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[jmbringitonworld]

No-Bunny Compares To You

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

After "Stay" (both versions), I wasn't quite done expressing how much I adore my Horrorswapfell Papyrus, Rabbit, so here's one more attempt to show what a good boy he is. And this time, with help from my first Undertale love, classic Papyrus!

I confess, I'm not completely satisfied with this, but I don't want to stress myself out over what's meant to be a fun hobby, so I'm tossing this out there to be done with it and stop agonising over every little detail. Cute fluff should never stress anyone out!

@a-snowpoff I blame you for the puns. The terrible, terrible puns. Because they came from your ideas. You know the ones.

Pairing: Classic Papyrus x Reader x Horrorswapfell Papyrus (aka Rabbit)

Reader is left as ambiguous as possible

Words: 3,144

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As you push open the front door to the home you share with your two boyfriends, box of baked goods tucked safely under your arm, you’re immediately assailed by the smell of burnt pasta and a very loud and very annoyed voice, yelling in the distance. With a resigned sigh, you make your way to the kitchen, already anticipating the scene you know awaits you.

As expected, when you reach the source of the foul odour and angry yelling, you’re greeted by the, sadly familiar, sight of Papyrus using a fire extinguisher on a large, metal cooking pot on the stove, containing what you can only assume once used to be food of some kind, but is now burnt to a crisp and is steadily emitting thick, black smoke.

Papyrus himself is covered in soot from skull to phalanx, although bizarrely, the ‘kiss the cook’ apron you’d gotten him for his birthday is miraculously spotless. As the skeleton monster is putting out whatever fire he’d evidently started, his loud voice echoes throughout the room in an irritated, chastising tirade.

“-NO SELF-CONTROL! NO RESTRAINT! NO PATIENCE!” He then tosses his skull back to yell over his shoulder, “BUT I WON’T GIVE UP!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL TEACH YOU PROPER CHEF-ING MANNERS!! FOR YOUR (AND MY SPAGHETTI’S) OWN GOOD!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

You cast your eyes to the object of your boyfriend’s scolding to see your other lover, another version of Papyrus from an alternate universe, whom you’d nicknamed ‘Rabbit’, both for his affectionate, yet gluttonous nature, and for how fluffy his outfit is. Others might question how suitable a nickname it is for such a large and dangerous monster, but you think it’s at least better than the moniker ‘Rabid Beast’ that the other monsters of Rabbit’s original universe had given him.  

The other skeleton monster is sitting at a counter a safe distance away from the disaster, completely slumped forward over the smooth surface of the countertop, skull resting on his crossed arms. His face is set in an almighty pout, purple eyelights glaring at nothing, as he sulks like a child who’s been told off for bad behaviour.

Already able to guess what had transpired while you were gone, you can’t help the exasperated sigh you exhale, even as your lips tug up into a fond smile.

Immediately, two eerily similar skulls shoot up in your direction. Rabbit is the first to react, as his entire being brightens at your presence, his face lighting up with excitement. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of you, sweeping you off your feet and into the air in a powerful hug, purrs beginning to rumble in his rib cage.

You barely have time to process what's happened, before another pair of arms is thrown around the two of you, and Papyrus lifts both you and Rabbit into the air as well, with an exclamation of delight.

The laugh that escapes you is unrestrained and full of joy, even as you find it difficult to breath from within the confines of two strong pairs of arms. It feels good to receive such a warm and enthusiastic welcome from the two people you love most.

“Hi boys, I missed you.” You squirm in their hold as you try to give them both a kiss.

Rabbit’s purrs intensify and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter.

Papyrus lets out a jubilant laugh, accepting your kiss with a wide smile and returning it just as eagerly, before placing you and Rabbit back on the ground, although his arms remain around you.

“WELCOME HOME, BELOVED! WE MISSED YOU TOO!” Then his face falls a little, eye sockets narrowing in frustration and shoulders slumping. “I APPOLOGISE FOR THE SHAMEFUL MESS YOU WITNESSED IN THE KITCHEN. BEING THE THOUGHTFUL AND GENEROUS SKELETON I AM, I WAS TRYING TO TEACH MY LESS COOL SELF HOW TO COOK MY SPECIAL SPAGHETTI SURPRISE.” Crossing his arms, he turns an admonishing glare on Rabbit, who’s too engrossed in your presence to notice. “BUT HE KEPT DEVOURING THE INGREDIENTS WHILE I WASN’T LOOKING! AND WHILE I WAS EXPLAINING TO HIM THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS, THE PASTA CAUGHT FIRE!”

Papyrus stamps his foot angrily, which finally manages to tear Rabbit’s attention away from you. The latter monster quirks an unimpressed browbone at his alternate self and sticks his tongue out at him defiantly. Papyrus lets out an offended “NYEH!”, bristling like an angry cat. You can see him gearing up for another lecture, so you rush to intervene.

With decisive steps, you finally move out of Rabbit’s embrace, ignoring his small whine of protest, and place yourself in between your two boyfriends.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, don’t fight.” You offer them both a bright smile and reach into your pocket for a tissue, which you use to wipe away the last of the soot still lingering on Papyrus’s skull.

