#ate: mc

[albywritesfiction]

After The End

Premise 

Your former fiancé and heir apparent of the Aurelian Kingdom, Prince Ædan, has married the love of his life, the fair Saintess Helene. As the nation celebrates their union, you are left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart... until you receive two letters. One is an invitation to the office of Prince Ædric, the crown prince's younger brother and rival for the throne. The other is a letter filled with concern from your childhood friend and secretary-in-training, Cyfrin, who is currently assisting your father at your family’s ducal estate in the countryside. Each letter contains a proposition that will change the course of your fate forever.

Which one will you choose?

Features 

Play as the male lead’s abandoned betrothed of a historical fantasy romance that has reached ‘The End.’ You will be able to customize your character’s identity and appearance with a variety of options. 

Choose between two routes for your next course of action. Will you accept the offer of an alliance with the crown prince's younger (and more capable) brother and become the monarch you were always meant to be? Or will you take a step back from the noise and hubbub of high society in the capital and return to your family's estate in the countryside, where your best friend promises to arrange such a great vacation for you that you’ll forget about your ex in no time? 

Characters

The Second Prince: Ædric Aurelius

Ædric is known throughout the kingdom as the Dark Prince, not just because of his ebony black hair, but also because of his unsociable disposition. While it is true that his deep violet eyes and usual scowl can be intimidating, he has been nothing but kind to you in all the years that you have known him. Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with a small smile on his face, but he would always deny it ever happened.

(Ædric's introduction post)

The Future Secretary: Cyfrin Galanthus

You have known Cyfrin your entire life, and your father has known him for even longer, given that he discovered your best friend on the doorstep of your home when he was just a baby. Even though he is the older one between you two, he often trails behind you like a duckling following its mother when his break times align with yours. He has often been compared to a dog: always eager to spend time with you, fiercely protective and loyal, sullen and moody whenever you are apart.

(Cyfrin's introduction post)

The Crown Prince: Ædan Aurelius

Handsome and charismatic, Ædan is the definition of a fairytale prince… just not your fairytale prince. With his golden blond hair and crystal blue eyes, he easily captured the hearts of the people upon his social debut. When he unleashes his soft smile upon a crowd, there is a very high chance that more than half of those present will swoon. You, too, were once enchanted by that smile, back when you thought your love would last until the end of time.

(Ædan's introduction post)

The Fair Saintess: Helene

If your world was the setting of a typical romance novel, there would be no doubt who the protagonist would be. People say that her beauty is a blessing from the gods, and that her silver hair and golden eyes were meant to set her apart as the Favored One. Helene may have almost the entire kingdom wrapped around her little finger, but you know that her true colors are lurking just beneath the kind and naive front she puts up.

(Helene's introduction post)

Status

Chapter 1, Part 1: releasing on January 5, 2024 9:00 PM EST

Chapter 1, Part 2: in progress, estimated release in April/May 2024

Chapter 1, Part 3: in progress

(MC's introduction post)

(Frequently Asked Questions)

Game Link

[ryllen]

[ x . x . x ]

[saeraas]

BEST MC BEST MC MY MC

[d0not-disturb]

Cvnty grian skin where did you go 😔🙏

[draguuula]

PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD.

synopsis: mc is a little - just a tad bit - down bad for mychael over their impromptu dinner date. all silly fluff and crack here, maybe spoilers? for a lot of game dialogue used, and a bit of swearing. whoopsie 🤭

"mychael...? is that... yours?"

"i-i..."

the man burrows his head in his hands as he shamefully lowers his gaze while you stare at his tail, the slender limb firmly wrapped around the mug. you can feel the atmosphere in the room change, too, if the tension wasn't already thick enough to cut through with a knife.

"i'm sorry, mc, i think...

"i think it's time i was honest."

as he lifted his head and carded his hair back, you saw his eyes, yellow gleaming despite a shadow downcast over them. you froze as they stared directly at you before swiftly averting your gaze.

you were in awe. you had to fight the urge to have your giddy smile spread over your face with excitement, yet you didn't think you could stop your eyes from sparkling.

as if sensing your heartrate pick up, mychael stuttered out his next words. through your own burning gaze, you could see his throat bob up and down when he gulped.

