#but there is an IDEA in mind so can you get off my ASS and let me BUILD this FUCKED UP FAMILY-

[happilyjules]

Soul-Mates Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You’re the soul-mate to the Saja Boys, destined for each other. Legend has it that if a demon is able to find their soul-mate, and solidify that bond, then they might gain their lost soul back. That’s if other demons don’t kill you first.

Warnings: Soul Bond with Saja Boys, Angst, Mild Language, more to be added later

A/N: Posted on A03 thought Tumblr might like to read it as well. I’ll update as often as i’m able, but I do have a chronic illness that can take away my days. Goal is to have multiple parts posted in one week. I did try and tag all those who requested. Let me know if I missed any, or if you like to be tagged in future updates. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4 - Too Fast?

Sitting in Baby’s car, you sniffle wiping at tears that refuse to go away. Replaying the moment over and over in your head, you realize how close you came to something terrible happening. 

“Hey,” Baby says, taking your hand, giving a comforting squeeze. “You’re okay.” 

“I know,” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s just…How close I was to not … It’s scary.”

“But you are okay,” He said firmly. “You fought that asshole and got out of there.”

“Yeah,” you say shakily. 

“No yeah, you did that. You kicked ass today and saved yourself. That is amazing,” Baby asserted. “You are safe because of you.”

“I am,” you begin to smile. “I am safe because I kicked his ass. Well, technically I kneed his balls.”

“Even better,” Baby laughs, and finally you let out a chuckle with him.  

“Thanks for being there,” you say, as a thought crosses your mind. “Wait, why were you there?”

”I was coming back from dinner when I heard you crying. I just wish I got there sooner,” Baby says, kissing the back of your hand. 

The air thickened as you attempted to catch your breath, Baby’s eyes never leaving yours. “Me too,” you whisper, a pull deep in your chest, pulling you towards him. 

It’s four lips meeting. It’s shocks down your spine. It’s the world spinning in the opposite direction. It’s soft, hesitant; two people exploring the idea of love. His hand found the side of your face, moving to the back of your neck. Tilting your head ever so slightly, he kisses the side of your mouth. 

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smile back. Time has lost all meaning, as his lips find yours again. As his tongue licks your lips, your phone goes off, causing you to jump at the sudden noise. 

“Sorry,” you whisper, seeing a text from your friend, Amelia. 

“Where are you? You okay?” 

“Long story, be up soon.” 

“I should go,” you say, sliding your phone into your purse. 

”You can stay,” he whispers, and something inside you jumps at that idea. 

“I have to work in the morning,” you answer, before that part of you took him up on that idea. 

“Would you like me to walk you upstairs?”

Considering it for a moment, you look up at your lit-up apartment. “I’m fine, thank you,” You say, going to open your door.

“Hold on,” Baby said, getting out of the car and quickly running around to open your door. 

“You don’t have to,” you say, even as he opens the door.

“What if I want to?” his voice deepened. 

“Then okay,” you say, biting your lip. God, you’ve known this man for only a day, and somehow you've kissed him and you’re falling for him. What is going on with my life?

Opening your building’s door, you turn around. “Baby?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“Um…” you say looking down, feeling suddenly embarrassed. Going for it you ask, “Would you like my number?” 

“Of course,” he smiled widely, making your knees wobble slightly. 

Exchanging numbers, he kisses your cheek. “Call if you need anything, Angel.”

”I will,” you blush before hurrying into your building. 

Walking into your apartment, you’re on cloud nine. Heart spinning, you cannot stop the grin plastering your face. 

“Okay, so tell me that wasn’t Baby from the Saja Boys giving you a ride home from work?” Amelia demanded the moment you walked into your apartment. 

Right, Amelia; your roommate and best friend. The person whom you haven’t seen in a day, and who is currently obsessing over the Saja Boys; at least the last you checked. What are you going to tell her? 

“Um…” You don’t answer, making your way to your bedroom. 

“Don’t Ummm me,” Amelia followed. “That was Baby wasn’t it?”

“No,” You lie scrunching your face. 

“That’s your lying face,” Amelia proclaimed. “That was Baby. How do you know him?”

“Um…okay well,” You start, running your hand through your hair. “I met them yesterday.”

“Them? What do you mean, them?”

“Remember when I went out busking last night?” Amelia nodded, and you continued. “The whole band found me playing, and we ended up all going to dinner,” you say the last part quickly. 

“And you didn’t think to invite me?” Amelia asked. 

“It was late,” you try to justify. “You were already asleep or going to sleep.” 

“I would’ve woken up,” Amelia replies, voice rising an octave.  

“I should have invited you,” you admit, twisting your hands. “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t think about it until I got home.”

“It’s okay, I get it,” Amelia turns to walk away. 

“No, you don’t,” you walk after her. “I was a jerk for not inviting you. I’m sorry I should have.”

“You forgot. It’s okay,” she says, clearly trying not to appear hurt. “I made dinner, it’s in the fridge if you want some.”

“Thanks,” you say, feeling horrible. Amelia being mad, you can handle. Amelia being hurt, you can’t handle. 

Wanting to follow to explain yourself, you stop in the center of the kitchen. You have no idea how to explain yourself. During the last twenty-four hours you went out to dinner with the Saja Boys, one of them drove you to work, and kissed another.  How are you going to explain any of what’s happening in a way that doesn’t further hurt her feelings? 

Cursing, you open the fridge to find your dinner already plated. She really is the best friend, and you screwed up. You know it’s not not inviting her, it's forgetting her. It’s knowing how much she’d love getting to know them, and completely forgetting about her. 

I’m such a shitty friend, you think, sitting down to dinner. 

Baby stays until he’s certain you’re home, the memory of your kiss still tingling on his lips. It was soft, tentative, and everything Baby dreamed of. He only wishes it didn’t end so quickly. Driving home, he made his way up to his shared apartment. His mates are going to need to be filled in on the night events. God, if he were a hair slower that demon might have gotten its claws into you. 

“What happened?” Jinu asks as Baby walks through the door.

“A demon found her. We’re lucky I happened to be close by,” Baby answers, knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt your terror during the attack.

“So quickly?” Abby asks, standing from his spot on the couch. 

Baby shrugged. “Seems that way. I got there just as it was about to grab her.”

“What’d you do?” Jinu asks, as Romance and Mystery put down whatever video game they were playing. 

“Grabbed the fucker, and snapped his neck before he could lay another hand on her,” Baby answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Good,” Romance let out a sigh of relief. 

“She didn’t see you,” Mystery states.

“No,” Baby shook his head. “After taking a moment to calm down, I transformed back into this form, and walked by as if coming back from dinner.”

“But she’s okay?” Romance asks, hand over his chest. 

“Yes, when I left her she calmed down, and got home safe,” Baby answered, leaving out the part where they kissed. That’s something special between you and him.

“We can’t leave her alone anymore,” Abby stated. “If a demon has found her already, there’s no telling when another will try.”

“No we can’t,” Jinu agreed. “We need to take shifts watching over her.”

“What about when all five of us are needed for things?” Romance asked. “We can’t leave her alone anymore.”

“My animals will watch over her, and alert us if anything is nearby,” Jinu responds. 

“I don’t like that idea,” Baby shook his head. 

“We don’t have much of a choice,” Jinu responds, as Abby punches the wall. 

“We have another problem,” Mystery spoke up. “A demon has found her.”

“We know that,” Abby snapped. 

“Then Gwi-ma has found her as well.” Mystery continued. 

A series of curses from each boy echoed through the room. If Gwi-ma knows, then there’s no telling what he might try: poison, torture, death. None of which, if Baby had his way, would befall you. 

“Let’s not jump to conclusions just yet,” Jinu spoke, the voice of reason. “It’s one demon, who may not have realized what she is.”

“Or I killed it before it could report back to Gwi-ma,” Baby answered. 

“Exactly,” Jinu pointed at Baby. “Let’s just keep an eye on (Y/N), and keep her safe.”

“Nothing will get past me,” Abby rubbed his fist with his hand.    

“Or any of us,” Romance adds. “I’ll take the first shift.”

“Why you?” Abby asked. 

“Because I called it,” Romance says. 

“You can’t just call it,” Abby retorted. “We need to vote on it.”

“No we don’t,” Romance countered, as Jinu cleared his throat, gaining their attention. 

“Mystery’s already left,” Jinu pointed to the closing door. 

The next morning, you get up early, go to your favorite coffee shop, and with your purchases in hand, make your way home just in time for Amelia to be coming out of her bedroom. 

“Hey, Bestie. I know you probably still hate me, and you have every right, but I got you coffee and a scone. It’s blueberry. Warmed up.”  You hold up the purchases in your hands. 

“I’m not mad, (Y/N),” She says with a sigh. “I just…”

“I know,” you put down your purchases on the table. “I should have asked you to come, but honestly everything’s happened so fast. It’s almost like some crazy outside force has been pulling me in their direction and I can’t stop it.” 

Frowning, Amelia grabbed her coffee and scone, making you smile a little. Small win. 

“What do you mean?” Amelia asked, sitting at the table. 

You shrug, trying to put into words what you’ve been feeling. “It’s going to sound crazy.”

“Okay.”

“Well, ever since we saw them I’ve been drawn to them.”

“Like a fan?” Amelia asks. 

“No like…” You sip your coffee. “Like I want to be around them all the time.”

“Like a fan,” Amelia points out.

“No,” you repeat. “It’s more than that I swear. It’s almost like some invisible force is pulling us together. They keep showing up when I need them, and I like it.”

“Like a fan would?” she asks. 

“It’s more than that, like yesterday I was running late for work, and Romance was downstairs waiting with his car to take me to work,” you admit.  

“How did he know when you worked?”

Biting your lip, you answer. “I may have told them during dinner.”

“Okay so now we have five boys taking your dinner, one driving you to work, and the other taking you home. In one day,” she says.

“Well there’s one more tiny detail, but it needs context.”

“What?”

“You know that alley I take as a shortcut?” you ask. 

“The one I always say is too risky? Yes.”

“Well you were right,” you admit. “I was attacked in that alley by some creep. Pretty sure he was trying…” You shake your head. “You know what doesn't matter. I fought him off, kneed him in the balls.”

“Oh my god, are you okay? What’d you do next?” she asked, taking your hand in hers. 

“I ran like hell,” you admit, still more than a little shaken from the ordeal. 

“Oh my god (Y/N),” Amelia pulls you into a hug. “You should have said something last night.”