Both skeletons are instantly mollified. Rabbit lets out a huff and looks away, his hands drifting to your hips and tugging you closer to him. Papyrus leans down to allow you better access to his skull, all while gracing you with a truly dazzling smile.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH! WELL NATURALLY, MY LOOKS ARE AS IMPRESSIVE AS THE REST OF ME! AND YOU’RE RIGHT, I SHOULDN’T LET MY MORE... UNFORTUNATE SELF GET UNDER MY SKIN.”

You bite your lip to stifle your laugh at that last comment. Your heart swells with affection for your boys. You’re truly blessed to have them both in your life like this; you don’t know what you’d do without them. Although, there are times where you can’t help but wonder what they would do without you. A quick glance to the pot still continuously emanating dark fumes gives you your answer. Right, you think with a wry smile, burn down our kitchen, that’s what.

Meanwhile, Rabbit has taken notice of the box you’re still carrying and starts sniffing at it, bright violet eyelights glittering with interest. Unable to suppress your smile, you raise the box in front of your boyfriends, noting with relief that it has come out relatively unscathed from the manhandling you’d been subjected to.

“Hey guys, look what I got you!”

Two sets of eye sockets zero in on the item you’re presenting, indicating that you have their full attention. Feeling anticipation bubble in your gut, you open the lid with an excited “ta-da!”.

Inside the box are three golden loaves of bread, each shaped like a puppy, with short, stubby legs, round, twisted bun ears, and a spiral cinnamon tail.

You hold your breath, as the two skeleton monsters take in the sight of your adorable bread puppies, keen interest shining in their faces and awed sounds escaping their throats (along with a gushing "WOWIE!" from Papyrus). Rabbit looks particularly enthralled, his eye sockets wide, eyelights dilated and twinkling like the most brilliant of diamonds. You even spy drool beginning to leak out of the corner of his mouth.

When you’re satisfied that your boys have gotten a good look at your dough dogs, you clear your throat to capture their attention once more. Once you’re sure they’re focused on you, you give them your widest smile.

“These little cuties are called Fi-dough!”

Instantly the mood shifts dramatically. Rabbit’s face lights up, and the look he gives you is so full of awe and adoration, you can feel your cheeks flush and your heart flutter in your chest. Papyrus, on the contrary, rears back, an appalled expression on his skull.

“NOOOO!! BELOVED!! HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A TERRIBLE PUN?!?!?”

Papyrus sounds so disgusted, so betrayed, that you almost feel bad, if his reaction wasn’t so comically excessive. As it is, you can barely restrain yourself from bursting into laughter. Rabbit, however, doesn’t bother to hold back his own snickers. The sound spurs you on to tease Papyrus some more.

“Aw, c’mon Pap, don’t you like them? They’re all pure-bread puppies!”

Papyrus looks, if possible, even more aghast.

“HORRIBLE!! ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!! I FEEL NOTHING BUT PURE DREAD AT THE HEADACHE YOU’RE GIVING ME!!”

You can’t help the little chuckle that escapes you. The playful smile that’s plastered across your face widens, as mischief sparks in your soul.

“What, you’re not a fan of pup pastry?”

By this point, Rabbit is doubled over with laughter, holding his middle as his entire form shakes. Your heart warms at how loud the sound is, much louder than you're used to hearing from him. He’s still nowhere near as loud as Papyrus, though.

"I’M NOT A FAN OF YOUR DEPLORABLE SENSE OF HUMOUR!”

“But you’re smiling,” you point out, with no small amount of smug satisfaction.

And indeed, Papyrus is smiling, despite the put-upon air he’s affecting.

"I AM AND I HATE IT,” he lies, very unconvincingly. Your own smile softens at this.

“No you don’t. Admit it, you love my jokes.” You lean in close to him and bump his hip lightly with yours.

Papyrus crosses his arms and makes a show of turning his nasal bone up at you, all while his broad grin betrays his true feelings.

“I WILL ADMIT TO NOTHING! I DON’T FIND YOUR JOKES TO BE THE YEAST BIT HUMERUS!!”

That manages to wrench a surprised giggle out of you. Papyrus’s puns always manage to catch you off guard, and you can only stare up at your boyfriend in admiration.

“Pap you’re so cool!”

Papyrus puffs up with pride, as a light blush decorates his cheekbones.

“NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE I AM! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO RISE TO THE OCCASION!!”

As you dissolve into helpless laughter alongside Rabbit, you find yourself agreeing with Papyrus. He never fails to impress you. Despite his boisterous complaining about the pun-inspired food you frequently bring home, you know deep down that it was all for show. Papyrus loves puns just as much as his older brother and Rabbit do. He just refuses to admit it when confronted with that fact; it’s the one thing he still can’t bring himself to be honest about. You suspect it has something to do with his brother frequently practising his stand-up routine on him.