"i-i know it's a lot to take in, but... this is the real me...

"please... please don't be scared."

he carefully picked and said his words with such utter desperation you felt your heart clench and you grit your teeth, having to stop yourself from bombarding this little forest guy with reassurance.

god, he was so cute.

he tensed even more so than he already was as he saw your jaw clench, trembling slightly while he prepared for the worst reaction from you. it was almost unfair how he waited with baited breath as you nearly passed out from trying not to bounce off the walls with excitement.

i mean, could he blame you? maybe. you were excited just first seeing his rather unusual appearance too when you awoke, but the sheer shock of being in an unfamiliar place and not finding your cat made you a bit... prickly, earlier.

you winced at the memory, and mychael grimaced at the idea of you being disgusted by him. of course, you noticed this only after sensing his gaze on you, awkwardly clenching the kitchen utensils in hand.

"mychael... i..."

you placed them down, a hand over your eyes while you lower lip trembled.

"i...

"i'm not scared.

"honestly, i think you're really fucking pretty."

...

the silence was loud.

"oh. excuse me. that was rude. are you comfortable with swearing? i sure hope so..."

he was going to sputter, but no words came out. instead, his eyes blew wide open and his pupils dilated significantly. like a cat's... you noted.

he clearly stared at you dumbfounded as his face slowly grew blue, silently waiting for an explanation behind your thought process. he couldn't believe what he was hearing. you merely chuckled at his awe. and the cute way his ears lowered and pulled back, by extension.

"o-okay, maybe i came off a little too strongly," you cleared your throat awkwardly, nervously tugging at your collar with a laugh, "aha, maybe i'm a little scared, but-"

"ah! s-sorry." he apologized.

of course he apologized... you thought, just when you were about to say you were scared by how damn alluring and attractive he was because... damn, had you never seen a guy so otherworldly.

you went to sigh at your messed up rizz, but paused midway of doing so as he grabbed a plate, hiding behind it. you blinked at his "hidden" figure with a blank face, opening your mouth to say something but deciding against it as that same mouth already made him panic just now.

"would it help if i just... hide it? i-i could fix my hair like before... if that's what you prefer."

you sat there with tears stinging your eyes mentally. or maybe a singular tear really did slip out as you watched him hunch over to make himself seem less intimidating... he was just too damn adorable.

you finally let out a sigh, a crooked yet bashful smile appearing on your face.

"hey... mychael?"

he flinched in place as your fingertip made contact with his flushed green skin, and you delighted in seeing faint hints of blue decorating his adorable, elongated ears up close. he muffled a response to you from behind his glass shield. you shook your head at his antics.

"...can... you put that down?"

he went silent with the shyest look on his face as he slowly peeked over the plate, all four eyes looking at the floor instead of you.

"...c-can you look at me...?"

he finally glanced at you. you felt that stupid, silly grin of yours take over your face against your will, warmly smiling at him as you got a proper look over his features.

"hi, there."

with just those words alone, his face was almost fully taken over by a shade of blue, much to your amusement. it only served to make you giggle at his shy cuteness while he blushed harder.

"d-don't look at me like that..."

"look at you like what? i'm not doing anything..." you tease, feeling your own face heat up and paint your cheeks a darker hue.

"mc, p-please..." he groaned, on the borderline of hiding his face in his hands again before you apologized, not wanting him to pull himself away from your stare anymore... even if it flustered you, too.

you plucked the mug from his tail as he stared at you, bewildered once more. you stared into the mixture while moving the mug in a circular rotation to watch it swirl, about to compliment his natural affinity for his handiwork in the kitchen before he fidgeted.

"a-are you really... okay with this? with me?"

you noted how his voice seemed small as he questioned you, the blue pigment having seemingly never left his skin. the corners of your lips twitched upwards lazily while you had your own blush dusting your cheeks, now being the one to glance away.

