#MC IS ALL OF US LOSING HER SANITY

[hirayaea]

FIRST PULL AAAA

[little-emerald-snake]

Getting Caught pt 4 Finale - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I can’t believe you heathens have gobbles this little series up so frantically and kept enjoying every part I put out. I’m so grateful everyone likes it. That being said consider this a finale piece. I have so many branching ideas that I want to work on and therefore I feel I’ve written a good end for this little series. I hope you enjoy and thanks for hanging on for this little journey.

Warnings: a little fluff, losing virginity, awkward first time, mentions of blood, unprotected p-in-v, use of the word cervix (some of yall CANT get with that word so I added it here 😅)

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Ominis paced the Undercroft. His head had been an absolute mess since their last meeting. All his life he’d never wanted to have sex with anyone, the fear of producing an heir or subjecting a woman to his family being far too much for his sanity.

But now all he could think about was what she felt like inside, how badly he wanted to take her sweet, soft innocence and make her cry out in pleasure while wrapped around him. How badly he wanted to hold her in his arms and drown in her incredible scent.

He’d thought about sex but never this much in his entire life. His thoughts as he laid in bed awake trying to sleep was what her possible reaction would be, would she also want it? What would become of them if they went farther, could he protect her from his family if they decided to court?

His head lifted when he heard the whirring clocks, he straightened, clasping his hands behind his back and listening to each echoing boot step as she came closer. “Ominis. I got your owl…”

He held out his hand, causing her to stop. “C-can I say what I have to say?” After a beat of silence and a small yes he continued. “I-I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you. Maybe it’s because we’ve suddenly become rather intimate…but…I find myself feeling a strong desire for you. One that can’t be quenched while alone in my bed at night.”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the harsh hammering of his heart. “I…want to ask if you’d be open to courtship. I know my family is less than desirable to be associated with but I could keep it secret from them. We could just tell our close and trusted friends…or if you’re not okay with that maybe…it stays strictly physical and secret.”

He wished now more than ever to have sight, to see her face…her silence made his stomach tighten into harsh uncomfortable knots. But when she finally spoke he couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief. “Ominis…I…you want to become physical?”

His cheeks reddened, a stutter marring his speech. “W-well I…y-yes I suppose. I-I-I mean I’d love to court you first but I…can’t stop thinking of whatever we've been doing together. I-I want more, however you’ll give it to me.”

She stepped closer to him, with each step his heart crashed against his ribcage, threatened to burst from his chest. To his surprise the pounding of his heart was the furthest thing from his mind as her hand caressed his cheek and soft lips met his.

He stayed absolutely still till she pressed deeper into the kiss, then his hands were in her hair, pulling her close as their kiss deepened. It’s a slow and sensual kiss, no urgency behind it, just raw emotions.

When the kiss broke they were both red cheeked and breathless. He was still holding her close, afraid that if he let her go she may dissolve into thin air.

She caressed his cheek again and he could hear her smile. “Ominis…I’d love to be yours. W-we can figure out how to manage your family as we go but I want this, us.”

Ominis swept her up into his arms and she giggled happily. He kissed her again, still holding her in his arms, maneuvering them deeper into the Undercroft. He sank to his knees and laid her on the pile of blankets, breaking the kiss. “D-do you want to go further?”

A small yes had him diving forward, lips crashing against hers. This kiss was a hungry, burning, all consuming wildfire that had her clawing at his chest, pulling him down against her.

He hovered above her, one hand awkwardly coming up to paw at the front of her shirt. A wave of heat pooled in his groin, sparking to life the need he harbored for her. She hummed softly which he took as a good sign, groping a bit harder and seeking her nipple through the fabric.

She breathlessly took his hand, helping him slide it up under her shirt and their kiss was broken as he moaned just from the feeling of her chemise. He was rock hard against her thigh, grinding himself greedily against her.

He pinched her nipple a bit harder than intended, causing her to yelp. He looked up sheepishly, apologizing before abandoning her breast and sliding his hand down to her skirt, hiking it up around her waist.

He groaned as his fingers met her wet center, dipping in to collect her wetness before rolling over her clit. She sagged against the blankets, moaning needily as he picked up speed.

Her back arched and Ominis pushed himself up as best as he could, still rubbing her as he attempted to free his aching erection one handed. He paused to rub a flattened palm over himself, desperate to soothe the urgency.

Once he’d accomplished freeing himself he was pushing against her, awkwardly leaning over her while trying to line himself up between her legs.

She tensed and he stopped, going back to rolling her sensitive bud under the pads of his fingers. “No rush darling, it’s okay. Sorry for my eagerness.”

She clutched his shirt, lifting her hips to chase the feeling he was giving her. She was gasping and moaning, writhing beneath him and if he didn’t know better he’d think she was about to cum.

His suspicion was confirmed when he nudged against her entrance again and she wriggled her hips against him, he could feel her spasming even just pressed against her entrance. His eager fingers sped up on her clit as a sob caught in her throat.

He pushed past the thin barrier of her virginity, turning her blissful sounds into a sharp cry. His attention was divided between the blissful heat he was slowly shoving into and petting her hair gently while cooing encouragements. “S-such a good girl. Gods, you feel so tight.”

She whimpered, pulling him closer which was his only sign to keep pushing into her almost too tight heat. His control waned when he lifted his hand to feel her face and caught a wet tear sliding over her cheek.

He tried to pull out and she shook her head, tugging at his shirt. “D-don’t stop. M’fine…please.”

He didn’t stop, instead focusing on rubbing her sensitive nub while lurching his hips forward inside of her. His thrusts were jerky and untimed but he still felt her clench around him and heard her whimper in pleasure.

A sick satisfaction and sense of pride took over him when he smelled the tang of blood and felt the slickness of it coating him. He shoved all the way inside, feeling her clenched tightly while he pulled out and shoved back in.

A choked moan escaped her throat and she clung tighter to him. They rocked together, finding a rhythm where he pulled out and pushed back in. He was much longer than she’d imagined so he bottomed out every time, causing a gasp when his tip kissed her cervix.

His elbows were planted on either side of her head as he rut into her, hips moving faster and more fervently. He grunted and groaned till finally he stilled and spilled inside of her, filling her up.

Her cheeks were red as she laid beneath him, embarrassed and shy after feeling him absolutely unload inside of her. He panted, adjusting so he could hold her face. “M’fuck I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Don’t worry, won’t stop till you’re done too.”

She couldn’t believe he was still hard, his hand moved down to rub her clit again and his thrusts resumed, gentle and calculated. It wasn’t long before her moans and arching back indicated she was close. He felt her body language and soon she was clutching onto him, whimpering and begging. “G-gonna…m’gonna cum! Ominis!”

She did, clenching around him, she exploded in blissful orgasmic pleasure. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm as she whimpered and pleaded through her orgasm as it tore through her.

He held her, staying buried inside of her as he soothed her and caressed her. Petting her hair and praising her. “You’re so incredible. This is perfect. Gods I can’t believe your mine. All mine.”

She blushed, relaxing in his touch as he held her, basking in his warmth and soothing touch, taking in the fact that this all started with her catching him in the act down in this exact spot.

[valkyriesaga-if]

Built a few years after the Collapse, the city of Yggdrasil was meant to be a haven, a refuge. A utopia, where everyone could find their place and be equals.

But that’s the thing with utopias and ideals; they don’t last very long.

Yggdrasil was barely 20 years old when the Magi Council rose above their human brethren, firmly splitting society in two: the magi on one side, who wield privilege like a sword, and the humans on the other, whose only privilege was to stay alive and quiet.

After all, how can you deny Magi what they want, when they are the only thing protecting you from what’s outside the walls?

You’ve been living in the Helheim district for almost as long as you can remember, raised amongst crooks, conmen and criminals all your life. While this hardly seems like ideal conditions to raise a child, it was better than having the Council find out your secret. Helheim was the best place for secrets. You knew it, your mother knew it, everyone in Yggdrasil knew it.

You’re an undeclared Magi. In a city where showing the barest hint of magic can get a child taken away from their parents and chain them forever to the Council of Magi, raising a child under the watching eyes of kingpins, thieves and prostitutes was a shield, an armor. The best protection love could offer.

Every day, you live on the edge of the razor. One wrong move and your life could be upended entirely. But when your mother is on the verge of losing her house, her business, her entire life to Greed, you can’t just sit there and watch it happen.

