#also i was Pretty Sure from everything i was looking at and trying to find that the CDC didnt have as much power to set mandates and stuff

[yunalinwrites]

one of my fav kdramas (called youre beautiful) is abt a girl joining a boy band and pretending to be a boy ohshc style except her fellow members dont know and she has to somehow live with them while hiding it 😭 it's so wattpad i love

so imagine being fem!reader sharing a dorm with the saja boys while trying not to get found out

of course u cant hide forever tho so this is how i think you'd get found out and how they'd react:

❓ mystery knew from the start. you didnt realize he was scrutinizing you so closely bc of them fuck ass bangs but from the day you met he could tell just by looking at you. but, much like he does about everything, he kept quiet because he didnt want to freak you out. he found it cute though, every time you'd slip up and get all flustered trying to cover up why you were staring at the dresses at the mall or why you were caught buying pads. so, he'd just smile, pat your head, and calmly help you make excuses. if you walk into the wrong room at the wrong time he'll quietly direct you to a gender neutral bathroom or drape a towel over your eyes whenever the guys got too... carefree in the locker room. lowk helps you hide it from the other members bc he likes it being his little secret

🍼 baby also found out pretty early but also like not really? he walked in on you in the bathroom once and was like "mb" and then he thought about it and was like "wait a sec..." but then he just shrugged it off. and since then for a while in the back of his head he would catch the way you walk or the way you sit or the way your eyelashes look against your cheek and for a split second would think like "is he a chick?" but he never really came to a conclusion bc he just dont gaf. dude or not he treats you pretty much the same. once everyone else starts figuring it out tho thats when he starts acknowledging it. now that everyone else seems to treat you differently as a girl, he starts questioning how to feel or act around you...

💪 abby started rough housing with the other boys and tried to pull you in. lifted you up and not only were you lighter than he expected, your bodies were right up against each other. you did your best to bind your tits down but when you were chest to chest like this it was still noticeable. he awkwardly puts you down and scratches the back of his neck, mumbling an apology. for the next few days his brain is fried thinking about it. he never verbally acknowledges it but he starts being super gentle around you and treating you like you're fragile. feels the need to protect you physically, even if its against the other boys. always keeping watch to make sure they're gentle with you as well.

✨ jinu overhears you out yourself on the phone somehow and is so mad and so flustered at the same time. he's afraid you're going to be a liability if the fans find out and its gonna be a pain to hide but behind all that anger he's just scared of women fr. blushes every time he remembers you're a girl. every time you end up together alone in the living room or catch each other in the hallway, brushing each others shoulders in the slightest, he turns bright red and freaks tf out. somehow though he finds it easier to connect with you emotionally as a girl. with other guys it sometimes feels weird to be vulnerable, but you don't seem to have that shame at all. he admires it. gwi ma probably forced you into this situation so he empathizes with you.

🫶 romance liked to ask you all the time about your love life. asking what your type is, ideal date, dream wedding, do you want kids, etc. you figured it would be safest to just pretend you were a straight dude who liked girls. he wouldnt have cared though. he was starting to feel a little something for you even before you revealed yourself as a girl but refrained from going down that route to stay professional. but when you do reveal yourself as a girl it starts to get even harder to keep that boundary.

🥤 overall once they figure it out none of them tell each other or really say it aloud bc of the implications it has. but they all show it through actions like making sure you're fed and hydrated, letting you use the shower first, asking you if you need a break during rehearsal, etc. but trust, once they all start offering to help you at the same time--like all of them reaching to lend you their marker during fan signings when yours goes dry or surrounding you with 5 different choices of hoodie when you mention you're cold--they start getting real jealous and possessive real soon; they all want to be the one and only you rely on.

eventually though when they all reveal that they all know and everyone's on the same page, they start working together to protect you. all 5 of them wrapped around ur finger 😋 but still fighting for your attention

a/n: ugh i wish i had time/energy to do this properly along w all my other fics for kpdh (this movie has taken over my life) but idk i prob wont LOLL if anyone else wants to build off of this plz go ahead and tag me

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄... ❞

summary: suguru geto comforts chubby!reader, letting her know that she is loved and appreciated despite her insecurities

suguru adored you ever since the day he laid eyes on you. how could he not? you were breathtakingly beautiful, easy on the eyes and the your amazing personality was just another wonderful bonus.

suguru expressed his love for you in the ways he knew how. rushing to the store when you urgently needed something. offering his honest opinion when you asked. having an extra hair tie in case you needed one. he did everything he could to make you know that you are loved and appreciated.

you loved him too...deeply. he made you feel comfortable in your own skin than anyone else ever did. but sometimes...you felt that maybe changing yourself for him was for the better.

pretty girls with slim bodies were plastered everywhere you went. bill boards and social media more specifically. dressed in hot bikinis that you always hesitated to wear infront of suguru.

you were sure they never struggled to find the right bra that neither dug painfully into thier shoulders nor have cups too big. the right jeans that fit both their tummies and thick thighs, that actually allowed the possibility to breathe and not feel so self-conscious in public. shirts that looked stylish and trendy but comfortable.

you started to hate the way the seams dug into your skin, the way your reflection felt like a stranger's. you started to hate how you needed to plan your outfits like puzzles. never too tight, never too baggy. just enough to hide the parts you didn't like.

obsessively staring at yourself in the mirror. making a note of all the imperfections on your body. the stretch marks on your stomach, hips and swell of your breasts. the ways your thighs always touched. often thinking 'i know he loves me...i know that...but maybe he'd love me more if i wasn't... fat...'.

you wanted to let suguru know how you felt. but how? this wasn't a topic you were comfortable with. as much as you liked being around him, you couldn't help but feel too big, too noticable. especially when there were so many other girls out there, that were prettier, more skinnier and...perfect for him. your insecurities slapping you in the face whenever it crossed your mind

"I wanna start going to the gym...with you". you stated randomly as you were in his apartment, just casually, silently hoping that he wouldn't ask further questions. but you underestimated how much he pays attention to you.

"why the sudden interest?", his brow raised. shifting his attention for a short while from his phone to you

"i just wanted to try something new. you make it look so fun and easy", you reason but he still didn't seem to understand.

"it's not as fun as you think, pretty...you have to stay consistent"

"i can do that", he gave you a wary look and set his phone aside, attention fully on you.

"where is this coming from?", you shrunk back into the cushions, controlling your expression, hoping that he wouldn't catch up on your true intentions.

"just curious to know how it is...", he squinted his eyes at you and shook his head just a little. a sign that he wasn't, at all, convinced.

"you never want to try something new. you're the only person I know who despises change. you also told me that the gym seems like too much"

"people change", you shrugged.

"not you...you can tell me anything, you know that...". suguru's eyes showed concern. he placed his hand on yours the other tilted your chin to look at him. your throat felt dry. getting harder to swallow as he stared at you with such loving soft eyes.

"do you...", pause. "do you think i'm...beautiful?". silence follows. he looked deeper into your eyes, searching for sincerity in then. and you let him.

"you're the most beautiful girl in the world. of course i think you are", a small smile is plastered on his lips but you don't believe him...not yet...

"you don't have to lie to me...", his brows creased. his hand slid down to your shoulder and squeezed a bit.