Regardless, never was his appreciation for mixing clever wordplay into cooking more apparent, than the time he’d painstakingly recreated a scene from a Spaghetti Western you’d all watched, entirely out of actual spaghetti. While the taste might have left much to be desired, no one could deny that it was truly a work of art. Even Rabbit had hesitated to eat it. Papyrus had been so proud of his literal Spaghetti Western dish. He’d ridden the high from your exuberant praise for weeks.

A tug at the box of bread pups you carry brings you out of your musings. Rabbit gazes down at you, a plea for the delicious baked goods you hold written all across his face. However, before you can give in to the skeleton monster’s unspoken request, Papyrus intervenes to voice his objections.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU CAN’T EAT NOW! IT’S ALMOST DINNER TIME! YOU’LL RUIN YOUR APPETITE!”

The disbelieving snort Rabbit gives him, coupled with his dismissive eye roll, make it abundantly clear what he thinks of his alternate self’s words. Your own thoughts aren’t much different in that regard. You know all too well that Rabbit’s appetite is insatiable; his stomach (or what passes for one in a skeleton monster) is bottomless, and may as well be a black hole for all the food he can consume.

Nevertheless, you’re unwilling to argue with Papyrus on this matter, knowing how strongly he feels about your family mealtime, so you shoot Rabbit an apologetic glance.

Realising that the odds aren’t in his favour, Rabbit resorts to using his special attack – his pleading stance, which he directs straight at you.

His eye sockets go round and wide, as do his eyelights, which start wobbling, their bright glow illuminating his sad, prominent pout, further accented by his golden fang. His posture, normally slouched, straightens slightly, taking on a pathetic, beseeching air as his shoulders hunch inwards. He brings his hands up in front of him, and they come together, fingers interlaced, in a begging gesture.

His puppy dog look brings to mind his namesake – an adorable, innocent bunny rabbit.

A complete lie, your brain reminds you, there is NOTHING innocent about this guy.

But it’s too late, you feel your resolve crumble in the face of your boyfriend’s imploring facade. The manipulative monster knows exactly how to tug at your heartstrings to get his way. And so, you can only turn your own entreating look on Papyrus.

“C’mon, Paps... Just one won’t hurt! You know how much food Rabbit can eat and not feel full.” When Papyrus still appears unconvinced by your words, you change tack. “Besides, if it’s your cooking, he’ll gobble it all up, no matter how much he’s eaten beforehand. Rabbit loves your cooking!” Not technically a lie – Rabbit loves ALL food, period. He would devour any meal put in front of him with the same boundless enthusiasm, regardless of quality. Or edibility. Rabbit remains quiet, staring at the both of you with a hopeful expression. Papyrus looks to be on the verge of giving in, so you launch one final, well-placed attack. “And I’ll help you in the kitchen! If the both of us work together, then I know there’s no way anyone could resist our culinary combo!”

That does it.

Papyrus fairly explodes with excitement, his whole countenance lighting up and his bones beginning to rattle faintly, as he beams at you.

“YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY, DAPSOLUTELY RIGHT!! WE ARE THE ULTIMATE DREAM TEAM IN OUR CUISINE!! NO MERE PASTRY POOCH CAN MEASURE UP TO OUR COMBINED CULINARY TALENTS!!” He points a finger at Rabbit, almost shoving the digit in the other monster’s face. “EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, MY NOT-AS-GREAT SELF! IF! YOU! DARE! BECAUSE YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SAY NO TO THE FOOD OF LOVE OUR WONDERFUL DATEMATE AND I WILL COOK UP WITH THE FLAMES OF PASSION!!”

At the mention of flames, you subtly twist your head to see if the pot on the stove is still smoking. It isn’t, thankfully. You vow to yourself to keep a sharp eye out while you and your boyfriend cook, to make sure that your ‘passion’ is the only thing burning in the kitchen from now on.

Rabbit looks downright giddy at being granted permission to eat his snack. However, before he can take one of the buns, Papyrus shoos the both of you out of the kitchen, loudly proclaiming that he needs to clean the place up and make it fit for his and your “cooking date”. You and Rabbit leave Papyrus to his cleaning, and make your way to the living room, where you take a seat next to each other on the couch.

The moment you offer your box to Rabbit, he darts a hand inside and snatches up one of the canine bread loaves. But rather than immediately shoving it into his watering mouth, as one might reasonably expect of him, Rabbit instead takes his phone out and starts snapping pictures of his ‘Fidough’, from various angles.

You’re unsurprised by his actions. Your quieter boyfriend has a habit of taking photos of things he deems precious enough to preserve. This includes you and Papyrus, his own older brother, small flowers growing in inhospitable places, and all the joke foods you bring home. On days when you can tell that he’s being especially haunted by memories of his dark and dismal past in his starving Underground, you catch Rabbit gazing at all the photos he’s saved on his phone or framed around the house. It only encourages you to make more good memories for him to cherish.

Once Rabbit is satisfied with the pictures he’s taken, he puts his phone away and brings the bread dog to his nasal bone. He closes his eye sockets and inhales deeply, seeming to savour the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread. And then, without warning, he opens his jaws and takes a huge bite, practically ripping the puppy’s head off.