Being hired to steal the Eyes of The Watcher, the most precious gems in all of Yggdrasil, located right in the heart of the Council Chamber, didn’t seem like such a bad idea, at the time.

Genre

Post apocalyptic, urban fantasy, heist

Content Warning

The story will be 18+ for violence, potential sexual themes, explicit content and gore.

Fully customizable MC: name, gender identity, sexuality, appearance, personality and demeanor

Interact with a varied cast of NPCs

Shape your relationships with your fellow gang members, from lovers to platonic besties, all the while keeping in mind that they are all criminals and liars, just like you.

Experience the Nightmares™

Engage in highly illegal, highly dangerous activities, and maybe some light rebellion and overthrow of authority on the side

Polish your skills such as stealth, combat or knowledge, and discover more about your magic

Spend some time in the luxurious streets of Asgard and other delightful places such as a Helheim fighting ring, the city sewers or a defunct meat factory

Hallucinate?

Pet the cat

The selfish mercenary - Lònan [M, he/him]

Money is the only thing that matters to Lònan. He has made that very clear since the beginning. Obviously, he doesn’t seem to care that much about his own life, otherwise he would have found another way to make a fortune. One that doesn’t involve going into the heart of the enemy territory to steal the most valuable and well guarded artifact in town, for example. Just a thought.

The disgraced Magi - Yugō [M, he/him]

Magi have virtually everything they might want. Money, luxury, and an unending hoard of lackeys to cater to their every need. So you can’t help but wonder what might lead one of them to hide amongst the rats in the dark alleys of Helheim, and Yugo is not inclined to answer your questions.

The unwelcome guest - Halloran [M, he/him]

No one really knows who Halloran is or what he wants, but he seems to keep inviting himself in your dreams, taking great pleasure in playing with you and your sanity. Only he is a cat playing with a mouse, and you can only hope that he won’t eat you whole.

The estranged friend - Mavis [F, she/her]

Back in the time you lived in Midgard West, you and Mavis used to be friends, practically joined by the hip. While she remained as kind and gentle as you remember her, there is a hard edge to her eyes that wasn’t there before.

The mysterious outsider - Koyal [F, she/her]

A courier from outside of town, you’re not sure why she joined your ragtag group of criminals. Calm and quiet, she mostly keeps to herself, but you can’t help but feel her watchful gaze on you every time you have your back turned.

The disembodied voice - Morgane [F, she/her]

You’ve never met her in person, your only contacts with her being over the phone, as she gives instructions to you and the rest of the group. She seems to be the only one in direct relation with the person who hired you for some trivial B&E in the most secure facility in Yggdrasil.

Lònan/Yugō and Koyal/Halloran are potential poly routes.

TBA

This is my first IF and English is not my first language, so feel free to send any constructive criticisms and corrections my way.

This is very early development, so many things are subject to change as i work on the story

Asks are welcome and reblogs appreciated!

[llamagoddessofficial]

And how do AU prison boys act with pregnant MC?

I'm assuming you mean the Nurse Mc au, but I'd be happy to do this one again with prisoner Mc <3

Sans: He's worried. About her, sure, he doesn’t like that she’s pregnant and still working in the prison. But he’s also worried about him... namely, the fact that he’s starting to get a lot more emotional than he’s accustomed to. 

Mc’s presence already flustered him, shaking his control over himself and turning him into (from his perspective) a total mess. But a pregnant Mc? Paternal instinct is suddenly throwing reactions at him faster than he can catch them. His claws and smile are clenching when she gets visibly upset recounting how people have just randomly touched her belly without permission, anger is flickering in his eyelights when other staff go too near her. She lets him touch her stomach and he feels the tiny Soul inside her and he audibly purrs- he’s a fucking mess. He feels like any control he once had over himself is slipping through his phalanges.

He even not-so-subtly hints that if she wants a break from work, she should just let him know and he’ll have a ‘medical emergency’ only she can solve. He’s revealing his lies to someone- he’s falling to fucking pieces.

Red: ... Red’s learning things about himself. He had no idea that was a kink he had, for starters.

... But... he’s also learning that he’s got a lot of very soft, very domestic wants and feelings bundled up in that battered & bruised Soul of his. Domesticity never really appealed to him before, it seemed so boring compared to a life filled with danger, drugs, sex and power... and yet, suddenly, he’s awake at night in his cell imagining the kind of house the three of them could live in together once he’s out. He’s startling himself out of a daydream at lunch and realising he was thinking of baby names. He’s having very nice dreams where he’s using his magic to handle all the chores while she naps on the couch, tired after a long day of caring for a fussy baby.

No one would dare fuck around with ‘Red’s nurse’ anyway. But now it’s pretty much prison law that, unless you don’t mind losing your arms, you don’t even look at her funny. 

Skull: Everyone thought Skull finding out Mc is pregnant would be a disaster. What kind of kidnapping is he going to try and launch? What restraints are going to hold him? He reacts badly enough when she’s on her period, what kind of fit is he going to have now? They’re prepared for the worst. Even Mc is nervous.

... But on the complete contrary, Skull is delighted. He probably knew before she did; he’s extremely keyed into her scent, and likely immediately picked up on the change in her hormones. Skull gets more and more lucid, better behaved, he starts dealing with her absences with far more stability. He’s stringing together more sentences, he’s never been doing better. 

And... it’s because his dream is to be a father. He’s always wanted nothing more than a mate and children. He wants to be the best dad ever. What kind of example is he setting his future kid if he’s giving into his violent urges and brutalising staff? How can he be a helpful, providing mate to Mc if he’s strapped to a gurney because he bit someone again? How can he read his baby bedtime stories if he can’t hold his sanity long enough to finish a sentence?

He’s going to be a good dad. The best. No one will stop him- not even himself.

[inventedsanity]

So,there is some songs that could fit rahsta from remarried empress. Sadly,there are only 4 actually. One is undo,again circles and abnormality dancing girl. Here are the songs.

https://youtu.be/h77E8pL0f-M?si=x5YkJiJm3aVB40P_

https://youtu.be/tFM2WAaZmwo?si=kDPf9mT_d8vNuVyu

https://youtu.be/vZMuPb4U-AE?si=SVJsDZvnCpD-G06b

https://youtu.be/YJ0XG4a2sHs?si=_9MGdDnfJLh9WGFH

oo i can see the rashtaness in the songs, personally my music taste is basically any gacha song so i always thought that the labour song by paris paloma kinda fit her character? especially for the lyric "for somebody I thought was my saviour" because i always think that is what resonates with rashta when she thinks of soveishu or duke ergi but heavy on duke ergi. "you make me do too much labour" it can be used to as reference to how she was manipulated by the men around her for their own wants. "24-7, baby machine" do i need to explain "if our love died, would that be the worst thing?" this is definetely something that resonates with rashta and soveishu's relationship, it's not romantic love but the soveishu need for an emotional bond with someone. i always thought this song is like so perfect for rashta but i have not seen people talk that much about it

also in again the one you recommened, "every day is a fight for my life" lyric is literally her entire character arc. like from day one, my girl has been fighting to just live in peace. i feel like again song is a perfect song for the arc in which she lost herself and purpose, like shes losing her sanity which is the current arc in the webtoon. same can go for circles, definetely feels like its singing about her just walking through this path that is bringing her nothing but dispair and tragedy. abnormality girl, is also similar reference to this character arc. like all the songs which you recommended feels like so rashta cause they share a similarity in which MC slowy loses their self into insanity and rashta is going through that as she trying desperately to keep the empress position as thats the only thing that brings her power at the point. shes literally losing everything one by one :(

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

this isn't about natsu on his own but more of a natsu and lucy theory (or hc(?? since ik it won't be true) and the importance of their relationship and status as -both- mcs had mashima done things with a little more thought

basically it roots from anna's 400 year plan and the reason she decided to send the kids to that specific time to kill acnologia and it was because lucy is alive in this time

