#can't wait to write the variables

[hungrydogs-if]

Struggling to choose between what kind of familial angst my mc is gonna have. On the one hand, we have loving parents, but they're dead. On the other hand, we have hateful parents, but they're alive. Decisions, decisions, lol. I'm probs just gonna end up doing both anyway, to spice things up lmao.

Anyway! Hope you're doing well, babes! Stay hydrated, homie. 👋

oh don't you worry, all of the family variables will have their fair share of dramatics 😎 can't wait for you to read the differences! gonna try me best to pull on your heartstring on both playthroughs.

[yandere-wishes]

⋆ Anomaly ⋆

❤Summary: Reader is an anomaly. A noblewoman of foreign descent. She doesn't belong here. But oh how she wishes to burn the world down just like William.

❤Author's note: A little something for Ana (@yandere-romanticaa) I hope you enjoy it!!

❤Warnings: Reader is traumatized, Yandere behavior, killing and blood, cryptic. I swear I know how math works…I've just been slaking this summer.

There are equations written over your skin. Complex formulas he's yet to solve. Exponents and variables freckle your body, scattered shards that try to tell him something, whispering the world's secrets every time he kisses your hand. You are an anomaly he thinks. Face full of cracks where the stars seep through. You're a mistake in the universe. A perfect doll misplaced. You are something, William is almost sure of it.

At heart, William is and always will be a mathematician. It just so happens that crime and math follow the same principles. Both require diligence and practice. Carefully throughout plans of how one must approach such a conundrum. One may call it a formula or a modus operandi or anything else as jejune. But in the end, a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.

And yet to Moriarty, you are an equation that refuses to be solved. An enigma he's desperately sought to unravel since your first meeting.

William notices something odd as you stroll down an exquisite exemplar of the golden ratio. Something the lord of crime can't fully place. You're akin to a puzzle missing far too many pieces to properly depict its picture. Maybe it's the setting he ponders as he watches you take careful steps in heeled shoes. Maybe it's the music from the ballroom or the meaningless prattle of the aristocrats that robs your form of all logic. Something is amiss with you and he's frantic to find out what it is.

William introduces himself when you reach the bottom of the staircase. He's never been one to show primary interest in the ladies. Rather he waits in the faint glow of the moonlight until someone approces him. Maybe it's the need to distinguish himself from the other aristocrats, maybe it's the repulsion for their customs and manners that refrains him from ever commencing idle chatter. Yet with you, a girl he's never met before, he finds it fitting to say hello first. To talk, about nothing and everything in the same breath. He mentions his admiration for the staircase in passing. Never expecting you to latch on to the words and morph them into the divine proportion. "My father was a mathematical enthusiast, he's passed that on to me as well." Your words slip into his veins like a narcotic, like the melody of an ancient tune lost to time.

William smiles, easy and bright like the melting rays of the desert sun. "Quite the coincidence, I'm a mathematics professor at Durham University". There's a giggle that bleeds from your rose-tainted lips. Reverberating in the chambers of his heart. "A toast then" you propose "to the lethal magnificence of calculation"

You click your champagne glass against his, as something feral festers within the young nobleman.

It's only days later when he's replaying that night in his head as he sips his afternoon tea. That he realizes your champagne glass was empty that whole time. How strange he pondered, wondering if he'd even seen you touch a single intoxicant all evening.

Four days and three sleepless nights later William finds himself tracing the letters of your name with tender adoration. As if he's engraving prayers upon his bones. He needs to see you again as desperately as he needs to breathe. The letter he writes is aloof, meticulous. Prying on your curiosity, hoping you'll take the bait. One miserable day later Louis delivers a letter bathed in your fragrance. Informing the lord Moriarty of your acceptance of his invitation for tea. William folds the letter with the leniency of a biologist regulating their slides. Tucking it away within his breast pocket.

You wear red when you oblige his invitation. An odd red, one that breaks his perception of the color. It's too vibrant yet too opaque. He's beginning to wonder if everything about you is an irregularity. When he ushers the conversation to your garment you merely laugh and brush it off as having belonged to your mother. There's something wrong with that reply as if the universe weeps at your every word. William watches astonished as if he's been told a secret lost to time.

It becomes a habit, an obsession, an addiction really. Tea thrice a week with the woman who plagues his dreams. He lets his cover slip between sips of tea. Permitting you glances into his dark affairs. There's a moment that breaks the norm. A bizarre instance when you ask him to spare no detail in recounting how a poor tormented man murdered the marquess that raped his wife. William stops the proclean cup mere millimeters from his lips. His voice dies in his throat as his mind races to find an appropriate way to tell a lady such a bloody tale. For a second reality slips away.

Reality has a tendency to slip away unnoticed when he's with you.

You weave William tales of foreign lands that sound like they belong in children's fairytales. You tell him about heroes who've done the impossible and kings whose hearts are as pure as the summer skies.

Something about you reverberates in his subconscious. Oh, how he wishes to engulf you, to pick apart your flesh revealing all those dainty secrets you keep in your pretty little chest.