"i said it before, and i'll say it again... you're really pretty, mychael. i think... i think you're really attractive, if i'm gonna be honest..."

he watched as you squeezed your own eyes shut and took notice of your flushed skin, his lips pressed together nervously. he twiddled his fingers together, fidgeting again. "...y-you think i'm attractive?"

your hum in response didn't help his own blush out as his head spun watching you genuinely - genuinely, of all things, get embarrassed and now be the one to bury your head in your hands.

"oh."

he could probably cook something with the heat rushing to his face. yet, he found a silly smile make its way to his lips while his eyes gleamed with happiness.

"oh...!"

what a hell of a first date.

[scrollonso]

my bitch pose is NAAAAASTYYYYY

[vhsmango]

He’s in timeout

[katiky-png]

the aftermath

[minkminkart]

Anyways here’s some Desa because I had it in the vault.

@xoxoalette

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

MC: Do you cook?

Jeanne: I made a cake once.

Mozart: Yeah, it was good.

MC: Really?

Mozart: Don’t make me lie twice, MC.

[negrowhat]

15 Day BL Challenge 2K24

You can find the full challenge here

Day 8: The Trope You Hate Except When It's "This Series."

Cheating as part of the plot except when it's Moonlight Chicken. Specifically the JimWenAlan triangle. Technically Wen didn't cheat on Alan. He said they were broken up when he approached Uncle Jim, but he was still actively living with Alan, sleeping in the same bed with him, and keeping his relationship with Jim a secret from Alan and he was keeping Alan a secret from Jim. It was clear that Wen hadn't fully let Alan go while he was beginning a new relationship with Jim, that's cheating and it was extremely unfair to Alan and Jim.

Alan's anger was completely warranted and I understand why Jim took a step back from Wen's messy ass too. Anyways, the storytelling was so compelling that I found myself not bothered by Wen's messiness. I actually found myself relating to all three characters at different times.

I think it helped that we got to see how AlanWen's relationship fizzled out and that we got to see Alan's POV on how he was dealing with his long relationship abruptly ending. We also got to see Wen kind of deal with the consequences of his actions. He was forced to make some life changes if he wanted to even attempt to be with Jim again. And we were also able to see Alan make his peace with everything and move on. I think the cheating trope worked so well for MC because the story was fully told for all characters involved. It was fleshed out and not enough series offer resolution for the characters who are cheated on.

I don't want cheating as part of the plots for my series, EXCEPT when it's Moonlight Chicken.

[albywritesfiction]

Just out of curiosity... Since Aedrick has been soft in love with MC since the beginning, what WOULD he have done had MC actually married Aedan? *Especially* if down the line Aedan makes it obvious how little he actually does care for MC. For added drama, maybe throw in an am affair with Royal Mistress Helene

Oooooh

This scenario would happen if Ædan hadn't met Helene prior to his and MC's wedding, meaning that Ædan is still keeping up his act as a loving fiancé.

In this case, Ædric would pretty much be like Angelica in the Hamilton musical with her line in the song Satisfied,

"At least I keep his eyes in my life."

because all he sees at this point is that Ædan is treating MC well and MC is happy. Ædric would lock away his feelings and throw the box into the deepest pits of hell if it meant that MC would always be as radiant as they were on their wedding day, and just being able to witness everyday how their eyes seem to twinkle when they smile, even when those smiles aren't meant for him, is an added bonus that he would always be grateful for.

Ædan would still maintain his façade as the ideal husband until he meets and falls in love with Helene.

As he gets to know Helene, the time he'd spend with MC would diminish over time, always giving them excuses so that he could meet with Helene in secret, until he realizes that he loves Helene. Then he would bring her to the palace as his mistress.

Meanwhile, with Ædan gone from the palace on his clandestine rendezvous, Ædric would keep MC company, but he wouldn't see it as an opportunity to get MC to fall in love with him. It's just him spending time with someone because he cares about them, like how he'd spend time with his family and his buddy Bertrand because they're the most important people in his life.

