#(and ruby to an extent)

[ovenproofowl]

it was a really charming surprise to find out that the song ncuti and millie performed wasn't pre-recorded and that they literally just had to sing it on the fly while dancing around. most sequences like that would have just been lip-synced with the done up vocals being played in the background which always feels a bit inauthentic, but this just adds to the chaos of the scene and makes the stakes feel a bit more genuine, that ruby and the doctor are actually struggling to come up with this song to offer a proper distraction.

I know we talk a lot about how doctor who will always pick practical effects and costume over 'cgi-ed to a buggery', so I feel like this also deserved some acknowledgement

[aihoshiino]

i'm saying this again but if you're an akane fan talking about oshi no ko and the crux of your analysis revolves around shitting on kana then maybe you aren't actually as big of an akane fan as you like to think lol

[toast-com]

I started watching RWBY and do the writers not know the difference between a fairytale character, a historical figure, or characters from a myth?

Like, it's infuriating to go to a character's wiki page and check what their "fairytale allusion" is, only for it to be revealed that it's a Roman God. That's disappointing on so many levels.

And then I'm further disappointed that the character who is named after the Roman God Neptune, has no water based motifs at all. Just stupid blue hair.

[yuseirra]

The word Idol also has the meaning "god," doesn't it?

Likewise, Fatal means "deadly," but it can also mean fatal in the sense of "a fatale/very charming person who brings misfortune to those around them."

It seems like those titles were quite intentional. What I mean is, the titles of those songs hint at the essence or nature of the speaker. They have layered meanings. The Idol(god) is Ai. The Fatal(fatal being who brings misfortune)is Kamiki.

Another thing, but I've always been baffled, thinking, Aqua, why do you have to die? Kamiki, maybe, but Aqua?! But today, I finally figured it out—I hadn't looked into Susanoo before. (Honestly, I was just too lazy.)

Susanoo eventually becomes the ruler of the underworld/Netherworld, called Ne no Kuni…;;; that place is also identified as "Yomi", the Japanese mythology version of hell, where his mother resides.

Oh, this manga, seriously!!!! Was all that talk about going to hell actually referring to this?!! If you think about it, this manga talks a lot about "going to hell" when it comes to Aqua. It even starts in the second chapter when he thinks he believed a person like him would go to hell. You'll see him bringing this up a couple times in the story.

It seems like Susanoo had some mama’s boy tendencies—either that or he was just a devoted son. He cried about wanting to see his mother, fought with his father because of it, and in the end, he ended up living in the underworld where she had gone. But as I mentioned before, he actually never spent any time with his mother, Izanami. Izanagi created him alone, after all. And yet he longs for his mother so much. Meanwhile, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi don’t seem to have any depictions like that.

Don't worry guys! Aqua and Ai's quite safe. You see that white star in the final chapter? That's him with his mom. I honestly just caught that the moment I read it and I laughed at how dumb and ridiculous that is. I don't support his life choices, I'm sorry but it was stupid of him!! Oh goodness sake, I wish that was Kamiki w Ai instead, it gets kind of creepy. It's FAR from touching. Really. I just wish he'd go on and live with Ruby and everyone, even his DAD that he KILLS told him to and he didn't take that. I hate him for that. I say it now, but I get Kamiki obsessing about Ai, she's his only love but Aqua? That can get creepy... His feelings towards her's complex but she's his very mother in this life. I don't want to think so much about it but I don't want him to be the one next to Ai after all this, if that guy's one of those stars; I want it gone; I rather he be the sea instead or sth

Coming to think of it, it WAS mentioned that Ai's soul was dispersed into the stars and the sea so maybe a part of her's still with her husband... Take him back... Take him...

This comic sincerely makes me laugh sometimes because of how ridiculous it can get, it's actually funny in the weirdest ways. The characters don't deserve this ugly fate...

This manga keeps aligning with mythology in the strangest ways. It really does seem to be deliberately borrowing and reinterpreting myths. Sarutahiko drowned, so Kamiki drowned. Susanoo ended up living in the underworld, so Aqua ended up like this… Now, this bizarre turn of events makes a lot more sense.