He asks how you know of such utopic lands. You smile. "Because I once lived there"

One day, as Louis serves black tea with rose petals, you bring up a rather peculiar request. "Permit me to assist you in your quest for equality lord Moriarty." William's beginning to believe he's going mad when he hears you. Albit it may as well be expected. Any sane noble lady would have run away many times over. Yet you remain. Forever poised in your adorned seat. Now more than ever William wishes he knew what you truly are. "I want to help you", you plead. "Allow me to aid you in burning this world down and starting anew". He shouldn't have accepted, he shouldn't have nobbed. He shouldn't have left his seat to trace the side of your face with more love than he knew he possessed.

Sometimes, William wonders if something is haunting you, an apparition nesting within the depths of your heart. He ponders what could drive a brilliant mind such as yours to crave the blood of the rich. You once told him about a heritage disrespected. A legacy buried under sand and water lilies. He's yet to find the true meaning behind those words. Does that make you a threat or an ally? Can either be exalted to a lover?

Moriarty promises you the world. Promise you revenge. He's not sure if he too will burn away in your vendetta. Yet he's willing to take the risk if he can hold you close after every murder case.

"I've tried to kick the habit of strolling around the cemeteries at night. Yet I must admit I rather enjoy this." William smiles at your twisted words as he leads the way. If everything has goes as planned -which is most often the case- then the two of you should be prepared for quite the spectacle. A certain Count - who had shown more interest in you than Moriarty could permit- would be getting knifed by his butler whose life he had ruined. A whole new meaning to the term 'the butler did it'. Quite comedic from William's perspective.

You lean on a withering oak tree, hidden by London's thick fog. William stands by your side, the personification of a grim reaper. You watch the play begin, the cobblestone stage illuminated by the blood-red moon. The confrontation, the knife being thrust into the rich vermin's heart. Again and Again and Again. The butler screams into the bloodstained night. His words quelled by his sobs and screams of agony from his dying tormentor. You only catch half of his reasoning, half of his allegations. And yet that is more than enough to comprehend his motive. You sympathize with the poor man, one whose scars mirror your own.

William's scarlet gaze befalls you, as the performance nears its end.

You pick at your nails in a manner that William finds a little too adorable.

You are an anomaly masquerading as a human. Depression lays heavy over your bones as stardust gathers in the corners of your eyes.

You pray to the creator of the moon, pray for a place long since destroyed.

"I've yet to find someone who truly understands me," you say as the two of you begin the journey back to the Moriarty estate.

"Then we share the same burden, my lady," William says, stopping in his tracks.

He lays a firm hand on your shoulder pulling you backwards into his embrace. Somewhere in the distance, three crows consecrate you with their blessings. Willian's hands rest heavy on your sides. He holds you like a little boy holds his father's arithmatic books. Full of care, full of wonder. "What are you" he whispers into your ear. Leaving a playfully hard bite to the shell. His lips trace yours like one traces a treasure map. Trying to unearth all the riches of the world. "My anomaly" he mutters before he finally commits.

When Moriarty kisses you the whole world melts away.

There's an intriguing lightheadedness that follows. As if the stars themselves have exploded within you. You wonder if basking in his presence will mend your tattered heart.

"My precious little anomaly"

Tag list: @elvyshiarieko @himerurun @latolover @aru-nightmare @guidingstarsstuff @myfancollections

[meaningofaeons]

I like your writing so much ❗❗Can I request hcs about Gepard and his second in command who is also his childhood friend? They're reckless and disobedient but super capable. And poor Geppy can't even be too strict with them because he's pining so much and they're also pretty charming so every time he tries to be strict they're being like "aww Geppy is worried about me~ now now you know I can handle myself, I would never let my Geppy down hehe ✌🏻"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ long time coming

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 996 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluffy but also angsty (I feel like that's just all my fics atp LOL), reader is second in command of the silvermane guards, reader is kinda a little shit teehee

this is so cute... more geppie love.... I will gladly write for him at any time. thanks for the req! also sorry again I FEEL LIKE ALL MY HCS TURN INTO SCENARIOS LOWKEY BUT!!! （=´∇｀=）

Let's be clear: you give poor Geppie high blood pressure on a near-daily basis.

Gepard is a man renowned for his calm, tactical thinking, his ability to get through any situation in battle.

You're just the variable that throws off his every calculation.

As his personal Second in Command, the Vice Captain of the Silvermane Guards, your own reputation precedes you as well. Gepard has more than enough sense to know you're capable, as befitting your title. He'd seen your ability time after time.

You two had a nice and steady relationship, if not a bit balanced in your favor.

Gepard just couldn't seem to say no to you in more cases than not.

It didn't help that you were quite the charmer, able to sweet talk your way into discounts at stores when you were meant to be on patrol, or even slip him some flowers that you had plucked from a nearby planter.

You'd been like this since the two of you were young, so it was no surprise.

You had even charmed Serval into adoringly calling you her "future little sibling-in-law", much to Gepard's mortification.

Turning his face red, while a favorite pastime of yours initially, was quickly becoming one of hers as well.

Of course, his sister knew very well his huge crush on you. It seems that even with all your flirtation, however, you... did not.

Still, Gepard would do anything for you.

You didn't even need to employ your mildly swindling tactics on him. If it was you that asked, it would be done.

However... some things you did he just couldn't accept.

"Fall back! The Fragmentum spread in this area, the monsters are stronger than before!"

"There's automatons in that sector! Stay here, wait for reinforcements!"

"Hang on while I grab some bandages! Don't rush back in with an open wound!"