”That’s the thing, I’m fine,” you say. “After I ran like hell, Baby found me hyperventilating on a bench. He helped me calm down enough to breathe, and drove me home.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay? Do you want me to meet you at work and walk home with you?”

“Maybe,” you admit, heart racing at the idea of walking home alone again. “You sure you can?”

“Yeah, my bus passes by on the way home, I’ll just take an earlier stop,” she agreed. 

“Thanks, Amelia. You’re the best,” you two hug at the table. 

“Okay so back to Baby finding you freaking out.” Amelia changes topics. “How did he find you?”

”He was walking past after dinner.”

”At the mall?”

“Yeah.”

”Okay, so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride?”

”Okay um.. Baby and I might have sort of kissed a little,” you blush. 

“Okay,” she nodded once, taking a bite of her scone. “Okay, so let me get this all straight. Dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss?”

”Yeah that’s about it,” you nod. “Oh wait,” you bit your lip already hearing how crazy everything else is. “I sort of gave Romance and Baby my number.”

”So they all have your number.”

”Yeah.” You’d like to think they wouldn’t share your number, but thinking about it you aren’t super sure they wouldn’t. 

“Okay so now we have dinner, car ride, saving, car ride, kiss, number exchange. All in one day?” Amalia asked, skeptically. 

“No, dinner was the night before,” you try to argue. 

“It all just seems like a lot,” Amelia says. “Like one of those things happening sure, but all of them? Weird.”

”It's not weird,” you insist. 

“It’s weird. You kissed one twenty-four hours into knowing them. If I didn’t know you, I’d swear you were already falling for him.”

“What if I am?” You ask, not wanting to point out the growing feelings for all the boys. 

“Then I’d say slow it down,” she answers. “I mean I’m all for love and first sight, but this this is fast. Slow it down.”

“You might be right,” you admit, as the burning sensation presses in your chest. 

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[driftd0ll]

okay I have SO many ideas with eddie and volt but this one I thought of for quite a while bc this ending does things to me.

hate endings. they are SO sad to me in this game and make either mad, sad, or heavily disappointed in myself.

HOWEVER, WHEN IT COMES TO EDDIE AND VOLT??? suddenly its like niagra falls in my pants and my panties are soaked BAD.

so I propose: hate/make up sex with eddie and volt (taking turns on getting their frustrations out on reader)

ESPECIALLY with the way eddie cusses like it turns me on so bad. I used to not be an eddie girl like when I played the demo before the full game released, past me HATED EDDIE’S GUTS. played the demo to see what type of options is the way to make him open up to me to get the love ending cuz I loved them (I fell in love at first sight with volt hes so fine I wanted that cookie man)

full game came out? I FELL IN LOVE WITH EDDIE DURING THE ROUTE. VERY MUCH ENEMIES TO LOVERS. he said some sassy or rude shit? trust and believe I said sum slick back too cuz boy u NOT finna talk to me like that, but I managed to love him and his wannabe emo, mysterious ways.

im so fucking sorry for this long ass yap but u get my point im so in love with them its so concerning

SO YAH, HATE/MAKE UP SEX WITH EDDIE AND VOLT. maybe they had a bad argument with us or something and it results in that days or perhaps a week later (to calm things down and not to piss them off anymore then you did so you can properly communicate and work things out)

IM SO SORRY FOR YAPPING IN UR ASKS IM SO SORRY 😭✌️

i think you were in my mind bruh😭😭 i think CONSTANTLY about makeup sex with them!! coming back a week or two after getting the hate ending. lord knows Volt is a protective bitch and won’t let you near Eddie until he calms down and you explain you just really want to make it up to them, how bad you feel… Especially if everything was going swimmingly at first, and seeing how sad and desperate you are to make it up to them, who’s he to refuse? He can feel how down and pent up Eddie has been!!

(also never apologize for yapping!! this was a really good idea and i was hoarding it in my drafts for days, i hope i did it justice🫶)

Makeup Sex with Eddie and Volt

warnings; nsfw/18+, 3sum, Volt is kinda mean to you? (idk i’m still trying to play around with it, idk how mean to make him w/o being ooc), blowjobs, deepthroating, fingering

The way Volts' fingers sink into your dripping hole has you hissing, well it would have had your mouth not been filled to the brim with Eddie’s cock. The male in front of you is biting the inside of his cheek, his hand buried in your hair.

“Quite the pretty girl,” Volt mumbles, “Isn’t she, Eddie? At least she’s got that.”

You’re honestly surprised he had heard you out at all when you’d come back to the Breaker Box. Honestly, he was going to kick you out, but you were quick to explain how you wanted to make it up to them. The guilt on your face was enough to make him pause at least, long enough for you to continue- How you’d do “anything” to make it up to them. You were thinking of cleaning the bar for them or something of that nature, doing the unsavory work that they care for doing themselves!

Volt looked amused and irritated in a way that made you shrink in on yourself when you mentioned maybe helping with the bar, Eddie looked unimpressed, “We might not like that work, but we’d rather do it ourselves. You can make yourself useful in other ways, if you feel so bad about it.” Eddie nods in agreement, still a bit wary of talking to you.

“Oh, um.. Yeah,” You pause, embarrassment written all over your face. Of course, you’d be the last person they wanted fumbling around in their club. Your mind was racing, “What’d you have in mind?” Although you already knew what was going to happen, you pressed your thighs together anxiously as heat filled you, biting your lip just enough to come off as suggestive as you looked up at the two men.

“God, her mouth,” Eddie rumbles as you let out a muffled moan, nose buried in his pubes and against his lower abdomen, hallowing your cheeks while straining to look up at him. One of his hands rests on the top of your head, guiding you up and down the length of his dick. “I didn’t even have to ask you to open up, did I? Shit…” Volt lets out a noise, amused and above it all as he continues fingering you with a cruel rhythm, it’s deep and makes you feel like he’s trying to pick you apart from the inside, but it’s so, so goddamn slow.

The long-haired male tilts his head, bending down to kiss along your spine with a deep chuckle, “Do you think we should forgive you? You hurt us a lot.” He pauses teasingly, listening to your muffled whines, “What do you think, Eddie? I’m not so convinced she deserves that yet.”

“I-“ Eddie grunts when you suck harder, glaring down as you look up at him, “Fuck, whatever. I’ll forgive her as long as she keeps me down that fuckin’ throat.” Volt sighs, rewarding you with a fast crook of his fingers, making your back arch. You allow yourself to become absorbed in pleasuring Eddie, relaxing into Volts’ skilled hands as he massages the deepest parts inside of you. The room is filled with the almost rhythmic wet sounds of your cunt being played with and your throat being fucked.

A whine resounds from deep within your stuffed throat as Volt unceremoniously pulls his fingers out with a wet sound. The sound of a zipper makes your ears perk up, wiggling your hips in hopes of enticing him. The only thing you’re met with, however, is a small but sharp shock to the ass and a chuckle that makes you clench around nothing. “No, no- don’t be stupid, now, and keep still. Eddie may be willing to forgive, but you haven’t quite earned that from me.” He isn’t looking for any answer, busying himself tapping his cock along your folds, sliding against them. “You’re soaked.. Did you come in here like this, hm? For us, or do you come crawling back to everyone you make a little mad, offering yourself up in exchange for forgiveness?”

“Slutty thing,” Volt mutters, one hand firmly on your hip while the other one aligns his cock with your hole. Eddie had stopped thrusting, gripping your hair to keep you from moving your head up. After a minute of teasing- Volt pushing the head just barely inside before pulling away again, tapping against your clit meanly— he finally thrusts in, a groan ripped from his throat.

Eddie, who’d been watching intently, hisses when you gasp in surprise, gagging around his cock as you try to pull away. He doesn’t let you, gripping the back of your head tighter before petting your hair, muttering through gritted teeth, “Nuh-uh, take it. You said you would, remember? So you’re gonna fuckin’ take it.” He wastes no more time, forcefully bobbing your head again, timed with Volts’ harsh and merciless thrusts to ensure you’re always full.

Between the two of them, your mind feels foggy, like your thoughts are being fucked out of your brain- Leaking out every time Volts cock bullies your gushing walls, or when Eddie stuffs his down your throat. The knot building in your lower stomach is tightening, swelling until it feels like you’re going to explode in a hot mess, and the male behind you can tell.

Volt’s grip tightens as his cock pistons in and out, groaning loudly. A small shock to your as has you tightening around him, “Fuck,” he curses, his usually smooth voice rumbling through gritted teeth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Eddie makes a guttural noise, bunching your hair up at the base as his own thrusts become sloppy. It’s hard to focus on any one thing, but deep in the crevices of your mind you manage to realize that Eddie is close, sucking obscenely, harshly while burying your face into him. You reach with one hand, then two, to grab his thighs- having to deliriously trust you’re not going to fall as you pull him closer, moaning as Volt continues fucking your dripping cunt. Eddie tilts his head back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly as you choke around him, “God, you gonna swallow? let me creampie that throat?” He snorts as you gag and moan, rolling his hips further into you, “I might just skip the ‘ignoring you’ part next time you say some stupid shit, go straight to this instead. I’ll have to switch with Volt though, let him get a taste of that mouth…” Eddie trails off, flushed.

The three of you fill the room with wet, sloppy noises, curses and grunts falling almost animalistically from their lips. They’re speeding up, racing to the edge and you’re not far behind- Moaning around Eddie’s thick cock as you cum, black filling your vision for a second as your pussy spasms intensely around Volt. You try to pull back momentarily, but Eddie grabs you and harshly thrusts inside again, crying out freely as he fills your throat, causing you to sputter and tear up before greedily drinking the thick, salty substance down while he finally pulls out.

This is the first time since they started that your mouth has been free of cock, hoarse cries falling from swollen lips as Volt pushes you down into the bed, keeping your ass up. The long-haired male is quick, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he works on pushing himself over, keeping your body still despite its twitches in overstimulated protest.

“Volt,” you babble, near incoherent and raspy, “Please!” The male hisses, speeding up until shooting up your fluttering insides with his cum with stuttering hips. “Shit, fuck, yes! Pretty girl, such a greedy goddamn pussy-“ You don’t quite understand any more of what he’s saying, but it makes your already sensitive hole clench as he continues cursing, slowing down before slowly (very slowly) pulling out.

Volt pants quietly, hands gliding to massage the tender fats of your ass as he watches his cum dribble out and down your thighs. So messy.