At this point, I feel like every development in this manga - the one thing that holds it all together somehow is the myths. The author must really love mythology. You see, the songwriters definitely knew. The anime staff does too! There are elements that cannot be explained unless they knew this was what was up. To be honest, it's the songs that got me going, they explain this story better than the work itself in many occasions.

The problem would be that whereas they know, the audience doesn't, is ditched and left confused. This is on the author, they have to convey what their story is but they don't seem so eager to. I'm sure they had so much fun with this work but.. That's not the only thing I find upsetting about this work...it's minor compared to how it handles its subject material, as I say all the time!;

I really think that maybe Ame-no-Uzume loved humans so much that she wanted to experience being among them—giving and receiving love—so she reincarnated as Ai, and that’s how all of this happened.

Because… there are so many clues pointing to it. First of all, she’s called the reincarnation of the “Morning Star.” Ai was definitely a reincarnation of something. But if that’s the case, then there’s only one possible answer.

Honestly, what happened to Kamiki is just… too terrible. Every time I think about it, I feel sick. And he was way too young.

Maybe that’s why the author can’t outright say that they borrowed this particular god’s myth? Like… would a shrine dedicated to that deity file a complaint? My mind is going in all directions now.

This manga… One entertainment god gets stalked and murdered, and the other suffers child abuse… his beloved gets killed, And then, he gets falsely accused of doing such an act. He grows insane and commits sins to get her back(I really don’t think he did it. Seriously. Because if he did, there’d be no reason to use that specific god’s myth—but he is that god. Those two are, at their core, the entertainment god couple.)

If they were going to write it this way, I just wish they had made the message clear. I’m not asking for anything else—just that they clearly state what kind of story this is. It's not a matter of what they choose to discuss, I feel it's important how you do it. This could have been a much more meaningful story, I really wish they handled it more carefully with care.

Anyway, I went back and looked at the drawings I did on this piece, and… they weren’t half bad. I really worked hard on them!

I think my interpretation is right at most. I always try my best to interpret and follow things, I really want to respect and stay true to the source material in the ways I can!

Ai’s boyfriend—that guy—what this is that he was originally truly kind. And that kind person… went insane.

I keep taking this so seriously, worrying, feeling anxious, afraid I might be misinterpreting things, scared that I’m being reckless… It’s like I care more than the author does. But I’ve spent so much time agonizing over this already—maybe I deserve to be a little shameless about my conclusions.

Aqua is so dumb though, oh Aqua, I just- I want to slap his back. I want to do that, and step on Hikaru's foot too. Those two boys should apologize to Ai in heaven(or hell, wherever they're at) this is such a dumb comic...being dumb's okay, what isn't is that it can hurt people and it's really annoying that the author stated it themselves that stories can do that YET he still does it himself. Believe me, he probably knew what he did.

[horizon-penblade-art]

has anyone done this yet

[image ID: drawings of gem versions of the hermitcraft recap team. pix is a dumortierite, sloy/zloy is an unakite, and lyarrah is an anyolite.]

[foolishlyzephyrus]

i enjoy ruby sunday but she feels like a clara oswald-lite, no?

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

how do you feel about the whole 'phantom ruby originated from The End' theory. i personally love it, the cyber corruption sonic gets is like a mild version of what infinite has to deal with every day & there's more voices fucking w him

OKAY tbh originally i didnt think id have too much to say on this(and i still might not lol but Im Thinking really hard abt it so it COUNTS !!!!!) n whatever cause i personally don't really give a shit abt sonic frontiers it just doesnt intrigue me as a Complete *thing*

HOWEVER !!!!!!!!!!!!

i just watched like over an hours worth of End related videos and????????? THIS SHITS CRAZYYYYYY its so insane how this fits in w my lore n shit 4 the phantom rubies personally (Sega upholding the tradition of stealing ideas directly from my brain<33 im just that good😏)

my actually genuine reaction when the celestial bodies n space rocks r sentient w power that rivals the chaos emeralds:

LIKEEEE. okay. okay. not to be infifi lorepilled on main r anything. *i explode💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥*

I THINK ITS A VERY FUN IDEA. idk how i feel abt the phantom rubies coming directly from The End but i can def see how they can be related to each other, esp knocking sonic out of his super form briefly COME ONNN literally phantom ruby reference?!?!!?. i rest my case💼. i still dont think i know enough about The End to give a full comparative analysis on The End and pts abilities n such but i can 100% see the correlation anf thinks its a VERY VERY fun idea even if i dont necessarily agree w them being one n the same... ill have to do more research n come back to this for sure.

ill end this w a silly thought of my own though(lmk if this has already been said lol... i dont keep up w all this lol): obv ive seen ppl compare the dialouge of The End and infinite..... AND. hear me out if we were to run w the phantom rubies and End being of similar origin and ignore every other supplementary material that expounds on infinite besides Sonic Forces there is a teeny tiny bit of room to consider infinite rock possession😳 like the way they speak in certain contexts is similar and like.... if we can consider the phantom rubies as vessels that serve as an extension of The Ends power perhaps....?😳😳😳

OBV ik this is a MASSIVE stretch and isnt fully backed by canon but. a silly theory to consider to regardless lol. if someone else has already come up w this idcccc its mine now. bajabnsbbd

[stars-and-spice]

So what was this about then?

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

y'know as much as i see ruby as my son (and I still do) truth is outside of being a selfshipper I actually do kin ruby - and thought id stay to be a ruby kin but my selfshipping tendencies got the better of me LMAO

[fairydust-stuff]

Also, want to add gossip Girls Serena & Nate and Alois Trancy from Black Buttler.

i love you characters that are only valued for their looks i love you characters that were made to believe they have nothing to offer but their body i love you characters who use beauty to survive i love you characters whose beauty brings them pain i love you characters who are seen as objects i love you characters who see themselves as objects i love you characters who can't stand to not be pretty i love you characters who can't stand to be pretty anymore

[caroalanfc]

gaby is being wasted in that wingback position

[hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard]

Get ready kids, because I’m about to tell you all about gamma gardening!

Basically, after WWII, some people were interested in using fission energy for good. One of the uses they came up with was to create useful genetic mutations in plants.

But unlike today’s careful gene editing, gamma gardens took the “just blast them with radiation and pray that the RNG gods give you something good” approach.

According to Wikipedia, the methodology was as follows:

Gamma gardens were typically five acres in size, and were arranged in a circular pattern with a retractable radiation source in the middle. Plants were usually laid out like slices of a pie, stemming from the central radiation source; this pattern produced a range of radiation doses over the radius from the center. Radioactive bombardment would take place for around twenty hours, after which scientists wearing protective equipment would enter the garden and assess the results. The plants nearest the center usually died, while the ones further out often featured "tumors and other growth abnormalities". Beyond these were the plants of interest, with a higher than usual range of mutations, though not to the damaging extent of those closer to the radiation source. These gamma gardens have continued to operate on largely the same designs as those conceived in the 1950s.

They’ve decreased greatly in popularity as the reputation of radiation has gone down the toilet, but one notable product of gamma gardens is the ‘Ruby Red’ grapefruit!

^ this is a proper Fallout-style mutant

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Little Dove

(Or, the birth of Sylus' daughter)

Just pure, unabashed fluff ♡ Dad!Sylus means the universe to me.

Not proofread, written entirely on a whim 🙈

If you want even more Dad!Sylus, there is a part 2 to this here, a short fluff piece about his first time holding his baby girl skin-to-skin ♡

For years, Sylus has been a connisseur of music. Has amassed a vast and impressive collection of vinyls. Listened to practically every classical piece there is. And yet... nothing has sounded as wondrous or beautiful to his ears as the first cries of his newborn daughter. The sound of her makes Sylus' breath catch and his heart skip a beat.

When the baby — your baby. his baby. — is placed in your arms, the world around Sylus seems to narrow down, and for the next few moments it's as though you and the precious new life you hold in your arms are the only beings that exist in it.

