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[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[stormcried]

Hey so! I hope this isn't too much to ask for, but, if ya'll could check out my newest Undertale Fanfiction I've been doing a project on, that would be fantastic! I would love for more people to check it out! It's been something I've been working on really hard for the last 2-3 days now and noticed the views were kind of low ^^;

[kiisaes]

I'm literally ill

[bamsara]

Hey

is solar lunacy discontinued?

Nah I just stopped sharing the chapters publicly because people were being weirdly hostile about my update schedule, so rn the only people who's seen the updates is myself plus one other person. I'll prob continue to wait to share the writing tbh until I feel like its chilled out more

[raddestrose]

Xie Lian would make a great ao3 author, on the grounds of he’s been living through the author’s curse for 800 years

[yasmeensh]

Paleolithic Media Catalogue

Hello everyone :) Short story first: When I began brainstorming for my prehistoric story, I started wondering what other prehistoric fiction there is out there. I was not familiar with it and have not seen much. That's when I started my grand literature review and began a search for what fiction exist out there. I wanted to know what kinds of stories are being made with this time period. What are the common themes or recurring ideas (I found lots of humans and dinosaurs works. And time travel). Since I've had a growing collection on my computer, I decided I should keep on enlarging it and put it online. It's nowhere near complete. I'll slowly keep accumulating the collection as I find more. I only have fiction books and comics right now. I still need to work on the film section.

You can access the blog here!

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As for where I am in my reading, the one's I've finished reading are Earth's Children series (book 1-4. Dropped it afterwards lol. I made a post on with fanart) Dance of the Tiger and it's sequel Singletusk (They were good! I'll upload my review on the blog), and Sisters of the Wolf (It was ok!). I got my hands on The Inheritors and excited to start reading it. I REALLY want to read the Shiva trilogy, but I found no PDF online... and it's out of print :( There is certainly old copies on ebay. And I want to read Chronicles of Ancient Darkness. There seem to be lots of good books out there.

[slaingelo]

a quick cute green doodle for the lack of magical girl au'ing happening rn

[kyouka-supremacy]

Merry Christmas / happy holidays everyone! Here's the Anthologies 4-5 raws that I bought for my birthday and never shared for some reason. I hope someone can find them enjoyable!

[sunbudc]

he doesn't know how to play jenga

[ID: Two colored illustrations of Bartholomew Kuma and Jewelry Bonney from Shōnen Jump series One Piece by Eiichirō Oda. Bonney's appearance is based loosely on SBS Volume 64 when the author drew her and the other supernovas as children. The upper righthand drawing is in portrait form and depicts Kuma holding Bonney steady on his shoulder as she waves to passersby. The larger lowermost picture is of them playing Jenga; Bonney is popping out from under the fallen Jenga tower and is visibly upset at Kuma, implying that he had knocked it over and accidentally buried her. End ID]

[not-poignant]

Baldur’s Gate 3 - 25/? - Palmarosa - Astarion/Raphael

Title: Palmarosa Rating: Explicit Pairing: Astarion/Raphael Tags: (Check AO3 for the full list) Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Deals with a devil, Contracted sexual slavery, Bad BDSM etiquette, PTSD, Communication issues, Flashbacks, Trauma recovery and Retraumatisation, Dark and disturbing themes, Blood consumption, Minor character death, Canon typical violence, Dominance/submission, Top Raphael, Bottom Astarion etc.

Summary: (Set post-game / end-game) The love of Astarion’s life has disappeared to go live in the daylight with the druids, and Astarion is stuck in the darkness once more, yearning for sunlight with every fibre of his being, while bitterly reflecting on all the things that were denied to him in the end - love, sunlight, the option to kill thousands of people and become a near-god…

Raphael knows Astarion’s desperate, and comes to him with not one, but two horrid contract offers that Astarion loathes and dreads in equal measure - but the prize at the end of both are too good to turn down, and he’s become too cynical to care about how much of a good idea it is to give his body to a devil for a month or two, because really, comparatively, how bad could it be?

Palmarosa (Baldur’s Gate 3) - Raphael/Astarion - 25 - Myrrh and Teak Oil

In which Astarion steps between Raphael and Karran, certain that one is about to be killed. Later, Raphael punishes Astarion for disrespecting a condition of their contract.

