#cool things to do with an idle server

[aventurineswife]

How do you think sagau or sahsrau would react if the reader painted all the characters {not including the kids } in a suggestive way like a painting of welt and hemiko shirtless and sharing a bed while they have bites and scratches on their shoulders appears in the museum or perhaps a sculpture of the reader pushing fu xuan into a wall (cause they already down what the reader looks like if I'm not mistaken also how would you react if your genshin, hsr or zzz account became self aware

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Oh ho ho—if the SAHSRAU SAGAU ever saw suggestive reader-created art of themselves and others... especially displayed publicly in a museum dedicated to you, the Divine Painter? Oh boy. 😈😈😈

Welt: Adjusts his glasses, completely stoic, but you know he’s dying inside. He absolutely avoids eye contact with Himiko (and the others) for the rest of the day. Will never comment on the bite marks.

Himeko: Stares at the painting for a solid five seconds, smirks, and then looks directly at you. "You really think I’d leave bite marks that shallow?"

Dan Heng: Is frozen. Processing. Cannot handle this. Turns away with his ears red and avoids you for three days. Secretly checks on the art at least once more, when no one’s looking.

Fu Xuan: "YOU DID WHAT?" She’s mortified, flustered, fuming—and maybe, maybe a teeny-tiny part of her is just a little proud. She’ll interrogate you under the guise of maintaining her image, but it’s so obvious she’s flustered beyond repair. That statue will mysteriously vanish… only to turn up in her private quarters, heavily veiled.

Silver Wolf: Immediately sets the painting as her phone background. She thinks it’s the funniest thing she’s ever seen and starts spreading it through encrypted meme servers.

Kafka: Examines the artwork closely. "Interesting composition. Lovely detail work on the scratches... tell me, is this from imagination? Or memory?"

Blade: Just glares. And then you notice he’s been standing in front of his own painting—one you don’t remember making—for a while now. Who made that? Why is it way worse?

The Trailblazer: Tries to play it cool, but they're sweating. They keep glancing between the art and you, wondering what exactly this means. Then they realize they don't have one and now they're offended.

As for if my game account became self-aware?

Oh no.

They’d take one look at how often I make them idle in the middle of boss arenas, or how long I go without pulling (gotta save my pulls lol), and they’d roast me alive.

Dan Heng: “Would it kill you to level my Light Cone?”

Silver Wolf: “Why are your relics so cursed? Are you sabotaging the others on purpose?” (Girl, I only have two, leave me alone!😭🙏)

Kafka: “...I noticed how quickly you upgraded Stelle/March. Hm. Interesting.” (It's because she does the most damage and March gives my characters shield, Kafka, I'm sorry for being broke and not pulling for Mydei or Castorice.)

[zarla-s]

Why are there so many bots on TF2 in the first place? It's a free game, and afaik most of the bots were idling--how are they making any money or gain out of it?

Well the aimbotters were just trolling and being destructive, that's simple enough. The idlebotters are a bit more complicated though.

In TF2 you get random item drops as you play, I think capped to about ten a week. They're usually just different weapons for each class, although rarely it'll be a hat or something cool (in all my time playing I have gotten ONE cosmetic drop, a wintery coat for Medic, but I've gotten some cool name tags and such). You can smelt down extras of those weapons into metal that you can use to make other hats or weapons. Easy way for actual players to keep their inventory clean and maybe make a hat or two (I've made a few! But it takes a while to get enough metal). You can also get loot crate/case drops as you play, these are unrelated to the item drops and can't be smelted down.

So basically what these idlers do is they set up private servers and have their bots (which can range in the hundreds or thousands) constantly farm for drops. They then usually sell what they get in bulk to traders - they can sell bulk crate/cases to traders, smelt down weapons into metal and bulk sell that to traders, use the metal to craft hats and sell those, or use the metal to buy keys (which are used to open loot crates/cases) and then sell what they get out of the crates, or sell the keys for a profit. Either way.

A piece of scrap metal or a weapon is worth less than a penny and most everything you can make out of metal is also extremely cheap (because of this very thing), so the only way to really make a profit off of this is do it in bulk. It doesn't seem like a lot of money if you're in America, but in other countries a few dollars can go a longer way, and a lot of the bot farms seem to be in Russia or Turkey. I don't know exactly how much money is made doing this but it's enough for a whole ton of idlers to hang around in TF2 doing it, so.

The end result of all this is massive inflation in the TF2 market - originally when the crafting system was first introduced you could get a key (about 2$) for something like 3 refined metal (there are three tiers of metal you can get, with ref taking 18 weapons to make), while now it takes 60ref to buy a key, and it just keeps going higher as the market is flooded with more metal/items/cases. The recent banwave removed some like 20k cases from the steam market according to one person, which again points to it hitting the idlers.

It's an interesting thing for Valve to do... getting rid of the aimbots is obvious because they make the game unplayable, but getting rid of idlers points to interest in cleaning up the TF2 economy, which is completely unexpected. What is Valve up to...

[therogueflame]

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Here is my Rhaenyra x Reader x Alicent fic. It's my first ever wlw so pls give (gentle) feedback! This fic is based on this ask. I am going to go play sims now, bye.

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Summary: The Realm's Delight and the Green Queen fight over more than just the Iron Throne.

WC: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+, fingering, lesbian sex, jealousy, possessiveness, oral (f!recieving), 69ing, threesome, angst, lil tiny bit of rhaenicent maybe

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader x Queen Alicent Hightower

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The Red Keep never truly slept. Even in the dead of night, when the grand halls had emptied and the torches burned low, the castle still breathed. The faint clatter of armor echoed from distant corridors, the occasional murmur of the guards stationed outside breaking the hush that had settled over the world beyond these walls. The salty breeze from Blackwater Bay seeped through the cracks in the stone, cool against the warmth of the air still clinging to the chamber from the fire that smoldered in the hearth.

Inside, the light flickered over deep red tapestries and golden embroidery, dancing over the silken sheets that pooled beneath you. The space felt smaller, more intimate, wrapped in shadows and secrecy, but the heat of the room had nothing to do with the lingering summer air. It came from the weight of Rhaenyra pressed beside you, the slow drag of her fingers against the bare skin of your arm, the warmth of her breath as she leaned in, her lips grazing the curve of your throat in a touch so light it sent a shiver through you.

She had been patient at first, drawing you close beneath the cover of darkness, hands wandering with idle reverence as if simply reveling in the feel of you beside her. But patience never lasted long with her.

Her touch grew bolder, fingers trailing lower, teasing the fabric of your gown as she pressed closer. "Do you feel that?" she murmured, her lips ghosting over the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw. "The way your body knows before you do?"

Your breath hitched, your fingers curling into the sheets as her hand splayed against your waist, pulling you in until there was no space left between you. The thin fabric of your gown did little to dull the heat of her palm as it slid over your ribs, slow and purposeful, her touch firm enough to leave you aching for more.

"You're warm," she whispered, her voice filled with something teasing, something knowing. She kissed the corner of your mouth, lingering just long enough to feel the way you tensed beneath her, the way your breath faltered, before moving lower. Her lips trailed along your throat, lingering at the hollow of it as her fingers slipped beneath the edges of your gown, her nails grazing over the newly exposed skin with deliberate slowness.

"Rhaenyra," you breathed, the name a surrender on your lips as your head fell back against the pillows. There was no space left for restraint, no air left between you and your craving. She knew it too. Your body arched instinctively into her touch, seeking more of that delicious pressure and the promise of release beneath it.

Her smile was a dangerous thing in the firelight, all teeth and hunger and a confidence that left you trembling. "Tell me what you want," she commanded, her voice honey-thick with desire. Her fingers moved with relentless intent, and you felt yourself unraveling. The silver-gold of her hair spilled over your chest as she shifted above you, one knee pressing between your thighs.

"You," you breathed, each word a tremor, barely audible, as you gave in to her touch and her unyielding desire. Her knee edged higher, pressing against you until your head spun and your voice caught in your throat. "I want you."

The admission hung between you like a living thing, charged and bare, stripping you down to nothing but need. In the dim light, Rhaenyra's gaze met yours, and you saw it change, her eyes darkening to molten violet, something fierce and unrestrained flashing across her features.

"You have me," she breathed against your collarbone, her voice sultry and inescapable, her teeth grazing your skin with a teasing bite that sent heat flooding through you. "The question," she murmured, lips brushing the pulse at your throat, "is how much of me you can handle."

The door creaked open before you could answer, an abrupt intrusion slicing through the intimate cocoon she had spun around you. The sudden sliver of torchlight spilled across the floor like a beacon, and you froze beneath Rhaenyra, instinctively tensing at the thought of being caught. But she did not flinch or draw back. Instead, she held her ground, her lips still curved into that maddeningly knowing smile against your skin, unbothered, unashamed.

Her head turned lazily toward the disruption, and you followed her gaze, your heart thumping with a mix of dread and something else hard to name. The shape of a person stood silhouetted in the doorway, watching and waiting, the light from the corridor framing her unmistakably. You knew it was Alicent even before she stepped into the chamber, even before the door clicked shut behind her, trapping you in the silence and the shadows.

Alicent did not speak at first. She stood just beyond the threshold, the dim glow of the dying hearth casting flickering shadows across her face, sharpening the angles of her cheekbones, the tight press of her lips, the tension in her posture. Her hands were clasped before her, knuckles pale where they dug into the fabric of her skirts, as if grounding herself against whatever storm raged beneath her carefully composed exterior.

Her gaze flickered once over the scene before her, lingering on the way Rhaenyra’s fingers curled around your waist, the way your gown had slipped from your shoulder, the way Rhaenyra’s lips were still close enough to your skin that the warmth of her breath remained. The slow drag of her eyes over you made your stomach twist, your pulse hammering loud enough that you wondered if she could hear it in the silence that had settled so thickly over the room.

Rhaenyra made no move to pull away. If anything, she smirked, fingers flexing deliberately where they rested against you, her grip possessive in its slowness. "You’ve always had a terrible habit of walking in unannounced," she said, her tone light, almost amused, but there was something sharper beneath it, something calculated.

Alicent inhaled through her nose, her shoulders rising and falling in the measured way she did when trying to maintain control. "And you’ve always had a terrible habit of—" She stopped herself, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress as if physically biting back the words before they could escape. She exhaled, slowly, deliberately, but the tension in her frame did not ease.

Her eyes found yours then, searching, holding, something dark and unreadable in them. She should have looked away, should have turned on her heel and left, but she did not move. The hesitation made something curl deep in your stomach, something you did not fully understand.

"You could join us," Rhaenyra suggested, her voice velvet-smooth and dangerous. Her fingers still traced idle patterns against your skin, refusing to surrender her claim on you even as she extended the invitation. "Rather than standing there like a sentinel, judging what you clearly want for yourself."

The words hung in the air like smoke, thick and intoxicating. You felt your breath catch, trapped somewhere between shock and a shameful flutter of excitement. Alicent remained motionless, her green eyes narrowing at the challenge.

"Is that what you think?" Alicent's voice was quiet, controlled, but there was something beneath it—a tremor of something you couldn't name. "That I envy you your... diversions?"

Rhaenyra laughed, the sound low and knowing. She shifted above you, silver-gold hair cascading over one shoulder as she rose to her elbow, the movement slow, deliberate, designed to keep Alicent’s attention on her. The smirk on her lips deepened, the flickering candlelight casting her in molten gold, her confidence sharp as a blade. Her fingers continued their slow, idle path along your skin, teasing over the delicate fabric of your gown, as if to remind both you and Alicent exactly where she had you.

“Envy?” Rhaenyra mused, tilting her head as though considering the word. She let the silence stretch just long enough to make it unbearable. “No, not quite. I think you despise me for taking what you were too afraid to reach for yourself.”

Alicent drew in a slow breath, her fingers twitching where they gripped the folds of her skirts, the tension in her shoulders betraying the careful mask she struggled to keep in place. She was standing stiffly, her posture rigid as though she had something to prove, but the darkness in her eyes betrayed her.

"You mistake piety for fear," she said, her voice clipped, precise, yet not nearly as steady as she wanted it to be.

Rhaenyra smiled, slow and wicked, her fingers finally stilling against your skin, resting lightly over your ribs. "I mistake nothing," she countered, her voice turning softer now, dangerous in a different way. "I see you, Alicent. I always have."

Something in the air shifted, the heat of the room thickening, pressing in from all sides. You could feel it between them, a current that had existed long before this moment, stretched tight like a bowstring, straining under the weight of all that had gone unsaid. Alicent’s breath came unevenly now, her throat bobbing as she struggled to keep her composure.

“This is improper,” she said finally, but the words rang hollow.

Rhaenyra only hummed in amusement, dragging her fingers in a slow, tantalizing line up your side, her gaze never leaving Alicent’s. "So leave."

Alicent did not move. She stood there, rooted to the spot, torn between instinct and desire, between everything she had spent years convincing herself she did not want and the undeniable truth laid bare before her. Her gaze flickered to you, her expression unreadable, but her fingers twitched where they rested at her sides, as if she was fighting something deep and visceral within herself.

Rhaenyra watched her with open delight, reveling in the struggle playing out across her features. "Or," she said, her voice dropping lower, silk-soft and dangerous, "you could stop pretending."

Alicent’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat.

Alicent hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, her movements slow but deliberate, as if pushing against something unseen. She had spent years forcing herself to look away, to deny, to bite her tongue when she wanted to speak, but now she did none of those things. Her fingers brushed against your wrist, light at first, barely there, before pressing more firmly, her palm warm as it settled against your skin. The hesitation in her touch was not uncertainty but restraint, pulled taut and fraying with each breath. She said your name, barely above a whisper, reverent in a way that made something tighten low in your stomach.

Rhaenyra’s fingers flexed against your waist, her amusement shifting into something sharper, something more possessive. She did not like to share. The arm draped around you pulled you in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she tilted her head, watching Alicent with that same knowing smirk she always wore when she felt she was winning.

“She does not belong to you,” Alicent said, her voice quiet but firm.

Rhaenyra exhaled softly, a low hum vibrating against your skin before she spoke. "Shall we ask her?" Her lips grazed the curve of your jaw, lingering for just a moment before pressing a slow kiss there, soft and deliberate, meant for you but spoken for Alicent.

Alicent’s gaze darkened. Her grip on you tightened.

The room felt smaller, the air growing thick with something unspoken, something neither of them would name but both of them understood. You were caught between them, between the weight of Rhaenyra’s touch and the way Alicent stood frozen, watching, battling the impulse to reach for something she had denied herself for far too long. The silence was suffocating, stretching out as they waited for someone to move first.

Alicent was the one to break.She stepped forward, no longer standing on the edge of hesitation, no longer content to watch. Her hands trembled as she lifted them, but when she touched you, her grip was certain. She tilted your chin up, holding you there, her fingertips pressing just firmly enough to steady herself. Her expression was unreadable, her breath coming unevenly as she held you between that moment of longing and restraint. Then she kissed you.

Alicent’s lips pressed against yours with a desperate kind of restraint, as though she had spent years starving herself of this and was only now allowing the first taste. Her hands trembled where they cupped your face, her touch betraying the confidence of her mouth as it claimed yours, as if she was both afraid of this and unwilling to let go now that she had begun. The kiss was nothing like Rhaenyra’s. Where the princess was fire and demand, Alicent was something else entirely, something slow and aching, something that felt like a secret long buried finally clawing its way to the surface.

Rhaenyra did not stop her. She only watched, her expression unreadable, her fingers never ceasing their lazy circles against your side, refusing to surrender you even as Alicent gave in. There was no jealousy in her smirk, only quiet satisfaction, her gaze locked onto the way your body tensed for a fleeting second before softening beneath Alicent’s touch. You felt her shift beside you, her body tensing briefly before relaxing, settling into a different kind of attentiveness, her hand pressing more firmly against your waist as if to remind you that she was still there, that this was still hers too.

When Alicent finally pulled back, her breath came in short, uneven bursts, her normally composed features undone by something she had spent too long denying. Her fingers lingered at your jaw as if she wasn’t quite ready to let go, as if she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but the heat in her gaze made it clear that she would not be stopping now.

"Let me see more of you," Alicent murmured, her voice low and measured even as her hands betrayed a tremor, curling around the delicate fabric as if she were both commanding and pleading. Her eyes burned with a fierce, unsparing intensity, a look that was less a suggestion and more a decree—a tone reminiscent of the unyielding authority she wielded in the council chambers, now percolating into the shadowed intimacy of this room. A shiver raced down your spine, your pulse quickening beneath that penetrating gaze. No longer was she the reticent onlooker. She craved this, her desire laid bare.

Rhaenyra’s laughter, soft and low, danced along your skin, each note a tantalizing whisper that vibrated like a secret promise.

"So the Queen shows her true desires at last," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement and triumph.

As she stepped closer, her movements were slow and deliberate, each shift of her body purposeful. The warmth of her chest pressed against your back, her breath ghosting over your neck in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. Her fingers found the ties of your gown, moving with practiced ease, each touch precise and unhurried. Every action was measured, a display of control meant to test the fragile restraint in the room.

"Shall we give her what she wants?" Rhaenyra whispered, her voice rich with amusement and challenge. Her fingers worked the delicate laces loose, each careful tug carrying an undeniable intent, her touch as much a provocation as it was a promise.

