#Full Stat Developers

[venezart]

APPLE’S REJECTION OF META AI TOOLS: A STANCE ON PRIVACY AND SECURITY

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

people with their fave's extra hours of dialogue and double the romance scenes claiming the char in question wasn't l*rian's writers' pet... I can't this is a stupid fucking hill to die on and that is objectively provable there is a reddit thread where someone literally did the maths. You are just wrong and you need to shut up.

[vonlipvig]

ooh found some good guides for some suzerain runs i definitely wanna follow.

never mind that it says you need to manually modify the code to activate an event because it's bugged and i probably won't know how to do that and i will cry about it but HELL YEAH let's go for it!

[simkatu]

lap reading for infants & reading while infants nap on laps

free download on patreon

this mod adds two new interactions with infants:

sim reads a book to an infant sitting on their lap;

sim reads books and boosts skills while an infant naps on their lap.

requires the xml injector base game compatible

here's a look at the full animations:

male sims have the same animation, with a slight adjustment in leg position. both actions require a nearby couch, bench or living chair.  I didn't make the page-turning animation. i hope you don't mind — it would have made the process 10 times harder...

the books appear automatically. this is what a children's book looks like inside:

the adult book features cover art by illustrator daniel stolle. the children's book's exterior texture is artwork by ekatamandalIllustration. the children's book's inner texture features artwork by e. bauman and a. arinushkin.

lap reading

to start "lap reading", go to the "friendly..." -> "activities".

after the activity, both the adult and the baby gains increases in their "social" and "fun" stats, plus the following buffs:

reading while infants nap on laps

for this interaction, head over to the "baby care" menu -> "give baby a nap while reading...". you'll find several options here.

the "give a nap while reading fiction book" option only adds 'fun'. the other options add a smaller 'fun', but they help develop various skills (skills are only from the base game). the baby gains increases in "social" and "energy" stats.

after the action, both the adult and the child receive the following buffs:

note that if an infant has the 'hates being carried' trait, they will not receive the buff. similarly, an adult sim with the 'hates children' trait will not receive the buff.

i tried to make the action work for toddlers too, but i haven't figured out how yet. these interactions, like my previous mod "take a nap with infant", are based on the "give infant a nap" action. adapting them for toddlers requires deeper modding knowledge. i hope that either i or someone else in the modding community will figure out how to make it work in the future.

please let me know if you run into any issues while using the mod. i'm always happy to help, and your feedback is incredibly useful for fine-tuning it 🤍

i'm really proud of this mod! it's not perfect, but i'm happy with how it turned out, and i hope you find it both useful and fun.

[insertdisc5]

📚 A List Of Useful Websites When Making An RPG 📚

My timeloop RPG In Stars and Time is done! Which means I can clear all my ISAT gamedev related bookmarks. But I figured I would show them here, in case they can be useful to someone. These range from "useful to write a story/characters/world" to "these are SUPER rpgmaker focused and will help with the terrible math that comes with making a game".

This is what I used to make my RPG game, but it could be useful for writers, game devs of all genres, DMs, artists, what have you. YIPPEE

Writing (Names)

Behind The Name - Why don't you have this bookmarked already. Search for names and their meanings from all over the world!

Medieval Names Archive - Medieval names. Useful. For ME

City and Town Name Generator - Create "fake" names for cities, generated from datasets from any country you desire! I used those for the couple city names in ISAT. I say "fake" in quotes because some of them do end up being actual city names, especially for french generated ones. Don't forget to double check you're not 1. just taking a real city name or 2. using a word that's like, Very Bad, especially if you don't know the country you're taking inspiration from! Don't want to end up with Poopaville, USA

Writing (Words)

Onym - A website full of websites that are full of words. And by that I mean dictionaries, thesauruses, translators, glossaries, ways to mix up words, and way more. HIGHLY recommend checking this website out!!!

Moby Thesaurus - My thesaurus of choice!

Rhyme Zone - Find words that rhyme with others. Perfect for poets, lyricists, punmasters.

In Different Languages - Search for a word, have it translated in MANY different languages in one page.

ASSETS

In general, I will say: just look up what you want on itch.io. There are SO MANY assets for you to buy on itch.io. You want a font? You want a background? You want a sound effect? You want a plugin? A pixel base? An attack animation? A cool UI?!?!?! JUST GO ON ITCH.IO!!!!!!

Visual Assets (General)

Creative Market - Shop for all kinds of assets, from fonts to mockups to templates to brushes to WHATEVER YOU WANT

Velvetyne - Cool and weird fonts

Chevy Ray's Pixel Fonts - They're good fonts.

Contrast Checker - Stop making your text white when your background is lime green no one can read that shit babe!!!!!!

Visual Assets (Game Focused)

Interface In Game - Screenshots of UI (User Interfaces) from SO MANY GAMES. Shows you everything and you can just look at what every single menu in a game looks like. You can also sort them by game genre! GREAT reference!

Game UI Database - Same as above!

Sound Assets

Zapsplat, Freesound - There are many sound effect websites out there but those are the ones I saved. Royalty free!

Shapeforms - Paid packs for music and sounds and stuff.

Other

CloudConvert - Convert files into other files. MAKE THAT .AVI A .MOV

EZGifs - Make those gifs bigger. Smaller. Optimize them. Take a video and make it a gif. The Sky Is The Limit

Marketing

Press Kitty - Did not end up needing this- this will help with creating a press kit! Useful for ANY indie dev. Yes, even if you're making a tiny game, you should have a press kit. You never know!!!

presskit() - Same as above, but a different one.

Itch.io Page Image Guide and Templates - Make your project pages on itch.io look nice.

MOOMANiBE's IGF post - If you're making indie games, you might wanna try and submit your game to the Independent Game Festival at some point. Here are some tips on how, and why you should.

Game Design (General)

An insightful thread where game developers discuss hidden mechanics designed to make games feel more interesting - Title says it all. Check those comments too.

Game Design (RPGs)

Yanfly "Let's Make a Game" Comics - INCREDIBLY useful tips on how to make RPGs, going from dungeons to towns to enemy stats!!!!

Attack Patterns - A nice post on enemy attack patterns, and what attacks you should give your enemies to make them challenging (but not TOO challenging!) A very good starting point.

How To Balance An RPG - Twitter thread on how to balance player stats VS enemy stats.

Nobody Cares About It But It’s The Only Thing That Matters: Pacing And Level Design In JRPGs - a Good Post.

Game Design (Visual Novels)

Feniks Renpy Tutorials - They're good tutorials.

I played over 100 visual novels in one month and here’s my advice to devs. - General VN advice. Also highly recommend this whole blog for help on marketing your games.

I hope that was useful! If it was. Maybe. You'd like to buy me a coffee. Or maybe you could check out my comics and games. Or just my new critically acclaimed game In Stars and Time. If you want. Ok bye

[interact-if]

Writing Spotlight: Infamous (Interview)

We had the great pleasure to interview Amy, author of the massively beloved IF Infamous (@infamous-if). She shared some tips, tricks, and insights on her approach to writing.

One of the most notable things about Infamous is how quickly readers get sucked into its world and invested in its web of characters — be it Orion or Blake or G or Victoria or the slightly controversial Seven. They are all incredibly multi-faceted, complex, and sometimes heartbreakingly real.

Amy says:

“I’ve read something by a writer once that I’ve followed faithfully: you should always know what’s happening in the other room. Even if it won’t be available to readers, it helps establish the world and characters as real, tangible things that don’t just poof out of existence once they walk ‘off-screen’ so to speak.”

Here’s the full interview:

1. What drew you to interactive fiction as a storytelling medium? Did you have any experience writing in other formats before, and if so, would you say there’s any differences in the way writing for IFs should be approached?

There’s so much about writing interactive fiction that I love, but I think the main one is the freedom that comes with it! There are so many ideas I can explore, so many endings and storylines. It’s just as fun for writers as it is for readers to push the limits of what their world and characters can do. You can truly sink your teeth into it and develop the story in ways you don’t see often. 

Coming from writing traditional fiction and having never written an interactive story before, I did need to change my mindset a little. You have to learn to be flexible. Very often, I’m writing routes I wouldn’t particularly take as a reader, and it’s interesting to go against my gut to offer a varied experience. I’ve discovered a lot of fun things about Infamous and its characters from routes I would never take if I were reading it in another IF!

2. What does your writing process look like?

I am a plotter to my core! I am endlessly envious of writers who can pants their way through a scene or a chapter. I need to outline every single beat, every scene, every conversation. The plot comes to me first and then I slowly build the main character around that and ask myself what kind of story I want to tell with that main character.

The MC in Infamous leans heavily into the ‘underdog’ trope. That’s how I got much of MC’s personality from. The main thing I ask myself when building the main character is: what do they have, what do they want, and what do they need? I use that to inform the rest of the cast and the stats. My main goal is that every piece works in tandem with the others. They all make sense in my head! 

3. What does good writing / good characters / good world-building etc. mean to you, and what are some central tenets or principles you follow to achieve that? 

A story that gets me invested is a success in my eyes. I want to care for the characters and feel like the world is one that truly exists somewhere. I’ve read something by a writer once that I’ve followed faithfully: you should always know what’s happening in the other room. Even if it won’t be available to readers, it helps establish the world and characters as real, tangible things that don’t just poof out of existence once they walk ‘off-screen’ so to speak. The characters had lives before the story started, people they knew and things they’ve experienced. It informs their personalities and builds them what they are once you meet them on page.

The world is still turning even while the main character is asleep. Things are still happening everywhere…even when we don’t see it. That’s how I try to approach every story to bring it to life. 

4. What’s one piece of advice you’d give to someone just starting out in interactive fiction?

Be firm! It’s so easy to get swept up in the excitement of having an audience and wanting to keep that audience. It’s not uncommon to make the mistake of overpromising to please every reader. You won’t be able to, trust me! You’ll only write yourself in a corner. It’s healthy to find a good balance between sticking to your gut and accepting/being open to suggestions. 

A tinier one but: know your endings! It’s best to know what you’re writing toward. It’ll be so much easier to stick to the story and avoid meandering through the plot if you know how each route ends. Everything I write is to get to that ending in one way or the other.

5. Where do you find your ideas or inspiration for new stories or mechanics?Where did your story idea originate? Has it strayed far from that concept/evolved during the writing process? 

I guess it’s quite on brand to say that almost every story idea I’ve had came from a song, Infamous included. My head is always thinking of songs as potential needle drops or playlists as movie soundtracks. Infamous in particular, was formed from Brie Larson’s cover of Black Sheep in the Scott Pilgrim movie. It features a Battle of the Bands sequence that made me want to read a story with the same concept. I scoured and scoured for a band IF that scratched that particular itch but didn’t find any. Eventually, I gave in and did it myself! That’s one of the best parts of the community; you can just do it. 

Surprisingly, this is one of the few stories of mine that hasn’t strayed far from the original idea. I think it helps that I’m writing exactly what I wanted to read once upon a time.

End of interview

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A big thanks once again to Amy for her insightful answers, and @veswrites-if for taking the time to coordinate the interview. Hope that this was a fun and interesting read.

Stay tuned for more of these interviews :)

[smileysuh]

after the seminar

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today. He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- God, you want him so bad.

tw/cw. sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. sugar daddy au, established relationship, fiance!Wonwoo, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know not everyone is into this level of sugar daddy control, but I think there's something to be said about the trust that reader has for Wonwoo. Sometimes I just wanna shut up and let a man do all the work, and today, that man is Wonwoo

Wonwoo’s had few loves in his life. During university, he’d had a love for law, a need to do what was right. In his thirties, he’d found a new soulmate in legislative procedures related to the sustainability and efficiency of whole cities. Finance had been another long-winded lover, and now, on the cusp of forty, Wonwoo’s found the one thing in the world he loves most, you.

Holding your hand while he drives through the city, Wonwoo can’t help but keep some of his attention on you. 

