#going for descriptive xp

[schrijverr]

[WIP] Summary of 'I Didn’t Mean to Be Something I’m Not Supposed To, but I Am. I Am.'

I have just hit page 100 in writing it, so in celebration of that (and bc i wanna be annoying about my fic on here) a plot reveal of the sequel!

After everything they’ve gone through together, the marriage that was once just convenience is now real. They’re now boyfriend-husbands, trying to figure out what their life looks like now that they’re dating and learning to be an actual couple. However, trouble arises with the promised trip back home to El Paso for the summer. Eddie is not ready to come out to his parents and Buck supports him in that. Still, El Paso is not the place where either of them have been their best and tensions arise between them when having to exist in the influence sphere of the Diaz parents. Everything that has happened between them catches up as insecurities and unresolved issues float back up to the surface.

I am saying it beforehand, this will not be a coming out story. I have a lot of feelings about staying closeted around family and I do not think it is safe for Eddie to come out to his parents. So, this will be a developing relationship fic instead :D

[lunatih]

“You’re rather clumsy.”

I’m perfectly normal about The Curious Minds by @allthegoodusernamesaretakenagain

Not obsessed or anything.

[waifuoftomonori]

6/26 - Daily Random Paragraphs

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but not something this normal. Talk about anticlimactic. (Well, hopefully not that anticlimactic.)

Tomonori’s dick wasn’t three feet long, covered in spikes, or raspberry-Popsicle-blue. It was just a dick. In fact, it might be the most average-looking dick Shinra had ever seen (not that he’d spent much time searching).

[intertwining-hearts]

{𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓒 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽 | 𝓛𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 : 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝟏/?}

🐾} Although it’s never been clearly stated (so far as I recall) what Kuims exactly taste like, and their size seems to vary a bit from art to art— for the sake of consistency within my blog, I’ll be treating them as fruits approximately the same size as a plum; with a similar sort of flavor. (That can vary from sweet, to tart— or most anywhere in between.)

🐾} This was made note of previously via a resource post I've reblogged, but for the sake of repeating the info myself-- Many Ribika canonically have never seen or met humans (or Two-Canes, in their language). Some other beings such as Devils likely have, or at one point in life may have even been one themselves-- But so far as most Ribika are concerned, "humans" are little more than something from old fairytales and folk stories.

And so, the likely-hood many of them would be in awe of meeting such as a being is high. At least if we're speaking in terms of interactions that stem from a background based in relation to og game canon. (things would likely be different for something like a "modern/modern fantasy" AU-- but that would be it's own can of worms)

🐾} Seeing as, in universe, heat cycles seem to be a thing for most anyone within the population— regardless of a Ribika’s sex/gender, this is also a factor I’ll be applying to my muses from the series as well. Although, it should be noted that the intensity of these cycles seemingly varies from cat to cat— and sometimes perhaps with age as well. One way or another, however, many Ribika may not exactly look forward to the "added season" which comes along with spring...

🍃🍂} Konoe and Shui both experience their heats quite intensely— (a trait Konoe unfortunately inherited) to the point where they can become quite disoriented and/or substantially mentally unfocused during those times. And to anyone unaware of the situation at hand, may easily assume them to be ill with some sort of fever. At least until other symptoms make themselves apparent…

🌼} Asato, on the other hand, experiences them far less intensely— (usually, anyway) and would really only be mildly dazed thanks to such a state. Unless spurred into a more intense state thanks being around a partner also in their own heat/state of arousal.

[habijob]

Me going through the different jumpsuit designs in the game and then noticing there is lore in the descriptions and then finding this jumpsuit called "Zum Zum" Jumpsuit before realizing the name and that there is a bunny with flowers and an eyepatch on the suit and my brain immediately going crazy with the name "Z(er)um"??????

New headcanon unlocked: You can't tell me this MR-P wasn't Zerum.

And that voucher info I can use for my one headcanon that Sebastian maybe requested his fancy looking clothes over time or something from Urbanshade.

And as a silly bonus, Sebastian requested a "metal band" jumpsuit xP

[signmyheart]

Roomates!! (1)

Description: The trio is reunited in college!! Pairings: Bakugou x Y/n x kirishima Warning: none (FOR NOW..Xp.)

College life had you all twisted up. You'd just graduated from UA just to be thrown in another hero school the next year. Starting another year of school so soon after graduating had pissed you off.

Especially since you had no idea where your friends had ended up. Sure, you kept up with most of them but between the internships and hero shadowing work there wasn't much time for anything else besides quick messages.

"Well, here's the last of your things sweetheart." Your mom handed you a box filled with lighter objects of yours.

"Yep this is it," You smiled softly watching your mom's smile crumble before you.

"Oh I'm gonna miss you babygirl," She cried into her hands.

"You just had to grow up and become a hero, I wish you'd just become a grocery worker!" She sobbed even harder.

"Oh yeah? So I could bag your groceries? You snorted pulling her in for another hug.

"Well at least you wouldn't be out there fighting villains! I wouldn't have to worry myself to death."

"Come on mom trust me I'm strong I got this." You looked down at your mother teary eyed face and watched and she sniffled.

"Yeah you better Y/n l/n or I'll become a damn hero and kick your ass."

"Whoa-ho" Your raised your eyebrow skeptically.

"We'll see about that,"

"Alright! I'm leaving before I decided to move in with you." Your mom held your arms and looked you up and down taking a final look at her baby. She clutched her purse and bit her lip and she headed back to the car.

You watched her start it up with more tears spilling down her face and waved sullenly from the sidewalk. You were filled with an instant yearning for your sweet mother but got interrupted at the sound of yelling.

"KATSUKI, keep calling me that and see what's gonna happen!"

'Katsuki? isn't that-' Your moms empty car space gave you a clear view of Bakugou saying goodbye to his mother.

"Yeah yeah hag, just get outta her' already." He said gruffly scratching his head.

"YOU LITTLE- I'm gonna-" she screeched, causing bystanders to glance over. Before she could finish her sentence Bakugou's dad covered her mouth and smiled awkwardly. He shoved her into the car and slammed the door. She continues to scream through the glass.

Masaru waved a final goodbye to his son before getting in the drivers seat and driving off. You noticed how Bakugou watched them drive off.

"Bakugou!" You called, smiling as you approached him. His eyes widened slightly when he turned to look at you. He was wearing baggy jeans and a layered shirt, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

“Yo. Didn’t think I’d see you here.” He said bluntly, still not looking directly at you.

"Yeah same, funny we both ended up at Imperial." You smiled up at him squeezing your box closer.

(Imperial Hero College: the made up college they go to.)

"Yeah, guess so. Wasn’t a whole lotta other options…” he muttered, shifting awkwardly on his feet. Your smile dropped slightly.

'hes acting weird..' Surprisingly enough you and bakugou had been friends for a long time, along with Kirishima. The three of you were always together.

"So… you in the dorms too?” he asked, pulling out a folded paper from his back pocket.

"Yep, unfortunately, its coed so hopefully I'm not with some weirdos."

"Lemme see your sheet.” He held his hand out, and you handed him yours while grabbing your own from your shorts. You compared the two side by side. Your eyes widened.