I don't believe for a second that anna was "the most powerful celestial wizard to ever have existed", not with lucy in the picture -and having seen literally not a single instance of anna using her powers- my hc starts with anna seeing through the eclipse gate and discovering one of her ascenders will hold an inmense ammount of power and unique relationship with the celestial keys when she grows up and that's when she makes up her mind, she will send the kids to a timeline where her most powerful family/clan(? member will be alive and be able to help them

and now onto the natsu part sorry this is getting long ndhsjf

I think zeref creating natsu was ultimately what made him lose his final straws of sanity tho I can't remember if this was canonically implied

but I also think he was sane enough to realize making so many demons as tests to revive natsu made him completely unable to raise his brother and in his last moment of conciousness he decided that anna and the dragons were far better options, even if it meant natsu was deliberately being used as a war pawn, so he used whatever remained of his power to make natsu more powerful to be able to survive this war and hopefully being able to kill him as his way for atoning for not being the brother natsu deserved to have

and there you have it, pretty much natsu and lucy's relationship was threaded by fate and the plan was for the dragons slayers to kill acnologia under the support of the actual most powerful celestial wizard that has existed or will ever exist

you can think of little moments under this pretext, like why was lucy's father set up on bringing his daughter back after finding out she's part of fairy tail, or how natsu and lucy together was the catalyst a handful of characters needed to surpass their traumas

idk I like them both a lot be it platonically or romantically, mashima could've expanded their relationship so much more 🤧 but anyways hope you liked my derrangedness

I know u sayin a lot right now but i have to let u know in the midst of your paragraphs i zoomed tf in on this point specifically

Cause i sorta wrote a whole ass essay some time ago bout that and it activated my neurons.

Anyways! Onto your actual ask!

Honestly we share a pretty similarish school of thought on the situation there as a whole. With regards to how the heartfilia's got thrown into the mix (and Anna. I have, mixed thoughts on how she was used in the final arc and just her being there in the present the whole time. Home girl would've been a much more interesting character if her role stayed in the past and her connection to the dragons expanded on but! Gettin off track!)

I think the only part here where we may differ majorly is around where you said this-

but I also think he was sane enough to realize making so many demons as tests to revive natsu made him completely unable to raise his brother and in his last moment of conciousness he decided that anna and the dragons were far better options

It's just in my head I always found it so hard to wrap my head around the idea of Zeref doin all that to just give away Natsu. It always felt so hard to believe that mans literally undid the fabric of death to give away his hard work.

(Note this is not a jab at you for using it! It's just me disliking it in canon lol, I personally don't like using that reasoning. Plus with my mental characterization of Zeref he doesn't feel like the type to atone or fix his wrongs to me so can't really see him doing certain things willingly. Forgive me i'm sittin on a whole ass different characterizations and plot beats that im holdin onto for the thing i'm writing that i dont wanna rlly let loose yet)

But like, you're right! Natsu n Lucy work as a neat package deal of MCs! Two weirdos! Blah blah the demon and the star child, blah blah the writer and the guy who's a book. Daddy issues but in opposite directions! It's fun that they're linked with each other! Wish it was used more :)

[lorkai]

Lilith headcanons

A/N: I'm a simple person, really. I was just sitting there in my room writing my AU and getting ready to finally post it as I was a few weeks late due to exams, except tumblr ate half the chapter. So I decided to write this headcanon instead of writing 3K again :)

Lilith was one of the dearest angels and well loved by everyone in the Celestial Realm, when she was very young she spent her days helping those who needed her help, assisting with all kinds of tasks no matter how difficult they were. She was the kind of sweet girl who went out of her way to make everyone happy and smile even if it made her unhappy - in parallel her descendants have the same ability no matter how small they have that one person they would do anything to take care of.

   Despite her sweet and innocent side, Lilith obviously had a scary, hard side that mostly manifested when she was angry. Sarcastic and dry, the angel is prone to saying things that hurt those around her when enraged, it's an explosive rage that leaves her shaking, the words simply slip from her lips before she can repair the damage she's done. But she's not as proud as her older brother, so she can easily apologize.

If I had to choose one of the avatars to associate with her, it would be wrath for the reasons mentioned above and I imagine that Satan and her would be best friends if given the chance to get to know each other. And also because a strong girl like her has to be patient enough to deal with her seven older brothers' bullshit without losing her sanity.

Necromancer AU! Lilith is simply a pioneer in magic. All sorts of magic had their roots through her, when she was still an angel and later when she was human, and she taught each of these spells to her most notable descendant, Mc. Her motherly tone and her affection for her descendants made Lilith seek to guide each of them to success and happiness, that she train them because of the angelic powers that ran in their blood until she found you, Mc.

While she would normally show you indirectly how to use your powers, Lilith felt you were one hell of a sheep with a high propensity for getting into trouble so she stuck with you more than she should have. She has grown fond of you as she has grown fond of every descendant she has come into contact with, and it's a good thing she stuck by you because there were a lot of problems you wouldn't be able to solve on your own.

Also, very unlike the other spirits, she doesn't have a reason to still be close to the world of the living. She knows that despite the pain, her brothers are safe and sound as are their descendants. But there's something extremely appealing about seeing the human world she's always loved keep progressing, keep blossoming into a better and fairer world, and besides, since she took you on as an apprentice, no day has been dull like before. You've always been a magnet for problems, some of them fun and some more serious than you could understand at that age.

[omkookie]

⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 15+ Spoilers for Rio's real name & brothers, Dark thoughts, murderous intent, mention of poisoning, forced kiss, Violence, Rio is quickly going insane | F!MC |

Watching MC wander across the ballroom, greeting the guests, Rio feels disheartened as he observes her. He's failed. He's failed once again to protect something precious to him, someone precious to him, MC. Once again, his brother has stolen someone precious to him, his Belle.

His beloved MC has fallen in love with someone who only uses her as a means to an end.

Rio's gaze fixed solely on his older brother who slithered across the ballroom like a snake, chatting up every nobleman or noblewoman along the way.

He hated him, he hated everything about him. he wishes he was dead, he wishes he had killed Emidio when he had the opportunity to do so. he SHOULD have killed Emidio. if he had done that then he wouldn't have felt the way he feels now, he wouldn't have lost MC and he would have had his happily ever after with her.

Rio didn't lose his life to Emidio the last time the two fought, but subjectively he feels like he has lost his life to him, MC was his life. she was his reason to live. she saved him, she encouraged and supported him, she took care of him, she made him want to live.

feeling suffocated, Rio loosened his shirt's collar and inhaled a deep breath, trying to compose himself. the best he could do right now is plaster a fake smile across his face, a smile good enough to fool everyone around him and gain supporters as he plans a way to steal MC away from his older brother. If only MC had fallen in love with Silvio or one of the rhodolite princes, things would have been way better for Rio. he would have been able to breathe without feeling suffocated. But she fell in love with Emidio.

Rio feels mad- he's slowly losing his sanity, he's ready to throw any coherent thought away right now, and he can't stand to look at either MC or Emidio. All he can think of is wrapping his hands around the latter's neck and strangling him to death.

As if sensing the sudden dark change of atmosphere around Rio, Silvio roughly patted his head.

"Don't look so mad, it's a weird expression on you and people are watching." Silvio told him

Rio tensed up, people were indeed watching him with curiosity. Rio chuckled darkly to himself, "If the woman you loved more than anything, more than the world, more than life itself was in the arms of your biggest enemy how would you look?" he inquired. Silvio didn't reply, he only looked at MC before clicking his tongue in irritation.

Rio smiled at his oldest brother's silence then looked back at Emidio.

He dared to leave MC alone to wander around, Rio would have never left her alone.

Emidio didn't deserve her, and he never will. Rio will take his MC back sooner or later and he will get rid of Emidio, He vows to himself that he will. This time he won't let Emidio getaway.

The next day.

Early morning Rio is standing before MC's door, a tray with her favorite sweets and tea in hand. he's going to try and convince her to leave Emidio. if she doesn't... then so be it, he will try again tomorrow. inhaling a sharp breath, Rio knocks on MC's door and greets her with a big smile, "Good morning MC! you look as lovely and breathing as usual today!" MC tensed up as she saw the forced smile on Rio but did her best to smile and greet him in return.

When did things get so awkward between us? Rio wonders as he pours MC her tea. the distance between them feels like it's increasing day by day and it's crushing him. ever since Emidio returned, MC has been putting distance between her and Rio. why couldn't things just be like old times? MC used to smile and look at him lovingly, but now she's looking at him tense and wary.

it's not him she should be looking like this at... it's Emidio.

Everything is Emidio's fault.