"is it really so hard to believe. you are beautiful. has anyone made you feel like you're not?"

you shake your head, no. "i just feel like things would be better for me...for us if i was...skinnier"

"oh, baby...", he pulled you against his chest, his large hands cradled your head. you wanted to push him away. away from yourself...but you didn't...didn't have the heart to. so you wrapped your arms around his waist. your cheek pressed against his chest, the smell of his cologne invaded your nostrils, wrapping around you like a memory--sharp, warm...familiar

"there is nothing wrong with you, honey. everything about you is so elegant and astounding sometimes i think...that you're way out of my league.", you slapped his chest playfully and he kisses the top of your head.

"i go crazy whenever i see you. they way you carry yourself is just so...magical. i wanna nuzzle into you every time we cuddle. you're warm and you always make me feel so much better after such a long day. that beautiful smile of yours, your comfortable weight on top of me makes me wanna show you off to the entire world", he pulled back to look at you. your eyes a little watery.

he cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "there is nothing that you need to fix for the world, but the world needs to fix itself for you". a tear slid down your cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. you were smiling now, your cheeks heated and heart full from his words alone.

suguru leaned in, sealing his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. eyes closed. heart thumping loudly in your ears as your tongues danced together. hands roamed around the other's bodies until he pulled away. catching your breathes as he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered:

"you're beautiful in ways you can't always see...and don't you forget that"

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[yuh13lo]

So pretty | matt sturniolo

Matt didn’t know when it happened exactly.

Maybe it was the way she always made sure everyone had their favorite snack before a road trip. Or maybe it was how she’d crinkle her nose when she laughed too hard at a dumb joke he made. Maybe it was every time she wore that one hoodie of his and didn’t realize she looked better in it than he ever did.

But somewhere between being “just best friends” and her falling asleep on his shoulder at every movie night, Matt fell stupidly, hopelessly, absolutely in love with her.

And he hadn’t told a soul.

Not even Nick or Chris, which was rare because Matt didn’t really keep things from them. But this? This felt fragile. Like saying it out loud might make it shatter or disappear. And he couldn’t lose her—not even a little.

It was a rainy Tuesday in LA when it finally hit him how deep he was.

They were at the Sturniolo apartment, just the two of them, sitting on the living room floor surrounded by snacks, thrifted records, and a mostly-finished puzzle that she refused to give up on.

“Okay,” she said, chewing on a Red Vine and squinting down at the table. “You have to admit this puzzle piece looks like a deformed duck.”

Matt glanced up from his phone and looked at her—really looked. Hair up in a claw clip, hoodie sleeves pushed over her palms, socks mismatched on purpose. She was glowing without even trying.

“You’re so pretty,” he said without thinking.

Her head snapped toward him. “What?”

Matt blinked, immediately panicking. Did I say that out loud? Oh god. I said that out loud.

He backpedaled fast. “I—I meant the puzzle! Like, the colors! It’s—uh, aesthetically pretty. Like you know, a nice design—”

But she was smiling now. That soft, small, kind of knowing smile that made his stomach twist.

“Matt,” she said gently. “You think I’m pretty?”

His face flushed instantly, ears burning. “I—yeah. I mean—obviously. You’re—you’re really pretty. I’ve thought that for a while, actually.”

She looked at him for a second, unreadable. Then she tilted her head, voice quieter this time.

“Do you have a crush on me?”

He froze.

And then, because there was no going back now, he let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. I do. I have for… honestly, kind of a long time.”

The room felt weirdly quiet, like even the rain outside was waiting to hear what she’d say.

But she didn’t say anything at first.

She just leaned closer and rested her chin on his shoulder, the way she always did when they were watching movies.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to admit it,” she said with a smile. “I think you’re pretty too.”

Matt stared at her, dumbfounded, heart pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it.

“Wait. Seriously?”

She nodded, picking up the puzzle piece and nudging his hand with it. “Now help me find this deformed duck’s neck before I kiss you and forget what I’m doing.”

He grinned—full teeth, full blush, full heart on display.

And for the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel like he had to hide it.

Because she was his best friend.

And she was also his crush.

And maybe—just maybe—she could be his everything.

[marlynnofmany]

A Temporary Shipwreck

Our luck was just garbage lately. First the client for our latest delivery wasn’t on time to pick up their order, then once we were finally ready to take off, the exceptionally dense asteroid field had shifted to the point where our word-of-mouth map wasn’t accurate anymore. And then, as we tried to maneuver through the mess, some local jerk in a sporty cruiser sideswiped us and never looked back.

Good news: our shields did their job and prevented any damage.

Bad news: that asteroid field was full of junk, including the remains of something mechanical that turned out to be a broken gravity generator. Our little yellow ship got stuck to the side of the scrap heap like a lemon on a pile of compacted cars. At least Kavlae got the solar sails folded in time.

So, there we were, with no other ships in sight. Our own ship’s gravity tech was enough to counteract the pull coming from this thing, so nobody was falling down in the hallways, but escape velocity was going to be a problem. Mimi came up from the engine room to study the readings on the scrap heap, and he didn’t like the odds of igniting something with our thrusters. He also wasn’t wild about the idea of getting up close and personal in a space suit to try turning the generator off. Everything was unstable out there.

Captain Sunlight decided we would send out a distress signal before trying anything rash. The disagreeable client we’d met earlier (by docking ship-to-ship, not landing anywhere sketchy) was long gone, and there weren’t any official civilization centers nearby. But we’d seen other ships on the way here, not to mention the terrible driver who hit us, so surely someone else would be along who could help out.

The captain muttered about raiders in a way that suggested she didn’t want to worry the rest of us, then she shooed everyone away from hanging around the cockpit, and told us to find something else to do.

I did some muttering of my own, mostly about the driving skills of whoever had been at the helm of the cruiser. Maybe all the non-asteroids in this asteroid field were because of drunk drivers. I had no idea if the locals went in for that kind of intoxicants, but it seemed possible.

I thought of something else to do, and headed for the cargo bay. That client who was late earlier had also refused part of the shipment we were supposed to give them. Thankfully they’d paid the whole price for the delivery service, but it was an unpleasant interaction all around. Yes, today has just been a delight from the start. Anyways, they’d left us with a box of food that no one was excited about. I heaved it off the floor and took it to the kitchen where Eggskin was chopping roots on a counter.

I set the box down by their feet. “Ta-dah.”

Eggskin gave it a look. “Oh my,” they said, putting aside the food prep. They dried their scaly yellow-green hands on a cloth, folded it fastidiously, then opened the box and removed one can of many. “There certainly is a lot of it.”

“Is it the kind you thought it was?” I asked, picking up another can. The trade-language label declared it to be the highest quality gelatinized food-flesh that money could buy. With extra sodium. Yummy.

“I’m afraid so,” Eggskin said, digging through the box in hopes of finding something else at the bottom. “This is edible by all species onboard, but I can’t promise anyone will enjoy it. Plus I’ll have to put extra attention to balancing the crew’s sodium intake at significant portions.”

“At least it lasts a long time,” I said, finding the expiration date. I was pretty sure I knew which standard time system it was referencing.

Eggskin reached the bottom, then arranged the cans back into tidy columns. “I’m not surprised someone didn’t want this. It wouldn’t be difficult to over-order.”

The ship’s intercom chimed. Captain Sunlight said, “Will Zhee, Trrili, and Coals kindly join us in the cockpit? I’d like a consultation about translations and what may be a Mesmer vessel.”

I wasn’t a Mesmer or a translator, but I was curious, and Eggskin was cocking a browridge at me like they knew that.

“Go ahead,” said the cook/medic, turning back to the roots on the counter, with a detour to wash any box germs off their hands first. “Just shove that into a corner, will you?” They pointed their tail at the meat products.

