ghost’s guttural voice said from beside you. that would explain gaz’s nonchalance. “got properly decked in the ribs. wouldn’t be surprised if he broke a couple.”

your eyes narrowed at gaz. “gaz,” you said exhaustedly with a hint of reprimand. he looked at you with puppy-dog eyes and you stifled a giggle. 

you went to work on gaz, checking his ribs for fractures and cleaning and rebandaging his hand. you were trying excruciatingly hard to not think about ghost’s eyes on you as you moved about the room. you could feel his glare like flames licking your skin.

finished with gaz, you switched gears and went to ghost’s bedside. he had refused to sit still and had his feet hanging over the edge while he cleaned one of his guns. he looked up at you and you could have sworn you saw something like reverence in his eyes. 

you went to change ghost’s bandages now, gaz already snoring behind you, making you smile to yourself. 

“goin’ back t’my room today,” ghost told you.

“that’s not a good idea, l.t.” you gently nudged his chest and he sat the gun down beside him and laid back. your fingertips lit like a match at just the small physical contact. 

“well good thing I wasn’t askin’.”

why did he always have to be so blunt? you grit your teeth as you finished up, avoiding any unnecessary contact with his skin. 

“i’ll only need to keep an eye on you the next two days. just to make sure there's no infection. then it’s easy sailing from there. i’ll show you how to clean–”

“i’m not daft. been hurt before. didn’t have some medic on call then, either.”

some medic. you weren’t sure why that stung. you felt stupid all of a sudden; of course he’s been injured before. he likely knew the drill like the back of his hand. you suspected under all his gear there were battle wounds that would take a full day just for him to go over the story behind each one.

“well, only two more days with me. then i’ll be out of your hair,” you mumbled.

you felt pathetic for wanting him to reply. to assure you that you didn’t annoy him or that he didn’t mind seeing you. but he just remained silent until you turned and left the room. 

you found soap later that day digging through papers sprawled out on the coffee table before him. “didn’t know you could read,” you teased. 

he looked up at you with a grin. you stood behind him to get a look at what he was reading. “jus’ goin’ over the dossier for our next mission.”

“ our ?” you questioned.

“since you’re the only medic available at the moment. yes, you’ll be coming along for the ride.”

“oh, don’t i feel so special,” you said sarcastically. 

“i woulda asked for you regardless.”

“didn’t know you could make medic requests.”

“ya can’t.”

you collapsed next to him on the couch, sighing before you glazed over the words on the sheets. 

“wait, ‘Hassan’?” you said perking up and pointing to the man’s name. “this seems serious.” you looked at soap with concern. 

“not gonna be an easy one, that’s for sure.”

“but, soap, i can barely use a gun, let alone fight. this seems like i might get killed if…” you trailed off, your heart beginning to race. you weren’t used to going along for intimate missions like this. you usually were held back at base or brought alongside a slew of other medics. but with everyone else gone… 

“don’t worry, lass,” he said bumping your shoulder with his own. “we’ll get ya trained up. it’s not for another two weeks when Hassan should be in Al Mazrah.”

that didn’t exactly make you feel any better. these men have been training their whole life. and you got two weeks?

soap could see the worry spread across your visage. “you’ll have me, gaz, price, and ghost to protect ya.”

“no,” you shook your head. “i can’t become a liability. you guys will have far more important things to focus on.”

“yer not a liability . we need you. there's a good chance that if we capture Hassan, he’ll be hurt. it’s crucial we keep him alive.”

“and that’s where i come in,” you said gloomily. 

“you’re there for us too,” he said smiling at you. soap always did appreciate everything the medics did for the team. he never treated you any differently than the other soldiers. you leaned against him, your heart racing at the idea of what was to come. 

it was late at night when ghost was due for another cleaning. you made it to his door and softly knocked. you paused a moment but didn’t hear anything in return so you quietly pushed the door open. 

the room was dark but you could see the faint silhouette of ghost hunched over on the edge of his bed. your hand hit the wall, searching for the light switch.

“wait,” his deep voice rumbled. you paused all movement and heard the soft rustle of fabric as ghost shuffled. you saw the illuminated outline of him as he pulled his mask over his face. your heart skipped a beat realizing he was sitting in here without it on. “okay.”

you ticked the light switch and met his eyes immediately. he had on his thin balaclava as opposed to the usual hard plastic of his skull mask. it felt like he was naked.

“why don’t you let anyone see you?” you asked timidly. 

“why do you wanna see so bad?” he retorted, clearly already irritated with you. 

“i..” you paused, thinking momentarily. “it’s not that i want to see what you look like. but don’t you find it, i don’t know,” you gestured your hands around nervously, “a bit lonely?”

“lonely?”

“i feel like i’d be lonely if i was always guarded.”

ghost appraised you for a moment, making you squirm uncomfortably. “well, i’m not lonely,” he grunted. okay, end of conversation, you thought. 

you shifted the strap of your bag on your shoulder, “right. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean–”

“quit fuckin’ apologizing.”

you sucked in a sharp breath. “okay. sor–” before you could finish your sentence you stopped yourself. 

you watched ghost roll his eyes. why did upsetting him make you feel so disconcerted? you tried to wipe your face of all expression but you knew he would be able to tell his words wounded you. it wasn’t fair– he could read everything on your face, but all he gave you was his eyes.

you bit your lip then approached him, wanting to get this over with. “if you wanna take off your shirt,” you said absentmindedly as you set your med bag down on his bed beside him. 

he sat back slightly and hiked up his shirt, obviously not wanting to remove it fully. you weren’t sure why, but that made your face heat. it was a statement you’ve made a thousand times to men who had injuries on their torso or when you had to examine their chest. you hadn’t even thought about it when you said it. but when ghost clearly didn’t want to completely shed his clothes, you felt embarrassed, like you had asked for too much. and in a way, he was right. he didn’t need to completely be bare-chested for you to work on him. the wound was quite low on his abdomen. 

you swallowed your embarrassment and cleaned and rebandaged his stitches. you saw an array of goosebumps rise on ghost’s skin from your featherlight touches as you worked. you finished quickly before shoving all your supplies forcibly in your med bag. you needed out of there asap. 

you threw your bag on your shoulder and went to leave when ghost’s bare hands grabbed your wrist. he twirled you so effortlessly to face him again that it almost infuriated you. 

you sucked in a breath of air as you looked at him a bit dumbfounded. ghost thought for a moment, his hand still firmly around your wrist. 

“i don’t mean to be such an arse,” he grunted.

in a breathy tone you spoke back, “it’s fine. i don’t think that, you’re just—“

he cut you off. “no. i don’t have to be so fuckin' upfront with you all the time. you’re just tryin’ to do your job. i gotta remind myself your not one of my men.”

you nodded, holding in the hurt that echoed through you. he was being upfront with you? what did that mean? that he regrets just being honest? that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. you hated yourself for wanting him to say something along the lines of him just lashing out and he didn’t mean the shit he said to you. but he did mean the shit he said, he just regretted saying it out loud.

“not one of your men, right,” you repeated back. you weren’t one of his men. you were just a starstruck woman who had no fucking business working with the most elite men in the world. awesome. 

ghost’s eyes darted between yours as if he wanted to say something more. that maybe he didn’t like the sullen tone you used when repeating his words back to him. as if he might have actually not intended for that implication. you could have sworn you saw his lips move under his mask like he was contemplating telling you he didn’t mean it like that.

but he was silent. 

“really. it’s fine,” you mumbled. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

ghost breathed your name, all too easily deciphering the hurt in your words. you wanted to bash your head against the wall for being so obvious. he was right. you weren’t meant for this line of work. you were too soft.

oh my god, were you going to cry?!

you ignored the flutter in your belly when he said your name and scurried out of the room, wanting to drown out your embarrassment with a swig of whiskey. this seemed to be a pattern with you two–ghost saying something a bit too real, you getting hurt and running out of the room like a baby.

you found soap back where you left him and you waltzed over to him with a bottle of whiskey in hand. he looked up at you and gave you a cheeky grin. 

his smile shifted to something of concern when you deflated next to him on the sectional. 

“ghost give ya a hard time?” 

“no,” you lied. “just been a long day.”

soap took the bottle from you and took a drag. “long week, more like it.” 

you chuckled before taking a sip. you passed the bottle back and forth a few more times until your body buzzed and your mouth wouldn’t let you swallow any more of the foul liquid.

“how do you guys drink this shit?” you asked, making a face of disgust.

“years of self-hatred,” he grinned.

you slouched against him. 

“do you think i’m cut out for this? 

he flipped through the pages of the dossier before glancing at you. “cut out for what?”

you gestured around you. “this. working with you guys. working for the best of the best.”

“'course i fuckin’ do.” he gave you a quizzical look. “why would you even ask that?”

you shrugged, keeping your eyes off of him.

your name escaped his lips making you finally look up at him. “you’re here for a reason. price doesn’t let just anyone join his team. i’ve seen what you can do, lass. you’re part of the best of the best .”

you smiled making him grin at you in return. “no more of this shit, okay?” he said softly, his scottish accent getting heavier the more he drank. you found it comforting.

“okay,” you agreed. 

“now, lets find price so we can steal all his money with a few games of cards,” he said, lightly tapping your shoulder with his fist.

you laughed knowing good and well price could beat the two of you blindfolded.

chapter 3 ➡

#ghost #simon riley #smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #cod mw2 #cod fic #call of duty fanfic #mw2 fanfic #beneath the mask

[wosoluver]

Healers got to date protectors - Headcanons

Misa x Physio!reader

How the two of you met

When Misa arrived one day at training, she couldn't help but notice the whispering going around the team.

They hardly ever got everyone together to talk about something, that wasn't football.

The friend groups were overall very divided.

But you know how it is. Gossip aways brings people together.

"What's going on?" - Misa immediately asked Brunn.

"New member in the staff."

"And that's whats causing all of this?"

"It's a new physio. And she is gorgeous!" - Sofie chimed in.

"I can't believe your guys are so worked up about that.

I thought something bad had happened."

"Oihane was the one who saw her when she stopped by to get tapping for her hamstring issue." - Raso added.

"And now everyone is coming up with their own plans, to go into the office to meet her, without seeming so obsessed." - Møller revealed.

"You guys want to fake needing physio sessions?" - She was so confused. Why were they all acting like they hadn't seen a beautiful woman before?

"Not me!" "Nope" "I won't" - the group of four said in unison, but they couldn't keep a straight face.

"You guys are unbelievable! I'm going out to the field."

By the end of the day she had landed badly on one of her jumps, and had a pain in her hand that wouldn't go away. But she refused going in, to check it out.

She didn't want to seem like she was partaking in the other girls' behavior.

So from training, she went straight home.

Next morning she didn't think she could skip checking in, just to make sure everything was alright and maybe get something to relieve that slight pain she felt.

She didn't want to tell anyone were she was going, so she decided on going to your office before training.

And once she saw you, she understood slightly, the commotion yesterday.

You were young, about the same age as her. That was very unusual when it came to the team's medical staff.

Your eyes were shiny and your smile caught her by surprise.

"Uhm, good morning." - she choked out.

"Good morning!

Please don't tell me you feel a slight discomfort on your leg too." - You joked in a light way.

"Oh- No. Its just, I landed badly on my hand yesterday. It tried sleeping it off but it didn't work."

"Come sit, I'll take a look."

You grabbed Misa's hand gently, to check what was going on.

"It doesn't seem to be anything to be worried about. It's barely a mild sprain. The discomfort should go away in two or three days max.

I'll tape you up to make sure you're safe for training. I don't want to risk worsening it."

As you grabbed your kit, you started to work on it.

"They're not really hurt." - you let out a soft laugh at her words.

"I could tell. I think they forgot I'm a doctor." - you joked.

"They're only doing this to have the chance to meet you."

"I suspected something was going on. That's why I didn't tell anyone about it. Imagine how alarmed they would be to find out half of the team had come in for a unscheduled physiotherapy session? In one day?" - You both laughed about it.

"Well, you're all done here. Come back tomorrow so I can redo it. That's the best we can do, to heal it faster." - Giving her a comforting smile.

"Thank you! I am Misa, by the way."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."- You said, as she left for training.