Eddie is still in front of you, sitting back and stroking his half-hard cock. He’s recovered fairly fast since painting your throat white, watching intensely as Volt continued screwing you silly into their shared mattress. You’re not so quick, twitching and mumbling into the sheets as Volt rubs your skin- The parts he sent a spark to, however small, in the heat of the moment almost apologetically, although Eddie knows Volt is anything but.

A few more fucks like this, and they may think about forgiving you fully. They’re not so stupid as to not realize you’d meant it when you said you’d do anything for them to forgive you, and they’re no so stupid as to not play into your little bribe.

[kyuteflesh]

Hey hey I saw your post and i guess that gives me permission to share my thoughts. Can you write reader turning on the squid game boys (seperately or not, your choice) and they can't do anything about it since they're in public then it turns out reader was doing it on purpose?

VARIOUS SQUID GAME BOYS / GN!READER

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hiii anon!! i had a better message written but i accidentally cut it last second.. too late to go back now. i hope this is up to your expectations! if you guys want any others characters lmk! rqs are always open, just be sure to be specific. anywho, enjoy :D

ps sorry for working so slow! i’ve been out of it lately, super exhausted. i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible so everybody can read! i hope the tiredness didn’t shine through too much towards the end.. PLEASEE LIKE & REBLOG SO OTHERS CAN SEE MY WORK THANK U（╹◡╹）

⚠️: suggestive content, mdni, 1 mention of “daddy” w/ thanos ..

KANG DAEHO :

this one is less explicit than the rest!! sorry! i will make it up in another post w/ him :3

- you and daeho were spending time at the mall shopping

- he didn’t mind at all !! it was his favorite activity honestly

- he gets to watch you try on cute outfits & see the smile on your face whenever he pays for u :D it’s a treat for either side

- this time things got interesting to say the least ..

- you were in the middle of trying on different pairs of bottoms and wanted his judgement on which to get.

- you opened the dressing room door just enough to reveal your face. “daeho, could you please come in here? i need you.”

- “of course, my love!” he was always eager to help you no matter what it was. he’s the sweetest <3

- “which one should i get? i can’t decide..” you skimmed through the hangers, picking out a pair of shorts you knew weren’t going to go up all the way

- you turned your back to daeho and faced the mirror. putting your legs through, you pulled them up as far as they could go until your thighs got in the way

- “ugh, seriously? i swore these would’ve fit,” you scoffed, angling your backside in a way that would show off your ass.

- you could see daeho getting redder by the second. he couldn’t tell if he should avert his eyes or continue to approve of what he saw? either way, he wasn’t gonna protest

- you noticed the arousal growing in him. “what’s wrong? you don’t like them?” you gave a fake pout, turning back to face him

- “o-of course not, y/n! you will always be the most beautiful girl in the world to me. i wouldn’t trade you for anything,” daeho reassured you before pulling you in for a hug

- “where’s my kiss?:((” *mwah*

••••• @ home

- “cooking me dinner? you feeling fancy or what?” you joked, poking his side

- “what’s wrong with cooking for my sexy partner? i would like to keep what we have, ya know,” he responded while rolling his eyes

- “..and besides, i can’t help it, you looked so good earlier. i don’t mean to be disrespectful but god, your ass is amazing,” daeho whispered into your ear as you melted into the palm of his hand

- “you’re a perv,” you teased.

- “HEY YOU STARTED IT!”

-“so my plan worked! >:)”

- “why don’t we take this somewhere we’ll have more room?” he suggested, carrying you away to start what wouldn’t be finished for awhile. hehe

PARK MINSU :

- minsu wanted you to keep him company while he studied. you thought the library would be great for you guys to get out and enjoy the afternoon

- minsu had an upcoming test for uni that he wanted to pass. he was a smart cookie, you knew that. you were sure he wouldn’t have too much trouble figuring it out by himself.. but you wanted to give him a challenge of your own ;)

- “y/n, i need help.. do you have any ideas for this?” minsu asked, circling the area of concern with the tip of his eraser

- you giggled, “i can sure try.” you skimmed over the passage and tried to take in as much information as you could. doing so as you traced circles on his hand with your thumb

- minsu is a known FIEND for your physical touch. he loves you more than himself .. only naturally

- you tried your best to sound like you knew what you were talking about but in all honesty, you were too caught up trying to get him turned on as discreetly as possible

- a fun little game if you must

- you did just that, softly rubbing your foot on his crotch. enough for him to feel it but not enough to be noticed. to make it better, nobody was really around to care

- “y/n, p-please.. you can’t do this here.” his voice was lower and shakier. signaling your antics were working

- “do what exactly? i thought you wanted my help?” you liked the desperation in his voice when you teased him

- “i do.. but you’re gonna give me another problem to deal with. right here too?” minsu said as he gulped.

- “what do you mean?”

- he glanced down. “come on, stop this– you know what i’m talking about.”

- you released him from your touch and focused your attention back to the book in your hands.

- “suit yourself.” (no pun intended) (only highly intelligent people will understand)

•••• @ home

- minsu completed his test earlier on his personal laptop. he was anxiously awaiting his score at the edge of your bed

- “68%? how did i do this bad?” he scoffed, laying back in frustration.

- “what’s wrong babe?” you questioned, beginning to run your fingers through his hair

- “i failed,” he groaned. he buried his head in your lap. your comfort is all he wanted in this moment

- “im sorry, baby. i wish i could be more help,” you took his hand into yours.

- he looked away, “it’s not your fault at all! i mean.. in a sense? but, i should’ve paid more attention.”

- “in a sense?”

- “no no not like that don’t take what i said the wrong way please. i just meant.. you got me so riled up earlier- you could start helping by me there! i- i don’t know-“ minsu laughed nervously.

- “it wasn’t my intention to get you to fail,” you said. “i can’t control myself around you minsu. im sorry, and i want to help satisfy you.“

- “what do you mean,” minsu asked.

- “well i may or may not have wanted to get your attention,” you grinned sheepishly. you began to unbuckle his pants, pulling his dick out and giving the tip small kitten licks. you watched as minsu threw his head back in ecstasy. it was so easy to please him

- “fuck, maybe this is worth the F.”

NAMGYU :

- being a bartender was an interesting field of choice. namgyu got to see shit faced people making a fool of themselves, bar fights, gossip, drugs. a favorite of his. but nothing would compare to his all time favorite find; you.

- his whole entire world

- tonight you came into his work and ordered your usual. “what’s a fine piece of ass like you doing in a place like this?” you whistled to him jokingly.

- “his exprrssion would say he was embarrassed and he definitely did not know you— but you knew he liked your silly comments

- “$13.72. but for you, i’ll just need that number, baby doll.” namgyu winked. (i like to think he jokingly flirts like a middle aged man) (do you guys hate me)

- “yoi slide him a $20. “keep the change.”

- “no but seriously, what’s up, babe? i’ve missed you tonight,” namgyu questioned you as he wiped down the counter.

- “that’s exactly why i’m here. i’ve missed you too.” you went on, “you know.. i got this new pair of underwear.. it’s lace,” you whispered to him, “but i don’t think i like it that much.”

- namgyus expression turned blank. “i’m sorry?”

- you crossed your legs “i don’t know. feel like it makes my butt look too big.”

- “and that’s bad how exactly?”

- “i don’t know. i don’t like the way it rides up my ass.”

- namgyu could only picture it now

- why did you have to stir such thoughts while he was working?

••• in the car

- you had gone to pick him up later that night. namgyu couldn’t get the picture out of his head the rest of his shift.

- “i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed. he was feeling you up, beginning to work his way to your crotch

- he’s impulsive .. and curious.. he turned on his flash to take a quick peek of what you had on underneath

- to his surprise, you had on the underwear you previously mentioned

- “this is what you were talking about? all i see is perfection.”

- “really?:3”

- “y/n, i feel like this was planned.”

- …

- “so it was?”

- “you’re definitely getting it.”

- let’s just say he did not hold back once you got back home.

CHOI SUBONG (THANOS) :

- your boyfriend was a notorious party animal. you guys were currently attending a bash for his latest drop

- you were wearing an outfit that hugged your curves just right. his favorite

- you were sitting down on one of many chairs. just trying to get your mind off of everything going on in life

- “your majesty, sitting down still?” thanos took a seat next to you, snaking his arm around your waist

- “we’ve already been to 6 parties in the past week. i’ve had my fair share,” you snorted

- “you wanna dance? i can’t have my baby feeling left out. relax” subong insisted. he grabbed you by the arm and tugged you along to where a group of people were

- you guys joined the bunch. losing yourself to what was playing on the speakers

- you made it a statement to continue brushing against his cock, but keept an innocent act

- “listen to me, if you keep that up you’re gonna have to be ready for the night of your life.”

- “what? you know i’m bad at dancing.” you shrugged, continuing on.

- he pulled you in closer, feeling his hard on.“either way you certainly have my attention. especially with what you’re wearing.. you’re lucky i don’t just take you now.”

•••• @ home

“don’t think i haven’t forgotten about earlier.”

“oh trust me, i’m ready.” you got on the bed, sprawled out on all fours

- “you’re such a brat. it’s time for you to be punished,” subong growled, giving you a light smack to the face.

- “mmm, i promise can take it, daddy,” you moaned as you stuffed your face into the mattress.

- “that’s right, baby. don’t be shy to make a mess on it.”

LEE MYUNGGI :

- myunggi wanted to take you out. he bought you your favorite food. you guys had gone to a park to eat.

- you were sitting on his lap, peacefully enjoying your meal.

- your mind began to wander. you were desperate for him. you started to slowly grind down.

- “thanks, this food is super good, ya know!”you said, munching away .

- myunggi began to sweat. “of course, y/n, but..”

- “maybe we should try walking by the pond later? i noticed there was koi,” you continued on, still moving your hips.

- “you know what you’re doing.” he grabbed you to steady your pace.

- “i’m not gonna argue, but just know im not gonna let up later on.”

- you smirked. “can’t hear you. and i definitely don’t know what you’re talking about”

••• @ home

- you were at home, still sitting on his lap while he played whatever on his pc.

- “what’s wrong, babe? you’ve hardly spoken to me,” you complained, frowning.

- “you know exactly what i’ve been thinking about,” myunggi tsked.

- “what might that be?” you asked, grinding down as you had before

- “that!!” he yelped in pleasure.

- he started to rub on you. he slipped his hand down into your warmth, working his hard cock into your clothed ass.

- “you’re gonna make me feel good? huh?” he panted, using your shoulder for support.