Your breath hitched as Rhaenyra’s dexterous fingers teased at the ties, moving with deliberate slowness, almost ceremoniously. The soft silk loosened from your shoulders, slipping downward in a languid cascade until it pooled lightly around your waist. In that moment, Alicent’s eyes deepened, her reserved demeanor like a brittle shell fracturing away, replaced by an unabashed hunger that traced every newly revealed inch of your skin.

"Yes," Alicent exhaled, the single word resonating with a raw, desperate longing from deep within. The finely honed control she once maintained now unraveled like a thread caught on a nail, her reluctance giving way to bold desire. Her hand, initially hesitant, grew resolute as it traced the graceful curve of your collarbone, as if it were committed to memorizing each contour it had long been forbidden to explore. "I want to see all of you," she confessed, her tone thick with yearning and unspoken need.

As Rhaenyra’s teeth grazed your earlobe, a shudder of electrified sensation rippled through you, while Alicent’s pupils seemed to dilate as if catching a glimpse of something molten and fiercely alive.

"Tell her," Rhaenyra commanded, her voice husky and rich with dark intent, her words a daring invitation that coaxed you to reveal your hidden desires. "Tell her what you want," she insisted, her fingers tightening possessively around your waist, reinforcing the sense of ownership, a stark reminder of who had claimed you first.

The world narrowed to the delicate points of touch. Alicent’s warm, soft palm sliding down to cradle your breast, her thumb venturing in a tentative, almost reverent exploration as it brushed lightly over your nipple. The contrast between her measured caress and Rhaenyra’s confident, unyielding grip sent your mind spinning, the silence around you thick with anticipation and the sound of your shallow, rapid breaths.

"I want both of you," you managed, your voice rising in a fragile whisper that nevertheless carried the weight of your intent, rippling through the charged air of the room. In response, Alicent’s eyes smoldered with an intensity that banished her lingering uncertainties, her movements growing bolder, as if her unleashed desire could no longer be contained by a fragile veneer of restraint.

The confession lingered in the air between the three of you, a truth finally spoken aloud. Alicent's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise before curving into something almost like a smile, not the measured, courtly expression she wore in public, but something genuine and hungry.

"Both of us," she repeated, the words a revelation on her tongue. Her hand moved with newfound confidence, cupping your breast fully now, her thumb circling your nipple with deliberate pressure that made you arch into her touch.

Behind you, Rhaenyra hummed with approval, her lips trailing down the curve of your neck as her hands continued to work your gown lower, each movement purposeful and unhurried.

"The Queen learns quickly," she murmured against your skin, the vibration of her words sending shivers down your spine.

Alicent's eyes remained fixed on yours, her gaze intense and searching as she leaned forward to capture your lips once more. This time, there was no hesitation in her kiss, only a burning certainty that had been unleashed. Her mouth moved against yours with growing confidence, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips before delving deeper, claiming you in ways you'd never imagined she would dare.

Rhaenyra's hands slid around your waist, pulling your gown down completely and tossing it to the side, leaving your body bare between them. The cool night air brushed against your heated skin, raising goosebumps that Rhaenyra's warm palms quickly smoothed away.

"Let her taste you," Rhaenyra whispered against your ear, her voice a seductive command that sent heat pooling low in your belly. Her hands slid to your hips, gripping firmly as she guided you back against her chest, positioning you between them like a prize they both coveted.

Alicent's eyes darkened at the suggestion, her breath catching visibly as she glanced down at your exposed body. The hesitation that flickered across her features wasn't reluctance but a momentary awe, as if she couldn't quite believe what was being offered to her after years of denial.

"I've never..." she began, her voice trailing off, but her hands betrayed her, already moving to caress the curve of your waist, fingers tracing upward with tentative reverence.

"Then I'll show you," Rhaenyra murmured, her breath whispering like silk against your ear, each word carefully enunciated to emphasize the control she wielded over both of you. Her hand moved with a deliberate slowness, reaching forward to capture Alicent's wrist with a touch that was firm yet tender. There was a confidence in her movements, an ease that spoke to how many times she had done this before, though never quite like this, never with someone like Alicent.

"Like this," she instructed with a voice that was both a command and invitation. Her fingers wrapped securely around Alicent's wrist, guiding it with practiced assurance as she led it past the curve of your waist. She moved with precision, every gesture purposeful, orchestrating the moment to her design. Alicent’s breath came in short bursts of anticipation as Rhaenyra directed her hand lower, slower, to where her own touch was just beginning to linger.

"She likes to be touched here," Rhaenyra continued, her mouth moving dangerously close to the pulse at your neck, as if her breath alone could incite the reactions she sought.

"Gently at first," she instructed, guiding Alicent’s trembling fingers to the sensitive skin just below your navel. Her grip on Alicent's wrist was almost possessive, as if imprinting her own assuredness onto the other woman, as if shaping Alicent’s touch through sheer force of will.

Alicent's fingers moved slowly at first, tracing the path Rhaenyra set with a mixture of fearful hesitance and eager determination that made your blood run hot. You could feel the tremor in her touch, delicate and searching, a stark contrast to the steady confidence Rhaenyra exuded from where she bent you to her will. Beneath her tentative touch was a burgeoning hunger, something that made her hand tremble as it traveled lower. Alicent’s eyes never left your face, watching the subtle changes in your expression with an intensity that was as consuming as it was tentative, a need to understand and devour every reaction. She observed every nuance, every shift in your breath as you gasped, her fingers dipping lower in response to your silent encouragement, her own breath growing ragged to match yours.

“Then harder," Rhaenyra continued, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she guided Alicent’s hand between your thighs. Her grip tightened slightly, pressing Alicent's palm firmly against you, making you gasp at the sudden pressure.

"Feel how wet she is for us." The words hung in the air like smoke, thick and intoxicating, their meaning sinking in with a heady rush that made your head spin and your body arch toward Alicent’s touch. Alicent's breath caught visibly, her pupils dilating with something between awe and disbelief as her fingers slid through your slick heat.

"Gods," Alicent breathed, her voice barely audible, reverent in a way you'd never heard from her before. There was wonder in her tone, almost a disbelief that she could elicit such reactions from you, shaded with the same determined hunger that now drove her fingers with increasing surety. Her fingers moved with growing confidence, exploring the sensitive flesh with deliberate care, learning with each pass what made your breath hitch, what made you arch against her hand.

Rhaenyra released Alicent's wrist, letting her explore on her own now, a satisfied smirk playing at her lips as she watched the Queen's composure continue to crumble. Her own hands slid up to cup your breasts, delicate fingers pinching your nipples with practiced precision that made you gasp and press back against her.

"That's it," she purred, her voice rich with approval as Alicent's fingers found a rhythm that had your hips canting forward. "She likes it when you curl your fingers just so—" She demonstrated with her own touch on your breast, a particular twist that made you moan softly.

Alicent was a quick study. Her fingers mimicked the motion, curling inside you with newfound confidence that drew a sharp cry from your lips. Your cry echoed in the chamber, hanging in the air between the three of you like a confession. Alicent's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she watched your reaction to her touch.

"Like this?" she whispered, her voice lower now, steadier, as she repeated the motion with more deliberate pressure. Her fingers curled inside you with growing confidence, her thumb circling experimentally, watching your face with an intensity that made your skin burn.

"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back against Rhaenyra's shoulder as pleasure coursed through you. "Gods, yes."

Another moan slipped from your lips, and Rhaenyra captured it with a deep kiss. Alicent's eyes darkened as she watched Rhaenyra claim your mouth, her fingers never ceasing their rhythm inside you. There was something mesmerizing in the way she observed you both, her earlier hesitation replaced by a hunger that seemed to grow with each sound you made. Her free hand moved to your thigh, gripping firmly as she pressed closer, her body heat mingling with yours.

"She's close," Rhaenyra murmured against your lips, her voice thick with desire as she pulled back just enough to speak. Her hands continued their relentless attention on your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between skilled fingers until you were writhing between them. "Can you feel it, Alicent? The way she tightens around your fingers?"

With daring resolve, Alicent gently lowered her head, her breath warm against your skin. The touch of Alicent's mouth against you sent a jolt of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, your body arching reflexively into the contact. Her inexperience was evident in the tentative press of her lips, but what she lacked in technique she made up for in eager devotion, her tongue exploring with cautious curiosity that quickly gave way to determined hunger. Rhaenyra's hands tightened possessively around your waist, her breath hot against your ear as she watched Alicent taste you.

"That's it," she purred, her voice a silken command that seemed directed at both of you. "Show her how much you want her mouth."

Your fingers tangled in Alicent's copper hair, guiding her closer as your hips rolled upward, seeking more of that delicious pressure. Alicent responded with surprising eagerness, her initial hesitation dissolving like mist. Her fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as she explored with growing confidence, her tongue tracing delicate patterns that made your breath catch and your body tremble. The careful restraint that had defined her for so long was unraveling with each pass of her tongue, each moan that escaped your lips spurring her to bolder exploration.

Rhaenyra's hands never stopped their teasing attention, one sliding up to cradle your throat in a possessive grip while the other continued to torment your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple until you were gasping between them. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you in a way that would be visible come morning, a deliberate claim that made your pulse race.

"Just there," you gasped, your voice barely holding steady as Alicent's tongue traced that elusive spot, sending a shiver down your spine and making the edges of your vision blur. Your fingers wove through her silky hair, gripping tightly as if to anchor yourself, guiding her with a silent, desperate plea that she seemed to understand perfectly. The sight of the proud Queen, her regal demeanor softened as she kneeled before you, her lips glistening with devotion, and her eyes darkened by an insatiable hunger, was nearly enough to send you spiraling into ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra's soft hum of approval vibrated against your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin. Her hand, gentle yet firm, slid from your throat to cradle your face, turning it toward her with an insistence that couldn't be ignored. Her lips met yours with a fervor that tasted of rich, aged wine and an intoxicating sense of power, her kiss consuming your breathless moans. Below, Alicent's tongue moved with surprising precision, teasing and circling your most sensitive places, drawing you closer to the brink with every skillful touch.

"Let go," Rhaenyra whispered against your mouth, the words both a command and a plea.

Her words were a spell, dissolving the last of your resistance. The tension that had been building inside you broke like a wave, pleasure crashing through your body in pulsing waves that left you trembling and breathless. Your cry was muffled against Rhaenyra's demanding mouth as she swallowed the sound, her fingers tightening in your hair to hold you steady as you shuddered between them. Alicent's mouth continued its relentless attention, drawing out every last shudder until you were gasping, your fingers tangled desperately in her auburn hair.

"Enough," you finally managed, your voice breaking on the word as sensitivity overtook pleasure.

Alicent pulled back slowly, her lips glistening in the firelight, a look of wonder and triumph in her eyes that you'd never seen before. Gone was the composed Queen, replaced by something wilder, something hungrier. She rose to her knees, her gaze never leaving yours as she delicately wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the gesture somehow both demure and obscene.

"We are far from finished," Rhaenyra declared.

Alicent's eyes flashed with understanding, a slow smile spreading across her lips that held none of the restraint she'd shown in court. Her fingers trailed up your thigh, still slick from your release, leaving a path of gooseflesh in their wake.

Rhaenyra's hands slid possessively down your sides as she guided you further onto the bed. The silken sheets felt cool against your heated skin as she laid you back, her hair falling around you like a curtain as she leaned over you. Her violet eyes gleamed in the firelight, carrying a dangerous promise.

The mattress dipped as Alicent moved closer, her normally pristine appearance now beautifully disheveled. Her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed with desire, her eyes holding a wild gleam that made your pulse quicken anew. She was a revelation like this, unbound and uninhibited, the carefully constructed walls of propriety crumbling with each passing moment.

The intoxicating scent of Rhaenyra's arousal enveloped your senses as she hovered above you, her thighs quivering slightly with anticipation like the delicate tremble of leaves in a gentle breeze. The soft, ethereal glow of her hair, kissed by the flickering firelight, transformed her into an otherworldly vision, a goddess demanding adoration. Your hands instinctively found her hips, pulling her closer with a firm yet tender grip as your tongue darted out to taste her like a honeyed nectar, eliciting a sharp gasp from her parted lips that resonated like a sweet, melodic note.

"Gods," she breathed, her voice a hushed whisper of awe, her head falling back as you explored her with deliberate slowness, savoring the intoxicating taste of her on your tongue. Her fingers wove through your hair with a gentle urgency, guiding you to the places she craved your touch the most, her body shifting restlessly above you like a restless wave seeking the shore.

Simultaneously, Alicent's hands glided over your body with newfound confidence, her touch no longer hesitant but purposeful, as if she were a cartographer mapping every curve and dip of your form, her fingers trailing like a whisper over your skin, igniting a trail of warmth and desire.

The feeling of their shared attention was overwhelming, your senses flooded with the taste of Rhaenyra on your tongue and the exquisite pressure of Alicent's touch exploring lower. You arched beneath them, caught between two forms of pleasure so distinct yet perfectly complementary. Rhaenyra's demanding presence above you, her thighs trembling as you worked your tongue against her most sensitive places, and Alicent's boldness as her fingers traced patterns of increasing urgency across your still-sensitive flesh.

The chamber filled with a symphony of soft gasps and breathless moans, the three of you moving together in a dance of pleasure that transcended the political tensions that normally kept you apart. Rhaenyra's fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you with increasing urgency as her hips rocked against your mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating, heady and sweet, and you lost yourself in the pure sensation of pleasing her, your tongue circling and teasing until her thighs trembled on either side of your head.

"Yes," she hissed, her voice strained with mounting pleasure. "Just like that."

Meanwhile, Alicent's mouth traced a burning path down your stomach, her earlier hesitation completely dissolved as she explored your body with newfound confidence. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your thigh, making you gasp against Rhaenyra’s core.

As though Rhaenyra sensed Alicent's silent yearning, she shifted her position with a sensual grace, her thighs lifting from your head with a slow deliberateness while keeping you enveloped in her warmth. The movement was fluid, almost predatory, and she turned herself with lithe elegance, bringing her head near the place Alicent's lips had left tingling with exquisite sensitivity. Her body draped over yours, moon-kissed hair cascading down like the richest of silks, she breathed new life into Alicent's desire by positioning herself as the bridge between the two of you, a conduit for the electricity sparking between your bodies.

She hovered above you, her regal composure mesmerizing even in its abandon. Her own needs were evident in the slight quiver of anticipation in her body as her breath ghosted over your most sensitive places, heightening the unbearable tension. You remained beneath her, caught in the web of her allure, every nerve in your body attuned to the promise of her touch. Alicent's eyes widened with something close to awe as she took in the sight, and you felt rather than saw the resonant connection between them, a sisterhood of shared power and pleasure.

Rhaenyra's lips parted in a wicked smile as she lowered her head with torturous slowness, her mouth hovering just above you, savoring the moment as much as you were. She claimed your still-sensitive center with a delight that verged on indulgence, her tongue moving with a skillful abandon that quickly erased the line between pain and pleasure. The tension was immediate and overwhelming, Alicent's earlier attentions making every touch incendiary.

Alicent's fingers found your glistening entrance once again while Rhaenyra worked your sensitive nub as your mouth was on her. You could feel her breath catch as you traced circles and patterns of increasing urgency, her movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment. Above you, Rhaenyra claimed you with a single-mindedness that bordered on possessive, her tongue relentless against your center as your cries vibrated against her. The two of them seemed to work in perfect harmony, as if their rivalry had transformed into a shared determination to unravel you completely. Alicent's lips parted with breathless anticipation as her fingers moved with newfound confidence, driving into you in a steady rhythm that left you gasping and arching beneath them. Rhaenyra's moans mingled with yours as she tormented your most sensitive spot, her voice breaking with pleasure as you touched her exactly as she wanted, exactly as you needed.

The tension in Rhaenyra's body built with each stroke of your tongue, her thighs trembling as she hovered above you. Her own ministrations grew more urgent, her mouth hot and demanding against you as she matched your rhythm with practiced precision. The dual sensation of giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously was overwhelming, each wave building upon the last until it felt as though you might shatter beneath their shared attention.

Alicent watched with dark, hungry eyes, her gaze smoldering with intensity as her fingers moved with a practiced rhythm inside you, each movement deliberate and precise. She was completely dissolved in the fervent heat of shared desire that now enveloped the room like a tangible force. She leaned forward, her soft lips brushing against the curve of your hip, her warm breath a teasing prelude to the gentle graze of her teeth against your sensitive skin. Her fingers curled deeper, finding that elusive spot within you that sent cascades of stars bursting behind your eyelids, a private galaxy of ecstasy.

Rhaenyra's head tilted back, her lips parting as a sharp gasp escaped, a sound that resonated with the intensity of her pleasure. Her body tensed above you, every muscle drawn taut as a bowstring. Her thighs, strong yet trembling, framed your face, while the sweet, intoxicating taste of her intensified, a testament to her nearing the pinnacle of bliss. Your tongue moved with renewed purpose, a dance of intricate circles and firm pressure against that sensitive bundle of nerves that elicited shallow breaths and made her fingers tighten possessively in your hair.

"Gods," she moaned, her voice breaking on the word, raw and unfettered. Her hips moved with increasing urgency, a primal rhythm that matched the desperate need in her voice. "Don't you dare stop."