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 21.5

im still on hiatus but this was for funsies...a break away from byakuya's pov for a moment hehe

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

this is just like wizard of oz if the wizard was junko enoshima. pay no attention to the girl behind the monitors....

featuring a special surprise guest!! :) (:

@digitaldollsworld (^^)//

Content warning tags: passing mention of surgery and blood

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“I am done.”

The voice behind her is dull and gravelly with lethargy, belonging to someone both young and aged. Junko Enoshima hadn’t heard the door open, but she’s hardly startled - she’d been expecting him, after all - and with a flourish, she leans back from the grid of monitors before her and shoves off the desk to spin her chair, knees tucked up to her chest. One, two, three clockwise spins later - a new record, nice - and she slows to a stop, angled perfectly to face the man before her.

And she smiles, as she notes the blue latex gloves still on his hands, the blood splattered up his arms to the rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt. “Aw, thanks Zuzu! You’re a treat,” She winks and blows an exaggerated kiss, to no reaction. Not even a half-raised hand to try and catch it. “Was it hard?”

Izuru Kamakura doesn’t respond at first. He’s wiping off the blood - still shiny and slightly wet - off of his pale arms with a stained handkerchief, his hair swaying like a dark curtain around him. “...Not particularly.” He replies in his usual monotone, as if the whole ordeal had been terribly boring to him. ‘Not particularly’ he said, as if the whole process hadn’t taken several weeks, with multiple surgeries - including one where he had left the operating table with his scrubs still on to find a better donor, because the one she had on hand just happened to not be a very good match. “If that is all, I will leave now.”

“Noo, come on! You just got here,” She complains, childishly, needling, despite knowing full well that he’d been here far longer than he originally intended already. Well, it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be, and all the action was here anyways.  “Don’t you wanna see how your precious juniors are doing?”

He doesn’t reply, but she knows he does. Otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered turning up in the first place, whether she requested his help or not; they’re just like each other, in that way. Reaching behind her, she grabs a remote, and points it at one of the monitors, and immediately its previous image of the empty second-floor hallway fizzes out, replaced with a replay of the day’s highlights, edited and cut by hers truly.

It opens with a theme song. A lovely little leitmotif that she composed, one for each of her dear classmates, this one full of violin and koto. A quick intro montage of photos they had taken throughout their high school careers, and then-

“No need.” He deadpans, interrupting the opening credits she’d bullied Ryota Mitarai into making. “I know what happened already.”

“Geez, but I made this special for you!” She whines, though there’s no real bite to it. She expected this outcome, so it wasn’t like she made her edits particularly interesting either. “Wish you’d play along a little. Come on.”

Instead of replying, he snaps off his gloves and flicks them and the towel into a nearby trash can without looking. He spins her chair to grab his jacket, pinned between her back and the seat, and tugs it so sharply it actually lifts her up a bit.

“Hey, that’s no way to treat a lady,” She sulks, tucking her skirt back down. “I was keeping it warm for you.”

Her only response is an impassioned glance, as he shakes the garment out with a sharp snap.

She watches him prepare to leave, rolling down his sleeves and smoothing out his shirt, pulling the jacket on with a practiced, mechanical grace. “Is it really that much better, being out there?” She grumbles. Outside was a wasteland, shattered remains, rot and destruction. The few people still alive were either on the edge of death, or insane with despair - either way, they’d fallen into a dull, predictable pattern. Starving, stealing, killing, dying, wailing. So much wailing. How strange it was that even these things became uninteresting after so long.

“They all behaved exactly how I expected.” He says, in an approximation for an explanation. He adjusts his cufflinks, thumb swiping over the polished brass. They’d been shaped like Hope’s Peak’s logo, but countless passing touches had nearly buffed out the enamel inlay - they were little more than tiny mirrors now, if she leaned forward and squinted she could almost see herself in them, check for stuff stuck in her teeth-

“Why did you not confront them after they discovered the AI?”

The question interrupts her train of thought, and she blinks, then grins, utterly delighted. “Why? Did I surprise you?”

He levels her with a look, a dark stare from those bloody, bloodshot eyes. “There are several reasons to possibly explain why you behaved this way.” He continues. “The most simple reason, you were distracted-”

“Nope. Glued to the cameras the whole time.”

“The most predictable reason, you wanted them to think they had a chance.”

“Hmm...mayy-be?” She pulls her legs up to sit criss-crossed in her chair, and rocks side to side, hands resting on her ankles as she thinks. “I mean, there are ten of them left. Would be a shame if they gave up already, right?”

“...And, based on your current interests. You thought it would make for a more interesting development. Especially in regards to Togami.”