"No way..." You whispered rereading them to yourself.

"Crimson Dormitory, second floor, room 111." You said at the same time.

“You’re shittin’ me…” Bakugou grabbed the papers from your hand, eyes scanning fast.

He glanced at you, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Looks like we’re gonna be roomin’ together.”

---

After asking Bakugou to help you carry your stuff to the dorm he declined telling you to-"carry your own damn stuff"- so you ended up forcing him.

Bakugou carried the last of your stuff to the front of your room. The two of you stood in front of the door not knowing what to expect. There was a nervous tension in the air, and you didn't know why, you and Bakugou had been friends for a long time, what was so different now?

"Kay' I'm gonna open the door..." You mumbled gripping the doorknob. You held it for a good second before hearing Bakugou scoff behind you.

"Jus open the damn thing will ya?" He scoffed wrapping his hand around yours and twisting the knob. You felt your chest tighten.

the two of you were met with a shock of spiky red hair. You watched as the mystery person pulled down their headphones and whipped their head around.

"No way—Y/N? Bakugou?” Kirishima's face lit up.

“You guys are my roommates?! That’s awesome!”

"Shitty hair?" Bakugou groaned from the doorway.

"Kirishima!" You squealed running up to give him a quick hug.

"I can't believe it, how come you never told us you were coming to imperial!" You slapped his arm playfully.

"I guess I was just busy with internships and stuff, but I'm so glad were all together, this dorm setup just keeps getting better and better!" He said gleefully.

Bakugou let out an annoyed tsk. “Tch. Great. Now it’s a damn reunion.”

Krishima laughed and put an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder. “C’mon, man. Don’t act like you’re not excited about this too.”

"I'm not." He said through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes. "Stop being an ass Bakugou," You barked, placing an arm on your hip.

"I'm the ass? You just made me carry all your shit up here!" He snapped back.

"Yeah, so?? You were just standing there being lazy!"

"Guys, guys. Chill out." Kirishima chuckled, stepping between you two.

"Relax, come on you guys can look around, I mean its not that big but its better than the other rooms." You smiled and kicked off your shoes admiring the small kitchen space, behind you Bakugou did the same.

"Apparently there's supposed to be another person coming." He spoke calmly leading the two of you down a hallway.

"Really?" You asked trailing behind him. The dorm was actually kinda nice, it had a cozy feel to it. Kirishima led you and Bakugou down a hallway with four doors.

He pointed to the door on the right and said, "This ones not taken yet along with the room opposite of it." He made a gesture to the door next to one on the right side.

"This rooms mine, and I don't wanna hear any complaints outta you two." He said shooting you guys a look before you could open your mouths.

"Fine then I want this one," You said standing next to the door on the opposite side."

"That's fine I wanted the room closest to the door anyways." Bakugou grumbles pushing the door to his room open.

While Bakugou explored his room you looked at yours. The bed was already there along with a little desk and a dresser, you smiled thinking of all he ways you could decorate it.

(Just for fun I drew it out...the place where you leave your shoes is like, inward than the rest of the room, so you like gotta take a step if you get the vision..)

(Just for fun I drew it out...the place where you leave your shoes is like, inward than the rest of the room, so you like gotta take a step if you get the vision..)

While Bakugou explored his room you looked at yours. The bed was already there along with a little desk and a dresser, you smiled thinking of all he ways you could decorate it.

5 hours had passed by and you were left with just one more box left. It was a tiny one that sat on your desk. You looked over your room satisfied with the finished product.

Sure it was a little empty but you'd add to it along the way. You grabbed the box noticing it was filled with pictures. Settled on the floor with your back to the open door you dumped them out.

A smile spread across your face at a particular picture. It was of you, kirishima and Bakugou on a field trip. Your smile widened as you held it up. You heard Bakugous voice behind you.

"Tch that was in kyoto. You and shitty hair really pissed me off on that trip." He grunted leaning against the doorway, he had on a new outfit. Sweatpants and a faded tee.

You snorted. "My pj's still have a burn hole in them from when the microwave blew up cause Kiri forgot to take his fork out of the curry."

"Yeah and I had that bump on my head from where he threw the phone at me for like a week!" Kirishima added, squeezing past Bakugou into the doorway. It was silent for a minet before the three of you started laughing.

"Anyways, you guys wanna watch a movie? The living room is all set up" Kirishima pointed to the living room.

“Yesss!” you nodded, already getting up.

“Nah,” Bakugou grunted. “It’s getting late.”

“It’s 7:20,” you deadpanned. “Let’s go, Grandpa.”

“Shut up, Y/n."

"Man it's freezing in here." Kirishima said rubbing his hands together.

"Here, we can share my blanket" you offered, throwing your fluffy blanket over him. From your left Bakugou shot you guys a look, his eyebrows were furrowed as he watched you scoot closer to Kirishima.

"Hey!" Bakugou growled. You and Kirishima looked over at him curiously. His cheeks grew red. "I- I'm," He bit his lip. "I'm cold too." He said, trying to sound stoic.

"C'mere then!" You snickered lifting the blanket up for him to come under. Hesitantly, he cuddled up with you and Kirishima.

"So what're watching" You said turning on the TV.

"Scary movie."

"C'mon Bakugou we watch a scary movie every sometimes they creep me out" Kirishima whined, rubbing his neck nervously.

"S'not my fault your such a scaredy cat!" Bakugou barked out a laugh, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I am not! We just watch them all they time why can't we watch a romantic movie or s-"

He laughed harder.

"You actually watch that shit Eijiro?"

"Some of them are good man!"

"C'mon Kiri, don't be scared. we're here" You rest you head on his shoulder. "Plus! There's a new movie I wanna watch." You said looking up at him with your best puppy eyes.

"Ah, fine whatever." He said, resting his arms along the couch.

"How bout next time you can pick out a movie, but I'm not watching some sappy love movie." Bakugou grumbled softly staring at the TV to avoid Kirishima's grin.

"Really? Aw thanks man your the best!"

By the time the movie was over none of you guys were awake. You were upright leaned against Kirishima. Bakugou at one point had fallen asleep on your lap. The three of you spent the entire night cuddled up together.

(A Silly little drawing of what I imagine the dorm looks like.)