Alicent's eyes remained locked on Rhaenyra's face, her expression one of undisguised fascination. She watched intently as pleasure overtook her former friend, the transformation mesmerizing. When Rhaenyra finally broke, it was with a cry that seemed to rise from the very depths of her soul, a sound both primal and exquisite. Her body arched above you, a vision of a drawn bow, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her fingers tangled in the silk sheets as she rode out the crest of her release against your tongue. Even in this moment of total surrender, there was an undeniable regal quality to her, something untamed and gloriously wild that made your heart race and your body ache with a renewed, burning desire.

Her ministrations faltered momentarily, a fleeting lapse as ecstasy overwhelmed her senses, but she recovered quickly, her mouth returning to your center with a fierce, renewed determination. The taste of her lingered on your tongue, a reminder of the exquisite pleasure shared, as she worked you with expert precision. Her fingers dug into your thighs, anchoring you as she held you open for her relentless, focused attention.

Alicent watched with rapt fascination, her eyes darkening with every passing moment as she witnessed Rhaenyra's undoing. Her own fingers never ceased their rhythmic dance inside you, a steady, driving force. There was something almost reverential in her gaze, as if seeing the princess in this way—vulnerable yet magnificent in her pleasure—had awakened something long dormant within her, a dormant fire now blazing to life.

"Beautiful," she whispered, the word barely audible above the sounds of shared pleasure filling the chamber.

Rhaenyra’s eyes fluttered open at the gentle yet insistent sound, revealing depths of molten violet that met Alicent’s steady, challenging gaze charged with an invitation. A teasing, knowing smile curved sensuously across her flushed lips as she lowered her elegant head once more. Her tongue resumed its intricate dance with renewed resolve, each sinuous motion designed to elevate you to those transcendent heights she had so recently savored.

Every fiber of your body trembled uncontrollably as both Rhaenyra and Alicent orchestrated your pleasure with a mastery that bordered on exquisite cruelty. Deliberate, tantalizing touches and slow, calculated strokes layered over one another, while a symphony of soft gasps and primal cries merged with the rhythm of your racing heart. Rhaenyra’s mouth moved with a desperate urgency, each velvety swipe of her tongue pushing you ever closer to that elusive edge, each teasing flick against your most sensitive spot igniting a fresh surge of need. In perfect counterpoint, Alicent’s fingers mimicked that fervor. They curled and probed with an almost surgical precision, slipping and pressing within you so flawlessly that each movement left you breathless, arching into their irresistible allure. Her warm, intoxicating breath caressed your skin as she murmured a litany of encouragement, her delicate digits quickening in pace and tightening in pressure, completely in tune with the hypnotic rhythm that Rhaenyra set.

Then, as if a tidal force had been unleashed, a second, overwhelming release crashed over you with far greater intensity than the first. Your body arched as waves of pleasure rippled through you in pulsating, almost elemental bursts. A sound, raw and primal, tore from deep within your throat—a keening cry that ricocheted off ancient stone walls—as your fingers clutched desperately at the tangled, disheveled sheets. Your thighs quivered uncontrollably in the grip of ecstatic abandon, your entire being ensnared in the throes of passion. In this cosmic dance of delight, Rhaenyra’s relentless, fervent mouth and Alicent’s exquisitely skilled fingers harmonized perfectly, drawing every quiver, every lingering shudder, until you lay utterly spent and blissfully boneless in their artful embrace.

When the final, shuddering wave of ecstasy ebbed away, leaving you trembling in the soft afterglow, Rhaenyra slowly lifted her head with languid grace and a self-assured smirk. Her lips, still glistening with the residue of passion under the dim, flickering firelight, spoke silently of shared satisfaction and secret triumph.

With effortless elegance, Rhaenyra shifted her forms to lie beside you, her every movement fluid and sensuous. Her slender fingers traced idle, mesmerizing patterns across your heated stomach, leaving trails of tingling goosebumps in their wake. That triumphant smirk, paired with eyes that glittered like rare amethysts in the firelight, revealed a satisfaction that mingled with an unspoken promise as she watched you struggle to draw in each labored, recovering breath.

Meanwhile, Alicent remained gracefully poised between your trembling thighs, her earlier hesitations completely melted away and replaced by a newfound, radiant confidence. Her dark hair cascaded in loose, elegant waves around her softly flushed face, each inhalation stirred her with the cadence of renewed life. In that intimate moment, she appeared almost light-hearted and youthful, unburdened by the weight of titles and responsibilities, her luminous green eyes sparkling with a dangerous joy that promised both mischief and lingering tenderness.

As Alicent gently withdrew her fingers, your body shuddered with aftershocks of pleasure, sensitive to even the lightest touch. She moved with newfound grace, sliding up beside you on the opposite side from Rhaenyra, her body radiating heat as she settled against the tangled sheets. The three of you lay there in momentary silence, the only sounds your collective breathing gradually slowing to normal and the occasional pop from the dying embers in the hearth.

Rhaenyra's fingers traced lazy patterns across your stomach, occasionally brushing against Alicent's arm where it rested possessively across your waist. The touch was never accidental. Nothing Rhaenyra did ever was, and each time their skin connected, you felt the slight hitch in Alicent’s breath.

Alicent's voice trembled slightly when she spoke, betraying the desire still coursing through her veins. Her eyes lingered on Rhaenyra, following the curves of her form as they were illuminated by the dying firelight. Despite her words, her gaze remained hungry. "The hour grows late, and I am expected elsewhere come morning."

“Of course, Alicent,” Rhaenyra replied smoothly, her fingers still ghosting over Alicent’s arm. The familiar tension between them had shifted into something new, just as potent but undeniably altered. The firelight cast shadows over Rhaenyra’s face, highlighting the knowing curve of her lips as she slowly dragged her fingertips up Alicent’s arm. The touch was light, almost absentminded, but there was no mistaking the intent behind it.

There was a challenge in the way she spoke the Queen’s name, intimate and deliberate, stripped of title as a quiet reminder of what had just passed between the three of you. Alicent’s breath caught, her body tensing beside you, though she did not pull away. After a lingering pause, she rose from the bed, smoothing the fabric of her gown as she gathered what composure she had left.

Alicent stood still, fingers smoothing over the fabric of her gown in a slow, deliberate motion, but the rise and fall of her chest betrayed the effort it took to steady herself. The air between you all was thick, charged with something unspoken, something that would not simply dissipate with her leaving. Her gaze never met yours, lingering somewhere on the space between you and Rhaenyra, as if looking directly at either of you would break whatever fragile control she had managed to gather.

Rhaenyra shifted against the pillows, one arm still draped lazily over your waist, her fingers idly tracing patterns against your skin. Her smirk was faint but present, her amusement quiet yet unmistakable. "You always did hate indulging in something you could not control," she murmured, her tone slow, smooth, a quiet provocation beneath the softness.

Alicent inhaled carefully, though her fingers curled slightly at her sides. "And you always did enjoy taking what was never truly yours," she replied, her voice measured, but the slight strain in it betrayed her.

Rhaenyra chuckled under her breath, shifting just enough that her fingers dragged more deliberately along your skin. "Is that what you think this was?"

Alicent did not answer. She turned, reaching for the door, but did not open it right away. Her fingers lingered on the handle, her grip tightening for only a moment before she finally pulled it open and stepped through, her footsteps steady but a fraction too quick as she disappeared into the dim corridor beyond.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the room in a silence that felt heavier than before. Rhaenyra exhaled softly, shifting beside you, her fingers still ghosting over your skin. The firelight flickered against her features, casting shadows over the faint glint of satisfaction in her gaze. "She will return," she murmured, as if there was no question.

You were not sure if she was right. You were not sure of anything at all.

[anonymusbosch]

i feel like part of what makes this current presidency and administration so destructive is that they have fully embraced the idea that 90% of law is decorum. it's something that elon musk embraces, as far as I can tell, in business - something may be illegal/not good practice/a huge gamble/against the rules, but (1) who will actually stop you before you start? and (2) how much can you get done before the courts catch up to you? even then, what power do they have to force you to stop?

"you can't move those server racks on this floor, the floor is only rated to xyz lbs!" ok well look we're moving them. what are you going to do, stand in the way? "you can't do that without a permit!" cool, are you going to physically stop this digging operation? or will you file a complaint with the county office so they can issue a fine in 3-6 business months? "you can't fire someone for that reason!" sure you can! and then maybe they'll sue in civil court with all the time and money and lawyers they have, as a recently unemployed person, to go up against a corporation. Maybe they'll even get the ACLU involved so that 2 years later there'll be a damages award, but they still won't work there and they'll still have been fired.

part of me wonders if there's way more people can do to resist in advance - anticipate that decorum and laws will be broken and solidify things in advance. part of me wonders if there's anything progressive parties can take from this playbook - oh it takes 3 years to go through all the proper channels to improve people's lives? what if you "just" bypassed deadweight bureaucracy like "public feedback on forms that the gvr uses to hire contractors"? ideally if you want law to work i think you do have to make a pretense, at least, of decorum - you can't enforce everything all the time - but where are the small transgressions with big payoff and where are the laws that just need to be changed for government to function in a timely fashion?

all idle speculation as I have little idea about the actual machinery of the gvt but I am curious to want to read more about this

[ily-tomura]

Dedication - First Encounters

Autistic!Tomura, ADHd!Spinner, Social Anxiety, QPR

Tomura does get nervous talking to new people, but he almost has a sense of ease to him when interacting with folks online. They can’t see him fidget and he doesn’t have to worry about them wanting him to make eye contact. He’ll occasionally stream games for folks in his favorite server. He likes the company of chatter in the background.

Iguchi on the other hand is not very socially adept. He does what he needs to to get by without being harassed in public, but that’s about it. The first time he joined a group VC he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. He eventually just sent a text in the general chat that said his mic was broken.

Tomura will occasionally chime into dialogue in the voice chat, saying if he agrees with something someone has said or if he thinks XYZ video game sucks, but he keeps an idle watch of who’s watching his screen.

Iguchi’s hands are shaking ever so slightly as he types responses to different folks in the chat. The conversation often moves so fast that he doesn’t have time to respond. He’ll type something out and then back out before sending it because the moment has passed. He’s really glad he’s not speaking now, because surely his voice would be shaking as it escaped his mouth. He finds some peace in watching Tomura’s gameplay.

At a certain point, different people in the call leave to do their own things or go to bed and it’s just the two of them. It’s very quiet at first, but Tomura, not liking the silence but not wanting to go to bed quite yet, strikes up a conversation.

It’s about little things at first, just a question here and there. Simple questions. What games do you like? You into esports at all? Did you hear about XYZ title coming out?

Tomura leaves ample time for Iguchi to type out responses. When Iguchi answers Tomura reads it and gives his own answers in response. It’s an easy flow to get lost in. It’s something comfortable.

The way Tomura talks about games and laughs with someone he’s barely met, its kind of cool to Iguchi. Confidence is a trait he wished he had.

Three am rolls around and Iguchi is having trouble holding his eyes open. He’s stopped shaking for the most part, but he knows he’ll have to leave soon. He types out a message asking if they could hang out like this again, but he hesitates over the send button and lets out a sigh.

“Hit send.” The command hit’s Iguchi’s brain like a brick. Was this guy some kind of psychic?? He complies regardless, figuring he might as well. He hits send.

Tomura doesn’t reply, instead sending over a friend request.

“I’ll let you know the next time I want to stream, that sound okay?”

‘yeah’ Iguchi sends before Tomura tells him to have a good night, ends the stream, and leaves him alone in the call.

Iguchi leans back in his chair, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. This was all so new to him. Hopefully that guy didn’t notice how nervous he was.

Tomura turns off his PC for the night. That was the most nervous person he’s ever talked to on call. He didn’t mind doing social heavy lifting to get the friendship ball rolling though. Helping people open up took a bit of dedication, but for the right people, it was something Tomura loved to do.

[illustromic]

hihi just an idle thing- a friend/little fandom group i'm in and i all absolutely adore your wing art! it's so cool and ougougoighhghr ur renderign bited bitr bjtes. eaten. ur so cool did u know thag. ive stared So Hard at some of your pieces and i Just found out you have a tumblr. follow button spamming sounds

if you're ever interested in like. More Winged People Stuff im personally recommendinf the stormbite series and also generally @scribbly-blue-hearts (author's blog) bc it may be smthn u enjoy!! bird/wing nerds unite

hope ur day goes wonderfully, sending u a bird, and apologies for all the notifs of scrolling ur blog lol- sending good vibes!!! <3

(and also if u ever do wind up getting into stormbite stuff or just generally being intrigued in wing/bird nerd-ery, we have a lil disc server we hang out in!! no pressure obvs and dont wanna come off as like pushy/advertising/whatever bc im not trying to but we all do think ur super cool <3 hope this is chill sorry for the long msg/ask ok im ramblingBYE)

aaaaa first of all tysm for the compliments, this is such a sweet ask!!! I'm glad you like my art fam, that makes me happy :D dw about notif spam at all haha, it doesn't bother me xD As for Stormbite/Blue-hearts, yes I'm a huge fan!!! I stumbled across their art/books way back in like,,,, jeez 2016??? or so??? and they were a major inspiration for me ever since. I own the first book (although i rly need to catch up on the others rip TvT) Winged people/creatures have been a lifelong interest for me and I'm slowwwwwwly working on an original series of my own, so I love seeing what other artists/writers come up with. I saw that the discord server got created a while ago (at least i think i know the one you're talking about lmao) but never got around to joining it aaaa maybe I should!! It warms my heart to be invited so nicely :)

[haliotropes]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 2)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/ drunk and disorderly content/ Mark Hoffman being a c*p/ reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/ because he's a cop

(Pt 1)

The next day, you go into work as normal.

Scratch that- you do everything as normal. Brush your teeth, get dressed, eat a bagel and have some coffee, lock your door as normal.

What is not normal is the car idling outside your apartment. The windows are somewhat tinted, but you can still see the silhouette inside. You grumble, sigh, duck your head. But you still hear the car door open and close as you try to flee.

"Y/n! What the hell are you doing?"

You stop, turn.

"Walking to work. Same as I always do."

"You're in witness protection and you think you're gonna walk 15 minutes to work?"

"What happened to keeping out of each other's way?"

"Get in the car."

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just trying to do my job. Get in the car."

"Look, whatever happened with you at work is none of my business so don't take it out on me. I'm walking, unless you wanna arrest me I'm not getting in the back of that car."

For a split second you see something flash across his face that you realize is him actually considering it. But he drops his hands from his hips, mutters something, then gets back in his car. You're half worried he'll roll next to you the entire time, but he speeds off, presumably to the restaurant. Whatever, you think. 15 minutes of peace.

You feel a bit more energized by the time you reach work. It's a brisk morning. Smoke curls into the air from a cigarette pinched between the lips of a line cook on a milk crate. He nods to you and smokes to the end of ashes and embers. A bell rings as you enter from the backdoor into the server's alley. You move to your locker, decorated with peeling stickers that had been gifted to you by your previous mentor. When you came in five years ago, you didn't have any stickers for your book or your locker, so you got to pick from the bottom of the bin. A Budweiser bottle, a Limp Bizkit logo, and a Hello Kitty silhouette. Not you at all, but has become you still.

"Y/n!"

You turn. Around the corner, Gerry pokes their head, which is riddled with blue hair and silver piercings. A little younger than you, but you still always thought they were so cool.

"You have a table."

"What?? I haven't even clocked in yet."

Gerry shrugs. "He asked for you."

Your stomach sinks, and you know exactly who is waiting for you.

After you clock in, you fold your apron and fasten it around the front, tucking your book into the pocket. You blow out a puff of air, straighten out your shirt, shake out your hands, then step into the front of house.

Immediately you clock Mark sitting at the corner table of your section. Fury lights you up and you fight the waitressing urge to grab a menu and napkin.

You storm over to him and he looks up from his paper like an asshole.

"No menu?"

"I don't wanna get fired after shoving it up your ass."

“Assaulting a police officer?”

“You can’t be here.”

“It’s my job,” he returns his attention to the paper.

"At the very least, you're taking up a two top."

"I tip."

You scoff. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"Can I get the chicken salad?"

So he's been in here before. Asshole didn't even need the menu.

"White or wheat?"

"Wheat?"

"Toasted?"

"What do you think?"

"Raw, then?"

He smirks and you feel the blood rush to your face. You elect not to respond. He better tip you 200% just for getting on your nerves.

Your other tables are fine. There's one that tips you like shit but you know it won't kill your earnings. And, luckily, Mark does tip well and leaves when he's done. You do get a sense that he's waiting in his car outside. You almost feel bad for the guy. Almost.

And yeah, you know he's only doing his job and he didn't ask for it. But if this is what the first day is like, who knows what you're in for in another month.

God, another month? You should be so unlucky.

Once lunch shift is over and you do tip out, Gerry catches you.

"Hey! I'm pulling a double but do you want to go out tonight?"

You toss the idea around in your head. Gerry is the only one who can get you out of your apartment. Otherwise, you're happily indoors, watching a movie or trying and failing to knit. You also consider the fact that Mark will probably have to sit in the corner grumpily and the idea makes you smirk.

"You know what? Let's do it."

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You know what you're doing.

You know what you're doing and he hates it.

Sure, being at the restaurant was his own, weird little form of entertainment, but at least he bought something and tipped you well, despite your poor attitude. But this is rude. He has important work to be done, and he can't have your little rendezvouses fucking it up. He needs to shake you, and fast. The best he can do is lie low as Jigsaw until they determine you're no longer in any danger. Not that you are, anyway.