"Where were you?" Asked Raso, knowing exactly where she was, from the tape on her wrist.

"I hurt my hand during training yesterday." - there was no use trying to lie.

"Of course you did."

"I did! I swear!" - letting out a laugh.

"Wow, Misa smiling in the morning? What have they done to you?" - Asked Sofie coming in.

"Take a wild guess." - Teased Hayley.

"No. I actually needed it."

"We believe you." - at this point Misa was already rolling her eyes.

This will be a series of headcanons! So far 3 parts planned. 🩷

#espwnt #misa rodriguez #misa rodriguez x reader #real madrid femenino #woso x reader

[bruh--wtf]

Lovely Timing

Remus Lupin x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: everyone has been teasing the reader since first year about their crush on Remus Lupin. To the point that they had given up any hope of him liking them back. Only to discover they were in the same boat all along.

Remus Lupin Masterlist

The train ride back to Hogwarts was either the best or worst part of the Hogwarts experience. Sometimes it was both. It’s a long train ride.

You hadn’t seen your friends all summer due to a family vacation. So you were catching up with Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Mary MacDonald for the first time in three months. Everyone had a lot to say.

“You grew your hair out!” Mary exclaimed as soon as you walked into the cart. You smiled at her and pushed said hair back behind your shoulders.

“I’m just trying it out,” you say.

“Are those new clothes? You look amazing,” Marlene said. You smiled at her and glanced down at the clothes you were wearing.

“Oh, yeah. My parents let me redo my wardrobe. Like a seventh year gift or something,” you said. The girls nodded and you all got comfortable in the seats to start talking. About an hour into the ride, Remus opened the door and walked in, shutting it and locking it behind him.

“Hi, Remus, come on in,” Marlene said sarcastically. Remus turned to look at all of you and rolled his eyes.

“Sirius put on his music and is giving a concert. I just want to nap,” he said, looking at Marlene.

“Well, there’s not much room for a giant to lay down on one of our seats,” she said, crossing her arms. Mary got up from next to you.

“Here, I can sit with them,” she said and you didn’t miss the wink she sent you. You had a very well known crush on Remus Lupin. All your friends knew about it. And all your friends were all his friends. So naturally you assumed he knew about it as well. Remus looked at Mary and shook his head.

“No need, I am just going to lay down on the ground.” Mary raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“And you think Marls won’t kick you? What gave you that confidence?” She said. Remus glanced at a smirking Marlene. All three girls seemed to excited to get Remus to sit next to you, and you knew he knew that. However he just nodded and took Mary’s seat while Mary sat in between Marlene and Lily. You glared at all three of them and then you notice how all three of them seemed to be holding in a laugh. You knit your brows together.

“What?” Then you glance at Remus and see that his eyes are already on you. It made you tense up a little. Remus rarely looked at you unless you were talking in the group or class or something. His eyes weren’t on yours. They were wandering like he had never seen you before. You shift a little, glancing at your friends for help but Mary just buried her face in Lily’s shoulder.

Remus quickly looked away from you and cleared his throat. “Oh, um, sorry.” You look away too, not sure how to speak anymore you just nod. It took a grand total of five minutes for all three other marauders boys to be knocking at your door. Remus groaned and stood up, opening the door.

“Why’d you leave, Moony? I was in the middle of Killer Queen,” Sirius said. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Exactly.” Sirius put a hand to his heart and gasps.

“Moony, are you… are you trying to tell me you don’t like Queen.”

“I don’t mind Queen. I don’t like your version of it.” Sirius claps his hands over his mouth and wipes away fake tears.

“Come on, we’ve convinced him to turn off the music,” James said. Sirius waved his hands and shook his head.

“No. No way. I can’t be near him right now,” he said and stole the seat next to you by plopping down. Then he looked over at you and grinned.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You’re lookin’ great! How far back in line am I with you as beautiful as that?” You raise an eyebrow at him and scoff. Sirius had been practicing flirting with you since first year. He’d asked you in your first week of being friends if you could help him get girls by telling him how good his ‘lines’ were.

“End of the line, with that one, Sirius,” you said. He pouts and looks over at his friend. Remus was glaring at him and he clearly saw that. Then he looked back at you and grinned again.

“Who would be first, then?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Why ask stupid questions, just to be a jerk?” You ask. Sirius put his hands up in surrender and his mouth fell open into and O shape.

“I don’t want you to hate me!” You just rolled your eyes.

“Leave us alone Sirius. We’ll see you later,” you said. He pouts again.

“I have to go with the Queen hater?” He asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. You nodded slowly and Remus took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling him up.

“You heard her. Lets go,” he said. He pushed Sirius out of the door and followed the rest of his friends out as well. Ten seconds pass after the door shuts before all three girls erupt in giggles in front of you.

“What?”

“Took her long enough!” Marlene exclaimed.

“That was ridiculous!” Lily exclaimed.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happened!” Mary said through her giggles.

“What are you talking about?” You said. Mary hops up and sits next to you again.

“Remus! He’s head over heels for you, and you just saw it first hand,” she said, placing a hand down on the cushion next to you. You blink at her and finally laugh.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“You are so oblivious! He has always had his eye on you!” Lily exclaimed and you rolled your eyes. Your friends had been teasing you about Remus for years, trying to convince you he liked you back. You couldn’t agree. Remus wouldn’t even acknowledge you if it wasn’t for your friends. “And the way he looks at you!” Lily was grinning from ear to ear.

“It’s the way James looks at this one.” Marlene said, gesturing to Lily, who blushed.

“The way Dorcas looks at Marlene,” Mary said. Lily cleared her throat.

“Frank looks at Alice,” she said. You blink at all of them, seeing that they were being completely serious.

“You have officially lost it. All of you.” Lily and Marlene rolled their eyes.

“Just wait, Y/N, he’s obsessed with you, you’ll see,” Mary said.

“You think that based on one look?” You ask incredulously. They look between each other before nodding. You just rolled your eyes and sat back.

When you got to Hogwarts, everyone went to the Dining hall. The marauders boys always sat with you and your friends. James sat next to Lily and you sat across from her. Remus sat in between you and Sirius, and Mary was next to you. You noticed all your friends smirking at you and you just glared at them as you sat through Dumbledore’s speech.

As you were walking back to the common room, Mary and Marlene were in a deep discussion about Marlene’s next date with Dorcas. Sirius and Peter were discussing a movie they’d seen and James and Lily were walking a little ahead of all of you. Leaving you awkwardly walking with Remus.

“I’m sorry about Sirius earlier,” he said. You look at him and shrug.

“It’s no big deal. Sirius does it all the time,” you said. He nods a little and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah.” You raise an eyebrow at him. You probably watch Remus more than anyone else in the world. You know his looks. You know when he’s concentrated, angry, excited, happy, tired, frustrated, upset, and when he’s anxious. He looked frustrated.

“Are you alright?” You asked. Remus looked at you. Remus, the tallest boy you’d ever met looked down at you but it never felt like he was looking down on you in a bad way. He shook his head a little.

“Just a little tired,” he said. You rolled your eyes and shake your head. “What?”

“You’re not that tired,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“And what makes you think that?” You scoff and glance at him for a split second.

“When you’re tired your eyes get all heavy like you’re trying to keep them open and you slouch. When you’re angry or something, your brows scrunch up a little and you tense up.” You gesture to him slightly with your hand without really looking at him. “And you posture gets abnormally perfect.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“I do that?” He asked. You nod a little, crossing your arms over your chest as you pass the open windows. Remus took off his jacket and put it around your shoulders before you even had time to process what was happening. You look at him and shake your head a little, moving to pull it off.

“I don’t really need-” Remus cuts you off and puts an arm over your shoulders to keep the jacket there. When you put your arms down, he lets go.

“Come on, I saw you shiver like two minutes ago,” he said. You blinked up at him, not even remembering the moment yourself. “Besides, it looks better on you anyways.” You felt a blush climbing up your neck and onto your cheeks. “Ya know, Sirius is annoying as hell, but he was right about one thing.”

“You are a Queen hater?” You asked sarcastically. A small smile climbed onto him beautiful face.

“No,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You really are gorgeous.” You couldn’t breathe. You always said Remus Lupin would make you pass out one of these days, but now you thought today might truly be that day. Remus Lupin just called you gorgeous and suddenly nothing else mattered in the entire universe.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” His brows drew together, causing wrinkles on his forehead. He stepped a little closer to you, his confusion evident.

“Why do you say it like that?” He asked. “Of course I do. I always did.” You drop your head a little, your entire body tingling with anxiety and heat.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get your attention forever, and it sort of just always felt like you didn’t care,” you admitted, knowing how all of your friends teased you about the crush for the past few years. You’d always known Remus knew you liked him, you just knew he didn’t like you back so you just went on with your lives like it wasn’t happening. Remus just blinked at you.

“You really fancy me?” He asked. That just felt cruel so you lifted your head up and glared at him.

“There’s no need to be mean, Remus,” you said. He shook his head quickly and took another small step towards you.

“No! I wasn’t trying to… oh,” he stopped himself and squeezed his eyes shut. He glanced over at your friends who had continued walking without the two of you, not even noticing how you two had disappeared. You crossed your arms tight against your chest and looked down. “I always thought you were beautiful,” he said. You didn’t look up at him despite the swarming in your stomach. “I just figured everyone was teasing because of the crush I had on you in second year.” You snapped your head up at that, your eyes widening.

“You liked me?” He nodded and glanced down at his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, a lot. I just tried to shove it down and move on when the teasing started. I thought it would stop eventually,” he rolled his eyes and you felt yourself deflate. He liked you five years ago and had spent all that time getting over it while you were just becoming more and more addicted to everything about him. You both were silent for a moment.

Finally you take a deep breath. “They were teasing because of me,” you said, unable to look at him again. “It’s truly become a bit of a problem how bad this has gotten.” He didn’t say anything for a moment and you don’t look at him.

“How bad what has gotten?” You squeeze your eyes shut, willing one of your friends to come over and save you from this dreadful conversation.

Finally you look up at him and find his eyes ready to meet yours. Your breath hitched. The sincere curiosity and confusion in his eyes made it a million times worse. “I’ve liked you since basically the end of first year, Remus.” He blinks at you, leaning back slightly like the sentence had actually been a gust of wind he didn’t expect. “It’s horrible, because functioning in your general vicinity is nearly impossible. All I can think about is not making a fool of myself around you,” you added. Now you had finally admitted it and there was no going back now. Remus knew how you felt about him. It made you nervous but also felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

The boy you’d been dreaming about for years finally knew how you felt.

“I get that you don’t like me anymore, Remus. And… and that’s fine,” you said and took a deep breath. “I just didn’t think you need to keep thinking you’re the source of the teasing when it is entirely my fault.”

“You’ve liked me since first year?” He asked. You sighed and looked him in the eye again.

“That’s all you’re focused on? Look, nothing has to change. You don’t like me and I understand that. I always have. I don’t want things to be awkward now just because I vocalized what everyone already knew.”

You go to take a step in the direction of your friends when Remus grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You frowned a little and looked at him again. “I didn’t know you liked me,” he said. You blinked at him, shaking your head.

“Our friends have been saying it for years, Remus, I know you knew,” you said. He shook his head.

“No, I didn’t. I knew my friends teased me about a beautiful girl liking me. I just thought is was ridiculous. I had no idea why you would like me,” he said. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms again, pulling out of his grip.

“Come on, Remus.” He gave you an extremely confused look and you huff out a breath, letting your arms fall. “Remus, you have always been the most perfect boy around. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re one of the most loyal people I know, but apparently you’re an idiot also.” He just stared at you for a moment. Then a small smile popped onto his face. Remus always had the capability to make you swoon you just tried not to show it.

“I don’t think I’m the only idiot here,” he said. Your eyes widened and you stared at him for a moment.

“Excuse me?” He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you again.

“I tried to make my feelings go away. I never said I succeeded.” You blinked up at him, your throat going dry. You try to clear your throat but it doesn’t really help.

“What are you trying to say, then?” You say, lifting your head up and raising an eyebrow. Remus just smiles at you, causing any remaining confidence to fade because that smile will surely make you pass out.