I didn't really proofread so sorry if theres any mistakes

[mydearlira]

The option to say "no"

ENGLISH:  ⚠️: Forced kiss, implications of non-consent

For a better understanding of this comic, you must've played the latest update from day 2 of My Dear Hatchet Man, since I didn't add the text descriptions the games has and it might be a bit confuse without context Basically this is what happens when, by the end of day 2, you don't have any options to say "no", but even staying in silence, Alan still keeps going, the only thing I changed is the reaction of my MC, since there's no way she won't feel this as an attack

That surprised me a lot in the game, because, I had understood Alan is supposed to respect consent, BUT it gave me material and inspiration to draw this

Bonus: I still feel is confusing to get what's happening without the context of the game ( I had planned the strips to people who already played it to x'3) so I'll leave some screenshots of the game, in case you still feel lost

ESPAÑOL: ⚠️: Beso forzado e implicaciones de no consentimiento

Para entender mejor este cómic, debes haber jugado la última actualización del día 2 de My Dear Hatchet Man, ya que no añadí las descripciones de texto que tiene el juego y podría ser un poco confuso sin contexto Básicamente, esto es lo que pasa cuando, al final del día 2, no tienes opciones para decir que no, pero incluso en silencio, Alan sigue adelante. Lo único que cambié fue la reacción de mi protagonista, ya que es imposible que no lo perciba como un ataque

Eso me sorprendió mucho en el juego, porque entendía que Alan debía respetar el consentimiento, PERO me dio material e inspiración para dibujar esto

Bonus: Todavía pienso que es confuso entender lo que sucede sin el contexto del juego (aunque había planeado estas tiras para quienes ya lo jugaron x'3), así que dejaré algunas capturas de pantalla del juego, por si aún te sientes perdido (traducción de imagenes cortesía de google xP)

[sadagios]

another very long analysis from @misticalnova !! 6w6 this time im going to cut your ask into parts not because i'm going to omit some points you've made like i did last time, but because the ask is really long haha. i also would like to tackle each part. so this time i'll post your ask in its entirety!

i loved that idea so much i had to add it, especially gria's reaction to scar's voice. but yes-- since third life was one of the later seasons i watched, i was so used to proximity chat that i thought it was so endearing how they were excited about it during their first session. grian was so excited about it and the fact that someone could just catch him from behind talking to his audience, and in the lens of this au it might be a detail i could just gloss over but... thinking of VR games, the surround sound and proximity chat is one of its fun features and one that makes it incredibly immersing! Virtual reality games are so easy to be immersed in, and i do believe that if i were gria i wouldnt question the npcs having voices right away. i'd have an "oh hold on," moment way later. out of all of them, it was actually him who was the first to find it strange. even if joel found out about it at the same time as him, and -- going with third life canon -- jimmy meeting scott early on, they wouldn't find it suspicious or odd right away. that's because they're all easily immersed in the game.

for hermitopia and the life game, it was really hard for me to explain the mechanics only through descriptions and comparisons to existing games, so i do hope to create a game UI or fake screenshot of the games for better visualization of what i imagined. and yes, hermitopia is a popular game! not one that is mainstream that anyone outside the gaming sphere would know, but it might be notorious among spaces like how the elder scrolls franchise is. it's also the titular game of an AAA video game company, one that could afford to release it not only on consoles but also port it to PC, which is how Gria got to play it. i'm excited to talk more about that one when we get there.

the XP points are something i hope to play around with so i added it, as well as the customization aspect. i'm still working on the character designs, and i should've also drawn what they looked like when they played the alpha version, which was a huge oversight on my part! (one of many, now i realize) but for now, please imagine the customization to be something like how they all (mostly) shared a steve skin on EVO smp during the starting episodes. the customization was something new to their current game, but they were still able to use preset skins in the alpha test like how we have other default skins (ie. alex, efe, noor, etc). i genuinely forgot to tackle this aspect and it's now bothering me like a finger splinter ... ToT expect a chapter 0 where theres no words and just designs because now im going crazy over this

no you're not reading into it too much, but i did not think of this aspect and i now have plenty of ideas with it (and details i wish i could change in the last update ToT). I do want to say that they all look a tad bit different from what they look like irl! a good comparison would be their portraits here in the first part and something similar to my art of lifers in my style. but as for the facial expressions, that is a detail i did not think about... i was going to say they only rely on each other's tone of voice, but now im thinking maybe (at least only in this beginning part of the au) they have limited facial expression options that could show if they are smiling, frowning, or angry. something like this, maybe! :

i do like this idea!!! i like it a lot. that is something i havent thought far into. currently, they do not feel pain. the beginning part will be them going through it and focusing on the game mechanics, and they would react to "pain" like an immersed gamer would (ie, the streamer you watch saying "ouch" if they have been hit in-game). i wont say when they will feel real pain, but i love your take on it and i might be inspired by this when i get to writing this part. (of course, only if you're okay with that)

the background noises are such a great detail ... and i only have thought about gria's living condition, which is him renting a small apartment with his desk setup near a window (i have to draw this at some point, too.) as for the sitting down part, i do think the evo gang + joel are all standing up when they played real life, except skizz. so that is a fun idea to play around with...

ive thought about the limited movement in minecraft vr (specifically in 'real life') so much that it was my basis when i wrote the prologues instead of nicer, better tracked movement in VRChat. so ... there is motion tracking but it's incredibly janky.

scar interacting with gria was one of the only things i was intentional about, especially him putting his arm around gria and him winking. he has more control of his actions and expressions than gria and the rest of the gang at this point of time, yes :D and i am excited for the scarian moments ahead when gria is able to move freely like him. so excited.... very excited. :)

dont be sorry! your last ask helped me out a lot when i wrote the last update and it was such a delight to read through and think about. your ideas are so cool and i love them, and i am thankful something i wrote received such a long and thoughtful feedback.

thank you again so much nova !! i'll definitely come back to this ask frequently as i draft the au haha. i hope you have nothing but wonderful days ahead!

[theresattrpgforthat]

Do you have a ttrpg where the players can be at massively different points in their individual progression? For example, a level 1 character in the same party as a level 5 and a level 20?

Hello friend! Character progression can be a tricky thing to track in many ttrpgs, especially when your character's abilities are more narrative than mechanical in terms of how they relate to the plot.

For example, Powered by the Apocalypse games often have a form of lateral advancement, in which your character grows by taking a new character playbook, often engaging in a soft reset as they take on new strengths and weaknesses.

Other games, like World of Darkness or Genesys (Star Wars Fantasy Flight), use a point-buy system. Depending on how you spend your points, your character could be highly specialized, or much more general - specialized characters would be very good at one thing, but terrible at others, and generalized characters might feel like they are advancing very slowly.

Then there's the OSR, which houses a lot of games that don't really have your character level up at all: they may survive long enough to get gold, which they can use to buy better gear, in which case their progression is mostly a larger collection (or more high quality collection) of stuff.

With all of that said, let's take a look at some games that might be in the ballpark, and some games that might be a bit outside your comfort zone!

Cypher System, by Monte Cook Games.

Cypher System characters are built from the concept up. A descriptive sentence provides not just an easily-understood overview of the character, but also the mechanical basis for skills, abilities, and stats. And the Cypher System gives players amazing narrative engagement, rewarding player-driven subplots and giving players resources to bear on the tasks and situations they most want to succeed at.

The Cypher System does a really good job of giving players short-term, interesting abilities in the form of Cyphers, which means that once in a while, a Level 1 character will be able to do something equally cool to a Level 6 character, which is the highest level in the game. Character progression is also slightly non-linear, depending on how the players like to play.

Experience in Cypher System games can be saved up to gain better stats and new abilities, but it can also be spent to prevent disaster happening to your character through the form of GM Intrusions, or to invoke some player control over the story, via a mechanic called Player Intrusions. I don't see this form of using XP happen often when I play, but the fact that these options are available means that the system has to feel equally fun to both low-level and high-level characters, even if they're playing at the same table.

Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast, by Possum Creek Games.