Order after order, all ignored by you as you did as you saw fit.

Isn't he supposed to be your superior?!

Gepard could do little to stop you once you had your mind on the 'correct' course of action, even if it meant endangering yourself, but never others.

That one time, a horde of Fragmentum monsters had appeared from nowhere, their power heightened thanks to the corrosion.

Instead of falling back as ordered, you had led the charge with your own division, and had come through with every guard in one piece. You, however, suffered a fair few superficial wounds.

"Aw, is my dearest Geppie concerned for little ol' me?"

"This isn't the time, Y/N—"

"Come, now. I'm just fine! Let's get in there and finish the job."

He couldn't argue.

The next, it was automatons going out of control, ones that had somehow crawled their way to the surface. A rare occurrence, but an occurrence nonetheless.

Rather than let the rookie guards spend even one more moment in uncertainty behind enemy lines, you charged in, taking them out and rescuing the newbies yourself.

"Y/N, that was incredibly reckless! You could've gotten hurt, or worse...!"

"Geppie!" You barreled into his arms, affection in your eyes as always. "I love when you worry for me, but look! Fine, as usual!"

The only thing fighting off the blush from his cheeks was the indignation he felt at your disobedience.

And that third time... Well, that was now.

"Y/N!"

The weapon of the Fragmentum beast was no joke—it had dug right past your armor, leaving you panting and clutching your wound on the ground as your fellow soldiers went ahead in your stead.

Gepard, too, stayed behind. He had to make sure you didn't continue on in this state.

"Hey, Geppie... It's fine, I can—"

"No, you can't!"

You see a lot from Gepard, but the one thing you'd never seen from him was this level of hurt.

It was time for a bit of a heart-to-heart.

"You always do this...! Even when we were young!" he murmured bitterly as he tied off the bandages around your gash.

"You'd step into fights without thinking twice, steal money back from thieves even if it meant getting threats, even though you were so young!"

"You never think of yourself, nor of the people who would care if you were hurt or gone!"

"...I can't just let my underlings get hurt, Gepard. We can't let the young buds be plucked."

"That doesn't mean you need to throw your own life away!"

Silence, aside from your occasional pained grunts as Gepard finished patching your wound, filled the clearing.

"...I just... want to do what's best for others."

It was surprisingly candid coming from you of all people, but the man hung his head in response.

"And I just want to see you safe, Y/N."

"Captain Landau, Vice Captain Y/N!"

A soldier greeted you two with a salute.

"We've cleared the monsters in this area."

"Excellent work!" you laughed from your position on the ground, rising to your feet with Gepard's help. "Head on back. Captain Landau and I will join you in a moment."

Ever since you were children, Gepard was always a bit awkward. Even in this moment, it was still the same.

The man wasn't sure where to keep his hands—while still eager to assist you, he didn't want to overstep.

You crossed that boundary by pulling him into a hug, one that he gladly reciprocated once he processed what was happening.

"I'll try to be more considerate of myself," you whispered, so quietly that he wasn't sure if he heard you right.

When Gepard pulled back, that familiar mirth was in your eyes again.

Instead of making him worry or panic, however, the sight brought him a smile.

"Okay."

"C'mon, Geppie. I'm gonna start thinking you're into me if you act that worried!"

Your teasing was only met with quiet, until he reached a gloved hand out to take yours.

"And if I am?"

Well, it was your turn to be the one turned red.

[81buttons]

Hii ^^ I love your account it's really the fandoms I love and I wanted to ask you if you could write a story about james wilson where he and the reader end up on a date at the monster truck (a bit like the episode with Cameron and House) or maybe House is there too, I just want a story a bit in the same style as the episode ‘cause I love that moment but with wilson. Thanks again keep writing I can't wait to read all your stories ❤️😊

hello so you should know that I am currently in my Wilson era so I loved writing this story, I took your basic idea and modified certain things I hope you like it...

´Like a date ?’ Part 1

Part 1 (this one), Part 2 , Part 3

House md!James Wilson x reader 

summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team

TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team

sorry for the grammar mistakes

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"I am the best"

Wilson raised his eyes from his lunch, House stood in front of him with his eyes sparkling with joy? Or pride may be in any case it was not a good sign.

"And you want me to tell you that..." James replied not sure where his friend was going.

"I want you to tell me that yes I am the best being on this planet that is called Earth, that you will create me a congregation dedicated to the god House so that I have thousands of supporters and faithful, and finally that you tell me that I am the best thing that has happened to you even better than your 3 marriages. ”

James looked at him perplexed unable to know what he was going to announce, knowing his friend it could go from a simple action like buying him a can of coke or offering him a 2-year trip to the Pacific islands, or killing someone, the variables were endless.

"My friend, what are you doing on Friday night, no, it's not even a question in fact, I'm announcing that Friday night we're going to see you and me the Monster Trucks"

Wilson was shocked, a surprise a real good surprise from his friend, who did not ask him to commit any violation of the law. But suddenly his face darkened.

"Wait, you said this Friday night"

"Yes, Friday, you and I are as free as the air in the fabulous world of car destruction"

Wilson was embarrassed

"House, I can't I'm really sorry"

"I think you didn't hear, it's probably because of your old age but it's okay I'll repeat it to you, I said Monster Truck and you have no choice"

"I know I know but I had already planned something that evening"

" What can be better than that? Your wife? Your ex-wife? Your ex-ex-wife? Believe me, none is worth it"

Wilson sight, of course when House was offended he became bitter.