“Sure thing.” I moved it to an out-of-the-way spot, then hurried toward the cockpit. I heard Zhee’s bug feet clicking down the hall ahead of me.

When I arrived, I found Trrili lurking in the hallway, a collection of shiny black-and-red exoskeletoned limbs that didn’t fit comfortably in the cockpit when anyone else was there. She didn’t acknowledge me, but she definitely saw me with her range of vision. She politely folded a pincher arm so I could peek into the room.

Zhee was there, shiny purple and taking up an awkward amount of space. I didn’t even see Coals at first because he was on the opposite end of the size scale: short and stocky and standing on the other side of Kavlae’s pilot chair. Brick-red scales were barely visible over her sleeve as she adjusted the focus on one of the screens, flapping her frills in what looked like concern.

Wio was in the other seat, her tentacles fiddling with the controls, with Captain Sunlight standing in between, but all the rest of my attention moved to the spaceship shown onscreen. It was electric blue and exceptionally glittery.

The captain gestured with a yellow-scaled hand and said, “You can see why I thought of Mesmer construction.”

Zhee flicked an antenna. “It is stylish, for certain, but not shaped like a Mesmer vessel.”

Trrili agreed. “I’ve never seen one formed like that before. Perhaps the ship-builders were impressed by the awe-inspiring coloration schemes of all things Mesmer, but no, that is not one of ours.”

I honestly didn’t know how they could tell. Spaceship design was not my specialty. It looked like a normal enough shape to me: pointy in front and all that. And it sure did sparkle. But our friends the bug aliens weren’t the only ones who liked that kind of paint job.

Captain Sunlight nodded her lizardy head. “That’s a good sign, then. The raiders I was told to watch for are definitely Mesmer. An insult to the species at large, I’m sure.”

Both Trrili and Zhee angled their antennae in a way that looked like they agreed.

The captain continued. “Before we contact them, I have a question about the ship’s name. Can either of you shed some light on that?” She looked at Trrili and Coals, the translation experts, as she had Wio bring it up on the smaller screen.

Trrili hissed quietly, seeming thoughtful.

Coals said, “The lettering is regular enough, but I’ve got to admit the spelling is a little odd for Doorway. Maybe it’s a different trade language using the wrong symbols…”

Trrili said, “Or yet another made-up sound, here to annoy us.”

Coals nodded. “Or that.”

I studied the words on the small screen while the glittery ship coasted along on the big one. They didn’t look like anything at first, then I sounded them out. Phonetically, they were very similar to the Doorway words for ‘your’ and ‘mother.’ I burst out laughing. “Does that say ‘Yer Mama’??”

The rest of the crew stared at me with alien eyes. Captain Sunlight asked, “Is that a significant phrase?”

“Sort of,” I said, catching my breath. “Call it a friendly insult. A funny thing to name a spaceship.”

Wio said, “Either way, they’re probably not raiders. Should we contact them before they leave? They don’t seem to have spotted us over here.” She waved a tentacle at the big screen, where the ship was maneuvering around a different junk heap.

As I watched, they launched a long cable with something on the end, which caught on the scraps. Then they began reeling in what looked like an inert warp drive, and I laughed again. “They’re fishing! That’s why the ship is glittery; it’s a bass boat in space! Please contact them; I have to see if they have the accent I expect.”

At the captain’s nod, Kavlae sent the message in their direction. The ship finished reeling in its catch. Then it turned and headed toward us.

A human face appeared onscreen. “Hey, y’all need a hand?”

I grinned and waved from behind the captain while she politely explained the situation. Two other humans who looked much like the first in an extended-family sort of way peered over the speaker’s shoulder.

In no time flat, the glittery spaceboat was all set up to tow us out of the miniature gravity well, with their fishing hook held by our ship’s grabbing arm. Wio made sure it was properly in place while Mimi appeared out of nowhere to keep an eye on the ship’s damage readout. The captain gave the go-ahead.

They hauled us out of there as easy as landing a minnow. And they were mighty pleased about it.

Captain Sunlight said, “Thank you! We are deeply grateful for your help.”

“No problem at all! Say, you want to land that bird and give her a once-over somewhere with atmosphere? The Island isn’t far, and you can buy us a drink in thanks.”

Some polite questioning from the captain got us a description of the local hangout: a place that had once been a mining operation, and was now a not-on-official-maps trading post. Apparently it had its own gravity generator and atmosphere, along with a force field to keep the asteroids and space junk from slamming into it from all that gravity. The way they described it made it sound like a hollow planet the size of a small town, with entrances on two sides that were kept free of debris. The air quality was, as the man said, “The best money can buy.”

That gave me an idea. Before I could speak up, Mimi told the captain that a manual inspection would in fact be a good idea, and Trrili hissed from the hallway that she would be more than enough of a deterrent to keep away any troublesome types that might be there.

That must have made it over the speakers to the other ship, because the man laughed and said, “The only troublesome types are folks just having a beer! We keep away the real problems with stories about raiders in these parts.”

Captain Sunlight kept her expression calm as she said, “Then I think we’ll take you up on the invitation. Kindly lead the way.”

I whispered to her, “Ask if they want the canned meat.”

“The what? Oh, right.” Captain Sunlight turned back to the screen. “Would you like some packaged food with that drink? We have a box of gelatinized meat in good condition we’ll be happy to give you.”

I piped up, “It’s the best money can buy!”

“Aw yeah, love that stuff!” the man said. “Sure thing! C’mon and we’ll lead you over to the Island.”

We followed the glittery fishing boat through space, and I called Eggskin in to give everyone a rundown on what kind of human drinks they should politely decline.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[mona-risms]

Also in way less wholesome thoughts about Rumi, I think she has a insane breeding kink.

I don’t even think she would know it until she slept with someone. But I feel like that would send her into a feral frenzy.

Like, all that shame and guilt her whole life from being a demon, and all the other repressed emotions she had to bottle up would explode if she was fucking someone and they told her they wanted to have kids with her.

I feel like for irony sake that may just turn her into a succubus. A simple fuck would turn into a day long feral mating marathon.

Like it would probably work it’s way through the whole living space, starting in the bedroom, for an hour or two until the bed is completely ruined, tears from claws, a broken bed frame, stained with sweat, squirt, and seed.

Moving on to the couch eventually that would get much of the same treatment.

Pressed against those big windows, juices seeping down the glass.

On the kitchen table with claw marks in the wood from Rumi.

Using the cabinets to keep her standing as you rail her eventually pulling them off the walls.

But neither of you care.

It’s not pretty sex.

You’re both flushed, scratchs, bite marks, squirt, seed, spit, and sweating all over. Ran ragged like you just ran a triathlon.

Rumis hole looks like a glazed donut from how much seed has been put in and spilled out of her at all angles.

By the time you are halfway through moans have just devolved into her shrieking from overstim.

But she just can’t stop herself. And you don’t wanna stop either.

People are calling phones… Rumis missing a interview rn.

Eventually the girls just find you both passed out in the middle of the apartment covered in all the fluids that could possibly come from sex passed out from exhaustion.

Sincerely

Tsaritsa Pyro Archon Anon

I have a breeding kink too there we go we're Perfectly compatible! And this is obviously why me and Rumi should be married!!!!