"Listen, Rio," MC started, snapping Rio out of his thoughts, "If you're going to talk to me again about leaving Emidio, just know that's not going to happen. I love him and I choose to stay with him and help him change" She declared.

Love?

She loved him.

Rio can feel his smile crumbling away at her words, how could she love him? Emidio was a cruel cold-hearted monster, a psychopath just like his mother.

Rio stands up and grabs MC by the shoulders "What exactly do you love about him?" he questions her, "Can't you see he's only using you? he doesn't love you MC." A cold sweat runs down MC's back, the person standing in front of her isn't Rio. the person before her is a beast.

All MC can do is look into Rio's cold gaze and carefully think of what she can say next. "Rio-" She started but was cut off by him placing his hand behind her head and forcefully pulling her towards him, pressing her lips against his in a kiss.

MC slaps Rio and pulls back, pushing against his shoulders. Rio only smiles bitterly at her "Didn't you love me too?' he asks her. "Leave!" MC tells him, disgusted by what he's just done. Rio only strides towards her, forcefully grabbing her shoulders and slamming her against the wall. "Didn't you say that you love me?! Didn't you swear to me that we'll always be together no matter what?!" Rio's voice is hoarse and full of malice and hurt.

"Rio you're hurting me!" MC manages to yell at him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. And the door to her room is suddenly kicked open

"The hell are you doing?!" Silvio yells as he rushes into the room and grabs his brother "Let her go you idiot, have you lost your damned mind?!" Silvio's brows furrowed as he pulled Rio away from MC. "Stay out of this," Rio warned him. "Stupid, you're doing dumb things, I'm not just going to ignore that you're hurting the woman. " Silvio retorted.

MC was the goodwill ambassador from rhodolite, if anything were to happen to her here it would turn sour the relationship between Benitoite and Rhodolite. and besides, what was the damned dog doing?! out of all people, Silvio would have never expected HIM to hurt MC.

Rio glared at Silvio like a madman before leaving without saying a word.

Once Rio had left, MC sits down on the bed and bursts into tears. Feeling awkward, Silvio ruffles her hair roughly. "I'll keep Valerio away from you if you'd like." Silvio offers.

Now might not be the appropriate time to let her know he came here to tell her Emidio has been poisoned quite badly and is being looked after by all the palace doctors but he'll have to break the news to her eventually...

there's one thing Silvio is convinced about now- Valerio has poisoned Emidio and lost his mind. he'll have to keep MC away from him at all times, Emidio too.

[shepherds-of-haven]

If the ROs were in the Orpheus/Eurydice situation, would they turn back to look or keep going?

Blade: He’d make it out, but only just--by the skin of his teeth. And it would be torture. He’s not a man of faith—especially faith in the word of others—but he’ll do anything for love, even if it means risking everything.

Trouble: He’d look back in the last moment—whether by not thinking of it, or out of relief, or something—and lose them. But he’d fight God (or die trying) to get them back, and would never accept any other outcome than pulling them from the jaws of Hael itself.

Tallys: She’d make it out, but she’d be praying to every god, deity, and spirit (even the ones she doesn’t believe in) to see her through it, and she’d be holding their hand all the way. The path would be marked by her silent, determined tears. 

Shery: I think she might look back, out of fear or uncertainty, though there’s also a chance that she wouldn’t, being someone with a devout sense of faith and hope in the goodness of the world (an unshakeable belief that she’ll be rewarded for doing what she’s told). So I think it would be 50/50!

Riel: He would look back. He’s a skeptic, and he doesn’t trust the world or God or the logic of the universe or anyone, not least when it comes to the love of his life. And afterward, he would burn the world down to get him back.

Chase: I think he has the willpower and self-control to not look back, but the inherent mistrust and “fuck you I don’t listen to anyone” subconscious defiance to look back anyway? I think, if he could hold MC’s hand, he would be able to not look back, talking them through the journey with soft words of love and encouragement, like “Almost there, darling, we’re nearly there, just hold on to me, I’ll get us out of this, you’ll see.” But if he wasn’t able to touch them or hear them, at the very last moment, a great fear would overtake him at the threshold, like a sudden certainty that they were never there to begin with and he made a terrible mistake and somehow lost them or left them all alone or betrayed them without realizing it, and he would look back, and then I think his sanity would break...

Red: I also think it’s 50/50 with him: he could make it through without looking back, but his innate curiosity, his need to know, is strong and often uncontrollable, so I think his chances of success are up in the air! 

Ayla: She would look back, because she’s the most suspicious and fearful of them all. The world has hurt her too many times for her to believe in any kind of justice or truth; she would look back, already thinking they were gone, and it wouldn’t surprise her to find them no longer standing there--and who’s to say they were there to begin with? And afterwards, she would pray for a short life so she could be with them again... permanently, because that’s the only truth there is. The only one she can really count on.  

Briony: She would look back, but it would be a mistake; an accident. She’d make it all the way through, trembling with need and tears and desperate, passionate love, and then, when she thought it was safe--just a moment too quickly, when she’d stepped into the sunlight and they were still behind her, just still in shadow--she would look back in excitement and celebration, a smile half-frozen in time... and in the next moment, they would be gone, and she would shatter.

Lavinet: She would make it without looking back, holding her head high. She believes in the power of their love, how it anchors them together; nothing could make her question that. And afterwards, she’d tell him she never doubted that she would see them through, because just as he followed her light, she’s always been following his.

[interact-if]

Day 7 of our Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month Featured Author Interviews, continuing with Sou!

Sou, author of Cherry Soda

As children, an accident between you and your friend Ryan changed the course of your life forever. Since then, you have transversed the boundary of life and death: your waking moments are haunted by memories of the living and the remnants of the deceased.

The two of you diverged; Ryan began attending elite private academy, and you summarily moved across the country. A phone call years later between the two of ends with you promising to come visit her, a throwaway sentence you thought to be nothing more than a platitude.

Following six months of radio silence, you sense her death before the search team even finds her body. And suddenly, the phone call may have been part of something a lot larger.

Swept up in a whirlwind of the horrific inheritance she left behind for you to uncover, the more you investigate, the deeper the lies and secrets go. A reckless desperation to break the fate that threatened to overtake the both of you had led Ryan down a path of no return. The same path you now find yourself on.

Read more about Cherry Soda here.

Play the Demo here.

Tags: Fantasy.

[INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!]

Q1. Hello! Could you tell us a little bit about to yourself and your project?

Hi, I'm Sou and I’m a first-generation Japanese immigrant. Cherry Soda is my first and only project at the moment. You play as a private school transfer student investigating the death of a childhood friend. It's a southern gothic with the bones of a murder mystery – something is hiding buried under layers of privilege and corruption, and with an (un)natural affinity for seeing beyond the veil, it's up to you to uncover the truth.

Q2. What inspired your current project?

I attended a private boarding school as a scholarship student for the majority of high school. If that sounds familiar, that's because the premise of my IF is based upon my experiences there. I recently lost my former roommate and good friend from said school, and while dealing with my grief, I ended up channeling it into my writing. Ultimately, I started this project with the intention to create a story with the overarching theme of exploring and coming to terms with loss, hence why the project is dedicated in his memory.

Q3. Do you pull from your own identity for inspiration? How has that been reflected in your work?

It’s reflected through several aspects. The more apparent one is the portrayal of the supernatural. Shinto traditions shaped how I decided to approach the boundary between the living and the dead, and the concept of changing one’s “fate” or predestined future.

On a fundamental level, Cherry Soda is also a story about alienation. My personal experiences with the pressure to conform influenced the way I crafted the characters. It's not a one-to-one connection, but each of the ROs and by extension the MC, struggle to reconcile parts of their identity in this sort of privileged, elitist fishbowl the story is set within. Self-acceptance is a big theme in the story. It's a little impossible to divest my identity from my writing at this point, haha. It's a consistent presence when I create, and I hope it’s something people can relate with.

Q4. What are you most excited about your project?

[Spoiler], definitely. In all sincerity, I’m the most excited for people to solve the mystery. And whether it be making true-blue friendships, landing yourself in a relationship, or just dealing with school, there's plenty for everyone to look forward to. (Or losing your sanity. There's always that thrilling possibility.)

Q5. What has your experience writing an IF and with the IF community been like?