The sight of you — exhausted, yet with a smile so radiant that it would put a thousand suns to shame — cradling your little dove causes Sylus' chest to tighten, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat.

Joy. Relief. Pride. Love. They all swirl around in his heart, expanding to an extent he had never before thought possible for a fiend like himself. But as of yet, he holds the dam together, blinking away the stinging mist forming in his eyes.

After pressing a kiss to your damp temple, Sylus gently, and with uncharacteristic tentativeness, reaches out to touch his daughter for the first time, his index finger tenderly stroking her soft little cheek.

"She is beautiful" he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice thick with emotion. "Like her mother" he adds, looking up to meet your gaze with a gentle smile that completely softens his sharp features. They hold no trace of the imposing leader of Onychinus. Nor is there any hint of his trademark smug smirk or arrogance. There is only the unfiltered adoration and love of a husband and father.

- 🐦‍⬛

Tiny. She is so tiny.

Sylus finds himself inwardly marveling the first time he holds his daughter, his large hands all but dwarfing her.

And yet, despite the miniscule weight of his baby girl, Sylus feels it more keenly than he has ever felt anything in his life.

Throughout his long life, Sylus has held more riches, more exquisite jewels and rare valuables in his hands than he could ever count. But never before has he held a treasure near as priceless as the tiny, flailing bundle wrapped up in soft blankets now in his arms.

A small part of Sylus is, for the first time in his life, terrified. A little crack forming in his seemingly impenetrable self-assurance, giving way to his first bout of parental worry.

She is so small. So fragile. What if he accidentally ends up hurting her in some way?

However, Sylus doesn't let any of his newfound nervousness show, as ever the master of self control. Instead, he puts all his focus on soothing his little one, — who has begun wailing softly — already putting her and her needs before his own worries.

Instinctively, Sylus starts to carefully rock the tiny wailing newborn, humming to her in the same low, tender (but oh so out of tune) tone he always used on her while she lay in your womb. And your little girl, as if recognizing her father's voice, ceases crying, her little face unscrunching, peering up at him with wonder in her ruby red eyes. The moment her beautiful orbs meet his, Sylus feels his throat tightening and his heart squeezing, his whole being quite literally overwhelmed by the sheer strength of love he is experiencing.

His little dove. So beautiful. So perfect in every way.

Part of Sylus is in disbelief that someone like himself had had part in her creation. That something so innocent, so fragile, so breathtaking, so indescribably precious could come from a fiend and criminal like himself. However, he has long vowed that he will give her all the opportunities, all the care, all the security, all the affection, all the happiness that he himself never had growing up. His child will never be forced to be an outcast, nor a criminal. She will be free to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. To soar as high as she pleases. The sky will be her limit.

Sylus has only held his little girl for a few moments, and yet he already loves her so much that he hardly knows what to do with himself. It is a vaguely terrifying feeling in its sheer, fierce intensity, yet one he can no longer imagine living without.

As he keeps humming softly to his baby, his thumb gently stroking her impossibly tiny yet perfect fingers, his eyes still locked onto hers, Sylus is unable to hold back the tears that creep up again, try as he might. He has always been an expert at managing his emotions, but the flood welling over him is beyond even his capability to control. And so the leader of Onychinus relents and the dam breaks, silent tears running slowly down his cheeks in a rare instance of raw vulnerability.

Sensing your gaze upon him, Sylus finally looks up, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours. With a soft smile, radiant in its unfiltered joy and pride, he bends over you and plants a kiss on your lips, a stray drop of rain landing on your cheek when he withdraws.

"Thank you" he says softly, his expression one of indescribable, limitless love and adoration for you and the tiny life you've created. You smile at him, and reach out to gently wipe away the tears that are gathered in his dark lashes with your thumb.

Tenderly handing your now sleeping daughter back to you, Sylus settles beside you on the bed, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close as you both gaze down at the dozing baby girl in your arms. Yours and his very own little dove. The living embodiment of your love. The very testament to your mutual perseverance against fate.