But fr shit would go CRAZY HELLO 😭😭😭😭😭 I mean tbf a demon's gotta have their sustenance somehow 😜😜😜😜 JOKING JOKING maybe not joking shhh you're out here doing my job for me fr though actuallg LMFAOOAAO

Her bedroom must be so fucking wrecked before you two migrate to the balcony, a mix of fluids everywhere as she finally lets out the loudest fucking noises instead of her biting it down and restraining them, and then to the shared living space. Like Zoey and Mira are both out for promotional material they'd probably have to do individually, so they left much earlier and now the penthouse is empty as hell, save for the two of you

NOTHING survives in the shared space though you're right in this—EVERY surface is thoroughly defiled and utilised. Should Rumi care? Yes. Would she care under different circumstances? Definitely yes. But right now the only thing in her mind is making sure she drains you dry, everything else blurs away from the sheer intensity of your coupling

If you're using an ejaculating strap then ugh FUCK yes it makes no difference to her as long as she feels full and thoroughly bred. If anything? She'd probably want you to get the strap with the most capacity. But is it a good idea, if you have a working dick and could Potentially get her pregnant? No, probably not, but the way you fucked her and never let go, the way you were so achingly sincere in the way you'd Want to have kids with Her. Even despite the whole half-demon thing, the main insecurity she's had for her entire life? She'll take the risk for once either way, after avoiding risks on herself for so long

Mira and Zoey most likely got contacted by Bobby in a panic bc "WHERE IS SHE??????" so they come back home.....and SCREAM at the state because JESUS FUCKING CHRIST??????? SORRY didn't REALISE they needed HAZMAT SUITS????????????? You probably get woken up and honestly good luck trying to explain why the Fuck there's so much damage and. Fluids. EVERYWHERE. They're never letting either of you live this down, ESPECIALLY Rumi considering she caused most of the extreme damage (thanks demon heritage!!!!) and how she's stained and dripping nonstop 😭

If you even dare try to explain what happened to Bobby the poor guy might faint. But it's okay it's why they're paying him the 3% right.....though he might need to be compensated via 4% GAHAHAHAHA

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

So I know nothing about Loz but I imagine Stan defeats Bill and gets teleported away to be killed by the sword but Emma-May finds him and saves him. However this causes him to lose his memory’s so Emma and Stan are kind of just wandering while Ford and Fidds are trying to save Stan. (Also I had the horrible idea of the sword actually physically hurting him with vines or something slowly digging into the hand he uses to wield it, and when Emma finds him, the earth is trying to consume him) :D

Oho! I do like that route in the 'Stan disappears' timeline. Hmm. Ford gets there just as Stan drives the Super Master Sword through Bills chest, there's a flash of light, and then Stan's gone, sword still pinning Bills corpse to the ground. Now it's Epic Quest time to find Stan and maybe fight the goddesses? Ford will figure it out later.

This got long lol, and a little less angsty.

Meanwhile Stan has a meet up with one of the greater spirits (Axolotl) who thanks Stan for rising up to the challenge despite being a regular, not fated being. Everyone's very impressed with him, but sadly his normal person, not descended from the goddesses or reincarnated soul couldn't handle the strain of wielding the Sword that Cuts the-

Stan: Super Mega Master Sword

Axolotl: what?

Stan: it's the Super Mega Master Sword. Or Maybe the Ultra Master Sword. I'm still work-shopping it.

Well, Stan's successfully charmed the spirits (which he'd already done, but his inability to take any of their grandstanding seriously is so new and fresh they just love it), and due to his blessings and the favor of the goddesses he's been given a choice. The sword requires great power to use, one that Stans soul couldn't handle. He can either let go and allow it to heal in the great cycle of reincarnation, or go back and-

Stan: second one

Axolotl: but you don't know the price? What if its-

Stan: don't care. I'm going back, I'm going to shove my victory in Fords face and eat just. So much food. I'm so hungry. I could eat a burger so fast, you wouldn't believe.

Well, if Stan's already decided then that's that on that! Good luck hero!

And Stan wakes up. Hes in a lovely field, surrounded by flowers at the foot of a statue to the goddess. Birds are singing, bugs are chirping, the sun is shining through the trees and he can sort of make out where the walls of a temple once stood.

He has no idea who he is.

But! He found a stick! It's a pretty good stick, and he's pretty sure if he whacks it at something, it'll break, and then! He'll have two sticks :D

Emma-May, wandering scholar, finds this wandering adventurer in the woods who must have gotten hit in the head or something and lost almost all his gear, all he has is the leather armor he had on him and a few empty pouches. He's got twigs in his hair, is stuffing a leaf in his mouth, and looks so amazed when she shows him that he can pick up rocks it's endearing.

She can't let this guy die. She's pretty sure he's a spirit that's possessing a dead body actually. There's no other explanation on why he doesn't know what anything is or how anything works. It's up to her to take care of him. This is a test by the goddesses, and she's determined to pass all expectations. (Stan is link from botw basically. Everything is ??? To him).

Meanwhile the Fords are on a Quest to find Stan. Unlike the other timeline Fords not super pissed at Stan (well, he is, but his worry for his brother is overriding it), and he's yelling at anyone who listens about how Stan slayed Bill and vanished in golden light and if Ford doesn't find him he's going to do..... something. No one likes the desperate look in his eye or how riled up he gets when they try to thank him for his good deeds because no, that was Stan too. Don't they know Stan's a hero now and might be dead? Fords a failure and he failed and Stan's dead!

Finally has a dream where the spirits are like 'you need to chill out your bro isn't dead. Just go look for him'. So off he goes, Fiddleford staying to lead the search from the castle and get his kingdom in order.

It either takes ten years or ten months to find Stan. Angst demands years but the comedy and angst of Ford finally finding Stan when he's still pretty into his 'life is beautiful and what is this Emma-May? :3' phase is appealing to me. Maybe even ten weeks.

Emma-May is traveling on the outskirts of Hyrule looking at ancient ruins and studying her spirit friend who's incredibly good with a sword and who can see and talk to spirits for her. They love her new assistant/godly trial and he's making her research a lot more fun.

She named him Hal, on account of him only responding to the word Help for the first week or so and Hal being an easy transition from that. Her and Hal are an amazing duo, finding lost temples and clearing them out, finding lost artifacts, slaying new and terrifying beasts. It's a thrill. She's living her best life, and teaching Hal is part of the fun. It's like if a kid was also.. an older teen? He's still got baby fat huh. Yeesh.

Anyway.

Then Ford rolls up, following their trail and coincidentally discovering that there's some other, ancient evil stirring under the land now that Bills gone. He's slaying monsters no one's seen in years, rescuing civilians, finding lost temples that! Have already been cleared.

Temples he knows Stan hadn't touched in his journey to rescue Ford. It's both a sign he's on the right path and incredibly annoying. Especially since it means Stan's walking around somewhere with like. The pieces of the key that'll let an ancient horror loose upon the land.

No wait. Scratch that. I've got another idea.

Its been ten years since Stan disappeared in a flash of light, and Fords been scouring every obscure library and tome for any kind of hint on where Stan could have gone. None of the spirits have confirmed if his brothers dead or alive, so he must be alive. He has to be, because if he's not then Fords going to strangle him.

Then some kind of Event happens, and Ford gets a hint on how to figure out how to find Stan. Turned out it took the spirits ten years to fix Stan's crumbling soul to a point where he could semi function, and Stan's just now waking up ???? at the world and meeting who he's pretty sure is the smartest person on the planet. Who else would have such a great idea like putting a bomb under a shield to launch himself higher? No one, he's sure.

When Ford eventually catches up to them he is very obviously of Stan's statement that Emma-May's the smartest person ever and also his best friend :3.