You wince, giving the poor, decapitated pup a pitying glance. The sight is a little bit morbid, but you can’t look away from Rabbit’s blissful expression, as he chews on his snack, making cute, appreciative noises.

Noticing your stare, Rabbit pauses, and then proceeds to tear the dough dog’s tail off. He lifts it up to your lips, clearly intending to feed it to you, and you oblige him by opening your mouth. Rabbit slips the bread chunk in between your parted lips, and you close your mouth. As you chew, gentle sweetness floods your taste buds, the delicate cinnamon flavour making you release a faint moan of pleasure.

Rabbit’s fingers linger on your bottom lip, his thumb gently stroking the flesh. You almost let out another moan, when you feel his sharp claw graze your skin, the motion teetering on suggestive. At the almost predatory glint in your lover’s eyelights, you begin to wonder if Rabbit intends to take this any further.

But the call of tasty food is too enticing for him to resist. With one last heated look in your eyes, a promise of ‘tonight’ in his gaze, Rabbit returns to his baked treat, devouring little ‘Fidough’ with gusto.

Despite his enthusiasm, though, Rabbit still takes care not to get even a single crumb onto the tattered, purple scarf draped around his shoulders. His scarf used to belong to his older brother, before it was given to Rabbit both as a token of brotherly love and as a vow of protection, for the only family that version of Sans had left. The scarf is Rabbit’s greatest treasure, and he always takes great pains to keep it clean and safe. It never fails to warm your heart to know that, in spite of the harsh misery of Rabbit’s life in his Underground, his bond with his brother was his one bright light in that dark world.

As you gaze at Rabbit now, you feel warmth bloom in your chest at the sight of his peaceful, happy smile. You’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. You love your boyfriends, chaotic and demanding though they may be, and want nothing more than to give them the same joy they give you, each and every day.

It’s the work of a lifetime, you know, but one you’re more than willing to undertake. For starters, though, you’ll settle with going back to that bakery where you bought the ‘Fidoughs’, and purchasing the ‘ Croc-ssants’ you saw in the window. You can already picture your lovers’ reactions, and the thought brings an excited grin to your face.

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Fidough is based on the Pokémon of the same name from the Scarlet and Violet games, although the ones here are obviously not alive and are just bread buns. Very cute bread buns.

I'm so sorry for the awful puns. I have no excuse, I just suck at them :(

[socks-pawn]

Here the cute little fic <3

[pytas-poetry]

More poetry for you

A short one this time

I'm a Summers child

I sup on rays of dust suspended in oxygen and filtered through sunlight

My bones are simply vehicles for the green scent of life growing against all odds on a cliff face

The cold pulls the will to live out of me, away from me, like a sieve my pores turn to the gaping maw of winter as all the me-ness of me seeps out and freezes with the tulips buried under snow

[kateofthecanals]

This post just showed up on my FYP and I just… wow where do I even start?

Psst… you wanna know the first person to ever “woobify” Captain Hook?

SIR JAMES MATTHEW MUTHAFUCKIN BARRIE.

Tell me you never read the original novel without telling me… The narrator even refers to him as “not wholly unheroic” ffs. The story was NEVER a black-and-white Good versus Evil tale �� it’s about WENDY coming to terms with what she thinks she wants versus the reality of getting it.

“If you want to write a story where Peter is the villain” BITCH THIS KID KILLS OFF LOST BOYS WHEN THEY START GETTING TOO OLD AND BREATHES HEAVILY WHENEVER HE GETS PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE BELIEVES WITH EVERY BREATH AN ADULT DROPS DEAD. Is that your perfect little lily-white hero? Get a clue (and pick up a book).

And then the cherry on this shit sundae — saying “now that’s a Peter Pan movie” in reference to Hook. No, sweetie, Hook is Spielbergian fanfiction. Hook is so far removed from the themes and narrative of JMB’s original story it’s actually offensive. (Though I will grant you that it’s a better movie in general than that Disney live-action atrocity that just came out…)

You wanna see an ACTUAL “Peter Pan movie”? Universal’s 2003 live-action Peter Pan. Oh but OOPS that movie “woobifies” Hook too and makes Peter look less than perfectly unproblematic so you might wanna avert your delicate eyes and stick to Rufio… 🙄

[jakmirbrudny]

28.08.2022 writing update.

Currently working on "The right of Marzanna" (Morana), a short story following Ter, an Eyeshifter, going back from war with Magical Union, to his new home in a village deep in imperial forests. Once he gets there it becomes clear that his life there won't be easy. He decides to live according to his own will and everything seems fine until Marzanna comes into play.

I know I should be writing my novel, but I had a few weeks without working on it and now I need something satisfying and fresh to dive into that world again. Thanks to the story of Ter I'm also learning to see Eyeshifters from different perspectives, and using Slavic gods in a new exciting way.

I also had a few days working on my marketing strategy, got two dozens of TikTok materials to be published and now I can easily concentrate on writing. Stay and slay, JMB.