- you nodded as your grip on his desk tightened. myunggi wasn’t gonna let you forget who you belonged to.

[prettyarbitrary]

Info on Google Docs NSFW Lockouts

I've been helping friends who host NSFW content on Google Docs with backing up and migrating off it, so I figured I could share that here.

1: Facts about Google Docs banning/removing NSFW content

They've always done this, actually. It isn't new, although they do go through periods where they get more stinky about it. If you really look at their terms and conditions, they tell you that while they won't interfere with NSFW content in private files, they do reserve the right to meddle when you make that file public/share the link. The words are "you may not DISTRIBUTEadult content via GoogleDocs."

So when you enable a shared link on a file, like below, you're considered to be 'distributing' it. 

As a side note, this also makes that file fair game to be fed into their AI training. 

As far as I understand, sharing a file with a specific other account or several--such as editors or co-authors--does not count as public distribution.

More on how to protect yourself, back up your files and alternative services under the cut.

Keep in mind, GoogleDocs is not meant as a content distribution system. It isn't meant as a hosting solution for people to access and read your fics, or even to share and distribute socially beneficial information like "What to do in a disaster emergency." I say this even though I have some community-help files of my own in my Drive, and am knowingly violating their service's intended use. This kind of file-sharing drains their resources in a way they didn't design the service for and they don't treat it particularly kindly--especially when they catch you with explicitly prohibited content like adult material. 

2: Protect all your stuff by backing up your Google Drive

Okay, so what to do? First, a good idea ALWAYS is to periodically back up your Google Drive files.

Never ever ever ever trust that the online service you use won't shit the bed one day and ruin that whole portion of your life. Operate on the expectation that sooner or later, that will inevitably happen, and keep backup copies of everything that matters to you.

The good news with Google Drive is that this is pretty easy! You can select files or folders and download them in a ZIP file on the spot. They'll download as Microsoft Office documents (.docx, .pptx, .xlsx, etc), in the existing folder structure you have in your Google Drive.

Alternatively, you can use Google Takeout to request a chunk or all of your Google Drive--and more! This lets you select not only Google Drive but also other chunks of your Google account if you want them--photos, emails, blogs, and more. What's helpful about doing it this way is that you can set it to break the files up into smaller ZIP files instead of one giant 30GB file of photos or whatever. Handy if your internet connection is begging for mercy!

Takeout can take a day or three, especially if you have a lot of data you're requesting. When it's done collecting the data, it will email you a download link. From there, you can click download and save the ZIP files to your computer. It does a good job of honoring your existing folder structures and file titles.

3: How to keep Google Docs from kicking your ass about NSFW content

The fact that Google Docs states they only worry about shared documents means you should (theoretically, assuming they are adhering to their own stated rules which these companies are not necessarily always doing) be able to protect yourself pretty easily by turning off 'anyone with the link can view.'

If you have loads of files set with this--as I did--you can bulk manage it! Sort of. I say 'sort of' because their bulk management feature sucks. It's still better than doing it manually per file, but bleh.

Anyway! Here's how.

You go into 'My Drive' or a sub-folder you want to manage. 

Above the list there's a set of filter options. Click on 'People'. 

In the dropdown, you'll see a list of users with access to your files, and at the bottom 'Anyone with the link.' Select that bottom one.

This will filter your file list to only the ones with that access permission turned on.

Now, if you want to select all the files on the list, there's a keyboard shortcut: CTRL + A. If you only want to select specific ones, you can hold down CTRL and click on the files you want to select.

When you start selecting files, a context menu bar will appear at the top of the file list. When you have all your files selected, click the little person with a + sign.

This will open a dialogue box. Here's the part where the bulk management will start to suck. Because this LOOKS like you should just be able to change them all using that General access setting, right? Except: it doesn't work.

Instead, what you have to do is look beneath it. See that button for 'Chicago Spirit - Setting Ideas?' That area is actually scrollable. It lists each the files you have selected with their current access permissions. Hover your cursor over it and start scrolling, and you'll see.

This window is annoyingly small, and you still have to manage each file individually--but it saves you a lot of clicking. Click on that 'anyone with the link' beneath the file name button and it pops open a permissions dialog. Select 'Restricted' to turn off the public link. Keep scrolling down and doing this for each file you want to switch permissions for.

Ta da! You have cleaned up your Google Drive access permissions!

4: But what if I WANT to share my NSFW content? Where else can I go?

A couple of years ago, the answer to this question sucked. But now the landscape is much better! There are a lot of solid options. Which one is right for you can depend on your situation.

Zoho has Zoho Writer and Zoho Workdrive. Zoho Writer is a GoogleDocs-alike. Zoho Workdrive is a whole suite, including spreadsheets and the rest. Both of these offer free plans, and also very cost-effective paid plans starting at just a couple USD per month.

Proton Drive is another one that has a full suite of online office tools, including docs, spreadsheets and more. They have a free tier, they are end-to-end encrypted, and their servers are not hosted in the US (they are owned by a Swiss company). Proton is the same company that owns Proton Mail and Proton VPN. Their CEO made the news earlier this year by saying nice things about the Republicans. He's not MAGA--he's not even American--and whether he actually believed what he said or he was trying to curry favor with the Trump administration (ass-kissing does work with them) is debatable. But while that might make you question whether to plot revolutions using their services, the end-to-end encryption means your smut and LGBT content should be able to dwell there without disruption.

Ellipsus is one of the newer players on the scene. They do NOT offer a full suite--they're writing only. They do offer GoogleDocs-like tools for co-writing, editing and sharing links. They're also honestly more mobile-friendly than GoogleDocs. I like them a lot--I find their interface smooth and elegant. They declare an anti-censorship, pro-privacy ethos and currently are completely free. However, while I can't find it now, when I signed up they did have a section on their website talking about how they expect to go to a subscription model once they come out of beta. Which isn't bad--they seem good and they deserve to be able to pay their bills--but it's an FYI for people who wouldn't be able or willing to pay for the service.

CryptPad.fr is another end-to-end encrypted service with data hosted outside the US (they're French). Again, they offer a suite of office tools including writing, spreadsheets and more--they have kanban boards, actually, that's unusual. The other thing that's unique about Cryptpad is that they're actually open source. CryptPad.fe is the flagship instance, and they offer both free and paid tiers. But you could join a whole different instance hosted by someone else and get the same services for free. Or, if you're the techy type, you could even download the software and install it yourself to host your own.

There are loads of others these days, along with apps like Evernote (made for a different purpose but it lets you write from anywhere and share it) or LibreOffice (a free open source office suite for your computer if you want Microsoft Office functionality but you hate Microsoft) or Scrivener (a writing program for your computer with extensive functionality for organizing and formatting). But that should get you started on options.

[yuuuraaa]

｡𖦹° Took Your Heart, Now You Paid the Price - 심재윤

🎧ྀིlistening to…┊: Angeleyes - ABBA

searching… one network found! @a-dream-bookmark

[🎤]artist ~ popular!jake x f!reader [💿]album type ~ lovers! [🎧]genre ~ angst no comfort [▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| |] duration ~ oneshot {warnings!} heartbreak, cursing, you already moved on but jake didn’t, regret, jake and his friends are kinda assholes

[𝕭ecause...] you found out all those memories together were only for a bet. but for jake, it was all real.

producer’s note! [- had a thought (rare) while listening to abba… and its part of an event by @orimuraa, oh and i did kinda copy and paste the bet scene for flashback…-]

jiji’s original fic!

♪⋆.✮🎧ྀི𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮

forget-me-nots, a sign of wanting to never be forgotten. and for jake, this is exactly what he wanted, to not be forgotten by you.

but you? you wanted to forget sim jaeyun with every ounce of your body, maybe even the sim name entirely.

why? because you were just a bet to him, a way to earn some quick, easy, and forgettable cash.

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

“okay, we have a bet for you, jakey,” heeseung proposed one lunch, sliding his lunch to the side.

jake didn’t answer, just quirked his eyebrow at his friends as he continued to chew his lunch.

“100 bucks if you can get that quiet chick to fall for you,” jay snickered, nodding his head in your direction.

jake glanced over to where jay was looking, seeing you sitting with your small group of friends, smiling softly as the sun light hit you perfectly, making your skin look like a sunshine dream.

jake’s stomach dropped slightly though, not sure if this was a good idea. and it was almost as if his friends noticed his doubt.

“oh come on, don’t tell me you’re gonna turn it down,” sunghoon smirks, testing jake’s patience.

“who said i wouldn’t do it,” jake bites back, almost immediately regretting his words right after he said them. he knew this was a bad idea, you seemed so sweet and pure, and this would surely break you. but a bet is a bet, isn’t it?

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

oh, how that memory haunted jake now. so he tried to take his mind off of you. maybe, judt maybe, he would forget you and move on.

but boy was he wrong.

there you were, wrapped up in a cardigan walking alone in the park. where he brought another girl.

then, you saw him, and you saw the way he looked at her. the way he captivates everyone with hid angel-like eyes.

it was a trap, of course it was, any smart person knows he just does one-night-stands.

any smart person would also try to help someone who might fall for a trick.

so, off you went, tear stains, messed makeup and all, confronting jake one last time.

you put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, looking at jake the whole time.

“I wouldn’t want to fall for a guy like him, just fucks around with girls’ hearts.” you told the girl, a shocked expression now covered her face.

“hey– look, don’t try to ruin my chances at a relationship just because we didn’t last.” jake retorted, his heart twisting at how hurt you looked.

was it his doing? of course it was, he broke your heart. and it hurt him more than it ever did you.

“we didn’t last? i was just some shitty- ass bet for you! you had no real attachment to me at all! and last i checked, we were never together in the first place.” you shouted angrily, tears stinging your eyes, the evening breeze blowing harder, unding your loose bun.

you were as beautiful as ever, even in this heartbroken state. the moonlight dancing on your face as if it belonged there.

but, his thoughts were soon interrupted when you told the girl to leave and never talk to him again.

“now that’s she’s gone, please, can we talk?” jake pleaded, going on his knees and begging at your feet.

“i don’t want to talk, about things we’ve gone through. though it hurt me, now it’s history. there is nothing to talk about, jake.” you said in firm voice, crossing your arms, sighing.

”i was a fool, please. let me explain my half of the story.” jake continued to beg, tugging at your cardigan to hide the tears beginning to swell in his eyes.

“it was a mistake staying here after helping that poor girl. i should leave.” you said, forcing jake to let go of your cardigan.

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

when you got home, you felt something in your pocket. a small note from jake.