Our story begins in a sprawling old house outside time and space, where it’s always September 15th and there’s always room for a new visitor. A teen girl sits on the windowsill, reading a well-worn paperback and listening to the splashy-crashy rain come down. She's alone in the world, but soon enough the strangers who reside here will become her closest friends, family, and mentors.

Yazeba's Bed & Breakfast can be played in a non-linear fashion, with different players (and characters) each time. It's an excellent game for groups that have different energy levels, meet haphazardly, or maybe have too many people to all get together on the same gaming night. As a result, characters are likely going to grow at different rates, but due to the nature of the game, these characters can move through chapters at any level of personal growth. I think the result is kind of like when you play a game that gives you different results depending on what skills you've achieved at the time you choose to fulfill a certain quest, and as a result, multiple play-throughs are likely to feel rewarding, rather than repetitive.

Neon Black, by NotWriting.

Neon Black is a role-playing game about a community of poor people fighting back against tyrannical corporations and the indifference of the rich, as well as surviving in a dystopian city state. It’s like real life, but in this world you can kill the CEO’s, rob banks to pay rent, and help your friends do the same. You'll help your community, go on dangerous heists, explore artificial realities, and encounter friendly and nefarious machines. We play to find out if the community can survive amidst warring corporations, an unforgiving climate, and the negligence of the extravagantly wealthy.

Like many Forged in the Dark games, Neon Black is built around the crew, rather than the individual members that make up the crew. This means that these kinds of games are often built with the possibility of different characters showing up for different jobs, whether that's because one player has more than one character, or because different players might be available at different times. You could have a well-seasoned character who needs to lay low after pulling off a big heist, and then introduce a fresh-faced newbie to fill their slot while your older character tries to recover.

Forged in the Dark games also often care about group progression, which can add new benefits to everyone who plays. More advanced characters are likely going to have more toys to play with, but each character ability is also often specialized enough that you're only going to get to use one or two in any given session. As a result, I think these kinds of games are excellent for players who can't make it to every session.

BXLLET, by Rathayibacter.

The world was broken, a long time ago. We've fought hard to build something better in the aftermath, but we're haunted by the ruins, weapons, and monsters of the past. Will you scratch out a corner of paradise, or will you give in to the temptations of the gun on your hip?

[BXLLET> is a game about systems of violence and power in a world rebuilding itself. As wandering gunslingers, you'll travel the world and do what you can to help the people you encounter. You'll become more powerful the more bullets you carry, but you'll also struggle with the responsibility that power carries with it. Violence will come easily to you, but can you feed crops with rivers of blood?

This game deals with issues of gun violence, exploitation, and apocalypse, and those sensitive to those issues should go into this fully aware. It's not a game for fascists, bigots, capitalists, or their lackeys, and shouldn't be approached from a perspective that boils the complexities of the world into "good guys with guns vs bad guys with guns."

Because your experience in this game is also the method by which you kill people, BXLLET expects some characters to have access to more special abilities than others, depending on how prone they are to violence. Not only that, your character can actually drop in ability just by shooting something, because as soon as you use a bullet, you lose the thing you need in order to access some of your character abilities. The game itself is a statement about violence and guns, so I think it's really interesting how those thoughts are incorporated into character growth (or perhaps, depending on how you see things, the lack of it).

Harvest, by gamesfromthewildwood.

Harvest gives us laden orchards and barren fields; desperate fervour and doubts grown thick as weeds; calves born and pigs slaughtered; proud traditions, failing wealth, and hostile stares; juice-stained lips and dirt under nails; and always the questions echoing down through the generations: ‘Whose blood must be spilled to feed the land?’ and ‘Whose hand will hold the knife?’

In Harvest, you play the residents of a remote island community stranded somewhere off the British coast around the end of the eighteenth century. On the mainland, old traditions are fed into the engine of Empire—languages crushed and folkways flattened under the imperial heel. Trains chew through the countryside as industry marches grimly on-wards. Yet here, separated from towering smokestacks by the fathomless sea, they survive unchanged.

Horror games in general have the opportunity to give you vastly different character experiences, depending on the choices characters make. Harvest is a Belonging-Outside-Belonging game, which is a rules system that typically doesn't see a lot of character level-ling at all - but what it does have is a token system.

Tokens are resources that can be spent for a significant benefit, and in Harvest, one thing you can use them for is to protect the community and help it survive, but another thing you can use them for is to activate dark and terrible powers. Typically in order to gain these tokens, you have to play into the tropes of your playbook, or do things that bring the narrative towards a conflict-ridden climax.

The biggest downside for games like this is that I think they're not really built for a campaign. Character progression can look very different, but it all happens in the short-term: in this game's case, over 3-4 sessions.

Kresnik|Kudlak: Those Whose Souls Leave, by Tegeljerk.

Kresnik|Kudlak is an apocalyptic supernatural dramatic thriller setting. In an alternate time at the end of the Cold War where the greying phenomenon threatens to plunge the globe into winter forever. The colder it gets the more haunted the world becomes.

The players take on the role of spirit powered Kresnik who help their communities navigate this apocalypse. They will pit themselves against the threats of change, helplessness, isolation, violence, and the unknown. Can they eek out success in the face of a uncaring world? Will they freeze? Or will they break and fall between the cracks, becoming a monster, a Kudlak?

An alternate take on horror media, Kresnik|Kudlak is all about pitting your characters in between two states of being: a Kresnik, who has the resilience to survive in a changing world, and a Kudlak, a monster too exhausted to try and take care of their community. This game doesn't really seem like it has typical character progression: rather, your common goal is that of changing the community around you, while trying to avoid the definitive end stat that is becoming a Kudlak. Any game that has options is also a game that allows players to interact with the world as two characters at very different stages of growth/decay.

For Further Reading…

Liminal Horror, by Goblin Archives.

Failure as Growth Recommendation Post

Helpful Detriments Recommendation Post

Games with Two Sets of Players

Asymmetrical Games Recommendation Post

Deteriorating Characters Recommendation Post

Collecting Curses Recommendation Post

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[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

STFU!

for the @sterekdrabbles 30/09/24 challenge. the prompt words were VORACIOUS, LOUD, and MILK. also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as this ended up going long (884 words) xp

also found HERE on ao3 (where you can check the tags)

rating: EXPLICIT

Derek finally caves, thank fucking fuck, and succumbs to Stiles's feral wiles, allowing him to drag that disgustingly hot wolfy-ass beneath Stiles's not exactly fresh and not exactly sexy bed sheets for what is the B-movie prelude to (god willing!) the night's main event, the one that is hopefully going to see Stiles Stilinski get royally railed to within an inch of his Gay Virgin life.

Stiles—who is albeit inexperienced in this particular department but absolutely making up for that with a voracious sort of enthusiasm, thank you very much—is in the middle of sucking Derek off sloppy-style, the werewolf's not-actually-knotted cock (boo!) mercilessly bumping the back of Stiles's throat. Honestly, Stiles is absolutely loving the fact he's never had a gag reflex, and by all accounts so is Derek, only just as Stiles's watery eyes slip shut again there's a sudden and confusing thwap of something hot and sticky landing on his face that turns out to be a mix of precome and spit that's flicked up into Stiles's bangs and eyelids and fucking eyelashes. Stiles is about to try and do something about it when Derek is abruptly manhandling him to skillfully flip their positions, the werewolf now suddenly the one with a mouth stuffed chock-full of steel-hard cock (Stiles's. It's Stiles's cock, ohmyfuckinggod is it ever!).

