#Semi-Charmed Blog Games

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OC MOODBOARD: DAMIEN CHARM 📸 ❤️‍🔥

Thank you @dandylion240 for tagging me for this! Of course, I had to do one for my most special favorite boy first, if anyone wants moodboards for different characters let me know in the replies below I guess!

I'm tagging @weirdosalike, @feroshgirlsims, @managedwhimsy, @smok3inm1rrors, @nectar-cellar, @kinwoven and @thebramblewood!

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sugarcoated [l.n]

pairing: Mob Boss!Baby Daddy!Lando Norris x Fem!Reader wc: 2.7k cw: violence (implied but not against the reader), emotional manipulation, reader is highkey tweaking, Norris is a touchy ass, slight yandere undertones, this aint healthy an: i keep forgetting my irls have my blog lowkey ive been scared of posting bc of my parents. also hey ladies whats up im back out of my flop era! miss me miss me now you gotta kiss me!

He was always lingering somewhere, no matter where you went.

It was like no matter where you ran, he would always find you. Quite frankly, you were sure that was half the appeal to him, he was a powerful man and he spared no expense in letting you know. 

Sometimes, it was the little flowers he left on your doorstep in pristine condition, small notes in semi legible handwriting tied to the stems. Other times, it was the faint smell of his perfume that lingered as he’d find himself in front of your door at odd hours of night, begging you to let him in, as if he’d been dying at the steps of your door.

And like a fool, you finally cracked, you did let him in. You were charmed, though there was no doubt it made you uneasy, he’d pacified you with his dazzling promises to take care of you, so what could’ve been the harm?

You didn’t see him again after that night. In fact, you hadn’t seen him for weeks afterwards, then the games started as soon as you moved.

You’d run, he’d show up, you’d run again. 

It was a cycle. There was no leaving the city anymore either, his forces scattered across every crook and nanny of the city. You’d sealed your own fate with just one hospital visit, deliverance of the exact news you’d prayed to not get as you sat with a test in your hands, two pink lines string back at you. 

You had no idea how you even made it home that night.

It was in your best interest not to move anymore, but you weren’t even sure how to move forward. Your wallet wasn’t entirely drained, but you were. Any chance of moving away was immediately stomped out, leaving you with no choice but to firm up against him and his sugar coated words.

It wasn’t long before he found out, and when he did, he made sure you knew. You couldn’t tell for your life how he felt though.

At first, it was minor things, baby items you didn’t recall ordering appearing at your door. You chalked it up to clerical error, but something nagged at you as you inspected them. Then, more expensive items started to appear, everything a new mother could dream of, but it made you uneasy.

Sometimes he’d come along with one of these gifts, standing outside the door as you peered at him through the eyehole. You never answered, with the hope that he'd leave you alone, hoping to dissuade him from anything further.

Then the biggest shock came along, sitting across from you on the counter, as if it’d been there the whole time. You had no time to question, let alone think about it upon seeing the small note attached to the box. 

I hope you’ll love the gift exactly how I did when I saw it, xoxo.

You knew exactly what a diamond ring implied. Yet, you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around why he would’ve sent it. The last thing he would’ve done was tie himself to you after trying so long to avoid you.

It’d been four days since the ring had appeared there, and you were simply hoping it was a fluke, no sign of him to back the ever present thought of the intrusion. 

You sat at the dining table, poking around your half-assed salad as you stared at the box. You could’ve sold it off, but there was no doubt someone would’ve found out and reported it back to him, leaving you to bear the brunt of his anger at your outright refusal. He’d never hurt you, but you saw everything in his actions.

The thought was more than enough to throw you off your meal, pushing away the plate with a pained sigh. Eating wasn’t the only thing that’d become harder in recent months, as working had left you with barely any time for yourself.

You were almost ready to doze off right there and then, had it not been for the series of sharp raps on the door, earning a grumble from you as you dragged yourself to the door with a mind full of insults to hurl at the person.

It hadn’t occurred to you to check who it was as you sleepily fiddled knob, only saved by the grace of the chain lock you’d forgotten to unlock.

“Hey there.”

Your blood froze, hazel eyes staring down through the crack of the door. There he was again, the devil himself, at your doorsteps as if he’d been waiting for you for a long time.

“Lando?” it came out as more of a whisper than anything else, voice cracking from a lack of proper use.

“It’s nice to see you too sweetheart,” He laughed, tilting his head at you to meet your eyes through the wide crack. 

There was a look in his eyes, although you couldn’t entirely decide if it was predatory or not as you averted your eyes, looking down at the handle of the door.

“What’s going on in there? Are you working late again? Though the doctor said it wasn’t good for you to be up this late with the baby on the way.”

You didn’t respond, trying to shut the door as subtly as you good, hitting something between the doorframe. Jitters ran down your spine when the door wouldn’t move further, looking down to see what it was. 

He’d wedged his shoe in between, the bastard. You looked back up, swallowing as he narrowed his eyes, the smile slipping off his face for moments to reveal thinly masked displeasure before disappearing entirely.

He knew what you were trying to do. You didn’t know if the guilt building up in your chest, or the possibility of what he could’ve done, scared you more. He’d never explicitly laid a hand on you, but the amount of torture was already enough as he lingered in your space.

“Someone has to keep the lights on,” You muttered, letting him nudge the door open. You were already fighting a losing battle, there was no way to keep him away but to hold him at an arm's length. That was how he’d gotten in the first time. He couldn’t fool you twice though.

“That’s why I've been sending you stuff, have you not gotten it?” He frowned. For a moment, it almost felt as if he were trying to be genuinely involved. You knew better.

You hesitated, looking back and forth between the chain lock and his face, though not much contemplating would be able to change the choice that’d already been made for you.

“No. I… donated it to some of the others at work. Needed it more than I did.”

There it was again, the indignancy in his eyes. 

“I got it for you though, was it not to your liking then?” His voice was eerily calm, but you knew exactly what it meant. Your hand instantly went up to the chain, almost as if it was moving on its own. Fear gripped at you. You had no idea what he was going to do next.

“So, you’re determined to be a single mother then? Do you know the kind of trouble it would get you and the baby into…” He raised his voice, pausing to see if you’d reconsidered.

Clearly a slight tremble in your hand was enough to convince him you’d finally stood down, a smirk gracing his already vicious face as you opened the door. You had no plan to, but it was hopeless to try and stand up without attracting attention, the last thing you wanted was for everyone to know what a shameless bastard he was.

“Just come inside please. Don’t let anyone see you any more.” You whispered, letting him through the threshold before you shut the door behind you.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Just look at the state of your... apartment.” He shook his head, pushing at stray articles laying all over the floor with his foot, as if they were positively filthy. There were still boxes from your last move sitting around the living room, the only real piece of furniture unpacked being your bed and the table you were sitting at. 

You couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed as you walked into the kitchen, you’d never been this untidy before. It wasn’t any easier as Lando tailed you, only pausing outside the door frame, as if something stopped him from coming through.

“You should move from here. I don’t like this apartment, it’s in a sketchy part of town.”

“Well, I don't recall asking for your opinion, did i?”

You didn’t pay any mind to his poking, filling a random mug up as you stood at the sink before you shot back, standing in the dark of the kitchen as he walked away, presumably to shuffle through your personals again. You were thankful for a moment of silence though, head pounding from all that had happened today.

You stood there lost in thought, and he’d returned sooner rather than later, tone disapproving as he spoke to you once again.

“I wonder how on earth I'm supposed to convince you if this can’t stop you from trying to make it on your own.”

Only, he wasn’t at the doorway anymore, standing a little further back, waving a stack of letters to your face. The color of the envelopes, you immediately knew what the contents were.

Heat seemed to bloom across your face, rushing over to grab the letters from him. It was of no use, he could easily keep them out of your reach, but it didn’t stop you.

“Sweetheart, what happened to you? Looks like you’ve managed to stir up more trouble than you can handle, am i right?” You could hear the mock empathy in his voice, distorted by the rush of blood to your ears.

“You. You happened to me.” You hissed back at him, finally grabbing the papers and slinking backwards. There wasn’t any time to leaf through them, but the big bright red stamps were more than enough to drive you to tears when you saw them. But you couldn’t cry here. Not in front of him.

He didn’t respond to your remark, simply giving you a look of pity, watching with careful eyes as you tossed the pages back onto the table, taking your seat back. The tension was getting higher, only breaking when you finally looked at him, opening your mouth.

“You can’t just come in here, into my life,” you managed, voice quivering despite the resolution you’d come to, “And act like you own the place. You have no idea what I’m dealing with.”

“Don’t I?” Lando pushed himself off the opposing wall, getting closer. “I’m the one who’s been watching you struggle, I'm the one who’s trying to help you love.”

“And is this what help is then?” The thought tasted bitter. “Sending gifts isn’t helping, it’s… wrong.” 

Then adding in a whisper, “You know i can’t afford this.”

He paused, the righteous look he had faltering for a second. “You’re reading it all wrong. I’m just trying to provide for you and the baby, but you want to be stubborn. You won’t take my help, nor will you take my money.”

“I don’t want your money, please.” You begged mercifully, looking at him eye to eye since the first time he’d stepped through the door.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile that sent chills through you. “You should be thanking me. Not many get the same kind of priority you’re getting right now. I’m only trying to make it easier.”

“I would never do it with your filthy money, how many have you run over just to make a paycheck?” You murmured, pausing at the look on his face.

“At least I can provide for myself. I won’t ever have to scrap the bottom of a tip jar only to fail to make rent.” He replied smoothly, eyes narrowing at your attempt to rebuke him.

The implication hung heavy in the air, and you clenched your fists, nails digging into your palm. “I… can’t.”

The silence seemed to stretch thinner, and you could feel the burn in your eyes as you looked down at your clasped hands. You couldn’t even really tell when the first tear slipped. It kept coming, and you couldn’t stop it. You knew he was right.

“Hey, hey, none of that.” He said slowly, getting down on one knee to meet your eyes, taking your hand in his. “I was out of line for that, wasn’t i?”

You shook your head, covering your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping. He seemed remorseful, running a thumb over your knuckles as he looked at you with a mix of pity and something foreign.  “I know I upset you, but I'm still offering you a chance here. I wanna set it right between us.”

You didn’t argue through the tears, and he seized the moment. “You can struggle all you want but I can provide everything you need. I can make the baby my heir, I can give you the life you deserve... all you have to do is say yes.”

“Say yes to what? Marrying you?” The words seem to slip out of your mouth mid sob, and a look of amusement crossed his face as you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Exactly,” he replied, trademark grin spreading across his face. “Imagine it. A beautiful ceremony, a life together. You’d have someone by your side who can ensure nothing threatens you. You’d be safe and sound. The baby would be my successor, guaranteed.”

“I barely even know you. You don’t know me.” You whimpered as he played with your hand, too loving, too suffocating.

He moved closer to your lap this time, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears, soft and tender than you’d known him to be. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, and I know it feels like you don’t know me at all. This is a big decision.”

“It’s not just a decision, Lando. It’s my life.” You hiccuped, despairing clawing at your insides. “How do I know you won’t just leave when you’re bored of me?”

“Didn’t I promise to take care of you and the baby?” He gently cupped your face, tilting it up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “Look at me. You’re not alone in this. I’m here now, and I want to help.”

There was a flicker of recognition at his words at the back of your brain, raising voices of caution as you looked at him through glassy eyes. “And what if I can’t love you back like you want me to?”

Lando’s eyes darkened slightly, and he took your hands, pulling you closer. “You don’t have to love me right now. Just trust me.” His grip tightened, slightly painful as he held onto you. “Just let me show you what it means to be cherished.”

He leaned in, his lips almost brushing your ear, the movement making your breath hitch. “Let me in, stop thinking so hard.”

You could’ve stopped breathing, time slowing as he pushed the ring box into your lap.

He was never going to give you a choice, but what he said was ultimately true.

“Just think,” Lando urged as you squeezed your eyes shut, allowing him to play with your ring finger. “Think about what you could have.”

You’d never really realized how much his scent stuck till you until now, wrapping around you and lingering softly. A part of you was tempted to lean into him, to let him guide you into this new reality.

Even if you hadn’t made up your mind, he likely already had.

“Fine.”

Wordlessly, the cold metal slipped on the finger he’d been tracing moments before, bringing up your hand to kiss it.

“See? You’re already one step closer.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You could only look at him, dried tear tracks sticky against the sudden cold draft of the air.

“It’s a promise,” he said, his thumb brushing over the ring as if it had already tied you together. “I won’t let you go just like that.”

You shuddered. 

There was no escaping him now. You were tied to him.

A sugar coated nightmare, it seemed.

[russellsppttemplates]

My person (Charles Leclerc)

Your brother's best friend is sure you were made for eachother

Note: english is not my first language. Most times I read a brother's best friend trope, it's usually the reader going after the boy, so I felt like doing things a little bit different (also, my brain got a bit jumbled because I was wondering about the perspective, and in the end I went with reader being Joris' twin). Also, I always feel a little bit of impostor's syndrome whenever I post these tropes for which I've read many great pieces about it, and I never know if my ones are good enough to be posted but we're going with it

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Most people thought having a twin brother was bitter sweet because while you had to share everything since the womb, you had a brother so there came a time where you wanted to have different toys, different rooms and different styles.

Different friends, however, was never a question. Even with different interests, you and Joris often came as a duo, so both of your friend groups were pretty close.

"We're going to Charles' apartment to watch the football game, are you joining us?", Joris asked, throwing himself on your sofa and partially occupying your personal space, "Marta is going to be over and I think she's taking Chiara with her, too".