But oh boy, being in love with someone you can't be with is hard. Everyday he thinks that he couldn't possibly fall deeper in love with MC, and every night he just ends up with his head in his hands because damn was he wrong.

I'll try to move on tomorrow for sure. I just have to give them a polite greeting and be on my way. No more inviting them to have a break together. No more finishing work early to have dinner with them. No more checking in on them in their office. I have to get over them.

But when he sees MC the next day, his resolve instantly shatters, like it does everyday, like it has done everyday ever since he fell in love with them.

Tomorrow again, tomorrow for sure.

The day that Ædan brings Helene to the palace as his mistress is the day that Ædric nearly commits fratricide.

[crimswnred]

him: you better not be cunty unfinished MC when I get there

my silly ass:

[llamagoddessofficial]

Da au with kid mc overnight but someone broke in and they were foolish to choose the daycare as their place of entry. What would they do? I can imagine skull or red nearly killing the idiot but didn't for her sake. They would never dare to leave such trauma like that

Someone breaking in? That idiot is dead.

Sans and Red both have extensive safety protocols- Sans especially, considering when there are no kids in the daycare at night he doubles as a security guard. There's usually so many rules in place in their programming to prevent them from hurting someone but when that someone is in the daycare and potentially a threat to a child, it's pretty much the coding version of 'gloves off, do what you want'. Sans, for one, likes to let Skull out... there's nothing scarier to a would-be thief than watching the robot that cornered them slowly crack and stretch until they've transformed into a four-armed beast staring at them with a limp head and one freakish eye.

The fate of the thief is heavily dependent on whether or not Mc is conscious. If she's asleep and unaware, tucked away in blankets in the den, he's going in for the kill- protective instinct can quickly become vicious. But if she's awake, he'll just lock the idiot in a supply closet or something and wait for the police.

[adastra121]

Touchstarved x The Amazing Devil

Since I use a bunch of The Amazing Devil songs on my Touchstarved OC playlists, I decided to match them to each of the main LIs. They're mostly the romantic songs, I highlighted the words that made me think of the characters.

Kuras= “Inkpot Gods.” Fighting god for the one you love. Walking a lonely path. The wild feeling of breaking free from the fate you thought you were bound to, the one you believed you deserved. Rewriting tragedy into redemption.

“Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall.”

“And what you see is not the dark, It’s just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you’ll become.”

"And to those gods, I will speak bluntly 'We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him Please, rest assured that you might not fear a man But to me, by the end, you'll kneel and plea. 'Cause I'm more than what they all told me to be.'"

"And I wish that I could take their hand, But where I'm going is for me and me alone."

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone, Just know I loved you all along."

Leander= “Fair.” Mostly just vibes. Maybe it’s the gentle guitar, the autumnal sound. A space of solace, so achingly and heartwarmingly normal. The hint of insecurity and bitterness toward the world. The charming awkwardness and humour. I don’t know, this song sounds like Leander's giving you a hug. XD

"And he, he curses at the world For leaving him behind, and he's falling out of touch And they are stronger than he's ever been, he knows."

"And if you asked me to, if you asked me, I would lose it all Like petals in a storm."

"And calm throughout his melodrama They will turn and say, 'Dear heart, it's me, it's me. You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not.'"

"'How unfair, how unfair,' they'll sing As they dance across the darling rooftop wreck."

Vere= “That Unwanted Animal.” It’s either feral in a horny way or horny in a feral way. I don’t know which. Both, maybe? I imagine this is what it’d be like if Vere devoured you.

"And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear 'Be good to me,' I whisper."

"I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made, But fuck all your plans, I'm bored! ‘And can't you hear that scratching?’ I ask your eyes."

"And we fall into each other, the scratching grows so loud Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out… Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours."

"'Be good to me,' I beg of him. And he replies, 'No, no, not I.'"

Ais= “Ruin.” The wreckage after a storm. The strength and the fight inside you that has helped you survive until now being the very thing that destroys what matters to you. Ill-timed jokes. Unspoken regrets. Second chances among the ruin. Also the bird sounds throughout, because, you know. Sparrow. Hehe.