“So stubborn…” he said. “I like you, y/n.” You can’t breathe. You don’t say anything and he raises an eyebrow. Finally he nods and continues again. “I could tell you everything I like about you but I think we’d be here a while.” You finally blink out of your trance, blushing as red as a tomato.

“You’ll have to write it down, then,” you say sarcastically. He just smiles at you.

“I’ll get on that.” You smile a little and his eyes brush over your face for a moment. “So, will you go on a date with me?” Your eyes widen at the question. He waits for a moment for your response.

You freeze for half a second before processing that he really asked that and it wasn’t just your imagination. “Yes,” you finally say softly before clearing your throat and trying again. “Yes, I would love that, actually.” He grinned at you and stepped up to you again.

“Perfect. First Hogsmeade trip is on Sunday. Would you like to go out with me then?” You nod, not fully trusting your capability to speak. His smile is unwavering. This isn’t a joke. You really are going on a date with Remus Lupin.

You and the girls were going to be up all night talking about this.

#young remus imagine #young remus lupin #young remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus #remus x you #marauders era #remus x reader #remus lupin #marauders #marauders fic

[hypersomniagame]

HYPERSOMNIA JANUARY DEV LOG : "LOG 1, WOOHOO!"

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, or are just stopping by, let me introduce you to this post to really set the tone.

For 2024, I am going to try to release a dev log about HYPERSOMNIA once a month, may come earlier, may come a little late, but I'm doing this to help give insight on to how the game is going, and to give me motivation to work on the game.

First things first, big news!

HYPERSOMNIA IS NOW AVAILABLE TO WISHLIST ON STEAM! (LINK)

After a while of back and forwarding with Valve, I've finally got a Steam page to call my own, and MAN is it bizarre seeing my weird little RPG in my Steam library. Like, that's my logo, and my key art, and screenshots of MY game, that's so weird. It doesn't feel real. BUT IT IS!

And, I would really really really really really appreciate it if you would consider wishlisting the game on Steam. It helps with the algorithm, and my happiness because I like seeing numbers go up, it feels good.

I even drew this as a announcement/commemoration for the page going live.

(P.S; if you couldn't tell, I really like Half-Life, it's one of my favorite game series.)

Secondly...

A new trailer is in the works! We were accepted for this year's MOTHER Direct (4th time baby, whoo!)

The trailer has been coming along well, I hope to show more battle oriented clips that I've missed the last few years, like special moves.

Can you believe I've never actually gotten to adding those in the game? I mean, they come set-up in default RPG Maker projects but I've never gotten around to revamping them until now, year 4 of engine work. Isn't that strange?

I also hope to improve on editing in the trailers. Whenever I finish a trailer I come back a few months later to notice minor points where I was kinda sloppy.

I'm not much of a video editor, (I only learned so I could edit trailers on my own) but I'd like to keep them at a good presentable quality. You gotta have standards with that kinda stuff, it's important!

OK, TIME FOR THE ACTUAL GAME STUFF. HERE WE GO.

Abilities are now implemented! And work! Wahoo!

In HYPERSOMNIA, players are able to switch abilities between party members. I find this a really interesting mechanic for how simple it seems, you get to choose who plays what role in your party. I think this is HUGE, and opens up a lot of unique scenarios for the game's encounters. I've had this planned for years, as far back as 2021 if I can recall, so it's super cool seeing it in game.

Mapping is being worked on!

I've also been working on mapping out more areas of the game! The forest part you hopefully saw in the last trailer is almost completely mapped. I've been working on the second part to it and am hoping to finish it sometime soon.

Mapping forests really suck. THOUGH, almost all the maps for the first chapter of the game are done! That's just another step closer to the demo. (Which, FYI, will be on Steam and Itch! ^^)

I've also been working on re-spriting older scenes!

This one's been really fun to do, I've been going back and redoing older stuff from the 2022 trailer, like this train! It's weird seeing it side by side, because you can definitely see where it's come from but at the same time, it looks so different.

(Also side note, these sprites are CRUSTY! EWWW!)

Lastly, Script and Music updates!

The script for HYPERSOMNIA's first act has been completed! with just 37 pages of just cutscene dialog alone! We're also currently working on wrapping up NPC dialog! Not much else to say.

And music is being worked on!

Music has been making some progress! I like to lay out demo's for areas I'm mapping out to help make both the music and scene come together. (Also, to help break up the eerie silence when playtesting...)

Speaking of music, FIREBALL, the games main battle theme, was recently delisted on our YouTube channel.

We did this because we decided we wanted to resample FIREBALL, and found that it's best to not have the song uploaded until a complete, final version is made. At least for the demo, it could possibly change before the final game but that's a bit too far in the future for me to think about fully.

Hey! Thanks for reading the whole dev log! Unless you just skipped to the end, you should probably go back up and read it. there's a steam page now. and some cool ross art at the top. you're missing out!

I hope this was like, readable to you all. I'm new to this whole dev log thing, so if you read it all the way through, let me know! It'd be cool!

I'd like to use this portion to pretty much just advertise Unique Indie RPG's.

Have you ever seen that strange purple square at the beginning of the 2nd and 3rd HYPERSOMNIA trailers?

Yeah, that! That's UNIQUE INDIE RPG's, which is a Discord community for you guessed it, Unique Indie RPG videogames developed by people like me! Or you! Or whoever! Who cares!

I help run it with some of my friends, and we all share cool stuff about our videogames! There's a ton of other SUPER cool RPG Maker games there like Astral Guard [LINK], or SOMEWHEN [LINK], or even MOMOinc [LINK]!

And of course, HYPERSOMNIA. It's a really laid back community, we're all super chill. Come swing by! We'd love to have ya, and SHOW US YOUR GAME!

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[artsyhamster]

Part 3!

And oh boy, this one definitely needs explanation, so see you down in the ramblings.

(1) THE FOOL / THE MAGICIAN / THE HIGH PRIESTESS  | (2) THE EMPRESS / THE EMPEROR / THE HIEROPHANT | (3) THE LOVERS / THE CHARIOT / STRENGTH | (4) THE HERMIT / WHEEL OF FORTUNE / JUSTICE | (5) THE HANGED MAND | DEATH | TEMPERANCE | (6) THE DEVIL / THE TOWER / THE STAR | (7) THE MOON / THE SUN / JUDGMENT / THE WORLD         

I gotta be real, this is my least favorite set so far. I was very unsure about the characters I chose for these and it also shows in the compositions. I might redo them at some point but I want to finish the major arcana as a whole first, before I lose myself in revisions. Maybe I shouldn’t be too harsh on myself anyway, because this is just a fun project but, ah, perfectionism.

Anyway, citations from here, as always.

THE LOVERS - Actually means that the protag feels sexual urge or need for relationship. Harry basically flirts with everyone and is still hung up on his broken relationship, that he doesn’t even remember, so the meaning here is pretty warped. So I just chose some lover figures. But who to choose? Klaasje and Lely? Well their relationship gets known pretty late, and didn’t end very nicely. Also I do not know how Lely looks like as not-a-corpse so-- Klaasje and Ruby? Seemed to me more like a fling, and didn’t interest Harry much except for some lecherous line he dropped. So I chose Sylvie and Garte, because Harry actively gets involved in their business. He can help them get together or ultimately break their relationship before it could ever bloom (Shoutout to the cock carousel) so I chose them because Harry is the most involved here.

THE CHARIOT - I’m just gonna quote for a bit “The Chariot represents the vigorous ego that is the Fool's crowning achievement so far. (...) we see a proud, commanding figure riding victoriously through his world. He is in visible control of himself and all he surveys.” Not many people with horses around there in Martinaise, only people driving cars. None of the lorry drivers fir the description for me though. The chariot is also described as commandeering and rigid, and René fit the description for me the most. He is definitely a proud person, commandeering and strict, and also surveying the world around him from his booth up at the harbour. Otherwise, yeah I got nothing. This one was just hard lol

STRENGTH - “[The fool] is pressed to develop his courage and resolve and find the heart to keep going despite setbacks.” was a line that made me very desperately want to choose Kim here, but I had other plans for him already. Strength is part of the Virtues trio, and spoiler spoiler, Kim will get his place as one of the three Virtues, but this one goes to Cuno, because I feel he is also very influential on Harry. Another quote for the card is “The Fool also discovers the quiet attributes of patience and tolerance.“ which I think fits Cuno quiet well. Because boy do you need a lot of patience and tolerance with him to make him trust and help you. But ultimately he is also there in the end if you need him (and Kim is unfortunately not present) All in all, what could make you want to get your shit together more than escaping the mocking words of a potty-mouthed kid. Horrifying lol

I tried really hard okay. I’m sure there are other interpretations but that’s the best I could come up with.Meanwhile I also bought an art book of a really pretty tarot set I saw at the last convention I was at, and there were so many lovely compositions that almost made me question what I am doing here. But again, I’m doing these for fun [*self prep talk*]. Still, take a look at this magnificient tarot deck (Instagram Link) I’m so sad they were sold out, but at least I got the art book.

Uhhh anyway enjoy. Next set will be better I promise. I like the upcoming one a lot : )

#Disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #tarot #uhhhh i dont feel like tagging them all

[atinylittlepain]

All Worked Up - An Eddie Munson Story

sub!Eddie x softdom!reader

Eddie Munson masterlist

Eddie had been getting on her nerves since that morning. When his neediness pushes her too far, he's in for a little lesson from his favorite girl.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, rough sex, light sub/dom dynamic, angst-lite, basically porn with a dash of plot

a/n | this is entirely inspired by this post I saw from @mantorokk-writes - I am a firm believer in sub!Eddie :)

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She loves him, she really does, but sometimes Eddie Munson can be an absolute pest. It started this morning. Dressed and ready for work, she had sleepily padded into the tiny kitchen in their shared apartment, looking to grab a bowl of cereal before she had to go, only to be shocked awake by Eddie’s bare ass facing her as he gulped down whatever was left in the milk carton she had just bought two days ago. Who the fuck drinks straight milk other than little kids? Apparently, Eddie. But she didn’t have much time to be annoyed about that, because as soon as Eddie noticed her standing there he set the carton down, leaving the fridge wide open as he grabbed at her with a petulant huff, smothering her in morning-breath-heavy kisses to the point that she had to redo her makeup, effectively making her late to her job. Work itself hadn’t exactly helped her frustration either, her boss was riding her ass the whole day and hadn’t asked, but commanded her to stay overtime. By the time she got back home, she was exhausted and wanted a hot shower promptly followed by passing out for the night. But, yet again, Eddie had different plans.

The moment she was in the door of their apartment, he was on her, hands rubbing up and down her hips through her tight pencil skirt as he nosed at her neck. He had clearly gotten home long before her, already showered after his shift at the car shop, his damp ringlets dripping onto her blouse and annoying the ever living shit out of her.

“There you are, sweetheart, my little working girl. Missed you like crazy.” She hummed as his words skated up her neck, craning her head to try to get him out of her space, but Eddie wasn’t taking the hint. Part of her felt a little bad for being so irritated, she knew he was just trying to love on her, but right now the last thing she wanted was to be touched by anyone. His hands started squeezing a little more eagerly at the softness of her thighs, dipping under the hem of her skirt. She pushed lightly on his chest.

“Hey, Eds. I’m sorry I’m late. I’m just gonna go get a shower, ok?” He actually whined at her words, his hands becoming a bit more insistent in their wandering.

“C’mon, baby. Just gimme a minute with my girl, huh? Wanna feel you.” She couldn’t really get a word in edgewise, not with the way he kept stealing smacking kisses. She was squirming in his hold, huffing under his needy ministrations. They both stilled, however, when a quiet rip resonated through their apartment. She looked down at where Eddie’s hands had stilled on her stockinged thighs just as he let out a soft curse. His rings must have gotten caught on her pantyhose, her good pair, and had ripped an unfixable tear right up the length of her thigh. She finally wrenched out of his grasp.

“Eddie, what the fuck?” His eyes went wide, lips parted as he held his hands up.

“I’m sorry, baby. I mean it’s not that big of a deal, right? I-I can get you a new pair!” She let out a harsh sigh, dragging her hand through her hair and tugging at the roots in frustration.