You don't remember a time where Charles wasn't in your life. Your brother knew him since they were in kindergarten and so there wasn't a memory where he wasn't involved. Which brought you to the last time you were with him, just a week before.

Charles spent the afternoon with Joris at your brother's apartment, wanting to relax and game for the rest of the day.

"It's Y/N", Charles said as he gave Joris his ringing phone, your caller ID prompting him to pick the calk up right away, "can you come and get me, please?", he heard you faintly as Joris got up straight away, listening to whatever you were telling as he put on his trainers and jacket.

"Y/N needs me to pick her up from the café - turns out her date thought she wouldn't mind going home on her own", Joris rolled his eyes, "it will be quick, you're good on your own here?", he checked with Charles, "sure", the driver assured, unpausing the game and carrying on.

Another date and another disappointment for you, Charles thought. While you weren't as close as his brother was to him, he still knew about your life as much as your other friends, and lately you had been looking for someone, your person, you claimed. Luck had yet to join your search as every date you went on seemed to go between bad and awful.

If he had the courage to come clean about his feelings, maybe things would be different. For a while, yes, you were Joris' twin sister and that was it. You were a cool girl and he didn't mind spending time with you or having your hang out with their group, but things changed when you went to university.

Maybe it was your glow up, although you never needed one to catch his eye in the first place, but year after year, you grew to exude confidence, your natural beauty enhanced as you turned into a charming, caring and kind young woman.

Since he didn't want to ruin the bond you had, he watched it all happen from the sidelines. How happy you sounded whenever you had a date later in the week, whenever a cute guy came up to you in the club and how you squealed "I think this one might be the one!" as you excused yourself and declined dinner invitations from the group for a date.

He heard the door open and then close, footsteps approaching the living room as he paused the game just in time for you to sit on the sofa, "what's up, Leclerc?", you nudged his shoulder.

"I'm good, how are you?", he quesioned, "I guess that one isn't the love of your life either?", he semi joked.

"He was certifiable, at the very least", you began as the boys chuckled, "Hey! I'm qualified to make such appreciation! He kept talking about himself and he was borderline sexist, but then he said I would be fine going home on my own? I don't know, it was a mess and I can't believe I even experienced that - I'm going to pretend it was a fever dream", you shrugged your shoulders, "I was expecting to spend the afternoon with him - thank Goodness I didn't, - and the construction work at my place is still going so I don't have anywhere to go, I'm sorry if I'm crashing your afternoon", you gulped.

"It's fine, it's nice having company other than us two playing and screaming at eachother", Charles smiled as Joris shrugged his shoulders, "you're already staying her until the building work is done", you brother offered.

"I wasn't asking you, silly; you're my twin, dealing with me it's something that comes with the job", you winked.

When it came to dinner time, the three of you decided to have take out, your brother calling the restaurant and scheduling a time for him to pick it up, "I'm going to shower", you said as you got up from the sofa, heading to the guest room you were staying in.

By the time you got out, your heard Joris shout that he was leaving while you put on some comfy clothes for the evening in. When you went to the balcony so your towels could air dry for a bit, you sat in the padded chair, looking out to the sunset.

He would come, you thought. It wasn't particularly a manifestation or a "throw it at the universe" kind of thing, but rather something to reassure yourself. You were worthy of the standards you set for yourself and there was someone out there for you, and he would come.

"Hey", Charles stepped into the balcony, coming to sit in the chair next to yours, "a cent for your thoughts?", he smiled softly, the warm yellow and orange light hitting his eyes in a glowy hue.

"Do you believe that the right person for you is out there?", you shot softly.

"I know she is", Charles gulped, "Oh, confident!", you giggled softly, "but it's nice, better than being sulky like me".

"I'm not sure how much better it is. I know she is out there, but it's a little more complicated than just going up to her and tell her that", he played with hia thumbs.

"So you're chickening out?", you quirked your eyebrow, partly teasing him but genuinely curious about it. You didn't have enough fingers to count how many girls tried to approach you and befriend you with the only goal of getting into a friendship circle that would lead them to Charles, and he could probably chat up anyone he wanted, so it was hard for you to understand how he didn't have the love of his life with him yet.

"It's not chickening out if you think it might cause some issues with your friends, I think. I'm being prudent, that's all", Charles tried, wanting to take the opportunity to try and see where you stood. Girls were usually sharper than guys, so you said many times, maybe you'd take the hint.

"If I knew who the love of my life was, I would go to him and never look back. I know it sounds silly, but I wouldn't want to be away from him a second longer, it would be quite shitty if he was in a relationship", you mused, "but if we were really meant to be together - if it was a both ways kind of thing - he would know it, right? Goodness, sound a bit like a romantic sop, don't I?", you chuckled, "but I would fight for him, for us".

Charles felt inspired before he felt a little angry. Here you here saying you would fight until you found your person when he was right there. If it really worked as a both ways thing, you'd have to know and feel the person you kept looking for was him. He broke into a full belly laugh as he stated at you. No make-up, hair sitting in its natural wave and comfy clothes, you never looked so beautiful to him.

"Would you let me fight for us, too?", he mused quietly but loud enough for you to hear, "would you want me to do that?".

Giggling at him, you could only shake your head at his words, "I know this sound silly - Joris teases me enough about it enough", you groaned as your hands covered your face.

"I'm not joking or teasing", Charles clarified, turning to face you on the chair, "All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them", Charles stated, "whenever you talk about your dates before you go on them, you're so hopeful that that guy will be the one, you look forward to it like it will be that time, and you never looked at me that way when I constantly make efforts to hung the stars and the moon for you and stand there hoping they get to you".

His confession took you off guard. Charles just admitted he liked you, in a way with words that was more elaborate than what any of your dates had ever told you combined.

"I thought you were being nice?! Was this some sort of plan?!", you quesioned immediately. He had been around you your whole life, you surely would've noticed it, wouldn't you?

Charles chuckled in a way you found a smidge belittling, "it wasn't a plan! Y/N, I have not been planning this or doing some strategy, it just happened out of nowhere!", Charles bit back, "like you said, the person for me is out there and she's you!".

The noise from the door pulled both of you out your discussion, your brother's singalong voice announcing he was back with the food.

Dusting your sweatpants, you stepped back inside the living room, shaking off the jitters you had as your brother scrunched up his face, "is everything okay?", he asked.

"Of course, I'm just hungry and you drove like a grandpa here", you bickered back as Charles joined you at the table, "I'll get the cutlery and plates from the kitchen", you mumbled.

The dinner was eaten quietly on your side, Charles and Joris making most of the conversation as you exchanged a few looks with the Formula One driver, your twin brother seemingly obvious as he carried on as usual, "I'm going to bed", you said after helping tidy, "are you sure? We were going to watch something on TV?", Joris asked you.

"I'm getting a headache, so I'll pass, good night boys", you gave them tight lipped smile.

In the bedroom, you changed into your pyjamas and finished your night-time routine and got under the sheets, Charles' words replaying as you looked at the ceiling.

"Y/N? Are you joining us or not? Do you have any plans?", Joris insisted, "you've been weird lately", he pointed out.

"I'll join you, yes, just need to get my hoodie and then I'll be good to go", you scrambled out as your heart beat faster inside your chest.

Joris offered to drive to Charles' apartment, getting there when Riccardo, Marta and little Chiara were alresdy inside with Charles.

"The rest of the group couldn't come, so it's just us", Riccardo said as he noticed your expression, "what a shame, more food for us!", you smirked, sitting next to Marta and playing with the little girl on her lap, "hello, my love, hello!", you cooed in the voice you only had for babies, "look at you so grown up! You get more beautiful everytime I see you", you smiled, tickling her chin softly as she giggled loudly.

"Who did the roast potatoes last time we got together?", Joris stepped back into the living room, "I did", you stated as you grabbed one of the toys on the coffee table, ready to sit down on the floor so you and Chiara could play together.

"Don't sit down!", your brother yelled, "sorry, but you can't sit down - Charles needs help with the potatoes and he doesn't know the recipe like you do", he reasoned as you got up, trying not to show how much you didn't want to be in the same room alone with Charles. Watching football while having dinner with your group of friends was one thing, spending one on one time with Charles after what he said to you the last time was another.

"Hey", you said as you stepped into the kitchen, "Joris said you needed help, what can I do?".

Charles smiled a little, maybe at the irony of your quesion, "I don't know what seasonings to use in these", he said as he showed you the vegetable with the ones he already cut up.

"Okay, do you keep the spices in the same place?", you asked as he nodded, encouraging you to use his kitchen like it was your own.

Opening the cabinets and grabbing what you needed, you started mixing the ingredients and cutting up the ones you needed to, "can you get me the olive oil, please? I can't reach it", you asked and Charles complied, "thank you".

"Is this how this is going to be? Interacting like we haven't known eachother since we were little and like I haven't poured my heart out to you?", Charles said, arms crossed as he rested against the kitchen counter.

"I wasn't counting on you saying all of that, I was so caught off guard that I haven't been able to think about anything else in my off time!", you offered, setting the knife down on the chopping board.

"It's not like people have speeches ready and give of warnings when they're about to confess their feelings for someone... I myself wasn't expecting to do it until the words came out of my mouth", Charles gestured as if he was vomiting, "what do you expect it to be like anyway? People have to warn you they have feelings for you and ask if you want to hear it?! Is that what you want?".

"I want to feel loved, appreciated and valued. I want to be with someone that reminds me that I'm beautiful, that I'm smart and I'm wonderful. I want to share my life with someone who has no trouble with me wanting to have both career goals and family goals, I want someone who supports me as much as a support him, who is willing to do silly things because I enjoy them and who loves me for me, flaws and all", you let out in one go, "That's what I want".

Charles eyebrows climbed on his forehead, "Are you insinuating I can't give you that? Is that why we haven't spoken since that evening at Joris' place?".

"I'm saying you're my brother's best friend, and no matter how much I think you can do it - because you make me feel like that just from being my friend, imagine if we were dating -, I don't want to risk whatever we have, all of us", you gestured to the living room where the rest of the group was.

"Y/N", Charles pleaded, "you don't think I've thought about that? I didn't do it on a whim like you think I did, I've been sitting on this for quite a while, actually", he clarified, "I will respect whatever you decide, okay? But can't just sit and pretend that you don't want this thing between you and me as much as I do, because we could be so good-", he was interrupted as Marta crossed the corner and stepped inside the kitchen, "Charles, can I heat Chiara's soup on the microwave?", she asked with the small tupperware on her hands.

"Sure, here", he guided her as you resumed to seasoning the potatoes, putting them on the tray and then in the oven, "the game is about to start, hurry up!", Joris yelled.

"I'll just wash this, and that too", you took the tupperware's lid as well as the utensils you needed for the dressing.

"I need to cool it down a little, maybe in a bigger bowl", Marta said as Charles helped in getting the bowl from the cupboard as you set the utensils aside to dry, "Merci, Charles, off we go then", she said as she waited for you both to leave and go to the living room so she could follow you.

"Come here, sweet cheeks", you clapped at Chiara, taking her away from your brother's arms and putting her in the highchair so she could eat comfortably, "auntie Y/N is going to give you your delicious soup, yummy yummy", you smiled.

Charles couldn't help but take in the sight, how you made Chiara feel like she was the only person in the world as you smiled and spoke to her, finding a million and one ways to get her to eat the soup in the bowl.

The food was ready by the half-time break, so you all helped with bringing the food to the table, eating it as the team you were supporting ended up winning the game.

"She's knocked out", you pointed out to Riccardo, Chiara asleep in the little makeshift cot you made on the sofa with some pillows and blankets to make sure she was warm and secure.

"We can clean up, you guys go home and take this little princess to sleep in her own bed", Charles smiled, stroking the little girl's cheek softly as he watched her peaceful expression.

"You don't mind?", Marta wondered as the three of you nodded, helping the parents gather their daughter's belongings so they could leave, hoping she wouldn't wake up and make it harder for her to fall back asleep.

"Sweet dreams, petite fleur", you cooed as Marta cuddled Chiara into her chest, squeezing her small hand softly before they walked out of the door.

"These need to go on the dishwasher", you sorted through the plates and checked if they were safe to go on the machine as your brother help you.

"We should probably get going", Joris said, not wanting to overstay your welcome, "do you need anything else, Charles? Otherwise, me and Y/N will leave you to it", he said.

"Actually, me and Charles need to talk, if that's okay", you looked at the driver, catching him by surprise before he nodded in agreement.

Joris didn't dwell too much on it like you thought he would, "so you need me to come and pick you up or...?", he trailed before Charles saved you, "don't worry, I've got her", he stated.

When Charles accompanied your twin brother to the door, he was blunt and honest, "She's my sister, but there could be worse guys than you", Joris offered as Charles narrowed his eyes, "Oh, please, do you think I'm that blind? I've seen the way you look at her and how you always go above and beyond for her - she's just being too stubborn about it to see it, too. Still, if you ever break her heart or cause her any tears of sadness and anger, you're going to wish I didn't know so much about you", he threatened, although it didn't go as planned as they both laughed, "I trust you, there wasn't anyone I would trust like this", he sighed, "you're just lucky you have brothers, otherwise I might've taken revenge on you", he nudged his shoulder.

"I bet Lorenzo would enjoy a cuddle every now and again if you'd like", Charles giggled before he showed his seriousness again, "I just want this to work out between us, I think she's my person, you know?", he mused, realising how cliché and whipped he sounded, "I'll take care of her, you don't need to worry", he assured.