"Our mortar was your laughter And you hurled curses at the land. We didn't talk, we made universes Out of bitten lips and broken hands." This is basically the summary of Ais's scenes in the demo

Mhin= “Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious.” Not belonging, but desperately wanting to. Screaming silence and yearning to be heard. Chance meetings with someone else on the outside looking in. Being outsiders together. Oh, and there’s a cat.

"And I know I won't be long 'Cause I know I don't belong."

"As all my steps too far keep telling me 'This is who you are,' I should go home. I'm not lonely. I just like being on my own."

"Now I'm lying on a bed full of coats Trying desperately to cope. When you open up the door, say something stupid like 'You're lying on some coats,' I say, I know."

[draguuula]

TAKE MY EYES.

synopsis: mammon tries to verbally tell you he appreciates you. kinda angst but full of soft comfort for all my therapist mcs. wrote this when i was at school and just finished... Σ(×_×;)! not proofread... again.

golden flecks drowning in an azul pool glanced at your form from across the picnic table. you had chosen to sit outside despite the slight chilly breeze as it was peaceful and quiet in contrast to the usual bustling atmosphere inside of the R.A.D. cafeteria.

his eyes searched your form with your back turned to him whilst you hummed in thought to yourself, thinking of what snack to get from the vending machine. he squinted harder. why did he feel so strongly about you? it wasn't even the sappy need to wrap you in his arms, he noted, no - not like the dramas he watched with satan and asmodeus. at least, not just that.

his features softened as he looked down at his hands with a thoughtful gaze. he just wanted oh so badly to let you see yourself the way he saw you with his own eyes.

the way your eyes would light up at seeing even the smallest or cheapest phone charm to match with him, or the way you would grin at him and his brother's antics whenever there was always some curse or mystery happening around the house of lamentation...

he wanted to protect that peace you brought to him - he needed to.

you noticed him awfully silent as you stalked back over to your shared table, and he only noticed your presence once you slunk back into your seat. no words had to be spoken as a heavy silence lingered in the air. all day, he had stayed uncharacteristically quiet just like now, lost in thought; a sort of epiphany, if you will.

"mammon, i'm here if you want to talk."

"that's the issue," he responded a bit too quickly, his cheek pressed against his palm as he huffed. he rested his elbow on the wooden table and glanced to his right at the wild ivy clinging to the sides of the R.A.D. building, anything to avoid your confused gaze. your never-ending understanding, caring, and compassionate gaze.

"you're always ready to talk," he sighed after a silent interval, furrowing his brows as a shadow downcast over his eyes. he seemed to be rather frustrated with something, his white lashes fluttering (ironically) heavenly over his cheekbones before he closed his eyes. it was only then as you took in his discontented appearance that you noticed a tint of blush highlighting his cheeks ever the slightest.

"...yes? is that not what one does to hold a conversation?" you cheekily responded, shooting him a closed eyed smile. at that, he opened his eyes and finally stared at you directly. the eye contact was fierce, and you wondered what his determination behind that look was.

"i'm serious, y/n. why... why don't ya ever talk about yourself, huh? yer always going on and on about wanting to be there for us, but... ya never... talk about yourself," he tried to explain his concern in the kindest way possible, scratching his nape. it was hard to get the gruffness out of his voice when he was embarrassed to be the one who called you out on it, yet he knew he'd take the job any day seeing as he was your first man, after all.

"oi. what i'm tryna tell ya," he crossed his arms now on the table, yet one of his hands reached out to find its way over to yours. "is that i'll be here for you if ya ever wanna open up... i ain't gonna force ya to, but just know it's an option."

despite his frown and eyebrows knitted together, you could tell he really meant in genuinely and that he wasn't mad at you. oh, he could never be mad at you when you were his sweet little angel.

one step at a time, with every soothing rub he massaged your knuckles with.

but that's what worried him. you weren't meant to be some godsent creature to tame them. and he'd make sure you knew how much you could rely on him as well.

and every kiss he planted those same knuckles with.