That is, as long as you don't keep getting in his way.

You're going out to a bar which, even though he knows you're safe, is still monumentally stupid because you don't know that. And you're all dolled up for some attention.

Mark shakes his head from inside his car. However much you get on his nerves, he's not a misogynist or anything. Yay, you get to go out and look nice doing it. Meanwhile, he has to babysit you. He just hopes your tolerance is high or you don't drink too much. The last thing he wants is to drag your ass out of that bar and tuck you in at home.

Granted, you're not foolish enough to walk this time, but he knows you'd rather eat glass than have him drive you, so your friend from the restaurant picks you up. He follows.

It's not the seediest place ever, but it's definitely not a bar he'd frequent. He gives you and your friend a moment before he follows in behind you. He finds a high-top table and sits. It's not the kind of bar where someone takes orders, so he just sits and watches you.

You do seem looser than before. Your hair is down and your lips are red and your skirt is tight. You're doing shots with the friend from work- the one with the blue hair. A couple of guys come up and offer to buy you two drinks and Mark straightens a little, awareness on higher alert. But you don't seem bothered, so he decides not to worry about it too much.

An hour passes.

You're on your fifth tequila shot with a beer between and he's starting to get worried. Not that he thinks you can't handle yourself, even if you can't, but from the little speech you gave him in his office, it doesn't seem like your usual evening. Maybe that's a good thing, but he still keeps a watchful eye on you.

Another hour passes.

He glances at his watch impatiently. When he looks back up, you're wobbling over to him and he shifts, ready to balance you or walk you to the car.

"At ease, detective," you slur with a mock salute. "Gerry's taking me home when we're done, so you can skeedadle."

Mark scoffs. "Gerry may be taking you home, not that they seem in any position to be driving, but I leave when you leave. Just act like I'm not here."

"Well, your glaring is scaring people away. I'm having a hard time enjoying myself when you're staring every suitor down like you're my possessive boyfriend or something."

Jesus, is that what she really thinks? Mark wonders. That he's trying to drive people away from you?

"Just doing my job, sweetheart."

The pet name slips out between his lips before he has the good sense to bite it back. He hides his genuine surprise with himself with a sneer.

"And what a shit job it is," you mutter. "Not even gonna buy a drink?"

"I'm on the clock."

"You look like a fuckin' narc, dude."

"Probably because I don't want any drunk assholes to bother me."

You give it a moment to sink in, then scoff, then turn away, heading back to the bar. He hadn't meant it like that, not exactly, anyway. Oh well. It got you to leave him alone.

A third hour.

Mark decides this isn't healthy behavior, because at this point you're going to get alcohol poisoning or something, especially judging by your shit tolerance level. He also just wants to go home and sleep. Fuck his night job, he's tired.

He stands and comes up behind you and Gerry, tapping the bartop between them. Gerry sees him first.

"Ugh, get lost, creep!"

Mark ignores them and turns to you. "I think it might be time to go."

You roll your eyes and the action makes you dizzy. "Fuck you, Hoffman. You're not my fucking mother. If this is how I want to spend my evening, let me."

"I wouldn't give a shit except it's my job to make sure you're safe, and right now your sense of self-preservation has gone out the window."

Gerry looks between the two of you. "Y/n, do you know this guy?"

You blow a raspberry at your drink. "Unfortunately. It's a long story. I'll tell you once he leaves." You shoot daggers at Mark.

Mark sighs, braces his hands on his hips. "Don't be difficult. Remember, I'm a cop. I got no problem hauling you out of here."

You gawk at him. "Do you want to lose your job, golden-boy? Cause that's not how you get back on the team with the other big kids."

You're really grinding on his nerves now. He's actually trying to help you and you're too drunk to know it.

"Okay, that's enough."

Mark makes the mistake of taking you by the bicep and you shrug him off with a surprising amount of strength, but it still takes you out of your seat.

"Get the fuck offa me!" you hiss. The look in your eyes spells out danger and the willingness to make a scene, so he puts up his hands.

"Just come outside, then."

"Hey, buddy. We got a problem, here?"

Mark turns and behind him stands one of the two men that had been hanging around you earlier. Fuck. People are starting to quiet down and watch what's turning into a show. Mark curses himself.

"No problem. Just helping the lady."

"Well maybe she doesn't want your help."

The man steps closer. He's taller than Mark, sure, but also buzzed and therefore too disoriented to really threaten any damage.

Still, Mark needs to diffuse the situation.

"Look, why don't you and your friends go get another drink and let me do my job, alright?"

Mark turns back to face you but the man lands a hand on his shoulder, and when Mark turns around again there's a fist coming for his face. On a sober day Mark would not be faster than this guy but the alcohol has made the stranger sluggish, so Mark is able to catch his fist, twist his arm, and slam the guy's face against the bartop. The bar has gone dead quiet. Mark retireves his badge.

"Detective Mark Hoffman, LCPD," he says to the crowd. Then, to the man he says lowly, "Now, go get sobered up and we'll call this a friendly misunderstanding, hm?"

The man nods frantically and Mark lets him up, shaking off some wayward tequila that the ruckus has spilled. When Mark looks around for you, you're gone, along with Gerry.

"Fuck," he mutters, and sprints out the front door.

You are crouched down, back to the brick of the building as Gerry runs a comforting hand across your back. Mark spots you and approaches.

When you see him you stand and move back.

"Get the fuck away from me, you psycho!"

"He was starting something he couldn't finish so I took care of it. Are you ready to go home, now?"

"Fuck you, pig!"

Gerry comes to stand between you two.

"Okay, let's all cool off for a second. Now does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is happening?"

Mark sighs. He doesn't want to explain himself to anybody else, but if it gets you back to your apartment, he'll do it.

"I'm a cop. She knows me. I've been assigned her case. Now, could we please get in my car so I can drive you both home?"

Gerry looks between the two of you. Begrudgingly, you nod.

"Fine," Gerry says. "But I need to hear more."

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Gerry is passed out in your bed. You two have known each other for so long that sharing it isn't a problem at all, and you want them to be comfortable. They were content with the explanation you and Hoffman both were able to offer.

Now, you and Hoffman are on your couch. You have a glass of water in your hand and he's loosened his tie. You both look worse for wear.

"I'm sorry that happened, really. I know you don't like this situation, I don't either. But he put his hands on me."

"You can't just dislocate someone's shoulder because they touch you," you mutter. "Fuckin' cops get away with anything."

"Like I said, I'm sorry. Hopefully he's gonna go home and sleep it off. Better than spending a night in a cell. Speaking of," he stands and groans. "I'm probably gonna go home now. I think I've caused enough trouble."

You watch him with tired, puffy eyes as he goes for his coat.

"I know it's late. You...want to sleep here? Sofa's not great or anything. I don't know how long your drive is..."

You have no idea why you offer it in the first place. You don't like him. He doesn't like you.

But...

Maybe there's something to be said about him taking his job so seriously, even if it inconveniences you. And his apology did seem genuine. And if he really wanted to be a dick, he could've thrown that guy in jail.

Not that it excuses any of it. But still. It's late.

Mark watches you carefully as you go over all this in your head. But he finishes putting on his coat and straightens out the collar.

"Thanks, but I really should go. And you should get some sleep."

"You too. You look like shit."

He laughs. "Well. Goodnight."

"Don't punch any more drunk people."

"I won't."

He leaves. You shuffle up from the couch to lock the door behind him. Your fingers pry between the blinds and you watch as he goes down the sidewalk to his car. Unlocking it, he spots your eyes and gives you one last wave- and he's smiling. You find yourself waving back. Maybe it's the sleepiness or the drunkness. Maybe it doesn't matter. You hate Mark Hoffman, but maybe you hate him a little less than yesterday.

Maybe you'll hate him less tomorrow.

But probably not.

[dislyteshack]

Adrian (Achilles) Epic/ wind /Fighter

Age: 19

Height: 160 cm/ 5 ft’2

190lbs / 86 kg

Favourite: skateboarding, gag gifts, swimming, running

Affiliation: the Esper union

Current Occupation: scavanger

Patron: In Greek mythology, Achilles was the strongest warrior and hero in the Greek army during the Trojan War. He was the son of Peleus, king of the Myrmidons, and Thetis, a sea nymph.

Related characters:

Orion (patroclus )- :D

Li ling - friend

Leora - friend

Amir - friend and co worker

Everett - co-worker

Daniel - mentor

Voice lines:

Gatcha - *performs shield surfing and expresses his enjoyment, before he lands and the shield turns into a sword* " whoo! That was such a rush!"

character selection- *perform silly parkour before striking a pose* "I'll be here to if you need me"

Idle - *there's attempt made to emulate whatever the fuck Everett does in his idle before it fails and his sword hits him in the face* " hmm, ack!"

Ultimate dialogue - *bro goes in for a swing* “no holding back-”

Victory- *does a few cool down stretches* “whew! ”

Description:

with the blessing of Achilles, Adrian wishes for nothing more than to do the right thing as he begins his perilous journey in heroism

EXTRA:

I actually made him entirely by accident but I've grown attached to him ever since I started role-playing as him in a server

He has a lot of complex stuff going for him that I'm really excited to slowly trickle in because a lot of my thoughts are very very about him.

What I can say is that he's a fresh graduate out of the esper academy and he is pretty much the latest addition to the scavengers to me

As for his personality I would summarize it like this

an energetic person, hes very approachable and tends to be there to put people the other punishers are interrogating at ease tends to be a very rush into things kind of person but he has been learning restraint. has a tendency and capability to be very blunt + has a tendency for anger issues that he tries to hide and definately wears his heart on his sleeve. adrian does not have a good poker face

[whatacaitastrophe]

Everything Has Changed - Chapter 13

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Morally Grey" - April Jai ft. Nation Haven

Chapter Warnings: PiV sex, Oral sex, Hand jobs, blood drinking, threesome F/M/M, masturbation, voyeurism, edgeplay, teasing, female ejaculation

Spotify Playlist: Here

Author Notes: thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! if you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link <3

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Chapter 13: Your Body I'll Worship

The door to the bedroom swung open magically with a small wave of Gale’s hand, and a wave of pride washed through Fallon. Gale had been working so hard to completely re-learn magic in this new way, and it didn’t surprise her that the simple spells were coming back to him as easily as breathing. Though Fallon only got the briefest moment to think about Gale’s progress before she became distracted by the sight laid out before her. 

There were even more black dahlia petals scattered throughout the room, candles on every surface that could safely hold a candle, and there was soft music coming from a phonograph in the far corner. Then there was the bed. The big, beautiful, four-poster bed that would most certainly hold all three of them comfortably, even to sleep. “Did you buy the bed just for this?” Fallon teased Gale. 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” Gale chuckled. “Despite her size, Tara somehow manages to take up a very large spot on the bed when we sleep, so I purchased this particular piece of furniture well before I ever suspected I’d be sharing it with two other people.”

Fallon turned her attention to Astarion. “So what does this next phase of atonement entail, exactly?” She asked, a coy smile blooming on her face. 

Astarion and Gale stopped moving once they reached the foot of the bed, and Astarion let go of her hand in favor of resting his hands on her hips and pulling Fallon closer to him, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Astarion’s neck. “The first thing it involves, darling, is the removal of this absolutely delicious dress. Since I ruined the last one in my desperation to have you, I thought I’d let someone with slightly more patience do the honors.”

Astarion brushed Falllon’s hair from her shoulder and he leaned down to kiss the exposed skin, slowly working his way to her neck carefully so as not to bite her. Another pair of hands found her back and began to undo the fastenings, and it almost startled her, until she remembered it was Gale. “Though it really is a shame that Astarion ruined your Winter Solstice dress, I have to say, I’m quite fond of this one,” Gale made quick work of the fastenings on the back of her dress. Cool air hit Fallon’s back as it became more exposed as Gale unfastened each clasp; until finally, the only thing keeping the dress on Fallon’s body were the off the shoulder sleeves, and even they were losing a battle with gravity under the weight of the fabric. 

Astarion removed his mouth from her neck and took a step back so he could look at her, reaching behind his neck to grab her hands and place them at her sides. “Turn around, darling. I think the sorcerer deserves a front row seat to what he’s been missing, don’t you?” Astarion kissed her slowly before taking hold of her hips once more and helping Fallon turn around to face Gale. Fallon did not break eye contact with Gale as she felt Astarion’s deft fingers sliding up from her hips to the bodice of her dress. With a firm tug, the black fabric floated to the floor, and for the first time in over two years, Fallon was naked in front of Gale. 

“You cheeky thing, no undergarments at all?” Astarion teased as he wrapped his arms around Fallon from behind, his fingers tracing idle circles on her sides and he kissed her neck again. “Seems we’re not the only ones who planned ahead just in case .” 

“The dress didn’t exactly allow for them.” Fallon defended herself, though a mischievous look shone in her eyes. It’s not like she couldn’t have picked another dress, after all. For once, Gale seemed to be too stunned to speak. Gale flexed his hands at his sides, like he wanted to reach out and touch Fallon, but he kept stopping himself. Fallon extended a hand to Gale, inviting him to come closer. To touch her. “I promise to let you know if you do something I’m not comfortable with.” 

Gale forced himself to look away from Fallon’s body to study her face. He hesitated for less than two seconds before taking Fallon’s hand in his and closing the space between them. Gale’s hands settled on Fallon’s hips and he looked past Fallon and over her shoulder, presumably to look at Astarion. Whatever look or silent communication the vampire offered the sorcerer, it was enough to embolden Gale to take another step towards Fallon. 

“May I kiss you, Fallon?” Gale asked softly, and her stomach did a backflip at the anticipation as she nodded. Gale reached up and tucked his index finger under her chin, using it to tilt her head upwards as he leaned in. When their mouths connected, a jolt of electricity shot through Fallon’s body as emotions she’d buried deep within her catapulted themselves to the surface once again as Gale flooded her senses. If kissing Astarion made her feel like she could conquer the world, kissing Gale was the reminder to survive and come home afterwards. Both feelings were equally important, and equally capable of reminding Fallon how loved she was, and to be loved by both Astarion and Gale? It might just be all Fallon has ever needed. 

At the exact moment that Fallon deepened the kiss, parting her lips for Gale to explore her mouth with his tongue and carding her fingers through his chestnut hair, Fallon felt Astarion’s mouth back on her neck again as his cool hands slid over her skin. Where one hand moved up her body to cup her breast, kneading it with fingers and rolling his thumb over her pebbled nipple, the other moved down, the pads of his fingers dancing over her torso and her hip bone before sliding into place between her legs. Fallon moaned softly into Gale’s mouth as she felt Astarion’s fingers dip between her folds just enough to tease, and she felt her vampire smirking in amusement against her neck. Fallon knew she was already drenched with arousal– she had been since the moment she walked into the dining room and saw them standing there, dressed in their finest. “My, my, you have been thinking about this,” Astarion hummed, nipping gently at her shoulder with his teeth. 

The hand that occupied her breast moved away, and Fallon almost made a noise in protest until she realized what Astarion was doing: He’d taken Gale’s hand from under her chin and guided it south to join Astarion’s other hand at the apex of her thighs. “Feel how ready she is for us and we’ve hardly done anything.” Astarion praised, replacing his hand with Gale’s. Gale pulled away from their kiss just far enough to look at Fallon, brushing their noses together as he silently asked for her permission before going further, and Fallon gave him the slightest nod of her head in return before kissing him again.  

Fallon shuddered, moaning at the contact as Gale teased her further than Astarion had, pressing two fingers inside of her experimentally and brushed his thumb over her swollen clit. Gale smiled against Fallon’s lips. “I’ve missed that sound,” He admitted, shallowly thrusting his fingers inside of Fallon before pulling them out and stepping back from her entirely. Gale raised his fingers to his mouth, covered in the evidence of her arousal, and licked them obscenely. “I missed that, too.”  Gale added, and Fallon realized Gale was not making eye contact with her as he did this, but with Astarion. Oh how she wished Astarion was not standing behind her, because she would have loved to see his reaction.

While she might not have seen the look on Astarion’s face as Gale taunted them both, Fallon felt Astarion’s cock begin hardening against her back and when Astarion turned Fallon back to face him, she saw the way his red eyes flared with need before he pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. The vampire’s hands roamed over her back and over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before ending their descent at the back of her thighs so he could hoist Fallon into the air. Fallon instinctively did a little jump and wrapped her legs around Astarion’s middle, though she did not stay there for long. Astarion only carried her far enough to climb onto the bed and drop her in the middle of it. Fallon reached forward and started unbuttoning the buttons on Astarion’s shirt, desperate for skin on skin contact that he currently could not provide. “You have too many clothes on. The both of you.” Fallon complained, and Astarion tutted as he sat back on his knees between her legs. 

“Patience, darling. I love your enthusiasm, tonight is about you. We’re going to take care of you, and if you want to take care of us , then you’ll need to be a good girl and wait.” Astarion instructed firmly, and Fallon whined.

“At least take your damn shirts off, I’m completely naked!” Fallon pouted.

“Your sandals are still on.” Gale pointed out with a smirk, nodding to the gold shoes and the laces that ran up her calves, and Fallon glared at him playfully. “Though I supposed we could oblige– both in removing your sandals and some of our own clothing, if that is what the lady wishes.”