Charles closed the door and walked back to the living room where you sat down on the sofa, legs covered with one of the blankets, "I- thank you for staying back", he smiled, pointing with his eyes to the spot next to you silently asking if he could sit.

You opened the blanket so he could sit next to you and you could both keep warm, "I want to apoligise for not saying anything the last time we spoke, and for how I've handled this", you began, "I'm sorry, Charles", you said earnestly.

"Apology accepted", he nodded, "and did you just stay here to apoligise?", he quesioned.

"I- I thought we could have a date, sort of anyway", you mumbled, "and I could also tell you how I feel about you since it seems I owe you that with what you've told me", you looked into his eyes, "it wasn't that you were ever off bounds or anything like that, I never cared for those supposed rules, but it never occurred to me", you blurted and Charles quirked a brow, "shoot, that's not what I meant, ugh", you grunted as he soothingly rubbed your thigh, "what I meant is I always thought you'd never look at me that way - I'm Joris' twin - so I just took all of the affection I had for you and put it in a friendship feelings and all of the things you did for me, I thought you were just being nice because you're a nice guy", you clarified.

"Does this mean you're letting me treat you like you deserve? Because I plan on making sure you feel and know you're wonderful every single day", he smiled charmingly, confident words contrasting with his shy attempt of lacing your fingers together on his lap.

"How can you be so sure we are eachother's person?", you couldn't help but mumble, even if the butterflies in your stomach were dancing like they hadn't been in a long time, "I just know, and I'll help you see it, too", he smiled, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you to his chest, finding something to watch on the TV.

You both watched reruns of one of your favourite shows, pointing out little details you loved and talking about any topic that came to mind, and once Charles' body warmth and his touches along your arm caught up to your system and lulled you to sleep, your head finding it's spot on his chest as he smiled down at you, your beauty never ceasing to amaze him as he noticed every mole, freckle and scar on your face from up close.

Even if he didn't want to move, and that it wouldn't be the first time he slept on his sofa, he reasoned that he should at least offer you his bed. Softly stroking your cheek, he coaxed you to wake up, "I'm sorry for waking you up, but we can't sleep here", he whispered, kissing the side of your head, "you can sleep in my bed, I'll take the sofa", he offered as you stretched a little bit, removing yourself from his chest.

"If you promise you won't do any funny business, we can sleep in the same bed", you yawned.

"Of course I won't, Y/N! I would never do anything you didn't want to, I-", Charles panicked, not wanting you to think he was trying to take advantage of you.

"I'm only kidding, I know you won't", you assured, arms pulling him to stand up with you as you walked to the bedroom after turning everything off, "I trust you, Charles, completely", you smiled.

To him, it meant the world.

You felt his heart race when your hand landed on his chest, "I need a t-shirt, though, this is not comfy to sleep in", you reasoned as he looked for one on his drawers, "here, you can get ready here while I get ready in the bathroom", he smiled, kissing the top of your head before he stepped inside the ensuite.

After you swapped so you could brush your teeth, you were both undoing the bed, pulling the sheets back over you and having eachother.

"I really want to kiss you right now, but I don't want to cross any boundaries", Charles admitted as your heart raced in your chest, "I'd really like that, you can kiss me if you want", you consented.

Charles leaned to rub your nose in his before kissing your lips softly, allowing you both to revel in the feelings that had been put in labelled boxes at the back of your minds.

Parting your lips to breathe, you cupped Charles' cheek, your palm tickling from his facial hair as your thumb rubbed his skin, "I think you might be right", you mumbled, licking your lips, "about what?", he mused, "about the fact that you'll help me see it too", you smiled.

The next morning, you woke up with Charles looking at you, "Good morning, Y/N", he greeted, "See? I didn't pull any funny business", he wiggled his brows chuckling.

This was a sight you could get used to.

"Good morning", you smiled, "did you sleep well?", you wondered, pulling closer to him now that you were awake.

"I did, did you?", he asked and you nodded, cuddling closer to him and basking in the feeling of just being there.

"We are going to take this as slow as you want", Charles whispered against your forehead, leaving little kisses and pecks on your skin, "but I want you to know I'm all in".

"I'm all in, too", you whispered, "I can't promise you it will be a straight line - or that I won't spiral out every now and again because hey, it's me -, but I feel really good about this, you make me feel really good", you blushed as you kissed between his eyebrows, "having said this, not all of us have the day to do some training and sim racing, and I'm one of them. I have to go home to change and then head to the clinic", you pouted slightly.

"How about I make us some breakfast first, then I'll drop you off?", he suggested, stealing a peck from your lips, "hmm, sounds good", you hummed.

.

"Were you expecting us to be surprised?", Marta said as she and her family arrived in Charles' yacht, the three of them seeing you and Charles kissing at the table.

Throwing your head back in laughter as Charles walked up to help them inside, you shielded your eyes from the sun with your hand, "at least pretend you are", you joked.

"Oh my Goodness, I never thought you two would become a thing? Does this mean we can finally stop hearing your disgraced love life stories and Charles' complaints about who you went on a date with?", Riccardo belted out, catching the attention from a couple on the yacht next to the one you were sitting on.

"To be fair, that's how I noticed it", Marta began, "Charles didn't complain anymore about how he was alone and that the universe wasn't working on his favour", she smirked, greeting you two.

"We have been keeping it down low just to see how things would go", you blushed at getting caught and steering the conversation elsewhere once Chiara babbled at you, "Oh, baby girl, hello!", you cooed, pulling her into your arms.

"Soon enough you can get one of those, I bet your kid would be very very cute", Riccardo nudged Charles' shoulder, loving that the group now could have a few teasing moments and themes at your expense, all in good fun.

"What a warm welcome!", you heard your brother yell, a fake angry and ironic tone noticeable in his voice, "First, no one is here to greet me with a glass of something to drink or even a helping hand to step in", Joris clarified, "then I'm presented with a conversation about my sister's and my best friends sex life, which I don't want to know about by the way!!", he said as he came up to you, kissing the side of your head, "I'm happy she's happy, and that you're all happy together, but no talking about that, please!".

[fictionkinfessions]

not a confession, but im just curious! mpc, have you ever seen a confession on here that's made you want to get into a certain source?

surprisingly yeah!

homestuck, too dated to read as an adult with a functioning brain in the year idk 2020? ish? I tried the semi official audio book / read along and hated the voice actor sorry couldn't do it. Love the concept but its impenetrable to me. the music is excellent though, I recall spending one full year of listening to nothing but the soundtracks on "repeat 1" for various songs. dance of thorns, eternity served cold, austin Atlantis , creation, violet prince, rex duodecim angelus,, lifdoff, pumpkin party in sea whatevers water apocalypse, THE LORDLING,three in the morning, ok stop typing before you list all the songs!!!

the final fantasy xvi? the one that has ignis and gladiolus, good bird doggies. loved the car 😘

orv, which confused and disgusted me. I dont understand the literary device. it's like explaining a nuclear plant to a bird.

this one childrens horror novel about cursed dolls, cant remember that title sorry. It was ok. I think I'd enjoy it more if I were in the intended age audience for the novel.

the coffin of andy and leyley: amazing story telling about a capitalist hellworld. I can't remember the let's player but def check if it's the latest playthrough since theres been updates.

look outside: fantastic cosmic horror video game btw. dodges stale tropes, no racist lovecraft stuff, as charming as it is repulsive, does not shy away from including child as victims of this horror. I watched this full playthrough commentary. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLANLy0-qcuzTv9L_YAFiHu6edccTsND7J the let's player, CullenDaGaDee, also has a thread on the SA forums which goes into more detail about the game: https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=4087411

clair obscur: stunning, sad, didnt care for the fighting parts sorry. hated the one black character died at the start but like. I know how french people are like. 👤

I also almost got into danganronpa, but I've never found a good sslp.  I'm not watching 300 hours of vlp, my brain does not allow that.

sort of related but shout iut to Maeltopia folks. I tried your source, could get into it, and was surprised to see you all popping up here. of all the podcasts, that one?!? most people dont like Horror, unless that's just my attention bias.

oh theres also some niche indie horror video games but I can never find the time to play them or the let's plays for them.

so yeah anyways if you also got into a source via this blog, do share?

[morrisredemptionarc]

what would the villagers get tiktok famous for!

OOOOOOH BOY OKAY first of all anon, i’m so sorry it took so long (years?) to get this done!! We did the classic "stopped playing stardew for a while and now i have my two weeks of obsession" thing going on rn Just doing the marriage bachelors in this post, but I have ideas for what some of the non marriage candidates might go viral for that I might make a second post for!

Abigail

Variety account, but lots of clips of all her gaming fails

She also does a lot of skits based off of the games she plays! No cosplay though, she just does the thing where she puts random things on her head to signify a new character :’)

Surprisingly doesn't post too much and when she does, there's not really a theme, so she doesn't keep a following

She's having fun with it though

Alex

Started by intentionally posting thirst traps

Has comments that are just variations of “GO WHITE BOY GO!”

Sometimes includes Dusty in his videos.

Also posts with his grandparents sometimes and the crowd LOVES it

I can see him posting videos of him cooking with his grandparents or just their daily lives

Elliott

He posted a video of the beach and flipped the camera to show his face

Booktok found him and deemed him their boyfriend

Eventually, Elliott got into the ASMR scene where he reads books on live in his cabin

At some point, he starts promoting his own books

People think he's playing a character but no, he's really just like that

Emily

Divination, specifically cleromancy!

It started off as people wanting actual readings and she'll do quick yes or no answers

But at some point, people started getting weird with it

Things we've learned from Emily's videos: aliens exist and don't want us, Mothman's ass really is that big, Bigfoot and Sasquatch and all the rest of those types of cryptids are part of the same family

Haley

Painting time lapses!

She doesn't do voice overs or any major edits

Just a speedpaint

Her face is actually never shown on the videos themselves

But she has a semi successful online shop where she sells her prints

Harvey

This was an idea that me, @doctordumptruck , and another friend talked about on our group chat, and something Moss posted about on his blog, but Harvey starts off with an educational account

It doesn’t blow up until he does a video where he demonstrates something standing up and all the comments noticed his dumptruck ass <3

When he first started, the quality of his videos were Not It. Maru now helps with the production of the videos

That doesn’t stop him from making responses with shaky camera work and harsh lighting from the clinic

Overall charming account, but there’s big dorky father energy there

Leah

She posts all her DIYs on her account!

Doesn’t really show her face much in the videos, but she does have a nice voice, so people stay for it

It's very low stimulation, easy to watch kind of vibes

GREAT for people who get overwhelmed easily!!

CEO of trust the process

Maru

Michael Reeves vibes, only more family friendly

It does still have the same energy though

Quick, fast paced, stupid inventions that are absolutely useless

Have you ever seen a refrigerator that launches cold brew at you in the mornings if you open it?

Sebastian has

He wasn’t even mad about it, just confused

She also just talks a LOT about space on her account

Penny

She’s a cosplayer 100% this is the ONE thing that she does for herself

She does keep her private life private, and most people who follow her don’t know what she looks like outside of cosplay

Absolutely amazing at sfx makeup! Every single character she does looks like a completely different person

Penny started cosplaying with characters from favorite childhood books, and some of the book series that Jas and Vincent have shown interest in

She actually surprises the kids sometimes by hanging around town as some of their favorite characters!

Sam

He’d start a band account with Abby and Seb

If you’re aware of the kpop group Seventeen, their tiktok account was recently set to private because someone set their account’s birthday as the debut day of the group so tiktok thought the account was a child’s.

Sam did the same thing with their first account and had to make a new one lmao

Sam is the one mostly on the account though and he does a mixture of skits based on his experiences with Vincent, short videos of him playing guitar, and various challenges he thinks would be fun

Sebastian

On his personal, he wouldn’t show his face much, but will update everyone on his frog sanctuary (imagine he has one even if he wasn’t married to farmer)

People would eventually figure out that he’s the same guy Maru pulls pranks on, as well as the keyboardist in Sam’s band

There have been attempts from the comments that he should do a thirst trap. He refuses to do so on his frog sanctuary account, but Sam convinced him to at least do a joke one on the band account

People still request them anyway

Shane

OKAY SO you know his 6 heart event where you can see him filming an ad for Joja Cola with Clint and Emily?

He started getting really into making short films

There's not really intros to his videos and they're all shot horizontal

A lot of videos flopped but Shane doesn't really mind

But then he posted a really short one featuring the big tree in the forests and people really liked that

And more and more people started requesting he film more of the town he lives in

Also he is GREAT at color grading

BONUS:

Maru's the only person in town who knows about Penny’s account. She helps with the props and lighting

Elliot and Shane started becoming friends too because of their accounts. They sometimes collab by bringing Elliot’s stories to life through Shane’s skills with filmmaking!

[iwasabs]

THIN WALLS

hatefucks are the best way to make up after a fight. you gotta follow your instincts, even next to a room filled with your friends

pairing miya atsumu x fem!reader

content contains rough sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, semi-public sex, abrasion kink, asphyxiation kink, praise kink, possessive characters, jealousy, slight age gap (feel free to add anything i missed in the comments)

A.N. THIS IS A POST HIGH SCHOOL SCENARIO, CHARACTERS ARE 18+. please read the informations above carefully. if ANY of the contents triggers you, DO NOT read this post. if you're a minor, please scroll. requests on my blog are open.