“These are expensive, Munson! If you had listened to me and let up a little maybe you wouldn’t have ripped them in the first place!” Eddie scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, sorry for wanting to be close to my girl. C’mon, honey, I’ve needed you all day. Just forget about it, huh?” She let out a humorless laugh, stepping up to him and jabbing her finger into his chest.

“I guess you’re gonna stay needy for a little longer then, because right now, I’m gonna get a shower and then I’m gonna go to bed and you can sleep on the couch tonight.” Before he could get another word in she turned on her heel and stomped down the hall to the bathroom, leaving Eddie stunned where he stood. She locked the door behind her for good measure, already feeling guilty for the way she reacted. She knew it was an accident, but she had such a long day and he just wouldn’t listen. Too tired to think much more about it, she decided she’d deal with him in the morning. 

The warm water of the shower was an instant relief, her tensed muscles starting to melt. She just stood under the stream for a while, before finally beginning to soap off the grime of the day. However she didn’t get very far in the task when the water abruptly went ice cold, causing her to let out a clipped shriek and dart out of the shower. She knew exactly who was to blame. She hastily wrapped her towel around her before wrenching open the door and storming into their kitchen. Sure enough, Eddie was standing at the sink, leaning back against the counter and letting the hot water run. He shot her the smuggest grin she’d ever seen. She wanted to smack it off his face. She’d had enough of his little games.

“Really? You’re gonna be that big of a brat right now?” He just shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

“What’re you gonna do about it, sweetheart?” Her jaw ticked as they stared each other down. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I want you on the bed, no clothes, now.” His eyes went wide and wild at her and she scoffed.

“Did I fucking stutter?” That seemed to snap him into action and he practically scurried down the hall to their bedroom. She took her time, getting herself a glass of water and sipping it down before sauntering down the hall. When she stepped into their bedroom, sliding along the wall, she was met with the sight of her man splayed out on their bed, only wearing his boxers and sitting up on his elbows to look at her. She clicked her tongue.

“Can’t you follow instructions, baby? I said no clothes.” His big doe eyes got impossibly wider as he scrambled to shuck off his boxers, his cock immediately jumping against his tummy and smearing pre-cum in the tufted hair there. She let her towel fall to the floor and Eddie groaned at the sight of her, immediately moving his hand down to fist his length, but she was on him in a flash. She straddled his thighs, grabbing both his wrists and pressing them back against the pillows around his head. Her cunt dragged against the underside of his cock and he whimpered at the slide. She sneered, dipping down to bite at his lip, letting it snap back with a pop.

“Not being very good for me tonight, Eds. Did I say you could touch yourself?” He was letting out breathy whines as she continued to grind against him, his eyes scrunching shut. She brought her palm to press along the sweep of his throat, fingers curling lightly as his eyes shot wide open at the delicate pressure.

“You better shape up fast, baby. Or I’m gonna leave you and your dick here high and dry.” He sputtered at her words, shaking his head and letting out another whine.

“M’sorry, m’sorry! I just– fuck– need you so bad. P-please– I’ll be so good for you.” She hummed, watching his frantic expression as she continued to swivel her hips down. 

“I know, baby. So needy, huh? Why don’t I help you be good for me?” With that, she slid off his lap. He tried to follow after her but she pushed him back down onto the mattress with her palm against his chest.

“Stay, I’ll be right back.” She found what she was looking for in the bathroom, padding back in only to find Eddie stroking his dick again. His eyes were closed tight, and she had to admit he was so pretty like this, flushed and panting, chasing a pleasure that would never be fully in reach, not without her help. She startled him out of his reverie with a sharp laugh. He gasped, looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She just shook her head at him.

“You’re really disappointing me tonight, Eds.” He frowned deeply at her words, his fists clenching at his sides now. She just nodded.

“Mmhmm, I guess I’m gonna have to teach you a little lesson, huh? Gotta learn how to be a good boy for me.” As she spoke, she walked over to one side of the bed, crawling up onto the mattress and swinging her leg over his body to straddle his stomach. His hands instinctively went to the plush of her hips but she was quick to grab his wrists, pinning them together above his head before she grabbed what she had retrieved from the bathroom. When Eddie realized what she was doing with her ripped pantyhose he groaned low in his throat.

“P-please, baby. You don’t have to do that. I promise– I’ll be good for you.” She sighed, finishing up tying his wrists together and to one of the wooden slats of their headboard, his hands dangling limply from the bind. She skated her fingertips down his cheek, tracing his jaw as she studied his face.

“Color, Eds?” His reply came out sounding rather hoarse.

“Green, I’m green.” She grinned, dipping down to suck harsh bruises into his collar bones before trailing her lips up to his ear.

“Here’s how this is gonna work, baby. First, because you were so needy for my pussy all day, I’m gonna give it to you.” She pulled back slightly to study his face, an obvious expression of surprise there. She giggled.

“That’s right, Eds. I’m gonna ride your face. And you’re gonna make me come as many times as I want. And then, if I think you’ve learned your lesson, maybe I’ll play with your pretty cock.” His eyes rolled back in his head at her words. She lightly slapped his cheek to get his attention back on her.

“Is that clear?” He nodded, swallowing hard.

“Yes.” She smacked him a little harder, his head jilting to the side with the impact. He groaned at her movements.

“You know better than that. Try again, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She laid a chaste kiss to his lips before starting to shift up his body, finally straddling his head and holding onto their headboard to keep herself steady. 

Eager as ever, Eddie was already craning his neck to swipe his tongue through her folds, causing her to let out a breathy sigh. She slowly started to let her hips grind down into his mouth as he worked her over with his tongue, suckling and swiping at her clit before dipping to her hole to lap up the wetness that was quickly pooling there. He fucked her with his tongue, letting her grind down on his chin, his nose notching deliciously against her clit with every bounce. She was a mess of moans above him, bringing one of her hands to play with her nipples as her head fell back in pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, letting out sweet little grunts and groans that sent thrums through her cunt. She glanced back behind her shoulder to see that his hips were weakly jolting into the air, his weeping cock an angry red color as it smeared pre-come all over his clenched tummy.

“Doing so good for me, baby– fuck, my good boy.” She could feel that thread of pleasure pulling taut, ready to snap as she rode his face. The room was a cacophony of the sloppy, wet noises of Eddie mouthing at her cunt, laid over her low moans and the sound of the bed creaking with each bounce. She came with a harsh cry, her hand reaching down to dig her fingers into his mussed curls. 

“Think you can give me another one like this, pretty boy?” His eyes that had been furrowed shut blew wide open as he hummed into her cunt, nodding his head as best he could surrounded by the thickness of her thighs. 

She grinned, her hips starting to twitch from the sensitivity as she kept swiveling on his mouth. He licked up into her again and she squealed, starting to fuck down onto his tongue as she trained her eyes on the way his hands were flexing against the restraints. She mused for a moment that those pantyhose would be shredded by the end of the night, but her thoughts were quickly blurred by the way he was now sucking at her clit. Her second orgasm wasn’t far away, not with the depraved way he was licking into her like he needed it more than air. Her belly clenched as she tipped over the edge for a second time, a broken yelp resounding through their bedroom as she tugged harshly on his hair. Her chest was heaving, sweat starting to pool in the hollow of her throat.

“Got a perfect mouth, Eds. Just have to give it something to do besides talk back, hmm?” 

Her thighs shook as she lifted off his face, revealing his panting, fucked-out expression all coated in her slick. She slid down his body, once again straddling his stomach, her ass just barely brushing the tip of his leaking cock. Eddie tugged hard on his restraints, licking his lips with a salacious smack as his eyes darted all over her flushed body.

“Fuck– taste s’good, baby. Please–” His words came out slurred, cutting off in a sharp gasp when she sank back to drag the heat of her cunt along the underside of his cock. She shushed his whines, dragging her nails down his chest before finding purchase pressing into the firm softness of his stomach as she started to rock against him.

“Love it when you beg, Eds. You’ve been so good for me. Tell me what you want, baby.” They both gasped when the head of his cock notched at her entrance, but she was quick to slip away, making him whine.

“Want you– fuck– want your pussy– p-please–” She hummed, tilting her head as she looked down at his practically pained expression.

“Aw, but you’ve got my pussy, baby. Don’t you like how this feels?” She swirled her hips over his tip again, making him throw his head back into the pillows and let out a low curse.

“N-no– wanna be inside– please, baby– wanna fuck you.” Her hips stilled in their movement as she scoffed.

“You wanna fuck me? I don’t think so, champ.” She acted like she was going to get up off of him but he let out a pathetic whine that made her stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I meant– I– you– fuck me– want you to fuck me, please.” She grinned at his deep frown, the way his chest was heaving in frustration. She brought one hand to hold his jaw, keeping his gaze fixed on her.

“You think you deserve that, Eds? After you were such a brat?” She could see his Adam's apple bob with a gulp, his eyes swimming in unshed tears.

“Never be bad for you again, baby– just, fuck– please fuck me– I need you– please, please.” She shushed his blubbering, laying a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

“You know I love it when you beg, pretty boy.” With that, she reached back, fisting his cock and guiding it through her folds before sinking down onto him in one stroke. The sound Eddie let out was inhuman, a broken warble in his throat as his hips immediately jolted up into hers, causing her to gasp as she pressed her palms into his chest to steady herself. She would have chastised him for his movement, but she had also worked herself up with all her teasing, and the feeling of his thick length filling her up was too good to care as she started ruthlessly bouncing down onto him. Eddie, meanwhile, was a blubbering mess.

“Shit, shit– s’good, so fucking good– thank you, thank you, thank you– jesus–” She snickered around a moan.

“Not quite, Eds. Be a good boy and say my name, huh? Who’s making you feel so good?” He let out a breathy chant of her name, eyes glued to the way her tits jiggled with each bounce of her hips. There was still a deep pout on his face and she brought her hand to thumb at the frown. Eddie huffed.

“Want a kiss, please.” She couldn’t help but indulge his petulant words, leaning down and meeting him in a tangle of tongues and clicking teeth that made him groan beneath her. She could tell he was getting close, with the way his breath was coming out in little gasps and his hips were trying to chase after hers. She pulled away, eliciting another whine from him.

“You close, Eds?” He nodded jerkily, letting out a pitched “mmhmm.” She sneered.

“Better not come until I say so.” His eyes went wide, pleading, but she shook her head at him.

“Good boys don’t come until they’re told to– fuck– thought you were my good boy, baby.” His hands yanked against his restraints again as he stammered out a reply.

“I am, I am! I’m your good boy– shit– please– let me come– please, baby.” She shook her head again, grinding her hips down hard into his pelvis, his dick hitting that perfect spot inside her that had her eyes rolling back. Apparently, it was good for Eddie too, as he let out a broken cry and she felt the warmth of him flooding her walls. Tears started to fall from his eyes, his lashes going sticky as he writhed under her and just kept coming. She gripped his jaw harshly, smushing his cheeks together.

“Someone just can’t listen to directions. It’s ok, baby, I forgive you.” He let out a whimpered “you do?” and she laughed at his pitiful state.

“Mmhmm, I got you too worked up. Unfortunately, you’re just gonna have to take it like this now.” With that, she picked up bouncing on his still-hard dick, causing him to let out a broken cry as his hips twitched and jerked in sensitivity. 

“Fuck! S’too much, baby– you gotta stop– I can’t– shit!” She squeezed his sides.

“Color?” His reply was a gasped-out “green.” She smiled, continuing to grind on him as she brought her one hand down to play with her clit. Eddie was practically sobbing at that point, hiccuping on breaths as she rode him for all he was worth. He had enough sense left in him to keep tugging at his wrists.

“P-please– let me touch you, baby– make you feel so good– fuck– please.” Nearly on the edge of pleasure, she finally listened to his pleas, reaching up and untying his wrists. His hands were on her in an instant, one squeezing the swell of her ass as the other moved to her belly, thumb starting to harshly swipe at her clit.

“Fuck, Eds– so good for me– feel so good– just like that.” She came with a shrill yelp, hips stilling over his as she collapsed on top of him. He stroked his hands up and down her back as she shuddered through her high. Finally catching her breath, she pressed up to look at him, laying a quick kiss to his lips. They both whispered a small “hi” to each other, hazy smiles on both their faces. He winced hard, hissing as she pulled off him. The milky mixture of both their releases immediately started dribbling out of her, smearing over his stomach. She groaned at the sight, quickly swinging her leg over to rest on her side next to him. 