Fallon nodded her head furiously and Gale chuckled as he began unbuttoning his shirt. The offending clothing hung loosely on his body as he joined Astarion and Fallon on bed, taking a seat about halfway up Fallon’s body. The scar from The Netherese orb remained on his chest, and Fallon reached forward to trace it with her fingers. Gale took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips tenderly and held her hand over his heart for a moment, the soft look in his eyes conveying everything he felt. Astarion had removed his shirt as well and instead of tossing it to the side, he passed it to Gale with a devious look on his face. She looked back and forth between Astarion and Gale, trying to figure out what sinful trap she’d just fallen into. 

The soft look on Gale’s face had been replaced with one of desire as he reached for Fallon’s other hand. “Scoot back, and put your arms above your head, sweetheart, since we all know you can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself and just enjoy this.” Gale teased, and Fallon’s mouth dropped open as she realized what was happening. Fallon did as she was told, and watched with wide eyes as Gale tied one of the sleeves of Astarion’s shirt to her left wrist, and tied the other sleeve to the nearest post on the bed. Now Fallon understood why he told her to scoot back– it was to close some of the space between where she lay and the edges of the bed. Still, on such a large bed, the fabric of Astarion’s shirt was pulled fairly tight without much give. 

“Is that uncomfortable, darling?” Astarion asked lovingly, and Fallon gave an experimental tug. The fabric was soft and Gale had done a good job of not tying the knot around her wrist too tightly, so she shook her head. Once Gale and Astarion were satisfied that Fallon was not uncomfortable, Gale walked around to the other side of the bed, removing his own shirt, and using it to restrain Fallon’s right side, repeating the motions of tying one sleeve around Fallon’s wrist and tying the other to the bedpost, while Astarion unlaced her sandals and removed them from her feet. Once Fallon was secure, Gale returned to his spot on the bed at Fallon’s torso and he propped himself up on his elbow to lay on his side beside her. 

“No mage hand?” Fallon teased, sticking her tongue out at Gale, and the sorcerer chuckled. It was one of his favorite spells to use in the bedroom, if her memory served her correctly. 

“Not tonight, sweetheart. I would much prefer to use all my concentration on making you forget everything but our names.” Gale had the audacity to wink at her as he teased, and Fallon's eyes blew wide with lust. 

Gale reached forward to brush a stray hair from Fallon’s face, dragging his fingers down to her neck and lightly wrapping his hand around it. The pressure was so light that it was barely there, but just the feeling of Gale’s hand there was enough to make Fallon whimper with pleasure and Gale grinned. “You look so beautiful laid out like this, Fallon,” Astarion praised her as he ran his hands over her thighs, spreading her legs apart further as he leaned shifted his position to settle between them on his stomach, and he kissed her inner thighs slowly, avoiding where Fallon desired him to be most. “I’ve been imagining this moment for days.” His nose ghosted over her clit and Fallon let out a noise of protest as he moved away from the sensitive spot. 

“Use your words, sweetheart, tell us what you want.” Gale instructed, his thumb stroking the column of her neck gently, applying light pressure to his grasp as he did so. 

“For the love of Ao, if one of you doesn’t touch me soon I’m going to go insane.” Fallon demanded, invoking the name of the holy creator in vain desperation.

“That’s more like it.” Astarion cooed. Pleasure shot through Fallon’s body as Astarion’s tongue found her center, lavishing her with languid strokes of his tongue. Fallon arched her back at his touch, tugging on her restraints. She opened her mouth to let out a cry of pleasure, but the sound was muffled by Gale’s mouth on hers again, kissing her fiercely as his hand played with her breasts. Every touch, every kiss, it was all heightened by the fact that there were two people showering her body with attention. Every time her body was finished reacting to something Astarion did between her legs, Gale would roll his thumb over one of her nipples and leave love-bites on her neck and she’d be moaning all over again. Though Fallon had no concept of time in that moment, she was certain that this would be the fastest orgasm she’s ever achieved in her life. “That’s it, darling, let go.” Astarion lifted his head to look at her as he slid two fingers inside of her and kissed her inner thigh, nipping at it softly. When Fallon moaned at the sensation of Astarions teeth scraping her inner thigh, his fingers suddenly slowed significantly inside of her.

“ Astarion ,” Fallon whined impatiently, and Gale looked up from her neck to see what was going on. “ Please .” 

“Sorry, love, I was just thinking.” Astarion apologized with a smirk. 

“Can you think later? ” Fallon huffed. 

Astarion laughed and leaned down to press another kiss to her inner thigh. “Darling, can I bite you?” He kissed her thigh again. “Right here?”

Fallon’s heart rate doubled. “You can do whatever you want as long as you don’t stop .” She demanded, lifting her hips towards Astarion’s face in encouragement. 

To her dismay, Astarion laughed again, but at least he kept his fingers moving inside of her as he looked at Gale. “Gale, darling, I’ve got an idea, but I’ll need your assistance.” Fallon looked up at Gale and saw the look of realization dawning on the sorcerer’s face as whatever idea Astarion had clicked in Gale’s mind, and the sorcerer offered the vampire a wicked grin in response. 

“You’re a bloody menace, Astarion. A beautiful, bloody menace.” Gale praised with a laugh. So far, the only drawback of this arrangement was that it gave Gale and Astarion this opportunity to work together to torture her in this way. Soon, Gale was moving away from Fallon and she made another noise of protest, tugging at her restraints to try and get him to come back. 

Then she realized where Gale was going. He joined Astarion at the foot of the bed. “May I?” He asked Fallon, and she nodded, grateful for Gale’s continued initiative in obtaining her consent after their earlier conversation. She was also grateful for Astarion, who she knew would immediately pivot if Fallon told Gale “no” at any point. Fallon nodded her head, and for a moment, she had two of Astarion’s and two of Gale’s fingers inside of her and Fallon moaned appreciatively at the way they filled her. “Well that’s something we’ll have to explore later.” Astarion mused as he removed his fingers from her sex. Fallon watched with curiosity as Astarion got out of Gale’s way, allowing the sorcerer to take his place between Fallon’s legs. There wasn’t quite enough room for them both to fit comfortably, so how– oh. 

Oh . 

Fallon watched in stunned silence as Astarion repositioned himself so he was straddling Gale’s back, hovering over the sorcerer with his cock visibly stiff in his pants, and Fallon’s imagination immediately drifted to what this scene would look like if Gale and Astarion were also naked. The idea of Astarion leaning over Gale’s body to kiss her while he fucked Gale, while Gale feasted on her cunt, the three of them all moaning together…Fallon only snapped out of her thoughts when Astarion leaned forward and brushed some of Gale’s hair from his face, tying it back into a half up-half down bun with a rubber band Gale handed him. Astarion then leaned forward and kissed Gale’s cheek. “Go on, love,” Astarion encouraged in a low voice against the sorcerer's ear before gently biting Gale’s earlobe. “You were just saying how you’ve missed the way she tastes. Now’s your chance.” Gale looked at Fallon once more, giving her a beat to change her mind. Little did he know that with how close cumming she currently was, there was absolutely no way she was changing her mind. Not as her mind took the opportunity to remind her that one of Gale’s favorite camp pastimes used to be burying his face between her legs while she tried not to moan so loud she woke up the rest of their companions (her attempts were not successful very often). 

When Fallon didn’t protest, Gale moaned slightly as he lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, rolling his tongue over the bud thoroughly for the first time in over two years. Carnal lust took over, and Gale immediately became a feral animal who’d just been offered a proper supper for the first time after only having had scraps from the trash bin: he couldn’t bring himself to savor it after starving for so long. Gale moaned and it vibrated against Fallon’s body, and she wished that she could reach out and grip his head to bring his face as close to her as possible, if only for something to hold on to. Gale certainly didn’t need any encouragement to keep going– for this was not the slow, methodical, draw-out-her-orgasm-so-slow-she-might-burst-into-tears version of Gale that she’d often laid with on a bedroll that was absolutely not big enough for two. This Gale lapped at her clit with his tongue and fucked her with his fingers so thoroughly, curving them inside of her with each thrust inward. 

Fallon’s head fell back on the bed as she cried out in pleasure at the attention being returned to her body. When she opened her eyes, she saw Astarion watching the scene before him carefully, his eyes darkened with carnal lust as he watched the way Gale devoured Fallon’s cunt, and the way she reacted to it. Fallon saw Astarion’s hand twitch at his side, like he was considering stuffing it in his pants to touch himself, but he held back. Likely because he knew there would be something better if he could wait a little longer. Astarion reached for Fallon’s leg, and brought it over Gale’s shoulder, the new angle allowing Gale’s fingers to go deliciously deeper inside of her. Fallon moaned again and her legs quaked as the orgasm Astarion previously robbed her of came careening back down the tracks at breakneck speed.

“Astarion, if you’re waiting for–” Fallon started to tease Astarion for taking his time, but the fact that she could still speak only spurned Gale forward and he doubled down on his efforts, eager to leave her breathless. Despite her warning, Astarion still took his time. He held Fallon’s leg up and brought his lips to the inside of her ankle, leaving a tender kiss. He moved next to her calf, then the inside of her knee, slowly working his way to her thigh. He knew Fallon too well– the second he bit her, she was probably going to cum, and Fallon scowled at him when he looked up at her while his lips grazed her skin.

Astarion found the spot on her inner thigh he was looking for, and he bit down. Within seconds of the sharp pain of Astarion’s fangs breaking her skin, Fallon moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls of the tower. Fallon felt her orgasm coat Gale’s fingers, mouth, beard, and the sheets beneath them as she climaxed, strength of it causing her to writhe with pleasure so strongly that Astarion and Gale had to actively use their free arms to hold her in place. Neither of them pulled away until they were certain her high had come to an end, and as Fallon struggled against her restraints try and prop herself up on her elbows (and failing) she looked at Astarion and Gale with a wild look in her eyes, and she was certain she’d never seen either of them look as pleased with themselves as they did in that moment. 

Astarion swiped the blood slowly trickling down her leg with his finger, licking it clean as he climbed off of Gale so the other man could sit up. “Did you know you could do that?” Astarion asked curiously with a grin, observing the absolute mess Fallon made on the sheets. It was certainly messier than any orgasm Fallon had had before, with either of the men sitting between her spread legs, and she shook her head. “It’s amazing what happens when the two of you work together. Who knew?” She teased, winking at them.

“I don’t think we’ve properly satisfied her, Astarion. She can still form coherent sentences.” Gale looked at Astarion with a devious grin, his face still coated with her slick, as he reached between Fallon’s legs and brushed his thumb across her over-stimulated clit. Fallon whimpered, her body shaking slightly in response and she tugged fruitlessly at her restraints again. 

“So it seems. We should do something about that.” Astarion agreed. 

“I want you to fuck me,” Fallon blurted out and their heads snapped back to her, nudging Astarion with her foot so they who she was referring to. Then she looked at Gale. “I want him to fuck me, and I want you to watch.”

“Would you like that, darling?” Astarion asked as he stared at Fallon, his voice almost giddy with anticipation at the idea.

Fallon nodded her head. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Gale told me he overheard us at the inn in Daggerford.” 

Astarion looked at Gale in surprise. “Did you, now?”

Gale swallowed, nodding his head as he reached down to adjust his cock inside of his pants, clearly straining uncomfortably against the fabric. “Truth be told, I’ve also been thinking about it since I overheard you.” He admitted with a breathy laugh.

“Take off your pants, and come sit by me, Gale. Untie me while you’re at it,” Fallon requested, her tone was a little more desperate than she would have liked, but part of her was still remembering how to breathe after the explosive orgasm she’d just had, so all decorum had gone out the window.

Gale did as he was told, untying her first before fidgeting with the laces on his pants and pushing them down to his ankles, kicking them off as he went. His thick cock sprung free and Fallon’s mouth watered . She’d forgotten how nice Gale’s dick was, and she immediately wanted to throw her own plan away and put his dick in her mouth. That was for another day, though. Astarion removed his own pants and climbed up the bed towards Fallon. As soon as Astarion’s dick was within reach, Fallon wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping her hand along it dutifully with a satisfied grin on her face at being able to use her hands again. Astarion’s head dropped down onto her shoulder as he shuddered and moaned, at her touch. His mouth temporarily found her neck before reaching her mouth and kissing her passionately.

“On your knees, darling.” Astarion muttered assertively against Fallon’s lips and she moaned softly, fully understanding what her vampire intended to do. Fallon kissed Astarion once more before releasing his cock from her grasp and rolling over onto her stomach. Fallon made direct eye contact with Gale as she positioned herself on her hands and knees, spreading her legs so Astarion could insert himself between them. Gale’s hand was already loosely wrapped around his stiff cock, stroking it idly as he watched the scene before him unfold with wide eyes. Fallon could feel the mattress shifting beneath her as Astarion settled behind her, and soon she felt two fingers slide inside of her, eliciting a moan from both Fallon and Gale. 

“Astarion, I need you.” Fallon whined, and she heard the vampire laugh lightly from behind her as he fingered her slowly. Deeply. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed Astarion to fill her more than she needed air in her lungs.  

“I was just making sure you’re prepared, my love.” He teased, and Fallon shook her head. 

“I’m always prepared, now please , just fuck me .” Fallon pressed her hips back towards Astarion encouragingly.

Astarion laughed again, but did as he was told and removed his fingers from within her. “She’s a needy little thing, isn’t she? So eager to have a cock deep inside of her.” He mused, addressing Gale, and the sorcerer nodded.

“Yes, I do recall that about her,” Gale agreed, a smug smirk on his face and Fallon pouted. “Give her what she wants, Astarion. She did ask rather nicely.”

Fallon huffed in response and she felt Astarion positioning his cock at her entrance, his head just barely brushing it teasingly. “Show us exactly how you touched yourself when you were eavesdropping, and I’ll show you exactly how I fucked her.”

Gale’s grip on his cock tightened as he began to stroke himself, and all three of them moaned as Astarion finally slid home, pushing himself deep inside of Fallon until he was buried to the hilt. Thankfully, Astarion’s patience had run out, and he didn’t make Fallon wait before beginning to thrust into her with a steady rhythm. Though his broad hands rested on her hips as an anchor, his grip was not so tight that Fallon could not move, and soon she was rocking her hips back and forth, meeting Astarion thrust for thrust so he fucked her even deeper than before. The moans leaving her mouth were endless as Astarion moved inside of her, and though Fallon wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy the pleasure, she forced herself to keep them open so she could watch Gale. 

The sorcerer’s eyelids were heavy as he watched the two of them, and Fallon noticed that he was stroking his thick cock in time with Astarions thrusts as the vampire fucked her. Gale’s body  had relaxed a bit more as well, his free arm resting lightly on his stomach as he leaned back against the many pillows, his legs spread a little further apart. Just far enough apart that if Astarion and Fallon were a foot closer to Gale, she could easily lean forward and wrap her mouth around Gale’s cock and suck him off while Astarion fucked her. It was certainly an idea, one she had every intention of exploring at a later time, but right now? This was exactly what she wanted. 

“Like what you see, sorcerer?” Astarion goaded as he reached forward to wrap his fingers through Fallon’s unbound dark hair and pull her upwards by it to kiss her neck. The delicious new angle had Fallon moaning loudly, and she reached between her legs to caress her aching clit now that her hands were free. Fallon turned her head as far as she could and nudged the side of Astarion’s face with her nose encouraging him to kiss her. Astarion obliged, kissing her fiercely as he began to fuck her harder.

“Gods, you’re beautiful .” Gale moaned as he began pumping his cock faster, and Fallon honestly was not sure if he was referring to her, Astarion, or the both of them together. Either way, Gale’s voice was absolutely wrecked, and when Fallon pulled out of her kiss with Astarion to look at Gale, she could see the pre-cum dribbling down the head of his cock. It was obvious Gale was close, Fallon knew she was close, and if the frantic way his hips were moving was any indication, Astarion was close, too. 

Astarion’s hand covered Fallon’s at the apex of her thighs and he pushed her hand away, his deft fingers taking over atop Fallon’s clit where she’d left off, and her body shook as she reached back behind her to card her fingers through Astarion’s curls. He planted a kiss on her shoulder. “That’s it, darling, show Gale how pretty you are when you cum for me.”

Fallon locked eyes with Gale. The sorcerer was biting down on his lip, hard, and the way he whimpered when Fallon looked at him with desperation could only mean one thing: Gale was trying to wait for Fallon to orgasm first, before allowing himself to climax, and his restraint was greatly waning. “ Please .” He managed to choke out, and that was all it took to send Fallon careening over the edge as she came with both Astarion and Gale’s names on her tongue as her body shuddered. Within seconds of the start of Fallon’s peak, Fallon and Astarion were treated to the sight of Gale cumming in his hand so violently that the long ribbons of semen burst from his cock with enough force to land on Gale’s chest, and a few drops even made their way to Gale’s beard. That was enough for Astarion, and the vampire found his own completion with the shout of an expletive, almost as though the intensity of his orgasm took him by surprise. 

When they were all spent and panting, it was only then that Fallon eased herself off of Astarion’s cock and crawled up the bed towards Gale. Though she had every intention of licking the spunk right off of his body to clean Gale off, the sorcerer was one step ahead of her and with a wave of his hand, the mess disappeared. Fallon smirked as she settled onto the bed beside Gale, resting her head on the pillow next to him. “Neat trick.” She teased. Gale only chuckled in response before leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of Fallon’s head and turn on his side to wrap an arm around her. 