"It's been a month since I promised a friend to see him tonight, it's been almost 7 years since we saw each other, and I told him that we would see each other in town and that I will organise everything"

House stared at him for a second and then took a breath, he didn't believe what he was going to say.

"Your friend there... uh"

"Ben"

"Yes, Ben, does he like Monster Trucks ? ”

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House had managed to get two more tickets for tonight, yes two tickets because after he offered to invite his friend Fred to his Monster Truck party, Wilson had told him that he didn't need to do this for him and that he didn't want to force House to spend the evening with another person just so he could go see the Monster Trucks. 

For House yes, seeing the Monster Trucks without Wilson wasn’t possible, it's like eating bread without butter, watching a movie without popcorn, going to Vegas without playing, seeing Cuddy with a low-cut without saying anything ... in short impossible for him. 

But Wilson had insisted, because of his damned conscience he could not accept this ticket without feeling bad about his friend. So House offered him to also bring a friend like that he would not be completely alone during the evening.

"A friend? ”

"Yes, a friend, what do you think I have no other friends than you? ”

"No, no, it's just that I haven't met them before"

"Well, you'll see them on Friday night" and he left his office

"House if you bring back a ho-"

And now he found himself with less than 24 hours to find a "friend" for tonight, so that he would not be alone in front of the duo Wilson / Derek.

He thought about it very seriously, he had to be a person who he is sure is not a plan for tonight. Either a person from the hospital, it is well known that doctors have no life apart from their work. 

Cuddy? No, he needed someone who was afraid of him.

Foreman? No, he would surely say no and the company would be rather unpleasant

Chase? Maybe even if the Australian has surely never heard of the Monster Trucks on his island.

Finally he had an illumination, of course it was the ideal plan, he had to invite Y/N.

Since his arrival as a member of his team, House has noticed his friend's obvious link with the young doctor. After all, the woman was beautiful and young, one of the reasons why House hired her in the first place, but in addition ‘miss perfection’ also claimed to be a good doctor, from time to time according to him but enough to be useful to the team. 

Wilson always had the unfortunate habit of flirting with all the beautiful women he met and they fell into his ´nice boy' trap so easily that it had lead to 3 spoiled marriage. But with doctor y/n it was different, after carefully observing them several times, House had seen that the young woman was making her friend nervous, for one of the first times it was he who was in a lower position.

It was very satisfying to see how he managed to forget everything when he saw her, to the point of sometimes stammering slightly, if he pretended to listen to her we could see that he was completely lost in front of the young woman. In short, he was a mess in front of her.

This was a enough for House to invite her, okay she was not necessarily the perfect candidate, he should surely have to explain the rules to her for hours and she would surely be suspicious in the first place. But House saw this as a "revenge" on Wilson, he already imagined his friend's face; or even George's, when he was going to arrive at the woman's arm who drives him crazy. 

House knew he was pinching for her, they had talked about it but Wilson didn't want to do anything at the moment. So House had to force things a little, and after all y/n was one of the few people apart from Wilson to support House and accept his humour, and he also appreciated it especially when she shuts down Foreman or Chase, she was smart and clever.

Upon entering his office, he saw her studying a file on the table in the next room.

"Hum" he coughed so that the young woman noticed his presence.

She gently raised her eyes to look at him. "Everything all right? ”

"What are you doing tonight? ”

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Part 2

[louroth]

Hello everyone :> 

It's been a month! it's incredible how much my life has changed- while I'm still adjusting I'm just...still walking on clouds. it feels unreal. the patreon took off and I can almost make a living wage on it which is frankly fucking insane, and the discord is so vibrant it scared me for a moment (not anymore- shooting the shit with the people there is the favorite part of my day, even if I sometimes just leave a trail of emotes lskjdhajksdhkjasd.) I couldn't have asked for a better community. YES I am crying about it. Thank you, so, so much. I am cradling your face in my hands. crying.

But as always, enough of my bleeding heart. Let's get to it!

The first two weeks after posting the update, I took a sort of quasi vacation and only wrote a handful of story-words each day, and spent some time fooling around in the discord + brushed off my smut archive to refine for Patreon. There are already 4 stories up, and a new one coming tomorrow- though I haven't decided yet whether it will be possessive/jealous L sfw short or one very nasty short where you come across a particularly insistent species of vines while trekking the forest. hehe. we'll see. >:3

But, even though I had to rest not to combust after work, I am very pleased to say that the next chapter is coming along great, with the skeleton finished for its entirety, and about 45% and some change already written (it's very hard to gauge because I jump around a lot when I write.) This is the final chapter before the forest, filled with action and the heart wrenching drama of offering tenderness to a certain someone, and deciding for your hunter when enough is truly enough. I have teared up writing certain scenes and I genuinely cannot wait for you to experience this next part yourselves. 