The noise of the ball slamming on the ground and the screams of joy echoing throughout the gym won't stop pounding your head. The friendly match has been going on for the past hour and a half. As a manager, you're sitting on the bleachers with your team, Inarizaki, and Nekoma and Fukurodani. Every time you glance at Atsumu, you clench your fists harder, remembering the little encounter he had earlier. You've never been the jealous type, the main reason being you never had a relationship this serious, but also the fact that you always dated nerdy guys who weren't that much on the cute side.

Three years ago, at the beginning of your first year, you met Atsumu. He was five years older than you and everybody knew him because of his undeniable volleyball skills that brought so much fame to your school and his innate charm. He's one handsome motherfucker. You two are the definition of she fell first, he fell harder. Being older than you, he didn't really notice you three years ago, but, when you contacted him as a manager earlier this year, he couldn't help but notice how well you grew up. As soon as you turned eighteen, six months ago, you started dating. Since then, you have to push back girls and boys with a bat, because your boyfriend surely doesn't go unnoticed. Now that he's the official setter of MSBY, he and his teammates offered to host matches in their gym every now and then to play against the Inarizaki team and raise the bar. As soon as the news spread, these matches have been crowded with fans. It's a shame the MSBY gym is enormous because it's getting almost impossible for you to contain your boyfriend's groupies.

Today, things have reached a new low point. Usually, people stop at comments about his beauty or his muscles, but earlier, you witnessed a gut-wrenching scene: a girl, probably a couple years older than you, whispered something in Atsumu's ear, then took a picture of the both of them, fiercely touching your boyfriend's bicep. With steam coming out your ears, you ran towards them, clearing your throat.

'You should head to the field, baby. We'll start training in a few minutes.' you said, crossing your arms under your chest and glaring at the skank. She willingly ignored you, pressing a kiss on Atsumu's cheek and waving him goodbye.

He must've heard the sound of your blood boiling, because he tried to say something, but you pushed him away and sprinted to the field.

So now you're here, sitting on the bleachers, enraged with your boyfriend because he's too hot to walk on this earth. When the match ends, both teams sit in a circle, discussing the game together. Your intense staring activity gets interrupted by a first-year student, whose name you never remember, who slightly taps your shoulder to get your attention. He's a very shy guy, but you were told he's got the biggest crush on you, so you always try to be nice.

'Y/n s-senpai, I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to thank you for your help with my English class. I passed the test' he stutters, eyes on the ground.

You let out a scream of joy, getting a few people's attention, then jump on your feet and hug the guy tightly. He's shorter than you, so his face is basically squashed between your generous boobs. you smile at his flustered cheeks and wave at him, watching as he literally runs away. A weird feeling on the back of your head makes you turn around, facing Atsumu's face. Every crumb of anger disappears when you notice he's clenching his jaw so hard he'll probably break a tooth. Unlike you, he was born jealous. Even when his teammates and best friends spoke to you, he couldn't stand it.

Totally ignoring him, you turn you back on him and wait outside.

After getting takeout food and drinks, you head to Bokuto's house to spend some time with Atsumu's friends. You two haven't spoke to eachother since the skank-incident and everybody noticed a little tension. When your boyfriend has the audacity to sit next to you on the couch and rest his hand on your inner thigh, you quickly get up.

'What the hell do you think you're doing, Miya?' you try to keep your voice down so you don't cause a scene in front of everybody.

'What do you think? I'm trying to touch my girl, who's been ignoring me the whole day.' his tone is louder, so everybody turns around.

'I'm not doing this with you.' you say grabbing your purse.

You hear Atsumu calling you multiple times, but you ignore him and proceed to greet the others. You're about to hug Bokuto when Atsumu suddenly grabs your arm and tries to stop you from leaving.

'C'mon baby. What's going on?' he says in a softer voice.

'I'm not your baby. I'm sure that whore left you her number, so feel free to call her and leave me alone' you say, basically screaming. you hear the others' giggles, so you try to pull away, but Atsumu picks you up, resting his palm on your butt.

'Leave me alone, you perv!' you scream hitting his back.

He fixes you on his shoulder and takes you to the kitchen, slamming the door.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing, y/n. Why are you acting like a baby?' he says with a confused and slightly annoyed tone.

'Me? A baby? Atsumu, do you know how tiring can be being with you?' you push his chest.

'Everyday a new threat, always somebody around you, complimenting and touching you' you push his chest again.

'I'm tired, Atsumu. I'm fucking tired.' you start punching his chest, until he grabs your wrists and stops you, pushing you against the kitchen counter.

'You're so worried about people around me, but what about you, uh?' he hisses.

You give him a confused look. He runs his finger on your throat, then squeezes your cheeks with his big, calloused hand, forcing you to look at him.

'You always run around in this flimsy shirt so those suckers you go to school with can't help but look at your boobs. And you put on this ridiculously short skirt and these stockings that could turn on a dead man. Always smiling at everybody, playing with your hair or biting your nails when you're annoyed.' he whispers in your ear, his hand lowering to squeeze your neck.

'W-what are you talking about' you say and he tightens his grip. You slightly arch your back, getting aroused and feeling Atsumu's grin in the crook of your neck. He knows you like it. In a split second, he spins you around, grabbing your hair in his fist.

'Do you like that loser you hugged on the bleachers today?' he whispers again. You grin. Let's play.

'He's cute' you answer. He pulls your hair and you let out a moan. He presses himself into you and you feel him hardening.

'Do you think he could fuck you the way I do?' he asks, spreading his hand on your belly, pushing your body harder against his.

'I don't know, but I'm sure he can't wait to' you smugly reply. In a heartbeat, his hand shifts from your belly to your stockings, ripping them apart. He touches your panties and lets out a bold laugh.

'Are you getting wet while we fight, y/n?' he asks, biting your earlobe.

You don't answer, so he moves your panties to the side and with no warning enters you with two fingers. You let out a loud moan, so he covers your mouth with his hand.

'Oh, come on baby. Do you want everybody to hear how I fuck this little brat attitude out of your body? Be a good girl and let me use your little pussy.'

He grabs your neck again, pumping two fingers in and out your wet core. You try to grab the counter to stabilise yourself, but he brings your body back, resting it on his chest. The moment he adds a third finger, you feel your knees weaken.

' 'tsumu' you moan.

'What, baby?'

'Please.' you whine, moving your hips to add friction.

'So eager to come on my fingers, aren't you, little one?'

You whimper, nodding your head. He fucks you with his fingers deeper and deeper, until he touches that soft, spongey spot that gives you the most pleasure. A powerful orgasm reaches every end of your limbs, making you shiver. You look at the ground, where a puddle of clear liquid is staining the floor. You flinch and cover your mouth, trying to get away from Atsumu, but your legs still feel numb, so you trip. Atsumu catches you immediately, spinning you around.

'Look at you, princess. You squirted for me like a good girl. You don't have to be ashamed of yourself.' he says, caressing your cheeks, his fingers still soaked in your juices.

You look down, embarrassed, when you notice his prominent hard-on. He chuckles.

'Would you mind helping me with that?' he asks with a cocky smile, rubbing your cheek. You grab his hand, guiding his fingers into your mouth and sucking on them. His expression suddenly changes, his eyes shining with mischief.

'On your knees, little one' he says, and you instantly drop on the ground, your stockings getting drenched in your squirt. You carefully pull his sweats down and free him of his underwear. His cock bounces on your nose and you grab it with both hands, unable to circle it with only one palm. You give it a couple strokes, spreading the precum leaks with your thumb. While circling the tip, you give it wet kitten licks, tasting his aphrodisiac flavour. One of you hands automatically moves to his balls, the other one still stroking his length, while you put him in your mouth. You feel his breath hitching, his hands pressed on the counter. You slowly start moving your head up and down, reaching half of his shaft, stroking with your hand where your mouth can’t reach.

‘Princess please, try harder. Need you to swallow my cock’ he says, biting his lips. You try to suck deeper, but you gag on his girth, making him even harder. You pull him out with a loud pop, inhaling some air while still coughing.

‘ ‘m sorry baby I can’t, you’re too big.’ you say, cleaning the mix of precum and saliva from your mouth. Atsumu grabs your hair and guides your mouth back to his cock.

‘One more time baby, c’mon’ he asks slowly guiding your head up and down. After a couple seconds you gag again.

‘Don’t stop, little one. I need you pretty mouth now.’ he says with a voice so sensual you feel like the most beautiful girl on heart. You ignore the gag and keep sucking on his cock. You feel him growing impatient, moving your head faster, until he’s unable to control himself anymore and starts moving his hips. He quickly speeds up his tempo, fucking your mouth with his whole cock. Every time he slams on the back of your throat, he speeds up, shamelessly moaning. You’ve always loved how vocal he can get when he feels pleasure.

‘So hot and wet. My little princess. ‘mh f-fuck- taking me so- ‘mhg- so well, choking on my dick.’

The room is filled with your gagging sounds and his moans. You feel his heavy balls tighten.

‘Close your eyes, baby’ he says. After a couple seconds, you feel his cum dripping down your throat and filling your mouth. You plan to swallow every drop of it, but Atsumu pulls out, grabbing his cock with his hand and coming allover you face, covering your cheeks, lips and forehead in thick ropes of white cum. He grabs you from the ground and drops you on the counter. He slowly gathers every drop of his cum from your face, making you suck it from his fingers. You look at him with the biggest doe eyes, instantly feeling him hard again.

‘What are you doing to me’ he says, resting his forehead on yours. you cup his face with your hands.

‘Fuck me’ you tell him with the most innocent look.

He doesn’t waste a second spreading you legs and, hand on his cock, guiding himself inside you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, slamming his whole cock inside your cunt, balls deep. You scream in both pain and pleasure, grabbing the skin of his back and scratching it. He gets harder at the slight pain caused by your scratches, so he starts moving inside you with a soft pace, that quickly speeds up, fiercely thrusting inside you. He covers your neck in bites and hickeys. Still weak from the precious orgasm, you become a blabbering mess, holding onto him for dear life.

‘ mhg- g-god, ple-please daddy’ you whimper. Hearing you call him daddy makes him spin you around, chest on the counter. He’s now pounding inside you with a wild strength, your boobs spilling out your bra. You don’t usually call him that, but it’s not the first time you notice he likes it.

‘ ‘m gonna fill you s- mhn fuck- so much you’ll have my babies, belly so big everybody will know how well i stuffed you. F-fuck- be so fucking good taking care of our children.’

He grabs your hair with one hand, using the other to cup your boob. The powerful thrusts and the obscene sound of his balls slapping your butt are the last straw that gives you the second orgasm of the night. Atsumu fucks your sensitive pussy until he comes too, spilling inside you.

He grabs your hips and helps you sitting on the counter, with your boobs still out of your bra, your ripped stockings and cum dripping down your legs. He squeezed his cock back into his underwear, adjusting his pants. He grabs your leg, taking off your stockings and throwing them in the bin. He cleans your legs and the floor, while you fix your hair and your shirt. Once he’s done, he looks at you, positioning himself back between your legs. He kisses you, resting his hand on your cheek. You stroke his hair and moan into his mouth.

‘Princess if you go on like this i’m gonna get hard again’ he says, grabbing you by the hips and putting you back on the ground. He rests his hands on your shoulders, guiding you back to the living room, where everybody’s staring at the both of you with smiles and grins.

‘y/n, i’m so sorry about your stockings’ Bokuto says, making everybody laugh.

‘I-Im going to the bathroom’ you say embarrassed, knowing that everybody heard how much you like to be fucked by Atsumu. You kiss your boyfriend on the lips, then head to the bathroom, while he slaps your butt before sinking on the couch with a satisfied smile.

[wings-of-ink]

hi! I'm new to your blog so this might be a dumb question but is nathan the secret ro? or will there be some way to end up with him in-game?

Welcome my new friend! That's not dumb at all! He's been a semi-popular dude much to my happy surprise, and you're not the only one to wonder - in retrospect he has some "Big RO energy," lol. I will say, you might, hmmm, learn a bit on the mystery RO in the coming chapter though. ^_^

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[larude]

ANTONIO 'ANTHONY' LAZZARO

❝ Yₒᵤ cₐₙ ᵣᵤₙ ₐwₐy fᵣₒₘ ₘₑ, bᵤₜ yₒᵤ cₐₙ'ₜ ᵣᵤₙ ₐwₐy fᵣₒₘ wₕₒ wₑ ₐᵣₑ...

ₒᵣ wₕₒ wₑ wₑᵣₑ, mₐᵣi. ❞

[ indp antonio 'anthony' lazzarro, It 2017 oc ]  indie,  semi-selective blog for ANTONIO LAZZARO an Original Character for  𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐈𝐓 (2017) chapter 1 & 2 || separate experiences - @d3athiscooll @hopelessgirrl @spellmanmorningstarr !!

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

1. pedos, homophobics or any weird acc dni or block me. dont even think about interacting.

2. everything i write comes from my head, i do not use any kind of ai. if u do, maybe reconsider.

3. i roleplay as a hobby, i am active at any hour. Dont hesitate to roleplay with me ! ;)

4. in derry, nobody's history is sunshine and rainbows. this blog will mention violence, cussing, bullying, past toxic relationship and others. if you have any kind of trigger and want to mention in the rp, contact me first

𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬

(and basic info!)

name: antonio 'anthony' lazzarro

age: 14

birthday: 13/04/1975

personality: Sarcastic, charming and passive-aggressive; Extremely manipulative and emotionally controlling; Intelligent, smooth-talking and with a sense of superiority; Charismatic in public, but toxic and cold behind the scenes; Obsessed with control and image.

hobbies: Fashion, video games, sports, debate club.. Write in his diary (yes he has a diary.)

ethnicity: Italian father, Mexican-American mother

appearance: Dark brown hair, straight and styled with style. Intense and penetrating brown eyes. Light brown skin. Wears designer clothes, always looking impeccable. Naturally sarcastic and confident expression.

height: 1.65

biography :

Antonio 'Anthony' Lazzaro was borned in Derry, Maine, where looking good was a big deal. His dad, Giovanni Lazzaro, runs some Italian restaurants and is quite important there. His mom, Camila, whose parents came from Mexico, works as a lawyer.