Anyway, since there is no scrapbook or young twins to rekindle Stan's memories, the three of them instead follow Stan's original journey to try and job his memory, after like. Stan's ready to brush off this stranger who has his face, but Ford holds up his hand, yelling at him to wait, and Stan gets slammed with a memory of them as kids, smiling and high sixing. Blinks out of it to find him holding Fords hand, and well he does know this guy actually! Sure he'll go on some kind of journey with him, and Emma-May can go look at a bunch of other ruins and it'll be great :D.

It is not great. All those old temples have been re invaded by demons. The ways Stan originally went through are blocked off or doors broke and relocked, so they need to clear out each one and fight the newer, badder version of the final boss. Turns out the price of Stan coming back isn't his memories getting snatched, its that Bill gets to come back too, and he's not a puny mortal who needs ten years to get back to business. Maybe Bill's actually partially responsible for Stan's missing memory?

Anyway as they clear each temple and defeat each boss they get a fragment of Stan's memory. Ford's not only clearing the newly re corrupted temples, now he's reliving the memory with Stan, seeing how much harder everything is as a normal, not destined person. He's finally seeing Stan's perspective here, how Stan didn't just breeze through everything to shove it in Fords face, but actually struggled and cursed and screamed his way through an army of demons.

They're also uncovering Bill's plot to surprise strike at Hyrule while its two heros are occupied. This whole things been a diversion to get the Stans' as far away as possible, and now Ford's faced with a choice.

He can chose to abandon his quest to restore Stan's memories, as through Drama they're now on a time limit and if they don't get the last fragment there's a high chance it'll fade and Stan's patchy memory could either fade away with it, or he could go to defeat the last boss and finally get his brother back, but abandon Hyrule in its hour of need. Sure he could save them later, but who knows how many casualties there could be, what could happen to Fiddleford.

Does he want to be his brother's hero? Or the peoples? Save Stan, or save all of Hyrule. He might be able to do both, but who knows what kind of damage could happen to the other he doesn't prioritize in the meantime. Stan doesn't have enough of himself yet to weigh in on either one, and Emma-May is a scholar and Stan's friend, but understands the importance of the greater good. She won't make this choice for him.

What does it mean to be a hero?

If this were a video game the first one would be you playing as Stan becoming an unlikely hero, fighting the odds even though everyone's telling you to wait for the guy who's job it is to beat up the demons. The underlying message would be something like 'you can't just sit around and wait, if you want to see a change you have to make it' kind of thing. If Stan hadn't gone on his hero's journey then the kingdom would have been much worse off waiting for Ford to break out. You're a hero, not because someone told you you were, but because you've chosen to take the harder path and make yourself one through fighting evil and helping those in need (after all, even if the reasons are selfish, all anyone sees is your actions. Stan's a hero, even if just because he needed to be one to save Ford).

So the sequel would be this, but as Ford. Now you're the chosen hero, but what does that mean to you? Who has the higher priority, why are you a hero? Because you slay monsters? Because you defeated the bad guy? Because the Goddess said you were? Because you have special powers, wield a special sword? Stan was a hero without any of that, so why does Ford need it? Ford has the Hero's spirit, but in the end he's his own person. He's not going to save the kingdom because someone told him to do it.

He's going to do it because its the right thing to do, even if it means Stan might never be the same. A hero make sacrifices, takes the blows so others don't have to. Ford was born with the Hero's spirit, but he wasn't born a Hero, its something he has to choose to do, something he has to prove himself as.

Whew. that got away from me a little. Now that that's done,

[pup-pee]

SHITHSITHISTHI I DONT THINK MANY PPL WHO FOLLOW ME READ ANY NIGHTWING BUT LIKE SOME1 HELP IF ANY1 CAN RECRONIZE THIS PLSPLSPLPLS

[pikkish]

idk if this is a good prompt but put doomguy in myhouse.wad I think he would find it enriching

Right, so I've been mulling on this one for a little bit now, n I'm not opposed to writing something for you, I'm just not... entirely sure what to write? Because the thing is, myhouse.wad doesn't actually really have anything to do with Doom as a story. Sure, Doom is important in that it's the vessel through which the story is told and one of the connections between the narrator and his dead companion. But as far as Doom itself goes, and the story about a man who was too angry/stupid to die, fighting demons and saving earth, none of that is at all relevant to myhouse.wad and its story. For all intents and purposes, Doomguy isn't actually a character in myhouse.wad. So I'm not really sure how exactly to fit him in there.

[strohller27]

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[wormeats]

I fell for propaganda and was turned against those I have always wanted to root for

I wanted to send this to the CDC somehow, but the email contact form on their website has a character limit and I'm incapable of being concise. I thought this might be helpful for some people to see because it took me a while to reflect on.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, living in Florida, being young and trans and traumatized by the current political climate and dangers posed by the pandemic, I was swayed by likely a mix of propaganda and a fear and anger response to the amount of stress that time came with. I found myself trusting in the CDC less because of several things that I never fully examined until now recently. It was all just a mix of fear and hopeless rage about public health and my fears about our political climate, and much of that was directed at the CDC. Upon examining this recently, I think this was because I assumed the CDC had more power than it may actually have in enforcing public health. I thought isolation periods could be more solidly mandated, that mask wearing could be solidly mandated, and so on. I assumed the CDC had more control over when schools reopened for children (I now realize a lot of this is controlled by states individually or even more locally), and in my fear of the pandemic and distrust in the CDC sowed by being worried about the country as a whole, I even failed to fully weigh the consideration that virtual learning has a significant impact on Anyone’s mental health and that for children especially, social and emotional development should be fostered and that is an issue that gravely concerns mental health extending to the rest of their lives. I thought the CDC could require employers to keep allowing employees to have sick days when testing positive, so they wouldn't have to make a choice between risking their job and livelihood versus strangers’ physical health and possibly risking permanent damage or death for some with no way to tell (I'm grateful that the risk has been reduced so much by vaccines/boosters and being cautious with masking and washing hands, but I feel it is so important to allow isolation away from work when it concerns transmission and health and recovery). I particularly was swayed more into distrust when I heard that Delta airlines wrote a letter asking the CDC to update isolation periods for vaccinated individuals who would still be required to mask, believing there was no new data to give confidence to such a change in recommendations (10 day isolation period to 5 day isolation and next 5 days with a mask), but found there explicitly was reasoning given on the CDC update from that time available to view on the website’s archives (these have been very helpful because the time of all of this was an emotional traumatizing blur, so specifics are hard to remember). Before I examined this all more after the fact, this led me to believe that the CDC was influenced by economic concerns and the workforce instead of public health and keeping those workers alive and healthy, and furthered my distrust.

I am glad that now I have further examined where this distrust has come from and found that it was irrational on my part, and I regret that I carried on with this tainted view of the CDC for so long. I have struggled with this because I did have a strong trust in the CDC and felt more unsure of where I should find reliable information, knowing the CDC certainly has more expertise than I and has likely devoted a lot of time and research to any particular consideration I might come up with. I hope if others were similarly swayed by political propaganda that sought to utilize fear and stress from the pandemic, that they too come to reexamine how they came to think that way and find trust in this institution of scientists who are clearly passionate about public health and finding ways to keep all of us safe with many unpredictable variables to consider. I feel very ashamed that I allowed my trust in the CDC to be shaken to this extent. I hope scientific research, public health concerns, environmental concerns, and any crisis that requires humanity to understand facts and cooperate is taken more seriously and listened to from experts in each respective field and not turned into political opinions one way or the other. I am so devastated by all the damage COVID has done that feels like it could've been so preventable if this didn't become a political issue and remained a public health crisis to work through cooperatively. I have now come to see that I think the CDC did as much as it could through all of this with all of the consideration at the time and with its limited influence amidst political stress.