It is so funny reading things I wrote for this chapter six months ago, or longer, because I knew exactly what emotions I wanted to bake in and couldn't really nail it, but now it is coming together beautifully! Sure, it will still be wonky first draft writing, but the core is there and that is all that matters for now. I'm saying soon™ for the update for now, because I am allowing myself to adapt to writing full time- I didn't quit my job to become my own nightmare boss, and I truly want to enjoy this process. I think, in the long run, it will result in a better story. Patience is my mantra. All in due time- I cannot force quality creative work. But by everything wretched and sinful, I cannot wait to share this next part with you!!! I'm frothing at the mouth!!!

In other news, y'all. I need to get organized. I get heartburn thinking about all the different variations of files and notes and notebooks and scraps of paper and variables and branches of plot and just generally, the things to keep track of is getting to the point of a dragon hoard of scary 'oh no I forgot about that part'. I'm gritting my teeth through it until this chapter is out, but after it, I am going to spend some time to

 1) get my shit together in gorgeous, beautiful spreadsheets

2) get serious about finding beta- and proofreaders. (me @ u: 🥺)

But that's it, my friends! I scrapped an entire progress report because I started sounded corporate and listing points which was just... sad. I really hope I evolve into writing these in a more fun way, which would make them more fun for you to read too! But for now, I think this will do. I hope you have a beautiful day/night, and if you would like to see more in depth dev-logs of my writing life, or random sneak peeks, I post those weekly on patreon!

Or join our discord, which. It's just the nicest place, I can't even come up with words that do it justice. It's my favorite daily newspaper.

Until next time! x

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Update 19/05/2023

Hey everyone, it's Nai here.

As you may know, Mishka had a bit of an emergency situation with her rabbits this week (which is still ongoing) and hasn't wanted to leave them. She plans with paper and pen anyway but it just meant she couldn't get online so she's asked me to give you all an update this week instead.

Even with the rabbit-situation, we've got LOADS done toward Book 4 planning! I started recording ALL of Mishka's coding variables, all the way back from Book 1 onto new software that Mishka can search so easily that I think it will be an asset when it comes to writing. I also started digitising and collating all of the bits of paper and notes Mishka has used for character sheets so that's all getting organised so she can actually see everything all in one place for any character she's created.

Mishka has done amazingly too! She's got pages and pages and pages of notes fleshing out the story for Book 4 - I'm already sooooo excited for this book, she's got some amazing ideas already and I can't wait to see them written out. She's also got really good plans on this book's "baddy", they're gonna be something else, let me tell ya!

We also had a bit of a funny moment this week, we were working lovely and quietly and calmly, really in "the zone", when out of nowhere Mishka yells "I need something to write on!" and we're scrabbling around for some paper and pens when I just shove my laptop into her hands and tell her to get her idea down! She typed so furiously that it seemed as though her fingers couldn't keep up with her brain. But she came up with the opening of the entire book, and jeez...WHAT an opener it is!

Hopefully, next week will be a bit calmer but even with everything going on, we've had a really productive week so until then, we hope you have a great weekend - we'll be offline as usual but we'll talk to you again next week!

[remnantsofthepast-if]

Monthly Update – February 2024

Well, Enid’s charm worked its magic. She wanted to actively participate more in social media and now she’s taken charge of overseeing the monthly updates! I mean, how could I resist that face? :D

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I am very happy with the progress this month! Expanding the details in the summary is helping me a lot to write more smoothly. So much so that I've already written more than half of chapter 9! Right now, I'm working on the romance scenes, with Rayco/Gara and Albert/Lavina's scenes finished, and starting Ada/Omar's, which I think is going to be the longest by far due to the number of variations. The relationship between Ada/Omar and the MC is the most complex of the four so far in terms of variables. In this scene, you can actively choose how the MC feels about Ada/Omar, something that doesn't happen in the other routes since they are more direct, so to speak. Although this doesn't mean you won't have choices to make with the other ROs! Each one has its own path to follow (some more intense and anguished than others), but Ada/Omar's is much more flexible. What you choose in this chapter will completely change how Ada/Omar interact with the MC, and I'm very happy with the result so far!

On another note, there are a couple of exciting developments in the works that I can't reveal just yet, but I'm confident many of you will love them, and I can't wait to share it all! I've also been shaping the new scenes I'm going to add and writing down things I need to edit in previous chapters. It's going to take me longer to edit everything than to write this chapter, lol!

By the way, I hope you enjoyed the Valentine's Day illustrations! While I usually reserve them for Patreon subscribers, I couldn't resist sharing them with everyone. There are a few moments throughout the year that I believe are worth sharing with all of you. Special occasions like the ROs birthdays and things like that ^^.

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Have a fantastic month and see you at the end of March ;)

[oneknightstand-if]

I just discovered this IF out of context through your chapter update post and just jumped in blindly cuz I saw fencing and went "!!!! fencing !!!!" (Even tho I ended up going the polo route for the first playthru cuz POLO!!!!!!!! I havent heard/seen polo mentioned in over a decade this was like an oasis for me (side side note; love that u included Midsummer holding his breath to loosen the girth. When I read he was an "antics" horse i figured thats something he'd do lol. Vindication. Its such an often overlooked detail)) and going into this blind was wild BUT HOLY COW THIS IS SO COOL? You weaved together the seemingly dispirate parts of the premise together so well! I love how much of a nerd MC can be! The wikipedia links are such a clever touch! And as a game dev student OH MY GODS THE VARIABLES. THERE'S SO MUCH FLAVOUR TEXT. IM IN AWE OF UR PATIENCE AND ABILITY TO WRANGLE THOSE! The writing is great as well, I love all the details you weave in and I love what sus bastards (affectionate) both Adrian and Merlin are and the breadth and depth of research that has gone into this is insane. The lore and mystery aspects are so engaging I love love love this so far and can't wait to see how the story further unfolds. Best of luck to you!!!