Dressed in a tight-fitting red dress he’d bought you for your six-month anniversary in Paris, with your hair and makeup done, you look as stunning as ever. There’s a fat rock on your wedding finger, an engagement ring signifying his loyalty to you, and Wonwoo can’t help himself but play with it a little anytime your hands are linked.

As he makes a turn onto a busy street, the sun practically blinds him, and Wonwoo immediately lets go of you to adjust his visor. You make no movement, so he pulls yours down too, enjoying the way you flash him a small smile and whisper a ‘thank you.’

“You look lost in thought,” he muses, having noted your gaze fixed on the sidewalk trees passing by outside your window. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just thinking about seminar topics,” you admit. 

Over the past three days, you’ve accompanied him to multiple talks focused on accessibility, affordability, and green solutions within cities like yours. Tonight marks the last evening of the event, and the two of you are headed to a meet-up with some of Wonwoo’s closest lawyer friends. 

Wonwoo loves how diligently you’ve thrown yourself into his work-focused world. Not only do you attend the seminars with him, but you truly make an effort to learn, and that’s never more obvious than when conversing with his colleagues.

Wonwoo’s best friend, Kim Mingyu, has entertained a string of sugar baby relationships, and despite inviting three or four of those women to events like the one you’ve just accompanied Wonwoo to, none of Mingyu’s girls ever took to it the way you do.

You’re one of a kind, and Wonwoo knows how lucky he is to have you.

“I’m sure Seungcheol will have a few things to say about the housing crisis talk,” Wonwoo notes. Choi Seungheol, who had started in law and made the leap to real estate. He now owns half of the new developments being built downtown, and Wonwoo knows this will spur a contentious discussion later.

“He can’t argue with the stats,” you sigh, turning to look at Wonwoo, who threads his fingers with yours again. 

“He can try,” Wonwoo smiles softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You return the smile, turning your attention out the window again. 

You’re not voicing anything, but Wonwoo can read you like a book. It used to be his job to pay attention to body language, and while he tries to stay humble, people have called him something of a mind reader.

“It’s been an exhausting three days,” he notes. “We don’t have to be out for long tonight, I’m sure we both need our rest.”

“Hansol flies to New York tomorrow morning,” you remind him. “I want you to have as much time with him as you need before he’s gone.”

Your relationship is always something like this, the two of you caring for each other so deeply that you constantly make small concessions. As always, though, the ball is in Wonwoo’s court. He appreciates the way you can feel to him like an intellectual equal while still being submissive in other senses, although he never abuses this power over you.

He’ll keep an eye on you tonight, and when he notices you getting tired, or your energy depleting, he’ll excuse the both of you from drinks and take you back to his place. Then, he’ll take care of you in the ways only he knows how. 

You love Wonwoo. You love him for the big things, his character, his good heart- but you love him for the little things too, the way nothing slips past his line of focus. He’s always a hundred percent on and present with you, holding open every door, guiding you by the small of your back, and pulling out your chair first when you join his friends on the top floor restaurant in the most expensive hotel in the city.

“You look amazing,” Mingyu compliments you, flashing you a toothy grin before standing to greet Wonwoo with a hug. “You definitely know how to pick them,” he praises his friend.

“And look at that ring,” Seungcheol has zeroed in on the diamond on your finger, and he reaches across the table to take your hand and get a better look at it. Wonwoo’s eldest friend has always had an eye for luxury, and he studies the oval rock and silver-colored band. “I’d ask if this is sterling,” he muses, “but if I were a betting man, which I am, I’d say it’s white gold.” 

Seungcheol lifts his eyes to meet yours, waiting for an affirmative, which you give with a nod. “You know your metals, Mister Choi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” he lifts your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers, “It’s Seungcheol.” 

“Stop flirting with Wonwoo’s girl,” Hansol tuts, pushing at Seungcheol’s shoulder.

The elder man makes a face, brushing off his expensive suit. “Not flirting,” he clarifies. “Although,” his gaze shifts to you again, “if you have any hot friends-”

“Aish,” Wonwoo has rejoined the conversation after greeting Mingyu, and he takes the seat next to you, his arm casually coming around the back of your chair to pull you closer. “What have I told you about asking her for favors?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Sungcheol sighs, sitting back and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “She’s one in a million, aren’t ya, little miss future Jeon to be?”

“Try one in a billion,” Wonwoo corrects, hand finding your thigh now that he’s pulled you close enough. “Have you three ordered drinks yet?”

“We were waiting on you,” Mingyu says, handing Wonwoo a cocktail menu, which he settles between you both so you can also read it. “Their margaritas are pretty good.”

You quickly find a drink you’d like to try, and you wordlessly reach out a manicured nail to tap on it. Wonwoo follows your motion, giving a curt nod, then he leans in to press his lips to your cheek. He waves down the waiter a moment later, and orders you your drink, sparing you the socialization.

This is yet another one of those little things Wonwoo does for you that you find incredibly sexy, and you tuck closer to him, placing your hand over his own on your thigh. 

“We should talk about the elephant in the room,” Mingyu sighs, drawing all eyes. You have no idea what he’s about to say, and then he hits the four of you with, “Cheol, you have to admit your new high rises aren’t sustainable or affordable.”

“They’re called luxury suits for a reason,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’m not in the business of affordable housing.” 

Wonwoo grins next to you, looking down and squeezing your hand gently. It’s funny how amusing he finds this whole thing. 

“Don’t smirk like that, Woo,” Seungcheol tuts. “As if you didn’t do a walk-through of a penthouse suite in my new highrise last week.” 

This is news to you, and you turn to look at your boyfriend. You’re generally not one to question him, and luckily you don’t have to, because Kim Mingyu is just as nosey as you’d sometimes like to be. “You checked out a penthouse? I thought you loved your apartment?”

“I’ve had it for years,” Wonwoo says, and you can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. “However, I can admit that the amenities at Cheol’s new builds are quite impressive.”

“Amenities,” Seungcheol scoffs. “As if that’s what you were actually interested in.”

The two powerful men share a look, and it’s a battle of wills that makes your heart thump loudly in your chest. 

What was Wonwoo interested in?

He’s never talked to you about moving, and you’ve been living with him for nearly a year. Besides, Mingyu’s right, Wonwoo adores his apartment. He’s had it forever and it’s decorated exactly the way he likes it. Your bedroom is a lovely corner location with views of the whole city, and his home office is a sanctuary you’ve loved to desecrate. 

“We’ll talk about this more another time,” Wonwoo says finally, looking up as your waiter appears with a tray of drinks. 

Your cocktail is set in front of Wonwoo, and he gently pushes it toward you before reaching down to give your thigh a squeeze under the table. He picks up his Old Fashioned with his free hand, and Seungcheol raises his own glass in a toast. “To friends and new engagements!”

Seungcheol nods to you before taking a sip of his scotch, and it fills your body with heat to know his friends truly respect and like you. They’re happy to have you joining as a permanent member of their social sphere. 

You place your hand on top of Wonwoo’s as you bring your cocktail to your lips. 

The discussion moves to details about sustainability, and the men at the table trade opinions on the seminars. Mingyu is fast in his manner of speaking, always intent to prove his point. Cheol is loud and boisterous, scoffing at opinions that don’t align with his own. Hansol is often quiet, but he makes good notes ever so often, and they make the whole table sit and think. And your Wonwoo is as calm and judicial as always, listening to his friends with a contemplative expression even while his thumb draws small circles on your thigh. 

You give your own two cents a few times, and your musings are always the most well-received. None of the men at the table are about to pick a fight with you, and they’re attentive whenever you open your mouth, nodding and making one or two comments before getting heated with each other again. 

The waiter comes and Seungcheol orders a few appetizers while Wonwoo opens the menu for you. When Wonwoo begins to list three of his own items, you tap your finger on the one you’d like most and he voices that as well.

God, how you love the fact that you only have to lift one little finger with Wonwoo while he does the rest. You really aren’t in a super talkative mood, especially when it comes to mundane tasks like ordering food and drinks. You save your voice to join in on the intellectual conversation taking place, and you prefer things this way.

Seungcheol and Wonwoo begin to argue over rezoning laws, and Hansol turns toward you, leaning closer. “Congratulations on your engagement,” he smiles. 

“Thank you,” you grin back. 

“Have you guys talked about wedding plans yet?”

Out of all the people in the world, you didn’t think Chwe Hansol would be one of the first to ask you about wedding details. 

“We’re thinking destination,” you admit.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Hansol laughs. “And an expensive honeymoon too I bet.” 

“Of course,” you grin, playing with the stem of your cocktail glass. “Although, if I’m being honest…” you lean closer to Hansol, lowering your voice while Wonwoo and Seungcheol continue to argue, “as much as I like the lifestyle I have with Wonwoo, you know I’m happy just to be with him.”

“But the expensive trips are a bonus I bet,” Hansol grins. 

“I mean… would you say no to a trip to the Maldives?” 

Wonwoo’s friend shakes his head, still smiling. “Never.”

“When are you going to find someone?” you ask. Out of all of Wonwoo’s close friends, Hansol is the most level-headed. He’s stable, and kind, and if you weren’t so into Wonwoo, you’d even admit Hansol is quite handsome in his own way. 

“Someday,” Hansol sighs. “Maybe you’ll have cute bridesmaids at your wedding.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you,” you assure him. 

Hansol laughs. “I’d appreciate that.”

Food begins to arrive at the table, and you sit up straight again, tucking close to Wonwoo. He’s done this thing, ever since your first date, where he helps plate food for you, and for some reason, it’s always been a huge turn-on.

You like getting baby girl treatment, and you watch Wonwoo with a grin while he cuts through some carpaccio and sets up a piece for you. He makes sure to get a little bit of everything on your plate before putting anything on his own, and his friends are already digging in by the time he’s gotten the both of you settled.

“Do you want anything else?” he asks, always the type to be certain he’s pleased you.

“This looks perfect,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, lingering by his ear so he’s the only one who can hear you when you say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

Wonwoo reaches down and squeezes your thigh, the only sign you have that your words have done something to him. He’s not the type to be big on PDA, and it’s the little things like a constant touch, or acts of service, that remind you he loves you as much as you love him.

You wait for Wonwoo to lift a carpaccio bread spread to his lips before you reach for your own, mirroring his motions so you can experience the food together. 

You hadn’t been a carpaccio fan before meeting Wonwoo, but he’s expanded your pallet in the time you’ve known him, and you’re extremely thankful for this opportunity - as well as others - that he’s provided for you.

“Look at you two loved-up foodies,” Seungcheol sighs from across the table, watching you with eyes trained to assess. 

Wonwoo only grins, reaching for his drink to take a sip. You follow that motion too, smirking over the rim of your glass before downcasting your eyes. 

There’s no need to respond to Seuncheol’s comment because it’s an apt description of the pair of you.

“Stop being jealous,” Mingyu grins, reaching out to push at Seungcheol’s shoulder. 

“Never going to happen,” Seungcheol retorts. 

You know he’s in the market for a sugar baby, and Wonwoo’s told you how often Seungcheol brings you up when you’re not around. Apparently, his eldest friend is adamant that you’re one of the most perfect sugar babies he’s ever seen, and you wonder if maybe you should try to hook him up with one of your friends at the wedding. Give Cheol the Hansol treatment. However, in contrast to Hansol’s laid-back expectations, you’d have to give your Cheol-intended friend a cheat sheet booklet on how to please a rich man.

“Just watch,” Seungcheol continues, “these two are going to sneak off early and go to the bathroom or something. They’re sitting much too close together, and we’ve all noticed Wonwoo’s hand under the table.”

To show his innocence, Wonwoo lifts the hand in question. “We’re not doing anything,” he assures his friends calmly. “Although… unfortunately, we will have to leave early after appetizers.”

This is news to you, and you look at Wonwoo for further clarification, which he gives when pressed by Seungcheol.

“It’s been a long seminar,” Wonwoo explains, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’d say Honey needs her beauty rest, but I think we all know I’m not so nice when I’ve been sleep deprived.”