Stiles is instantly shrieking Derek's name like a lunatic at having that brand-hot mouth clamped around his hard-on, so loud Derek has to shove all four fingers of his left hand into Stiles's mouth to essentially gag him—which will hopefully desist the neighbours from calling the Sheriff to tell Stiles's old man his only son could be getting his throat ripped out by a wild animal of unknown description.

It embarrassingly takes no time at all of Derek swallowing Stiles down like a champ (and giving his balls a glorious beard rash for him to jerk off over tomorrow) for Stiles to be dangerously close to shooting his load—directly into what feels likely to be Derek's fucking stomach at this point, because jesus fucking christ he's gonna come hard.

After another couple of dizzying seconds of unadulterated ecstasy, Stiles has to start slapping haphazardly and manically at the ball of Derek's shoulder with the palm of his hand, as if they're in a wrestling ring and he's desperately trying to tap-out of a full nelson.  

“Nonononono!” he pleads. “Stopstopstop, Der, please, god, you gotta—or I'm gonna, y'know, and I'll—and it'll happen, and—oh shiiiiiiit, oh, man, oh, fuck, you cannot keep doing that with your tongue, big guy, seriously, or it's gonna be game over before it's even properly begu—oh my god!” he splutters like a fool, even more insistent in his rambling than usual with the insane levels of pleasure now shooting throughout every fibre of his body, like a trillion miniscule lightning strikes, all hitting him at once.  

Derek completely ignores him, because of course he does, just keeps dangerously swirling his gorgeously warm wet tongue around what is definitely the most intense boner of Stiles's eighteen years on this planet. It's like his dick is not actually a dick at all but Derek's favourite flavour of popsicle. Amazingly, Stiles now knows that The D (or at least Derek Hale's fantastic D) does not in fact taste a bit like any sort of popsicle, least not one that Stiles has consumed; it's maybe more like salt-water taffy, only with less sugar and a lot more salt and holy mother of god, Stiles loves, loves, loves it. But even if he's trying his dumb best to distract himself from what he knows is the inevitable, to make this not-so-little slice of pure heaven last just a teensy bit longer, Stiles knows thinking about the taste of cock while getting blown by the hottest creature he's ever had the good fortune to look upon is definitely not helping his situation, not one single iota.  

So Stiles thanks fuck that Derek chooses this moment to relinquish the divine vacuum he's got going on between Stiles's inner thighs via what are probably now obscenely swollen-red lips, releasing Stiles's epic erection with an incredibly filthy-sounding pop.   

Literally suffering vertigo from the change in pressure around his junk, Stiles forces his head up to eye Derek (whose lips really are an obscenely swollen-red, which is even more outrageously hot than Stiles had imagined) from under hooded lids, just as Derek says, “I'm about to suck your deranged brain out through your pretty cock, Stiles, then I'm gonna milk you dry until you're begging me to stop so you better hang on to something and be careful not to bite off your tongue when I stab mine into your slit and use it to fuck your dick till you're crying, okay?” as if he's talking into the McDonald's drive through speaker to order himself a Big Mac meal with large fries and a shake and not unknowingly acting out a spank-bank worthy scene from one of Stiles's best wet dreams. 

Hell, Stiles all but comes there and fucking then, because who the fuck says shit like that?! 

His face is doing what must be a very strange mix of a smile and a frown as he just about manages to pathetically whine the words, “But Der, I really, really need you to fuck me!”

Yeah, he is practically crying with it.

Oh, fuck you.

Derek grins, then, and Stiles doesn't think he's ever been more his wild wolf-self as he licks at his canines and growls out, “What makes you think I won't be taking advantage of what I know to be your excellent refractory period to make you orgasm like a fucking freight train, at least twice, before I rail your tight little ass until dawn and give you several more, hmm?” 

And honestly? Stiles has never shut the fuck up faster in all his life.

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[simmerianne93]

[Simmerianne93]Fantasy_poses_18

Hi everybody, how are you today?

I've been putting this pack off for a few months, but finally here it is.

The funny thing is that, although it was ready, the reason I couldn't publish it was because I had to take the cover pic... and I was too lazy to have to dress (create) and pose 8 sims... I hate 8 sims poses hahaha it's too much work for the cover xD... Anyway, I think they turned out pretty good.

This pack was initially going to have only 2 poses for 8 sims... but since it took so long to publish it, in the end I decided to make a third round of poses for all 8 sims...

They are not "THE" poses, but I like them and I think they can be quite useful for certain "events"... I leave that to your imagination, but I can think of a few scenarios to use them xP.

And no, I have not based on Joy Boy and Luffy's Awakening to make these poses xD hahaha (for those who know about ONE PIECE and are up to date with the manga) It was a mere coincidence that it looks similar... Initially I was going to publish them in October, along with the simblreen gifts, as part of the "tribal" poses that I was doing back then, but I didn't finish them in time and then I simply postponed them because of what I have already mentioned haha and this here was the reference that I took as a general idea, along with a couple more:

BTW my original idea was to make the pic in Sulani but Chestnut Ridge is SOOO BEAUTIFUL and was the ideal place to recreate what I saw in my head when making them hehe.

In the other hand, I have made an additional "ALL IN ONE" pose which is all the poses from the 1st set, but to use with just one sim, running around the campfire. (Yes, it would be ideal to have several of this type with different variations, but it was crazy so I discarded the idea haha sorry).

But still, I hope you like these poses and find them useful.

Now I leave you with the detailed description of the poses:

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What is on it?

3 Groupal poses for 8 adult sims.

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What do you need?

Andrew's poses player 

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

OPTIONAL: A campfire.

Instructions in the original post.

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Do not re-upload or modify my creations.

Do not make money of my creations.

Do not include my creations in Mods folders to download.

Please follow my Term Of Use.

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Download it now here — [Early access until May 19th, 2024]

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I really hope you like them and I will say in advance: Thank you so much for using them.

@ts4-poses

[scribbles-here]

Do you take requests?? Cove x Mc/reader where cove stays outside to long and gets heat stroke and mc takes care of him? I thought it could be a cute fic

Yes I do !!

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𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Being on your feet and exposed to the sun all day with rising temperatures seem to be a recipe for disaster.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: horrible description of a heat stroke, vomiting, you can decide if you are already in a relationship with Cove or not.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cove Holden x F! Reader

𝐀/𝐍: never had a heat stroke before but my brother did a few years ago when he joined a band camp during high school, so I'm putting in a few details from what he's told me. xP

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Gritting your teeth, you hauled the heavy black trash bag over your shoulder and trudge through the sand to the large garbage bin that stood at the edge of where the sidewalk was. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of your face which you used your shoulder to quickly wipe away, the sensation tickling when it fell. Volunteering for ORCA had its ups and downs; you could be invited to charities one day and then melting in the sun the next.

"Just a few more bags and we'll be finished here [Name]," A voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the source, you make eye contact with familiar green eyes. Cove gives a wobbly smile and tries to wink. "We can go get frozen yogurt after this."