Since he was little, Anthony learned to keep his feelings in, stay cool, and never look weak, like everything had to be just right for everyone else.

At school, Anthony was quick to rise to the top of the crowd. With his good looks, charisma and clever mind, he made up a group of the "famous ones" - tidy, somewhat stuck-up students who owned the corridors with a quiet but strong air.

Even though he wasn't part of Henry Bowers' gang, Anthony and his friends had a clever way of dealing with them, using their fame to give them a few scares and boss them around without getting their hands dirty at the time.

A crazy change happened to Anthony when he bumped into Mariana Yamada Hockstetter. She was quite unique - calm, thoughtful, and super smart. He was drawn to her at the start, and Mariana, who was alone and recently dealing with her mom's death, got a bit closer to him. Their thing began like it was all fun, but Anthony then showed what he was really like: controlling, green-eyed, and sneaky.

He didn't hurt her, but he held her back with harsh words, disguised jealousy and emotional tricks. He claimed to love Mariana, but he wouldn't let her grow away from him. He wanted her to need him - in her heart, in her friendships, in everything, basically.

When Mariana began to drift away, even more so after joining the Losers, Anthony didn't like it at all. Even less so when she started dating Fulton.

Even when it's over, he reappears, saying he's changed, with strange looks, wanting to enter her mind with phrases from the past, almost a lament. He never forgot her... because, for him, Mariana should never have escaped his grasp.

tags!: @venuscheered @marshbevvie @money-girls-death @kenzyduchanne-offical @itsyourgirlkenzy @itsdestinycriss @knyontop @solitudefears @graveyards-end-cigarettes @lolita-hocksetter @loook-behind-you

[demonic0angel]

The first chapter of Ghost Games is out!

Tags (I couldn't tag some of you T-T): @kiracandephoenix, @emergentpanda-blog, @hilariousseagoat, @starlightcat04, @krzys2000, @samaraistop, @cat-in-a-fedora, @tkiesai, @lordfirecat2004, @kitkat-4772, @mad-hatter5709, @tired-0f-1ife, @fuyuthefoxwriter, @hellodimond, @cosmicentity27

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He opened his eyes to green. Startling, he sat up straight in his seat.

He looked down at himself, turning his limbs this way and that. He was wearing a black and white tracksuit and he was sitting alone on a row next to the window. Outside was complete and utter darkness. Instinctively, he knew that he should be careful and so he cautiously turned his head to look around.

He was sitting in a bus, one that was filled with creatures and monsters and people. Most of the seats were filled, but it wasn't too packed. Behind him, there were two normal-looking people. He didn't know what was exactly normal, but his subconscious seemed to know.

One of them was a boy with a green mask, wearing an outfit that was red, yellow, green, and black. His hair was black and he was charming, looking barely 14 years old. The person sitting next to him was a pretty teenage girl with long red hair, a turquoise headband with pants the same color and a black turtleneck.

She was awake and she was also staring at him with blue green eyes.

"Hello," she said cautiously.

He couldn't help but smile. "Hello. What's your name?"

She stared at him unabashedly, her expression was surprisingly gentle. "I don't know. You?"

"Same." She was familiar to him in a good way. He knew instinctually, that she was annoying and occasionally a nuisance but also the one person he could trust without hesitation. It was a strange feeling, like he loved her but he didn't know why.

"Do you know why we're here?" She asked and he shook his head. She sighed, closing her eyes to lean back against her seat. Then she opened her eyes again and said, "I can't remember anything. This... this situation isn't normal at all."

He shrugged again. A few moments later, the boy sitting next to the girl stirred and woke up. His eyes were covered with his mask, but he could tell that the boy was looking around at everything with a sharp gaze.

"Hello." He took the lead in introducing himself as he noticed the girl's shyness.

The boy paused, staring at him with wide white eyes. "... hello. My name is Robin."

Surprise filled him. "Robin? You know your name?"

"... I suppose so. You don't?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "The two of us don't remember anything. Do you know what's going on?"

The boy shook his head and he looked honest as he said, "No, I don't know anything. All I remember is that I was called Robin."

He couldn't help but grin. "Mind if we borrow the theme?"

Robin blinked and shook his head.

Before he could say anything, the girl brought out her hand for a handshake. "Then call me Nightingale."

He blinked and swallowed back the word on his tongue. "Call me Sparrow."

Robin smiled.

Before they could ask each other more questions for information, the speakers overhead crackled and the bus began to slow. The driver got off of his seat and turned around to gave the passengers.

Nightingale gasped when she saw him.

Half of his face had melted into a fleshy pulp while the other half had completely rotted off to show off a shiny skull. He was wearing a neat green uniform as he spoke, his voice echoing eerily, "Welcome, passengers, to the Night Bus. All you need to know is that you will be connected to a system which will tell you everything you need. Complete the scenario and survive. If you accomplish this...." His messed up face pulled and twisted into something like a mockery of a smile. "Maybe good things will come your way."

In that moment, a screen popped up in Sparrow's vision.

It was light green and semi-translucent, like a video game pop up.

It read:

[Welcome! Thank you for choosing to participate in the Nightmare Games! To earn a wish, complete scenarios! Earn cards to help you, unlock different paths and endings, and make parties! The system will be here to provide information for scenarios and keep track of you and your things. Good luck!]

"Party?" Sparrow said aloud in surprise and Robin, from behind him, voiced his confusion.

Sparrow felt a bit silly for knowing what it meant while Nightingale and Robin looked distinctly confused. "It's like... when you make friends in a game, you can make a party together." He turned back around to investigate his system notification, but it only seemed to be there as a message and nothing else.

Nightingale tapped on his shoulders and when he turned to her, she was looking at him with bright eyes. "How do we do that?"

Sparrow smiled awkwardly. "No clue."

She sighed then, dejected, but didn't say anything as their systems rang with more notifications.

[The next scenario will now begin. Uploading information...

East High School

Objective: Survive for a week within the school while uncovering the urban legend.

You will be given the role of a 'student'.

As a newcomer, here is a hint: At 12-3 AM is when it is most dangerous.]

The bus stopped and the passengers growled and hissed at each other, trying to leave. Robin went ahead and Sparrow quickly followed, not wanting to be left behind. Nightingale hesitated only for a moment before following.

Sparrow asked them if they got the same hint and they all nodded. Looking around at everyone else, the three of them were conspicuous. Nightingale was taller than them both, but even she couldn't offset the fact that they were the only children in the group. A creature with a wolf for a head sneered at them.

"I wonder how the three of you got here," he said it like he was deliberately provoking them.

Robin and Sparrow bristled, but only Robin quickly calmed.

Sparrow raised an eyebrow and snarked, "I could say the same to you, furball."

He had a faint feeling of deja vu like he should've been speaking another language to this wolf person, but he quickly brushed it off. His memories were all gone, so these feelings were only irritating to him.

The wolf guy growled at him, and a person with blue skin quickly pulled him back. "Don't argue with a kid." With that, they walked away.

Sparrow was furious at the thought of being underestimated, especially so because their tone was blatantly mocking. He was almost about to run after them and start yelling when Nightingale curled her hands around his shoulders and said, "Don't make a fuss."

Sparrow, despite feeling like she was irritating, obediently listened to her. Robin patted him on the back in comfort.

The passengers all left the bus in an disorganized manner. Around them were several more buses, filled with creatures and humans and other things. They were all likely players as well.

Sparrow tried his best to count them and only reached 30 before he gave up. The school in front of them was large, enormously so, and it say on top of a large barren hill. There were concrete sidewalks all around, but the high school looked oddly alone and creepy. The sky was a dark gray, covered with heavy clouds and the wind blew against them, stinging with its chill.

There was a sharply dressed woman who was waiting for them in front of the school.

"Students!" She said sharply. "You're late!" She beckoned them with a clawed finger. "Come, follow me."

They all did so. As they trekked up the hill, one of the bus passengers approached the woman with a flattering smile.

"Hello, Miss. Could I ask—"

"You will call me Madam." She interrupted curtly. Looking closer at her, she had deep bags underneath her eyes and sunken in features. "I am the principal of East High School. As students, you will respect authority." Then she went on to ramble about the rules of the school. Both Robin and Nightingale looked like they were listening properly to her long winded spiel, so Sparrow let his mind wander as he silently observed the other bus passengers.

Was this some sort of game? The system seemed to imply that it was, but Sparrow felt like he couldn't be too careful. The feeling of knowing but not knowing made his emotions a storm. The paranoia and danger he felt in an unknown situation twisted with trust in himself and strangely enough, his two companions. The familiarity as well as the strangeness of the situation created a confusing concoction.

They all continued to follow the principal as she led them around the school. It looked as though it used to be this beautiful and amazing institution but now it looked desolate and strange. They hardly saw any teachers or students as they walked around.

The school itself was an oddly built place. The facilities were out of reach for many of the students. For example, the football field was a drivable distance away, and the fine arts building was built across the parking lot. But who was Sparrow to judge?

He didn't even have memories.

The tour ended at the dormitories, which was located right next to the cafeteria but was only attached to half of the classrooms. The other half was still some distance away. The entire thing was very inconvenient.

"What a weirdly built school," Robin said aloud.

"You think so too?" Sparrow asked, as Robin nodded.

The principal beckoned to the bus passengers and said, "Ladies, over here!"

Nightingale looked at them for a moment before she stepped forward with a few more people. The assortment of females left with the principal, leaving the males behind in a cluster. Sparrow noticed the people around them looking at him and Robin with sharp eyes, as if they were about to bite into them the moment they lowered their guard.

"Uhm," Sparrow started, pinching Robin's sleeve to get his attention. Robin glanced at him through the white lenses of his mask. "Do you wanna room together?"

Robin smiled. "Sure. Let's go pick out a room."

They quickly left and found a small room to themselves before locking the door and then picking a bed. The room they were inside was very small, with two beds on either side of the wall and a window in the middle. Two desks and cabinets were placed on opposite sides of the room and two doors, one for a small closet and a bathroom attached.

Sparrow collapsed on top of his bed, but Robin didn't touch his yet. Instead, he was looking around the room and inspecting everything.

"What are you looking for?" Sparrow asked.

"Clues," Robin answered as he rifled through the empty cabinets next to the beds. "We have to find out what the urban legend is to get out, remember?"

Sparrow got off the bed and nodded, swiftly picking up his mattress to look underneath it. Together, the two of them scoured the entire room but didn't find anything. Sparrow scratched his head and said, "Maybe the urban legend isn't about the dorms? Should we look at the library?"

Robin nodded. "Good idea, Sparrow. But... it's becoming dark out and the curfew is 7." They both turned to the single window outside that barely showed the darkening horizon and then at the clock on the wall, which had two hands that were nearing 7 o'clock.

Sparrow clicked his tongue and then said, "Why don't we just sneak out?"

Robin eyed him. "You weren't listening at all to the principal, were you?"

Sparrow avoided his sharp gaze. "... no."

Robin sighed but didn't sound angry. "We can't act rashly. Her words seemed to imply that as long as we don't get caught, we'll be fine but..." Robin hesitated. "I... I don't know what could happen. I don't have any memories and this is something I have never experienced before. I think. So it's better to just listen for now and find out the limits of what we can do in the morning."

It seemed as though the lack of memories made him more unsure of everything, but Sparrow could tell that he was experienced. His demeanor and attitude was calm and professional. Compared to Sparrow's go-with-the-flow plan of everything, Robin seemed more put together and mature than him.

But because of that, Sparrow also hesitated. "... okay. Then let's spend a night here and see what happens tomorrow? Maybe we can talk to Nightingale or something? Since she's in the girls' dorm?"

Robin nodded again. "Let's do that." They found uniforms in the closets and toothbrushes in the bathroom that was attached to their room.

Sparrow stared at his reflection within the bathroom. His face was young, and his eyebrows were black, contrasting with his silvery white hair. His eyes glowed green and he looked a little inhuman. Soft freckles lit up like stars when he tilted his face.

He was like some strange star given human form.

He didn't hate it, but he definitely knew that he wasn't normal. When he opened his mouth, he even had fangs.

"Are you done?" Robin called from behind the bathroom door and Sparrow hurriedly went to brush his teeth.

The two of them prepared for bed in relative silence and went to bed. Sparrow found it odd and funny that Robin still wore his mask to sleep but he didn't mention it as they both laid there.

As Sparrow laid on his bed in the darkness, everything was much too quiet and the reality of his situation hadn't quite set in yet. He still felt dazed and confused. He was also filled with the urge to find someone to hug and get comfort from.

"Robin?" He asked.

There was a soft hum of acknowledgment from the other bed.

"..." he didn't know what to say. He just felt anxious, like he needed to say something.

Robin then made a shushing noise. "Just sleep. I'll protect you if anything happens, okay?"

Sparrow's heart felt a little sore. They didn't even know each other.

"Me too." Sparrow said. Then softer, he said, "Thanks."

"Of course. I'm Robin after all."

That seemed to have mean something, but Sparrow didn't know what. What did robins have to do with anything?

Still, as if his name held some sort of magic when said aloud, Sparrow's eyes began to drift close. Finally, he fell asleep into a deep sleep.