Thank you everyone at the CDC, I am sorry that I fell for this propaganda, and I would like to talk to as many people in my life about addressing propaganda and fully considering that no one is fully safe from falling prey to propaganda and biases we don't realize are tainting our full view. Thank you again so much for everything incredible that you have done for humanity. Be kind to yourselves everyone, shit has been so hard honestly.

[justtogetthrough]

Have grad photos day after tomorrow and me being me, completely forgot to even think about what I’m going to wear for them. So I have only tomorrow to see if a) I have mascara that isn’t whack, b) I can find somewhere to buy a white long sleeve fitted shirt, and c) wrangle my eyebrows into looking okay. But I might have screwed up my eyebrows from anxiety-induced picking recently. They’re looking quite thin at the fronts 😑

I hate having no sense of time. Tomorrow’s gonna be stressful.

[mortalityplays]

talking about impenetrable accents/dialect just reminded me. when I was in Milan a couple of years back I was staying in this little rathole hotel and I had the biggest fucking migraine, so I was like non c'è problema I'll just go buy painkillers. of course every pharmacy on the map in a three block radius was closed, so my stupid ass just starts wandering around trying to figure out on the fly if you can get OTC from supermarkets in italy.

I walk into this little everything store (to my foreign eyes the kind of place that back home could sell you a bunch of carrots, a 6-pack of beer, pantyhose, bleach and a screwdriver set) and I see some household basics in the back but not what I need. with the confidence of a person who is only in the city for 3 days because he got bored and packed a bag and booked the cheapest flight available the week before (<= MENTAL ILLNESS), I was like no worries I know some italian, I can just ask.

I grab a bottle of water, walk up to the counter, and I'm like Ciao, hai il paracetamolo? And the guy is like che, and I'm like paracetamolo. Per la mia testa. And he's like che?

This is where I would have said 'aspirina' except I can't take aspirin for medical reasons, or 'antidolorifico' except I don't know that word and I've got no phone data for google translate and also I'm stupid. So in my fucked up leith-glasgow-italian accent I'm like paaa-ra-cetta-mollll-ooo. He's like ohhh bene, bene, and he calls another guy out of the back and asks him to go get something. Other guy then walks out of the store into the street, and before I can be like hey, che la fuck, he comes back and hands me a huge bundle of herbs.

At this point I'm like okay this entire interaction has been a bust, but these guys have been very nice and patient and they're both smiling happily at me because they've been of service, so I'm like ahh perfetto, grazie, pay them a couple of euros and leave.

EVENTUALLY I find a pharmacy that's open, and my head is fucking killing me, and my phone still isn't connecting, and now I have this small shrubbery poking out of my coat pocket, so I don't even bother looking around the shelves. I just walk straight to the counter and I'm like uhh ciao, scusi. And hearing my nightmare of an accent the guy answers in english and I'm like thank christ, do you please have paracetamol. Not aspirin, I can't take aspirin. And he's like yeah yeah hold on, goes into the back, comes out with what I need.

Only when he comes out he gives me this look, and then he starts laughing. And then he pretends he's not laughing and rings me up and I pay, and as I'm leaving I can see him losing it. But I don't care, my head is going to explode, I'm going back to the rathole to close the blinds and fall comatose for four hours.

When I get back to my hotel room I take off my coat and remember the huge bouquet of herbs in my pocket. They smell amazing, and I'm like I'm pretty sure this is parsley in which case I can just get some tomatoes and mozzarella later and make it work. but since I have no idea what that interaction was, I want to make sure. I bring out my phone to get a visual reference of what parsley leaves look like, and because I was using it for google translate earlier I put 'parsley' in the wrong box like a dope and translate it to italian.

prezzemolo

I wish I could have been the pharmacist in the moment he looked at my tired pissed off anglophone ass, heard me say 'paracetamol' in my fucked up accent, and turned around saw what was in my pocket. I'd have lost my shit too.

[kianamaiart]

"Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl" Bios!

NAME: Aika (she/her) AGE: 15 Main Protagonist CV: Anairis Quiñones

BIO:

Aika is an easily excitable and energetic girl. She's generally optimistic and very friendly. She's always eager to try new things as long as it's not her fulltime job of being a magical girl.

As soon as her magical girl duties are brought into the picture, her demeanor changes. She checks out, and often looks for the quickest solution to solve the issue. No flashy transformations and special moves here. She's good with a metal baseball bat or a rocket launcher.

All Aika wants is to live a normal life, make friends and go to school. Unfortunately, like every main protagonist, trouble manages to follow her wherever she goes.

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NAME: Zira (she/they) AGE: 16 Love Interest Best Friend CV: Bennett Abara

BIO:

Zira is everything Aika wants to be. Painfully average, under the radar and a self proclaimed loser.

She's a smart girl but has a hard time applying herself. Instead of paying attention in school, and doing extracurriculars, Zira would much rather be reading her favorite magical girl manga "Moon Sailor".

After Aika forces her friendship upon them, Zira now has to tag along on all of Aika's escapades and experiences new things. Ew. However, they admire Aika deeply and admire her even more after Aika's magical secret comes to light.

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NAME: Hoshi (any/they/them) AGE: unknown Magical Sidekick CV: Christine Marie Cabanos

BIO:

Hoshi is a magical star being sent to Earth to find the chosen one. They made a great choice with Aika, as she's amazing at her job. The only issue is she hates it and is often trying to dodge responsibilities (and Hoshi).

When Aika first started, and still had her heart in it, Hoshi was definitely more neurotic and acted as your typical mentor/magical sidekick. But over time, they gave up on trying to tell Aika what to do and also became a little more apathetic. Aika was getting the job done at least, so what's the problem?

Hoshi still has to make sure Aika doesn't completely give up on being the Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars, which Aika finds annoying.

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NAME: Eclipse (he/him) AGE: 15 Minor Antagonist CV: Aleks Le

BIO:Eclipse is a flamboyant and theatrical individual whose showmanship is out of this world. He refers to himself as

"Eclipse: Servant of Darkness".

He was a D-list antagonist that Aika and her team would fight on occasion. Mostly just saving citizens from him being a nuisance. Eclipse has deluded himself into thinking that he's Aika's rival, main antagonist and love interest. Their love is simply forbidden as he's chosen the path of darkness and her, the light.

After Aika ran away, he managed to find her again. However this time he actually has powers??? Where did those come from? It's as if he's made a deal with darkness itself.

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NAME: Lady DeVoid (she/her) AGE: Old Main Antagonist/Big Bad CV: Shara Kirby

BIO: Lady DeVoid is darkness itself. She's a mysterious being with an incomprehensible amount of power. Power that is currently weakened and that she actually has no idea how to use. She can't seem to remember for some reason...

All she knows is that a long time ago she was defeated and banished by a Star Guardian and that she now wants revenge. The only power she has at her disposal is creating particles of darkness that she can use to possess animate or inanimate objects to create monsters. She prefers others do her dirty work.

She enlists the help of Eclipse to spread these particles with the hopes that it'll eventually destroy the Star Guardian.