She smiles, teeth splitting her face. “Congratulations, a hun-dred points to dear Mister Kamakura,”  She sings in an exaggerated falsetto, and claps her hands in mock applause. “I was thinking about it, but then he and Kyoko went and had that absolutely lovely little heart-to-heart in the hallway…how could I possibly interrupt my dearest friends?”

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes narrow slightly, the corners of his lips pulling into a thin line. A look that screams - or maybe just mutters, in his case - ‘what the hell are you talking about.’ “He smashed her hand in a door. She belittled him for his blindness.”

“Yeah, and? Don’t you know what foreplay is?” He doesn’t scoff, but the just-audible exhale he lets out is pretty close. “Oh, shush. Like you would know anything,” She sniffs. “But anyways, I definitely wasn’t expecting them to reach this stage already. I thought it’d take a few more years at least!” She lets loose a laugh, a sharp, bright sound that gets swallowed up by the dense, packed-foam soundproofing around them. “Letting them get away with Alter Ego was totally worth the show!”

He doesn’t look like he agrees, but then again, those old Hope’s Peak scientists hadn’t included ‘Ultimate Clear Emotion Conveying’ among his repertoire of talents, so maybe he was jumping for joy on the inside right now. “Togami’s blindness was an unexpected development,” He agrees. “But that is all. He hasn’t demonstrated any behavior that couldn’t be predicted.”

“You were pretty intrigued by him before though, weren’t you?” She’d had her suspicions from the start, when Byakuya’s first day after waking up was spent squinting and fidgeting with his glasses, but he couldn’t be called an Ultimate for nothing. If she didn’t know him as well as she did, she might’ve even been halfway fooled. 

And the best developments were the ones that hadn’t been planned beforehand. Watching him walk away from the A/V room without even playing his motive disc was such a fun twist that had her raising her brows, even as Mukuro had gotten all pissy, after all the work that she had put into capturing that old butler alive. Even better than that was his breakdowns, when Junko watched him fall into a sinking spiral in his room, muttering to himself and pacing before finally passing out. The difference between his usual hoity-toity self and his total helplessness made for an absolutely delectable kind of gap moe.

“I have no interest in him. Rather, the source of his blindness is what intrigues me.” Izuru corrects her bluntly. “It is unclear what might have caused it. He never displayed symptoms of it prior to the game’s beginning.”

And if she had to be really honest, she wasn’t sure either. “Who knows?” She shrugs. “Spontaneous genetic condition? Maybe he’ll wake up tomorrow morning and be totally bald?”

“The Togami family is obsessed with genetics. Sudden cataract development, or anything of that nature, would have weeded out long ago.” He rebuts. His eyes, a deep, ugly, unnatural red that could make Celeste jealous, fix on her for a moment, and then travel up to look at the monitors, pupils shrinking like a cat’s as they dart from screen to shining screen. “Could it have something to do with the memory wipe?”

“No way!” She snaps back to him immediately, almost affronted. “My process is totally perfect. Do you know how many people I tested it on?” Sure, she’d had plenty of lab rats get seizures, comas, go crazy or just straight-up die, but none of them went blind. “If you don’t believe me, you wanna try it yourself?”

Now that was an idea. Maybe if she could induce an artificial amnesia in Izuru, and completely make him forget how he became this way - gosh, but that could be interesting. An Ultimate Hope who didn’t know what his purpose was? Or, better yet, a Hajime Hinata who didn’t know what he really was?

She could almost drool over the idea of it. Seeing the man, the boy in front of her, twisted, despairing, and utterly ruined - how thrilling would that be?

“Do it to yourself.” Izuru replies sullenly, shattering her daydream in an instant, and she pouts. Spoilsport.

They fall into a comfortable sort of quiet for a moment, as Junko turns back to the screens. Without her sister around, she had to take the role of surveillance onto herself, and that was a 24/7 ordeal. But at least it was something to do, she supposed.

Byakuya was making his way to his room from the cafeteria, apparently completely oblivious to how Toko was stalking him from a few meters behind. Hina and Sakura were working off their post-trial grief through vigorous physical activity - swimming, because of course it would be - Celeste was being comforted by Hifumi, and Hiro was chasing after Mondo, who apparently had given up on trying to eat anything and was now meandering aimlessly through the halls, the dead look on his face evident even through some of the grainier footage. Makoto was wandering, probably trying to repair his broken heart by distracting himself with some good old-fashioned adventuring, or maybe Kyoko.