Interactive fiction is such a flexible medium, and there’s really no shortage of new ideas I can try to implement. Coding and writing gets difficult at times, but with all the amazing stories being put forth by equally amazing people, it’s easy to become inspired. I'm always so grateful for all the support and kindness I’ve received from both writers and readers alike.

Q6. What changes in the IF community would you like to see?

There’s a tendency in writing spheres to view Asian cultures through a colonial lense – which ultimately manifests portrayals that fall into harmful stereotypes and racist caricatures. The diasporic, immigrant, and local experiences are nuanced in their differences, and I think it goes without saying that research and respect goes a long way with accurate representation. Taking feedback, seeking out resources, listening to people and their stories – all of these are such vital steps and so often overlooked. Nobody is exempt from learning.

Q7. What piece of advice would you give to fellow creators?

Go crazy, go stupid. But honestly, don’t be afraid to make the leap. As cliche as it is, everyone has a story to tell. Someone out there will love what you have to say, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Starting out can be difficult, but everyone is a beginner at one point. Be kind to yourself, try things out, and don’t be afraid to make mistakes.

(And remember to take breaks. Burnout is not your friend.)

[dubethsering]

N👁 Sleep (+18)

It's an interactive story created with Twine, based on a dream i had some months ago. Created to participate in the ranked game jam hosted by @interact-if . In this story the mc customization is "inexistent". But the game puts high value on the mc emotions and how their choices leads to certain paths trying to use an immersive horror atmosphere. 

TW: The game have several despictions of: Sleep paralysis, Asphyxia (can be avoided), Dream/nightmareish feelings, Death (can be avoided in certain scenes and two endings), mild body horror, persecution feelings, mentions of bad psychology practice and advice, Sleep deprivation (insomnia) and of course, is a horror game.

SYNOPSIS

For three days you´re gonna struggle to sleep (and even to breathe). It isn´t the insomnia or a bad thing you eat. It´s a creature who´s eyes have fallen on you as their new prey to toy and devour...

In the dark, right when you close your eyes...the creature watchs you and tries to bring you deep in to the madness of the void...

Would you submit yourself to the creature and fall in the shadows of your own house?

Or do you prefer to “ignore” what´s happening around you and the creature?

Discover this yourself in three nights...

Be aware of what lurks in your house at night, but be more aware of what you cannot see and comprehend in the shadows...

(What i promise to include...let´s see how many promises i broke...lol no.)

Choose and add your pronouns.

A vague MC customization, because nor your name or body are important to the creature that lurks in the dark.

Start with one of the three base emotions (Bored, Stressed and Calm) and see how they develop as the story advances.

Decide to talk or not with your parents about what's haunting the house.

Prove your sanity and avoid a forced entry to the asylum.

Ignore the power of the unknown and "wake up" from this nightmare.

Lose your sanity and become one with the void.

At least, fall in three different endings depending how are your emotions and the atmosphere in the house.

Things to consider about the game:

One is that, this is my first game and i'm a noob with coding (but i'm eating everything i see related to make the ui design at least "decent" for the jam), so beware if the ui looks like sh*t 😂.

Two, i could have done this making an entry for the non-ranked jam, (let´s be honest the “red herring” theme didn´t ring a bell to my brain insides...ahh~ but the other...a completely different story) but i want to prove myself (and maybe anyone who read the story) that even if i'm a noob with coding, i'm not a noob with writing (i could say it's decent 😅) but maybe i'm wrong and what i write it's just nonsense trash lol. Sooo, even if everyone kick my ass brutally, i want other people to judge what i've created for the jam and see what are my falls in this and to learn from my errors (something that the non-ranked jam can offer to me, because is for a more "casual" approach).

And the most important, three. I want to prove that even if the ui it's something you wish you'll never see it again (sorry for destroying your beautiful template @innerdemons-if 😥). I want the other three things to be judged (Usage of theme, Story & plot and Gameplay/Usage of the medium) to try to excel (😔)...so i'm gonna put all myself to create something that i can said that makes me proud (even if in the future i see as something really embarrassing) because i need to see what i'm capable of creating and to know if this is a total sh*t or not.

Other things to know:

I'm not a native english speaker so bear with me please 😅.

Did I mention that my UI will suck?

Ah, please be mindful that maybe i´ll not answer all the asks you make me, but   i´m gonna try to do it.

The game interface so far, have been created only using black and white tones, so I can say it's pretty friendly to someone who has colorblindness, but I'm not sure if someone with dyslexia could find this easy to read...but seeing the template i´m gonna use i´ve seen that has many dyslexic fonts, but you know only a font it´s not gonna make my game dyslexic friendly so...please let me know what to change.

[twyam-if]

It's been really silly in here but how about some angst, like the MC becoming the punching bag in one fight and after it they decline getting treatment because they say that they'll have to get used to it anyway so it doesn't matter, how would the Ro's react?

looks away in being the slight instigator of this of the silliness-

I love angst, I swear-

It's just that there's so many spoilers to their reactions that I need to choose carefully OTL but LUCKILY, I can do this one! there will be no premise under this, as these characters do feel strongly about the topic and will act accordingly! and i uh...kind of went off. blame the soda-

Lana: Horrified. She's horrified that you're denying any form of treatment, all because of how you're insisting that you're going to have to get used to the pain. You shouldn't. She won't let it. Roles be damned, let her be the one to take the brunt of the pain. She's strong! She can take it! She's physically stronger than everyone here, she can take it all! She doesn't want to see you fall. She doesn't. She'll desperately hold your hand, begging you to never be used to this. The tears that fall from her eyes are partially from her own feelings, but to her, she's crying because you won't cry. She'll do whatever she can to stay by your side and help you through everything, whether it be as a listener or as someone to guide you through the depths of trauma.

William: Anger. How dare you say that to him? You have the audacity to say this to him, and you think there are no repercussions for this? He feels betrayed that you never consulted him about this, he feels disgusted that you're truly trying to live up to the word of 'martyr', and he's upset that you're willing to get rid of the 'future' (read: treatment) and instead continue pursuing the 'present' (read: no treatment). He's much, much colder to you and his actions have become much more aggressive, but in the end, the entire world is burning because of what he had decided to do. If the world chooses to burn and leave you to dead like a ragged corpse that fell from grace, it's best to burn the world first before it could. He'll relish the title of 'Villain', if only to perserve the delicate smile that he had once saw on your face.

Rin: Sacrificial. They noticed the minute details, but the moment those words uttered your lips, they truly felt as if they had lost you. You've succumbed to the abuse, and they feel as if they're at fault. They want to repent and save you. From there on as you continue to refuse treatment, the only thing they can do is watch over your journey and take the brunt of your injuries, chosen warriors be damned. If they see your horrified face as they fall from the injuries you were supposed to sustain, they'll merely smile and say that it was completely worth it, whilst cradling your hand in theirs. There is no need for a world without someone like you. And so, they'll gladly lose their life to rescue yours instead.

Hanami: Vengeful. As a warrior, you never want to lose your sanity. The memories accompanied with that sanity cradles the soul in a web, beckoning the soul to remember the days where they felt warm. He can't find that in you anymore the moment you said you don't want any treatment, and from there, he truly lives up to his title: 'The Witch's Wolf'. Whether it's a cold shoulder to Charles or the world, he'll fight to take revenge for your sanity. He'll rip, tear, howl, and grind your enemies to the ground before they can even touch you. So please, even if it's for someone else's sake, nurse your sanity back to good health. While you do that, he'll protect your back. Always.

Muzik: Frustrated. No matter what, in his eyes, you're being a stubborn fool for not wanting treatment and wanting to get used to the pain. The body may heal, but the mind does not. He will nurse you back to health with his medicinal concoctions and ignore your protests. He keeps his jokes light, beckoning you to try a different treatment drink if the last one doesn't tickle your fancy. Is it too bitter? He'll sweeten the mixture with chocolate! Is it too sweet? He'll add the medicine in some savory food! He'll do it all, just so you can eat your medicine. But beneath his cheery facade, he looks...terrified. For you or for himself, you don't know. But what you do know, is that whenever he thinks you aren't looking, he'll look at his shaking hands and a heartbroken smile will leave his lips.

[to-the-stars8]

The Lamentation of the Apprentice

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Ao3 A/N; A shorter chapter this time my loves, but nonetheless, tons of kisses! Be safe this 4th of July!!