.♡

[kalims]

⋆ too drunk to recognize your boyfriend

feat. third years of diasomnia

malleus

"I.. have a boyfriend,"

to an extent. the guarded, suspicious look on your face would have concerned malleus to no belief, to others. he wouldn't have bat an eye whatsoever, but it's you so the feeling crawls up his spine and clouds his heart. he can't help the slight nudge of offense clouding his face cause you definitely shouldn't have any reason to make such a face to his.

the more his arm reaches out towards you—to ground your swaying form perhaps, the more you seem to be inching away from him. which shouldn't make sense at all! "child of man?" he murmurs. dropping the attempt to console you, to which you squint at him. back pressed against the front door to his dorm.

"who are you?!" you point at him, and he blinks. mortification spreads in his head. you've.. accumulated amnesia?!

malleus' fingers clench around the fabric on his chest, just after he had retracted the outstretched limb in fear of frightening you even more. there's a certain stiffness to his hand that illicit a drop of sweat from his forehead. him? he's your mal?

if he had the nerve to cry, he would.

but of course, you remain a priority. you exhibit unnatural behavior. no one just forgets important details in a day! you especially, won't forget about him! and he won't let you, ever.

you sway. your eyes darting around, and squinting like you're struggling to focus on one subject of your attention, a factor that might affect it is the fact you keep looking around instead on settling on something, preferably him. and, malleus is torn between steadying you, or him.

he chooses you.

despite your half hearted protest that audibly makes him sulk more, he twists the door to the dorm open and ushers you inside. not too much of a struggle, if anything, you seem lighter, and he almost actually hauled you around with minimal effort.

"must be a good night," a voice purrs, malleus doesn't have to glance at the source to know that it's lilia. years spent with the man does wonder with familiarity. it took him a couple of decades to get used to him. strangely enough he feels like he's known you longer, despite not.

the statement makes the taller male frown. lilia though, keeps the tiny smile, now tickled with a hint of amusement as the rubies shift from your blubbering form to malleus' face. oh? he's upset now. lilia muses. it's easy to ascertain his boy's move, like a sixth sense.

so lilia decides to probe further. "no? your face tells me otherwise."

malleus huffs a little. one of the habits he never seemed to grow out of ever since he learned to keep his... more draconic traits at bay. "you are less than accurate with your assumption," his eye twitches, either torn between distressed or irritation. despite the conflicting behavior, he still manages to treat you with a gentle hand while leading you towards the couch.

"it is a very terrible day." malleus continues. sad enough to complain, but fond of you enough to take the hint from your apparent cautious behavior towards him. lilia almost laughs when he spies him gloomy, sitting on the far end, away from you.

the lightning strikes just as the clouds roll in. lilia peers behind the curtains, chuckling a little at the weather.

well! he just hadn't seen malleus moping around this much since, what? when that gold trinket wouldn't fit in his tower anymore? "why so, my dear?" lilia coos, positively charmed by the 'adorable' disposition.

of course, he already knows. he'd heard your exchange moments ago.

lilia retains the easy look. "the child of man has forgotten about me," malleus explains. looking more stressed by the second. "whoever has done this, will pay." from a sad, faraway look to rage suddenly. "I beg of you, please return them." then switches back...?

he has half the mind to pretend like you're never gonna return normal but decides against it.

"of course!" lilia chirps. "they'll be well by tomorrow."

and, malleus looks like he had been holding the world by his shoulders seconds ago, a sigh of relief.

the next day, you're not sure why malleus is introducing himself in concerning detail. do you really need to know what color his assigned blanket was when he was given birth to...?

lilia

if anything, he's really the one who enabled your behavior.

"just one more." , "oh my, need another?" , "you look like you need it, come on now, don't be shy, you only live once~"

concerned, silver steadied you as you wobble on your feet. babbling about some nonsense under your breath which only illicits the boy to cast a disapproving glance at lilia (who only wears an amused smile).