“My Dearest Love,

I know that you might never want to face me again,

but please,

finish reading this letter first.

I really loved you,

And I still do,

Please, atleast forgive me.

Eternally Yours, Knowing You Will Never Be Mine Again,

Sim Jake.”

[shurisbathwater]

ALL I NEED ; Rapper!Riri hcs.

#CW ! ; suggestive, smut, fluff. a bit of everything, really. BLACK FEM READER #WC ! ; 0.6k

#NOTES ! ; hello yes this is my big debut. This idea has been sitting in the drafts 4 a while now so I might as well drop it but with some adjustments. enjoy babies <3 !!

all I need ─ lloyd.

Rapper!Riri who always has you decked out in the finest jewellery and has your hair done by the finest hair stylists in LA who always have your hair laid right.

Rapper!Riri who acts like you're the celebrity and she's a fan. Constantly hyping you up and taking pictures of you by the millesecond.

You're combing out your straight jet black bussdown (that she obviously paid for) in the mirror, a serious look on your face as it cascades down low to your ass. Makeup done, outfit on! You hear giggling and someone geeking in the back and you roll your eyes once you see a phone's flash on in the corner of your eye. "Ri…" your lips curve into a smile as you turn.

"Look at my baddie y'all!"

Rapper!Riri who always needs invites you to different countries due to her busy and free-flowing career. She's flying out to Miami to promote her new album? cool, you are too. London for a show? you better have your bags packed.

Rapper!Riri who always shows you off without hesitation. Of course she's a heart-throb to many, but her love is reserved for one person in the world. You're the one and only muse for her art. Some might claim she's a little obsessed.

"So, Riri, what's inspired your upcoming album?" "My girl." She replies simply and plainly, no questions asked.

"My love chose my hairstyle for this show. She has such good taste." She grins sheepishly to the crowd of people who paid to see her preform, gaining laughs and cheers in response.

Rapper!Riri who's never afraid to show you off no matter the location. Performing at a club? you're behind the dj, red cup in hand as you vibe out to the music that's dedicated and all about you, (with your hair laid ofc) in that little black dress she'll have the honours of slipping off you later. Rapper!Riri who seems to understand you in and out, and knows that the fast, fame-charged life can be a little crazy for you and out of your comfort zone. You'd get recognized in public places quite a bit, or on the other hand you get overstimulated at the amounts of events and people you meet. She constantly reassures you, subtly, with a simple graze on your arm and waist or asking if you're okay here and there. She's ready to go if you even glance at her the wrong way. "You okay, baby? you know I'm always ready to go if you are. This doesn't matter."

Rapper!Riri who always shows her love for you in one way or another, Random bouquets of your favourite flowers at your door if she's not physically present. If she is there she pioritises the little free time she gets towards quality time with you ──Although her personal favourite is eating you until you're crying during a late night sesh in the studio, your pretty sounds echoeing into the mic as adlibs for her new track.

She claimed she desperately needed you there and went on about how she appreciated your feedback and your amazing ear for music. And now you're here, legs wrapped around her neck as your manicured nails latch onto the seat beneath you.

"Can't believe this is all mine," she murmurs against you, quivering as you feel her breath against your quivering thighs, legs wrapped around her neck and hauled onto her shoulders. "So fucking pretty."

"Gotta share this with the world, mama. You don't mind, do you?" She slowly drags her red, hazy eyes up to yours and you blink intuitively in response, trying to find your words in a midst of your fucked out brain.

"No, Ri...oh my──" She has you throwing your head back, once again.

Rapper!Riri is truly, utterly obsessed with every single piece of you.

[avocado-writing]

inspired by a situation i’ve recently been in because i don’t usually drink 😂 — cardi and reader having a movie night and trying a new ice cream together (found it in the ministry kitchen, perhaps?) without realizing it’s just alcoholic enough to get them a little tipsy. (whatever you’d like) ensues, but i know i get really cuddly when i’ve had a drink.

aww lovely idea! copia x gn!reader. fic rated T, friends to lovers - just some drunk kissing and copia copping a feel of your ass.

"Copia..."

"mmm?"

"I feel kinda... funny..." a giggle looses its way through your esophagus and the world spins a little bit.

"hm, I know what you mean, it's almost like I'm..."

"drunk?" you finish, suddenly finding it very hard to sit upright. thankfully Copia is right there for support and you find yourself leaning on him heavily, not trusting your own body.

you're sharing ice-cream straight out of the carton, not caring about each other's germs because obviously best friends don't, fighting to scrape the dregs out the bottom with duelling spoons. an evening watching movies and eating junk food has quickly become woozy and wonky. you attempt not to fall off of the sofa as you snatch the offending item off the coffee table, bringing it far too close to your face than is probably necessary, and yet what you think you definitely need to do.

"oh my god..."

"what?"

"this is boozy ice-cream, Copia! it's been made with amaretto!"

"ah... but we ate the whole thing..."

"I know!" fall back against him, pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes as if it might help slow the room around you. you feel Copia's arm wrap around you to keep you steady. ahh. warm.

"well, we can just sit here until it wears off, okay? shouldn't be too long..." Copia reasons. you nod and find yourself leaning into his embrace, snaking your own arms around his thick, solid chest. he feels nice. has he always felt this nice?

the movie keeps playing. you realise you're tracing little patterns in between his pectorals with his fingers. he's caressing your arm with his thumb.

"Copia..."

"mm, baby?"

does he mean to call you that? you don't mind. actually, you love it. you pull back, bleary-eyed, trying to meet his gaze.

"can I sit in your lap?"

the alcohol is making you brave, and his plush thighs look inviting, so how can you resist?

also, maybe, secretly, you've always wanted to ask. this has just given you the edge to do it.

"oh. yeah. that's a good idea," he slurs slightly, but helps you rearrange yourself until you find a comfortable perch on his lap. the two of you slowly drag your attentions back to the movie.

more of those little circles drawn on each other's skin. his arms tight around you. he whispers your name a couple of minutes later.

"yeah?" you mutter.

"can I kiss you?"

"that's a good idea," you parrot back, and drag your mouth up to meet his.

it's messy, sloppy, the booze in your veins making you both a little heavy-handed. but it's worth it to taste his tongue in your mouth, still a little ice-cream cold, but tinged with a wanting heat.

you tangle your fingers in his hair. he cups your ass. your noses and teeth bump together and he hums into your mouth.

"is it a good idea to tell you I've wanted to do that for a long time?" you ask, eventually, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes, warmth blooming in your chest from happiness and liquer. he grins, and you see you've made a wonderful mess of his papal paints.

"is it a good idea to tell you i've had a crush on you for, eh, ever?"

"mm, it's a good idea. shall we kiss again, Copia?"

"okiedokie," he says, and then his tongue is back in your mouth, and the film quite forgotten.

[runaarinn]

✦ 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭

› 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

› 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲: everything is all good here, feel free to indulge as much as you’d like!

› 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: this is kind of just what I think some of these boys would do at a black cookout

› 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: lowkey I just got this idea randomly while I was at a cookout, so I absolutely had to run with it. I may or may not make a part two because I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you lovlies enjoy as well!<33

ᥫ᭡ 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 — he loud one. he is absolutely gonna be the loud one at every single function he is attends. more than likely, if he’s not the one on aux, he sure as hell will be the one that’s tearing up the dance floor. any line dance that’s playing — trust and believe that he’s going to be front and center.  the cupid shuffle? not one of his faves, but he’ll still do it. the electric slide? also not one of his faves, but he sure as hell will be sliding along the grass at the cookout. now if somebody got the wobble playing — everyone better clear out and give my boy some space because he’s about to cut upppp. he’s gonna be in the front with the aunties and uncles. just overall he would have a really great time. unfortunately, you will be having to haul his ass out of the function because he’ll keep just keep begging you to stay for one more dance, and even try and pull you into dance so you’d forget that you wanted to leave to begin with.

"wait, baby please, I promise, this will be the last dance. actually, matter of a fact — come with me, it'll be funnn!"

ᥫ᭡ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 — I feel like akaashi somehow ends up on babysitting duty at most of the cookouts. maybe not all of them, but definitely a really good majority of them. the first time it happened, you had taken your eyes off of him for one second so you could fix both of you a plate, and you returned to see him with some random baby in his arms? and when I say random baby, like genuinely, you have never seen that baby not once in your life. the baby had seemed relatively calm, but akaashi looked visibly panicked. when you tried to take the baby from akaashi’s arms to return them to their rightful owner parent, the baby immediately started fussing. with some time, akaashi assured you that it was okay. and in due time, he did become more relaxed with the baby, and this seemed to carry on to most future cookouts as well. your family somehow deemed him as the unofficial babysitter / babyholder, and he does not mind one bit. anymore at least he doesn’t.

"i- i don't even know whose child this is. but she won't let go of me."

ᥫ᭡ 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 — oikawa is most certainly the man that comes late as shit to the cookout. if you sent out an invite that said the cookout starts at 4pm, but you really meant 7pm — oikawa ain’t pulling up till 10pm. and somehow, by the graces of god; someone is still on the grill and there’s food still coming out, or someone saved him a plate that somehow didn’t get knocked over with the amount of kids running around. like I know black people time is a real thing, but whatever time oikawa is running on, he needs to stay far, far away with that shit, it’s actually ridiculous. I think at every single function/cookout, he does come in really well dressed. like he’s not gonna pull up in a pair of sweats and some random shirt, like he actually puts effort into his fits. I can see him wearing white air force 1’s religiously — and they survive every single function, lIke I truly have nothing to back it up, they just somehow survive and they never look like a hot mess. 

"wowwww, y'all really started the party without me? that's wild, I see how it is." "..." "where's my plate, though?"

ᥫ᭡ 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 — he’s definitely on the grill with somebody's uncle. if it ain’t your uncle, it’s sure as hell gonna be somebody’s uncle. I truly don’t have anything to back this up, but I can most definitely see him with his shirt off, and he’s just left in a typical white beater, and he for sure has that lil white rag thrown over his shoulder to dab the sweat away at his forehead. honestly, praise to all the uncles and aunties at the cookout who take one for the team to be grilling, and making food for everyone. on top of just grilling, I feel like kuroo also always makes sure that everyone is eating, and everyone's plate is stuffed with whatever they wanna eat, including the kids. I never understood the concept of kids only eating the hot dogs and burgers, and like the ribs and other stuff being for the “adults”. trust and believe, kuroo gon make sure everyone is grubbing and eating good and whatever the hell they wanna eat.