You love it when he calls you Honey, in fact, he uses that name for you more than your legal one. 

Seungcheol lets out a groan, but he doesn’t push further, because Wonwoo’s excuse is true. He’s never been rude to you when tired, but he definitely has a ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. 

“We’ve got a meeting tomorrow morning,” Mingyu agrees. “Maybe I should get another drink and call it a night too.”

“Come on Gyu,” Seungcheol scoffs. “I’ll let these two ditch, but this is Hansol’s last night in the city, I thought we could go to a roof on one of my new waterfront builds and hit some golf balls at the sea.”

“Right, because that’s very environmentally friendly,” Wonwoo tuts.

“Jesus, you are tired, aren’t you?” Seungcheol laughs. 

It’s a rhetorical question, and Wonwoo simply lifts another appetizer to his mouth, chewing with a tight-lipped grin. 

In truth, Wonwoo has been tired. You haven’t fucked since the first night of the seminar, and although that was only two days ago, you’re definitely feeling the loss. On top of that, being wined and dined and looked after always makes you hornier than usual, and Wonwoo has been extra ‘husband’ today.

He’s just so perfect. Well-mannered, kind, educated- 

God, you want him so bad.

You take a sip of your cocktail again before resting your hand on Wonwoo’s thigh, and he stops what he’s doing to look down at your fingers toying with his pants. Then his gaze rises to you, and he cocks his head slightly, obviously a little stunned by how forward you’re being tonight.

It’s such a small motion, but it speaks volumes, and when paired with a small flutter of your lashes, Wonwoo reads you like he reads the books in his impressive office library. 

Part of you wants to toy with him, wants to tease your touch up to his crotch just to see if you can get him hard at dinner with his friends, but you know that would lead to something akin to consequence. 

As easy as it is for Wonwoo to read you, he’s not such an open book and his reactions vary drastically. You don’t want to push your luck today, not after you’ve been such a good girl for him for three seminars straight.

You remove your hand before playing with fire gets you burned, and the two of you continue to finish your appetizers. Each bite is one step closer to leaving with Wonwoo, but you try to take your time, try not to be too glutenous to make way for lust. 

Wonwoo finished eating and he lifts his drink with his left hand, his right palm finding your thigh again. His touch is soothing, gentle, but it still stirs a fire within you.

You shift your knee, letting it rest against his, and you sip your cocktail trying to pay attention to what Mingyu’s saying about the stock market. 

Wonwoo is generally quite the stocks man. He pays attention to Mingyu, but you can tell his focus is still partially on you, and you reach down to play with his fingers, enjoying how pretty his hands are. 

You need him so badly. 

That’s when you realize Wonwoo has almost finished his drink, and you quickly grab at yours too, wanting to reach the bottom of your own cup. 

You’ve not been drinking since the seminar started, and the booze in your cocktail definitely heightens your senses. An electric tingle consumes your form, and it’s getting harder to ignore the panties sticking to your core. 

The conversation reaches a lull,  and Wonwoo lets out a sigh, squeezing your legs. “Well, it’s been fun,” he says, “but Honey and I should get going.”

“One more drink,” Seungcheol practically begs, already lifting a hand to call over a waiter.

“Not tonight,” Wonwoo says, soft but firm. 

He stands up first, grabbing your hand to help you out of your own seat. “Good luck with your flight tomorrow, Hansol,” he nods to the man on your right. 

“Good luck with wedding planning,” Hansol retorts, rising from his chair to pull you and Wonwoo into a hug. 

Hansol’s not usually a touchy guy, and the hug means something. It’s a true acceptance that you’re permanently a part of Wonwoo’s life, and it means the world to you. 

“Now I want a hug,” Mingyu also stands, holding out his arms for you and Wonwoo.

With a laugh, your fiance’s hand finds the small of your back and he guides you into Mingyu’s warm embrace, trapping you between their large bodies. 

Now you’re really turned on. 

Seungcheol doesn’t stand, he simply watches, lips all pouty. “Let me know about that penthouse,” he muses. “I’ve got some foreign buyers already wanting a walk through and I won’t hold it forever.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Wonwoo promises, giving one last nod to Seungcheol before he begins to guide you out of the restaurant.

As you make it to the front desk, Wonwoo stops and addresses the staff member there. “I’m going to take care of my table’s bill tonight.”

“I’ll put it on your tab, Mr. Jeon.” She nods, typing something into the ipad infront of her.

“That was kind of you,” you muse as Wonwoo escorts you into the elevator that will lead to the underground where his expensive Mercedes is parked.

“We’re leaving early, it’s the least I could do.”

“You know… I hope we didn’t leave on my account,” you say, thinking about the conversation you’d had in the car earlier.

Wonwoo leans down close to you, grinning. “I can safely say we left due to my own personal needs, although they’re not sleep-related.” 

“You really like this dress, don’t you, Daddy?” you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck while his hands settle on your hips.

“I like what’s under it,” he retorts, which is a cheeky response by Wonwoo’s standards.

“Been missing my body, haven’t you?”

“More than you realize.”

Wonwoo had kept his composure on the drive home. He’d even kept his hands mostly to himself on the way up to your apartment, but your stoic lover is on you the moment the door to your home is closed behind you both.

He presses you up against the wall, grabbing your waist and tugging you close while simultaneously blocking you up against the hard surface at your back. His lips are hot against your own, his tongue invading your mouth and making you giggle as you grab the front of his shirt, already popping buttons open.

You release a moan when he reaches down and cups your core, pushing up your dress to access your lacey panties. “Where do you want it, honey?” he asks, biting at your lip.

“I don’t want to think tonight,” you admit, tired from days of brain power.

You love that Wonwoo likes to check in with you. He’s not the type to simply throw you over a kitchen counter and rail you when you might prefer the bed or even the shower- but at the same time, as soon as you give him full control, Wonwoo’s very good at taking charge.

“I’ll take care of you,” Wonwoo promises, pushing your panties to the side so he can slide two fingers against your heated core. You can feel how wet you are, and the contact against your clit has you whining, grabbing his face to bring his mouth to yours again while he pushes two digits knuckle deep into your aching core.

You’re sensitive from a few days without being touched, and it feels like heaven to have Wonwoo worshipping you like this again. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he draws his mouth down to your jaw then your throat, peppering your skin in kisses that have you shivering with pleasure.

“Daddy-” you whimper, your hips thrusting toward his hand as he works you open, palming your clit with delicious pressure. 

“I know, Honey, I know,” he soothes, and between gasped breaths and moans, you can hear your pussy squelching already. 

It’s getting harder and harder to stand on your shaky legs, your heels not meant for standing sex or heavy petting like this. But it’s also clear to you that Wonwoo has no intention of stopping his motions until you’ve cum on his fingers, so you do your best to grab his shoulders, steadying yourself while that wonderful feeling builds in the pit of your stomach. 

“I’ve missed this pussy,” Wonwoo tells you, voice low. It’s not often that he uses vulgarity, even in the bedroom, and his words betray how much he truly needs you. Your skin tingles with excitement, pussy throbbing, heart thundering in your chest-

It’s crazy how one sentence can nearly shortcircuit your brain when paired with Wonwoo using his hands like this- stroking the parts of you that he knows better than anyone else in the world.

Your fiance has taken his sweet time getting to know your body, and it shows in moments like these. 

“I’m so close-” you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders. You should care about his expensive suit jacket, but you don’t- all that matters is the orgasm you’re desperately chasing, hips moving to ride Wonwoo’s hand while his unrelenting fingers get you closer and closer to the edge-

“Come on, honey,” Wonwoo grins, mouth returning to the spot on your neck that always makes you go feral, “cum for me.” 

One more rough thrust with his fingers has you moaning, tumbling past the edge as your orgasm overtakes you. 

If you’d nearly been falling over before this, you almost crumple to the floor with all the pleasure coursing through you now. Wonwoo’s free arm loops around your waist, and he presses you closer to the wall, keeping you propped up while his hand continues between your shaking thighs.

He releases a low groan, and you can feel his cock pressing through his pants by your hip. You feel delirious already, body pulsing, skin tingling. Wonwoo’s broad shoulders are your lifeline, and you grip them desperately, taking everything he has to give you like the good girl you are.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, seeking out his lips, cupping his face to draw him closer. His tongue glides against your own, and you’re enough of a distraction that his fingers begin to slow inside of you.

Finally, he pulls his hand away from between your thighs, dragging his lips from yours so he can sink his digits into his mouth. You watch him lick them clean, listening to the groan of satisfaction that escapes him while you do your best to catch your breath.

“You’re always so good for me,” Wonwoo tells you, lifting his gaze to yours again. 

You swallow thickly, mind swimming, searching for a response. “You deserve it,” you assure him finally.

“And I know what you deserve tonight,” he retorts. 

In one quick motion, he lifts you up bridal style. One of your stilettos crashes to the floor from the sudden way your body has just been swung like a rag doll, but neither of you care as Wonwoo carries you through the apartment toward the bedroom.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. Wonwoo always makes you feel like a princess, and he looks like a classic prince while doing it. His side profile is so regal- all sharp bones and pretty lips. God- how did you ever get this lucky?

When you get to your destination, Wonwoo is gentle when he sets you onto the mattress. He straightens and looks down at your form, letting out a deep breath.

“Can you take that pretty dress off for me, honey?” he asks, already shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it over a chair nearby. 

“Of course, daddy,” you grin, reaching down to grab at the hem of the silky outfit, dragging it up your thigh.

His eyes are glued to you even as he works on his cuff links, and you take your sweet time as he makes it to the buttons of his shirt. The dress has a corset style back, and you tug on the ribbon before slowly working it open.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything, but you can see his breathing pick up as the fabric gets less tight on your chest, revealing more and more of your bralessness. 

When he makes it to his pants, you remove the dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong, which is soaked through. 

Your fiance swallows thickly. “Panties too, honey. I don’t think I have the patience to wait any longer tonight.”

His lack of patience is clear in the way his cock slaps up against his abdomen, released by the pants now pooled by his feet.

Wonwoo looks like a fucking God, especially while naked. He’s lean but muscled, and you’ve spent hours tracing each ridge and bone. His cock is an impressive length of around seven inches, it’s pale like the rest of him, but when he’s really turned on, it flushes in colour.

Right now, his cock is a pinkish red, and you can see the angry tip already leaking desperately. 

You stand up, sneaking a kiss to his lips while hooking your fingers in your panties. Pushing them down, you get onto your knees.

“Honey, you don’t have to-”

“Maybe I’m impatient too, have you ever thought of that, daddy?” you ask, grabbing the base of his length and leaning forward to kitten lick the tip.

Wonwoo releases a low groan, reaching down to thread his fingers through your hair.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, enjoying the way he reacts when you kiss his cock gently. “Missed the weight of you in my mouth.”

“Fuck-”

It’s not often that Wonwoo curses, and the word goes straight to your core.

“Can I touch myself while I suck you off, daddy?” 

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” he admits. “I want you dripping when I finally pull you off my cock and fuck you the way you like it.”

You whimper, your whole body alight with energy as you take him into your mouth. You’re already practically drooling from his fingers earlier and the dirty talk now, which makes it easy to coat him in spit. 

You’ve never been able to take all of Wonwoo in your mouth, but you do your best, gripping the base and bobbing your head while you begin to toy with your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Wonwoo groans, taking a deep breath as his hand guides you on his cock. “Always so good for me.”

The praise only makes you suck on him harder. You sink so far down onto him that his tip hits the back of your throat. You feel yourself constrict around him and Wonwoo lets out a loud moan, fingers flexing in your hair. 

“Careful, honey, I don’t want you to choke,” he tells you, but his voice has lost it’s usual commanding tone. He’ll let you do anything you want to him, even if it means gagging on cock- but he’ll do his best to be gentle with you verbally at least.