"seems like they had quite the night." a cheery comment from the latter, and silver makes no move to resist when he moved closer with silent steps, then pries you to his side inside with a gentleness that would prove that he isn't.. actually the reason for your state, but not really.

lilia cooed, like he'd coddled them before. silver thinks but it is so distinct from the way he used to coax them into bed. "time for bed."

you peel your eyes open, squinting with a crease between your brows. you tug at your arm, of which doesn't really budge but lilia decides to humor the struggle so he lets go and raises his brows. "I'm not a kid!" you say, then turn your head to the side—like a kid.

oh, so adorable. lilia croons, swooning inside his head for a bit. how he'd like to simply hold you for hours end...

the romantic monolog of his daydreams though, is interrupted by you once more. ironic since you were the one he was just day dreaming about.

"oh, my. is that so? how lucky of me." he chooses to say instead.

silver sweatdrops. glancing between your hazy... anger maybe? it's not really anger in all honesty, just bordering. then to the lax demeanor his father exhibited. a glance would find normality in it, but he hasn't seen him pick on someone so...

he doesn't know the word for it, perhaps insisting on bothering a singular person as much as he can?

you gasp, snapping your head to silver. cause apparently you recognize him, but seemed scandalized by lilia's presence. "silver! protect me!"

amused, lilia watches you scurry back behind the boy.

"there's nothing to protect you from..."

"there's a man!"

"I'm a man too..."

"there's a bad man!"

your head peeks out from silver's confused frame, lilia's head follows the action. tilting to the side as you eye him hilariously warily. hmmm.. so very cute. "I'm an innocent, only wishing to steal my beloved." he replies, with a usual lightness. though the usual relaxation you had around him is replaced with irritation.

"you can't steal me away, my boyfriend and his children will strangle you."

lilia shares a look with silver. where did they get the idea of... such violence?

silver shrugs. not a clue, he seems to reply back, committed to just remaining a bystander even if he's technically in the middle.

"is that so?"

you nod vehemently, a more open vulnerability clear on your face than before. you point to lilia (well, technically you don't actually know its him! or maybe you're just playing with him?) squinting, accusing at all with him at the end of your pointer finger. the male only raises his brow, and flashes you a cheeky smile.

lilia contemplates playing with you. as in, replying 'why don't you guess?' because knowing you, even in this state you'd probably tell him: "how would I know?" then proceed to guess anyway.

you would have a cute expression, perhaps. but he isn't so cruel to the point where he would waste time—time you could be using to rest instead, preferably get sober, remember him when you wake up, and return to your lovey dovey self.

alright. maybe not lovey dovey on some days but he would definitely prefer that than you using his son as a shield against him, like the boy could actually hold him back.

well, it is technically his fault... but lilia had all the intentions to care for you if you ever got too drunk, he'd hold you up if you were too unsteady, guide you away from possible fiends, and make sure you recovered well the following morning.

but, this definitely didn't enter his area of expectations.

"yup!" you cry. "he might be short, but he can kick butt." for someone who's heard many arrogant words, he's never seen one who says one thing—a threat in your case, then you proceeded to cower behind the nonchalant silver.

you nudge silver.

silver blinks. "um... that's correct."

you glance back at lilia. as if to say I told you!

"so... he will kick my... butt?" lilia hums, indulging in using the word. goodness, good thing sebek is not here. that boy definitely would've kicked you out for endorsing such foul language.

he feigns a look of horror, to his amusement you seem to brighten.

simply adorable...

long story short. you seem to believe you've truly scared him off when he disappears.

concerned even more, silver watches you welcome lilia back with a dreamy sigh. like... you actually recognize him as your lilia, and not the guy you were just... threatening to bite the curb.

this is absurd... I should just rest... silver sighs.

lilia only beams at the showering affection.

[seraqhites]

hi babydoll, i want you so bad. all to myself.

hm is that so? all for you to use and play with? awfully greedy aren’t you baby

[banyangulf-if]

PLAY THE DEMO | PATREON | KO-FI

"Feed on life as it feeds on you."

Answering a house sitting advertisement for a wealthy family friend, you make the journey to Southern Florida to fulfill a contract of seven weeks in exchange for enough money to float you comfortably through your final year of university. With keys to a mansion just a few hours from the beach and the promise of solitude under the Florida sun, you’re set for the summer of a lifetime – until you show up to the house and find out your employer is dead. 