"Imma need you to tell your little cousin to stop hovering over my grill like that — if he wants me to fix him a plate, I need lil man to come over here and tell me what he wants. I swear I'm not as scary as I look."

ᥫ᭡ 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 — osamu is certainly playing games with all the grown-ups and cousins at the table on the grass at the cookout. even though osamu isn’t as loud and rambunctious as his counterpart, I feel like he most certainly is with all the shenanigans. but like on the downlow. I feel like you would certainly see this when it comes to playing card games or just any games in general with him. at first, it’ll start out with him playing a board game inside the house with the kids and everyone, and let's say you’re playing monopoly. he somehow keeps getting more and more money, and stealing properties from people, but nobody bats an eye until damn near the end of the game. oh and don’t let this boy touch uno, because he is ruthless. I feel like he’s the type of person to call ‘uno’ before you do, so, you’d have to draw 2. [i hate him bad]. and on top of that, I feel like he's the type of person to have like 2-4 draws in his deck, every fucking game. oh my gosh and please don’t let him start playing spades at the table with all the uncles and aunties because he’s most definitely going to cut up. I don’t think he’s the type to cheat, but I think he’s a low-key a sore loser and will try and win by any means necessary. and I mean any. 

"ya can't call me a cheater if you never caught me in the act. maybe I'm just better, and you're just ass."

these are very much fighting words, and he knows it.

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

ᥫ᭡ 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 — alongside akaashi, I think hinata would be on babysitting duty, but not with like the babies. like with the older kids, between the ages of like 9-14. hinata is most certainly a hyperactive person, so I think he would get along great with a lot of the little ones naturally. I feel like he would most certainly be running up and down the block; whether it's him teaching the kiddos how to play a little bit of volleyball, playing manhunt, or playing cops & robbers. them kids will be entertained. they get yelled at a couple of times to stop coming in and outta the house, and to stop leaving the door wide open when they’re coming inside too. [I fear this happened one too many times to me]. 

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[luciacaminoz]

Waiter! Can I get a wake up kiss for Sol and Ryan please! And you always have my blessing to go crazy with it 🥴

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“so let me be thy choir, and make a moan upon the midnight hours; thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet from swinged censer teeming; thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. yes, i will be thy priest, and build a fane in some untrodden region of my mind, where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain." — ode to psyche, john keats

Ryan tells himself he's checking for gaps along the weatherstripping. That’s all. Being thorough, making sure the blackout’s complete. Being a responsible fucking handyman.

The part of his brain trained in situational awareness and threat assessment—the part that's kept him alive through a half-decade of Ric’s legal grey areas and jobs turned shoot-outs turned drop-offs in the Everglades—screams at him to just step the fuck back. Make dinner. Check his email. Watch ESPN highlights. Maintain this polite fiction they've constructed.

He’s been standing here for seventeen minutes.

His right palm rests flat against the closet door—mahogany veneer over particle board, nothing special, hollow-core refitted three years ago when he'd moved into this cube from a smaller place up in Wynwood. His knuckles splay out level with his chest—‘L-I-V-E’, upside down, inverted, ink fading. Increasingly, cosmically fucking ironic.

Proofing the walk-in had been his idea, of course. A practical solution wrapped in bizarre faux domestic normalcy, like everything else around their…

Around this.

Whatever this is.

(Ryan knows what he would like it to be.)

The modifications had taken two days—Sol insisting he’d went overboard. Seams sealed with foam tape, doubled-up on areas where light might theoretically bleed through. Insulation strips in meticulous blocks—military surplus he’d sourced from a personal contact in Hialeah. The felt curtain had cost him three hundred dollars at Home Depot—industrial-grade fabric meant for professional studios; the kind photographers use to control every photon, every shadow. It hangs on a track he’d installed behind the door, along with a secondary layer of plywood mapping the drywall adjacent to the bedroom—just in case.

He'd approached it like any other home improvement project—old Frank busting his ass: Measure twice, cut once, boy, for fuck’s sake. Anything worth doing is worth doing right.

Christ, if his grandfather could see what he’s building now.

The closet, as of a week ago, is forty-eight square feet of midnight. A mausoleum in the heart of a sun-drenched LH condo. A tomb.

Because that’s what it is, isn’t it?

Sol doesn't sleep. She dies.

Sol dies every sunrise.

His next exhale sounds strange. His fingers skirt the frame.

The work is solid—he knows he'd done good. His mind floats elsewhere, watching from a distance; this man standing before a walk-in at eight-oh-two in the evening, pulse jumping against his throat like a guilty thing surprised, and maybe there’s a joke to be made about hidden bodies, skeletons in closets, Bluebeard’s final door. Six-foot-three of no-bullshit Montana beef and Miami bronze—Glock in the bedroom, Glock in the kitchen, gunlocker and safe prepped with thirty-five grand in untraceable bills—wearing fuckass Champion sweats and the kind of expression that’d have his sister Lisa talking to him in very slow, very simple sentences.

Been nine nights since the Everglades. Nine nights since Sol had trusted him with the truth—or as much—of what she really is.

Ryan suspects he got the sanitized version—a few careful omissions and half-lies, likely for both their sakes, probably for his sanity. This much he knows: fangs and blood and a hunger that would latch, clamp, drain him dry in seconds flat. They can’t see each other during the day, not because of her schedule, not because she works nights and spends waking hours catching up on sleep, but because direct sunlight reduces her to ash.

And she dies with dawn. Can’t fight it—gone. Leaves behind a corpse.

He remembers breaking things off with a regular hook up—Carmen, nice girl—about a year ago maybe. Daddy issues and some baggage he wasn’t quite prepared to shoulder on top of his own bullshit.

He scrubs his other hand down his face. Takes a breath.

Jesus Christ.

It’s not like this boundary has been explicitly drawn either, though he can’t help thinking it exists—can’t help thinking the decent thing to do is to turn around and continue to play pretend. But Ryan has never been particularly good at leaving well enough alone. It's what makes him fucking excellent at his job. It's also what got him a knife between the ribs in Opa-locka four years ago.

It’s what made him approach her that night, when he'd recognized the cracks.

The curiosity’s grown from a small itch to a persistent gnawing.

The first time she stayed, he’d slept until 5 AM, Sol draped across his chest like a lizard soaking heat from sun-baked stone. He’d gotten up despite her urging him to go back to sleep—kissing her jaw, all dozy dopey fuck ready to follow her into the underworld. She’d disentangled, made an excuse to grab something from her bag in the bathroom with the studied casualness that doesn't fool either of them. Alright. He can take a hint. So Ryan went to start up the espresso machine.

He’d been making two coffees in the kitchenette when he'd heard the closet door shut tight with a definitive click. He'd stood there for a long moment, mug halfway to his lips, trying to process the surrealness of it all. His girlfriend—question mark? for lack of a better term—had just gone to bed in his walk-in closet because sunlight would kill her.

His grandmother would have crossed herself, dug out the rosary. Frank Donahue would have reached for his fucking shotgun.

Ryan had finished his coffee, scrolled the group chat, and got ready for work, like any other Tuesday.

Second time was much the same though slightly more awkward, but the third time—this time—Sol had been out for a few hours, handling whatever business keeps her in that restored building downtown. Ryan found himself staring at his closet til sleep dragged him under near 4 AM this morning. Didn’t hear her return. Came home from a job and the gym today, dirty and exhausted, and still can’t relax. Had his cool-down beer, had his shower, had his after-shower cool-down beer. Texted TK about the Dolphin’s game this weekend. Tried to focus on his Soprano’s rewatch.

It’s the silence that hooks him. The stillness. Can’t even lie to himself and pretend she’s sleeping. Sleep shifts—sleep has soft sounds, a presence, a musk of warm skin. A pulse.

This is the kind of silence that fucks with you.

He’d been eight when search and rescue hauled Michael Donahue from the lake—bloated, bruised and fish-belly white, face sliding off; a waterlogged thing that used to be his dad. He’ll never forget the held breaths of a dozen people in those seconds before his mom folded over and screamed.

The closed casket.

First time he ever pulled the trigger hunting—Butte, Montana, dead of winter.

His grandfather’s wake—though teenage Ryan then had been more perturbed seeing Frank out of flannel and stuffed in a suit.

Same silence that swallowed the hospice room in Jacksonville, 2014, when the respirators were turned off and his mom just… stopped.

Can’t fight it—gone.

Is that what it’s like for Sol? A switch being flipped, or is it a process of shutting down, condensed? Does it hurt? Is it complete cessation or does she dream? Does her body decay? Reverse itself at sunset? Resurrect? How the fuck do you deal with that—dying alone every morning—long-term, mentally? Emotionally?

Questions that felt like too much. You don’t outright ask someone to describe their experience being tortured, or how they lost their child.

The condo sighs around him—air conditioning kicking into cycle, the hum of traffic on Calle Ocho and bass down by South Beach, a muffled telenovela from Mrs Gutierrez’s unit carrying through the walls.

Ryan opens the door and thinks that maybe he did get carried away.

The darkness is thick enough to drown in. That of underground caves, ocean trenches, deep space between stars. He can barely make out his own hand where it dissolves into black, still gripping the knob.

He slips inside.

Muscles tense to navigate blind. Shoulders brush by heavy felt.

The gun safe's LED display is a floating ember to his left, red numerals suspended in nothing. Enough faint phosphorescent glow to suggest the outline of shelving and rails; dress shirts, tactical gear, all hung neat; boots lined up like soldiers. That's the only light—that and what ambient dregs spill from the bedroom around his silhouette.

Ryan closes the door behind himself.

Void presses against his retinas; makes him question if his eyes are open at all. His hand finds the wall—cool and textured under his palm—and he uses it to orient himself, shuffling forward in increments. Gradually, his vision adjusts.

Throat dries up.

She's curled fetal-tight, knees to chest, arms wrapped around shins. Classic defensive position—minimum exposure, maximum protection. The kind of shape a body learns to make when it's used to sleeping rough, when safety means making yourself small enough to disappear.

Eight months of radio silence between Tucson and Miami. He knows she'd been alone. Knows she'd been running, at the very least, long before that night in Cactus Moon. The details remain locked behind carapace composure, but this… tells a story.

She’s wearing one of his old Seminoles jerseys—washed-out, dull burgundy—and a simple pair of black panties. Her hair fans out across air-foam and makeshift bedding, dark waves sprawled loose in every direction.