You get lost in the feeling of pleasuring him, closing your eyes and letting your mouth show him how much you’ve missed him… however, not in so many words. 

Actions speak volumes, especially in this case.

You continue working on your pussy too, eventually slipping two fingers into your wet core, which makes you moan around Wonwoo’s cock.

“Honey-” he groans.

You can tell that he’s on the verge of breaking, so you pull off his length, looking up at him while catching your breath. “Ready to fuck me now, daddy?”

“I’ve been ready all night,” he grins, reaching down to grab your hand and help you to your feet. 

He kisses you then, cupping your face and leaning forward, taking your breath away all over again. His palm flatens against the small of your back and he dips you backward- then you’re falling, a small squeal escaping you-

The fall is only an inch or two, and you hit the mattress, Wonwoo bearing down on your form almost immediately. You grab at his shoulders as his lips find yours, your legs wrapping around his lean hips to tug him closer.

His cock is still wet with your spit, and it rubs deliciously through your soaked folds, bumping your clit and making you moan into the kiss.

As impatient as Wonwoo seemed to be, he’s not quick to adjust himself against you- or at least, not quick enough for your liking, so you reach between your bodies and grab his cock, lining him up with your wet hole. 

Wonwoo grins against your lips, and in one motion, he sinks into your core.

You moan loudly, digging your nails into his strong shoulders and throwing your head back as he fills you perfectly, stretching out your walls.

Your fiance takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, finding your sweet spot.

He feels like heaven- you’re really not sure how long you’ll be able to last tonight, but that’s never mattered with Wonwoo. You have forever with this man, which means you can be as fast or slow as you’d like to be.

He begins to thrust in and out of your core, and it makes you cry out again, walls contracting around his cock. You can feel him so deeply, especially as he adjusts your legs, pushing your thighs closer to your chest.

“Wonwoo-” you whimper, not a care in the world for using a ‘correct’ title. Your fiance might enjoy the daddy kink, but he’s never been the type to punish you for slipping up and calling him something different.

It’s clear to both of you how far gone you are, and Wonwoo only grins against your throat, picking up his pace.

“How about you rub your clit for me, honey?” he asks. 

You’re not one to question him, and your hand slips between your bodies to seak out the sensitive nub. More sounds of pleasure escape you as you begin to rub yourself, and your moans only push Wonwoo to fuck you harder.

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, and it’s making you delirious. 

Wonwoo finds your free hand, threading your fingers and using you as leverage as he presses you against the mattress. His breath is hot on your throat, but soon he’s seaking out your lips again, and you eagerly kiss him as if your life depends on it.

There’s an orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, spurred on by your fingers on your clit and the cock filling you up with each rough thrust.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to check in on you, and you don’t need to tell him you’re close, you’re certain he can tell. He tightens his grip on your hand, a silent invitation to let go whenever you want.

Each drag of his cock against your inner walls draws you closer and closer to the edge, and when he breaks the kiss to lick your throat, it allows you to focus entirely on the pleasure between your legs.

“Fuck, daddy-” you whimper, back arching as you shift below him.

“I know, honey,” he groans. “Me too.”

“Yeah?” Your body jitters with near orgasmic bliss. “Can you cum with me?”

“Of course, just tell me when.”

“Please-” you moan, writhing against the sheets as he fucks you even harder. “Please, daddy- I want you to fill me up-”

Wonwoo groans, teeth dragging by the sensitive skin of your throat. 

“Please, please- fuck, I’m almost there-” you rub your clit harder, body tensing on the precipice of your orgasm-

“Shit,” Wonwoo tightens his grip on your hand to the point where it almost hurts- and even though he doesn’t say it, it’s clear to you that he’s reached his own high.

The thought that Wonwoo is so turned on he’s just cum before you - something that never happens - is enough to drag you over the edge, your core clamping down on his cock, eager to milk him for everything he’s worth while you cry out in ecstasy. 

He’s gasping against your throat, thrusts even deeper now- slow, steady little ruts as he coats your insides with him cum, filling you up perfectly. 

You get lost in the feeling of him, squeezing his hand back as a silent encouragement while your pussy continues to squeeze his cock, eager to get every last drop.

When he finally comes to a stop, he simply lays on top of you for a moment, the both of you breathing heavily.

“Wonwoo?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I’ve just remembered-” you pull your hand away from your clit, instead moving to stroke his hair, “What did Seungcheol mean about the penthouse you were looking at?”

Wonwoo lets out a small chuckle. “Do you really want me to spoil the surprise?”

“Yes, please.”

Your fiance pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “I’ve been thinking we might need a bigger place… one that could accommodate a few extra rooms.”

“Extra rooms?” you cock a brow.

“For any kids we might have, you know, after we’re married.” 

Your entire body tingles with excitement. 

While the two of you have talked about children in a general manner before, nothing has ever been set in stone. But you suppose now that you’re engaged, it’s natural this sort of thing would be on Wonwoo’s mind.

“How do you feel about that?” Wonwoo asks.

“I feel like…” you swallow thickly, “I want you to fill me up again, and also that I should book a doctor's appointment to discuss going off birth control.”

“I can definitely help you with that first one,” Wonwoo grins, pressing chaste kisses all across your face while you giggle and hold him tighter.

“We’re really doing this,” you whisper.

Wonwoo’s thumb brushes by the ring on your wedding finger. “Honey, I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”

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🔮 preview. You pull away just as his lips are about to meet yours. “You know how appreciative I am whenever daddy gets me a present,” you say, acting innocent. This only makes him laugh, and he grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You know buying things for you does the same thing to Wonwoo that it does to you. He loves seeing the excitement in your eyes, the way you light up at gifts. He truly lives to provide for you. 

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, mentions of breeding kink/wanting to get reader pregnant, sugar daddy Wonwoo, daddy kink, soft dom!Wonwoo, oral, pussy eating, fingering, breif edging, squirting, groping, sickly sweet loved up sex, crying during sex cuz reader is so in love, mentions of pain kink, hair pulling, teasing, dirty talk, fucking on a kitchen counter, Wonwoo talks about reader getting ‘plump’ with pregnancy, he adores the ‘soft bits’, etc.  I petnames. (hers) honey (his) daddy.

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“Can I take this off yet?” you ask, wobbling in your heels as you grab at the silk blindfold blocking your vision.

“Be patient, honey,” Wonwoo breathes in your ear, his hands firm on your hips as he guides you to whatever surprise destination he has in store for you tonight. 

Christmas is a week away, and the last time he blindfolded you like this was for your birthday. He’d taken you to a Mercedes dealership to let you choose any car you wanted. You have no clue what he has in store for you now, and you’re practically shaking with excitement. 

You know he’s driven you somewhere, and you’ve been in an elevator, so it must not be another car- your list of gift possibilities is somewhat thin. You have a hunch, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself just in case you’re wrong about where your fiance is leading you. 

Wonwoo’s lips find your throat, and his hands stop you in your tracks. His breath is hot by your ear a moment later, and he lets out something like a contented sigh. “Okay. Let me help you take this off.” 

His deft fingers work at the loose knot behind your head; soon the blindfold slips away.

Your eyes adjust to the light, and you blink while taking in the space in front of you. You’re in a large open-concept kitchen, a living room sprawled in front of you with views of the whole city. The decor is lavish luxury, and you recognize the design concept as a Choi Seungcheol special when you notice a specific lighting fixture that Cheol puts in all his expensive builds. 

“Wonwoo-” you breathe, mind spinning.

The man behind you flattens his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your frame while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

“Is this…”

“It’s ours,” your fiance confirms. “I wanted to show it to you on Christmas day, but I couldn’t help myself.”

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[princesjackpot]

Yeah sure!

This is going to be messy because really I should be going to bed BUT I've been thinking about him so much and his interactions with others.

Riku at his core deeply cares about the people in his life - his relationships with the thieves and his sister are so crucial to the story and to him (there are other very crucial story relationships but talking about that would be going into one of the biggest changes I've made to Captain and well 🧍‍♂️not sure I wanna go there just yet).

EITHER WAY he just cares about them so much even to the point where it drives him to do really stupid things (which sometimes ends up damaging those relationships)!! Like yeah he should not be using himself as a shield in the metaverse, yes he really should just actually talk about how he's not coping instead of bottling up his feelings BUT he can't because he HAS to protect his friends he HAS to be there for them. He's a big brother, he's a friend, he's an ally it's how he defines himself!!

Less on the stupid side though he shows it in the little things too!! He remembers their favourite snacks and brings them to hang out sessions, he listens to a song they recommend and let's them know he liked it, he's the first to ask about their day and the first to say something silly/tell a joke if they're feeling down (works most of the time).

Idk man Riku at his core is just all about love and I really hope I can do that justice lol.

Feeling so insane about Riku (as always but it's extra strong today for some reason)

[littjara-mirrorlake]

Glistener's Guide to New Phyrexia: Preview Edition is now LIVE!

The 43-page Preview includes:

New playable species including the 5 Mirran humans, Viridian elves, myr, and core-born Phyrexians

A modular Phyrexian modification system

Core rules for phyresis, compleation, and ichor magic (also known as "Phyrexian mana")

New feats, spells, and magic items inspired by the iconic mechanics and cards of Mirrodin/New Phyrexia

30+ monster and NPC stat blocks, largely concentrated at lower tiers of play, plus some named legendary hard-hitters

The goal of this preview is to allow for simple games to be run in the world of Mirrodin/New Phyrexia, introducing tables to core mechanics and gaining playtest data as I work toward releasing the full-length supplement. (Consider this its "Unearthed Arcana" stage of development.) I look forward to hearing your feedback and gameplay stories, and hope you enjoy bringing this setting to life as much as I have!

[lily-wisp]

Look Outside Unimplemented Interactions

I was poking around the game files and stumbled upon some cut/unimplemented interactions between some characters. Keep in mind none of this is canon unless at some point it is implemented (which might never happen!). I just thought they were cute and wanted to share!

(If you would like to look at these yourself, you can open up the game in RPG Maker MZ. They are in Common Event#0096.)

In the game files it is implied that Lyle was at one point able to join you in your apartment, potentially as a party member? The only interaction I was able to find with him though was a few short ones with the rat baby, who I named Sam Jr in my playthrough so whenever the script would use the baby's name I will just put Junior. Lyle/Rat Baby Interaction 1

Lyle cautiously approaches Junior and takes a picture.

Lyle: "I'll develop this tonight!"

Lyle Rat Baby Interaction 2

Lyle gives Junior a little photo album with only one picture inside, on the first page.

Lyle: "Here you go, the start of some precious memories!"

Lyle/Rat Baby Interaction 3

Lyle brings Junior more pictures of things he photographed nearby and begins a little show-and-tell with the child.

It also seems like Aster was intended to be in your apartment at one time. Same as Lyle the only interactions I was able to find were with the rat baby, although Aster's are more developed.

Aster/Rat Baby Interaction 1

Aster tries to approach the child, but loses his nerve and walks away. He holds some kind of image that he wants to show it.

You can tell he feels bad for losing his nerve. He avoids your gaze for a little while.

Aster/Rat Baby Interaction 2

Aster finally summons the courage to approach the kid. He clutches an image of the solar system in front of himself... mostly to keep the child from view.

Aster: "Y-you see this? L-look."

Junior grasps the image with a tentacle and yanks it from him.

Aster is visibly startled and seems like he might flee again, but manages to keep his composure this time.

Aster: "That's the sky. You see it? L-look at the stars..."

Taking a deep breath, he sits down near the child.

He almost goes on autopilot as he blathers about the solar system and its planets. His comfort zone.

(if Joel is recruited) Joel sits cross-legged and listens in on Aster's little astronomy lecture.

(if Sophie is recruited) Sophie adds helpful trivia for each planet. Venus has giant worms on it, she says. BIG worms the size of a BUS. She seems very knowledgeable. Aster makes no effort to correct her.

The child calmy sits through the whole thing, occasionally tugging at Aster's robe. The astronomer flinches every time, but he is obviously making an effort.