[jayhorsestar]

overlappin' layer, same day 21 feb., mom of JoAnne of London UK, dropped by JMB shop floor, and she left as i was raising my arm to guide her towards the EXIT, yet she fixed me w Jo(s) look for three seconds, and t'was early 2pm. 22 feb next day on THU, Belgium boy cousin of ET, who left for Sweden at 2014, dropped by JMB shop and boght a GAS filler can for tobacco firestarter, tsakmakia. so ET was aware, i was writing down of 'cara lately. i offered him two same cans from two different batches, for comparison, sort of try-on, both same weight, not filled to top. GAS for tobacco refill the can never fills more than half. Jo was Costa Allegra 2007, m - ps. Jo always wanted E.U. citizenship and E.U. Passport, ssly. and she never married into E.U. yet, a mix nationalities couple, so apparently she dropped by w mom at RO skirts, and perhaps 'logan aware, also HU wing aware, and mebbe ET aware, or 'wave himself. duncare, am not E.U. affairs focused hereinunder, btw. m

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[skyexrose]

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[hummingbird-games]

2021 In Review (Visual Novel Edition)

Okay!! 

So. 

I played a LOT of games this year, but for sake of relevance we’re gonna narrow it down to the VN games and demos I tried. I’m not a fan of bashing games I don’t like (with certain exceptions) so don’t expect those titles to make an appearance here. 

So, in making this list it got too long for my own liking so I decided to focus on the titles I REALLY love or think are noteworthy and should be on others’ radars...note how the list is still too long F R I C K. 

DEMOS

Trouble Comes Twice - there isn’t a day that passes where I WISH I could have supported the Kickstarter. I was drawn to this game because you can play as either twin, and then stayed for the great banter and interactions and art style.

Herotome - the superhero genre is one I’ll never get tired of so to see visual novels out in the wild??? I’ve been on cloud 9 ever since. (Also the dev is a GEM so maybe I’m biased, but let the record show that I fell in love before we became friends and moots so there!!)

An Everyday Love - I’ve talked about this game a lot and love any excuse to reblog content (click here or here or here)

Twin Coves - I actually am not the target demographic for Twin Peaks but the dark atmosphere and the promise of mystery drew me in.  And then I played the demo and was SOLD!! And then I did a happy dance because I got so support the kickstarter lol

After-Party Chemistry - !!!!!!! Don’t remember how the algorithm worked in my favor but one day I was looking for a high school game to play (to be inspired on my project and also because we just need more HS/teen stuff and I’m starved ALWAYS). This project is still very much a WIP but I love that it’s chemistry based (I sucked at this subject in school BTWs and this game reminded me while also being such a treat to play) 

The Radiants - Along with superhero games, I also have a love for magic. Also school based games....yeah there’s a theme here, thanks for noticing LOL. Another “demo made me fall even more in love with the game”

College Craze - Hey look! Another school theme game!! But it’s mature. No, like super mature, like Smut City with Plot and Character Customization lol. Dev is slowly trucking away at this project and it’s a joy to see it come along even if I’m late to the party. 

Dagonrompa: REVIVE - My sprite artist’s WIP so maybe I’m a little biased but that just means it’s totally worth your time to check out the demo!! Also I knew of  Danganropa and didn’t plan on seeking it out, but this fangame demo is my first ever interaction and I it was truly a good time. 

Band Camp Boyfriend - There’s a handful of demos I’m chomping at the bits to have a full game, and this is one of them! I was never a band geek in HS but was always curious about band kid culture (plus I am a high school content connoisseur *twirls mustache*) so I was destined to fall in love with this one. 

The Closet Door - This is another game that has the blood, sweat, and tears of a loving dev, who wants more representation in games, and I’m so happy I stumbled upon this WIP. It’s charming and the art style is SO so so lovely to stare at, and the main character is such a firecracker who doesn’t take shit and can be a little sharp and I ADORE her!! (JMB if you see this, I love you and I think you’re doing amazing, always!!) 

Fully Released & Played (at least 1 playthrough) 

War on Roses - I actually cannot stand love triangles, but I ALSO can’t stay away from fashion sims...or beautiful Black people in games...and also character customization??? Yeah um, this is one of my top faves whoops.

Magical Diaries Horse Hall - School + Magic YAAAAAAY. Wolf Hall is on my list next, but this series is super fun. It’s stats raising and romance and fun (or off the wall) events sprinkled through game play. This is probably the only series that made me consider just once writing a male protagonist. (Horse Hall, f!MC and Wolf Hall, m!MC by the way)

Our Life: Beginnings & Always - This game makes it on the list by a technicality because I devoured it Nov 2020 buuuut I’ve replayed it so many times this year and it was the simplicity and wholesomeness of this game that inspired me and Hummingbird Games that I had to add it.  