Her complexion has shifted. In this pocket-darkness his eyes learn to parse the gradients of black, and Sol appears drained. Not pale exactly, but muted. Hollowed out. Color leached. Burnished gold to the greyish monochrome of old brass.

She doesn't move. Doesn't twitch. Doesn't seem to have settled under her own weight. Rigor mortis has locked every joint in place, and even cold, even wrong and bloodless and horrifying and dead—she's beautiful.

Ophelia, doomed and supine in her watery grave. Sculpture painstakingly carved from marble stone and myth.

Unreachable.

Ryan sinks to his knees, close enough he can feel the absence of metabolic heat. She smells like nothing. Nothing at all. As if she's been removed from the olfactory spectrum entirely, edited out of the sensory world. No sweet-rot and voided bowels of natural death, no trace of the desert that clings to her when she’s conscious.

The scar is almost invisible against ashen skin; face slack, features smoothed of perpetual disquiet.

In sleep—death—stasis—whatever this is, Sol looks less haunted.

He sits about as comfortably as he can manage on the floor, back to the wall. Studies her with practiced compartmentalization, the way he might a crime scene or repo target—cataloging details, searching for patterns; some attempt to understand the mechanics and intricacies of what’s he’s seeing. Works for about a minute before he thinks of Monday night, when she’d made him dinner squinting at Mrs. Gutierrez’s recipe; sat with him while he ate, slightly amused and not at all buying the compliments he gave around burnt edges of chicken, then fucked him like she was trying to crawl inside his skin—desperate and giving and always so goddamn fucking responsive it steals his breath, has him wondering how she could be anything but alive.

And here she lies.

Both versions are true. Both are Sol.

It’s messed up. This—whatever this could be, if anything—is fucked. Ryan Donahue, particularly, is fucked—and probably insane, and possibly a freak—because he still wants it.

The first time he killed a man, he’d just turned twenty-three and hadn't meant to hit the guy quite that hard. Hadn't accounted for his own strength, the specific angle of skull meeting concrete. The wet crack, red pool. The way the body had twitched twice and gone still. He'd felt sick for weeks after. Not guilt, not entirely, but hollow recognition: that he was capable of ending a life. That the line was thinner than anyone wanted to admit.

Ric had taken care of the cleanup; disappeared it into a labyrinth of favors and dirty money. But Ryan learned something about himself that night—something he’d been carrying long before, perhaps, already settled like sediment.

Death doesn't scare him the way it should.

The most recent contract he'd done for Ric was with TK back in May—two competitors, two center mass hits each. Bodies weighted and sunk in brackish maze; nothing registered beyond logistics: load, transport, dump. Gator food.

Professional. Cold as fuck. Paid for five months rent.

Sol doesn’t know. He’d inferred, carefully—the same careful way she'd controlled her whole truth—in the Everglades. She didn’t seem surprised. Maybe she already suspected. Maybe she doesn’t care.

But she trusts him enough to die in his space. To be this vulnerable, this defenseless, knowing he could do anything to her.

The power of that sits strange in his chest.

Sol, who could likewise tear out his throat, eviscerate him in seconds. Sol, who instead looks at him as though he's the only thing solid in a world gone ghost.

(Sol, who has had him so completely, in ways he’s still figuring out, from the moment that eight ball was sunk in a Tucson dive bar.)

Ryan's hand reaches without conscious thought. Fingertips graze her cheek and the skin feels alien, waxy—paraffin-dipped and left to cool—but he doesn't pull back. She's taken on the ambient temperature of the closet; become part of the environment.

"Sol," he whispers.

Her chest doesn’t rise. Her eyes don't flutter open. She doesn’t smile soft and mumble and pull him down to her with sleepy grasping fingers.

She is profoundly, impossibly still. This is the full stop.

Where do you go?

He traces the high sweep of her jaw with one finger. The scar’s a raised line under his thumb. Old violence: timing belt snapped at seventeen, she’d said, but the angle’s wrong and it healed way too fucking clean. Ryan knows wounds purposefully inflicted.

His gaze trails down along her neck, locking on the base where two moles cluster like lovers and a pulse should jump.

He thinks of predators rolling over. Soft underbellies, delicate throats.

His own voice by the water, head tilted, offering the vein jackrabbiting beneath his jaw: Take it.

What does it say about him that he wants to gather a monster in his arms and tell her she's safe?

What does it say about her that she trusts a killer with the knowledge of exactly how helpless she becomes?

His ass begins to protest hardwood floor but he doesn't move. Keeps watching the way he'd watch an accident on the causeway, a live grenade, a pretty little coral snake sunning itself on his balcony.

Ryan's other hand finds her hair and threads gently through thick curls.

Still soft, somehow.

What the fuck am I doing?

The question floats through darkness and lands absolutely nowhere useful. He's been asking himself variations of it for nine months now. Since she’d watched his reflection in that mirror behind the bar with those fucking harrowing eyes; since she'd climbed into his lap in the bed of his truck and taken him apart under the Milky Way. Since she’d asked him to make it hurt and when he didn’t she'd sunk teeth into his throat, gasped these frantic needy sounds against his skin. He'd held her there.

The memory sends heat pooling low in his gut.

Christ, Donahue. Get your shit together.

But his fingers keep moving through her hair; soothing, repetitive.

No wonder she'd looked half-mad with loneliness.

How many times have you died?

How many days as carrion?

How many nights in storm drains, bathtubs, car trunks, stumbling to consciousness blind and hungry?

He’s noticed things. The way she hoards physical sensation like a junkie. How she'll spend an hour just running her fingers over different textures—the leather sectional, his stubble, the condensation on a beer bottle. The intensity in her touch; the recklessness sometimes. How she—

The air changes first.

Starts so subtly he almost misses it.

A shift in the density of the dark, then the quality of stillness. The barometric drop before a Florida thunderstorm. Before sky splits. The hairs on his arms stand up, every follicle hyperaware of its own existence, and Ryan winces as his ears pop.

He should leave. Should be in the kitchen when she emerges, playing the unflappable fool—Hey baby, how'd you sleep?—like she'd been catching a nap instead of clinical death.

Something moves under Sol's skin.

Not muscle. Not blood or pulse. Something else. Something that makes his synapses fire run, motherfucker even as he leans closer.

It starts at her extremities—a visible ripple; reminds him of watching time-lapse footage on Instagram of ivy claiming a wall.

Her finger twitches.

Just once. Just barely. But after absolute utter fucking stillness, it may as well be a lightning strike.

The pressure drops again like he's suddenly at altitude.

Joints unlock—a choir of kindling punctuated by the sharp, nauseating crack of a spine after hours of rigid immobility. Her legs extend slow as muscles remember their function, stretch to their length, and she shifts with a noise that’s part relief, part death rattle reversed.

Sol's eyes snap open.

Immediate. Binary. Off/on.

Irises more amber than brown catch the gun safe's gloom-glow like roadside reflectors—burnt sugar spark, a flash of whiskey held to light.

Animal shine in the pitch.

She fixes on him, crouched over her deathbed, and for three wet bellows of Ryan’s heartbeat they stare at each other across a fundamental divide.

And he kisses her.

Insane. Pure impulse. Same instinct that keeps him reaching despite every red flag. Reaching reaching reaching.

His mouth finds hers and for a second it feels like kissing ice. Like pressing lips to metal on sub-zero Montana mornings—that searing sting of cold.

But she's there. Sol makes a sound—surprise or protest or pleasure, he can't tell—and then she's kissing him too, graceless and urgent, dead weight turned vital, surging up to tie arms around his neck.

Blood moves sluggishly under her skin, though not blood the way he understands it. Thick and sentient, following touch. Grey-green blooms gold-brown; fevered heat beginning where his fingers dig into her flesh.

Her fangs catch his bottom lip.

Just a graze, not enough to break skin, but it reminds him what he’s pressed against in this closet-tomb. What she could do.

(What she doesn't.)

Sol pulls back millimetres; angles her head to protect him from rapidly extending teeth, and something about that small act—her little noise of self-frustration, the careful adjustment—gets him harder than the adrenaline spike.

Before he can think he’s kissing her again. Can't fucking explain why he needs this—some hindbrain attempt to bridge the gap between what she was and what she's becoming?

When she rocks against him, he realizes she's every bit as aroused. Death and resurrection and then she's wet for him, grinding down against his obvious erection with single-minded focus.

He should probably examine this. What it says about both of them that it feels inevitable.

But right now she’s tugging at his sweats and he's pulling the jersey over her head.

Later. He'll wrestle with it later.

Her tongue strokes his and she tastes more like Sol: mesquite smoke, that sweetness of agave and bruised fruit; something darker, earthier, consuming.

Ryan cups her jaw.

Relishes how she comes to life under his palm.

decided to cut the sex scene bc the next 3 prompts will probably have them knowing me… and i think it ended more poignant like this. kind of like i have to respect their privacy in that little tomb lol though im sure the pillow talk will be crazy

THANK YOU GABBIE!!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

[andrabeets]

Dandori Downpour - A Pikmin 4 Dating Sim - August 3rd Development Blog

Welcome to the eighth installment of the Rescue Corps/Pikmin 4 Dating Sim development blog! A "news letter" where I will discuss my progress on the dating simulator.

Here's an updated video of the character creator with the new assets!

I ran out of questions last week so I asked: Who would you trust the most on a deserted island with you?

Survey says

Shepherd & Collin tied!

Obviously... No bias here... I would pick Shepherd.. Even if we'd both be screaming at the slightest bush rustle.

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What has been done since last time?

Blinking sprites for all castaways and Rescue Corps

Exporting and troubleshooting new create-a-character assets

Finish all castaways sprites needed for the game! 🎉

1 Background

1 of Russ' CGs

Started another Russ CG

Started 1 of Collin's CGs

Planned special mechanic for someone's route 👀

Began writing Shepherd's route in Twine

Began implementation of Intro in game

Yonny's route planning

Tweaked Dingo's and Russ' sprites a bit

Set up better sprite exporting system for Rescue Corps characters

So a lot done! There may even be more that I forgot about.

Release News...

I've been thinking these past few weeks about when I think/when I'd like to release this game... It's very hard to pin point as I am a perfectionist. However, I think I've changed my mind on releasing the first 3 routes then releasing the other 3 later. I feel like if I release the first 3 routes, I'll get bored of the project and just give up on the last 3. Also, I think it's better to have a finished product come out all together!