"That sounds so good right now," You whined, wiping the sweat collecting on your hairline. "I'm dying in this heat." He chuckles and starts heading towards the pile of trash bags on the other side of the beach before he stumbles. With quick reflexes, you go to steady him. But upon seeing Cove up close, you noticed that his face was pale, and his breathing had increased and a bit labored.

"Cove?" You called out in worry, removing one of your hands from his arms to place the back of it against his hot cheek. "Are you okay? You're a bit... pale."

Cove groans and places a hand on his head, eyebrows knitting together in pain. " 'm f..fine..headache." He attempts to take another step before falling onto one knee.

"Cove?!" You shout, kneeling down to his level and he immediately rests his weight on you. This catches the attention of other volunteers as they quickly rush over to help. "Cove, what's wrong?!"

A small whine of pain leaves his chapped lips before Cove's green eyes roll to the back of his head; his body drops into your arms.

"COVE!"

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Sitting on a plastic chair inside the First Aid tent, you watched Cove go in and out of consciousness. He layed in the bed with his shirt off and he was covered in ice packs in an attempt to cool him down. Cove's green hair swayed in the breeze as you fanned him with a folder you borrowed from one of the nurses that ORCA had hired for cases like this.

Your arm was getting sore, but for Cove, you'll keep going. It wasn't much longer when the boy finally comes to, his eyes settling on your blurry figure.

"Oh my gosh, Cove!" You rest your hands on the bed and lean into his space, causing him to let out a squeak as he scrambled to sit upwards.

"[Name]-" But it seems like he got up to fast.

Cove slaps a hand to his mouth, face turning into a sickly green. Noticing the signs you were told earlier; you quickly grabbed the puke bucket that was placed near your chair and held it out in front of Cove. He opens his mouth and blows chunks.

Few minutes pass by as you wait for Cove to finish, a hand settled on his back in an attempt to comfort him. The green haired man spits into the bucket one final time, takes a deep breath, and lets out a big sigh. Cove turns his head slightly to look at you with an embarrassed look.

"That...was something."

You let out a snort. "It was, but- are you feeling better now?" Setting the bucket down, carefully, you brush away Cove's bangs and used the back of your hand to check his temperature.

Cove bites back a blush forming on his cheeks as he watched you lean closer through thick green lashes. "I'm feeling a bit icky, but I'll manage." The smile that grows on your face makes him desperately wanting to lean in and give you a kiss, but he holds himself back.

"Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? More ice packs?" You began listing off things Cove might need. A warm hand rests on your shoulders stopping your listings.

"Can we get frozen yogurt?" Cove bites his lip as he awaits your answer before adding on with a laugh. "Later of course! Once I get better."

"Later it is then." You giggled.

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[liveontelevision]

Hallo!!! I’d just like to say to start I ADORE your work! Especially with Lucifer, the way you depict him is SO refreshing you have no idea.. your work practically canon in my eyes I love it!!! You’re super awesome.

I did also notice that in your Lucifer works you talked about his more ‘unappealing’ traits, so-to-speak. Like his temper, his possessiveness, and especially his paranoia and panic.

I suffer with a paranoia disorder and some ptsd of my own, and it was really nice to have those traits made known, but not have them severely criticized, y’know?

I understand and agree that Lucifer would need a patient partner when it comes to these things, someone to stick around and be reassuring through it all; And while they can get frustrated, not criticize or even leave him for it; something I theorize may have been a reason for Lilith’s own departure.

But what if the reason for the reader’s patience is because of their own panic issues? Or their own temper?

Now to be fair, not sure how i’d exactly want it to go. It could be them comforting him when he panics, or Lucifer when they panic, or just a simple heart-to-heart about their combined struggle and the resilience that is forged because of that…

Like while their breath quickens, hands clutching into their thighs as their brain practically screams at them to calm down through all the mind-numbing internal noise; boiling tears stream down their face as they shiver within the darkness of an empty corridor. Perhaps Lucifer steps around, bearing witness to their storming off, getting a glimpse of the uglier side of their lover. The strange, uncomfortable, terrified side of them. But that isn’t what he sees, not at all. His gaze softens as he stares into their tear-blinded irises and carefully sits in front of them. He sees a person. A real, true human being.

(hahaaa got a bit too silly sorry xP)

All I know is that I think Lucifer, while also being equally concerned, would appreciate having someone who could understand what he’s going through; Well, as close as a sinner could get to understanding it, at least.

But what do you think? Would he act any different? I’d love to know ^^ ❤️

Thank you so much for getting into these details! After reading this I realized how much I connected my own mental struggles to what I write. So just seeing that you're about to relate to it as well made me feel really good :)

This was honestly a little hard for me, trying to get into this mindset. Even though it's not super motivated by Lucifer's character, I kinda needed to write this for myself honestly :') but still, I hope you enjoy this!

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Comfort

CW: Descriptions of depression and panic attacks, flulff, angst

You were head of heels for Lucifer. And you’d do anything for him, that goes without saying, even if you do enjoy seeing his reaction to your devotion. You knew Lucifer as the king of Hell before anything else, so your first impression of him was obviously different from the Lucifer you know and love today. He was always portrayed in media as some suave, flirtatious, powerful being. No one dared talk negatively about him, his true authority being misinterpreted as pure malicious intent. But that didn’t stop the media from tearing Charlie apart. Why didn’t he defend his daughter then? In summary, Lucifer was known for two things; incredible power and little consideration for the actual ongoings of Hell, even with whatever his daughter was involved with. At first. His saving the hotel, defending Hell on extermination day, and encouraging his daughter, was the side of him that only a handful of trusted people could experience firsthand.

Luckily, you got to be one of those people. It’s easy to take his goofy exposure and temper and make it appear that he is an aloof king. But no one can handle being a hermit for centuries without having a different view on life. And being an outcast from his original realm? Being abandoned by his brothers? Even the most powerful demon couldn't experience that without it taking a mental toll. That was obvious. Comforting Lucifer would never be an easy task, even for someone who’s experienced exactly what he has. And who knows exactly how close Lillith was to him? Was she able to see him in this state? Was it another factor of himself that he chose to bury in fear of rejection and abandonment? It was a pitiful thought, but definitely not an impossible one.

Whether or not you truly understood Lucifer's past, you wanted to be there for him. It felt good to comfort such a powerful being, being an anchor for someone who has an absurd amount of baggage. But it’s not like you always knew what you were doing. You weren’t this perfectly healthy person who knew what to say all the time. When you first got together, you had your doubts about even having feelings for him. He was an icon, a celebrity, royalty. It was great he confided in you, but was his status clouding your judgment? Were you only enjoying the dominance you had over his emotional state because of who he was? Was your admiration misconstrued as love? It took a while for you to get over this mindset. The longer you were together, the less it became you constantly praising and fawning over him, the more it became being in love with your best friend.

You didn’t really bother to bring any of this up to him, the idea made you cringe. Would bringing up your doubts about the relationship only transfer those feelings to him as well? The moment passed, so there’s no need to get him worked up over nothing.