“Was that ok for you, Eds?” He huffed out an incredulous laugh, flopping back against the mattress.

“More than ok. You rocked my world, sweetheart.” She giggled at his dramatics, but he cleared his throat, not done speaking.

“I’m sorry. For not listening, and for ruining your tights. I just– fuck– can’t get enough of you sometimes.” She sighed, brushing his dampened curls out of his face.

“I forgive you, baby. I think we both just need to work a little on communicating, you know? Telling each other what we need. And figuring out compromises.” He hummed at that, leaning over to lay a kiss on her lips. She smiled against his mouth.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty boy.”

Hot water restored, they showered together, taking care of each other with tender touches and shared grins. Eddie let her wash his hair, practically purring as she dug her fingers through his roots, and he in turn carefully soaped every inch of her skin, laying kisses as the suds were rinsed away. All clean, they moved in tandem, he offering her one of his shirts to slip on as he shrugged on a fresh pair of boxers. They snuggled together in bed and she rubbed some of her lotion into his reddened wrists, the lavender kind that he liked the smell of. Finally, they both slumped into each other, bones all but liquid after the night they had. She rested her cheek on his bare chest, tracing his tattoos lightly. Eddie cleared his throat and she tilted her head up to look at him.

“I’ll, uh, get you more tights tomorrow, sweetheart.” She smiled, craning her neck to press a lazy kiss to his lips. He sighed.

“Might have to get you a few more pairs actually. Because that little wrist trick you pulled? Yeah, I’d like that again.” She laughed, settling back into his chest.

“Well, that can be arranged, Eds. Just get some of the cheap kind. You can ruin as many pairs of those as you want.” 

“Now that is a tempting offer.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

[night-market-if]

Dev Blog 7/1/23

Hello my reader!

I'm here with a mini development blog for you all. So far I have added to the base game something like 40k more words. This is not including coding. I have also cleaned up some code errors that wouldn't let you get past the Deep, and negated a conversation with Hazel in the last chapter.

All I have left now is a clean up of some minor name codes and the editing of all the NSFW scenes. Then I can have a few people beta it and I can redo the UI of the game.

I would also like to say that the asexual route within the game is going to change a bit. The more I have learned about asexuality, the more it has come to my attention that there are a vast amount of ways that this can be represented. So, I have decided to address this by allowing an option to have a conversation about this with your RO before any NSFW scene. It can be that the MC doesn't like sex at all to the MC not opposed to it when it feels right. I know this is going to not satisfy some people but this is kind of what I feel comfortable writing. I feel like, at this point in my writing career, I just don't know how to approach it in the variation that asexuality actually is. That might change as I continue writing but for now, that's how I would like to keep it.

That being said, the sexuality code in general has also changed. You no longer have a code saying you are attracted to just men or just women. You can flirt with whoever you want without consequence. You can also deny anyone you want without consequence. Instead, I will just be coding in when you choose which RO you wish to explore the Night Market with. Polys will of course come after all of that. I felt this was also a fair representation. If you are someone who does not want to flirt with a certain gender, then don't chose the flirt options for it. It will then not open any of the flirtation scenes. Or, you know, tell Milo and Bella to just back off. :)

Now onto some personal stuff.

I am stressed. I mean, like really stressed. I thought I would have everything done by today and I am not done. Mainly, I feel bad for my Kickstarter backers. I have so much I owe them and everything is only in about the 70% done area. I am so sorry guys. I have been beating myself up over this for a while now when it became clear that this was far more work than I thought. It's crazy to me. I'm absent from Tumblr and Discord at this point and yet I have been busier with work than I've ever been.

I'm also terrified I'm just not doing enough to the base game. Things that I thought would fit great, ended up not fitting at all. Things that I thought would be an easy addition turned out to be way out of the realm of my capability. It's just all been a learning experience where I've felt like I'm letting you guys down.

And at the end of the day? I really just want to write Book 2.

I know I owe no one an explanation. I've just had this weird feeling I've had to battle the last few months where I am feeling like I have to choose between my family life and my work life. And I hate it. My husband took two weeks off work just so I could work like crazy and I am still not done which is bothering me. Which means weekends are sometimes spent not with my kids but instead working away again. And, because we are a split family, it isn't always like I can make up for this time mid week.

I'm not really looking for advice on this. I'm just kind of trying to be transparent. The stress is for sure getting to me and believe me, I am looking forward to this going up on Steam more than anyone at this point. And then I'm sure I'll spiral because I'll be certain somehow barely anyone will buy it. LOL! But hey, at least I just got two more cats to add to my life. They can purr away my stress that night.

That's everything guys. Thank you for being who you are and I promise you, I am taking care o myself. I'm just a stressed person by nature, I think.

I hope everyone else is having a good summer and you all are getting some wonderful reading time in. If you celebrate the 4th, here's to hoping you have lots of good food that day!

With love,

Zinnia

#dev blog #writing #interactive fiction #personal life #the night market

[elvisabutler]

gravity

summary: once upon a time there was elvis, priscilla and you. nowadays there is elvis. there is priscilla. and there is you. priscilla has always been good at talking you into things and you miss them both. he's missed the two of you. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x olivia dejonge priscilla x female reader rating: m word count: 3232 not even remotely talking about it. it happened alright? warnings: sex toys. threesomes. talk of linda thompson and ginger alden. older/later elvis described/implied. sugar baby/sugar mama and daddy dynamic. reader is called sugar exclusively. mild dom/sub. masturbation ( m ). p in v sex ( implied, referenced ). i think that might be everything, christ y'all i don't know it's almost 11PM. author's note: welcome to day 22 of kinktober, sex toys with austin elvis and olivia priscilla. consider this a spiritual successor to gunmetal and the two bondage threesomes i did for my 500 follower celebration. also this truly is supposed to be austin elvis and olivia priscilla but the problem with me picking this point is that i have way too much wiggle room to err this mildly on real elvis. i am so sorry anon i truly do owe you a redo on this. also mild suggestion, listen to gravity by sara bareilles while reading this for extra vibes.

Priscilla could always talk you into things that Elvis couldn't. She had realized this long before he did, a fact that through the years you had found yourself incredibly thankful for on more than one occasion. Her requests were simple- perhaps a consequence of being on the receiving end of Elvis's off the wall requests- and it makes easy to tell her yes. Even after the three of you were not an- item- a threesome- you don't know the name for what the three of you were- you'd still jump if your former sugar mama asked. She knew never to ask you about Elvis because as much as she hurt from their divorce she still was able to be his friend, be with him in ways you couldn't. It was normal for his ex wife to visit him, to see him at a tour date or at the International.

They had Lisa, it made sense for them to be on good terms, to keep in far more contact that you and him to keep in contact. You were only someone to Elvis and Priscilla. The Memphis Mafia knew you, of course, no one was around Graceland or around the Elvis's rooms at the International without seeing him with "the best girls a man could ask for" on his arms. They knew you but much like an actual mafia, they weren't about to spill the beans and let everyone else know the secret. That secret that Elvis Presley, the boy who got everyone up in arms with his gyrations in the 50s and became a family man in the 60s had been carrying on with his wife and their girlfriend since the 60s only to break up with her the same time he divorced his wife. Priscilla gets a mink coat, Elvis gets a Rolls Royce and you get nothing but regret and a friendship with one of your exes.

Priscilla knows that the anniversary of when you were on the bus and she came across you is coming up, the time she considers when you all started this. She also knows that she's going to make her usual trip to visit Elvis around that time. She's worried about him, truly, this feels different than when they divorced. This feels different than the year after. This feels different than that moment when he took her offer of going to rest and didn't. Linda's gone and he's got Ginger now, but it's still- she's worried. It's that worry that prompts her to call you, call you so that she has company on this adventure.

"Sugar." She uses a name she hasn't used in over two years to talk to you, to ensnare you into this plan. "I know you haven't seen him since I left and you left but I think he could use the company. He-"

You cut her off. "Misses me? Prissy- He's moved on, I've moved on, you two can keep doing whatever it is you two do, that's- you're his ex-wife. I'm not."

Priscilla frowns on her end of the phone call and sighs. "You might as well have been, Sugar, I am not hanging up the phone until you agree to come. You were my- You were our sugar and look at the calendar."

There's a pause on your end as you glance at the calendar by your phone. You know this date like the back of your hand, you had a date with a bottle of wine for this date. When you finally speak your voice is barely above a whisper. "I'll come."

Elvis has put on weight, that's the unfortunate first conclusion you make when you see him in the doorway of the room. You could have sworn he had a tour date or two around this time and so you had been prepared to have this be a meeting at a hotel room. At a neutral ground that didn't have so many memories it threatened to choke you. Then again- maybe this was better. Priscilla had already told you that these meeting with Elvis always seemed to turn sexual, not that she ever meant for them to, but it just happened. You find that it doesn't fill you with dread like you thought it would. In fact, a part of you feels excited, you have a boyfriend but the way you felt between Elvis and Priscilla and their attention- that's a feeling you've yet to experience again.

Elvis doesn't notice you at first, focusing on Priscilla with a grin that lights up his face and arms open for a hug. "'Cilla. Thought you were gonna be too busy for me? Thought I was gonna have t' spend today by myself."

"Fire eyes, you know I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't do it to you last year, did I?" She slides into his waiting arms, allowing him to engulf her in a hug she craved so much in the last bit of their marriage but he willingly gave after their divorce.

"Ya didn't. Kept me company and let me-" He trails off, noticing you standing behind Priscilla finally looking better than he swears you did all those years ago when he found you on a movie set. "Sugar."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from tearing up, your eyes drifting up and down his form. He's still the same man you fell in love with as a naive 19 year old, just older, more worn by time just like you were and like Priscilla was. You understand why Priscilla is worried, you've kept up with the tabloids and somehow seeing it in person- puts it in perspective. Maybe it's just that he's becoming more comfortable with himself, maybe he's embracing his age, but you see how he winces a little when moving toward you, and hear a noise coming from his knee. Life is catching up to him too fast.

His arms envelop you in a hug that reminds you of every hug you've ever gotten from him. It's overwhelming how he invades your senses and you're reminded just how much he overpowers you even when you're not like Priscilla. Your body sags against his as you wrap your arms around him and you swear you feel a tension in him disintegrate as you hold him close. "You ain't a dream, are ya? 'Cilla doesn't let me take sleepin' meds when she's here, and my dreams- they get a little funny, Sugar."

You shake your head against his chest, refusing to pull away as he holds you tighter at the answer. "Good. I- That's good, come- no wonder she told me to bring all this stuff in here. Thought she was up ta somethin'."

That finally has you pulling away and raising an eyebrow. "What did she have you bring into the room, Elvis?" Your eyes shift to Priscilla. "What do you have planned?"

Elvis pulls both of you into the room, shutting the door behind him and gestures to the bed where you see a Hitachi Magic Wand, well two of them and a few dildos. Your eyes then dart to the video recorder and you groan. "Priscilla Ann Beaulieu, you got me here under false pretenses, I'm not-"

"Sugar." Elvis's voice rumbles behind you and you have to stop your knees from buckling underneath you. Elvis's arm wraps around your torso as you sway just a little, holding you steady. "Don't talk back to 'Cilla."

He feels warm, like a furnace that threatens to burn everyone around him. It's been so long since you've had him, had Priscilla like this that you allow yourself a moment to inhale the scent of him. The trace of a cigar, the sweet hint of Pepsi and the unique smell of his sweat. It's then that you lean back a little, allowing Elvis to just hold you against him as Priscilla moves in front of you and cups your breasts.

"She was right, E. I didn't warn her you might want to video tape this." Priscilla murmurs, placing a kiss against your neck, as you loll it back against Elvis's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Sugar, I didn't- I wanted you to come. I wanted him to see both of us again." She looks up at him and sees him just breathing slowly against you, his chest rising and falling in his robe. She's reminded of how much she loved- and still probably loves this man. His grip loosens on you under Priscilla's gaze.