As for release, I won't lie, it's anticipated for 2026. YEAH... Going into this project, I truly thought I could handle it in a summer's time (At least 3 routes) but now that it's August, I'm not really that close! Don't get me wrong, I've made great progress, but with my day job and side gig, it's definitely a lot slower. And my ADHD.

I'm super dedicated to the project, however! I am taking an unpaid week off in October just to work on DD. I am gonna plan and attack that week "game jam" style then completely burn out when I return to my day job hahaha then in December, I have another week off due to the holidays where I'll have extra time between events to work my ass off. Here's to hoping! Also, I might turn this newsletter into a "whenever I feel like it" sort of thing. Most likely monthly? And polls will now be what you guys would like to see as a preview.

Speaking of..

POLL TIME!

I hope you guys are as excited as I am for this project, I'm super duper excited for the day I can share it with you! Just needs to bake in the oven for a while. But for now, vote on which preview you'd like!

As always, feel free to reach out, say hello, give ideas, what have you. I appreciate your support!

Stay curious!~

andrabeets / Cherie <333

[cricky-butspicy]

I have a small little ask going forward for stuff that I am mostly writing this separate post for an ask so this doesn't clog up the ask, and I really hope this is ok and I don't want to hurt any feelings or make anyone feel weird or bad, this is just for me and my comfort and wants for my creativity for my characters. I am sorry to ask so much of you all, but it would make me feel a lot better for those who do art and such of my AUs.

Please don’t draw my characters in things I haven’t gotten to draw them in yet! Especially drawing Soleil and Atlas in main outfits with main details I haven't gotten to fully flesh out, approve and show yet! With these new AUs, I have very specific ideas of how they look that’d I'd love to draw for you all, but I get discouraged and kind of upset when people draw them first and I don’t get the chance to show them as they are and feel like the ideas will feel stolen or taken if someone draws them first so I lose all interest in drawing them and get very insecure (which is my own problem that I’m working on! Even giving these AUs attention is a big thing because I’m so scared of copying others or stealing ideas.) (This has happened multiple times now, so I feel like it's time to address since it makes me feel bad and cross things I want to draw off my list.)

I’m a very slow artist with my hands. I only have been writing so much because it’s the only thing I do, I am hyperfixated on it at the moment, and I write till my hands physically stop most times. I sadly cannot do that with drawing because the lines get squiggly and unreadable and I'm a complete perfectionist with art (as much as I can be at my skill level.) So, please let me draw my characters first. I promise I will get to it if you give me a chance. I don’t want to get discouraged from drawing my own boys more than I already have (Which I will reiterate and say is NO ONES fault. That is just my brain and how it works and now one should feel bad for having fun and drawing my boys with their self-inserts and such!)

I do not want to discourage anyone from drawing my characters and I love all the art! I am simply sensitive and I really want my ideas to have space in my own world’s I am making! I am not upset with anyone who has drawn my characters in things before that got to the ideas before me, this is just a going forward thing! Thank you for accommodating my sensitive ass and thinking of me 😭😭

If you would like to draw something, especially for Atlas and Soleil, before I have drawn their canon outfits, I am not opposed to being asked if it's ok! Or if you are looking to draw Atlas or Soleil in outfits that are not related or are just random outfits, I don't mind being asked that either! I just ask that their comfort zones with clothing and mine with the art are respected! (And I can absolutely say if it's something they would wear or not, especially with public stuff and such!) I made a huge exception with Art Fight because I had provided some better descriptions of their clothes, a mood board, and had drawn them in their outfits in silly drawings and at least a little better in their flat colored busts of the tops of their outfits. For these new things and stuff I write about, I don't have all that stuff yet. Please give me a chance 😭

Thank you so much, and I send so much love and care to you all!! I very much hope this doesn't come off as rude or uncaring or ridiculous, I just really would like the chance to draw my boys as they would be and not get self-conscious about it because someone else did it first. I also apologize if this ruins anything of gets in the way of ideas, I do not mean for it to!

[vryptidart]

Theophania Bailey goes to the Carnival

and how fitting it is, because this girl is a goddamn CLOWN

continue to fail onwards and upwards! check the tag if you're unfamiliar but the short is. i'm trying to make The Worst detetive.

and.

with not a single professional stat over 25% by book 2? we're off to a perfectly dismal start

music this time is hopping around in the triple j hottest 100 aussie songs

the imagery of Murphy's Blood running thru the Detective's veins really is so delicious

SHES SCARED SHES BITING SHES BITING

murphy be like

pannie: ????

two months since she saw UB, huh? that's time for at least one heartbroken 'they don't actually want to see me again fuck this let's make bad decisions' call to her especially shitty ex in the city (like even Bobby thinks this dude sucks ass). i might be thinking of writing this later lmao. imagine the agency surveillance having to deal with 'wait why the fuck is she in the city now'. imagine rebecca trying to organise paint swatches and then having to go pick up pannie because she's drunk and her ex kicked her out onto the fire escape bc his girlfriend came home early

anyway going for bury it deep bc it feels the most selfsabotagey <3

neck scar best scar hell yeaaaaa (shoves pannie's trauma aside)

ooh clothes change option.... nah she's keeping the hoodie+jeans for now

i don't get the option to change up hair this book but in my mind she has a shittily-maintained undercut rn (this may get drawn) (it did get drawn)

again, i think we should get to meet who recreated the disgusting state of this apartment, and i think they should be the final villain of the series.

ah yes. here's evidence of why Pannie is The Worst

disloyal fuck.

pannie: man i hope morgan lets me bum a smoke now we're best friends forever

pannie: maybe......theyll agree to a threesome. this is a sensible solution.

oh NO here we have the height check. now originally, i was going to make Pannie Very Tall bc the idea of her being a gangly fucker was very funny but now i wanna check her art to try if thats still feasible...

like the one with murphy has him close but she's also just. been hunched over/stumbling against the bench... it's also a little Posed For Drama so. i think i can make her tall still without feeling like i've been drawing her wrong... we'll go with Tall i think

awright time to go piss off her boss

pannie: i like doug. i almost look a little competent next to him.

lmaoooo IT WAS YOUR DECISION BUDDY. TINA WAS RIGHT THERE. MORON. no sympathy for him.

again. she doesn't HAVE to fuck up her personal relationships. but i GOTTA be a shithead to any authority figures around

pannie in tears: yeah sorry i forgot im a fuckup WAUGHHH

hiii nicolettttte sorry pannie is going to Wig Out abt this

FEAR.

yeah sorry pannie, worst does mean you're going to have the lowest supernatural stat i can get away with (unit victor is going to haaaate you)

TO THE WAREHOUSE!!

pannie: AH FUCK *shoots a pigeon* rebecca: stop.

i'm gonna let her have middling responses to rebecca here

rebecca being So Composed next to her slob child always amuses me

also lmao her always calling her by her Full Name is canon not just bc i havent hit the nickname bit yet

pannie: are these normal mother-daughter conversations. i genuinely dont know. lemme try and make a joke to make this less fucking awkward

lmao

pannie skipping it bc it feels. fucking weird to go touring. like this is their home right? she's just... on the outside. this isn't an open house

(also, all the options give some stat boost lmao except move on)

pannie, who is having a very normal and balanced view of her own capabilities:

(actually a kinda cute moment ughh)

pannie immediately whiplashing her personal confidence back to gutter level

pannie suddenly feeling awkward she did go and hook up with her ex in the meantime. is morgan going to forgive her.....

nat do you have a head injury. have you entirely forgotten what pannie's fucking apartment looks like. she's ALREADY intimidated by how fucking expensive everything here is and that's the BEST POSSIBLE REACTION you could have hoped for

ah ms sewell welcome back to delusion and denial we missed you so

HELLO IMG LIMIT MY OLD FRIEND time to save this as a draft and try doodling b2!pannie..

[sircantus]

Kinda annoying how i keep getting comments on people being upset over the evil sbi in my evil sbi fic. Im talking about chosen by the stars. They are evil. They will be pushy and egotistical and evil. It is known. It is said. The tags are right there. “I dont like how mean theyre being they need to calm down” “why do they keep acting like that!!” “Why would they do that” my brother in christ they are all insane and evil. Did you read the tags coming in. Nowhere were there hints that this was gonna end peacefully and kindly. This was always gonna end in fire. Techno is a star doomed to burn but be assured he is going to make that everyones problem

[firefl1ezz]

i just. hit s+ rank in splatoon and i never honestly thought this would happen?? am i cool now.. do i get to be a part of the s4? do i get to be watered down to my running joke all the time?

[moafleco]

thanks god that our human memory can just forget anything and everything,, look at me now looking at the evil within screens and getting good old happy warm nostalgia feeling (i fucking hated this game when i played it all the way to the end and it didn't quite fullfilled my expectations on the plot that had so much potential (to be in a way more mysterious i guess, i just don't like the sci-fi stuff and would have prefered it to be not that rushed in the plot and scene sequences in the end). the frustration was so HIGH i tried to block any memory of it but.. visually and some other aspects are still appealing to me.. and now the memory is reoccuring and wow!! the first impression of TEW from the first anounncements + trailers when there was a little info about it + half the part of some chapters that i remembered and liked, the ones i felt pretty intense when playing or liked visually what impression it left on me... and as those little facts started to unveil a little from my memory, all the ones that got positive response from, like made me feel something like a thrill or admiration, as it stared to create a certain imagery/impression from memory (for TEW as a concept), that is most appealing to me and had stuck into it ideas that i liked about it the most.......... yeah i love when you can draw the line between the original work and your impression of it and not smudge them together and then be disappointed that much so you discard your own personal impression that actually built upon the original and made it bloom for you and had your vision.. you know, same as impressions and interpretations from poems where you will imagine completely diffrent imagery or reinterpretation based on your understanding (and filling in the gaps in knowledge with age) or perception (based on your current feeling, life situations, focus on a certain things or themes at the moment) or even more wild imagination (taking the imagery even higher))

[collegeoflore]

i don’t think leaving the crows entirely is in the cards for magpie and lucanis but i can see a post game future where lucanis gives up the first talon seat, probably after caterina dies and he’s been forced to actually Do His Job as first talon for a couple of months and has a breakdown about it lol. i think after that he and magpie just like, operate more or less independently but are still technically crows. because magpie simply will not leave while viago is there. that isn’t an option. but if lucanis giving up on being first talon is what keeps them both sane and allows them to spend more time with neve she could do that. so probably they just live out their days killing blood mages and cultists across tevinter for insane sums of money and in between help neve solve her cases and still host family dinners with viago and teia occasionally :)