Astarion followed behind Fallon and took the spot on the other side of her, and a giddy smile spread on her face as the vampire wrapped his arm around her as he kissed her shoulder. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve properly atoned.” Fallon teased them both as she grabbed both of their arms and pulled them closer to her. Gale and Astarion happily obliged, moving inward until there was very little space separating the three of them at all.

“Thank you both for this whole day,” She turned her head towards Astarion and kissed him deeply. “I’m a very lucky woman to be so loved by two wonderful people.” She turned her head to Gale next and kissed him with an equal amount of emotion. 

“Please, we’re the lucky ones.” Astarion scoffed. 

“I have to agree–not many people would offer us the level of grace and forgiveness you’ve provided us with, despite everything. Though I don’t think I can call you a saint, unless you feel like devoting yourself to Sune, because she might be the only deity that would call what just occurred in this bedroom holy –”

“Hey, I’m not the only person in this bed to blame for that!” Fallon laughed, pouting playfully. 

“But if I were ever asked to nominate someone for a holy title, you would be the first person to come to mind. May we never give you a reason to need to extend such grace and forgiveness a second time.” Gale smiled at her sincerely, and Fallon felt a wave of emotion rush through her. 

For the first time in two years, laying between her vampire and her sorcerer, she felt completely whole.

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[found-wings]

bet sometimes etoiles sometimes is idle with phil and out of nowhere just goes-

". . . so . . . do you know what cool item I'm going to get next time I fight the code ?"

"oh my god."

"(wheeze-filled laughter)"

"no! no etoiles- please enlighten me; how in the world am I meant to predict that ??? "

"I don't know man- is it so wrong of me to check all options !? maybe you just have a suspicion !! can you at least tell me if I'll get armor next ?"

and he just gets a lighthearted glare and harmless shove in return from phil, who knows damn well that this is just etoiles messing around with the reveal of being partially code (in an attempt to make phil feel normal again within the server, as if this realization was just another mystery of the island that the people would forget about in a day's time) (aaaaaaa puts codebreakers in maracas and shakes i love them sm) - 💿

Wait hold up I LOVE THAT THOUGH

Playfully joking about things surrounding the code aspect of Phil here & there and getting him to laugh about it as if it‘s the most normal thing in the world to know, because that‘s what Etoiles wants for him - to be able to feel like he used to be, like he fits right in with the others, as it should be!

Honestly it‘d be even funnier if Phil jokingly starts to respond with a random item every time Etoiles asks jokingly what item he’ll get next and next time he fights the actual Code - guess what item he receives. ( Admins purposely messing around with it, LMAO )

Just imagine Etoiles instantly going looking for Phil and being like „EXPLAIN YOURSELF“ while wheezing and yeeting the item at an startled and confused Phil- something about that is so endearing to me, even if it doesn‘t exactly fit in with the „serious aspect“ of the Code ykyk

I will now be thinking about this the entire time I try to sleep soon WHEEZE

[self-loving-vampire]

can i ask about your headmate? i am very narcissistic and i want a version of myself as a headmate too, how did you do it? just by shear imagination then it just.. stuck? i have depersonalisation due to not being on hrt if that matters thanks ! also you are very cool and very gender goals

Disclaimer: Creating a thinking being is a huge responsibility. I did not do it simply out of self-love but to resurrect an older version of me that I consider admirable and good and that I profoundly missed and grieved. It should be given comparable consideration to having a child, with the complication that said child lives in your brain.

Anyway, it was a bit of a process, somewhat detailed in my #self-necromancy tag.

There are multiple different ways to do it too, but what I did involved a combination of:

1- Using memories of my past self to construct a consistent personality in my mind and assigning it to a new entity there.

2- Generating thoughts from the point of view of this other entity, learning how to address her, how to direct thoughts at her, how to distinguish between her mindvoice and my own, noticing the differences between talking to her and thinking to myself, and so on.

3- Generally just talking to her a lot and going all in on the "think as her in addition to your own thoughts" thing. This included both things like saying good morning to her every day and trying to get her opinion on things during idle time. This was a little bit difficult in my case since she's another version of me so we think similarly in lots of ways.

4- Learning how to visualize the headmate and giving her a shape and a home. This was actually really easy for me since I already have a visual imposition program running and have a rather vivid image of how we should look.

At first it is going to be kind of like roleplaying a character and training yourself for the role, but over time you may succeed in causing the new headmate to have independent thoughts (which sometimes feel more like intent or feeling at first, and you may even be able to "read" those thoughts before they show up on mindvoice as well even after the headmate is mature and more independent.

Part of making this happen involves helping the headmate have experiences and treating her as if she's already independent and genuine. For example, one big step for us was when she played Elden Ring and we noticed that she definitely did not have the knowledge of the game that I did, which also helped her get really into it with the kind of enthusiasm you only really get on a first playthrough. It really helped us both get over the doubts about her being a separate entity at that point.

She is now getting everyone materials on that WoW private server we have been playing on.

[kafuwka]

𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 !

ABOUT ME — angel

hi there, you've probably seen me a few times under kafka tags. if you havent, then hello!! and yea, im a kafka fanatic if that wasnt obvious

im a lesbian demigirl and go by she/her. im southeast asian 🇲🇾 and im a minor. i dont write fics, but i write my thoughts and other random things. if i do decide to write fics, ill post about it

WHAT I WRITE OR WILL USUALLY TALK ABOUT ;;;

GAMES —

honkai star rail (tl35 asia), genshin impact (ar55 na), honkai impact 3 (sea server, i dont rmbr my cl but its cl50 something), minecraft, roblox (i dont play alot of games i mostly talk to my friends and roam on social media 💔)

ANIMES —

chainsaw man, kimi ni todoke, jujutsu kaisen, komi cant communicate, the ice guy and his cool female colleague, my happy marriage, one punch man, mob psycho 100, hunter x hunter, moriarty the patriot, skip and loafer, haikyuu, bocchi the rock, fruits basket, tokyo revengers, a little bit of one piece

KPOP/MUSIC (mostly female artists) —

<newjeans3, le sserafim, kep1er, nmixx, aespa, ive, fifty fifty, odd eye circle, itzy, g-idle, stayc, beabadoobee, wave to earth, deftones, unflirt, dacelynn, luci4, jnhygs, odetari

FAVES (kpop) —

haerin 🩷, hanni, chaewon, yunjin, bahiyyih, xiaoting, haewon, ningning, wonyoung, rei, yujin, saena, choerry, lia, yeji, 2yeon and minnie, isa

𝘋𝘕𝘐 !

basic dni crit, over 23+, disguises racism/homophobia/transphobia as jokes, hate kpop (opinions, but if you're gonna trash my faves then this is absolutely not the place for u to do so), excessive sex jokes (im fine with a little flirting, just dont do it too much or ill bully you for having a porn addiction.), fujoshits and fudanshits/wlw and mlm fetishizers, diehard genshin fans who cant take opinions, anime fans who hate kpop and kpop fans who hate anime (i like both), boundary crossers, no life twitterians

[mbat]

this is my review of the roblox 2024 'the hunt' event, its not really necessary but i keep thinking about it so i need to get my thoughts out even if no one cares, and yes this will be a LOT of text.

important thing to note: i only found out about the hunt event when there was a week left to it. i had only stumbled upon it by luck because i decided to try playing roblox again after a few months of not playing, and had curiously clicked on the hunt button displayed pretty prominently on the side of my screen. my only regret with this event is that i didnt find out about it sooner.

this had left me with very little time to do some of these games, and so i didnt get to finish a good number of them in time, and had ended the event with only 77 badges, which is still a lot, but left me with 23 unfinished. those games will be labeled DNF (did not finish). if i had had the time, i for sure wouldve gotten the 100. 

this isnt to mention that even after i had found out about it, for several of the days that week i was busy spending time with my family and doing stuff like a normal person, so i had even less time to do it.

with that out of the way, my commentary and ranking (at the end) of the games.

Steep Steps - DNF, i didnt like this game before this event, and i didnt like it during it. some people like a challenge, but i never liked steep steps flavor of challenge, im a checkpoints kinda guy. i despise that if you fuck up, you have to start ALL. OVER. i had gotten partially up the mountain before someone else had moved the ladder out from under me and sent me and someone else halfway down the cliff in a spot that was disconnected from the actual path, forcing us to restart the whole thing. fuck. that.

Gunfight Arena - this one was... okay? you just had to collect a bunch of items that dropped when people died, which was at least a good quest compared to some of these other ones, but this one didnt stick out to me. i had to go find someones gameplay of this game to remember what it even was, i literally didnt remember. not bad, just mid.

Mega Hide and Seek - DNF, i was on a serious time crunch by the time i got to this one so i really didnt have time to try and play this game properly, i couldnt find good hiding spots for the life of me so i gave up on public games. tried to do it on a private server with my alts (i have 2 alts lol) and i did what i thought was the requirement ?? it said to win 2 rounds, and i did, but it didnt count it? did i need to only win them as the seeker? i didnt have time for it, as ive said. dont know why it didnt count it.

Muscle Legends - if i remember correctly, this was the first game i did. its just one of many idle/clicker games, which is a genre i have multiple issues with, mainly the laziness of them. easy win, forgetful and stupid game.

My Restaurant! - forgettable. i want to say i had played this game beforehand, so maybe i had a restaurant established? either way i literally dont remember playing this, but its marked as complete and i wont argue with that. you just have to serve 100 customers, whatever.

Bike of Hell - pretty easy imo, though it can probably be a pain if youre not used to these kinds of games. just get to the end of a timed obby on a bike. 

Lumber Tycoon 2 - HELLLAAAAA EASY WIN. literally just enter a cave, find a creepy but cool looking bird human creature (i loved it), and present it with a piece of a log. you dont even need to have played the game before, it accepted logs from even the most basic of trees. my many hours on this game were meaningless to this task LOL

BedWars - DNF, there were very few games i didnt get around to playing during this, and this was one of them.

My Hello Kitty Cafe (Build) - just another restaurant game, but hello kitty themed. yet again the task was 'serve 100 customers!' which was as easy as just setting up some functional blocks and setting up some employees, and then sitting around for maybe 5 minutes while the game did all the work for me. 0 challenge.

War Machines - this one was whatever. you just play as... i think youre iron man? going around an island killing a bunch of NPCs and collecting the items they drop. was annoying when other players killed me, but all around not much of a challenge and was fairly forgetful.

Spray Paint! - you have to find some paint cans around the small map, easy quest. saw a guy drawing a dick despite the fact that i had the 'other players drawings visible' option turned off. wonder if theyre doing alright.

Murderer VS Sheriffs Duels - DNF, i hate games that rely on other players, especially during an event like this because you really cant be like 'hey lets make an agreement so we can both get this badge' because most of these randos really dont give a fuck about you. youre meant to win like 5 duels or something idk anyway i tried to do it with one of my alts, and for some reason it didnt work? i cant imagine the game knew i was on an alt, i literally dont know why it didnt work. 

Shindo Life - DNF, literally dont remember what i was meant to do in this or even what this game is, i think i played it for like 5 minutes to try and see what the quest was and for whatever reason i decided to play a different game instead.

Dungeon Quest! RPG Adventure - repetitive. the first 2 quests were extremely easy as i had already played this game and was higher level than the NPCs i had to fight, so defeating enemies and obtaining loot was easy, but for some reason it wanted me to defeat the boss 10 times, despite the fact that i finished the first 2 quests within 2 playthroughs of the dungeon. this led to me having to do the dungeon 10 times, which took way longer than i think it shouldve because i couldnt just walk to the end and kill the boss, i had to kill every enemy to unlock the door to every section of the dungeon. easy quest, but a bad quest. whats annoying is that when i went to look up someones gameplay of this to remember what the details were, they only had to defeat 2 bosses. bruh.

Metro Life - easy and forgettable. hop in a hot air balloon, collect some floating orb thingies, and exit the hot air balloon and talk to an npc.

Royale High - easy and forgettable. fly around a little map and collect eggs and return them to a nest. you didnt even have to 'search' for the eggs, they were more than abundant and glowed against the dark map. 

RB Battles Minigames - DNF, "win one round or play three consecutive rounds", to quote the quest. i played three consecutive rounds, tried to talk to the npc, and for some reason it didnt count me playing 3 rounds. tried again, didnt work. broke ass quest, in my experience. 

SCP: Roleplay - fairly easy, though a teeny bit of a challenge. you have to go get an item from a house, but the twist is that theres enemies along the way you have to fight, and they werent too hard to fight, but with many of them in fairly small spaces, it was a little annoying how they crowded me. not a bad quest, not the best either. 

Club Roblox - DNF, i dont think i even played this one? i think i kept skipping it when searching for games and just forgot to even try it. 

Slap Battles - this one was easy if you knew what you were doing, but iirc the game didnt explain enough to me what to do so i had to follow a tutorial. this was an issue with a few of these games, but i genuinely dont know if you wouldve been able to figure this one out on your own, or at least i wouldnt have been able to. 

Driving Empire Car Racing - easy one, just do a few races. only complaint is that it only had one race map for me to play, and i wanted more than just one, but it wasnt a bad map and it was actually a fairly decent one. not a bad entry. 

Super League Soccer - the quest was very easy, just complete 2 matches. you dont even have to win, or even to participate really. i think i just afk'd for most of it, i made a goal at one point! but yeah, basically just one where you can sit around if you want, or participate if sitting around for like 15 minutes is too boring for you.

Brookhaven RP - this one has my fucking respect because its an actual fucking egg hunt. it didnt succeed at the goal that most of these had, which was to make the player familiar with the game so that they might want to play it more, but it was good because it was an actual fucking egg hunt during THE EASTER EVENT. literally just walk around a small area of the map and collect like, 20? giant eggs. it actually took me a minute to see some of them, though it was all around still very easy.

Survive the Killer! - this one was one that actually had you play the game for at least one round. you had to find some battery thing on the map during a round, which had you avoid the killer and eventually need to carry the battery to an exit (which was timed i believe) and return the battery to a machine in the lobby. not a bad one, though the only version of murder i ever want to play is gmod or among us. fairly good quest.

Tower Defense Simulator - fairly easy! also i thought it was fun that the little guys used for the defense were reminiscent of the tf2 mercs lol, at least a little bit. i would say this one was pretty well balanced though maybe slightly balanced in the players favor. it was very easy to acquire the money to add more guys and level them up, though i remember i did have to sell a lot of them during the final boss to kill the guy. i remember this one a bit fondly, it was a pretty good quest. 

The Floor Is Lava! - fairly easy, you just had to wait for the hunt map to come up (iirc it only happened every 8 rounds), and when it did come up it was pretty easy. forgettable. 

War Tycoon - DNF, one of the ones where you had to find the crates around the map. wouldve been easy, but like i said, i dont like the ones where you have to deal with other players, and the thing is with these games is that if a player spots you, they are very likely to try and kill you, and i just really didnt want to deal with 12 year olds one shotting me while i searched for stupid boxes.

Treasure Hunt Simulator - yknow, i really shouldnt have liked this one at all because its basically just a clicker, but i was almost enjoying it slightly. maybe it was because it was one of the last ones i did so perhaps i was going a little nuts. you just had to get some chests, and the first two were very easy and only took a few minutes, but the last one took some grinding, which was a bit annoying. though once you realize that you can honestly just grab any chest with enough patience, i earned a lot of money very quickly by just nabbing a lot of stone chests despite their kinda high breaking number. easy, though tedious.

S6 Ultimate Football - just like the soccer one, you literally dont even need to do anything, just sit around. the goal is to play 4 quarters, and the only annoying part is that those quarters take SO. LONG. the dumb thing about football is that the timer is merely a suggestion and what should be 3-4 minutes can sometimes be closer to 10 or more because the game pauses every few seconds everytime the players make any damn movements and then they spent like 30 seconds replaying the clip of what happened and explaining what happened and blah blah blah I DO NOT LIKE SPORTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF I WANTED TO WATCH SPORTS AND HEAR ABOUT SPORTS I WOULD GO TO MY DADS ROOM AND ASK HIM. HE WISHES SO BADLY THAT I LIKED SPORTS AND I DONT. anyway this was fucking stupid.

Emergency Hamburg - iirc this was just one where you needed to deliver like 1-2 things from point A to point B across the map. forgettable, but not really bad. more of a time waster than anything.

Twilight Daycare - This Was So Uncomfortable. i literally did not want to be a baby or a parent/babysitter ive already been both in my life thank you very much. it was easy, but literally why did i have to go through this experience. also to clarify im not a parent, but ive had to babysit my nephews a lot of times. i do not like taking care of other people.

Arsenal - while im not a fan of fighting games/shooters, i have to admit this was actually a pretty good quest. also it was a little bit fun, though i could say that about any decent shooter, its not that i hate them, its just not really my genre. you just had to complete a map made for the event, and it was well made.

Warrior Cats: Ultimate Edition - i think i completed this in all of 5 minutes, which was disappointing. i thought id have to go on a hunt all across the map, and i wanted to! but all the eggs i needed were just right next to where i spawned. its not like i even needed to make a character either, ive played this game before so i already had a character pre-made. it would get points for actually being an egg hunt, but it loses them by how much i just didnt even get to do.

Project Smash - this one was whatever and forgettable. its an arena fighting game, and every few minutes an egg spawns and only one person can grab it. i think i grabbed it by the second time it spawned. its easy as long as youre lucky to be near it when it spawns. and again, im not a fighting game type of person, so i was bored playing it.