That’s a great example of how your mind works. You assumed that all these spiraling questions, that brought you to the brink of tears, just went away. That, because you realized how much you loved him and how much he loved you, that meant that you never needed to express these thoughts. Nothing could be done about it, those feelings were in the past. Why bring it up now?

There was also the question of how much you gave into the relationship. You gave Lucifer your all, gave him your heart and body, and yet you don’t feel comfortable enough to share your own suffering? You could've blamed Lucifer if you wanted. He should be supporting you the same way you support him. Or you could blame yourself. Obviously, if you wanted support you should feel comfortable asking for it. But why do you have to ask? Lucifer never asked for it. Why don’t you feel comfortable sharing your feelings? Your own trauma? What’s wrong with you?

That ended up being your downfall. Nothing ever just goes away. How could you constantly comfort Lucifer and push him to let out what he needs to, yet refuse to express anything that truly upset you? Demons are essentially immortal, these feelings couldn't be bottled up forever. But they can be bottled up until you break.

Lucifer had an especially rough day, he was looking forward to finding his sweetheart and venting about how shitty his meetings went and how Alastor pissed him off, along with some other daily struggles. That’s all it was; a daily vent session that helped him decompress. What he wasn’t realizing was how much that affected you. It wasn’t really his fault, or he wasn't doing it on purpose at least. You weren’t really the type to share your own struggles, you mentioned that to him once or twice. You felt that crying and letting it all out, venting about struggles that simply don’t need to be discussed, none of that really helped you when you were struggling. But today, you were struggling. 

“Ugh! That tacky son of a bitch made fun of my suit today, can you believe it? Like - I mean - C’mon! We basically wear the same things but in different colors, I don’t know what he’s on about. Oh, and I had to go to the Embassy today. Luckily I didn’t need to meet with anyone but I - “ As Lucifer started his long-winded complaints, he stripped himself of his boots, hat, and jacket, then approached you. You were lying in bed, which wouldn't exactly be strange if it were early in the morning or late at night, but it was nearly dinner time. You were wearing your usual pajamas and had been scrolling through your phone for who knows how long. Did you have anything to do today? You didn’t have time to think about that.

Lucifer placed a quick kiss on your forehead, then between words, one on each cheek, then a final, slightly lingering, kiss on your lips. He finally plopped down and laid perpendicular to your lounging body, laying his head in your lap and looking into the ceiling as he went on. You set your phone aside, that had been plugged in and turned on since late last night, leaving it hot to the touch in your hand. You had become numb to it at this point.

None of this seemed to really come off as an issue to you. Who doesn't have a day or two where they can't get out of bed? You were sure you’d be ready to get back to work the next day, so it’s not a problem. Plus, Lucifer was here! You could get some quality time in with him and convince yourself that you weren't wasting a whole day. He went on and on. Talking about the Embassy got him on the topic of Heaven, which led to him sharing a story of how his brothers weren’t supportive of a specific invention he was sharing. “It was really something, you know. If I could've just been accepted by them, if they supported me.. like you do! maybe things could've been different. Maybe - “ Plop. Lucifer flinched at the sudden drop of water that hit his cheek. He wiped it away before finally discovering its source.

You were crying. It was silent, and you were holding your breath to prevent it from turning you into a heaving, sobbing, mess. Lucifer was quick to sit up, seating himself on his knees as he tried to question your disposition. He was finally noticing your overall situation. You are in the same spot that he left you in this morning, wearing the same pajamas, scrolling through the same phone that never left the nightstand. He started to feel ashamed that he didn’t notice any of this sooner. You had shifted your gaze downwards, picking at your clawed fingers like you would your skin when you were alive. This is embarrassing. You don’t want him to see you this way, you look like a mess. You tried your best to keep tears from coming from your eyes, but the fact that Lucifer was sitting near you in absolute silence somehow made it worse. You hitched your breath, trying to control your emotions in any way, then let out a shaky exhale that made your body shrink.

The moment seemed to go on forever. It felt like his eyes were burning into you. You had to do something. Anything. “I’m okay! I’m okay, Luci. Sorry, J-Just a rough day. But it's over now! We can just relax now. Promise.” You quickly said, your voice raspy due to it being the first words you had spoken today. You shifted yourself over, pulling the blanket aside and patting the spot next to you. Lucifer didn’t know how to respond. He’s seen you like this before, everyone has rough days. And why would you lie to him? You could go to him for anything. You knew that, right? He reluctantly moved into the bed, holding his arm out to allow you to snuggle into his side, finally resting your head on the center of his chest. Your eyes looked vacantly towards the other side of the room, as your finger mindlessly traced the seems on the side of his shirt. A monotonous task that kept your mind on anything other than how you were feeling. Today was just one of those days where every little problem you’d encounter was tipping you over the edge, sending you into a spiraling mess.

He knew something was wrong. He didn’t push you away, you clearly needed the contact, but the warm spot that you created from staying in bed all day was apparent when he went in to hold you. Sure, he’s seen you like this before. But this was different. “Darling..? Erm.. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to - I should’ve.. How was your day, love? Wanna.. talk about it?” He always struggled with words. It’d take him a while, but he’d always manage to get what he intended when he spoke. “Oh, um.. It was good.. My day was good. Didn’t do much, but that’s okay. Just a relaxation day I suppose.” Ah, relaxation. You’ve used that word before. He always wondered; How come relaxation never meant going to a spa or doing something legitimately soothing? Was laying in bed all day really what you considered relaxing?

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. Go on, you were talking about your brothers? What were you - “ Your diversion was immediately noticed. Before you could even finish your question, Lucifer had taken your chin and angled your head upward to look at him. It was a struggle for you to meet his eyes. You gulped, and no matter how much you wanted to pull away from his grasp, you didn’t. Tears were welling in your eyes the whole time, and even though your breath had calmed, you still seemed winded. “Please tell me what’s wrong. Please. Let me help.” It seemed like everything just fell into place. Lucifer finally picked up on things you never realized came from your insecurities and paranoia. And he wanted to fix it, not stop it, actually fix it. You hated how the idea of it surprised you. It shouldn't, of course, he’d do this for you.

“ I-I promise it’s nothing.. I’ve just been feeling off today, I just want to be close to you. That always helps.” You smiled up at him. No matter how forced, he returned your smile. “Well.. Do you think.. Talking would help?” You tensed up as he spoke, an obvious sensation to Lucifer since you laid suddenly uncomfortably on his chest. “Hun, you know that stuff really isn’t for me… I don’t benefit from that, I think. So don’t worry. Just - be here. For me? Can you do that?” You began to sound agitated. It wasn’t an aggressive plea, more like a plea for this conversation to be over. He wasn’t a huge fan of how you spoke, it came off as a sort of insult to him. Did you not think he could help you in the same way you did for him? He could try. He wanted to try.

He planted a small kiss on your forehead, then traced his hand up and down your back, feeling your tension melt as he did so. He pressed his cheek against the top of your head and picked up your hand in his. He traced your palm, running along the wrinkles and folds of your skin, then lightly grazed his claw up the length of each of your fingers. He sent a starfish motion across the entirety of your hand before finally interlacing your fingers. You stared at his movements the whole time, watching only for a moment before your eyes glazed over, leaving you in a sort of mindless state. He squeezed your hand after giving it attention, which brought you back to reality. Your eyes had continued to drip, leaving a few small specks of wetness on the part of his shirt that sat below your face. With the newfound grip he had on your hand, he pulled your still clasped hands up to his face, rubbing his cheek on the back of your hand before pressing gentle kisses across your knuckles. His eyes looked at you, half-lidded, with your hands still held to his lips.

