a little introduction
okay, so, i thought i'd do a proper little author introduction, so without further ado, hi! my name is nyx, i go by they/them, and welcome to my if dev blog! thank you so much to all who followed, and i hope you'll enjoy the game as much as i enjoy writing it heheh :3
a bit more info on the state of stuff: i plan on having a rudimentary demo ready at least by the end of next month, aka july, so hopefully the prologue and chapter one will be out and about by then~
in the meantime, i also plan on posting a couple of sneak peeks, and perhaps character introductions (for each ro separately), so there's something to look forward to hehe
anyway, i'm super grateful for any and all support you send my way, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask, my inbox is always open~ 💕
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Ok, but what about Maddie not being able to take a sip of her coffee, because she’s freaking out about the ring she just found, thinking that maybe her true love wants to marry her, to the end of the episode where the woman finally got to have her cup of coffee after all the stress and anxiety laid themselves to rest, because not only does she now know he wants to marry her and she wants to marry him, but she also realizes what is about to happen with her an Chim and that makes her so calm.
And yes also because she wanted to show him the ring, but SHE FINALLY GOT HER COFFEE AND HAPPY ENDING ALRIGHT
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i was so curious about singular act i and ii being thought of as one project or two because i feel like we (carpenters) will say “oh i prefer act i” or “i prefer act ii.” even in polls i’ve seen, they are always separated. we talk about them separately but we also know that its basically one project that was split in half.
its so interesting :P does any of this make sense? in my head it does but reading it back i’m not sure LOL
oh i totally get what you're saying, this is so true, i mean hell if you ask me even I'LL tell you i prefer act i (though i also love act ii) but i think that's just a product of how it was packaged and fed to us yk?
like the way i rationalize it in my head is like ofc i know it was supposed to be the one project, but realistically, i truly cannot imagine swapping any songs from one half onto the other and then being released as that half if that makes sense? like i cant imagine act i and act ii being released with like in my bed swapped with sue me for example.
BUT when i shuffle my singular playlist (aptly named "singular: singular playlist) all the songs make sense as a whole together like i never feel like im getting whiplash in that sort of setting if that makes sense? because contextually with all 17 songs in one sitting there's variety without it feeling jarring, but act i and act ii breaks them down into what feels most similar with one another.
i have NO idea if anyone else thinks about this in this way like i do but that's my mindset i guess lol 💌
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proud to say that I have never once in my life figured out the whodunit in any crime story I've read or watched. I just let the facts and clues wash over me, absorbing absolutely none of it. I am the audience they think of when they throw in red herrings, in case you've ever wondered "who would fall for this obvious false lead". it's me. I am the idiot viewer/reader. not once has an obviously framed clue revealed anything to me. my head is completely empty when I consume these stories.
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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral
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nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.
he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.
snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.
"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."
"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"
"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."
"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."
your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.
you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"
"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.
this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"fuck..." he cusses lowly.
"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"
"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.
"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.
from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.
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