Chapter 7

We spent the next three days jumping between the palace and my shop. Asra had shown me the secret passages in the garden, and we spent time in the library building towers out of books and looking into all the rooms that were off-limits. We tried our best to steer clear of the Count and managed to not see him at all for the last two days. Though, we often ran into guards who chased us down the halls of the palace. I do not recall the rest of what we did, but I remember our laughter echoing off the walls as we ran.

On the last day, we spent only an hour at the palace eating on that same balcony Asra had first shown me before servants started to push people out onto the street. As we left, the soon-to-be Countess Nadia stood at the door saying goodbye and accepting congratulations. Montag had announced their engagement right before the last day, but rumors had already been circling of the news. Supposedly, they had been both piss drunk and had to be told of their newfound engagement the next day. 

When we passed her I immediately noticed her beauty. Her eyes were sharp with an intelligence mixed with genuine kindness and an air of easy elegance that made me realize how it could be easy for Lucio to fall in love with her. It was a pity that she would have to waste so much time with a man who only cared for gaudy things and blood, the two fundamental things for a horrible husband. 

“Thank you for coming,” Even her voice was beautiful. It was light, but with a firm tone. She could have told me the sky was green and I think I would have believed her just by the way she sounded. 

Before she greeted the next group leaving I called to her, “Countess.”

Her eyes met mine. My mind blanked and I stumbled out, “T-thank you for having us.”

A smile graced her face. “My pleasure. Come again next year?”

I only managed a nod as the magician pulled me away so we were not causing congestion in the flow of people coming out. Asra teased me for the rest of the walk home about how I had a crush on the woman who was a near-decade older than I. 

“What is it they say when an older woman and someone younger court?” He smirked. “Robbing the cradle? Well, at least she’ll be able to buy you a new one, MC.”

I laughed, for, despite his ruthless jabs, there was no malice in them. We slipped into the shop as people gathered in the streets for the continuation of the party, but, tired, we would not be dragged into it. 

Asra hardly made it two steps into the shop before collapsing onto the couch, me following soon after him. He was leaned back, head laid flat against the back of the couch so he was facing up, eyes closed. Somehow, in the three days, we had been together, I noted how different he looked. His hair was flatter, perhaps due to the constant humidity and lack of baths between the parties, and bags were formed under his eyes to show he had been up late. Still, his beauty did not waver. For a moment, I wonder what gods made him, for it was too perfect to be natural.

“Spring will be here soon, now,” Asra said, eyes still closed. “Perhaps the Countess will build you your own garden for the season. You will have to have secret passageways in it, though. So I can visit whenever.”

Secret passages, yes. I didn’t say anything and fingered the gift from him around my neck, thinking. I got up off the couch before heading to the kitchen. Above the stove, there was a ceramic bowl that held nothing but two spare keys to the shop. My aunt was paranoid that she would lose not only one but two keys, so she had a third made for her own sanity. Two for the front door, one for the back. The bowl clinked loudly as I reached in to grab the key for the back door. 

Asra was still laid back on the couch, eyes closed. I approached him from behind, leaning over and poking him with the end of the key on his nose. A grin crossed his face and his white lashes fluttered before his eyes opened. 

“You needn’t a Countess for a secret passage to visit me now.”

Reaching up, he took the key, inspecting it, before putting his lips against it. Gods, he looked beautiful even after days of partying. He whispered, “I will cherish this. Thank you.”

We were supposed to be friends, I told myself as I leaned down to kiss him.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

GENERAL TAG LIST: @mayans-sauce @peoniarose @destynelseclipsa @band-psycho @myakai13 @petlaufeyson @-im-fantastic- @horsesandwolvesaremyanimals @rocketqueen @rosieposie0624 @ellyseveronica @Jessprins13 @diaryofkali @ravenmoore14 @starrynite7114 @kenbechillin @miahelen @monkeyluver4546 @sheeshgivemeabreak @jadesamhart @rawrlittlepanda-95 @megapeacelovemusic-blog @katsav17 @skits90s @wildsould1221 @littlekittymeow @tenderclio @badame1240 @regalbanshee @greeneyedblondie44 @phoenixhalliwell @codenamewife

MAYANS MC: @multiyfandomgirl40 @countryash345 @skyofficialxx @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo @bellisperennis0 @chibsytelford @trulysuccubus @purrrrfect @witching-hour @leathercladmenfics @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @queenbeered @sesamepancakes @gemini0410 @pinguinstudiert @oscars-wifeyyy @meteora-fc @lozaa94 @arveee @joupym @hanster1998 @missswritings @arana-alpha

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Top 20: my favorite interactive stories

Hello, guys!

Once I saw that one of my popular and mostly likeable posts was about IF, I decided to share with you my personal top of the best IF authors I have known. 

I read a lot of WIPs (work in progress) and finished novels since three long years, so I might recommend truly incredible stories. I apologies for adding pics and some additional info about my MC, but I wanted to bring spark of life into this top.

MC – Julia (deShanre), she|her.

I'll start with telling about quartet of works greatly affected on me. It was almost like… living my second life. It felt so real, so vibrant. In the darkest times it gave me the strenght to meet the next day.

1. Samurai of Hyuga, Books 1-4 by Devon Connell (WIP, planned 7 books). Patreon. Buy Book 1.  Buy Book 2. Buy Book 3. Buy Book 4.

Samurai of Hyuga is a brutal, heart-pounding interactive tale. Prepare to enter the land of silk and steel, where fantasy clashes against grim reality, and where the good guys don't always win in the end. It's a harsh world with tough choices at every turn. Good thing you're the toughest ronin around.

My MC: Ronin, the master of the Jigoku Ittō-ryū, The Sword Who Cuts the Heavens

Jigoku:

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2. Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden (WIP, planned 4 books). Tumblr: @fallenhero-rebirth​. Patreon. Buy Book 1.

Become the greatest telepathic villain Los Diablos has ever known! Once you were famous; soon you will be infamous. That is, unless your old friends in the Rangers stop you first. Juggle different identities and preserve your secrets as you build new alliances and try to forget the friendships you've left behind.

My MC: Sidestep Puppetmaster:

Jane (puppet):

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3. I, the Forgotten one by Bacondoneright (WIP, planned dilogy). No tumblr or Patreon|Ko-fi. Demo.

It has been five long years since the end of The Border Wars. Five long years without a purpose. Endlessly drifting around from one job to the next, serving your apathetic father only to receive no credit. Nobody in Kanton truly knows what you did. How you won The War, leading the armies of Kanton as a youth.

Nobody knows what it took out of you. Spending your formative years in war is not good for one’s outlook on life. Your emotions now lie behind a mask of stoicism. After all, all emotions do is cloud one’s judgement and wind up costing lives.

Nobody knows how much it hurt to be cast down from the throne and succession. To be disinherited, cast away from the family, and left aside to die.

My MC: The Marshal, the bastard child:

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4. The Exile by Pheo (WIP). Tumblr: @exilethegame​. Patreon. Demo.

You’re the ex-commander of the Kingdom of Plaithus, and your name is known by all. It used to be whispered in fear by your enemies, and the very mention of it could send men fleeing. Your people had cried it out in battle, swords raised in your honor as they faced death fearlessly. You were a hero, and to some, a legend.

Until you weren’t.

You can’t remember what happened. All that’s left are blurry faces, screams, and the feeling of blood on your hands. The only reason you still have your head is because of the pity of an old friend.

And now? It’s only been a year since the incident, and already things are going wrong again when a rather peculiar sorcerer offers you absurd amounts of gold in exchange for protection from… well, that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t know.

My MC: the Commander:

Ex-commander.

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Shepherds of Haven by Lena Nguyen (WIP). Tumblr: @shepherds-of-haven​ Patreon. Demo.

Shepherds of Haven is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as a Mage living in a world where magic is outlawed and your people—those possessing supernatural powers—are oppressed and reviled. The world is ruled by humans who believe in science, technology, and industry: at best, you and your kind are nothing more than a fairytale, and at worst you are the state’s greatest threat.

My MC: Human Mage, gunner

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God of the Red Mountain (WIP). Tumblr: @friendlybowlofsoup​​​ Demo.

You are a spirit born of the Red Mountain–though you’ve run away from it long ago. You’d be content to stay away, too, if not for the mountain god who suddenly comes looking for you. But what purpose do they have? And what exactly is your end goal?