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NAME: Miss (she/her) AGE: 39 Side Character CV: Michele Knotz

BIO:

Miss is Aika and Zira's very tired teacher. Looking at her, you might assume she hates her job, but it's quite the opposite. She pours everything into her work and into her students, leaving very little time for her personal life.

She's recently started trying to get it together (after her ex-wife left her) but is still struggling to find that work-life balance.

Prior to Aika enrolling, Miss was Zira's only friend at school and, though she'd never admit it, Zira's probably the closest thing she has to a friend also (oof). She's subsequently become a secret Moon Sailor fan too.

[hayatheauthor]

20 Flirty Remarks to Build Romantic Tension Without Being Overbearing

Feeling stuck trying to give your characters a good flirty one-liner that doesn't sound cringe/overdone? Here are 20 ideas/dialogue prompts for you (that I may or may not have stolen from my own books): 

“I must warn you: you have a dangerous effect on my heart rate.” / "You have no idea what you're doing to my heart right now."

"If I said I wasn’t thinking about you, I’d be lying. And I’m a terrible liar."

"You know, I could get lost in those eyes, but I'd probably trip over my words trying to find my way back." (could also double as description/inner monologue).

“I can’t tell if you’re really charming or if I’m just easily charmed.”

“You have a knack for making me forget what I was going to say. It’s kind of impressive/infuriating.”

“I think you owe me a drink. When I saw you, I dropped mine.”

“I’ve been trying to find the perfect excuse to hang out, but I keep forgetting everything when I’m around you.”

“I bet you get away with a lot of trouble with that smile.”

“You must be a magician because every time you walk in, everyone else disappears.” (The right character could pull it off I swear)

"I’ve been trying to think of something clever to say, but all my brain can come up with is how much I want to (kiss) you."

"I saw that little glance—you’re not as sneaky as you think."

"How do you manage to make even the most mundane things sound exciting?"

"You do this cute thing with your hands when you’re nervous, you know?"

“One more word, and I might just have to kiss you.”

"Finally, there's that pretty smile of yours. I've been waiting for it all day."

"You keep staring—should I be flattered?" / "Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you have a crush on me."

"Do you have any idea how fun it is to watch you try to keep a straight face?"

"I’m pretty sure you could charm the socks off anyone, but I’d like to keep mine on for now."

"If laughter is the best medicine, then I’m pretty sure you’re my favorite doctor."

"Is it bad that I kind of like the way you’re trying to mess with me?"

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🎮 HEY I WANNA MAKE A GAME! 🎮

Yeah I getcha. I was once like you. Pure and naive. Great news. I AM STILL PURE AND NAIVE, GAME DEV IS FUN! But where to start?

To start, here are a couple of entry level softwares you can use! source: I just made a game called In Stars and Time and people are asking me how to start making vidy gaems. Now, without further ado:

SOFTWARES AND ENGINES FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO CODE!!!

Ren'py (and also a link to it if you click here do it): THE visual novel software. Comic artists, look no further ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It has great documentation! It has a bunch of plugins and UI stuff and assets for you to buy! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) You can also port your game to a BUNCH of consoles! ✨Cons: None really <3 Some games to look at: Doki Doki Literature Club, Bad End Theater, Butterfly Soup

Twine: Great for text-based games! GREAT FOR WRITERS WHO DONT WANNA DRAW!!!!!!!!! (but you can draw if you want) ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's versatile! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) ✨Cons: You can add pictures, but it's a pain. Some games to look at: The Uncle Who Works For Nintendo, Queers In love At The End of The World, Escape Velocity

Bitsy: Little topdown games! ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's (somewhat) intuitive! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! You can make everything in it, from text to sprites to code! Those games sure are small! ✨Cons: Those games sure are small. This is to make THE simplest game. Barely any animation for your sprites, can barely fit a line of text in there. But honestly, the restrictions are refreshing! Some games to look at: honestly I haven't played that many bitsy games because i am a fake gamer. The picture above is from Under A Star Called Sun though and that looks so pretty

RPGMaker: To make RPGs! LIKE ME!!!!! NOTE: I recommend getting the latest version if you can, but all have their pros and cons. You can get a better idea by looking at this post. ✨Pros: Literally everything you need to make an RPG. Has a tutorial inside the software itself that will teach you the basics. Pretty simple to understand, even if you have no coding experience! Also I made a post helping you out with RPGMaker right here! ✨Cons: Some stuff can be hard to figure out. Also, the latest version is expensive. Get it on sale! Some games to look at: Yume Nikki, Hylics, In Stars and Time (hehe. I made it)

engine.lol: collage worlds! it is relatively new so I don't know much about it, but it seems fascinating. picture is from Garden! NOTE: There's a bunch of smaller engines to find out there. Just yesterday I found out there's an Idle Game Maker made by the Cookie Clicker creator. Isn't life wonderful?

✨more advice under the cut. this is Long ok✨

ENGINES I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AND THEY SEEM HARD BUT ALSO GIVE IT A TRY I GUESS!!!! :

Unity and Unreal: I don't know anything about those! That looks hard to learn! But indie devs use them! It seems expensive! Follow your dreams though! Don't ask me how!

GameMaker: Wuh I just don't know anything about it either! I just know it's now free if your game is non-commercial (aka, you're not selling it), and Undertale was made on it! It seems good! You probably need some coding experience though!!!

Godot: Man I know even less about this one. Heard good things though!

BUNCHA RANDOM ADVICE!!!!

-Make something small first! Try making simple: a character is in a room, and exits the room. The character can look around, decide to take an item with them, can leave, and maybe the door is locked and you have to find the key. Figuring out how to code something like that, whether it is as a fully text-based game or as an RPGMaker map, should be a good start to figure out how your software of choice works!

-After that, if you have an idea, try first to make the simplest version of that idea. For my timeloop RPG, my simplest version was two rooms: first room you can walk in, second room with the King, where a cutscene automatically plays and the battle starts, you immediately die, and loop back to the first room, with the text from this point on reflecting this change. I think I also added a loop counter. This helped me figure out the most important thing: Can This Game Be Made? After that, the rest is just fun stuff. So if you want to make a dating sim, try and figure out how to add choices, and how to have affection points go up and down depending on your choices! If you want to make a platformer, figure out how to make your character move and jump and how to create a simple level! If you just want to make a kinetic visual novel with no choices, figure out how to add text, and how to add portraits! You'll be surprised at how powerful you'll feel after having figured even those simple things out.

-If you have a programming problem or just get confused, never underestimate the power of asking Google! You most likely won't be the only person asking this question, and you will learn some useful tips! If you are powerful enough, you can even… Ask people??? On forums??? Not me though.

-Yeah I know you probably want to make Your Big Idea RIGHT NOW but please. Make a smaller prototype first. You need to get that experience. Trust me.

-If you are not a womanthing of many skills like me, you might realize you need help. Maybe you need an artist, or a programmer. So! Game jams on itch.io are a great way to get to work and meet other game devs that have different strengths! Or ask around! Maybe your artist friend secretly always wanted to draw for a game. Ask! Collaborate! Have fun!!!