Blooming Panic - At the time of this post, there is a full and expanded version available for play and I haven’t done a replay, but I have romanced 3 of the guys and there aren’t enough words to explain why I love this game. If I could buy it I would have done it without hesitation, so for the content to be free really feels like I’ve won the lottery. Also, IRL I’m terrible when it comes to participation in Discord groups, and DMs are not too great--shoutout to everyone I still need to message back ahaha-- but the essence of this game is being on a discord server and it’s so. Much. Fun. (Quest is a gem, but nightowl was my first and by that logic still reigning champion in my heart) 

Raptor Boyfriend - First I’d like to apologize for judging this game by it’s cover. SECONDLY I’d like to stress that it shouldn’t have taken a sale for me to put this on my radar but I’m soooooo glad it worked out. It’s very 90s (my fave time period for content consumption and storytelling) all 3 love interests are quirky and loveable in their own ways, the telephone call feature is SO fun, and I just had a really great time with this game. 

Chess of Blades - This is not the list for boys love titles, BUT I will eventually make that post too. For now you will accept that this is pretty dang high on the list of faves this year. The voice acting is perfect, the art is exquisite, the love interests and their routes all bring something different to the table, and your choices have consequences!!! I hate that but I love it. Play this game. Cop it on sale if you have too. I love it, that is all. 

  Fully Released (& still on 1st playthrough)

Women of Xal - Being a baby dev on the scene + being Black with an intense love for VNs meant I was resigned to seeing white (and anime) faces more than anything else, as the MC and as the love interests. And then I saw art for WoX. Alllll the beautiful melaninated people. And then time went by and I fangirled and was rewarded for my efforts for seeing this project to completion (I wasn’t there at the veerrry beginning but it all worked out.) There’s soooo much content and treats and lore and just sheer amount of STUFF that I’ve put in X amount of hours and I still have more to go. And it’s super exciting.

(FINISH) Butterfly Soup (because I’m suffering from ‘I don’t want this to end’ syndrome, but I can’t have all these unfinished games in my life)

Do we share any favorites? Any titles you want to fight me on over my tastes? Let me know!! Or just scroll on 😂

- Gemini

[tuffmallowinteractive]

Update from the Battlefront 5/20/2021

I know I’ve been quiet on Tumblr, so I wanted to pop in with a status report and to let you that I am in fact still alive and still STILL STILL working on my projects. 

SO this is where I am in progress!

The Closet Door writing is still 2/3 finished. I’ve entered what I like to call “Editing Hell” with Arun and Octavius’ routes, but hopefully I can be done with that soon. The assets are all drawn, but I’m about 70% done coloring in all the CGs and mini CGs which are all that are left. The UI design overhaul is done- just getting ready to code all that in into the new build in Renpy- hopefully with cleaner and less glitchy code than before. 

It has truly been one delay after the other to get here. 

Dental work knocked me off my feet for a while, my car broke and I’m still underway getting that fixed, my tablet died on me and I had to get that replaced, raining in the house and at the time of this post, my fridge decided to give up the ghost. I mean things happen. But boy don’t they suck when they do. I’m still kicking though. Honestly, at this point, I think I’ve gone mad with determination! That’s okay- I will take on the universe if that’s what it takes.

Bring it universe! My pen is my soul! ...huh... I swear that sounds familiar....

Anyway, there’s also some other cool news going on!

The Indie Otome Reddit is up and running!

I’m so excited about this community! It’s compact right now, but still growing quicker than I anticipated! A lot of fans of the indie genre have expressed a need to discuss indie games with like fans and ask questions and have discussions about games they enjoy, follow and support. Devs in the indie otome group have discussed wanting to reach their audience in a welcome setting that is pro indie, as the indie community is very vast and sometimes it’s a wild ride narrowing your market down in such an already niche market. So it’s just so much fun to see fans and devs interreacting eagerly, and for myself I am excited to learn about so many titles and expand my library with fun and engaging otome (jmb is also an otome fangirl- didn’t you know?)

I do hope to see you around there as well as here! 

Well, like  I said, just popping in so you know I’m still standing after all this time...(sorry- Elton John on the mind right now) But seriously, I love you guys- don’t forget you keep me going, and as soon as I have the coolest of news, you know I’ll be right here sharing it with you!

~Always JmB

[jmbringitonworld]

A Blueberry Breakfast

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there.

I know I've already written something for the May prompt (Breakfast) by @frans-monthly, but I had another idea for it and, since I missed April's prompt, I decided to write both ideas, because why not? Horrortale is my favourite AU, and Blueberry is my favourite Sans, so I didn't want to pick between the two, especially when I don't have to. As such, have some Underswap fluff for the end of May! (seriously, this is nothing but pure, tooth-rotting, utterly self-indulgent fluff)

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A sunbeam had managed to slip through a gap in the curtains, to land on Frisk’s face, but it wasn’t that which had woken her up. Within her womb, her daughter gave another forceful kick, and the human woman groaned, pressing her face into her soft pillow. She was tired, always tired, during these final weeks of her pregnancy, and all she wanted was a few extra minutes of sleep, but her unborn baby was already proving to be as energetic and lively as her father. Moreover, the baby was pressing down on Frisk’s full bladder. With a resigned sigh, the mother-to-be dragged herself out of her warm, comfortable bed, to waddle awkwardly over to the adjoining bathroom.