Based on East Asian myths and folklore, you play as a powerful, nameless spirit in a shifting world. As a being caught between death and life, you are connected to a stream of limitless power, and the more you are known, the more powerful you become.

However, your journey will not be so smooth. You have been cursed by powerful, malignant beings known as Foxes, and it’s only a matter of time before you fall from sanity yourself.

My MC: Owl spirit, human appearance

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The Bastard of Camelot by Rebelgirl (WIP). Tumblr: @llamagirl28​ Demo. Ko-fi.

Your child will be the undoing of Camelot. Born under an ominous prophecy, you are the incestuous bastard of King Arthur and Morgana Le Fay. Will you fulfill the prophecy, or rebel?

Be the villain they expect you to be, or the hero they don’t- be remorseful or unapologetic, make your destiny or be Morgana’s tool of revenge.

Arthur can’t have any more children, making you the sole blood heir, and sole other Pendragon. As a Pendragon, you have the power of dragons.

The Bastard of Camelot is a trilogy following Mordred as they become a knight of the Round Table, and save or destroy Camelot.

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The Seven Heirs of Ophaesia: Part One by (WIP). Tumblr: @fantasyfawkes​​​ Demo. Patreon.

The Seven Heirs of Ophaesia is a low-fantasy game set in a Renaissance-esque world where you play as one of seven heirs to a fictional kingdom rife with intrigue. As the King’s seventh child, you are a prince or princess of Ophaesia, a luxurious nation along the southern coast of Selanes. You are the first child of your father’s third wife, a woman hated throughout the realm due to the pervasive suspicion that she poisoned the previous queen, and her poor reputation taints your image in the eyes of the court and beyond. From your days in the palace nursery all the way to adulthood, you must navigate treacherous court politics and delicate foreign affairs while trying to find your place in the world — and your family.

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 Attollo by A.E. Jendryke (WIP). Tumblr: @attollogame Demo. Patreon.

After several years of radio silence, you receive a message from your younger sibling that carries a strange sense of urgency to it. Either out of familial concern, or boredom, you embark on a journey from your residence to your siblings apartment in New Hampshire to see what’s wrong and then get on with your life. Too bad it’s never so simple.

Deal with cults, interdimensional entities, and far too many people with superpowers (where, for once, you’re the odd one out) in your journey to bring your sibling back from an underworld far out of your control.

My MC: lawyer

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 Land of the Dragon (WIP) by Hilsee Foo. Demo. Last update was long ago... (crying)

Welcome to the Land of the Dragon! Here you shall experience an adventure in an ancient land, navigate court politics, forge friendships, and maybe even pursue romance if you so choose!

The Dragon Emperor sits upon the throne, as he inherited it from his father before him. But all is not well in the realm. In the provinces, an Uprising is gaining both strength and popularity. At court, the Elder Prince plots in secret to usurp his brother's throne. And within the Emperor's harem, the Empress and Imperial Consort vie for power.

As the Emperor and Empress' only trueborn child, you are at the centre of this power struggle. When all hell breaks lose on your 21st nameday, what will you do to find your place in this world?

All this, and more... In the Land of the Dragon.

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The Northern Passage by Kit H.J. (WIP). Tumblr: @northern-passage​ Demo. 

The Northern Passage is a horror fantasy CYOA, where you play as a hunter sent up north to investigate a series of missing people along the border and in the port cities of the Blackwater.

Working with your handler, Lea, you will travel north and discover that things are far worse than you ever could have imagined, and that there is something powerful lurking out in the deep, dark sea…

My MC: Hunter

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 The Nameless by Parker Lyn (WIP). Tumblr: @parkerlyn​​ Demo. Ko-fi.

The Nameless is a low fantasy WIP that is character and romance driven, with your race (sheevra) loosely based on stories about the fey and other myths. Where deals are a weapon and a name is the most intimate secret someone can offer. You play as a sheevra investigating the city of Renescen after the complete disappearance of one of four sheevra Clans in the world, running across a ragtag group of both sheevra and mortalis along the way.

Will you find out what happened before it comes for you?

Mortalis appearance

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Virtue’s End by Crimsis (WIP). Tumblr: @virtuesend-if​​​ Demo. Patreon.

In a dark world overrun by monsters from the shadow plane, you exist as a hybrid monster hunter called a helvling, a human whose very soul has been Bound to one such entity. Travelling from warded settlement to warded settlement with your surly Keeper, Shea, you have the thankless task of defending the common folk against these horrors from Hel.

Usually, a fate such as yours is only reserved for the lowest of criminals, as penance for their loathsome deeds… You wouldn’t know if your fate has been deserved, however, since upon completion of your Binding seven years ago, all former memories of your human life have been lost.

You’ve been moulded into a weapon by the Virtuous Order, trained to be an unfeeling and ruthlessly efficient hunter… But is that who you are? Who are you, truly?

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A Tale of Crowns (WIP). Tumblr: @ataleofcrowns​​​​ Itch.

A Tale of Crowns is a high fantasy love story with Middle Eastern roots, both on pc as well as mobile! It’s entirely text-based, with choices throughout to shape both your main character’s personality and skills as well as influence their relationships with others. There are four love interests for you to choose from, both female as well as male, each with their own stories and secrets for you to uncover!

Crown of Arsur

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 Wayfarer (WIP). Tumblr: @idrellegames​ Demo. Patreon.

When your mercenary work backs you into a corner, you take the only option available and accept a contract: to travel to the city of Velantis and steal an ancient artifact said to be blessed by the gods. Simple, right?

But Velantis holds more than you bargained for. Gathering a ragtag party of malcontents and renegades from across the city, you must navigate enemy factions, meddling guilds, and escalating political tensions. Your choices will ultimately determine the city’s fate – and the fate of every person who lives there. 

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When Twilight Strikes by evertidings (WIP). Tumblr: @evertidings​ Demo. 

You are a bounty hunter. Responsible for taking in rogue supernaturals, you work for IAOS—the International Agency of Supernaturals—where, alongside your best friend and partner, you two have quickly become the best hunting duo of the branch. After a particular tricky hunt, you brief your boss, Caine Atheron, and come back to work the next day to find that he has mysteriously disappeared overnight, the company is now in the hands of his best friend, Sebastian Mai. And though no one else seems to question it, something tells you that there’s more to the story.

With bounty cases rising at an alarming rate and a second mystery unfolding, you and your ragtag team of allies set out to find the truth.

But as you go further and further, the secrets you uncover begin to make you question: who… or what exactly are you fighting for? 

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Passanger by Pime (WIP). Tumblr: @the-passenger-if Demo. Ko-fi.

Do you like monsters? Do you think they are the best part of their respective movies, books, and shows? Then The Passenger might be the game for you.

The Passenger is a choice script work in progress in which you are an eldritch abomination that’s about to be devoured by another unthinkable creature. Good news is you are pretty crafty and know how to jump dimensions to escape your ghastly fate; bad news is, you’re now stuck on Earth, trapped inside a dumb human larva.

As years go by, you realize the amount of energy you need to leave this horrible dimension behind is a lot more than you anticipated. Not to mention the creature that almost ate you all those years ago never really stopped looking for you. But there’s no way it’ll pinpoint your actual location… right?

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Scout: An Apocalypse Story by Anya (WIP). Tumblr: @anya-dev​ Itch.

It has been over a decade since a worldwide natural disaster obliterated the natural planet and decimated human civilization. There are small groups of humans still alive, fending for themselves, trying to create communities amongst the rubble.

You are a 24-year old scout living in a small community on the edge of the Orange Plains. You lost your mother and your sister before finding your way here. You are primarily an academic, and you put your skills to use on regular scouting missions. With your best friend and your scouting team leader in tow, your small group is a pillar of the Community.

On your first scouting mission of the hot season, you meet the leader of the People Across the Orange Plains. Will you break from the Community you have known your whole life? Ask a romantic partner to join you? Discover secrets that your own people have been hiding? Become a leader yourself?

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Body Count by Nell Bolton (WIP). Tumblr: @bodycountgame​ Demo. Ko-fi.

Your life isn’t going how you’d hoped. Despite having big plans when you graduated, you’re stuck in a dead end job and a crappy flat with zero romantic life to speak of. All until a friend convinces you to join the cast of a new reality TV show.