When Aster is done, he looks down to see Junior has fallen asleep, swaddled in his robes and clutching his leg.

He carefully lifts it off the ground, holding the little abomination in his arms for a few moments.

Aster/Rat Baby Interaction 3

Aster approaches the kid again, this time with a little astronomy picture book.

He seems to have mostly gotten over his fear, though he still winces when Junior climbs onto his lap.

if the rat baby can talk: The child manages to stay awake for the full lecture. Aster teaches it new words, helping with pronounciation.

if the rat baby CAN'T talk, instead: The child manages to stay awake for the full lecture. It laughs and points at various images in the picture book, which Aster patiently explains in plain words.

At the end of the lecture, you notice Aster doesn't wince at all when the child gives him a little hug.

there is a lot of interesting stuff in the game files. At one point it looks like there was a whole mechanic around raising the rat baby in different ways which would influence which KIND of rat baby you'd get, similar to like. Pip from Chrono Cross? Different interactions raise different hidden attributes for the rat and depending on which ones you get it had different forms? Or presumably different combat stats and skills. Instead the rat baby we get has a single skill which is from the Baby Teeth enemy for some reason that only does anything worthwhile if the user is Teething... which the rat baby can't do. And they only get half the attack from melee weapons! I obviously still love my child and would make the sacrifice for them every single time, but I do wish Junior was a bit more interesting as a party member. Maybe something more will be implemented in the future!

anyway I've hardly used tumblr but I love this game and want to see more fanart and discussions about it thank you all byyyyye

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Unlocking Tomorrow: 5 Mind-Blowing IoT Innovations Shaping Our Lives

[makelemonade]

straight horny to your request, so basically arranged mirage with neuvillette and wriothesley (separately) BUT! they gain baby fever 😋 write anything you have in mind, thank you 🫡

arranged marriage + baby fever

wrio, Neuvillette - fem + AFAB reader

I suck at titles LOL and it’s kinda short I am so sorry 🙏🏽 this is my first time writing baby fever idk if I did good but WHATEVA

Wriothesley

- I won’t lie to you…I barely know his character LOL uhm…

-like I’m at the part in the archon quest where we just met him

-so I hope this is like…okay

-I’d assume that Neuvillette maybe put you two together, seemingly as a duke needed his duchess. After all his complaining about being an independent man he finally agrees to the marriage.

-at first he’s not really fond of you. Sure, he’s nice to you, but don’t see it as anyrbing more. He still has a job to do.

-but then he really takes into consideration just how sweet you are for him- you’re so obedient and it starts to drive him crazy

-you always have his tea ready for him and he can’t lie when it comes to the fact that maybe he is starting to like you

-and god the way you know how to massage him, whether it be his back, arms, legs, neck- it fucking drives him crazy

-so naturally you start to massage his dick too.

-he loves to make love to you and fuck you- yes they are two completely different things to him. he babbles about how grateful he is to have such a slutty and obedient wife like you

-he LOVES to call you “my wife” when he fucks you, and he loves to think back to when he was so against it and he’ll slap himself because who would not want such a good wife like you?!?

-it means your his, and he loves it.

-what drives him absolutely insane is when he sees you with Sigewinne; you’re so caring, attentative and always so helpful to her that he starts to let his mind wander

-he thinks you’ll look cute with a swollen belly, one he can rub everyday. He imagines what your kids will look like- will they act like you? have your eyes? his hair?

-he needed to fuck a baby into you, and stat.

-he will waste no time in dragging you away to his office or really anywhere in the fortress to breed you…!

“fuuuck baby,” He drawls out his groan, hiking your legs further up his shoulder while also pushing them down as your pushed deeper into his desk.

“so- so goddamn cute, agh! helping Sigewinne and being such a good mommy…”

“Nghh~ oh! Wr-wrio!” You gasp when you feel hot ropes of his cum begin to fill you up, and he makes no move to stop.

He watched the way your tits bounced as he fucked into you, and he moved one hand up to grope at them, imaging how swollen they’d be later in the future, and how he’d get to massage them for you…

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart! Needa fill you up…breed you! and you won’t waste anything. Right, you’ll be my good wife…”

Neuvillette

-MY MANNNNNNNNNN

-okay I’d imagine that Furina def arranged this marriage and let me tell u he was NOT AGAINST IT

-why would he be?!? you were gorgeous, adorable, kind, sweet- everything he’d ever imagine for his beloved to be so of course naturally he’s gonna develop these feelings for you

-he watches how you treat people and is so grateful to be able to call you his wife that when he’s talking to other people, he doesn’t even use your name and just tends to say “my wife”

-in full honesty, he also acts like that for another reason; he feels like he owns you with it- that your his

-your his to kiss, find comfort in, talk to, cry to, fuck, make love to, breed- everything! You were his and only his

-and the way you acted with the melusines….how sweet you were to them…his dragon instincts came out insanely.

-you were so kind to them, always helping them with everything and of course with him basically being their dad they start to see you as a mom too 🥺

-one night, he just can’t help it anymore and he’ll force you down in the bed, not letting you move so he can get all of his cum in you.

“Agh! Darling, stay still…” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the love of your ear as he roughly and passionately rolled his hips into yours, his fat cock hitting all the right spots.

“Such a good wife, aren’t you, my dear?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out on his cock but also his cum. He’d came multiple times in the last hour and honestly you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“You’ll take it all, right? You’ll let me breed you, fill you up, make you my mate! Hah…”

“Y-yes!” You gasped, holding onto him for dear life. “Breed me…f-fill me up!”

That sentence alone is enough to make him go haywire and he moans as he cums for the nth time, his seed spurring around the edges as he continued to fuck into you.

And when you find a hydro mark embedded on your pelvis, he’ll know you’re officially his mate <3

[dazaih]

wingman - luke skywalker x reader

you can find previous chapters here

chapter eleven -> the invitation

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: luke is drunk, weed, discussions of consent

a/n: sorry this took so long i’ve been finishing finals and i’m also in the process of moving!

You were stunned into silence. Han immediately dropped Luke’s keys, having been caught even more off guard than you had. When he bent over to pick the keys up, his cigarettes tumbled out of his breast pocket and onto the floor. He looked torn between whether or not he should pick them up, his eyes wide.

“Han?” Leia exclaimed, standing from her seat. She was in her pajamas, her wet hair braided down her shoulder.

“Um,” Han said, gracelessly gathering his cigarettes as Anakin Skywalker stared daggers into him from across the room, “Right. I’m not breaking and entering.”

That was probably the worst thing he could’ve said. You sighed, and Luke rolled his eyes, pushing past Han as he stumbled inside. Padme stood immediately and pulled him into a hug, Luke squirming a little in her surprisingly strong grip. Anakin stood too, but his skeptical gaze lingered on Han as he pulled his son into a sideways hug.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Luke asked, hiccuping a little.

“We wanted to come congratulate you on your nomination,” she explained, gesturing towards the counter, “Ben made you a cake.”

Luke’s eyes lit up immediately, and he pulled away from his parents to make his way to the counter. He clumsily grabbed a cake slicer from a kitchen drawer and cut into the treat, taking a rather sizable slice and plopping it onto a plate. He moved impressively quickly for someone as drunk as he was, and he was shoving a fork full of cake into his mouth in no time. He sighed happily, meeting your gaze as he did so, and had the audacity to wink at you. You tried not to react, given the presence of his parents, and you wanted to scold him.

“That man is a fucking wizard in the kitchen,” Luke announced, his mouth full of food, “And I haven’t won the award. It’s just a nomination.”

“You’re going to win,” Anakin said then, finally taking his eyes off of your roommate. Han visibly relaxed.

“Don’t say that,” Luke replied, frowning, “I might not. There’s a guy from the East Coast who has crazy stats right now. Even if we beat them in nationals, he’s gonna give me trouble.”

“That’s why we’re celebrating now,” Padme explained softly, “Even if you don’t win, we’re still proud of you. Being nominated is a huge deal, sweetie.”

“But then everyone’s gonna be disappointed if I lose,” he mumbled, taking another bite of his cake.

“Why are you here?” Leia asked, suddenly toe to toe with Han, “You smell horrible, by the way. Like cigarettes.”

“So I’ve been told,” he grumbled, not about to test Anakin’s patience when it came to being hateful to the man’s daughter.

“I was kidnapped,” Luke explained, and Anakin’s eyes immediately fell on your roommate again. You could’ve sworn Han was starting to break a sweat.

“That’s such a horrible description of what happened,” Han griped, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his composure.

“Biggs told us that Luke was reaching the point where you’d normally intervene and drag him home,” you told Leia, trying to diffuse the tension in the room, “So Han dragged him home.”

“And it was completely unnecessary,” Luke added, chewing his cake and nodding in agreement with himself, “I was gonna leave anyway.”

“Sure you were, kid. Three different people were hangin’ off of you when I reached you, and a fourth was pouring gin into your mouth,” Han managed to say, having calmed down a little as the focus shifted to Luke’s inebriation.

“Must’ve been getting pretty wild for Biggs to intervene,” Leia mused, and you thought you saw the semblance of a smile tugging at her lips as she stared at Han.

“I didn’t even wanna be there,” Luke huffed, grabbing a gallon of milk from the fridge and a glass, “So I would’ve left at some point.”

“Yeah? After how many more drinks?” Han snorted, his usual personality seeping through as he rolled his eyes, so caught up in defending himself that he seemed to be forgetting that the Skywalker parents were in the room, “I already told you that Her Royal Highness would beat my ass if I let your shit-brained friends drag you to that Marie girl’s house, and you don’t ever stand up for yourself.”

“How would you know?” Luke asked, suddenly grinning, “Unless Leia told you. Because you’re hanging out! And you’re in love!”

“What?” Anakin snapped, glaring at your roommate again.

Han nearly fell to his knees, his mouth hanging wide open as his face turned beet red. He floundered for a moment, but could find nothing at all to say, so he just stood, dumbfounded.

“You are fucked up,” Leia sighed, though she was blushing a little, “Thanks for bringing him home.”

“No problem,” you replied, reaching for Han’s hand as you moved to lead him out the door, “Well, we don’t wanna intrude, so we’ll be leaving now. Nice meeting you both in person.”

“What?” Luke pouted, looking at you with sad blue eyes that he was certainly exaggerating in an effort to get what he wanted, “But you just got here. Stay for a little while. We can order food, and I’ll pay as a thanks for getting me home safe and sound, okay?”

“Yeah,” Anakin agreed, voice low as he continued assessing Han, “You should stay. We’ll pay.”

Your mission to get Han out of there had failed, and you had to admit that you were also a little unsure of how to interact with celebrities who also happened to be the parents of the man you were falling in love with. And said man was known to deliberately try to embarrass you by flirting with you in public. And he was drunker than you’d ever seen him. And Han was being absolutely useless in helping you make this less of an awkward situation.

“We really don’t wanna be in the way. You guys came all the way out here to spend time with your kids,” you tried again, but you knew you’d been defeated when Padme spoke.

“Nonsense,” she said sweetly, waving her hand dismissively, “We’d love to treat you to dinner. Especially after all you kids have been through this semester.”

Han’s face paled.

“They know about that?” he whispered to you, and you nodded.

“I told you. FaceTime.”

“Fuck.”

“Isn’t that good news, Leia?” Luke teased, leaning over the counter to taunt his sister. Clearly agitated, she walked around the island, angrily filled his glass with water, put the milk back in the fridge, and grabbed his wrist.

“Luke’s going to take a shower,” she said calmly to all of you, “And he’s going to drink this water. And he’s going to sober up. And he’s going to calm the fuck down and stop being a pain in the ass to everyone here.”

With that, she dragged him down the hallway. He just smiled as she did so and went willingly, giving you a flirtatious wave as he left. You could hear them bicker between themselves in the hallway as she shoved clean clothes in his hands and pushed him into the bathroom.