Thanks for the compliments! Yeah, all the various flavor text variations depending upon the MC's personality and their previous decisions is how the game ended up with a 60k route out of 600k text. The behemoth that eats people's brains.

And it's great to see that someone actually picked up on what was going on with Midsummer Knight's Dream (and also Knight Rider) when it came to their saddling. F in the chat for all the MCs who didn't realize and fell off their horse when the saddle slipped.

[altraviolet]

whenever I want to comment on fics, I tend to overthink simple comments like, "can't wait for the next chapter," or "take a break."

I just feel like it states the obvious or puts pressure on the author. idk, it's silly. what do you think about it?

I don't mind comments that say "looking forward to what comes next!" or "take your time!"

What I don't like is if a comment says something like "hope it doesn't take so long/as long as last time" or if it just says "next ch plz." Like I get it. I know the time between postings is really variable. And technically those types of comments should be taken as a compliment, since the reader wants more. But it feels like they brush off all the hard work I did for the chapter that was just posted. They aren't acknowledging the work already done but are demanding more.

If you'd like, here's a little test you can put your comment through:

You just spent 15+ hours writing 10,000 words. Would you want the comment you're about to make?

[obligatory "all authors are different"]

As a quick aside, one really cool and easy comment you can do is to copy paste a part of the chapter you liked and then say why you liked it. This is how I comment when I don't have enough brain for words and expressing feelings. It can be as simple as:

>Whirl and Soundwave had a 'flicking each other off' contest but no one won because no one had a middle finger. LOL that's hilarious. I flicked off my brother when I read it

[reinekes-fox]

Okay i wanna try to remember everything i wanna say.

Spoilers... probably alot!! Sorry.

I'm gonna number this!:

1. I loved being able to play the game all over again because it felt new to me even tho duh it's not.

2. I liked being a dove. It was my first playthrough as a dove and i was suprised at the optional dove RO even tho we've encountered her before.

3. I still think jonah is absolutely adorable omg.

4. Chase is still a goddamn menace but again romancing him as a Dove just hits different. I still have to do my baby elronds route again and astroria is actually scary. Her and marcel gimma the creeps no lie 🤣 I'd take the yandere aka droznik over them anyday.

Getting onto the update:

1. I still think basti is hot even tho he wants to kill me. Like bruh just lemme flirt with you're dead ass 😒

2. I'm gonna murder Adam!!! Legit. Especially if you were all flirty with him before. My poor baby MC he just thought the dude liked him.

3. Our mother still sucks.

4. Can i stop like dying???!!! 7 on 1 is cowardice 😒 also love how Chase literally kisses us out of a trance.

5. I was not expecting Drozniks' revelation at all!!!! That threw me for a whole loop.

6. There is a scene at the hospital you probably can't fix tho where on his route he helps you get dressed but then all of a sudden Its Fuschia, which confused tf out of me ngl 🤣

I loveeeeeeed the update. Like I've been playing it the whole day and it's like almost 5pm now. I seriously am so obsessed with this i dont think you really get it.

Curses to your goddamn laptop tho because now i gta wait like forever to reach a conclusion to all the unfinished bits and it's torture. Yes yes i know I'm sorry 😞 it sucks for you too but i just wanna side eye your laptop once.

Never apologise! This gives me really meaningful insight as to what the players can’t reach because of my spaghetti code!

(Actually played through it today myself and man it’s bad… so much stuff is missing, tangled that characters who have no business showing up so just show up, you can do things you shouldn’t be able to do)

1. Why don’t you give raven (or beizen again) a chance? :3 they actually got something new in store!

2. every volery will have its own unique RO, most will just show up later! (Because I don’t want to add even more variables to the birthday…)

3. Jonah is a knight in shining armour.

4. Oh can I maybe interest you in giving Marcels route a chance? And poor Astoria, she just wants to put a ring on your finger :(

Update (yes let me know all you liked!)

1. in one route he will save your life actually!

2. poor Adam was just as shocked as you were! „Fuck that hot guy is talking to a vampire…“ and he will write you later, feeling really bad about it!

3. mother dearest, the sad thing is that she actually improved from when she raised MC!

4. oh you aren’t dead just yet! Kind stranger saved you! And yeah chases kiss too

5. that was my plan all along!

6. that happens everywhere it’s awful 😭

How do you think I am feeling, sitting on all this stiff in my head but I can’t write it 🥲 it’s horrible… I have so much stuff I want to put in there… but I can’t…

[tanadrin]

GDScript vs C# in Godot

GDScript pros:

the built-in ID is way better at highlighting GDScript syntax and pointing out mistakes as you go. it doesn't do this at all for C#

you can negatively index arrays in GDScript, which is really nice

the engine is actually fully documented for GDScript, which it most certainly isn't for C#.