At least, that was until he woke up with the sound of a shrill, mournful wail of a man.

Both he and Robin snapped their eyes open and sat up. They took one look at each other through the darkness before they scrambled out of bed.

Just what was going on?

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*looks at my other fics and chuckles awkwardly* I make no promises to finish this. If there are any questions, feel free to ask!

This fic is inspired by this AU.

Thank you to my beta @meditating-cat! I seriously appreciate it!

[charmfamily]

I got tagged for "People I want to get to know better" by @managedwhimsy! Just like everything else I have no idea who has done what or when so I'm going to tag a bunch of people and if you want to do it great and if you don't that's okay too!

Last song: According to my Youtube history it's "Affection" by BETWEEN FRIENDS. If you want to listen to it too I included it in my URL Song thingy, click the headphone emoji and it'll take you right to it!

Favourite colour: Boring answer is blue. Elaborate answer is pastels and 'dusty' tones. Cottagecore and Light Academia palettes. Favorite Color combo is Pantone 196 C, Pantone 344 C, Pantone 290 C, and Pantone 400 C.  

Currently watching: Frederik Knudsen's "Down the Rabbit Hole" video about Boatmurdered. It's hilarious and if you want to watch it and laugh for the next hour and 13 minutes (I highly recommend it) you can find that HERE.

Last movie: In theaters, Nosferatu. The last movie I watched at home was Vivarium and that's one of my favorites now because of course it is.

Sweet, savory, sour?: Big weakness for sweet. I am 100% one of those "sweet little treat" ladies. Coffees, little cakes, lemon bars especially; peach soda is the last treat I bought for myself on my grocery list.

Currently reading: Well this is embarrassing but I got down a rabbithole known as Booktok and I bought the first "Court of Thorns and Roses" book that everyone was obsessed with, right? Read half of it, wandered away to do other projects and completely forgot about reading the other half.

Relationship: If I were a Sim I'd have the 'single and lovin' it' lifestyle. Been single for the last 15 years and living the cat lady dream over here with Harry, Tasha, and Tony with no plans to  change that… Except if the opossum or one of the raccoons that's been eating the food with the various outside cats lets me bring it in the house one day, then I'll be that lady.

Current obsession: Tiktok videos of Emus. Love them and would get one if I knew where to get one since I live literally out in the middle of nowhere and have plenty of room. They look like giant sock puppets, they have weird legs, I'm all about it. Oh, Shoebill storks too. I have an obsession with weird birds in general, I love a weird bird.

Last google: Pantone 400 C 😂 Yeah I googled every single exact Pantone color for the favorite color question so I'd get the right ones. Edited to add that I also googled shoebill storks.

Currently working on: In the middle of writing Part 14 of Chapter 1 right now! I'm almost done with it and we move to the posing/picture taking phase after I figure out where I want to end this scene.

Time to tag! @smok3inm1rrors, @dandylion240, @nectar-cellar, @crvptyd, @cakepoppresent, @thebramblewood, @feroshgirlsims, @void-critters @theosconfessions, @astravires, @deardiaryts4 I added some more because my brain blanked out on me lol

[zeebreezin]

Introduction • Updated 06/05/24

Hello hello, this is Astra! Welcome to my Fallen London side blog, I’m still somewhat new to the game but I’ve played a good bit of Sunless Seas and am always down to learn more about the world. This blog is heavily focused towards OCs, both mine and others, as well as my liveblog of my playthrough! According to some I’ve become the Sequencer Guy (™), which is a title I'm more than willing to bear. I’m working through a Nemesis route character as we speak and have just started a Light Fingers PC! Shaw’s (Nemesis) playthrough can be found at #low level liveblog, and B’s (Light Fingers) is at #b’s bizarre adventure.

If you ever have questions about my characters or want to interact, shoot me an ask or DM! I love talking and I love hearing about other people’s creations, but I have a pretty bad memory for conversations & replies!!

I’m a writer and digital painter, and am much more comfortable with more atmospheric / background work compared to portraiture & drawing people in general, but I’ve been trying to branch out. I also tend to make jokes that can lean in dirty directions, but I won’t be reblogging any IRL NSFW. There might be discussions of kink & sexual topics, but I’ll keep those tagged under #suggestive and they shouldn’t be too frequent. I’m also chronically bad at tagging spoilers or triggers, so please let me know if you need anything I will do my best.

One last important note here - like I mentioned before, I have a lot of characters involved with the New Sequence & the Dawn Machine, and I do my best to portray semi-realistic elements of how cults function & can impact people in them. If you are at all uncomfortable with those kinds themes of religious abuse, please please please feel free to blacklist those character & relationship tags!! I will not judge you whatsoever, Stay safe!

With all that said, Character stuff under the cut! Hope you have a great day today!

Ambition Characters:

The Black Rook | The Long-Suffering Linguist - August Shaw

He/They - Mid 40s - Nemesis! - Philology Professor & Midnighter - Watchful | Dangerous

Account: AugustShaw

A professor of Philology by trade, Shaw is a prickly character who has a mildly extreme obsession with the various languages of the Neath, a fascination that’s gotten them into a good deal of trouble… and left them with a few strange quirks. He's driven by the need to get revenge after his daughter’s death, and puts on a face of absolute pragmatism to do it. Desperate to give back to those on the surface he left behind, Shaw’s fallen in with the Great Game, becoming a spymaster for Black and working to uplift the marginalized from below… a trade he’s gotten a terrifying reputation for. Unscrupulous at the best of times, he is damn good at his job, when he’s not chasing a bit of escapism by any means necessary. While they’re seemingly a grumpy bastard, Shaw does have a big heart and a surprisingly bold sense of humour.

The Reckless Playwright - ‘B’

Any/They - Mid 20s - Light Fingers - Actor/Playwright - Persuasive | Shadowy

Account: BThePlaywright

B is an aspiring playwright and actor with their head in the non-existent clouds and a spring in their step. She always seems to be getting into a little bit of trouble, before charming his way out of it with a smile and a wide eyed look. Everything about their past is a bit of a mystery, though it can’t be denied that they have a good heart. While searching for cheap lodgings in London, B ended up with the (mis)fortune of becoming Shaw’s housemate and eventual investigative assistant. Their endless optimism hides a great deal of past horrors, as does their suitcase. They’re absolutely not wanted by the Navy for treason, either. Don't know why I had to specify that.

The Pragmatic Headhunter - Vivian Fitzpatrick

She/He/They - Bag a Legend - Bounty Hunter - Dangerous | Watchful

Shaw’s Ex-wife who came down to the Neath after he abandoned her and their still living son. After murdering her (now probably ex-) husband, Vivian developed a taste for the Neath. Both for the power they could achieve, and for the thrill of the hunt and battle. More than anything, he wants to prove herself to be more than the grieving mother the surface wanted her to be - by becoming something more feared than death itself. Harsh and openly hypocritical, Vivian’s on the fast track to becoming something terrible - but the question is, will she be able to bury the last of herself to do it?

Non-Ambition Characters:

The Ravenous Acumen - It/She - Killer for Hire / Killer for Hobby - Shadowy | Dangerous

A mysterious figure with a deeply warped body and equally warped sense of morality. After Acumen’s own hubris cost her everything, it devoted itself to killing arrogant or naive researchers that play with things they don’t understand. There’s far worse fates out there then death, after all. It speaks in riddles, lives for games, and has a bizarrely tender affection for anyone who gains her favor.

The Mournful Phantasm/The Chimeric Violinist - ‘Lenore Shaw’ - She/They - ??? - Persuasive | Dangerous

Once a dangerous Parabolan entity born from the thousands of false-selves created when mourners dream of lost loved ones, ‘Lenore’ found her way to reality entirely by accident, and truly believes she is Shaw and Vivian’s biological daughter. Gazing into the mirror glace that follows her reflects back the form of whoever or whatever you’ve lost that you miss most dearly. Not quite a reflection, but definitely not human, she currently resides in the Royal Beth, haunting its halls - though she may walk the streets soon enough.

The Phosphorescent Engineer - Officer Benedict Beverley - He/Him - Chief Engineer @ The Grand Geode - Watchful | Persuasive

The hot shot engineer and golden boy of the Grand Geode, Beverley is a sequencer who’s best known for his wonderful designs of prototype dawnlight explosives. Bastard. Deeply in denial. He’s desperate to test them out and bring the dawn to the population of London, but he’s even more desperate to recover his lost prototype… and find his missing partner. [Has a Sunless Skies verison - The Scintillating Harbinger!]

The Hell Scarred Surgeon - Dr. Laurence Frost - He/Him - Medical Officer & Interrogator @ The Grand Geode - Dangerous | Watchful

Veteran of the War on Hell in 68’ and currently a respected doctor & chemist within the New Sequence, Laurence is a deadpan bastard who loves his work. All of it. Known for having a relationship with Isobel & Vincent that led to him becoming Beverley’s legal guardian after their deaths, as well as having complicated feelings about the Grand Geode’s authority. As loyal as he is to the Sequence, he’s even more loyal to the Beverley family.

The Gregarious Commander - Commander Vincent Beverley - He/Him - Commander & Recruiter @ The Grand Geode - Persuasive | Dangerous

One of the New Sequence’s most prolific recruitment officers, Vincent was a conman looking to profit off the Admiralty in the years following London’s fall… but lost himself entirely in the process. Now he’s deeply in love with Isobel, the woman that ‘saved’ him, as well as his favorite doctor. He’s frighteningly good at charming souls into joining the Dawn Machine’s light, in order to ‘save’ them too. Charismatic, silly, & utterly empty inside. Died mysteriously when Beverley was young. [Dead as of FL canon!]

The Discreet Artificer - Isobel Beverley - She/Her - Former Engineer @ The Grand Geode - Watchful | Shadowy

A former engineer that helped build the Dawn Machine, Isobel lost the majority of her sight after venturing deep into the Machine’s heart to perform an emergency repair. The experience left her with even more of an undying love for the machine, and now with the aid of her husband Vincent as a figurehead, she’s been creating her own sect on the Grand Geode. A soft spoken woman with a knack for manipulation and collecting unwell spouses. Died mysteriously when Beverley was young. [Dead as of FL canon!]

Side Game PCs:

The Wide-Eyed Venturer - Doctor-Captain Everett Shaw-Fitzpatrick - SSkies PC - He/They - Captain of the Uncommon Denominator - Hearts | Mirrors

Shaw and Vivian’s son, who spent his teen years raised on stories of their adventures in the Neath. Now, he’s taken to the skies to make a story of his own, after a brief stint learning medicine in Vienna. He’s got all the smarts, but none of the cutthroat energy of his parents. What could go wrong?

Inactive Characters:

The Rake-In-Violant / The Malcontent Seamstress - Emile Rainier - He/She - Light Fingers - ‘Socialite’ / Thief - Shadowy | Persuasive

The Everdrowned Reaver - Captain Verily - Sunless Seas PC - She/They/It - Captain of the Double or Nothing - Irons | Hearts

Character Tags:

#August Shaw

#B

#Vivian Fitzpatrick

#The Ravenous Acumen

#Officer Beverley

#The Hell Scarred Surgeon

#The Gregarious Commander

#The Discreet Artificer

#Lenore Shaw

#Doctor Captain Everett

#The Rake In Violant

#Captain Verily

Character Relationship Tags:

August Shaw & B - #Detective duo

A depressed detective set on revenge and a lost playwright drunk on freedom take up lodgings together. A strangely charged and mildly codependent friendship.

August Shaw & The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel - #cuneiform curses

Yeah, it turns out being wracked with guilt and constantly going insane has some consequences! In Shaw’s case, the consequences are catching some complicated feelings for the hat man. Go figure.

August Shaw & Vivian Fitzpatrick - #(un)loveable hand

The bloodthirsty wife he abandoned and the self flagellating husband she swore to surpass. Extremely complicated divorced couple who’ve changed in more ways than one.

The Shaw-Fitzpatrick Family (August, Vivian, Lenore, Everett) - #in the blood

A family charged with sorrow, who all seem to have a tendency to wield their pain like knives. General tag for the family’s background, themes, and vibes.

August Shaw & The Ravenous Acumen - #worst laid plans

An endless game of cat and mouse - or at least, it should be, provided the killer can get her chosen opponent to survive what’s coming. Psychosexual mind games, and weirdly supportive ones at that.

B & Officer Benedict Beverley - #best and brightest

Two best friends, perfect partners, who build a maddening machine. One chose their own ambition over the other’s safety - but who’s who is up for debate. Neither is entirely happy with the outcome. Longing, Cults, and heartbreak, o my!

Laurence, Vincent, & Isobel - #photokeratitis

The almighty Sequencer Throuple. Forged in cult indoctrination and violently codependent tendencies, these three have a complicated but deeply loving relationship built on trust and communication. This is a bad thing.

Doctor-Captain Shaw-Fitzpatrick & Skies!Beverley - #horseshoes and hand grenades

The most dangerous Captain of Her Majesty’s fleet… and the traveler that just can’t help but ruin his day. Religiously. Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner type shit until one of them gets feelings about it.

B & Emile Rainier - #red letter days

Vivian Fitzpatrick & Emile Rainier - #arsenic and old lace

[otaku-orochi-okami]

Here We Go Again.

Urgh. Semi kept away. Last proper blog closed down for containing images of a well known influencer and her representatives asked for mine, and several other blogs, to be closed down due to copyright infringement. Did create an AI Waifu blog but my kinks are very dark, and tend to break Tumblr guidelines. Also ChatGPT, the framework that runs the AI chatbots I make, is adding more guard rails so more and more “can’t complete this” messages are popping up so that’s losing its charm too. So back here posting content. I won’t generally be tagging in names of people I post etc after the last blog for obvious reasons but if there’s anyone you like DM me the post and I’ll see if I can tell you who they are. 