Ninja Legends - ANOTHER. FUCKING. IDLE/CLICKER. GAME. i hate these games with a passion. you just have to get to a certain point or click enough times or who CARES dude. shit game, shit quest, i fucking hate these games.

Natural Disaster Survival - DNF, look man, i know this game is a classic and has been around for a long time and its been pretty popular fairly consistently that whole time, but ive never been a big fan. for some reason i just can never get good at this game, and yeah yeah whatever its a skill issue, but i really just never could no matter how much i tried. i think the quest was for me to survive a few rounds, and i just couldnt.

PLS DONATE - this one was weirdly decent? you had to do a quest for an npc which led you to a bunker type area where you had to do some actually not-so-bad minigames. a fairly quick play, and it didnt actually make you spend robux like i feared it would. that said, someone did follow me around asking me for robux that i very much did not have (ive been stuck at 8 robux for a few years now LOL i just never bothered paying money for more) and i was like. dude im just here for the hunt. i think it wouldnt be surprising to mention this guy was a bacon hair in the default clothing.

Piggy - DNF, i heard the quest was good but i couldnt figure out what to do, and i couldve just watched a video but i was running out of time and just left it behind.

Pet Simulator 99! - DNF, by far one of the worst ones, and near unanimously the worst according to the general playerbase, and its very easy to see why. this game is a very good summary of the issue with "simulator" games on roblox, which arent even simulators and are literally just IDLE games, and its actually just a joke it was included, and its quest was a joke as well. lazy game that only wanted your money, and it wanted you to sit around for literal hours doing NOTHING while your pets gathered an obnoxiously large amount of money for you, and even then they wouldnt get enough to finish the quest i swear. i played it for maybe an hour or two before i decided i literally did not have the time to do it before the hunt ended, and if by some miracle i had the other 99 and didnt get the 100 before the event ended, it would be because of this game. i literally got up and made dinner at one point, which had me walking away for 30-40 minutes (i checked back in every few minutes to make sure i didnt disconnect) and when i got back it only gave me enough to get maybe halfway through the quest, but i knew that it would take me like 5x that amount of time to get to the end. fuck this game, fuck this quest, fuck roblox for their greedy corporate bullshit that led to everything involved with this one.

The Strongest Battlegrounds - it says that i completed this one and ill take its word for it, but i literally do not remember playing this for the life of me. even watching a video of someone else doing this doesnt bring back any memories for me. clearly its forgettable.

Strongman Simulator - in this one you have to lead an egg through a series of little mazes and obstacles, which is pretty easy. would be forgettable except for 2 things, starting with the bad one, some random guy said he likes to touch kids and then said 'particularly ones named [insert my username here]' in which i had to tell him that im literally 20 years old and not a kid, and he was like 'age is just a number' so i reported him because even though he was likely just an edgy kid, thats not fucking funny to joke about. the second and more positive one is that somehow me and someone i used to know that i was still friends with on roblox, we both were happening to do this event at the same time, and not only that, we ended up in several games at the same time, and this was one of them. this was the one where i finally had the guts to ask if they remembered me and where we knew eachother from, in which they said yeah, and we went through the quest together. i just thought that was neat :] despite some personal issues that arent anyone elses fault, i remember the protozone fondly (the protozone is where we knew eachother from lol)

Creatures of Sonaria Monster Kaiju Animal - this one was okay, you just had to play the game basically. it again falls into my issue with a few of these in which you have to rely on other players not fucking you over, and people almost did for me. one of the quests is to reach adulthood without dying, and someone nearly killed me at some point just because they could. it was fine i guess, but im not one for these kinds of survival games. also to be honest i thought this was a fakemon game and i was excited for it to be before i realize what kind of game it was, and im sad that one of the fakemon games wasnt part of this event, as theyre really good games actually.

Undead Defense Tycoon - this one was fine. you just had to get a certain number of eggs from specific zombies that would come attack your base, and obviously you had to build up your base to protect yourself from the oncoming hordes. not really bad, but not really good. time consuming more than anything.

Need More Friends - this one has you collect crystals around a small map, and then play through an obby while finding a code for a door. it was... fine? not a bad one, but it wasnt really a breathtaking memorable experience. i guess it would land higher on the list because it wasnt really bad or anything. 

Wild Horse Islands - this one just has you do a short timed race. it was quick, easy, and forgettable.

The Mimic - you just have to play the game and walk around the map while collecting enough eggs to buy the badge. i guess theres meant to be a challenge in that youre meant to avoid the giant creature hunting you down, but in my experience it was more focused on other players and only killed me one time, making this a very easy experience and kinda boring.

Total Roblox Drama - a roblox version of total drama island, down to including characters that were very clearly based on the real characters from the franchise, only with changed names to avoid copyright or whatever. i actually had a lot of fun in this and weirdly made some connections and i think some enemies? i ended it in 3rd place! the mission was only to survive long enough to reach the merging of the teams, but i was so attached to the experience by that point that i was trying to win, and i almost did! the biggest obstacle was that there was one person who was so good that i almost think they were cheating, and me and the guy i ended up teaming with found out at the end that they were using an alt account, which is DEFINITELY cheating. their alt came 4th, but their main came 1st lol. btw i played the strat of being as nice as possible to get on peoples good sides, and i think it worked? it got me to 3rd so i guess it did. also that person who cheated literally didnt think that what they were doing was cheating which is nuts.

Military Tycoon - DNF, another one where you had to get the crates and it falls into the same issue as the other similar one, i just didnt want to deal with people killing me all the time if i stepped out of my base. wouldve done it if i had time, but i didnt.

Maple Hospital - this one was.. fine? not a bad one i guess but it was whatever imo. you had to... im trying to think of how to summarize it but its hard. you had to question some patients, go to a bunker, examine the bunker, clean the bunker of toxic waste, go to an alternate dimension and break some alien eggs (??) and then come back and cure a patient of some alien disease they had ??? idk man it was weird. not bad, i guess.

Greenville - this one had you driving all around the map to collect some items. i have to admit that its definitely just meant to be a time waster and wasnt the greatest quest, but it was just a simulation of what i do in most games LOL i usually just explore maps and fuck around like that, but it really was just meant to waste your time. i will say im impressed with how big the map is, but it really was mostly empty space so im not _that_ impressed. i think its meant to be based on a rural area in wisconsin or something. there was a culvers so i assume it was wisconsin.

Deadly Decisions - this is a trivia game, though it also tries to be saw for some reason. i actually had to leave this game and play it again the next day because i was having poor luck succeeding at it, mostly because of the 'questions' that werent even questions and were just minigames that you were kinda fucked for if you werent lucky. i feared i was wasting too much time with it which was why i left and tried again later.

Rocket UGC Car Crushers 2 – Physics Simulation - it should not be this fun to crush video game cars UGH IT WAS ACTUALLY FUN i favorited the game to play it more later. you just have to do a few simple and easy quests, it was not hard. i spent more time on it than i needed to because i literally just wanted to see all the available ways i had to crush the car.

All Star Tower Defenses - DNF, i just didnt get around to playing it.

Collect All Pets! - DNF, i just didnt get around to playing this one, mostly because i assumed it would be another idle/clicker game, and idk maybe it was i literally dont know.

Cheese TD - i think this was the one where there was a map made for this event and i actually lost it once or twice, but i eventually completed it of course. it was okay, also it was mouse/rat themed so that was cute i guess. 

Restaurant Tycoon 2 - in this one you just have to serve customers enough that they drop 100 eggs that you have to pick up. i had apparently played this game in the past so i already had a functioning restaurant, all i had to do was wait around and make sure to pick up eggs when they dropped. whatever.

Car Dealership Tycoon - this one has points for being one where you run around and search for items, you dont even need to play the game as intended  lol. what i dont get is why it was bunnies instead of eggs, but at least thats still easter themed. it was a decent time.

Combat Warriors - DNF, i do not remember playing this, i think i just didnt get around to it.

Weapon Fighting Simulator - another. fucking. clicker. game. easy ass quest, boring ass shit ass game. i fucking hate clickers.

Tsunami Game - weird one. youre in a giant box and youre heading toward the other side of it while trying not to get pushed back to the start by varying levels of tsunamis, some of which can be easy avoided or jumped over, and others are harder to avoid. you have to go to a certain crevice in the walls and walk through a tunnel hiding in the side of it, which leads you out of the box to reveal youre in the desert, and you need to find an alien whos just chilling by a mountain. i took longer than i needed to because i like exploring and there was some stuff to look at in the desert, but it was easy once i knew what i was doing.

Funky Friday - just friday night funkin. you just have to play songs, and you dont even need to play them well lol. you can actually just play the songs solo and set it to 'whoever has the highest score wins', and the other half of battle never earns points, so you can just earn a single point and still win. whatever.

Death Ball - DNF, this is my personal least favorite. the actual game itself is fine, but the hunt quest specifically is fucked. you have to defeat a boss, and for most of the battle its fine, but by the time the boss has very little health, even when i was full health, i would die within 20 seconds. it hits you with every attack at once and way too much at once, i literally played this several times trying to defeat it and i just couldnt. i dont know how i was meant to do this, and i didnt have the time to figure out a strat. how the fuck was a noob meant to win this fight, ive been playing for over a decade and i couldnt.

Dress To Impress - this game is so fucking funny to me because they have these semi-realistic bodies but the heads are just the giant square ass robloxian heads and it does NOT look good dude it looks so fucking funny. i still think its really funny how people try so hard to have these detailed and really pretty makeup covered fashionable faces in roblox but then theyre plastered on heads that are so square they might as well be a minecraft block. sometimes comedy is so simple. that said i did like the clothing in this game and its honestly not a bad game! the quest was also not that bad, though it was kinda whatever, you just had to walk around the clothing room catching bunnies that were running around, specifically you had to catch 20 before the next round began. more repetitive than anything, but lucky it doesnt last long.

Drive World Drifting & Racing - repetitive but short, you just need to drive between some points back and forth for a few minutes to collect parts to make a car on a stage. eh.

Dragon Adventures Fantasy Pets - this one just has you walking around, fighting some enemies, and bringing an egg back to the start. kinda whatever quest, but i will say that the dragon models are really neat.

Spongebob Simulator - DNF, tedious bullshit idle/clicker game.

Swordburst 3 Boss - DNF, just didnt get around to it.

A Wolf Or Other - tried playing this one, realized i didnt have time to do the quest at the point when i tried playing it, and just didnt get back around to finishing it before the event ended.

Emergency Response: Liberty County - this one has you going around, finding and following some clues or something. there was like 8 clues in total but you only had to find the first 3 to complete the badge. i think my only issue is that it felt like you had to know the map to do this one, because it asked you to go to specific places that would take you a long time to find if you didnt know where to go, or would probably just not even be something people would know to look for.

Legends Of Speed - another 'simulator' where you just have to walk around for 30 seconds and boom you get the badge. very easy and quick. ugh.

Sonic Speed Simulator - this one has you running around a pretty big map to collect a specific part up to a certain amount. also yes, its all themed around sonic and you run around as if youre sonic and stuff. pretty fun for a quick play, though if the entire game is like the hunt map, i imagine it gets old. this is a good time to say that i remember the videos i was watching while playing most of these and i remember i was watching a video about avatar the last airbender and character designs, it was a good watch. also during the scp one i was watching a video about indian representation in 2000s cartoons and it was pretty informative. i had more fun watching these videos than playing almost all of these games LMAO

World // Zero Dungeons & RPG Adventure - i had already played this game a little bit ages ago so i had no issue defeating enemies, of which youre meant to kill a bunch to get the eggs they drop until you get a certain amount. easy, forgettable, more of a time waster than anything, but thats what this whole game felt like which is why i stopped playing it in the first place.

Escape Running Head - this one is basically like a nextbot game but youre running through little mazes or whatever. i was skeptical of it and maybe i shouldnt have liked it but it was a little bit fun for what it was. all you had to do was play the first 3 levels.

Elemental Powers Tycoon - this is an extremely generic tycoon game that is literally just a copy of almost every other modern tycoon. i chose the devil element, which is NOT an element, and it was themed after that chainsaw anime guy i guess? anyway your task was to find an egg that spawns wherever, defeat a boss that spawns every few minutes, and complete the tycoon. easy, boring, forgettable, whatever. and again its like, dude i dont want to have to fight other people who take delight in killing me whenever they get the chance.

Life Together RP - ill give this one points for being an egg hunt, but it was very easy and quick. all the eggs are around spawn in a very small park, and theyre hard to miss with how bright and fairly big they are. the only one you can manage to miss is the one hidden inside of a slide, because its the only one not out in the open.

Berry Avenue RP - this one has you buy the ingredients for an acai bowl, buy an apartment/house, make the acai bowl, and eat the bowl. easy, forgettable, felt like i was simulating what boomers think millenials do. also i thought it was broken because the first apartment i bought wouldnt let me walk through the door, turns out i just had to buy a different apartment. weird.

Toilet Tower Defense - bruh... why. i do not understand the skibidi toilet thing and this was clearly based off of it. also the first time i tried playing it i ended up in a lobby with a guy speaking spanish who chose the hard mode when i was trying to do easy, and i awkwardly tried to communicate with him through google translate... and then i realized i didnt even need to play that map of the game so i left and did what i was actually meant to do, which was collect eggs from various parts of the game. it would gain points for being an egg hunt and also making the player play the game a little bit, but like... it loses them for being about toilets.

Lumberjack Simulator - UGHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING CLICKER GAMES FUCK OFFFFF

Break In 2 (Story) - iirc this was the one where for some reason the group of people end up in the base of some criminal organization and you have to fight some enemies every few minutes. it was whatever. you just had to survive until the end i think. also there was some guy in the attic that i thought was freddy fazbear for a minute but instead it was a cop, so you can imagine my disappointment.

Football Fusion 2 - DNF, another game that makes you have to deal with other people, but both quests it gives you rely solely on other players. you have to tackle someone, and you have to catch a ball from a teammate. despite playing for like 30 minutes, i did not manage either. this game sucks and i do not like sports.

Astro Renaissance - i think this one just has you go around a map collecting some items and then fighting a really easy boss. seriously they did not think that boss fight through, i literally just stood outside of the arena and shot it when it was vulnerable because the arena didnt have walls lol. easy but pretty

3008 [2.73] - i love this game btw. i have good memories in this game, which actually include the person i mentioned earlier from the protozone! we made a little cult where we worshipped the lamps because the light scares away the employees at night, and we even had a dramatic story of heroism and betrayal. anyway the hunt event quest in this game is to find a computer, activate the ability to have quests, wait until nighttime to do those quests, and theyre fairly simple if you can find the objects needed, and then just survive until the next day to get the badge. i played this one last because i knew i would like it most, and while it was fairly bare bones and quick, i am openly biased and enjoyed it. i just like playing this game.

Anime Dimensions Simulator - fairly easy, i think you just needed to complete two timed maps to get the badge. i actually failed it the first time cause i was taking too long to just kill the enemies, but i quickly got a hang of the game and finished it pretty easy. not a bad quest or game, though i imagine it gets old fast.

Catalog Avatar Creator - DNF, i think this one was one where you fight people...? i joined this one thinking it was a different game, saw the quest and realized i didnt have time for it, and never got back around to it. i dont remember what the quest was.

Doors - DNF, this is apparently a really popular and good game, but i just never understood it. i avoided it, and obviously just never got around to doing it. no hate to the creators, i just really never understood the appeal of this one.

Adopt Me! - this one has you go through some maps and do some minigames, it wasnt bad and i surprisingly liked some of the maps actually. i especially liked the creepy one with the giant dragon things, it was so cool looking <3

Big Paintball 2! - DNF, didnt get around to this one

Blade Ball - fairly easy, just have to play a few rounds to complete the quest.

Obby But You’re On a Bike - controversial opinion i guess, but i like this one. the quest isnt noob friendly and ive heard everyone else hated this one, but since ive played this game before and already had half the worlds unlocked, it was a quick and easy one for me, and fun because i already liked and played it lol. my only struggle was barely a struggle, as i dont like being timed and the first quest was to do the first world in under 13 minutes, and i only had 20 seconds to spare on my run when using the basic bike. This game definitely wants your money, but ive gotten good at ignoring that part of the game.

Arm Wrestle Simulator - another clicker, who cares.

Mega Mansion Tycoon - you just have to complete the tycoon up to a certain point, as eggs spawn after you get to certain points in the tycoon, and you need 4 to unlock a book that gives you the badge. forgettable and a time waster.

Barry’s Prison Run Obby! - you either dont need to complete the obby to get this badge, or my game was broke as fuck, because you need to get 10 donuts to get the badge iirc, and all of them were just... sitting in one place. easy, also this one was kinda gross. I can appreciate the acab spirit though

Pull a Sword - another. fucking. clicker. game.

The Survival Game - DNF, this was actually one of the first ones i played, but i didnt have the time to finish it. you had to progress enough to be able to fight an npc that was guarding a chest that held the badge, and i almost got there, but i didnt quite progress enough. i honestly just ran out of time on this one. 

Redcliff City RP - another forgettable one where you just drive around a map collecting items and driving really far inbetween. whatever. 

Carry a Friend! - i will admit that i was very lucky here. me and some random guy latched onto eachother and did it together, and we failed a few times for various reasons, but luckily this dude was chill and didnt abandon me lol. i only wish you didnt need to restart the whole thing everytime you fail, but once you understand what to do for each part of it, its pretty easy to just speed through it back to where you ended off. i can imagine how much it wouldve been the biggest pain in the ass if i didnt get so lucky, but if it came down to it i mightve just used an alt tbh.