GDScript cons:

the modulo operator works wrong, i.e., it doesn't work for negative numbers. -1%5 == -1. it took me ages to figure out why i couldn't index this damn string correctly.

i fucking hate gdscript. why do i have to type "var" before each new variable if we're not doing static typing? why do you only have two types of collection, "array" (really "list") and "dictionary"? i could sure use stuff like tuples and sets and so forth. why can't functions return multiple values? you also can't unpack arrays like in python (var1, var2, var3 = array_with_three_values), which is annoying as shit.

you can't overload functions. or define operators for custom classes. all the time you are saving me by not having to type semicolons and curly braces is being wasted writing the most ungainly shit known to man.

fuck this noise. i'm going back to C#. yes, i have to wait for your rickety ass to compile it every time, but the better integration to the engine is not worth having to use your weird fucked-up python wanna be scripting language.

[chaifootsteps]

One thing about Hazbin that makes me sad is that I was so inspired and kind of obsessed with it over covid. I really thought it was going to be the next big thing and had the potential (note: potential) to be an insightful story about redemption and what it means to be "good person." I really was hoping it would do into ideologies and how good is subjective and can be variable, but that doesn't diminish the importance of trying to be the best you can to the world and those around you. I always liked how Charlie's song in the pilot seemed to focus on the plethora of "not to do's" and how being positive will get you into Heaven, which is superfical, but I was so excited to see her grow and understand what it means for someone to be worth redemption and even if they are, would the powers at be allow them into heaven.

Then Helluva Boss happened. And I am actually glad it did, since it really let me check my Hazbin expectation. I genuinly think season 1 had problems, but overall a genuinly okay season. I would have made some/quite a few changes, but it works. Season 2 feels so aimless and no overarching story. Season 1 can semi get away with that because it is the start so things are getting started, but it also had some themes of Moxxie's and Blitz's sense of self and the relationship with Stolas. I really didn't ship Stolitz, since they are not my cup of tea (I find little too creepy sometimes), but I was curious where things were going to go.

I think Hazbin genuinly has Helluva as a blessing and a curse. Hazbin had cracks but overall the pilot is more enjoyable than Helluva in my opinion. There are things I don't like, but I had some hope things would get ironed out for a grand show. Helluva really had me tamper my expectations for what I will see in Hazbin, but it also killed my intrest and excitement. If this is Vivzie at her best, then what is Hazbin. Did rhey have a writers room to critique the story or are we going with Viv's vision. I will say the quality of the show completly depends on how much of a writers room workshopped her ideas. I think she has fantastic ideas and concepts but is poor on the followthrough. It could still have a chance if theg brought writers in to help her.

I also worry that with the amount of time between the pilot and the release Hazbin fans have had more time to read and develope more insightful character and if Helluva is any example, then I worry that we shouldn't expect much from Hazbin.

I also don't think Vivzie has done much late 19th and 20th century history reading, since most of her characters were born, lived, and died then, but it only takes 10 minutes of googling and just wiki (a sourse viv has access to) to see how little research and sense went into some character backstories. You gotta at least know some broad stroked of when there were born, what they were around for at what ages and when they died. Strangly I think Husk is biggest offender, but I bet Alastor the more the show goes on will take the cake. If Mimzie shows up, I bet she's also barely researched since her asthetic and death date don't line up if you want her to be like that when she died. I have been reading for unrelated reasons books of early 20th century history of the US and around the world. I could write paragraphs on the issues of Husk historically and how we barely makes sense or doesn't. I know it's a fictional work, but some of these are bad, and it makes Viv look ignorant. You don't need things to be perfect for your show, and I would implore people to take some creative liberties, since the past is super complicated. However, I shouldn't be able to google questions and read wiki for 10 minutes to destroy your character idea completely since the backstory becomes impossible almost instantly. (HUSK)

Now Helluva is doing something and the show I waited years for I feel might be a dud. I can't say it didn't have positive impacts on my life since it made me curious to try new hobbies that reminded me of the characters. It's dorky but I kept my reasonings to myselr and just enjoyed the activity. I now habe nee friends, hobbies, and skills (and no one knows why I did this).

Anon, are you sure you're not me? Because the covid lockdown was exactly what led to me getting into Hazbin, and then attached enough to ignore Vivzie's stacking red flags for a while. It kept me sane during that miserable summer, which just so happened to coincide with some very difficult fandom stuff. It got me through when my grandma died.

Admitting the show wasn't the one we all dreamed of would have been one thing. Discovering what a tremendously awful person Vivzie is, that was a lot harder.

[llamagirl28]

being able to have Arthur comfort Mordred after the reveal?????? I absolutely loved that part. Did it tear my heart into pieces and make me cry? Absolutely. Did I still love every bit? Also yes.

There is so much more to say about this chapter. How wonderful all the different choices are and the ability to make Mordred do and think so many things is astonishing. I truly don't know how you keep track of it all lmao

Really tho, I loved this update so much, just everything about it was wonderful. (Replaying also made me move from a friendly dragon to a fierce one because I think it balances out my shy, kind, crybaby Mordred very well lmao)

Love your writing and everything you do, I can't wait to see where it goes next!!🩷

Let me tell you, I have a shitload of variables to keep track of everything lmao But it's all worth it!

Thank you so much! 💕

[starlightsearches]

Let’s hear it for the boy with Edward Nashton

Bad at Goodbye

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them. 