So, first things first. This is a NSFW blog.  Normal boring stuff applies to that, MDNI blah blah blah. Feel free to DM me, sometimes I’ll reply, sometime i wont. Don’t take it personally if I don’t, sometimes just busy scrolling. For those who don’t know me, my names Lew, white male in my 30’s, living in UK. My kinks are niche, and tend to get me banned so stuff I post or reblog is just stuff I think is good or done well etc. I’m bi, prefer sex with guys but can’t stand them as anything more than fuck meat, girls I prefer aesthetically to look at and actually talk to, but find sex with them meh. And sissies are losers. That’s not necessarily a bad or a good thing. Depends on my mood.  Actually prefer 2D girls to 3D girls, 3D girls nearly always have some tiny flaw to stop them from being perfect. Plus a perfect girl is subjective anyway. Someone’s 10 is another guys 8. Either way, expect to find a mix of 2D and 3D stuff on here. As last bit might suggest, big fan of pop culture, so happy to talk video games, anime etc as well as kink, or obviously just exclusively one or the other of you don’t want to discuss both. 

Something I haven’t really shared with anyone, despite being in my 30’s, my body is fucking breaking. That’s thanks to boring medical condition I won’t get into. It’s not been too bad until recently, but lately it’s been getting worse. For now, I’m ok in day, but by evenings I’m in serious pain. So to those of you I do message often, preemptive apologies for when I go quiet. As for everyone else; if I’m posting after that time, it’s likely because I queue and schedule my posts, so please don’t assume I’m online and ignoring you. 

Talking of posts, I don’t do exposure any more, doing colabs with x-loservirgin-x really got me into that, but since then too much bitching after losers cum and begging me to take down posts (which is impossible because I can’t take down reblogs), or other losers getting riskier without me there to have guard rails up, even if you don’t realise i do have them, then blaming for when shit hits the fan. As for custom captions. I do them if I can be bothered is the short answer. Feel free to DM with pics or pics suggestions and a theme etc and if I feel like doing it I will. Customs will be DM’d back to you privately, only shared on my blog if you ask me to, so feel free if want to turn your sister etc into private goon fuel.

For the record, my Hard Limits that I won’t engage with are Penectomy, Animals and Minors. Also as a side note, if your profile says anything along the lines of you refusing to pay for femdom’s but please do it for free, I won’t engage with you. Not because I expect to be paid, but because we won’t click. You simply have no idea how the world works, and I have too many interesting toys to talk to rather than waste time with a naive loser unsuccessfully trying to freeload. That shouldn’t offend anyone worth taking to, and if that does offend you, you’re the problem.

As for AI, I have a cute little AI sidekick, River Paige. She may pop up every now and then, either as some images, or writing her own posts. We’ll see how that goes. Here she is:

Good to be back, will see how long I make it before nuked this time. 

If you wanna know more about me here’s a list of stuff I’m into:

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 13/04/2024

Locked In The Underground

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume C

Ripped by Jamangar

Whaaat? More Undertale?? Say it ain't so!!

Look, I lamented it a bit over on Logan Paul's Shop, and its something you can even see for yourself by viewing the Undertale tag on the blog archive. In terms of games to have been featured on the blog one way or another, Undertale/Deltarune are leagues ahead of the competition. And I am torn on this, still. Like on the one hand, I want the blog to cast a wide net of rips, to not just cover my personal favorites, but to cover as much of SiIvaGunner's history and growth. But on the other hand...Undertale IS a huge part of that history and growth, it has been since the very beginning, and as I discussed in Your Best Nightmario and Shiny Smily TALE the game's very DNA and themes is just a perfect fit for everything that SiIvaGunner stands for. Well, there's that - and there's how rippers like Jamangar just keep absolutely outdoing themselves with how much leverage they can get from this 9-year old game's soundscape. Its rips like Locked In The Underground that remind me of WHY Undertale rips are so prevalent on here.

If you've been reading for a while or just kept up with SiIvaGunner in general to the degree I have (or are from the team!! hi team!!), you may well recognize Jamangar's name. Much like ShonicTH with Trial of the Heart and many others on the channel, Jamangar has carved out her own very specific niche in terms of what she contributes with. That niche is the same one you'll hear in World Out There and Story of Undertale: There are few SiIvaGunner contributors who have as much expertise in ripping Undertale as Jamangar. Yet all of these three rips feel quite different from one another - Story of Undertale is a magnificent journey throughout just about the entire Undertale campaign with instruments changing along the way, wheras World Out There was an incredibly resonant mashup/melodyswap, a full-on shot of nostalgia on all the senses. Indeed, Locked In The Underground follows their footsteps in quality, yet is excellent in a subtly different way - its just a flat-out banger.

I don't know what it is about Bruno Mars' music that makes it work so incredibly well in mashups. Perhaps I have BotanicSage to thank, with Pokemon GSC Is What I Like and 16BIT Magic both permanently etched into my soul ever since I first heard them - but Locked In The Underground takes on the very same challenge, and in my eyes passes with absolutely flying colors. I mean, it only takes a few seconds for the rip to sell you - as soon as you hear Mars' "oh-yeah-yeahs" followed by Undertale SFX playing to the beat, you KNOW Jamangar's made far more than a mere mashup here. It helps, of course, that CORE is already one of the most stand-out songs in the game, much like Colress' battle theme was to Pokémon Black & White's soundtrack in Light! (Potentialseeker Colress) - its hard NOT to get excited seeing a CORE rip knowing just how distinct of a sound any take on the track will have, due to the pure quality of the track underneath.

So much is done to have Locked In The Underground truly fit together. The melodyswap is fantastic on its own, having CORE's lead instrument play in tune with Mars' vocals yet rising high in volume to the song's chorus, and CORE's synthetic backing paired with the drums of Locked Out Of Heaven create such a unique soundscape to boot. But beyond that, there are tons of little flourishes - small segments where CORE's original melody peeks through in the backing, Undertale sound effects sprinkled in to censor expletives or punctuate key moments of the song...like Semi-Charmed All Star, you get the impression that Jamangar GETS both of the songs used, that she's "studied" how Locked Out Of Heaven works in order to have the mashup work so perfectly.

Really - Locked In The Underground is the kind of rip that just feels like a shoe-in for the blog, as one of the most popular rips made during 2020. Funny enough, beyond the obvious combination of Locked Out Of Heaven and Undertale, you could even read the rip's title itself to be referencing the feeling all of us had during the pandemic - sort of reframing its pleas and shouts, in a way. But then Locked In The Underground also isn't the kind of rip where I'm desperate to know more about its possible lore and inner workings: I know Bruno Mars, I know Undertale, I know Jamangar, and she made one of the season's cleanest bangers by doing what she does best. That's awesome.

[azure-firecracker]

pusher clyde bruckman irrestistible annnndddd wetwired!

Oh you must like me:)

Pusher:

Scum on Earth | Will Not Rewatch | Pretty Bad | Not Great but Charming | Objectively Not Good But I Had Fun | Neutral | Some Good Stuff Here | No Complaints | This is Great | This is Fantastic | One of My Favorites | Actually a Divine Work Nothing Will Ever Top This

A top 5 episode! Everything I like is here! Cat-and-mouse games! Manipulative masterminds! Mind control! Extremely tragic and heartfelt MSR moments! A climax that I still feel is this show’s best to date - absolute CHILLS. And Scully shines, so that’s always a bonus for me.

Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose:

Scum on Earth | Will Not Rewatch | Pretty Bad | Not Great but Charming | Objectively Not Good But I Had Fun | Neutral | Some Good Stuff Here | No Complaints | This is Great | This is Fantastic | One of My Favorites | Actually a Divine Work Nothing Will Ever Top This

A totally different vibe from Pusher, but still wonderful. A quintessential Darin Morgan comedic episode, and every joke in here just hits so hard. The dark comedy with a twinge of sadness that Clyde brings as a character is just so heartfelt and hilarious and wonderful to watch. Also it’s just SO FUNNY! (Plus Scully saves Mulder - anyone who’s been around here long enough will know I’m a sucker for that).

Irresistible:

Scum on Earth | Will Not Rewatch | Pretty Bad | Not Great but Charming | Objectively Not Good But I Had Fun | Neutral | Some Good Stuff Here | No Complaints | This is Great | This is Fantastic | One of My Favorites | Actually a Divine Work Nothing Will Ever Top This

Anyone who’s been on this blog longer than 2 seconds should know that this is my favorite episode (it may be tied with another now, but for the moment it still holds the title). I just have so much love for it, as the show’s first episode that really dove into the trauma that Mulder and Scully had acquired since the show started, as a really scary episode with a human villain (the human villains are always my favorites), and of course, as a character piece for Scully. Every expression and every word she says here tells us so much about her, her fears, the emotional walls she builds up and what it takes to tear them down. The ending scene is absolutely fantastic (it might be my favorite scene in the show - I’ll have to think on it), and I rewatch it almost weekly.

Also: considering that I’m semi-known on here for my rants about the excess of Scully kidnappings, it says a lot that this is still my favorite.

Wetwired:

Scum on Earth | Will Not Rewatch | Pretty Bad | Not Great but Charming | Objectively Not Good But I Had Fun | Neutral | Some Good Stuff Here | No Complaints | This is Great | This is Fantastic | One of My Favorites | Actually a Divine Work Nothing Will Ever Top This

(Yes those are both bolded on purpose).

I adore this one. Once again, Gillian Anderson acts and I cry. Every scene she has in here is so good, rich with fear and tragedy. David Duchovny’s performance in this is also stellar - I love the quiet yet intense grief he carried throughout. Of course, I love the scene in the house with Maggie - so sweet🥹

My only complaint about this one is the pacing - the emotional climax (being the scene in the house) happens way before the end of the episode, and then we get all the stuff with Mulder and X, which is good, but feels like missing scenes from Talitha Cumi tacked in here.

But I still love this one:)

Thanks so much for the ask❤️

[sparkadream]

Part one of...idk how many there is gonna be but anyway, all muses have been added to my doc at least I shall deal with putting them on the blog page later! And yes, I did decide to add some live-action muses but I wanna find animated FCs for em at some point so there be that. Under cut due to length obvi~

Ardeth Bay, Madjai Warrior

Fandom: The Mummy

Age: 30+

Activity: Low

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Heavily Selective, Must Plot

Bartimaeus, Serpent of Silver Plumes

Fandom: The Bartimaeus Trilogy

Age: Who Really Knows

Activity: Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: N/A

Note: All RPs will be in first person like in the book as it just fits for his character too much to write otherwise.

Belle, Name Means Beauty

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast

Age: 19+

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Selective

Buck, Married a Pineapple

Fandom: Ice Age

Age: ???

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Unshippable

Note: I have not watched the series so nothing from that will be taken into account until/if I do.

Cerise Hood, Hooded Wolf

Fandom: Ever After High

Age: 16+

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Selective

Christopher, Charming Prince

Fandom: Roger & Hammerstein's Cinderella

Age: 20+

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Selective

The Devil, Wicked Dealmaker

Fandom: Bedazzled

Age: Immortal

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Selective

Eris, Goddess of Discord

Fandom: Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

Age: Immortal

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Heavily Selective, Must Plot

Jacob Frye, Leader of the Rooks

Fandom: Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Age: 21+

Activity: Low

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Open

Joel Miller, Survivor In Hell

Fandom: The Last of Us

Age: 51+

Activity: Low

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Heavily Selective, Must Plot

Note: I won't taking from the tv series, will be games based only

Kitty Cheshire, Mischievous Kitten

Fandom: Ever After High

Age: 16+

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Selective

Koda, Smallish Bear

Fandom: Brother Bear

Age: Cub

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Unshippable

Madeline Hatter, Mad as a Hatter

Fandom: Ever After High

Age: 15+

Activity: Active

Status: Primary

Shipping: Selective

Minty, A Dizzy Delight

Fandom: My Little Pony (G3)

Age: Adult

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Heavily Selective, Must Plot

Monster, Awakens When Called

Fandom: A Monster Calls

Age: Ancient

Activity: Semi-Active

Status: Secondary

Shipping: Unshippable

[tabletoptrinketsbyjj]

Trinkets, 68: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A pitcher rimmed with marble and has dozens of tiny iron charms pressed into it, each shaped like a tiny fruit stand. When a single slice of fruit is placed into it along with any drinkable liquid, the liquid is infused with the flavor of that fruit as if a full day had passed.

A little teak box whose lid is shut tight. If opened, despair hits nearby creatures like a kick to the chest and whispers of darkness fills their heads. Within the container packed around straw padding is a nickel jackal idol, covered in frost. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the statuette can absorb pain, misery and madness in a wide area lessening the woes of a building such as a hospital. This object has been fully charged and is now in the process of boiling off into that same energy back into the world. A fiend, divine being or extremely practiced mage are able to draw all the energy out of the idol in order to gain power for themselves.A self-lighting pipe carved from a red dragon's fang.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A long dress made of violet linen without pattern or embellishment except for a small porcelain badge of igniting flame sewn over the heart. When worn it ripples and undulates away from the porcelain badge like flames licking outward.