Unbeknownst to you, something hidden in the mansion calls for your claim – something many are willing to kill to possess, regardless of if you are caught in the crossfire. Attempt to leave and live ignorantly, blissfully under a veil of paradise, or capture what riches live hidden in secret. 

Banyan Gulf by V. Lovisa @vlovisa

Customize yourself, the Main Character. Choose your name, appearance, gender, pronouns, and a variety of other factors throughout the story. 

Interact with and influence your relationship with a cast of five main romanceable characters and other side characters. 

Form alliances, or work on your own to uncover the secrets that await you. 

Decorate the room you stay in at your employer’s mansion. Choose wall color, bedding, decor, and special personalized elements to help you feel at home during your stay. 

Choose your attire for formal events and other select scenes. 

Determine your motivations – does money, fame, love, or something deeper drive you to find what lies hidden in the mansion? 

Luisa Morales (she/her) – Ambitious as she is brutally honest and determined, Luisa is an entrepreneur at heart. She aims to someday open her own tattoo shop, she’s been practicing tattooing since she turned 18. Her best friend Drew has become her practice canvas, since she’s run out of room for more work on her left arm and can’t tattoo left-handed. Luisa intends to make it big on her dreams, no matter the cost, and desires to create a sturdy and steady life for herself doing what she loves. She is 24 years old and 5’2. Luisa is Mexican, with brown eyes and long wavy hair that she has dyed dark cherry red.

Drew Robins (he/him OR she/her) – When they are not working at their family’s restaurant or deliberately annoying their best friend Luisa, Drew is a recreational hobby addict. From drawing to sports to drink mixing to mountain climbing, Drew has tried just about everything. They aspire to create a life where money isn’t a concern and they can pursue every one of their passions freely. Drew is 23 years old and 6’1. Male Drew has relatively short curly blond hair, and female Drew has long curly blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. Drew has pale blue eyes and is white.

Lorelei Wildes (she/her) – Once the most popular person in Banyan Gulf due to the extent of her family’s riches but now socially disgraced due to a family scandal, Lorelei is burnt out of the city. Her one aspiration now is to escape, buy herself a house so grand it’s a step short of a vacation resort close to the beach, and live in the most luxurious way possible. Lorelei is drawn to everything beautiful, everything restful, everything perfect. She is 24 years old and 5’8. Lorelei is white, with green eyes and light brown hair that almost reaches her waist.

Oscar Carter (he/him) – An aspiring screenwriter and film director, Oscar has his sights set on becoming the most renowned filmmaker in the world. It’s a sizable ambition, one many have told him is impossible, but through it all Oscar has remained a dreamer, an artist, and is making progress on his aspirations through directing music videos and short films. Oscar is 23 years old and 5’11. He is Black, with dark eyes and black locs that reach just below his collarbones.

Ronan/Ruby Hall (he/him OR she/her)– With their eccentric sense of humor and work as a chef and part-time graphic designer, Hall is known for their individuality and drive to live in their own way. In the back of their mind they hold the goal of being a full-time artist someday when they have the time and focus to give to creating. For now, they’re content to live in their own chaos. Hall is 25 years old and 5’9. They are mixed Thai and white, with light brown eyes and black hair (an overgrown mid fade for Ronan, and hair that reaches just below her collarbones for Ruby). 

POLY ROUTES:

Lorelei & Oscar – The love they once shared has faded, but is not yet lost. Only you might ignite what lies dormant between them, if you so wish. 

Luisa & Ruby/Ronan Hall – Their relationship could never feel complete without the warmth you bring to unite them.

Banyan Gulf is an interactive fiction game that is intended for mature audiences. The game includes many potentially upsetting themes, such as foul language, smoking, drinking and recreational drugs, general violence, weapons (knives, guns, etc), death, murder, suicide and suicidal ideation, cannibalism, gore, and optional romantic and/or sexual content. Please be mindful of these warnings when considering if Banyan Gulf is right for you. 

DEMO — BUY ME A COFFEE WHILE I WRITE — PATREON

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