“Is he usually like this?” Padme asked, sounding concerned but looking thoroughly entertained.

“No,” you answered shyly, “A ton of people were buying him drinks. He’s normally not this far gone.”

“I was worried,” she admitted, relaxing a little, “I just wanted to make sure you guys weren’t regularly having to take care of him.”

“We don’t,” you replied, nervous under her gaze despite how kind she was being.

“Seems like Leia does,” Anakin mused, looking down the hallway as his daughter returned.

“You’ve spoiled him,” she said, pointing at you. Your eyes widened.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” she teased, pouring you a glass of water, “He thinks he can get away with being annoying when you’re here because you’ll stick up for him. Like you did the other day on the couch.”

“I only said something then because Han was being annoying,” you protested, hands on your hips.

“Shut up,” Han hissed, his face still red. Padme smiled at the interaction, but Anakin’s face was impossible to read. Han was definitely sweating.

His situation didn’t improve when Leia stood in front of him again, pushing a glass of water into his hand. He stared down at her like she was from another world, his eyes wide and posture uncharacteristically tense.

“You alright?” you heard her ask him quietly. His expression softened a little, but he still remained tightly wound.

“Wasn’t expecting your celebrity parents to be here. That’s all,” he mumbled. She touched his arm lightly, likely meant to be reassuring, but you saw him blush a little.

“Don’t worry about that,” she whispered, “You don’t care what anyone else thinks anyway, right? This isn’t any different. They’re just regular people.”

“It’s not the celebrity part,” he murmured, looking away from her, “It’s that they’re your parents.”

Her eyes widened a little and her cheeks reddened.

“Well, that’s stupid,” she said quietly, staring at her feet.

How much longer would they keep up with this until they finally started dating?

Padme called your name then, and beckoned you over. She asked you a few questions about your wrist, how you were doing, and some other general small talk.

“Is she seeing him?” Anakin asked you suddenly, still watching Han like a hawk.

“Um, not yet, but they definitely like each other. He’s my roommate,” you explained, not knowing what else to say other than the truth.

“Oh,” Anakin said, “He’s the one who was in the hospital, right?”

“That’s him,” you murmured.

“Is his ear pierced?”

“Ani,” Padme interjected, placing a hand on his knee, “Don’t interrogate his poor roommate. He brought Luke home. And Leia can hold her own. See? She seems to be the one calling the shots.”

You turned to see Han still tense as Leia casually touched his arm, his wide eyes darting to yours with a look of desperation. He avoided Anakin’s stare quite deliberately, which made the older man chuckle.

“Good,” Anakin said, somewhat satisfied by Han’s anxieties, “And who’s Marie? Is that Luke’s girlfriend?”

“Ani,” Padme chided again, “I’m sorry. He’s a little protective of the kids. Marie’s the cheerleader, honey. We’ve seen her before at his games.”

You didn’t remember that Marie was a cheerleader, but you supposed that made sense. Padme knowing who she was did sting a little though.

“I don’t know who that is,” Anakin scoffed, and you felt kind of vindicated by that, “But she better not be anything like his other girlfriends.”

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, your curiosity reaching its limits, but Luke stepped back into the room before you could. His hair was damp and he wore long pajama pants, fuzzy blue socks on his feet.

“Do you feel any better?” Padme asked, motioning for him to come over while Han and Leia talked.

“I feel clean,” he replied happily, “But I still couldn’t drive a car.”

“We weren’t gonna make you drive anywhere,” you told him, and he smiled widely at your presence.

“I was worried you guys would sneak out while I was showering,” he confessed, cheeks rosy from his alcohol consumption.

“Leia has Han trapped,” you explained, pointing to the couple standing next to the island, “And your parents were asking me about him.”

“Not your parents,” Padme chimed in, rolling her eyes, “Your father.”

“Am I crazy to ask if the guy with cigarettes pouring out of his pockets has a good head on his shoulders?” he argued, slightly exasperated.

“What? I love Han,” Luke said defensively, smiling, “He’s so cool. And he doesn’t care what other people think of him. I wish I could be more like that.”

The admission made your heart clench, and you wanted to pull him into a hug and tell him that he didn’t need to change.

“Not in an asshole way,” you added nervously, “He means well. He’s just a little unconventional.”

Anakin’s eyebrow was raised, but he said nothing else about Han.

“I’m sure he’s a nice boy,” Padme told Anakin, giving you a reassuring smile, “And what about you, Luke?”

“I’m nice too,” he answered, nodding.

You giggled, hiding your smile behind your hand. Anakin rolled his eyes.

“No, honey. I’m asking if you’re seeing anyone right now.”

“Oh!” he replied, eyes darting between you and his mother, “Um. Sort of?”

“Yes,” you heard Leia yell from the kitchen, “Your turn in the hot seat, Luke.”

“Is it the cheerleader?” she asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Who?”

Luke not immediately knowing who she was talking about made you feel relieved.

“Marie,” she said, “Han mentioned that you were invited to Marie’s house. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No,” Luke answered quickly, brows furrowed in bewilderment, “Absolutely not. My friends want me to date her, but I’m not going to. Ever.”

“Is she that bad?” Anakin snorted, failing to hide his amusement.

“Yes,” Leia said, walking towards the living room to join you all, Han reluctantly in tow.

“She’s a nice girl,” Luke sighed, looking conflicted, “But she’s persistent.”

“She’s obsessive,” Leia corrected, hands on her hips, “Dad, she’s one of those people.”

“I see,” Anakin replied, “Tell her to fuck off then, Luke.”

“Anakin,” Padme groaned, “Don’t be rude in front of their guests.”

“What do you mean by those people?” Luke asked, narrowing his eyes at his sister.

“People take advantage of your kindness, Luke. Dad and I talk about it all the time. You should be mean. Like me.”

Han snorted and Anakin regarded him with something other than contempt for once. You tried not to laugh.

“You’re not mean, Leia,” Luke argued, “You just don’t take shit from anyone. You’re like Han.”

“No, Han’s mean,” she said dismissively.

“Hey.”

“I’m just saying,” she replied, slapping Han on the shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be light, but he hissed in pain anyway.

“Leia, be nice to him,” Padme chided.

“You don’t have to be nice to him, Leia,” Anakin deadpanned

“Okay!” Luke interrupted, “Can we order food or not?”

Anakin and Leia relented and finally the conversation shifted to what you all would get to eat. With the Skywalkers all arguing over their dinner options, Han had begun hiding behind you again, trying to keep himself out of Anakin’s line of sight. You had never seen him act so skittish before.

Luke convinced everyone to order Chinese food, and Han volunteered to pick it up, far too eager to flee from the house and catch his breath away from the Skywalkers for a bit. You offered to go with him (which Luke protested) in order to give the family some time to themselves. The two of you practically sprinted out the door, not fully relaxing until you had taken the elevator and fled the lobby. Finally, when your shoes hit the sidewalk, you felt like you could breathe again.

He pulled out a cigarette in record time, lighting it quickly as he began walking into the city.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” he huffed, the cigarette hanging from his lips serving to muffle his voice a little, “I can barely handle two Skywalkers. I can’t do four.”

“Padme is nice,” you replied, shrugging.

“No, she’s got Luke’s shit-eating grin. Seems nice at first but she’s up to something. That whole family is nuts.”

Neither of you bothered to acknowledge what had really rattled you about seeing them all together: that they were a complete, functional, and happy family. Han never mentioned his parents, but you knew that he’d moved out before he even turned 18 and had turned to transporting drugs as a result of having no support from his relatives. Your own parents were pretty disinterested in your life, and hearing that Luke’s parents, who were incredibly busy and working all over the country, had made time to congratulate him for a nomination made your heart ache. You were happy for him, but you just weren’t familiar with the kind of dynamics that were at play in their apartment right now.

You and Han didn’t have to say any of this out loud, because both of you already knew. He passed his cigarette to you and, uncharacteristically, you took a drag. Meeting the Skywalkers was a special occasion, you supposed.

“They cuss in front of their parents,” he said as you neared your destination, “And I think the dad is gonna kill me.”

“They seem to have a pretty relaxed relationship with them, yes,” you agreed, giggling quietly, “I think he’s just under the impression that you’re trying to seduce his daughter.”

“Why does everyone keep sayin’ that?” he groaned, pushing the door to the restaurant open and holding it for you, “It’s the other way around, actually.”

“She’s trying to seduce you?” you asked, surprised by his willingness to talk about his situation with Leia. Perhaps it was a combination of the stress and whiskey, but he seemed a little more open to discussing it at the moment.

“Yeah, I dunno,” he mumbled, sounding a bit distant, “I mean, I can’t tell. She acts like she might be interested every now and then, but she still argues with me all the time, and I’m pretty sure she’s got a thing with that guitarist.”

“Luke thinks she likes you,” you said suddenly, not wanting him to feel insecure and talk himself out of his progressing relationship, “I think so too.”

“Luke thinks that?” he asked, eyes wide. You couldn’t immediately respond, as you were giving the cashier your order number. You stood next to the counter as you waited for them to finish preparing your food.

“Han,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “The night we watched The Shining. Luke pulled me outside to tell me that he thinks Leia likes you.”

Han blinked, and you momentarily wondered if he hadn’t heard you.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he finally said, looking a little uneasy.

“I wouldn’t lie about that.”

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably as he looked at his feet.

“If that’s true,” he began quietly, “Then she’ll get over it. I’m not exactly her type, y’know. She just wants to rebel against the social pressures of being a young woman in a powerful family. That’s all it is.”

“I told you to stop making assumptions about how she feels. It’s not fair to either of you.”

“What about you and Luke, then?”

“That’s different.”

“How? ‘Cause only one of them left our house covered in hickeys, and it wasn’t Leia.”

You couldn’t tell him about your plot to get the two of them together now, especially without consulting Luke first, so you had no choice but to bite your tongue.

They finally called your order, and you and Han split the bags as you walked back out towards their apartment again.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, staring at you as you pursed your lips together to stop yourself from lashing out at him, “Get your shit together before worrying about mine, alright kid?”

His words were harsh but his tone was soft, and taking his stunt with Lando earlier into account, you knew that he just wanted you to be happy. You sighed, and you sulked a little until you got back to their apartment. Even when you opened the door, you and Han probably seemed a little out of it, both of you emotionally exhausted by the night’s activities.

Luke appeared at the door as soon as you opened it, taking the bag from your hand and urging you to sit down while he fixed you a plate. You were in no position to argue, your stomach growling.

You had never been to a family dinner before. When you and Han took your seats at the dining room table, you were reminded of this fact.

You were surprised by how smoothly things were going as they did their best to include you in all of their conversations.

“So,” Anakin began, staring at you and Han, “You guys just met this semester, right?”

“Um, yeah,” you replied awkwardly, looking to Han for help, “Han and Leia got assigned to work on a project together, and we all kind of got along pretty well, so. Yeah.”

“They bought us pizza,” Luke added, smiling, “They have a third roommate, too. He’s really nice. You guys would like him a lot.”

“He’ll have to join us next time,” Padme said offhandedly, smiling.

Next time. What was next time? Why would there be a next time? Because they approved of Han and Leia’s blossoming relationship, and assumed that you’d be around by extension? Because they thought you were all just platonic friends?

“Well, I don’t think they were planning on hanging around, or else I would’ve made them drag him along.“

“Speaking of next time,” Padme continued, as if she had read your mind, “The semester is picking up, and Luke’s soccer season will be coming to an end soon. We wanted to do something special to celebrate.”

“We don’t need to,” Luke protested weakly, blushing. He was adorable.

“Of course we do,” Anakin scoffed, adding, “We’re already planning to go to the beach when Leia finishes her term as president, but that’s not until next semester.”

“Finishing a term isn’t an accomplishment,” Leia said, joining in on trying to remain humble.

“It’s what you’ve accomplished in that term that’s impressive,” Padme said, reaching forward and smoothing down some of the flyaways framing Leia’s face, “But anyway, we were wanting to stay with some family friends at our vacation home for your winter break. Ani will be taking a break from his press, and elections will have already taken place, so it seems like a pretty good time to go.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied politely, nodding as she spoke.