Well, you weren't lying when you said being around him helped. Just the sight of him caring for you in this way, calmed your mood. You managed to accept that your actions today wernt like you. That something had taken over in your mind to keep you weighed down in your shared bed. “Thank you.” It barely came out as a whisper when you said it, bringing your clasped hands to your own lips and pressing a kiss on his own knuckles in response. “Of course, love. Anything for you. I mean it.” These actions weren't exactly new to the two of you, these were methods you occasionally used to help Lucifer fall asleep, or calm him down after a rough day. But he was using it on you. He had learned how to take care of you, by watching what you do. Noticing how you act on a daily basis and how that contrasts from the version of you he’s seeing right now. It was a subconscious transaction that you two had. But when you did notice it happening, you could hardly contain the mixed emotions you felt. Embarrassment, Pride, Love.. 

“ I mean it.” He repeated, snapping you from whatever state of mind you caught yourself in, “You know that, don’t you? You know I can help you, right? ” Now, this was new. He’s never questioned you like this. For some reason, it became difficult to respond. To admit that you knew he had your best interest in mind. “Tell me.” He wasn’t demanding, he seemed genuinely concerned as he spoke. Your cheeks flushed, feeling some sort of embarrassment. “Y-Yeah, I know.” You were quiet, still.

Lucifer didn’t seem completely convinced. “I’m sure you do. But can’t you just.. I want to know what goes on in your head.. If that makes sense. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking this - No, I want you to try and talk to me. Just try?” You almost scoffed, trying to play it off as some kind of joke. “It’s not important, I’m feeling better now, that’s what’s important.” 

That’s when he became agitated. He gently sat up, lifting you up with him. “No! It still matters. Tell me how you feel. Or - how you felt, I don’t know..! Talk to me. Please.” He had a tight grasp on your arms, almost shaking you as he spoke. You tried to calm down, you really did, but you felt forced into talking. Not in a negative manner, just in the way that your instinct to isolate yourself in this state was being challenged. You were physically reacting, tensing under his touch and lowering your eyes to the point he couldn't see them. You rubbed your hands against your thighs, trying to figure out what to say. It seemed like it took too long for you to respond. When you did it came out in the form of broken sobs, your hands moved from your thighs to your cheeks, running your forearm across your face to wipe tears. You broke.

You finally open up about your day. About how today, you felt like you didn't have any reason to get out of bed, how it felt okay to just rot there. You tried your best to describe what makes you this way, but you really weren't all that sure yourself. And despite how much Lucifer struggles with his own words, you were almost silent when it came to describing how you felt. He would nod his head and keep a calm composure, just like you do for him. It took everything in him to just hold you as tight as he could, to repeat I'm so sorry and it'll be okay and I love you so much. But that's not what you'd do at this moment, and he realized how much he'd hate that for himself. It’d feel disingenuous. You loved physical affections, even the slightest intimate moments were improved by a simple hand-holding, or just sitting close to Lucifer. And right now, you felt ashamed for wanting to push him away. But you didn't.

He cooed you, and pulled you in close, his arms engulfing your curled up body. He continued to rub your back, just like you’d do for him, and would ask if you needed anything multiple times, even if you politely rejected each time. Just to be safe. You let out a gross mixture of sobs and apologies, and possibly some things that you’d regret saying later, but the dam was broken at this point. After you had calmed down, he loosened his grasp to let you sit up, your body stiff from holding it in that position for so long. He was quick to create some tissues out of thin air and hand them to you, catching sight of your reddened eyes and nose, but he also made it a point to not stare at you. He’d turn his gaze to the floor, or to your hands, or he’d rest his head on top of yours. “So..? How are you doing?” He almost sounded nervous when he asked as if he might have messed up at some point. “I feel disgusting.” You said bluntly, your voice nasally due to your nose being so stuffed up. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I told you this stuff doesn't work for me, I feel awful still.” A bittersweet smile hit his face, but you were still making it a point to keep your eyes away. “I know, love. But, I’m glad you did it. I’m.. well, I’m glad you’re talking to me - I know it was hard.. So.. thank you, I suppose. You did good.” His words were choppy as if he was still figuring out what he wanted to say. He said what he needed to though.

You let out an absolutely exhausted sigh and leaned back into his chest, bringing both of you back down onto the bed. After a bit more backrubbing and hums of affection, you finally lift your head to look up at him. He was absolutely glowing. The smile on his face brought you butterflies that you didn't realize could resurface after being with someone for so long. “You did so well~” He said in a low tone, keeping his eyes locked on yours, and keeping your head turned upwards by gently holding your chin. “W-Well, don’t say it like that.. Perv..” You let your suddenly dirtied mind blurt out a nervous response. “Hey, that one’s on you. I would never proposition a damsel in distress.” He tapped your nose, speaking in a theatrical voice, before meeting your lips in a much-needed kiss. “Love you.” You muttered into his lips, only to feel his smile form in response. His eyes weld with affection for you when he pulled away. “I love you.”

Even if you felt awful after your little outburst, the reality of laying in bed all day finally hit you with a burst of adrenaline. You weren’t able to sleep after that and Lucifer had no complaints about that. The rest of the night was spent doing silly little things, Lucifer demanded you do your nightly routine, insisting it would help your mood. He provided snacks, started a movie that you mentioned you wanted to see a while ago, and sat behind you as he either brushed your hair or spent the time to give you a thorough massage.

You were so proud of him. You always struggled alone when this kind of thing happened. And, although a little awkward, he was exactly what you needed him to be at that moment.

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( @vififofum @thornwolfy235 @tinywolfiegirl @chipper-chip @bat-boness @misfitgirlwrites @nayomi247 @lonelynmisunderstood )

[skullrift]

ive spent all day working on greenville. ive made a good amount of progress!

rat and user profiles are done! users have the ability to set a "main rat" which basically just displays it on your profile lol. but i think its really fun

and ive implemented rat customization! the name, gender, pronouns and description fields are all changeable (description isnt visible in the screenshot since the section only shows up if theres one set)

i have to set up daily collection command next, then i'll work on the foraging part. i expect that to take a while since its going to involve a Lot of RNG logic and shit, and having to calculate levelling/xp for rats. i also plan to have rat specific forage cooldowns AND a maximum amount of foraging expeditions one user is able to do within a set period of time, just for balancing. so ill have to handle that as well.

but im so excited! im getting closer and closer to being able to do a first release, then i can start working on secondary features for an update :] (trading, farming, training rats to do tricks)

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[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

For Yuuma:

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

"It would be too simple and easy to say boobs but they are a big factor for that for me. Though I like women with good thighs to go with that. Mostly cuz it would be weird if they're too 'top heavy' as they say. I am also partial to odd colored hair, you see so much black around here it's nice to see a woman with hair that stands out."

Mun note: He doesn't quite realize the insinuations his description makes. XP