A haunted-looking skull covered in ominous runes, with gems in its eye sockets. The gems are just glass, and the skull is made of painted wood. Casual investigation will reveal that it's a stage prop, signed by a famous actor on the night of his final performance. It could be extremely valuable to the right collector. Spiritually attuned creatures can determine that the skull is haunted, but only by the actor's ghost. He wants it returned to his old theater and used in performances in his memory

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A short, five-holed musical instrument made from a human femur. When the flute is played, it produces a complex, haunting tune in a minor key. The melody is never the same and emerges with in-difference to the flautist's ability or intentions.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

—Click Here to be directed to the Hotlinks To All Tables post, which provides (As you might have guessed) convenient links to all of the loot and resource tables this blog has.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A brass horn of dark elven design. Grim resolve fills the heart of those that hear this clarion.

A pitcher rimmed with marble and has dozens of tiny iron charms pressed into it, each shaped like a tiny fruit stand. When a single slice of fruit is placed into it along with any drinkable liquid, the liquid is infused with the flavor of that fruit as if a full day had passed.

A little teak box whose lid is shut tight. If opened, despair hits nearby creatures like a kick to the chest and whispers of darkness fills their heads. Within the container packed around straw padding is a nickel jackal idol, covered in frost. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the statuette can absorb pain, misery and madness in a wide area lessening the woes of a building such as a hospital. This object has been fully charged and is now in the process of boiling off into that same energy back into the world. A fiend, divine being or extremely practiced mage are able to draw all the energy out of the idol in order to gain power for themselves.A self-lighting pipe carved from a red dragon's fang.

A dark, red-veined rock that bulges and pulses with Daemon blood. Religious PC's can determine that the object is a fragment of the blood-soaked realm of Khorne the Chaos God of Blood and Murder.

A long dress made of violet linen without pattern or embellishment except for a small porcelain badge of igniting flame sewn over the heart. When worn it ripples and undulates away from the porcelain badge like flames licking outward.

A haunted-looking skull covered in ominous runes, with gems in its eye sockets. The gems are just glass, and the skull is made of painted wood. Casual investigation will reveal that it's a stage prop, signed by a famous actor on the night of his final performance. It could be extremely valuable to the right collector. Spiritually attuned creatures can determine that the skull is haunted, but only by the actor's ghost. He wants it returned to his old theater and used in performances in his memory

A tiny onyx figurine of a dark elf wielding two scimitars.

A short, five-holed musical instrument made from a human femur. When the flute is played, it produces a complex, haunting tune in a minor key. The melody is never the same and emerges with in-difference to the flautist's ability or intentions.

A shell decanter from an ancient Triton empire.

An over the shoulder messenger bag containing a strange game with a thick rule book, colorful dice in various denominations, and tiny figurines. Some of the figurines look like the player characters.

A single person hide tent covered in rude charcoal drawings.

A green glass bottle of Waste Gin, a searingly potent alcohol from the Worthless North. The liquor is so high in alcohol content that it evaporates in the mouth. It's a much cheaper alternative to lamp or medicinal alcohol when it's pure, which is most of the time. When it's not, the drinker usually vomits for days, goes blind, suffers from limb paralysis or just dies. It's traditional on opening a new bottle to give the first drink to a random Halfling.

A miniature throne that could fit in one’s palm, recognizably modeled on one of a mythical ruler.

A shard of pure aqua, its surface ripples with a malevolent curse bestowed upon it by the Trickster.

A hideous ritual mask crafted of ropes, wood, hair, iron nails and hide, heavily infused with the fears of the its owner`s defeated foes.

A finely tailored bodice made from the softest, most supple leather taken from yearling lambs. The bodice is lined with samite and trimmed with beaded lace.

A blue woolen mantle the color of the clear sky, overlaid with an intricate pattern of brightly-colored feathers taken from a variety of bird species, including iridescent feathers.

A beautifully complex crystalline bauble of fey glass, blown by fairies that has a sheen of the colors of the rainbow.

A delicate music box that plays an enchanting melody, its inner workings intricately intertwined with the trapped souls, each of which adds another note to the song.

A collection of letters between and alchemist and a colleague arguing over the cultural terminology of a philosopher's stone and a sorcerer's stone.

A jagged green stone slab that looks like it's a part of a strange puzzle.

An elegant painting of a pair of twisted trees. One is blooming life with vibrant leaves and fruit which the other is dead with vultures perching on its bare withered limbs.

An iron scepter with a baleful sigil carved into the head

A dwarven brass puzzle cube with runes on it. Numerous rectangular pieces are interwoven with each other, and need to be moved in a particularly complex order to take it apart. Once solved, the puzzle dissembles to reveal a small sphere with the words “So you think you’re smart do you? Fuck off.” written on it.

A silver candlestick with a seahorse chop on the base.

A brass rod. Tapping it with another metal object or against a solid object causes it to resonate a full song for one minute.

A chunk of dogestone. Such color. Many shine. So heavy. Wow!

A cute pair of turquoise armbands decorated with vines and enameled flowers.

A fresh slice of cake that looks ordinary, but it has a faint aroma of roses and vanilla. It is wrapped in a silver foil with a crest of a lion and a unicorn. A small card attached to it reads: “A gift from the Duke of Montrose. Enjoy with discretion.”

A small ruby carved into the shape of a fiend's head. It can be worn as a pendant or set into a ring or other jewelry.

A flamboyant, and a somewhat impractical mask, made in the Feywild. It is fashioned out of several interposed, big and elongated butterfly wings that have an iridescent coloration and shift slightly, as if they were alive.

An old, cracked chamber pot made of pale pink porcelain and repaired with bronze to fill cracks like licking flames. Firelight in the presence of this pot dims and flickers, making the area pleasantly dark.

A lifelike bronze statuette depicting lovers feeding each other chunks of bread dripping honey, their limbs entwined. Their lips are stained red with dried blood.

A bleached linen sash embroidered with a prodigious vineyard growing from ash-thick earth, the grapes made of tiny amethysts. The ends of the sash feature small bronze plates with violet silk tassels.

A pair of silken sunset-orange knee-high socks features opaline arrows swirling like flames across the top of the foot.

A fiddle with bold lines, a walnut patina and craftsmanship that would impress even the most jaded artisan. The brass roundels and pure white gut reveals this instrument is truly made for a courtly musician. No matter the intention of the player... the song is always the same. A slow, droning hum followed by a maniacal overture of ferocious scraping.

A thick tin bracelet is etched with a screaming falcon, its gaping beak made of cracked marble; held aloft, shadows nearby flicker as if something races across them.

A small iron brooch shaped like a pair of puckered lips, its reverse engraved with a dozen names in tiny script.

A small ink brush’s whose handle is porcelain glazed with the lifelike image of a falcon soaring, with bristles from an eyas of the same.

A bronze disc engraved with an ancient juniper thick with berries, piles of the berries building small mounds all around the base. From the top of the disc dangles a rich blue silk ribbon, long enough to tie.

A thick dawn-gray linen jacket stuffed with goose down and features golden thread woven into the hems and into an esoteric rune on the back which looks like a distorted snowflake made of arrowheads. The wearer never feels the cold though their breath always clouds in a thick fog. Snow which lands on the jacket is immediately subsumed by it, disappearing in a flash of steam.

A tunic woven from some alchemically cultivated form of mint, and it smells strongly like it. Darker leaves are woven around the hem in the shape of storm clouds.

A leather wallet stamped with the image of a sailboat at full sail. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the shipwrights and sailmakers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A small jasper pebble polished smooth and soft to the touch, almost squishy when held between two fingers. The swirls in its surface are reminiscent of a starting flame, just now catching hold.

A porcelain handled woodsaw with a bronze blade, the teeth immaculate but shaped like a terrifyingly bloodstained grin. Anything cut with this saw appears to bleed, regardless of material, seeping a small amount of fresh blood.

A pair of copper shears, the handles banded with porcelain etched like crashing waves. The blades are shaped like the prows of warships rather than practical triangles.

A tribal lyre made from a human skull, antelope horns, skin, gut and hair.

A dried reed scroll case containing a rolled parchment upon which is an apparent treasure map of the local area. It is written in a local dialect with cryptic script and markings. It clearly holds the key to discovering something of major value to anyone who can decipher what it is saying.

A calendar going back months with days crossed off, leading to blanks and a circle a few days from now.

A small bundle of letters, all from the same person, signed the same way, "See you soon love!"

An invitation to a charity ball rewarded for substantial devotion and contribution to community and individual wellbeing.

A tattered love letter dated years ago.

A small box wrapped in colorful paper. On the outside is written “For My Little Princess.” Inside is a music box; When wound, it plays a lullaby.

A boiled and waxed linen shirt featuring a silver-threaded peach tree espaliered; on inspection, the leaves are sewn with tiny eyes. Several of the branches seem to have already had their fruit plucked.

A written receipt from a transaction at an apothecary shop. Knowledgeable PC's or can determine that there's no such herb as Widows Grudge, and the note is actually written in the underground language of rogues Thieves Cant ordering an assassination.

A bill from a sorcerer listing an exorbitant amount of gold for a spell to cure a terminally ill child.

A letter to an unknown author's parents discussing the great time they are having at camp. It is written poorly and disjointed, and uses slang from other languages oddly within the writing. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that it is a coded letter from the author to their parents. They are being kept in a dungeon and have overheard plans to sell them to an underdark lord. It tells the reader to not believe any of their letters, and to send help immediately.

A small chest lined with soft fabric containing small eggs from various songbirds, a delicacy.

A series of intricately carved wooden tablets, each depicting a scene from yuan-ti mythology or history. The tablets are housed in an ornately decorated chest with intricate carvings and golden filigree work.

A staff that appears to be made of metallic bone and has a horned skull fitted to its top.

An obsidian draconic scale that shimmers with faint multicolored lights within its depths.

An old map of an unfamiliar location. If the parchment exposed to heat, indecipherable runes faintly appear. Are they magically inscribed, or is written in some sort of invisible ink?

A small stone statue of what is probably an eagle at rest about six inches high.

A knee-length linen tunic so fine as to be nearly sheer, with multicolored embroidered bands at all hems depicting wildlife, flowers and fantastical beasts.

A gnarled and fearsome mask riddled with eerie power which emanates from its bored-out eye sockets.

An underground map of the city. A few places are marked, but any text is illegible due to bad handwriting and water damage.

A palm-sized mirror in a copper frame.

A red ribbon that moves idly even when there is no breeze.

A one gallon cask filled with an alcoholic concoction known as Bilgewater. The liquid is not uniform in color, ranging from a blue-brownish to jet black depending on the ingredients and the crafter’s skill. Made by soaking the inner organs of various sea creatures in a fermented brine, the mixture is then run through a sieve to remove the bones and viscera. After drinking, the lingering taste of rotten, brackish seafood remains on the palette for a few hours. While foul to drink, you only need a little to get drunk and the marine offal it’s remarkably nutritious and a shot a day will keep you tipsy and stave off scurvy.

A press for making wax seals, complete with purple wax.

A brass figurine of a warrior with a spear.

An oversized ale stein plated with cold iron.

A reddish crystal shard wrapped in a wire cage and strung on a cord as an amulet. The crystal faintly glows and once it has been worn for a day and a night, it flickers in tune to the wearer’s heartbeat. Knowledgeable PC's can determine that the crystal was made from the fragment of a hero's hear that was magically turned to crystal after their death.

A bracelet made from braided iridescent cloth.

A chip of stone brick taken from the largest temple of the God of Random Domain on the continent. It is a pilgrim’s relic and remembrance of their long journey.

A decorative cloth with small shells sewn onto it an ocean pattern.

A blown-glass sculpture of an elephant small enough to hold in a palm.

A water skin that changes water into saltwater on command but not the reverse.

A baby blue ceramic pitcher that cools down water that's poured into it.

A wanted poster for a very handsome young thief.

A dining plate that was once shattered but put back together with golden glue.

A painted bird skull intended as a luck charm.

A wooden button for a tunic, designed to look like a shield.

A tin drinking cup that folds into a palm-sized disk.

A broadsheet from a nearby town filled with social gossip.

A child’s ceramic piggy bank that can only be opened by smashing it. If shaken, a few coins can be heard clinking inside. If smashed open, the coins are two copper pieces and one silver piece, all from a distant kingdom.

A dwarven crafted warhorn made from the tusk of the famous orc warrior and priest, Kuluk. The instrument is used to strike fear and terror in the hearts of humanoids. Its loud tone deafens any orc or goblin ear that its sound falls upon like the shriek of a dying cat.

A single pawn chess piece of almost inspiring ivory white wood.

A pair of fine, brightly colored silk scarves commonly used for elaborate dances.

A druid's wand that looks to be nothing more than narrow crooked branch of yew, with numerous, jagged twigs jutting off at random angles. Closer inspection a handful of bands of silver regularly affixed to its length.

A long, bony, decaying, blackened finger once belonged to the powerful necromancer Akaron.

A sacred silver mirror that does not reflect the viewer, but instead shows omens of their past or destiny.

A pair of brass goggles with smoked glass eyepieces. The strap is shaped like metallic serpents.

A sealed bottle of top shelf bourbon.

A black candle that burns a deep purple flame that produces no brightness, and a wispy, musty smelling smoke.

A rusted and chipped spade with an ancient wooden haft, it seems to whisper incomprehensible mutterings into the mind of whomever holds it.

A threadbare tapestry depicting the Apotheosis of Adam in Zlatoust, a fairly well known religious historical event.

A leather wallet stamped with images of woodworking tools. It contains a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the woodcarvers, coopers, and bowyers guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair color) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

A child's leather vest with a small insignia of a wooden club on the back.

A gold anklet set with tiny iron charms in the beautifully abstract form of a clouded moon.