“Do you wanna come?” Luke asked in between bites.

You nearly choked, and Han actually did. Swallowing, you collected yourself.

“We talked about it while you guys were gone,” Leia said quietly, not meeting your eyes, “We’ve never invited anyone from school before. So.”

“We wouldn’t want to intrude—“

“You wouldn’t be!” Luke exclaimed, smiling brightly and still more than a little tipsy, “I mean, there’s no pressure. Sorry. I just really want you to come.”

You face flushed, and Han gave you a smug look.

“Han is invited too, of course,” Anakin added, eyeing your roommate. Han’s face immediately fell.

“And your other roommate,” Padme said sweetly.

“Yes! Bring Chewie,” Luke cheered.

“Like he said, there’s no pressure. But we’d really love to have you,” Leia said, smiling at you but avoiding Han’s gaze entirely.

“You can send us the dates and we’ll double check our schedules. We can check with Chewie too,” you decided to say, kicking Han’s foot under the table when he remained silent.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he agreed awkwardly, “We’ll check. Thanks for the invite.”

You relaxed a little when he managed to have decent manners, happy that, for now, Anakin wouldn’t jump across the table and murder him where he sat.

“Of course,” Padme smiled, “We were super excited when the kids suggested it. Like Leia said, they’ve never asked to invite any of their friends before. We’d love to have you.”

“You could meet Ben,” Luke added, smiling widely at you, “And Ahsoka. Dad, do you think Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru would—“

“Luke,” Leia cut him off, eyes wide.

“What? I bet the Organas are invited. Why is this different?”

A combative edge had reached his voice, and the atmosphere suddenly felt uncomfortably tense.

“We can talk about it later, sweetie,” Padme said, giving him a sympathetic smile. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’m sure we will,” he replied, tone dripping in sarcasm.

“Luke,” Anakin said lowly, fixing him with a harsh glare, “Don’t have an attitude with your mother.”

You would be more offended on Luke’s behalf if it weren’t for the way that Anakin placed his hand on his wife’s knee under the table, giving her a small, reassuring smile. It was sweet.

“Sorry,” Luke murmured, and you watched his demeanor shift completely. You tried to catch his eye throughout the remainder of dinner as everyone else resumed talking as normal, but he kept his stare fixed on his plate. He pushed a few grains of rice around solemnly, and you frowned.

“Hey,” you said, nudging his foot under the table with yours. He looked up finally, his eyes sad.

“Hi,” he replied anyway, trying to offer you a smile.

“Is it time for dessert yet?” you asked, pretending to be more excited than you were. His eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes,” he said, his voice already a little lighter than before, “You have to try this cake. Ben’s an excellent baker.”

He stood then and gestured for you to follow him to the counter. You obeyed, though you felt a little awkward to suddenly rise from the table, but no one seemed to mind all that much. He lifted the Tupperware lid and presented you with a cake that was clearly homemade, but still pristine in its appearance. He grabbed two small plates from the cabinet then, and cut you a slice. You slowly cut into it with your fork and took a small bite, only for your eyes to widen at the delightful flavor flooding your senses. The cake practically melted on your tongue, and you immediately went back in for a second bite.

“Do you like it?” he asked hopefully.

“This is divine,” you said seriously, taking another bite, “You’ll have to tell this Ben guy that he’s unnaturally good at this. Holy shit.”

That was apparently the correct response, because Luke was practically beaming at you now. Padme made eye contact with you from across the kitchen, offering you a grateful smile. You blushed and avoided her gaze.

“You have good taste,” Luke said, staring at you with something akin to fondness, “Do you wanna stay the night?”

The abruptness of his offer caught you off guard, and you blinked at him for a second before managing to respond.

“Luke, you drank a lot tonight,” you told him softly, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”

“You’re sweet,” he replied, smiling at you and making you blush, “But I wasn’t trying to get in your pants. I’m just saying that it’s late, and I’ve missed you, and I’d really love to spend more time with you tonight. I’ll even sleep on the couch—“

“I’m not making you do that,” you protested, “I’m not sure if we’ll spend the night, but we can at least stay for a while after your parents leave.”

He beamed at you again. After you tried to cheer him up a little more, he seemed to be in better spirits, and he carried the cake over to the table to share with everyone else. You all continued to talk amongst yourselves for a while longer, with Anakin occasionally trying to assess Han’s character and Padme hiding her smile behind her hand.

Overall, dinner was pleasant. You still felt awkward, sitting at a table with the boy you were infatuated with and his two celebrity parents, but they really did seem to be nice people. Finally, at about one in the morning, Padme announced that they should be heading out. To your surprise, she stood to hug you.

“It’s been so great meeting you in person,” she said, her embrace much tighter than you had anticipated. Anakin looked on fondly.

“Likewise,” you replied, “Thank you guys for dinner.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” she assured you, and, to your further bewilderment, pulled Han into a hug.

Luke didn’t bother to stop himself from laughing at the other man, and even you had to admit that it was an amusing scene. Han awkwardly returned her embrace, patting her on the back uncomfortably. Anakin looked on with that same scrutinizing gaze, trying to gauge how Han would react. To his credit, your roommate was respectful enough to at least pretend to appreciate the gesture.

The two of you stood to the side as the Skywalkers doted on their children for a moment, Padme pressing kisses to both of their heads and Anakin affectionately messing up their hair.

“We love you,” Padme told them, “And we’ll be coming back in for your big game, Luke.”

“Keep a low profile,” he sighed, suddenly looking very tired, “The last time you guys came, I had to watch my classmates try to flirt with my dad. That’s not something anyone wants to see.”

“That’s not my fault,” Anakin argued, his tone sounding so similar to his son’s that you nearly laughed, “You should just play so well that they have no reason to pay attention to me.”

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t say that, Ani,” Padme scolded lightheartedly, “You might stress him out. We love you no matter how well you play, honey.”

“I always play well,” Luke huffed, crossing his arms.

Leia and Anakin looked at each other, and their faces made you think that they were about to bring up a situation that proved the contrary. Luke caught on to that too, and he was then inspired to usher his parents towards the door. Anakin laughed at his efforts.

“I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends,” he promised, grinning as he put on his coat.

“I will,” Leia teased, raising an eyebrow at her brother before turning to you, “Luke used to buy his uniform in the smallest size possible so he could show off, and this one time, during a game in his senior year of high school—“

“Mom,” Luke pleaded, cutting her off, “She only gets like this when he’s around. Separate them and save my reputation, please.”

Padme giggled and opened the door, gently pushing her husband outside and taking his arm.

“Behave,” Anakin said as he waved them goodbye, smiling as his wife leaned into his side a little.

“And get some sleep!” she added, “We love you.”

Despite their previous banter, the twins told their parents that they loved them too, and with that, the door closed.

Han visibly relaxed, letting out a loud sigh of relief as he slumped against the wall. Luke giggled at this, and Han noticed, eyes narrowing at the younger man.

“What?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

“Nothing. Just didn’t expect you to be so intimidated by him,” he quipped, grinning.

“Funny. And I didn’t expect you to be a mama’s boy, but here we are.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” he countered.

Han just scoffed, apparently not in the mood to actually challenge Luke on this, and just pulled a cigarette from his pocket, shrugging his jacket back on.

“Well, thanks for feedin’ us. We’ll get out of your hair now,” he said, ready to bolt out the door. You were ready to follow him—that is, until a still tipsy Luke fixed you with a stare so pitiful that you felt overwhelmed with guilt.

“You said you’d stay,” he all but pouted, looking at you with sad eyes.

You crumbled immediately, walking towards him and leaving Han standing in the doorway.

“Are you serious? All he has to do is bat his eyelashes at you and you’ll bend to his every whim?” he exclaimed, looking betrayed.

“That’s an overly dramatic reaction,” Leia snorted, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter, “We can split a joint if you stay. Maybe Luke will fall asleep long enough to let you all escape.”

Han contemplated this idea before begrudgingly shedding his jacket once more, stuffing his cigarette back in his pocket as he did so.

“Tryin’ to bribe me, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes and walked into the living room, Han trailing behind her as she headed towards the balcony. Surprisingly, Luke—and, by extension, you—followed them out. Han quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve never seen you smoke,” he said, and it almost sounded like a challenge. Leia already looked unimpressed, lighting the joint and taking the first hit.

“Because I get drug tested for soccer,” he replied, looking annoyed that Han had forgotten this information.

Leia passed the joint to Han, the man looking at Luke with an expression that was somewhere between smug and mocking.

“College sports take themselves too seriously. Nobody actually cares what the athletes do in their free time. They only care if you win.”

Luke stared for a moment, seemingly conflicted. He appeared to know that Han was baiting him, but at the same time, he wasn’t immune to it. Wordlessly, almost scowling, Luke snatched the joint out of Han’s hand, his expression defiant and his brow set in determination. Luke and Han were shaping up to be quite the pair. Han was a bad influence, and Luke was spiteful. You’d have to be careful about leaving the two of them alone for too long.

“I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences of what you just did,” Leia mumbled, rolling her eyes when Luke took a hit of the joint.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Han asked, arms crossed. He made no effort to conceal his smirk at Luke’s subsequent coughing.

“Luke smokes once or twice a year. And he’s already drunk. He’ll probably fall asleep before we’re finished and you’ll have to carry him back inside.”

“I won’t fall asleep!” Luke protested through his coughing. His lungs were healthy, unlike Han’s, and he struggled to inhale the smoke. You shouldn’t have found it endearing, but you did.

“I’ll leave you out here if you do,” Han said hatefully, blowing smoke in the younger man’s face. Luke scrunched up his nose and scowled.

The four of you talked amongst yourselves for about twenty minutes before you noticed Luke falling silent, depending a little too heavily on the balcony railing to keep him upright. His lengthy day seemed to finally be catching up with him.

“Hey,” you got his attention, placing an arm on his shoulder to stabilize him a little, “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“I can stay awake,” he insisted, but his droopy eyelids and slumped shoulders indicated the opposite.

“You’ve had a long day. You should get some rest,” you assured him softly, rubbing his back. He melted into your touch.

“He’s trying to stay awake so he can spend time with you,” Leia teased, earning a snort from Han.

The idea that he was fighting sleep for the purpose of seeing you was endearing, sure, but you didn’t think there was any truth to it. You chuckled quietly to yourself, turning to face Luke as if to say, “Isn’t that ridiculous?” but you wee surprised to find him looking down, his blush visible to you even in the dim lighting on the balcony.

“Leia,” he practically pouted, brows knitted together.

“Don’t give me that. Serves you right for that shit you pulled in front of mom and dad earlier.”

She was likely referring to the comment he made about her being in love with Han.

“I was kidding. And I was drunk,” he murmured, a weak attempt to defend himself.

“Daddy dearest didn’t seem to think you were kidding,” Han huffed, staring out at the cityscape as he exhaled smoke.

“Well, it wasn’t personal. He was just on edge because Leia doesn’t talk to many men—“

“Luke,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What?” he replied, genuinely confused by her scowl. You giggled, and Luke leaned into your touch a bit more.

“Figured it was probably because I spilled cigarettes all over your floor within the first five seconds of meeting him,” Han grunted. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the implication that he and Leia were dating, but instead of addressing it, he simply redirected the conversation.

“Well, that probably didn’t help,” Luke agreed sleepily, nodding in earnest. Throughout the entire interaction, he had somehow managed to sneak his way into your arms, and you may as well have been holding him at this point. Your heart melted at how hard he was trying to stay awake.

“You should go to sleep, Luke,” you told him seriously, brushing his bangs from his forehead in a move that only served to make him close his eyes once more.

“Wanna see you,” he argued weakly, leaning into your touch, “Never get to see you. I can sleep later.”

You couldn’t take much more of this.