"I wanted t' see ya." He admits, his breath ghosting against your ear as he leans his head down just a bit. "Ya know how she gets, all determined when she thinks it'll do everyone some good."

The meaning of his words isn't lost on you, it's him acknowledging that Priscilla- Priscilla with her maybe healthy relationship outside of this got out the best. He's a close second with two other relationships under his belt but you- you got the short end of the stick by running off. Priscilla and him maybe shouldn't be as close as they still are as exes- Lisa or not- but it does them some good. Priscilla seems a little happier and relaxed when she calls you after a visit and you know some of Elvis's best shows lately have happened after Priscilla saw him.

"She missed us." The three of you. "Not just you."

"She's ain't the only one." His hand moves down to your pants, cupping your mound just slightly. "You miss me?"

A hum is the only answer you trust yourself to give him, the only answer that feels right in the moment as you start to feel overwhelmed just being sandwiched in between your favorite people on the planet- your former lovers- your former everything. You register the three of you moving to the bed, Priscilla first letting herself plop down and pulling you down to sit next to her before you find both of you looking up at Elvis. It's reminiscent of so many other times you both were like this that you can't help the way your body involuntarily shudders at the memory.

"I ain't-" Elvis pauses, moving to cup your cheek with one hand. "I ain't fucking ya tonight. Goddamn if I don't wanna, but 've had a rough week. 'Cilla knows I can't-" He looks away, looking like he's younger than his years for a moment. "It's not- I can't do it every night. And 'm sorry you caught me on a bad night."

His apology forces you out of your minor stupor before you shake your head asking the question that's been on your mind since you saw everything on the bed. "Then what are you doing, Elvis?"

Priscilla answers before he does, grabbing one of the wands and turning it on, allowing you to feel the vibrations through your shirt as she runs it across your chest. "It's what I'm doing. What we're doing. The toys are for us to play with while he watches."

You notice that Elvis has moved to behind the camera and untied his robe, allowing you to see just how his body has changed. It's like your eyes are drawn to him just like they've always been, cataloging every stretch mark, every bit of skin that wasn't there before- or didn't look like that before the divorce and everything in between. His chest hair is the last thing you dwell on and it's then that he clears his throat. "I know I'm not the same-"

You cut him off, knowing where this is headed and you can feel Priscilla frowning. "There isn't anyone in this room who is, Da- Elvis." Daddy almost slipped off your tongue and you have to pause to collect yourself. "'Cilla has her marks, I've got some and maybe I'll get some others to match hers soon enough."

Elvis's eyes narrow at the implication before he purses his lips. "You'll let me see them?"

A no is on the tip of your tongue but he looks like- you want to give him a chance here, you want to make him happy. So you lie. "Of course."

His lips quirk into a smile as he moves to turn on the camera only to stop short. "Can I tape this, Sugar? You don't have t' say yes but I miss you both somethin' fierce and Ginger- she- she knows how I am."

You should tell him no, you should tell him that it makes you uncomfortable to know he'll have something like that of you and Priscilla but you don't. You remember that Elvis made sure to file the divorce papers to protect a woman he should hate, a woman who left him. You remember how many times he had to talk to a newspaper to keep you and him and Priscilla out of the gossip pages. You remember all these things and wonder why you should worry. "Yeah. It'll be like those photos, remember?"

His answering groan and the way you swear you see his cock swell makes you grin before you feel Priscilla's hands moving toward your shirt to unbutton it.

It takes time for you and Priscilla to undress, Elvis needing only to pull open his robe as he sank into the chair facing you two. His eyes watch you both, watch how your hands move to pull down bra straps and unbutton pants. You're wearing stockings under those pants and both he and Priscilla groan as she kisses your leg, pulling them down ever so slowly. When you're both finally undressed you toy with the wand in your hand, debating where you'd like to start with Priscilla as she focuses the vibrating effect on your chest. You feel your arousal flood you, cursing the fact that Priscilla knows you enjoy your nipples played with as you finally decide that her clit is the object of your desire, it's the thing you'll bring her down with. You're not prepared for the amount of wetness that greets you, causing the vibrations to be mildly muffled as you hear it. She keens just slightly, grinding on the toy just a little as you hear the telltale sign of Elvis's hand pumping his cock. You wonder if he has lube.

"You like this, don't you? Like seeing me and Cilla like this?" You ask as Priscila slides the toy down to your clit, earning a yelp from you and a hiss of her name. "'Cilla."

"Of course he likes it, Sugar. Don't you see him playing with his cock? See his thumb brushing the head. I know he wishes he could fuck you." She murmurs, before kissing you, pulling your lip in between her teeth and watching Elvis growl watching you both.

"Don't need to tease like that. Should have he fuck you with that dildo, Cilla. Not as big as me but t'll do fine, won't it?" His words have your cunt clenching as it faces him and the camera. "Or maybe you need to fuck our Sugar. Always such a hungry woman. Needed both of us t' satisfy her, didn't ya?"

If your eyes shut at that, shut at the memories that come flooding back of how well the two of them used you, no one comments on it instead choosing to watch as you grind yourself on the toy Priscilla has teasing your clit chasing some relief. "Please, please, let me come, please."

You shouldn't be pleading already, you think you've lasted longer before but maybe you're out of practice, maybe the fact that you haven't been with them for so long has you begging for a release you've needed for over two years. Maybe three, you've lost count at this point, not wanting to dwell on it. You hear Elvis's laugh as it vibrates in your skull.

"Ya've missed this, haven't ya? We've missed you-" He starts, his hand pumping faster and faster, wanting to show you how you've made him come faster than he has in a while. "Both my best girls. My favorite girls. Still my sugar. Still my girl."

Priscilla doesn't react to the praise as much as you do, knowing it's directed more toward you and she can't help but tease your entrance with a dildo while she whispers in your ear. "Our sugar. Come like you would for old times sake. Please? For me? Be my good girl? Be the girl who wrangled Elvis with me? Be my girl who we still both love so much?"

You come with a shout as Priscilla presses in the dildo, your orgasm dripping onto the sheets despite the object that could try and hold it back. You watch Elvis groan his own release onto the carpet and into his hands as your cunt continues to flutter around the toy. You want to clean it up like old times sake before you release Priscilla still needs to come, you had dropped her toy in the haze of your own orgasm and the only thing you find is one of the dildos you two hadn't touched. You take a moment to make sure he's looking at you before you allow yourself to use it to enter her, making sure the camera's view isn't obstructed. "Next time you want this just ask me, I'll give it to you, you're still my Sugar Mama, Cilla."

She whimpers at you, pulling you down for a kiss as you hear Elvis's pleased noises coming from the chair. You think it's a growl but you can't quite tell. All you know is that you've missed hearing it, missed feeling like you're going to explode from the love the two of them have for you and for each other. You don't know when Elvis got up from the chair but you feel his fingers as they pull out the toy only to replace them with his fingers. "Come on, Cilla, give Sugar what she wants from you. I'll let you taste her on my fingers afterward."

That does it for her as she arches just a bit off the bed, clenching around the dildo and grabbing for your hand, for your anything she can to steady herself. She finds both his hand and yours grabbing at them both before she opens her eyes and stares at you both, breathing heavily as she does. Elvis removes his fingers from you and puts them in Priscilla's mouth, as her hand just moves to stroke his stomach, something you find he doesn't seem to mind. It looks like it relaxes him. When his fingers leave her mouth with a pop, she smiles at you. "Taste as good as I remember, Sugar."

Later on that night, after Elvis had filled the tape full of the pair of you, you find yourself cuddled against him with Priscilla on the other side, tracing shapes on his torso as he cupped your own stomach. You're tired, all three of you are tired and it shows in how Elvis's words are slurred when he speaks against your hair, thinking you're asleep.

"You're still m' sugar. Just like 'Cilla is still m' girl. Wanted you to be m' sugar until ya got sick of me." He grip tightens on you. "Don't leave me just yet. Wait until the mornin'. Wait until we're all up. Don't make me wake up all alone."

You don't.

#austin butler elvis #austin butler #olivia dejonge #olivia dejonge priscilla #austin butler elvis x reader #austin elvis x olivia priscilla x reader #austin butler elvis smut #olivia dejonge priscilla x reader #austin butler elvis fanfic #elvis presley #i don't know i'm tired tags are hard. #ally's kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ally writes.

[atxxzist]

broken | c.s (final) preview

series m.list

pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 1.4k

dear y/n,

i am finally writing this letter. i’ve sat down many times attempting to do so, sometimes barely able to get through the first line and sometimes i’ll read the first paragraph i wrote only to throw it away, completely unsatisfied. but it’s been four years–at least at the time that i’m writing this–that i’ve last seen you. four years since we saw each other and we probably won’t for a very long time, if ever.

it would be a miracle for me if i was to ever cross paths with you even just one more time, but it would be a tragedy for you because i’d like to think fate wouldn’t be so cruel to put you through that. so i write this letter with the thought that you would most likely never see it, but i did promise myself that if fate really is that cruel and we were to cross paths again, i would give it to you. it’s a bit selfish of me, but it’s because i know the chance of ever seeing you again is close to none. but it’s also everything i’ve ever wanted to tell you; say to you. i want to apologize sincerely, even though it’s a little too late. in a way, this letter is also an outlet for me and my thoughts.

it’s been about a year since i’ve graduated and around this time of the year, i always get a little sentimental. could be because i’m so far away from home so it’s only natural, but i know it’s because it’s summer and i tend to associate the season with you. we did a lot together and you opened some parts of me i couldn’t say or admit at the time.

you would always used to tell me to just try whenever i didn’t see the worth in doing something and i honestly just dismissed it because it sounded silly and quite cliche. i thought it was ironic coming from someone so shy and timid who always looked at the world with so much fear in her eyes. now, i’m starting to understand the amount of courage it must've taken you to even go out of your comfort zone. i realized, i was so much of a coward in comparison despite thinking i was the hottest shit at the time.

i always ran, but you never did. i was so scared of anything new and unfamiliar but you always faced them even when there's a likely chance of failure. i treated you like shit and you still wanted to love me. i think about it often... why are you this way? but i won't ever know because i never put in the efforts to get to know you beyond what you could offer me. you always asked about me but i never did the same in return.

if i could redo everything, i would want to hear your story. i would love to read anything you write. i said i would, but i never did.

i'm in the states, i'm sure somewhat and somehow you probably already know that (or you probably don't because you don't care anymore, which is fair). i left right before the start of the second semester during sophomore year. it was a big decision for sure, but i needed the change. things were already getting stale and repetitive, and you know me... i am not one to stick in one place for too long. i will always run, and so i ran to the states to live with my sister.

other than the fact i was born there and half of my family resides there, at that point, there was nothing left for me in korea. i didn't have much to lose if i were to fly across an ocean and start anew.

wooyoung had already cut contact with me by then and any friends close to genuine i've ever had were all from associations with him. soon after, i realized anyone i still talked to were all phonies who i only hung around during parties and stupid rendezvous, with the exception of jongho. he got into yonsei, by the way. if you didn't see him pestering you on campus, you probably already picked that up. he sent me a message a few months ago to come back and attend his graduation but i told him to fuck off because he didn't attend mine either. good for him, though. he's a smart kid.

but yeah. wooyoung's a good person even if he grew up privileged. it's what makes him such a people magnet. he was the most genuine friend i've ever had and the one who stuck by me for the longest. i really took him for granted and it only hit me when i lost him.

you are fortunate to have someone like mingi and yunho who seems very protective. i was a little scared when wooyoung warned me about mingi because he threatened to knock me out if he ever sees me. he's much taller than me, so i don't doubt it.

i know i sound miserable so far, but i am actually doing pretty okay... unfortunately. you probably don't want to hear that and wish i was suffering, but i've suffered for maybe two and a half years before i finally felt somewhat content and okay, if that will make you feel any better.

the states is different and the people are as well. i've got to experience a lot of new things for a change.

when i transferred, i still didn't know what to do. the clock was ticking and there was only so little time before i had to pick a field. i ended up going into dance performance, and of course i thought of you. when i found a passion for it again, i thought of you. and when i graduated last year with a fine arts degree, i thought of you... all because i knew you would be the happiest to hear about it.

whenever anyone asked me why i don't want to come back home, i would always tell them what i told you: because there's nothing left there for me. but one of the biggest reasons why i didn't want to come back was because it reminded me of you too much. that, coupled with other factors, just makes it so much harder for me to want to return. it feels like reopening old emotional wounds that i have no one else to blame for but myself.

but my junior year, i met someone named yeonjun because we shared the same major. i get nostalgic sometimes because he often reminded me of wooyoung. speaking of wooyoung again, i sent him a similar letter but in email form a while ago, though not as long, and he said he was happy to hear from me again. i wasn't sure if he was going to reply at all because it was an old email and i assumed he probably wanted nothing to do with me and that was official. but he replied pretty fast and said if i ever returned to korea, he doesn't mind catching up. he went into business and said it's something he actually really enjoys.

yeonjun is cool though, and like a less annoying version of wooyoung. he was also a transfer but had been here longer than i have. he met his girlfriend online who's living in south korea and so after he graduated, he went back right away and said he was going to attempt to open his own studio. just about a month ago, he called me and said it's almost done and he would be recruiting. he wants me to come back and help him and i've been giving it some consideration because i'm not doing much here back at the states either.

i was hesitant at first, of course. all for the reasons i've already stated, but all i ever do i run and even i'm growing tired of it. no matter how many bad memories the place holds, it is still home and my motherland after all.

anyways, i apologize for rambling. the letter is getting way too long, but my point is, i might've started liking you at one point. not in the casual way that our relationship was, but actually really like you. i don't know. now that i'm older, it's true that the love you've given me was something i was not ready for at that time and age. and now, it's everything i wish i have. funny how time really does change a person.

i hope you are doing good for yourself, and i'm so sorry if you ever get the chance to read this letter.