Once she’d relieved herself, and splashed cold water onto her face to wash away any lingering drowsiness, she re-entered her bedroom to find her husband standing beside their bed, holding a tray laden with what could only be her breakfast. Sans had prepared her fluffy, blueberry pancakes, with caramel drizzle, a side bowl full of ripe, juicy-looking blueberries, and a tall glass of milk to wash it all down with.

Frisk’s stomach growled and Sans beamed at her, clearly proud to have enticed her appetite. She’d been craving blueberries throughout most of her pregnancy, and her ever thoughtful husband had been sure to include some in every meal, no matter what he made. It never failed to warm Frisk’s heart. She smiled gratefully at Sans, as she made her way to his side, giving him a soft peck to his cheekbone when she reached him.

“Thank you, love. But you didn’t need to bring it up here, I could’ve gone downstairs to have breakfast.”

Despite her words, she allowed her husband to help her back into bed without protest, letting Sans tuck the blankets snuggly around her lower body as she sat up, and prop up the pillows behind her aching back. With a relieved sigh, she sunk back into the pillows behind her, glad to be off of her perpetually sore feet again. Sans placed the breakfast tray on her lap, and smiled brightly at his wife.

“NONSENSE, SUNSHINE! YOU’RE CARRYING OUR PRECIOUS BABY IN YOUR BELLY! YOU SHOULD BE TAKING IT EASY! DOCTOR’S ORDERS!!” he insisted, his firm tone and words at odds with his broad smile and starry, blue eyelights. “HOW ARE YOU FEELING, FRISK? DOES YOUR BACK HURT? DO YOU WANT ME TO MASSAGE YOUR FEET AGAIN?? OR YOUR SHOULDERS??”

It did and she did, but Frisk only shook her head, assuring Sans that she was fine, thanks. Her husband was doing so much for her as it was; she didn’t want to add anymore to his plate. Sans frowned lightly at her, seeming to see through her lie, but decided to let it go. Picking up a fork, he cut off a chunk of blueberry pancake, speared it with his fork, and eagerly held it up in front of his wife’s mouth. Frisk rolled her eyes at him in mock exasperation, a fond smile tugging at her lips, before she obligingly parted them to accept the food, indulging her husband’s desire to feed her.

Gentle sweetness flooded her mouth as she chewed on her pancake, and she let out a soft, appreciative moan. Sans looked at her expectantly, practically buzzing with nervous excitement, as he awaited her verdict on his cooking. Frisk swallowed her mouthful of pancake, and gave Sans a sincere smile.

“It’s delicious, love, as usual,” she assured him, and Sans preened. “You’ve really become quite the master chef these past months. I’m so impressed with how much you’ve improved in such a short amount of time.”

Sans puffed out his rib cage, placing both of his hands on his hip bones, as he adopted a proud stance.

“MWEH HEH HEH!! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS ALWAYS VERY IMPRESSIVE! I MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN HOW LACKING MY CULINARY SKILLS WERE BEFORE, BUT! ONCE I REALISED THAT I HAD TO BE BETTER, I PUT ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IMPROVING MYSELF. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN’T DO FOR THE SAKE OF MY BELOVED WIFE AND DARLING DAUGHTER!!”

Frisk smiled warmly at him, her chest swelling with pride. When they’d found out Frisk was pregnant, her and Papyrus had reluctantly been forced to tell Sans the truth about how terrible his cooking actually was, for the baby’s sake. Sans had taken the news surprisingly well, and even though he’d been very upset at being lied to all these years, he’d chosen to focus instead on learning how to cook something that wouldn’t make his wife and unborn child sick. And he’d quickly succeeded, each dish turning out tastier than the last. Frisk made sure to praise his progress every chance she got.

Swallowing another bite of blueberry pancake, Frisk licked the caramel sauce from her lips and sighed in contentment.

“Thank you again, Blue,” she reached out a hand to wrap it around one of Sans’s, enjoying the feeling of cool, smooth bone against her skin, silently glad that he was wearing his gloves less and less often, ever since their daughter had started kicking and Sans had wanted to feel her movements more directly against his bones. “Not just for breakfast, but for everything you’ve been doing for me since I became pregnant. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to do much to help you around the house, but I promise that once the baby’s born, I’ll make it up to you.”

Sans’s smile fell a little at her words. He gave the hand he was holding a light squeeze, and tried to offer his wife a confident grin, even though his soul clenched painfully in his rib cage.

“THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT!” he shook his skull adamantly. “I’M HAPPY TO BE DOING THINGS FOR YOU! MORE THAN HAPPY! YOU AND OUR DAUGHTER ARE MY WHOLE WORLD, AND TAKING CARE OF YOU TWO IS MY GREATEST JOY! EVEN MORE THAN CRAFTING INGENIOUS PUZZLES, OR DEVISING CLEVER RIDDLES! SO PLEASE DON’T FEEL BAD FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO AS MUCH AS YOU USED TO, WHILE YOUR BODY IS WORKING SO HARD TO NURTURE AND GROW AND PROTECT OUR PRECIOUS BABYBONES. I DON’T MIND DOING MORE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU. FAR FROM IT! I WISH I COULD ALWAYS BE THIS HELPFUL TO YOU...”