“I can stay the night,” you offered, relenting easily.

“What the fuck?” Han squawked, throwing his hands up, “I know it’s common sense at this point, but I can’t get over how you immediately agree to do whatever he wants. You need to get a backbone, sweetheart.”

Luke opened his eyes a little, blinking as he tried to feign alertness.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said, voice small as he blushed a little, “I don’t wanna force you to—“

“No,” you cut him off, caressing his cheek as you looked over his shoulder to glare at your roommate, “Han’s just being a dick. Don’t worry.”

“We told Chewie and Lando we’d smoke with them later,” he reminded you.

“You told them you’d smoke with them later. And it’s been hours since then.”

“Yeah, well, a pretty face isn’t gonna make me change my plans,” he snapped, passing the joint to Leia before pointedly walking inside to presumably call Chewie.

Luke watched him go through tired eyes, still blushing.

“I don’t wanna be a problem,” he told you, sounding a little sad.

“You’re never a problem. I wanna spend time with you, too,” you confessed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “And Han’s just trying to make a point.”

“What’s his point, then?” Leia asked, brow raised as she took another drag.

You hesitated for a second, but with both twins staring at you curiously, you knew you wouldn’t be able to refrain from answering.

“That I’m more whipped for Luke than he is for you,” you muttered, avoiding their eyes. She snorted, but you knew she was likely blushing. Luke only giggled, the least embarrassed out of any of you.

“Aw,” he cooed, reminding you that he was high, “I’m definitely way more whipped for you, though. And Leia—“

“You’re pushing it tonight, Luke,” she warned, pointing at him with the joint in her fingers, “Take another hit of this so you’ll shut the fuck up.”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, leaning out of your grip a little to grab it before turning to you, adding, “Do you want any? Hey, you can take a hit first and then blow it into my mouth, and—“

Leia made a gagging sound behind you, and you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. You felt him smile against it.

“I already told you,” you reminded him gently, trying to ignore your own embarrassment, “We aren’t doing anything like that tonight. You’ve been drinking.”

“What? I thought you just meant fucking,” he replied, sounding genuinely surprised, “And I haven’t had anything to drink in hours. I’m sober.”

“You’ve been smoking now. You’re crossed.”

“It’s just kissing. We made out earlier—“

“Alright, I’m going inside,” Leia said. He ignored her.

“If you don’t want to do anything, that’s perfectly fine, but if it’s just because I’m inebriated—“

“It’s just because you’re inebriated,” you told him, kissing his forehead again. He looked appalled.

“But you walked me home. I crashed your plans tonight. The least I can do is—“

“Absolutely not. It’s not transactional. Ever.”

He stared at you for a second, blinking at you as you absentmindedly played with his hair. Finally, he gave you a soft smile, and he looked at you like you’d just hung the stars in the sky.

“Okay,” he agreed, surprising you by pulling you into a hug, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to imply that you saw it that way. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if we didn’t do anything tonight—“

“I’m not disappointed. I’m just glad I get to see you. Let’s go to bed,” you told him, petting his hair as he hugged you. He pulled away then, smiling tiredly at you, and nodded.

“Wait. I need to clean my room first. It won’t take long,” he decided, and then he quickly ran back into the apartment. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you watched him go.

You followed, only to see Leia sitting on a bar stool and Han leaning against the counter, the two of them looking at you with an air of smugness.

“What’d Chewie say?” you asked, trying to shake their stares.

“That they started smokin’ as soon as we left. Never expected us to come back, apparently,” he grumbled, his cheeks a little pink as he recounted the conversation.

Leia hid a smile behind her hand before turning to you.

“Thanks for being decent,” she said seriously, piquing Han’s interest.

“This one? Decent?” he scoffed, planting a large hand on your head before messing up your hair. You slapped him away.

“Yes. More decent than you.”

“Can’t believe you agreed to stay the night,” he huffed, likely only pretending to be disappointed.

“You’re free to leave.”

“And leave you alone with him?” he asked, as if he really was your mother. You had to stifle a giggle.

“Yes. I’m grown, Han. And it’s Luke. And Leia is here.”

“What if you need me?” he challenged.

Han was protective, sure, but he definitely trusted Luke, at least to some extent.

“Again, I’m grown.”

Luke came trodding out of his room, looking a little disheveled.

“Leia, can you come look at it? I can’t tell if it’s clean enough,” he pleaded. He was definitely high, you realized.

“I don’t think anyone cares if your room is messy—“ she tried, but his wide eyes made her simply sigh in defeat as she walked down the hallway, “I’ll be back.”

With both twins gone, Han placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you to the side. He looked stressed.

“What?” you asked, his demeanor making you nervous.

“We are not going on a fucking Skywalker family vacation,” he said seriously, gripping your shoulders tightly.

“It’ll probably be free.”

“We’re not going,” he repeated.

“Isn’t it kinda crazy that they want us to go though? And they’ve apparently never invited anyone from school before.”

“It’s because that kid is smitten with you,” he grunted, like it was inconvenient.

“Or it’s because Leia—“

“Don’t,” he snapped, pointing a finger in your face, “Don’t go around spewing bullshit like that. Luke’s already said enough tonight. Now her ex-military celebrity dad wants to kill me. Do you know how stressful this is for me?”

“It’s stressful for me too.”

“No,” he insisted, “They liked you. You’re a saint against the backdrop of whatever shitty partners he’s had before. I’m the guy who walked in reeking of pot and Marlboro Reds.”

“I thought you switched over to Golds?”

“I switched back,” he mumbled, and then shook his head, “That doesn’t matter—“

“I thought you were switching to Golds and only smoking three days a week.”

“Quit. You’re trying to change the subject.”

“You’ll need to stop smoking if we go on vacation with the Skywalkers—“

“We’re not doing that,” he hissed, scowling at you when he saw that you were grinning.

“Not doing what?”

You turned to see Luke standing in the kitchen again, head cocked at you as Leia approached behind him.

“Nothing. Han’s just being a dick,” you explained, smacking his finger away from your face. He glared at you.

“Han just doesn’t understand how this turned into a conversation about his smoking habits,” he sneered, folding his arms over his chest.

“Oh,” Luke hummed, seeming to think this over for a moment before replying, “Yeah, that’s pretty bad for you. Especially as much as you do it—“

“What the fuck?” he sighed. In a move that surprised you, Leia walked right up to him and slapped his shoulder. She was doing that a lot more recently.

“Come on. We can finish this joint,” she offered. He looked at her with something akin to fondness in his eyes, but he recovered quickly and plastered another frown on his face.

“Fine,” he murmured, and with that he and Leia walked back into the balcony, leaving you and Luke alone in the kitchen.

“Wanna sleep?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes open as he stared at you in his pajamas, “You can wear some of my clothes to bed, if you want. And I’ll stay in my side of the bed. It’s pretty big, so we don’t have to touch each other at all.”

You giggled, happy that he’d honored your request to stay friendly tonight. And you’d gladly wear his clothes to bed. You nodded, smiling at him as he led you into his room. He threw a shirt and a pair of pajama pants at you, and then covered his eyes with his hands. You giggled, changing quickly.

You briefly reflected on when you’d worn Leia’s pajamas the last time you were here. She’d given you an oversized, matching silk set before you had even realized that you’d needed something to sleep in. And she’d set the spare bedroom up for you.

Despite what Han said, she was a really nice girl. If they ever got over themselves, she’d be really good for him.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

You’d been so lost in thought that you had neglected to tell Luke that you were dressed. Again, you realized that he had apparently taken you very seriously when you said nothing sexual could happen between the two of you, his palms pressed probably a bit too harshly over his eyes. Cute.

“Yes,” you replied, trying not to laugh. When he removed his hands, he blinked for a moment, eyes readjusting as he stared at you in his clothes.

“You should wear my clothes more often,” he said seriously, eyes sparkling as he looked you over. You laughed and shook your head, crawling under the covers. His bedside lamp remained on, and he got into bed after you.

You took this time to take in his bedroom. It was larger than yours, but wasn’t as excessive as you’d expected. You were perhaps most surprised by the enormous shelf pressed against his wall, lined with books and knickknacks. His desk matched, a large, open textbook and several sheets of graph paper sitting on top of it. Next to them was one of those tiny Zen gardens that your high school guidance counselor used to have in her office. You smiled. It was so him.

He had a small stand in the corner that appeared to house his awards, though the bookshelf was still the most outstanding and put-together piece in the entire room. You made note of that, your eyes lingering on his array of model spaceships and Legos. A tall plant sat near the window, and a few smaller succulents were occupying random spaces in the rest of the room.

If you had to guess who this room belonged to, your money would go on a librarian or an incredibly introverted student—not one of the best collegiate athletes in the country.

“Stop judging my room,” he said, nudging you in the side.

“I’m not judging it,” you replied, smiling softly at him, “Just admiring.”

“Admiring,” he repeated, eyebrow raised.

“It’s cute!” you promised, and a faint blush decorated his cheeks.

“Whatever,” he grumbled sheepishly, eyes trailing over your frame before sighing and rolling over on his side, “You really do look good in my clothes.”

It was your turn to blush.

“Thanks for letting me borrow them,” you replied, unsure of how else to respond.

“Keep them,” he mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow, “I might lend you some more tomorrow.”

You laughed, mostly out of surprise, and relaxed further into the covers.

“Goodnight, Luke. Wake me up if you need me, okay?” you said softly, the mention of the inevitable nightmares to come left unspoken.

You knew he understood your meaning when a few seconds of silence followed.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Nothing else needed to be said. You hoped he knew how much you meant it—how much you longed to be there for him when he was forced out of slumber by whatever memories of his past were haunting him. You’d cradle him through as many nightmares as he wanted you to.

As his breathing began to slow and he surrendered to sleep, your mind wandered to Han. He had a point: if Luke, within reason, asked for something, you would ultimately oblige.

You weren’t sure what that could mean, but you hoped it was mutual.

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

[seraphinitegames]

I played Book 2 using a guide because I’m terrified of missing anything important, but I went through Book 1 without one. Now I’m wondering if I should go back and replay it to build up more friendship points, instead of just focusing solely on my LI (Nat).

At the same time, though, it feels natural for my detective to want to spend every moment possible with Nat. If I were really falling for someone, I wouldn’t be off hanging out with other people—I’d want to be with them. But then I feel like I’m missing out on developing those deeper friendships with the rest of Unit Bravo, and that’s starting to bother me.

I know that’s not necessarily the “point” of the game, but I can’t stop thinking about it! Should I just keep going with Book 3 the way I’ve been playing, or is it worth starting over and using a guide from the beginning?

Hope that makes sense—it’s been driving me a little bit crazy!

I wrote Wayhaven the way it is so people don't need to worry about using a guide! :D

I'm really not a points person for stats unless I can't see any other way of doing it mechanically—which is exactly why 'fail' version of moments tend to just be a different scene rather than a full-on failure.

I'm writing Wayhaven to be a fun relief, so don't worry about it.

You will be locking in a best friend, but you get a choice on who that is. I put in friend points because it was an easy way to track it to give the player an idea of who they were building most points with, but that doesn't mean you have to go with them!

Chill and have fun, play it how you want. That's the point of Wayhaven! :D You'll get more out of it that way to let things flow the way you want to read it.

Any big choices will always be a choice rather than just decided by points.

Hope that helps!

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[laddertek]

there have been streams where tango and etho have chatted redstone and game development and that's been so so good and so fun to listen to, the way their minds work together and they push and pull with ideas and curiosity.

but then there's the stream today that's like, a first...(other than the little bit of figuring out stat poker and the non-redstone planning of the gaming district in season 7)...where they're completely collaborating on this redstone project together, from scratch. like it's the both of them creating one thing, forming it together as they go, and they just work so well together. aaand have fun!

idk I just love the way they vibe and problem solve together so much. just a great pairing and great equals. it's amazing it's taken till now for a full redstone collaboration like this to properly happen, but I'm so glad it's here now.