Waaaait a minute. She frowns suddenly, leaning in closer to scan each of the monitors in quick succession, starting from the camera feeds of the third floor, and working down. Wait a damn minute. There was a suspicious lack of pale, skulking figures in her peripherals - just where was her darling detective?

She feels a little thrill of a delicious dread run up her spine. She went through all this trouble to give Kyoko a full wipe - to clean out every last memory that might give the detective a clue to her own identity - and yet here she was, managing to crawl under Junko’s skin like a centipede, a stubborn parasite. There were only so many unsupervised places that Miss Headmaster’s Daughter could be hiding, and Junko couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face; she could always count on Kyoko to make things interesting.

“Hey, Zuzu. You wanna make a bet?” She hums to Izuru. No Kyoko, but Makoto’s pointed cowlick was coming into view on one of the stairway cameras leading into the second floor, soon accompanied by the rest of him. 

“On what?”

“Oh, anything. Which one of them will die next. If one of them will snap and start trying to kill the rest of them…” She rewinds through the camera recordings of the last hour, speeding through the frames until they’re all mere blurs of color and light. Her eyes dart, and spy the pale, round shape of Kyoko’s head, as she walks into the dark entryway of the second-floor boy’s bathroom, not even half-an-hour ago. “If they manage to figure out the details of Togami’s blindness.”

Another bet. Another meaningless wager on top of the hundreds, thousands, millions of other ones that she’s made and won, but this one might actually surprise her for once. She hopes it will.

“How pointless.” He sighs. But despite that, he hasn’t turned to leave yet. And actually, the fact that he responded at all meant that he was, even just a little bit, curious. “What would we wager? We have nothing of value, and nothing we value enough.” “Hmm, true…and it’s not like we care about either of our lives either.” She fast-forwards the cameras, and watches as Makoto looks left and right, nervous eyes casting up and down the hallway, before he enters the second floor boy’s bathroom. She needs to get moving now, if she was going to make sure her darling detective didn’t go and ruin the game too early, and she shoves aside some empty snack wrappers, the pieces of an unfinished puzzle, a book so dog-eared and worn it was on the brink of disintegrating, and Monokuma’s controller to grab the authentic luchador mask that was hanging off the edge of the table. “We got all the time we need to figure that out, after all. So in the meantime, how about you stick around and see how it goes?"

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[blueesnow]

(3/6) Kurosaki Ranmaru's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Ranmaru)

-Downtown- Haruka: (Um, I'm sure this is the place where Kurosaki-senpai and I promised to meet…) Ranmaru: You… Haruka: (Oh, there he is. What is he doing crouching down like that…?) Ranmaru: What is it, you keep meowing around. You're asking me to pet you? Can't be helped… come here. Haruka: (Oh, a cat…!) Ranmaru: This is the last time I'm going to pet you 'kay. I have a promise to take my kouhai to a concert later so I need to go… hm? Ranmaru: Whoa!? You, when did you even get here. Haruka: …Sorry to make you wait! I only arrived just now. Ranmaru: Wait, don't tell me you saw that? No, judging by your expression you've definitely seen it didn't you. Don't you dare tell this to anyone. Pretend you saw nothing. (choices) <I promised.> Haruka: Of course, I promised. But, um… Ranmaru: Why you, don't you laugh at me. Ranmaru: Also you too, stray cat. It's over so go back to your sleeping place already. <I'll never tell anyone!> Haruka: I'll never tell anyone! But… Kurosaki-senpai you really like cats huh. Ranmaru: Ha? I'm just doing this to kill some time. Ranmaru: This guy keep coming at me so I have no choice but to entertain them somehow (back to story) Ranmaru: Geez… Come on, let's go. You want to see this concert to learn more about rock didn't you? Haruka: Yes! Thank you for actually inviting me out to one of your friend's concert. Ranmaru: I also wanted to go there too, so might as well bring you along. Well since we're going now let's have a blast while we're at it.