Edward Nashton x GN! Reader

thank you for the request, Delaney! I hope you like it! Comments likes and reblogs always make me smile uwu

📼✨ mixtape milestone ✨📼 requests open through march 1st

Warnings: just hurt/comfort and some fluff!

Eddie's still crying.

Maybe it's been an hour, but it could be more. The clock was already blurry when you had to leave for your appointment, his eyes turning teary after all his mangled shouting and your curt goodbye. He's sick to his stomach. Can't even bare to get out of the bed, can't wander the apartment he'll have to himself soon enough. Eddie had gotten too used to having you here.

We'll talk later. He knows what that means. He knows what's coming.

Eddie knows it will kill him to be alone again.

The pillow case sticks to his skin when he pulls away at the sound of the door, the clank of keys.

"Eddie?"

It's you. His heart leaps, and then threatens to split in two. Eddie mushes his face back in the pillow, hoping you won't see him cry. His first instinct is to hide, like a child. If you want to break up with him, you'll have to find him first.

"Eddie?"

Your voice is quieter, closer. He's attuned enough to your presence to feel you in the room, even if your absence is louder.

"Oh, honey! What's wrong?"

The mattress dips, and you run a hand through his hair, scraping the sweaty tendrils off the back of his neck. Eddie whimpers, waiting for you to pull, to rip, to make it hurt.

But that never comes.

"Honey," —you shift closer on the bed, legs curling behind his own, bodies pressed together— "is this about earlier?"

Your breath feathers through the hair by his ear softly. He peels away from the pillow, turning over his shoulder to look at you.

Eddie's never been good at reading emotion—always too many variables to account for—but he sees no sign of hostility in your features. Just wide, sad eyes he's longing to get lost in, and lips he'd kill to taste.

He turns over his shoulder, tastes the salt off his lips. "You're not . . . not mad?"

"Of course not, baby, I'm sorry. I was super frustrated over this whole thing but I shouldn't have gotten like that. Do you think you could forgive me?"

Forgive you?

"I thought-" Eddie flounders for the words he never would have thought to prepare. He was prepared to beg on hands and knees for you to stay, "I thought you were going to leave me."

"Oh, baby, no," you laugh, pulling him closer, cocooning him in your grasp.

The soft kisses you leave up the side of his neck have him breathless.

"If you want to get rid of me, honey, you'll have to try harder than that."

[loadednachosao3]

OUGHH I LOVE games with different paths to choose and I love lacho and I love you this game you're working on is going to give me a heart attack

Question: what do you use to make a game like that? Is there a certain website you use?

so, for my first game, Incendiary, I used a robust free program called Twine! this time, I'm using Twine to write out the dialogue and narration and figure out the paths, but then I'm programming it all into Tyranobuilder to make it a visual novel. Tyranobuilder is normally $15, but it's about $10 now on Steam with the sales!

it's a drag-and-drop based interface that lets you make really polished-looking games with little to no coding on your part. I've used it for simple projects before, but this time, I'm trying to get into variables and unlockables and all, so it'll get a bit more complex! fun though!

I'm really excited about all I have planned! especially with a certain second artist hopping on... 👀 I think this'll be an even better game than the first one! can't wait to show you, lacho nation!

[igbylicious]

MY GOD!!! that was *phew* I feel like I was running reading this fr. I missed you guys, but I'm glad you're back and hope you're feeling better about everything 💚 also wOOYOUNG SAID THE THING hehe I giggled a bit at that but it's honestly one of my favorite tropes in fiction. Oh wow, I can't even comment on everything you've done in this chapter. I really don't think it would even fit in one ask, but you did so well!! Wooyoung's variability was so beautifully written he must be protected, and I'm sure he is because san takes care of him so well. I also love when the reader is just so in her feels about woosan because same!! And her calling wooyoung babygirl was just chef's kiss!!! Hope reader feels more confident asserting dominance from now on they did so well too 💚 and our beautiful boy sannie ahh he was phenomenal even when he wasnt actively playing every look from him was meaningful and I loved how he offered himself up for wooyoung to use on her in the end because he knew exactly what his babies needed. I as always love more than the smut their little interactions too like the lil goofy bit with san in the intro. Thank you for writing another awesome chapter. Sorry if this one is rambly. It's like 4 a.m., but I couldn't wait to finish it and send my thoughts straight away 💚💚

4am ohmygod, i hope the update could give you some nice dreams afterwards! (pleaaaaaaaaaase i love rambly hehe! ♡ and i appreciate it so much that you take the time to send a lovely thoughtful ask even if you really should be sleeping!!!! so asdlkjasdjkdas thankyou~!!! (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ )

Woo absolutely is protected!!! no matter how much of a menace he is, neither San nor reader would ever let anything actually bad happen to him („ಡωಡ„) (whisper: brat privileges) lol i went hard on the babygirl agenda but how could i resist? he is babygirl! (≧◡≦)

asdkjadskjd i’m really happy San’s looks had impact ;; i always have a tricky time with a voyeur who isn’t the POV char bc you don’t want the readers to forget abt them, but they aren’t directly involved in the action so like??? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i tried to sprinkle him in here and there lol, i’m happy it worked out! ♪(^∇^*) hehe San knows his Woo and that Wooyoung wouldn’t have let it go lol; he saw a mutually beneficial solution and offered it as a lil treat ♡