-- choi san

#no pic bc i can't spoil the moodboard #san x reader #choi san x reader #ateez angst #fic: broken

[fortunatetragedy]

Forch, how do your guys know they are in a time loop in your story?

it's my favorite wax hello! <33333

so it's funny you should ask: until about 2/3 of the way through the novel they don't.

behold! the back of my door! the prologue and hofer are both walking spoilers so i've tried to mitigate the damage a bit.

there aren't a ton of rules bc i am a lazy world-builder but the rules i've identified are as follows and i think are foreshadowed if not all-capsed in the prologue:

sullivan is a fixed point

if sullivan dies before stopping powell from summoning a god-spirit, the loop restarts

anyone who dies has their memory of the previous loop wiped

it's possible to recall the previous loop through physical contact with a fixed point

the first row of post-it notes shows a reset point, which corresponds to flashback chapters in book 1.

(there was a mini-reset in january 1873 but that had nothing to do with them trying to stop dr. powell lol.)

you can see how many times they had to redo each loop based on the number of post-it notes. and it's arranged so you can see how far they got on the timeline each time.

(tangential fun fact in the spirit of #thirsty thursday: i've done the math and by the time we join them in book 1, if you filter out all the time they were separated bc army red tape and royston needing assistance to write a letter, sullivan and royston were together for six years. royston, metaphysically, feels like they've been together for nine years or smth ridiculous like that bc he counts the year they were separated and sullivan doesn't. on paper it's eight months. i have not done the math on sullivan and hofer's friendship bc other than the four months sullivan was in the clink, they were not separated. those two dicks would feel like they've known each other for 25 years if they could remember anything LOL.)

bail out here if you don't want book 1 spoilers:

a couple things happen in this loop:

we learn hofer did something in a previous loop that has caused him to be permanently unable to recall previous loops even if he survives unless condition #3 is active.

royston gains the ability to retain his memory between loops whether he dies or not

we learn who's okay with abusing rules #2 and #4 to stack information for the next loop

sullivan establishes he has an 88% chance of dying and isn't exempt from the memory wiping rule even if he's a fixed point bc he's a human being and i'm a dick

once they figure out in the final 1874 iteration around p. 420 that royston will remember everything that happened, the "flashback" chapters become "flash forward" chapters, as they take place in the locked-in 1873 and haven't happened yet bc we're still down in hell with the boys on a saturday night.

so abstract: they don't lol

summary: well they don't at first but then they figure out the rules and turns out only royston knows they're in a time loop great we're fucked.

#deanwax #inbox #this was such a good question ty <3 #doom metal love story #book 1 spoilers

[peccaberry]

Okay so I'm sure by now a lot of my followers are aware that I lost my LOA file when my switch decided to fry itself and I've started a new file right? Well I was kinda bummed about just having to redo everything the normal way so I decided to have some fun (read: completely waste my time) and do a little challenge.

I wanted to see how far up the ranks it was possible to go with just the first unlocked area of Obsidian Fieldlands and it turns out the answer is solidly "Rank 8" which is absolutely hilarious, especially when the poor guard asks to see if you're at least rank 1. Yeah buddy I think qualify...

Was this a huge waste of time? Absolutely. Was it important to me to figure out just how high ranking of a Galaxy team member you could be before even meeting a member of the Diamond/Pearl clans? Yes. Rank 8 is near the top of the possible rank you could hold and if anyone wants to use this fact in their fanfiction or whatever I just want you to know it's justified.

Your protag would have to be as absolutely batshit as I am and go through every single possible task as well as try to bait quite a few Magicarp and Gyradoes to shore with berries (something I'm very much not convinced was intended to be able to do from the shore of Lake Verity from how much the AI freaks out about it and how they are very rarely even close enough to even notice the berries)

For a visual reference of the surface area of Pokemon territory I had to work with here is a map with the areas I could go highlighted. I also never did any trading with anyone to be completely clear this was all just in game.

Most of it besides the lake baiting was pretty straightforward, lots of grinding and just checklist stuff but the most interesting thing was that while I managed to get plenty of fire stone drops from mining I only ever got one thunderstone.

This was really exciting for me because it allowed me to evolve an Eevee into a Jolteon and do the tasks for it which actually ended up being pretty vital to being able to finish this without trying to do more baiting for Magicarp/Gyradoes (a very difficult thing to pull off constantly tbh) but like.... Why just the one? I had assumed by that point only fire stone drops were even possible at this stage in the game but clearly that's not true. If anyone can explain that to me I'd be interested to hear it.

Anyway if you liked this and appreciate the effort please consider sharing this because I put an embarrassing amount of effort into it. Thank you 🙏

#peccaspeaks #pokemon #peccaplays #pokemon legends of arceus #pokedex #pokedex challenge #Hisui #Obsidian Fieldlands #pokemon fandom

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

So... Yeah. This was supposed to be a Christmas thing from the poll... I am so sorry. I got writer's block again, the end of the year was insane... Anyway.

Thank you for the love and patience. I hope you enjoy this.

Also, I am aware that Will and Baelish are played by the same actor, but we'll all pretend it's not the case XD

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Chapter 7

Arthur was downright chipper the next morning as he walked down the keep’s hallways. He’d left his chamber early, because he wasn’t convinced his wife wouldn’t smother him with a pillow.

Although he didn’t think that was much Sansa’s style.

She looked more like the type to poison his mead.

That was progress the night before, right? She’d allowed him a kiss -a damn good one, if he could say so -and she’d enjoyed it.

She had, right?

For a moment, the night before, he’d feared he’d pushed her too far. And when she’d said he could just do whatever he wanted…

Arthur had no illusions about how women were treated. He grew up in a brothel, he knew better than anyone how men considered women property at best, and objects at worst.

He’d grown up seeing strangers coming in and slapping the women around, all the while the owner of the house did nothing.

As soon as he was strong enough, Arthur killed the owner and took over the house. It wasn’t only a brothel after that, even though it was what most people thought it was. Many people and many products passed through there.

However, the women’s safety was Arthur’s top priority. There were no more slaps, no more violence. There was a choice.

The fact that Sansa believed she didn’t have one with him gutted him.

He’d been fun and lighthearted so far, because he thought it was just a case of him having to charm his wife and redo the mistakes of their wedding night.

The fact that Sansa was more than ready to just lay down and think of the North while he did whatever he wanted to her made his stomach churn.

Arthur had never been that kind of man, but his wife thought he might be.

And now he wondered if this was exclusively his fault -for the mess he’d done on their wedding night- or if there was something else.

“Morning, lads.” He grumbled as he entered the hall and found his men -his friends -around the table.

Losing Back Lack had been a fucking hard. He’d almost quit the whole thing just then.

However, Jon Snow hadn’t let him give up. While everyone else was fighting for that fucking ugly throne, Jon had kept only one thing in his mind: the Others. Jon didn’t care for crown or country, not when they could all die soon.

He’d only kept going because he believed in Snow, even if he believed in nothing else at that point.

Three years of war had been difficult, to say the least. However, Kay had also been right: this wasn’t a competition, and Sansa had certainly faced her own challenges.

The question then was… How bad had it been?

“I need a word with you, Goose Fat.”

The man gave him a look. Arthur guessed the nickname had worn thin after a while. “Yes?”

He cleared his throat. He trusted those men with his life, but he wasn’t sure if he should be discussing his wife in front of all of them. So Arthur indicated a corner of the hall with his head.

Bill said nothing as he got up and followed him.

When they took Camelot back from his uncle, Arthur left Bill there to receive Sansa and take care of things while he was out.

Bill had been there for a long time, enough that he’d know if something had happened.

“Yes?” Bill asked again.

“I know you have sent me letters and kept me posted on most things…” Arthur sighed. “But I need to ask you a question.”

Bill arched an eyebrow. “About?”

“My wife.” 

Bill frowned. “What about Lady Pendragon?”

“I was away for a long time…” Bill’s frown got even deeper. “And Sansa was without protection, and she is very beautiful…”

“Arthur…”

“Has anyone tried to take advantage of her while I was away?”

It was clearly not what Bill had been expecting. “For fuck’s sake.” He let out a long sigh. “I thought you were about to suggest your wife had been improper. Then I would have to hit you.”

That actually made Arthur smirk. “Oh, you were about to defend her honor.” He was amused.

“Lady Pendragon is a singular woman.” Bill said. “She is resilient, hard-working and smart, but also extremely kind. She is a good one.”

“It never crossed my mind that Sansa might have found a lover while I was away.” Arthur assured him, quite seriously. “My concern is whether someone came along who did not care about her opinion on the subject.”

Bill sighed. “I had promised her not to tell you this unless you asked me.”

“What?” Arthur demanded.

“Remember when I wrote you a letter, telling you about an execution?”

“Petyr Baelish?”

“Yes.” Bill confirmed.

Arthur did remember this. Bill had told him about Arya Stark coming out of nowhere and appearing in Camelot, and how she and Sansa executed a man by the name of Petyr Baelish for treason.

The details were unclear to him at the time, since he knew very little about the man, but Will had explained to him it had something to do with Sansa’s parents.

“So what exactly have you been hiding from me?” He arched an eyebrow.

“I did not hide anything.” Will, slippery as always, was quick to say. “I told you the truth, but one aspect of it I did conceal, because Lady Pendragon asked me to.”

Arthur snorted. “Out with it.”

“That Baelish… He was interested in her.” Will admitted.

“Excuse me?” Arthur crossed his arms.

“It was something really… Wrong. He was looking for Cat Stark’s shadow in Sansa.”

Arthur’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Did she know?”

“He came to Camelot as soon as she did.” Will said. “And at first I think she really thought he was trying to help, but it soon became clear he was not.”

“Did he do anything to her?” Arthur demanded.

“Not that I know of.” Will said. “I did have everyone here keeping an eye on him, and nobody reported anything. I had guards posted in front of Lady Pendragon’s chambers while he was around. As far as I know, what he did do was trying to poison her against you, her sister and anyone that came in between him and her.”

Arthur rubbed her temples. “Why did she ask you not to tell me about that part?”

“Well…” Will scratched his chin. “It was around that time when you were all marching up to Winterfell to fight against the walkers. Remember? We offered to let people camp here and you said no?”

Arthur had to think about that one for a minute. After all that time, many events started to get jumbled in his head. Honestly, he had no idea of dates or details for any of the many battles he’d fought since that mess started.

He finally nodded. “Yes, I remember. Snow convinced Queen Daenerys to fight the white walkers. We did not stop here because it did not make sense. We would have to go out of our way, and it was simpler to just keep going.”