I hope that was useful! If it was. Maybe. You'd like to buy me a coffee. Or maybe you could check out my comics and games. Or just my new critically acclaimed game In Stars and Time. If you want. Ok bye

[lexcys]

★ observing rafe cameron x reader

summary: you were trying everything to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop staring at rafe, unbeknownst to you - he was secretly hoping you were

a/n: this is a surfer!rafe x shy!reader btw!! also this is like pretty much my first ever fanfic so I have no idea what the fuck I am doing so sorry if this is literal ass 😭 no mention of a fem!reader besides the fact that the womans bathroom gets entered

you felt the heat of the sun on your skin as you stepped out of the twinkie. the soft crash of the distant waves barely audible over the hum of the pogues voices

stepping onto the beach, a surge of excitement hits you. the day you and the pogues have been counting down to all week has finally arrived

you take one final glance into your bag, double-checking for anything you might have forgotten—sunscreen, snacks, a book, and a few other trinkets, satisfied you make your way over to your usual spot ready to take off your tshirt and shorts which hid your swim wear underneath, until you spotted someone out of the corner of your eye

rafe cameron

somehow the kooks had managed to pick the exact same date, place and time to visit the beach as you and your friends

while the others were hastly running towards the water stripping on the way down, paying no attention to the kooks, kie stayed back waiting for you

she was already in her bikini while your clothes weren’t even close to leaving your body and landing on the ground

''you coming?'' she asked, hand on her forehead shielding her from the burning sun

''umm'', taking a quick glance around you searched the beach in a, hopefully, unsuspicious way trying to locate rafe again

glancing down you turned your gaze elsewhere, you hoped the sudden heat entering your body was from the sun and not from the sight of rafe taking his shirt off

''I’ll join you guys later, I’m a little dizzy right now'', you spoke swiftly looking up at her, hoping to not get caught in the little white lie

all though kie nodded, the flicker of confusion in her eyes and a quick look behind you told you all you needed to know

you had never verbally stated your attraction to the him but you were pretty sure almost anybody could’ve guessed with the way you tensed up or seemed quieter and clumsier whenever he was in close proximity

taking off your top and shorts you shot a look over to the pogues who were already splashing and practically drowning each other. you giggled while settling down onto your beach towel before applying sunscreen and laying down on your stomach with a book in hand

even though your book was very interesting, the sight in front of you was much more enticing

rafe was currently riding a pretty common wave, yet you found yourself unable to stop staring

you adjusted your book hoping to hide the fact that you were practically ogling at the cameron boy

he was far enough out that you couldn’t make out the details but you still caught the way his hair stuck to his face, the way his body twisted with the rythm of the wave and the way he… kept turning his head towards you?

it seemed like he was looking for you, looking to see if you were watching him

cheeks burning, you try to push your delusions aside trying to find the passage you were reading earlier

you take another peek at him and by the the time you do, he was already out of the water, walking towards his friends with the biggest fucking grin, beaming with pride and confidence, already seeming to rave about the wave he just rode

hearing jj’s laugh you swiftly adjust and pretend to be reading your book that was definitely more interesting than staring at rafe’s wet body and stupid grin

while jj kept whining about how john b, supposedly, almost drowned him they both settled down on your left, luckily on the side where the kooks were lounging

fortunately he also kept talking which meant you were able to peep right past his face and steal short glances towards rafe

it was almost impossible for you to keep your eyes off of him. it didn’t matter where you would see him, you were always stealing glances or simply staring at him from a distance. others could call this stalking but you liked to call it observing, you liked watching him, but not in a creepy way, more so you were admiring him, he was pretty

you liked his side profile, the way his bangs framed his face, the way his eyes looked in the sun, the way his shirts hung onto his fit body - you noticed the way he was very articulate with his hands, which were always adorned with the same two rings, the way the corner of his lips turned downwards whenever he tried not to smile

noticing him facing you, eyeing your group, the staring quickly stopped

at this point the distance between the two groups was too small for your liking because of course the kooks had to settle down as closely as possible to the pogues - it was somehow impossible for them to keep their distance

given the short distance, whenever you actually were brave enough to look again it seemed like he was meeting your gaze, trying to maintain eye contact

heart beating way too fast and cheeks burning, you turn away from jj trying to initiate a conversation with sarah, who was sitting on your right

after a while of, luckily, managing to keep your head from spinning towards him, to meet his gaze - aside from the occasional looks to jj or john b whenever they were contributing to the conversation - you were desperate to get up, to empty your bladder

you dreaded getting up, fully aware that the beach bar was situated just behind the kooks, it meant walking past rafe and the mere thought of that unnerved you - every step would make you acutely aware of your surroundings, mind racing, until the very thought of moving felt like it might turn your legs into jelly

examining the scene quickly you notice half of the kooks gone, including rafe, they must’ve left when you weren’t looking - you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders while also immediately feeling a certain misery overtaking you

this unrequited crush was spiraling out of control

strutting over to the bar you take notice of ruthie with another girl sitting at one of the tables and kelce talking to the bartender seeming to be cracking jokes instead of ordering

walking past them you try to keep your gaze relatively low to avoid any sort of interaction. turning into the small hallway of the bar you exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding

the calmness doesn’t last long because as you round the corner to reach the toilets you spot him, standing in front of the mens bathroom, phone in hand and looking quite bored

before you get the chance to look away he lifts his head and notices you, he smiles - you smile back, a very awkward smile

relatively quickly you turn your head away and enter the women’s bathroom. your head becoming a blur, suddenly already washing your hands ready to leave the bathroom

he must’ve left already, right?

''topper are you fucking coming, man?!'', you catch rafe through the door

your plan of immediately leaving and paying him no mind, began to falter two seconds after stepping out of the bathroom

''hey, y/n'', you hear from behind you, shit

you freeze up for a second, caught off guard, before composing yourself and turning around

immediately drawn to him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hair had dried in quite a messy way, his slightly squinted eyes and the slight smirk splayed across his face

''how are you?'' he questions before you had the chance to greet him back

''I’m doing fine'', you manage to exclaim, nearly tripping over your words before adding the usual ''and you?''

you dig in your mind trying to recall the last time you’d exchanged words beyond the usual "hi" or "hey''

''ditto'',

apparently not completely satisified with your answer, he regards you for a moment, the stare causing a warmth to creep up your neck as you shifted uneasily

''why did your friends leave you all alone over there?'', rafe inquired with a raised brow - a hint of curiosity in his tone, ''they seemed to be enjoying themeselves''

letting out a soft exhale you answer him, attempting to maintain eye contact but faltering almost immediately, ''I wasn’t feeling so good'' was all you manage to muster before adding the word, ''dizzy'' in a rather whispered voice, as you lied through your teeth, hoping he wouldn’t see through it

if he did, he didn’t let on ''are you feeling better now?’'

you nod quickly, meeting his gaze

looking up at him with those almost innocent eyes, he can’t help but offer, ''are you sure? I can get you a glass of water'', an unrecognisable sweetness laced his voice, softening his usual edge

taken aback by his unexpected offer you hesitate before denying his offer by simply shaking your head

he let out a quiet snort, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you struggle to give a simple answer

''what book were you reading?'', he asked, his smirk widening as he leaned further back into the wall, clearly amused at the way the conversation was turning into a playful interrogation, as if he found some strange satisfaction in making you squirm just a little bit

you froze, your mind going blank, searching for the title before realising you genuinely couldn’t remember, maybe because you weren’t actually reading the book

like a savior, topper emerged from the bathroom, a flicker of confusion passing across his face as he scanned the scene before moving past you both, muttering a quiet "let’s go," clearly directed at rafe

for a split second, it looked like frustration crossed rafe’s face, fleeting before you could overthink it, flashing you a smile he pushed himself off the wall and made his way past you

but before he completely disappeared out of view, he turned back with a smirk and called over his shoulder,

''hope you enjoyed the show earlier''

oh