The premise is simple: 12 singles are sent to a villa on a tropical island and they live there together for a month. After 28 days, the couple who is voted by the other islanders as being most likely to withstand the test of time will win £500,000. In addition, the couple with the highest body count will win £500,000. Total prize pool? £1,000,000.

In this context, “body count” refers to how many people you’ve slept with… right? Well, that’s what you think when you sign your contract. Turns out, though, that not all of your fellow cast members will be using that definition to get to the prize.

Fall in love, win big money, solve some murders and try to stay.

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Project Hadea by nyehilism (WIP). Tumblr: @nyehilismwriting​​ Itch. Ko-fi.

You play as an OPERATIVE of Scytha Industries, a highly selective private security company. As their most elite Operative, you possess many skills and talents, not to mention top-of-the-line equipment - including your very own AI module, IVI.

This, of course, puts a price on your head. An AI module goes for billions on the black market; carrying one around in your skull is, perhaps, not the safest idea. Sure, you’re more than a match for anyone who might come after you - but no-one outside the high levels of Scytha knows about it, so you should be safe anyway, right?

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

I do want to thank all these tremendously talented authors for creating such complex and beautiful worlds. I love it with all my soul.

Thanks for reading, I hope you will find story for yourself. I’ll gradually extand this top! 

Stay tuned.

[saintobio]

okay so ch8 hurt a lot more than i thought and i’m actually trying not to cry for multiple reasons and like i’m nervous and so heartbroken for y/n bc she is actually traumatized and that the possibility of sera getting pregnant is a possibility and is it bad i think i’m numb from angst??? like this is probably the heaviest angst i’ve ever read and idk like sometimes my mood is like up and down constantly bc of this series (i promise this isnt an attack) and i think now i just kinda want to take a depression nap but i’m so hurt for y/n bc i think i relate to her a lot to the point to where its scary sometimes like trying to keep the peace to not rock the boat too much really hits home and so does honestly having to bottle everything up at the sake of your own sanity. also i’m so upset bc y/n doesnt even know that gojo actually rawdogged his mistress out of spite afterwards bc she passed out from the distress of arguing and basically losing her patience and i feel like she might blame herself for that when gojo was in the wrong (the raw sex) and honestly she deserves better and at this point i’m rambling so ill stop

damn this was long asf either way i suck at expressing myself but i’ll try harder next time :\

more below

Anonymous said

i just finished reading chapter 8 and i feel completely broken. im literally crying and shaking and had to take a pause. i wanted to mention how me and y/n have thalassophobia. also… i knew it. sera is such a manipulative bitch. how dare she say the things that she says when she. is. the. mistress?!! she must want her life to be harder than it is bc just like y/n said in the eyes of society -even if to her and him she was first (she wasnt)- she is gonna be a whore. someone like gohoe’s stepmom. using him just to climb up. gojoe is such a stupid ass bitch. i literally lost feelings for him today just like y/n. how dare he get mad when he knows the shit him and his mom went through inside a marriage like that. the mf came inside sera’s stupid ass too. im glad geto said something. im so happy his friends are mad at him. im glad to know they wasn’t okay with this situation in the first place but were trying to be good friends. gojoe is so stupid omg. i was literally crying the whole time. funny of him thinking that no one else would fuck us aside from him as if toji wasn’t there and as if he didn’t get jealous over the way guys were looking at y/n. tbh, idc if they end up together or not. im a hard simp for gojo but this is a story where i wouldn’t mind it at all if y/n doesn’t end up with him. what a mf. i understand that he has gone through stuff but the way he treats y/n has no excuse!! like literally no excuse. i feel bad for what he goes through but he is just taking it out on her. im sorry if this doesn’t make sense but i’m still going through the emotional pain of this chapter. poor y/n.

Anonymous said

Well that chapter was… really something else. My heart was hurting for y/n the whole time. However, I’m so happy that y/n finally voiced her feelings about everything Gojo’s put her through, I can’t even be that upset with her for throwing his mother leaving back in her face. And sera’s bitch ass brings out the most violent of tendencies within my soul, with her fake niceness and bitchiness. I hope karma hits her like a freight train, her having a prior relationship with Gojo in no way excuses this bullshit behavior of hers. Please tell me she doesn’t end up with Gojo, even if Gojo and y/n don’t end up together, she doesn’t deserve it or even him at this point. I’m glad that Geto and Shoko stood up for her the whole time and made bora bora more bearable, but Gojo just needs Jesus and therapy. Until then, Toji x y/n ❤️

Anonymous said

I am so excited for the future chapters. Can't wait for gojou to get a taste of his own medicine. I was rereading the earlier chapters and oof the things he said and did to mc hit even harder. I really don't know how anyone can move past the trauma and pain he inflicted on her. I don't know what the general consensus is among all the readers, but at this point I really REALLY want mc to find happiness and I don't think gojou is it 😔 It goes without saying though that we would absolutely love anything you decide to do plotwise. Thanks for the update! Please remember to take care of your health and please don't feel pressured to update if it interferes with your life and health. We are not going anywhere:))

Anonymous said

I have no words just that wow, you did an amazing job, i am speechless, SN is becoming my fav fic ever, I- i don't know what to say...You re such a talented writer, thank you for this chapter. THANK UUUUUU

but okay,,,,FUCK SERA AND GOJO THO FUCK THEM BOTH.I CAN'T STAND SERA BITCH ILL DROWN YOU.As for Gojo,,,I FEEL SO BAD CAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING HATE HIM I WANT HIS REDEMPTION ARC IM SO SORRY Y'ALL CAN HATE ME FOR THIS;((((((

this was incredible, very excited for whats coming, i fully trust you, my heart is in your hands do what you want with it SKKSKS take care of yourself and stay hydrated!!! MWA BIG KITH - 🍬

( manifesting Gojo's infertility)

Anonymous said

sera fr gonna babytrap gojo huh...

gosh i wish them the worst. im so glad the bestest person ever y/n finally decided to tell what she actually feels about their messed up situation, like you go girl i will hold your purse, show them who's the boss. and if there are sera and gojo apologists out there, why? please i knew sera was fucking suspish even back then and the audacity to come at y/n like that, gosh makes my blood boil fr. sometimes i wish y/n doesn't play by the rule and straight up be mean and put sera and gojo on a lot of blocklist so at least the thing sera moaning about how selfish y/n be comes true. pull the strings and show badass you are, y/n, maximize your power as an heiress. do it for capitalism! /j. Y/N CORRUPTION ARC WHEN!!

Anonymous said

OH SHIT IDK FUCK UHM FUCK I JUST FINISHED THE CHAPTER I WOKE UP AT 4AM FOR THIS I SET AN ALARM ON GOD AND ITS FUCKING BREAKING ME OMYGHOD JWDISISJAIXJAIDJW FUCKING SATORU MAN HE DIDNT FUCKING PULL OUT FAST ENOUGH IM GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, HIS SEEDS BETTER BE SLOWING THE FUCK DOWN

but fuck i love him too much fr fr, anyways on the other note i love Ieiri and getou so much if i could only bitch slap sera the fuck out of this world i would've

and to think i gave that bitch the benefit of the doubt cause it make sense for her to hurt and be with gojo even after he got married since they were together initially but bitch IMMA CLAMP THE FUCK OUT OF HER FACE IF HE DOES NOT STAY ON HER FUCKING LANE SHE OUT HERE TESTING MY FUCKING PATIENCE ON GOD

i super love and adore ur writing btw hehe

Anonymous said

OMG CH:8 has mee so livid istg I can’t even explain. YES!!! Y/n out here finally standing up for herself and slapping tf out of Hoejo, and the whole “your mom” thing I CACKLED ALDOSWBDO it was so mean yet deserving like

I love the realization for both Getou and Shoko they both finna drop Hoejo and get a new bestie bc gurl they are not for it😩

correct me if I’m wrong but you said said gojo decided to pull out of Sera, but it was “the rest” of it…. ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HE ACTUALLY C*ME in her😮😮😮

Bc if that’s the case and point

Sera’s whole “if I have his baby then imma have him too.” crap is end game.

But anways I loved this chapter! It was a sad read but I can’t wait for the reverse role arc!

hello edit response later when my headspace isn’t 📉 thank u to everyone who submitted asks ai needs some rest for now 😭