Will hummed. “It was not how your wife saw it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She offered shelter, she offered to come to you and you said no.” Will arched an eyebrow. “Can you guess what she understood from that?”

Arthur groaned. “I did not mean it like that.”

“You two did not know each other.” Will’s tone was devoid of judgment. “And you did not correspond for the whole time you were away. Lady Pendragon had no way of knowing you or your motives, so… She chose to believe you did not care.”

“Fuck.” Arthur grunted.

“And since you did not care, you did not need to know, since it was settled.” Will concluded. “At least… That was what she told me.”

Arthur groaned once again. “Being married is difficult.”

Will snorted. “You have not seen anything yet, lad.” He eyed Arthur. “Have you tried talking to your wife?”

“No, never crossed my mind.” Arthur replied dryly. “Sansa is… Guarded.”

Will put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Arthur, I have seen you entering this very room with your arms wide open and tell your uncle to ‘fuck off’. You are not scared of your wife now, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Arthur wasn’t afraid of Sansa. He was afraid she’d never give him a chance, and his bluff from earlier might be true: he’d fall in love like an idiot and she wouldn’t meet him halfway.

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #au #game of thrones #sansa stark #king arthur legend of the sword #arthur pendragon #sansa x arthur #lady of all she touches

[zombeebunnie]

Game development Trembling Essence update:

Hello once again and welcome new followers! I am here with another update! This one might be slightly long but I condensed everything the best I could. :]

Things have been going pretty well with the progress of the game so far, there's a few more situations which are pretty much finished and lead into Day 4! Yay! :]

There were a few things I ran into that I fixed up while going through everything again. It felt like I was using an actual first aid kit! :] :

There was a certain imbalance where you'd lose HP in one situation but not the other in a specific route. I adjusted it by adding in some dialog and a small scene that gives an idea as to why that happens.

I found a glitch where a new scene from another route would continue into a alternate setting depending on what you choose. I gave it a small patch so it transitions smoothly.

A few adjustments were made to alternate dialog/possible ending that required a certain amount of closeness with Noah. I hadn't messed with it for a while until recently. When I looked through it, some of the alternate dialog had too much of a drastic reaction to the point it could get pretty confusing for the player. I re-wrote some of the dialog so that even if there's a difference in closeness, it's easier to understand.

I also had to heavily clean out a lot of outdated transitions since I didn't understand how to fully organize it at the time I wrote everything out back in early development. It was a little tedious but things are structured now!

Since I got rid of the font color change with Noah, I went back and adjusted some of the wording/font size. This is more of a quality of life change since some of it was all over the place.

All that's really left is a few more CG's that need a slight fix/redo and some sprites and it'll be done.

Speaking of CG's, I finished up some alternate ones and started placing them around. I cleaned up more dialog that was outdated so it matches what you visually see on the screen. I can't show much of them right now because spoilers and I'm still working on them, I have about 4-ish more to go!

And that's everything I have to report so far!

Thank you guys for your constant support and appreciation on what I'm working on, it doesn't go unnoticed! :,]

#TE updates #male yandere #visual novel #itch.io #dating sim #game development #illustration #yandere #horror game #indiegamedev #digital art #art #indiedev #indie games #horror games #survival horror #murder sim #gamedev #renpy #renpy game #interactive fiction #psychological horror #artwork #romance #trembling essence

[divine-donna]

hello! can i please request happy-end headcanons for alicent, helaena and aemond? happy end headcanonds in terms of them being happy and in love and alive and dance of dragons is far behind them if ever happened. just what it would be like and how would they be in the times of peace with their s/o. TBH i'm just dying to read some proper alicent relationship headcanons where she isn't miserable. let me know if something is wrong with what i requested.

hi! of course you may! i do find it a little funny that you request head canons for alicent when she isn't miserable, mostly because it feels like i have written quite a bit of stuff where she is miserable. but i'm happy to provide!

idk if this is exactly what you meant? but i’m happy to redo these head canons.

preamble

choosing to defy the former hand of the king was...well, it was a choice. even with criston’s confession, the queen simply shook her head. standing by rhaenyra was tough, especially when she knew the truth. but when the crown sat upon her best friend’s head, a sigh of relief had left her. rhaenyra does something unexpected from a queen: sparing the lives of her brothers and sisters. do they challenge her claim to the iron throne? yes. but they were not going to do any harm, not when she had legitimate targaryen children with daemon anyways. the waiting, the anticipation, was finally over. and perhaps a simpler, much more joyous life lied ahead.

alicent hightower

the way she hugged you so tightly when you were walking through the godswood. you have never felt such a tighter hug, heard such a loud cry. and she pulled her face away before pressing that long, hard kiss on your lips. you were very surprised and your kiss back was a bit delayed. but when she pulled away, you asked about the celebration. we are free! i am free! she had said. alicent hugged you tightly and then asked you something quite big: go to oldtown with her. she’s taking her kids too. you’ll become their second parent. and yes, you’ve grown up in king’s landing. but alicent was your one and only, the stars in the night sky. you laughed and told her you would go with her. she just kissed you again. you two would go back and spend all your days reading while she laid on your lap and played with your fingers.

“i have only visited oldtown. but every time i have visited, it has never felt like home. and then i realized it was because i was without you. so (y/n), come with me. come with me to oldtown. we can spend our days amongst books and paper and it will be just us.”

aemond targaryen

perhaps he still is bitter. you could tell by the way he clenches his jaw and digs his fingers in his arm. but when he got his vengeance, there was nothing but emptiness. his anger and bitterness still remained. something was missing. and aemond realized how much his desire for vengeance had consumed him when he sees luke say that a dornish soldier had taken out his eye. there was a brief look of exchange between them before rhaenyra cupped his face and told him she was grateful he was okay. an eye for an eye after all. you’re surprised to see him that night and the way he hugs you, burying his face within your chest. he stays there for a long time before pulling away. he asks you to come with him to oldtown. that is where his mother is going after all. you laugh, tell him you can’t exactly leave since you had a found family at the street of silk. but he shakes his head, asking you to come. vengeance was unfulfilling. but you? you made him feel fulfilled. and at this point, who was to care about him being with you? rhaenyra being queen already broke the social norms. people would begin to care less after all.

“i love you (y/n). i love you and i want you to come with me. come with me and be my spouse. we can start a family, start anew. dare i say we can even mount vhagar and leave this wretched place.”

helaena targaryen

helaena had always wanted to travel the world. but as a daughter to the king and queen, she was duty bound. until the day rhaenyra was crowned. she was a princess, yes. but there wasn’t anything for her to really...do. and her mother was going to oldtown. so with her mother’s permission (and a paper signed by her sister), she decides to leave and explore essos. she immediately runs to you, someone working on research. and she asks if you would want to join her in traveling across the narrow sea, see essos, and help her pursue her research in bugs. there were so many she had read about but never seen. and the shine in her eyes made you melt. so of course you said yes! who were you to deny your princess a journey across the narrow sea?

“where shall we go first (y/n)? shall we go to braavos? or lys? where do you need to go to complete your research? we can always go somewhere that suits the both of us. i am happy just being with you.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #team green #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[baileys-3]

Today's sneak peak is from Chapter 6. The end of Chapter 6. Which ends right before the second date.

Here's the current status: Chapter 12 (in the middle) - 58,500 words

Enjoy the Sneak Peak:

Then Lucy sees out of the corner of her eye that Tim is just rounding the corner at the other end of the office. She says goodbye to Aaron and Celina, "I'm going to call it a night."

Tim having seen her too, slows his pace a little until she is level with him, and they can both continue walking side by side.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't die. You owe me a redo on our date." Yes, he really does.

"It's what gave me the will to live." He didn't really say that now, did he? Lucy slows her pace and almost stops. She doesn't even have to look over at him to know he's grinning.

"In my mind, I'm hitting you right now." She's really doing that right now. He could have died and he's making a joke out of it.

“That's good to know." Whether she likes it or not, now she must grin too.

They continue towards the changing rooms.

"So. The n/naka it won't be today then."

"Rather not. I can only serve with jeans and a long-sleeved shirt."

"I guess something without a dress code then?" Their pace slow automatically, for the way to the dressing room is not far. Lucy thinks about it. It was some time ago, but on one of her night-shifts she had passed a food truck. It had immediately caught her eye. For it was on the edge of a small park. Tables were set up under trees and if she remembered correctly, there were also fairy lights. She would just have to check Maps again to find out exactly where it was.

"I know where we could go. I'll send you the location by mobile." She can hear the anticipation in her voice herself. "And whoever gets there first gets to order aaaand pay." She grins at him. Because she knows that one hundred percent he'll get there first.

He rolls his eyes. "Ah, Officer Chen. Always these safe bets."

"What, am I not worth a food truck meal to you already?" At that, she elbows him lightly in the side. "What a way to go down." And then she points her hand upwards. "High class yesterday." And then mimics the motion of a crash. "And today, only lower league."

"Well, what can I say?" But Lucy doesn't get to hear any more of what Tim is about to say, because Grey comes towards them.

"Tim, have you got a minute. I need a few more signatures from you. Because of the accident today."

"But of course, sir." Before he follows Grey, he winks at her again and raises his hands as if to apologize, grinning like a honey-cake horse. Okay, dinner would definitely be on her now. But in return, she gets to choose it.

#archive of our own #chenford #chenford fanfic #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford fic #tim x lucy #chenfordsource #ao3 #fanfiction working process #beginning to love this story

[the-blind-geisha]

Onward to 2024

I know I have a few days till the year ends but meh. I'll write it now!

This year was far more productive for me after the prior year tried to take me out several times. While my new found health issue which may or may not persist left me in a state to constantly produce stuff in worry I'd never get the chance, it was still nice to look at the WIPs I got done.

Having finished The Demon King of the Desert was my main goal. I was so happy to have it finished, and be it on AO3 or Wattpad, I am glad it was loved as it was. ♥ While I would love to go back, revise, and pimp it out to be something far more explored in some areas, I plan to wait a moment before doing so. The original ending was something a bit different and the beginning was so rushed because I only hoped it would be 10 chapters. But, well, things run away from me.

The characters are still very much alive in my heart, and who knows—maybe I'll do the in-between idea of what Demiurge and Gerdu were up to during their absences (as well as do a ref sheet of Gerdu).

I do want to work more on my Patreon. I wanted to work on one for years, and now I have reasons to work there behind the scenes.

While all my mature things will remain there, the rest will gradually become public. I do have some comics I want to work on, that'll begin there and slowly drift to public spaces in due time. ♥

The King of Boos as well as a few other scenes I'd love to turn into comics from my King Boo / Reader story will be there. Sadly, as it stands, the first one won't be released till I am done with You're the Inspiration. Just because of how the two coincide with one another a bit. But it will eventually!

Because of my desire to dive into my childhood once more, I will be working on a few things with Violetta, my new Mario OC, and maybe make a self-insert OC in general since I want to do something with Rosalina too. She's my queen, sorry. ;^;

In general, I want to get some comic-ing done. I love comics, even if they take me forever to do at times. I figure Patreon will be my go to!

I also have some monster stories (and ref sheets for some of my boys, gals, and in betweens) in the works. I just have a massive to-do list that's bigger than my backside, so stuff will come out as needed!

I will do my best to try and work on using my artist tablet more over my mouse. While I want to continue using my mouse just so a broken tablet can't stop me from ever doing digital art, I do want to try and feel comfortable using an artist tablet all the same. ♥

2023 really opened up a lot of ideas for me. I redid my reference sheets too, which I am glad I didn't get far in those, or I would have screamed at the many I'd have to redo. But I plan on redoing the old ones and moving to a better future with them.

Oreana and Ignatius' story will continue at some point as will another story I may put into comic format if I can draw creatures better again. ♥ It's an old idea inspired by a fanfic of epic craziness that I still have a fondness for that was done in my pre-net days when I was a kid.

Anywho! Hoping for a brighter, just as productive, new year! Stay safe, everyone, and thank you all for your support!

#i looked at oreo and iggy's story on AO3 #and was shocked people were subbing to it #whoops. sorry. i keep forgetting to go back! #i will return to it soon #and my demi/oc story will still be worked on #just gotta motivate myself! #much love my dears #mod talks