#writing and editing the endings rn

[junipvelt]

"Centricide the VN" will be coming out sometime next month! (exact date TBD)

stats for the current build v

I would apologize for it taking a year to make but at this point I'm just glad it might be finished during my lifetime.

[kortac-sweetheart]

it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.

you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.

"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.

"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.

"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."

at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.

keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.

"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.

it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.

he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.

"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.

"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.

"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.

as if he could deny you of such a thing.

he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.

(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)

his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.

he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.

his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.

the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.

"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.

the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.

"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.

"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.

in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.

you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.

he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.

his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.

"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.

you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.

"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.

"good night, sugar."

"night, sweetheart."

"we love you too."

they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.

[ulteri0rm0tives]

It's every iteration.

It's every iteration of V that will always find Johnny. Every iteration of V that Johnny grows to care about. It's every iteration of each other, in every universe, that will always find each other. They'll always become inseparable, tied together in unfathomable ways. Ways they could never truly unravel from each other in the end, no matter the end.

They'll always be destined for one another. No matter what face is worn. No matter what universe. No matter what, they're always meant to be. No matter what, the stars will always align for them, just to come crashing down from the sky.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i just caught up with my comments over on ao3 and this literally me right now

[fangsandfeels]

I think what is not mentioned in the Rite of Ascension dilemma is that it's certainly not the only way for a vampire to walk in daylight. The Rite was the way for a vampire to have it all at once, with a cherry on top - which is why it took a devil and 7000 souls to arrange.

For instance, the Cloak of Dragomir, which canonically exists in the in-game universe and allows vampires to walk in sunlight, also nerfs them, removing their vampire strength and bringing them on the same level as mortals. It was the reason why the original owner and commissioner, the vampire lord Dragomir, was furious with the result. He didn't want just to stroll in the light of day; he wanted to dominate everyone in the light of day. He could no longer enjoy simple things; he was obsessed with cultivating more power, and the cloak failed to assist him with that purpose.

So, there are certainly ways and methods. They aren't "good enough" for vampire lords because vampire lords don't want to just take a walk in the city in the light of day; they want to conquer cities without having to fear the sunlight.

However, such methods would be more than enough for one dashing vampire spawn rogue who simply likes to bask in the sun.

Additionally, from what I learned by combing through DnD forums, it is possible that spells and artifacts that protect vampires from sunlight do exist, but any vampire lord who owns those would keep them a secret. After all, they don't want their advantage stolen or compromised by their vampire competitors or adventurers.

Finally, while such an artifact or a spell may not be found in ancient books or texts, but they can be commissioned from a knowing master of arcane arts or an artificer. It's not easy, but and would cost a fortune, but it's possible.

[blorbingqls]

peaceful property final thoughts: what is a home?

i remember the first time peaceful property was released as a mock trailer in gmmtv part 1 for 2024, and how excited i was for the series to air. i thought it to be a perfect ghostbusting plot for a show - and taynew have acted in many other non-BL shows that i was not too worried for it to be a BL or not BL. and internally, after seeing that trailer, i had an idea on how the show was gonna be on what it means to have a home, have a family and understand its better meaning.

now that the show has ended, it has come true in its best form. all the spirit stories was so rooted in the little things that most people would want, and each story ngl made me cry. it gave emphasis on family, on building homes, building warmth and building a sense of familiarity with love and care. and how even with care, the financial difficulties of most people get highlighted. it was endearing to me, because it gave me every flavour of drama, angst, hate, anger, horror, fear and love i thought i didnt need but i did. so badly.

i can definitely say the show was a lot on breaking, healing and building new stuff over the old, with the theme remaining constant over all of the episodes. personally, it provided a new meaning to home. we list a lot of thing while we talk about what home means to someone, in poetry, prose, media and daily life. and i believe you cant find one absolute meaning of home. the show said the same thing here as well. however, it add more depth to the things already said. how home lies within the people, not the buildings we create. its the memories that emphasise a home.

and i think here, the best example to explain home was through uncle somkid. the denial of care and affection he felt through years doesnt equate to the comfort he got at last, knowing his father did love him all those years, left him memories and things behind. and for us as the audience, probably, the arc that somkid got may not be correct because one may think the emotional unavailability of gramps and the whole family doesnt give the correct closure that somkid probably needed. but we find out somkid saying that he finally got the closure he needed. and that is something only he could justify, not us.

i learnt a deeper meaning of how home is everything - the chaos, disagreements, fights, denial of love, hate, laughter, envy, jealousy, pride, ego, disappointment, love, care, affection, warmth, being safe and content of being together with people. and feeling that all with people has become so valid. because you go through all those emotions in the course of life with people/buildings/memories you used to call/call/will call home. these feelings dont remain constant but they show up.

the way i interpreted "home" is still vague and may be incorrect, but i have felt this as i keep defining more homes over the course of my life. i have felt these emotions somewhere or the other while being in homes and its now something which makes me feel warm and content. and this show, made me feel it all.

will like to end my string of thoughts with this thought in mind.

[some-awtter]

Big ass image under cut because it's my phone wall paper. But I drew myself over siffrin in the ending image. So SPOILERS for isat below cut.