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Ranmaru)

-Live House- Ranmaru: It's starting soon. Here's your ticket, put it on your wrist. Haruka: Thank you so much. First roll it all up…E-Eh? Ranmaru: What are you waiting for? You can't properly wrap it on your wrist? Ranmaru: Wait, that's wrong. If it's like that then it'll soon slip from your wrist. Give it to me, I'll put it on you. Ranmaru: …There you go. Whoa, sorry, I got way too close. Haruka: I-It's okay! Thank you for helping me out. Ranmaru: It finally start. Today is especially amazing. Haruka: Look at all the cheering...! You can feel the excitement within the crowd. Ranmaru: The moment when the heat is united and exploded, I can't get enough of it! Ranmaru: The performance and the cheering fuel each other on and raise the voltage of the venue. Ranmaru: Being close to the audience is good. Unlike being on a big stage*, this is one of the advantages performing in a live house. Haruka: (Kurosaki-senpai looks like he's having fun) Ranmaru: Since we came all the way here, let's go move to a place where we can get a better view. Ranmaru: It's crowded so be careful. …Looks like you're going to get stuck in the crowd if you went in. Ranmaru: Take a hold on my clothes or something, it'd be troublesome if you were to get lost. Don't get separated from me, okay.

*: Ranmaru mention 箱 here which means a box. Since we're talking about place, he probably means like a room (probably like a stage which I used in the translation. Idk if it's accurate or not but do correct me if I'm wrong)

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Ranmaru)

-Live House- Haruka: That was so amazing…! My heart still won't stop pounding. Ranmaru: It was definitely a mind-blowing concert. And the guitar arrangements for today was especially a solid one. Ranmaru: It's because of their unconventional performance that they managed to bring out a sense of their unity as a group. Haruka: Kurosaki-senpai too, you always change the way you sing during the day of your live performance and actively gets the crowd excited. Haruka: I can feel your feelings of wanting to make your fans happy, and each time you always look so dazzling. Ranmaru: It's only natural when thing getting fired up, right? Btw, I didn't know you've seen me that closely. Haruka: It's because I love Kurosaki-senpai's music. I've always learned a lot from you. Ranmaru: It's up to you on how you enjoy yourself during my performance. Do as you like. Haruka: Yes! Once again, thank you for bringing me to this amazing concert. Ranmaru: Did you properly do your homework? Haruka: Of course. I'll make sure to definitely repay you during our work later! Ranmaru: Ha! You finally became quite cocky now, aren't ya. Ranmaru: But don't think you know everything now after this. Rock is more than this. Ranmaru: The freedom and wide range of play will put your skills to the test. What makes rock interesting is the fact that it's not easy to tame. Ranmaru: If you ever want to see a concert again, just give me a call. I might bring you along if I ever feel like it.

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Ranmaru)

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Ranmaru)

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Ranmaru)

[desertduality]

New Ad Astra chapter tomorrow :)

[darkcandy-starfait]

Some quick thoughts on the current news letter!

According to Toby, chapters 3 and 4 combined are longer than chapters 1 and 2, which is ABSOLUTELY insane like we are getting SO MUCH in the future. And console ports... no wonder this is taking as long as it is!

(For good reason! Game design from what I've seen is a long process...)

Also! I'm very interested in the new game maker changes to the chapters, Toby said to keep an eye on the official twitter account for updates on that, I think i might have to replay the first two chapters just to see how it works. (I hope my laptop can run the new versions at least...)

There's some unique stuff happening and honestly even if we still have to wait I glad things are getting closer for the next chapters!

That's all I wanted to say. I leave you all with the cute and fun sprites from this newsletter!

[sagurus]

I'm excited we're getting more magic kaito but I also have this suspicion things are going to be introduced that I'm just going to. ignore. But also maybe not! Who knows!

[jichanxo]

sunday six already!?

tags: @four-white-trees @phantasy14 @passthroughtime @overdevelopedglasses @skysquid22

not much writing from me lately (i think the pendulum has swung the other way and i've been drawing a bit more), but i've poked a little bit more at sensei fic... here's more school club exposition lol, aside from that i've only made minor changes...

Much like the Dance Club, things had been picking up for the Robotics Club, who were preparing for their next skirmish in the RB Robot Rally. It was more common to see Itokura here than in the MRC clubroom because of that, and he liked to keep an eye on her. Though outwardly abrasive, she seemed to have settled into school again, or at least the clubs, and despite what she said, he thought she was going to stick around. Mystery was still her great love it seemed, but she liked being good at things, and didn’t want to leave Sakura-kun out to dry, programming alone, so she hung around here instead of the MRC. 

The MRC kept them both very busy, though funnily enough it was outside the club itself. Yagami’s previously clear phone calendar was now filled with reminders and dates for club deadlines and competitions. Amasawa just had a way with people he supposed, and his own natural curiosity hadn’t helped.