Sans lifted Frisk’s hand to his mouth, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles, while giving her such a soft, tender look of adoration, it made Frisk’s heart skip a beat. Sans continued to gaze lovingly at his wife, as he nuzzled his skull into the palm of her hand, feeling both of their souls hum and pulse in sync.

“I’M REALLY GLAD YOU’RE FINALLY LETTING ME HELP YOU MORE,” he sighed gently into his wife’s hand, relishing the softness and warmth of her human skin, more than enamoured with her familiar touch. “I KNOW HOW INDEPENDENT YOU ARE, PRINCESS. AND I ADMIRE THAT! I REALLY DO! BUT I STILL CAN’T HELP WISHING YOU’D RELY ON ME A LITTLE MORE. I WANT TO BE MORE HELPFUL TO YOU. MORE USEFUL TO YOU. ALWAYS. EVEN AFTER OUR CHILD IS BORN. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH , SUNSHINE, AND NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN MAKING YOU SMILE.”

Frisk felt her heart melt, her eyes tearing up slightly, as her soul bond with Sans sang with his undying love and devotion. Filled with the deepest affection for her husband, she caressed his skull with the hand he still cradled to his cheekbone, and grabbed his other hand, bringing it to her mouth to press a tender kiss to each of his bony fingers, before placing his hand on her distended belly. The baby responded to her father’s presence with another few, well-placed kicks to his hand, and both expectant parents smiled, eyes and eyelights shining with joy, although Frisk couldn't supress a slight wince. Sans gently rubbed his wife’s baby bump, both to soothe Frisk’s discomfort, and to feel his unborn daughter moving, alive and healthy beneath his phalanges.

Frisk’s face lit up with the radiant smile Sans loved so much, and she entwined their fingers, her soul glowing with happiness.

“I love you too, Sans,” her soul bond thrummed with the truth of her words, as Sans’s heart-shaped eyelights twinkled brightly as they gazed at her. “And I do rely on you, more than you know. Not to help me with work or chores or anything like that. But to help me smile. No one can do that but you, no one can make me truly happy but you. So please, love, can you keep doing that, even after our baby is born?”

“MWEH HEH HEH...” Sans leaned down towards her, his smile wider than ever. “ABSOLUTELY! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOUR SANSATIONAL HUSBONE FOR SMILES, BREAKFAST AND JAPES (NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER)! AND EVEN WHEN OUR DAUGHTER, AND ANY OTHER BABYBONES WE MIGHT HAVE, IS WITH US, I’LL STILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO BE THE VERY BEST HUSBAND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! I PROMISE! MWEH HEH! HEH!!”

And Sans leaned down the rest of the way, to swallow his wife’s giggles as he sealed her lips in a deep kiss. Under their linked hands, their daughter kicked her approval of her parents’ love, while further away, Frisk’s blueberry-filled breakfast lay momentarily forgotten, as the couple lost themselves in their blissful kiss.

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With this, I've now written the entire Frans family making breakfast! Sans here, Frisk in the previous entry ("Breakfast for the Soul"), and their children in "Happy Mother's Day". It wasn't intentional, but I still think it's kinda neat ^^

I'm not sure what I'll work on next, because my muse is fickle and unpredictable, but I have a few ideas floating around in my brain, so I'm feeling pretty hopeful at the moment. I really do love writing Frans fluff, so I'm entirely unapologetic about this oneshot. I had fun writing this, and I hope you had fun reading it.

[socks-pawn]

I may or may not have written a soft fluffy morning RedScape fic <3

[pytas-poetry]

I miss the rain

Or better, i guess i miss the way it rained there

Fat heavy drops

Not like delicate tears on your skin but so full of water you could feel the individual impacts like your grandmother's hand patting you on the head

But just like grandmother's, not all rain was soft and kind, it also raged and thundered

Loud screaming into the night and the sound of those heavy blows on the roof like rocks from the heavens

To go out, to experience the storm was to feel whole and yet also wholly small

The rain is

Quiet, here

Tamed and angry in it's taming

Anger of futility

Anger of frustration

Maybe some others would call it gentle or kind or soft

But there just isn't enough of it to be those things

Not to me

To me it's just a drizzle, never more than a pattern of calm and too still even in it's movement

The last remnants of a still dying god killed long before it's time

The rain here is dead

And so

I miss the rain

[jenyml97-blog]

Como borrarte de mis pensamientos, si todos me llevan a ti. Aunque tú no estés aquí.

[cx-shhhh]

I absolutely love the way your write the gang’s friendship. Especially JMB’s friendship with R. It makes me sad when the Amis are just plain rude to R in fics. He deserves to be loved.

Oh man, if there’s one thing that must stay consistent in my fics, it’s that R gets ALL the love, be it from his friends or Enjolras… who is usually also his friend.

Grantaire is precious.