"I-"

{You breathe in and out. The wind makes it hard to do so, but you manage}

"I- I wished..."

{You wished...}

You'd all stay together...

"I- I wished that we would all stay together! E- even if this world ended... or if we saved it."

"I- I just... just don't want to lose you all!"

[essektheylyss]

GUESS WHAT I HIT.

69K.

NICE.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances

[august-anon]

TWO FICS ARE FINISHED

i just gotta edit them now,,,,,,,,,,

but editing is the worst part lol

[imtheiliad]

so i maybe wrote like a very very short soft little thing about buck telling tommy about daniel ...is that something people would like want to read?

[gifti3]

guess who's back, guess who's back? me and i brought more arranged marriage AU writing. the last post was this one.

this post is shorter and features Asmo and Luci this time. Cause i needed to get some complaining Asmo in here. Anyways thanks for reading, hope you like it :] (and happy early birthday to Asmo!!! 🎂🎉 sorry for putting u in situations lmao)

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"Asmodeus stop hanging off me."

Lucifer tries to pull his brother off, but he doesn't budge. Asmodeus who was currently kneeling next to his study chair, continue to hold on to his arm with surprising strength.

"But you have to help me! Pleaseeeee!"

Lucifer lets out a deep sigh, continuing his work and looking through documents as if Asmodeus isn't there. "I already told you, Father's word was final."

"But-But there has to be a way to talk him out of this! And you're the only one he might listen to!"

"Trust me, the one suggestion I made was completely rejected. He's completely resolute about this marriage."

"Then make another suggestion!"

"Can you at least meet MC first before you throw a tantrum like a child? From what we've seen they're polite and mostly keep to themselves. So getting along with them should be easy for you as long as you don't do anything foolish."

"Hmmm…they sound kinda boring."

Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. He could feel a migraine coming on. "Behave when you actual meet them Asmo."

Asmodeus huffs and finally releases his older brother and instead begins pacing in front of his desk.

"But why does it have to be me? I know I'm a catch, but last time I checked, other people in this family weren't married!"

"I already explained this. Father expects you to be more involved in the socioeconomic affairs of the family. Which you've managed to avoid for years."

"Pssh but am I the only one though?"

Lucifer doesn't even bother answering him.

Asmodeus looks off to the side. Maybe he wasn't that involved in the more "serious" aspects that kept their family on top, but at least he went to all the important social events unlike Leviathan. That must count for something.

Though the idea of Leviathan getting married was definitely something he couldn't see happening any time soon. It might overload him. Only recently did his older brother start showing his face in public consistently….and it would be nice to see Levi fall in love naturally one day. Maybe he could convince him to go out on the town with him… Baby steps, baby steps.

Mammon was already married (surprisingly). Which much to his dismay, really cut a lot into their nights out. Though he would never admit it to his face.

Lucifer and Satan could probably avoid marriage if they wanted to, considering all they do.

All that left was Beelzebub and Belphegor. Shoveling off marriage to his younger siblings didn't feel right though.

Asmodeus visibly deflated. He sighs and flops down in the chair in front of Lucifer's desk. Even though he was doing this, he already knew it was over before it even began. It didn't stop him though. In fact, he had complained to Lucifer the day before.

And the day before that.

He'd cried to Satan and even bothered Mammon, who gave him terrible marriage "advice" that he made sure to tune out.

But it wasn't like him to not be at least a little persistent and complain when things weren't going his way!

And this was something worth complaining about. Him getting married? There's certain things marriage entailed right? Wouldn't he be expected to stop with his current lifestyle? Partying and playing around? Sharing his beautiful existence with the world? It just wasn't right!

He wouldn't do it, especially for a stranger.

Asmodeus crosses his arms. "….Are you sure I can't get out of this?"

"Asmo for the love of God. Father was serious about getting in this family's good graces, and this is a sure-fire way to do so. As you said so humbly, out of everyone here you're the most practical choice. And even if one of your brothers were picked instead, who says it won't be you the next time?"

Asmodeus's frown deepens. If he wanted to continue living such a comfortable life, he couldn't really just go against Father either. Even if he was okay with giving it all up, it was too scary.

"Meet them first. Now can you go find someone else to whine to. I'm busy."

Guess that was the end if the today's discussion.

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[shikai-the-storyteller]

BTW next chapter of "Like A Parody of Tantalus" will be a Chume Labs interlude!

It's just polished enough / long enough for me to feel reluctant posting it to Tumblr rather than Ao3, but I don't want to shove it into the pre-QSMP / beginning of QSMP chapter since it doesn't fit the vibe.

[gingermintpepper]

What do you mean by read the Palladium on the tags of the post? As far as I knew no texts survived the actual telling of the Palladium theft? Am I mistaken? (Genuine question, not malicious)

Nope, you're completely correct! That's fully a mistake on my part (I meant to write read about the Palladium) but because I'm on mobile I couldn't edit the tags without completely deleting them 😔 I ended up just leaving them as is but I certainly don't mind the formal correction cause like, the Palladium very much is one of the story bits that we no longer have written record of. Thank you very much my scrupulous anon! o7

[idontwantrobyntodie]

i think i finished the-girl-who-was-born-of-a-fish???