Bayside High School - lol you just need to play what is basically guitar hero but on the keyboard, but unlike the friday night funkin clone, you actually have to try for this one. i dont play games like this, so i failed the first time, but i got it the second time. you have to get a C or higher to get the badge. honestly a pretty good one, i only remember being frustrated because, again, not the kind of game i really play, so i was not good at it.

Livetopia - this one has you walk around and smash a crate and melt some ice and get a vault or something idk whatever, its mostly a time waster with a hint of a minigame in it as you have to do a matching game two or three times, but it really is mostly just wasting your time on purpose.

Snowboard Obby - this one is a source of controversy, as the original quest was that you simply had to only play the game for 15 minutes, which meant people could literally just go idle and not even disconnect and be done, _but_ by the time i got to it, the quest was changed so that you had to do the first 100 levels (i think there was only 100?) but honestly they were pretty easy. i died a few times, but it was never enough to make me want to rage quit or anything. not a bad one after the change, but i can see why people were upset with it at first.

Fruit Battlegrounds - last but not least, another fucking fighting game that relies on other people. this one sucks, especially if you have no alts or friends to help you. you have to reach level 15, which is easy and just a time waster, as you can just spam a move and not have to actually attack people with it, but the second one is the one thats stupid. the second one is that you have to kill two people without dying. if youre unlucky enough to run into people who literally just want to ruin your day, and i promise you i did, then its a fucking piss fest. luckily i have 2 alts, so i found a spot near one of the spawns where i could hide and kill my alts. fuck this game honestly

and with that, the end of my commentary of each game. i know im not the target audience, as this game is meant to be targeted to kids and im an adult by now, but i feel like it should be worth something that ive been playing this game since i was 7 years old, 13 years ago. this game has changed a lot in that time, and ive played a few of the easter events by now, and this one was just... yikes. most of the games were low effort money hungry garbage. i wont go on a rant about it, but i really do have a lot of issues with modern roblox, and this event really does feel like a decent summary of those issues.

i dont even know if i could rank them... most of them really were just mid garbage. How am i supposed to rank games that all blend together and feel like they really didnt care? excluding the ones i just straight up didnt play, i can really only say this:

last place goes to death ball, second to last place goes to pet simulator 99. first place goes to... i dont know. none of them particularly stick out to me as being really worthy of a first place spot.

i wouldnt say this experience was a huge waste of my time and i regret doing it, and that it all around sucked, but it really wasnt as good as it very much couldve been. with some better game choices and some less lazy quests, this couldve been an actually really cool event, and a way to show off some games that are clearly full of love and passion, but instead it just... wasnt. roblox pushed all of the effort onto the playerbase, chose games that were clearly only there to make money, and this easter event didnt feel like an easter event. the one word i feel i can use to describe it is 'disappointment'.

i still love roblox, and i wont stop playing it, but i keep hoping maybe itll be better, and it just isnt. it took the turn that many companies and other things make where it decided that its main goal was to make money, but it forgot about the people that even made it possible to have that goal. its not like they ever didnt try to make money, even when i first started playing they had builders club, but there was still so much passion and love and it felt less corporate and greedy. there wasnt 200 idle/clicker games on the front page that were full of pop ups begging you to spend robux. tix actually allowed you to buy items without spending real money on them, and maybe they shouldve just changed how that mechanic worked instead of getting rid of it, but i heavily doubt theyd ever consider bringing it back in any form, only keeping the currency that you have to pay real money for, leaving you shit outta luck if you dont.

whatever man. its like growing up with a cool friend and then watching them become a soulless business man and still sticking by their side, but most of the time its not fun to hang out with them because theyre a corporate shell. but sometimes, just sometimes, they still shine through.

[keefiswhoiam]

January 03 - 2024 Wednesday

10:52pm

5.5/10

This morning I wiped down my bathroom floor and cleaned the toilet. I also tried my new oxyclean spray on a small part of my shower so see how well it would work and it seems fine. I listened to Cringer play Eco RP while I showered. For breakfast I didn't know what to make so I prepared 2 pieces of toast, a hotdog, a babybel cheese, and a yogurt. I watched Bojack while eating.

On stream I did a bunch of torso sketches to warm up for today's commissions. I'm doing 570's commission which I chose to do at a complicated angle. I worked on that for 2 hours.

After stream my tummy felt weird because of the weird breakfast but I did my workout anyways. Some lunges, situps, and 2 miles on the treadmill. I pushed hard on the treadmill today and sustained a jog for the last quarter of it. I watch Cletus play Eco while exercising. I took a quiet shower and then made lunch.

Lunch was an attempt at potato stew which came out okay but way too thick. It was hard to eat and thinking about it makes me nauseous but I ate the whole thing. It made me feel like a brick afterwards. During this I had set up a new KSP save and made it more difficult for fun. I had tuned into XQC while eating and doing my work. Lunch took so long to cook that I was 30 minutes late work and still had to eat it. I cranked out today's request while my food cooled which I struggled with so I took a long time. Then I worked on and finished a new year's Venus pic within 30 minutes. I had wanted to keep going for my last 30 but it was already 5pm and I didn't know what to work on and I felt kinda bad. Also my dad/sister had opened my friendiversary gift from Daisy which really pissed me off and they even lied about my name not being on it and how they opened her fancy wrapping. Right after hearing that I started yoga but got interrupted by Just Dance time with Daisy and her friend. I was excited to play as a group of 4 but of course Ubisoft was having server issues so we couldn't play after 15 minutes of troubleshooting. I then finished my yoga. It felt good to stretch and her emphasis is on being an observer of your own body and feelings which is the mindset I started this challenge with.

Daisy became free after and we opened our friendiversary gifts together. She finally got to see the necklace I made her and she made me a lovely embroidery of our OCs touching noses. I love it so much and decided to hang it over my bed tomorrow after moving a few nails around. I started playing KSP to chill but Daisy was stunlocked and decided to head upstairs and read. In bed she read 2 chapters of Howls Moving Castle out loud while I played KSP and then idled Neopets. When she was done I continued my Neo progress until she fell asleep. Then I worked on my secret project for 15 minutes, played a little more KSP, and finished wrapping/packaging Daisy's Christmas presents.

Today was okay, a lot went wrong back to back in the afternoon but I handled it all well.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Do we have a mafia boss yuu?? Cause I would love to talk about one

I can just imagine them coming in during chapter 3 and ruining azul’s plan so quickly.

Azul is trying to get them to sign the contract yet yuu is just playing some mental games on him, or just flirting to catch him off guard

Azul is turned on Furious at this yuu because how did he get played at his own game???

Ramshackle is their base of operations, and I’d feel like this yuu might recruit NPCS

This yuu would never be blackmailed by Crowley, they would find dirt on him and indirectly threaten him with no hesitation

Bonus points if they have some cool looking tattoos

Ok this gave me a mini idea. Forgive me for this ramble but i am verybtired. Nor exactly a super mafia boss type. Maybe an ayato or just clever yuu but:

I heard mafia ans immediately thought like a royal guard in charge of rules oops

Jade: is this your first time her-

Yuu: Cut the shit I know how this works. Let Azul know we need to speak to him. I'd like a cola and get Jack here a tea. Also if you woukd be so kind to allow me to change servers to Ace, you wouldn't mind would ya leech?

After yuu enters the VIP room they give a kiss to Azuls hand, surprising him before sitting down.

***

Jack is staring at you bewildered. "You aren't actually gonna make a deal with him are you?"

"Hmm not yet. I want to see those three squirm for a bit more" yuu smirked and laughed.

"It was their fault for signing a contract so easily, after all. Not even bothering to look it over. Taking the easy way out... in a way i admire how Azul run things..."

Azul beamed "Im flattered and glad we have a mutual understanding. Its good to know that someone in that group has a bit of brain."

"Hmm yes, however sadly, we both know I'm not here for idle chatter. If it were up to me I wouldn't bother with any of this, but Crowleys orders, yknow?"

"I understand. Here is the terms of the contract." Azul reveals the golden paper to Yuu, who takes it and thoroughly reads it.

"Now perhaps if you three actually payed attention in your classes, you would have learned how to see through such deceptive wording." Yuu tutted.

"Oh please you never pay attention in classes!" Ace retorted. "You have no room to talk."

"Well I already graduated college alongside royalty and doctors by my side to serve directly as the Queens right hand man. I don't really need to pay attention to what I already know. I pass every test anyways."

Ace huffed and Deuce looked away. "Okay well good for you. You don't have to try because-"

"-because I already did. Now listen Ace. Imagine if your in charge of practically... everything and always have to keep up appearances. Then suddenly you end up in a place where no one know you with no responsibilities and have to attend a school on the same level as the kindergarten you attended... wouldn't you also skip a few classes?" Yuu raised a brow, their voice eerily cold. "That's what I thought. Now..."

***

As Yuus eyes skimmed through the contract, Jack nudged them. "Dude, you cant be serious."

"Oh but I am. Besides I'm not too worried. Even without me this is a situation that would most definitely solve itself."

"Oh? And what do you mean by that, Yuu." Azul inquired smugly.

"I've seen this exact scenario play out time and time again, Azul. Do you want to know they all ended? In failure."

"Oh please, you doubt me."

"I don't doubt you. You and I both know you're quite smart. However, how much longer do you think you can manage all these contracts realistically, Azul?"

"Organization is key when-"

"Allow me to rephrase that. How much longer do you think your contractors will put up with you?" Azul frowns at that.

"You see, Zul. There are a few ways to get out of contracts like these. To destroy the contracts. To kill yourself. To kill your contractor. Or a rebellion. Usually they all happen at once. No matter how clever you are, you can never account for any of that. Given your reputation, it wouldn't do well to hear some of your clients decided they were better dead because of you. And when that happens, people get angry... people will figure out how to overthrow you. It's happened to kings before."

Azul sat in silence, eye twitching ever so slightly at the gall of this... nobody.

"You have set yourself up for failure. You sit at the very peak of your achievements, the only way to go from here is down, Azul. And when you inevitably do, take it as a lesson. I've seen many promising figures such as yourself dissappear into obscurity. Believe me."

'It was practically my job to ruin stuff like this' Yuu thought. 'Just plant the bait now. Then wait for the fish to come.'

***

"Before I try and negotiate this, answer me this: do you expect a heist from me, Ashengrotto?"

"Oh no, that would be ridiculous. The photo you would be stealing is public property if anything. Nothing more than gum on the wall, no one would notice it missing."

"Uh-Huh and what about it being under the sea."

"You will be provided a premium potion to help you breath underwater. Rest assured, I made it myself."

***

Azul raised a brow when they saw Yuu scribble, circle, and underline certain words and sentences on the contract before pulling out a small pocket journal and ripping out a few small pages.

"I must applaud you work, Azul. You definitely know your way around a contract like a true scumbag."

Azul merely chuckled off the insult. "Of course, however I'm most curious on what your doing with that notepad of yours."

Yuu examines Azuls contract one last time, before ripping it in two, making Azuls eyes widened.

"How about, you make a deal with me?"

***

Azul quirked a brow at the small piece of paper in front of him.

"I have made a simpler deal that sweetens the pot for you. I'm sure you would enjoy it."

Azul looks at the paper, smug grin back on his face when he reads it.

Jack looked over at Yuu confused, before he could ask they answered.

"I have to retrieve that photo in that time span of three days. If I am successful, you release everybody. If I fail, not only will Ramshackle belong to you, but I will transfer to Octavinelle as your personal secretary or butler, no anemone needed. All of my knowledge and experience, yours. I've had a lot of experiencing serving, so I am sure you will be satisfied."

***

"That's crazy!" Deuce yells. "He's gonna run you ragged!"

"I'm part of a corrupted monarchy as an... upholder of the law... There is nothing worse than that. Besides. I win either way."

"How?" Deuce asked.

"Right..." Azul smirks. "I'll sign your contract then, Yuu. Just one—"

"Is there any benefit to staying in Ramshackle? Truly? If I win, Crowley gets what he wants and I get paid and fed. If I loose... well. Would I really? I would be in a new dorm that isn't rotten. I would have more access to food. Crowley couldn't boss me around as much. All this with the only downside of being a servant which I probably will get paid for— something Crowley doesn't do. I don't see a downside for me really."

'Plus if things turn out bad. I can just kill the bastard' Yuu thought.

"You need something from me to make sure I uphold this deal and don't try and change it, yes , yes... give me one moment."

Out of a hidden breast pocket, Yuu pulled out a small decorative box. It's design wasn't like anything from twisted wonderland and it looked quite expensive.

"This is the only personal item I was summoned with. The only think I have left of my family and home. If this ends up ruined in anyway, the deal is off, and depending on how bad the damage is, I may even have your head." Yuus voice stayed eerily calm as ever once again.

Likewise, the fellow businessman Azul stayed calm as well. You both understood each other. This was an act. "Alright then, so far this sounds like a deal..."

"And to calm your nerves, Azul, I'll show you what's in the box so you know I can't lie about anything being broken." Yuu opened up the box and carefully took a few items out. Old friendship bracelets. A couple foreign coins. Damaged Polaroids. "That is all." Yuu said, before putting them all back in.

"Now I would like to receive the potion right before we both sign this to ensure there is no time wasted." "Of course Yuu. It's a deal."

"May the best man win."

***

After another kiss to the hand and exchanged formalities, it was back to the Savannaclaw dorm, where you informed the others about what happened.

"You seriously just signed your life away." Leona snorts.

"Oh please you doubt me. I have a plan. One that you may enjoy..."

"Oh yeah?" Leona asks, unimpressed.

"The entire box is a lie." Leona looked over at Yuu, raising a brow.

"You see, there is several small machines within that box. Regardless if the box is places in that safe of his of not, they'll find a way in and seize all the contracts."

"You really think it would work?"

"If not i have a back up. However I would appreciate if you can be a part of this plan."

"Tch, what's in it for me?"

"Aww, I was being so kind to let you watch Azul squirm..."

"To the point."

"You see my first thought was to burn the contracts, but then I realized they may have a protection spell on them. That's where you come in. You're unique magic can turn it all to dust. Considering that potion you had for that stunt you pulled a while back, I'm sure this isnt your first time making a deal with him too, huh? And don't you hate the bastard? Not only do you get rid of any old deals you made, but you also get the snuff out the light in his eyes."

Leona smirked at your proposal.

"Do we have a deal?"

[goose-books]

i read your wips intro/masterpost, they all look super cool (!!!) but the status sections look like they haven’t been updated in awhile—any updates?

first of all, THANK YOU!!! means a lot whenever anyone checks out my posts! i have a tendency to forget this blog exists, which i can only blame partially on my being in school; i'm part of a thriving community of writing discord servers, and so i've gotten into the habit of sharing more writing there than here. also, from the bottom of my heart, i never have any idea what to post. so thank you x2 for asking for an update, because i can certainly do that!

in the order of the intro post, shall we? (which i have now updated, because it was bothering me.)

The Mortal Realm & Quark: "starting second draft summer 2021," he said (about the first). so that was a fucking lie. summer 2021 i spent working at a children's summer camp, which, while i love kids, sapped my sickly-victorian-boy strength like tuberculosis. and then i went off to college! so quark didn't happen in the fall, either.

both of these are on indefinite hiatus for now, but not shelved! as my oldest long-running projects and the ones that saw me through some specific parts of my life, they're very important to me, and i think about the characters and plots frequently. that said, i've grown a lot since i began each one, so some of my old plans no longer align with the sort of things i like to write now... both are probably due for a rehaul, and as i'm focused on other projects atm, i'm not sure when that will be! but they idle in the back of my brain like screensavers.

A Modern Tragedy: the scripts for AMT are entirely finished! (barring the intermission episode i never wrote, i suppose.) i wrote the last words and immediately encountered some issues, namely: i know how to write, but not how to record and produce a podcast. plus, a podcast-enjoying friend of mine who read the scripts pointed out that honestly, AMT has too many characters to work as an audio drama; i have written a TV show in audio form. and speaking of things i know how to do less than producing a podcast--producing a TV show. so at present i sort of just... have this. sitting on my computer. i've half a mind to just post the scripts on this blog; if you're interested in seeing them... you can certainly shoot me a dm.

darkling: this behemoth is fully drafted, goddamn it, and i did do a round of beta readers over summer 2021. that said, this thing scares me. i am far better at drafting than i am at editing, and approaching a 200,000 word book (yes. i know. i know) to rip the seams out and kick that word count into shape intimidates me. i think perhaps we should all be very mean to me until i acquiesce to sniffing the draft through the bathroom door (??? <- will being mean to me work? unclear)

Valentine van Velt is Dead: oh now this is ridiculous; have i really not updated the intro post in over a year? i suppose not. valentine van velt is out! i posted the book in full in google doc, pdf, and epub forms; you can read it right now today!

love, h: finally something on the intro post is true. this is still in brainstorming mode, less because i haven't figured it out and more because i need to enter another intense hamlet phase to be able to write it properly. it'll happen.

godsong: ah, and we approach the reason the rest of these projects haven't gotten done. my silly little lesbian aeneid is eating my brain. in the past year and a half, i have 1. plotted an entire trilogy 2. written a book and a half 3. spiraled into related AUs for literally over a hundred words. the problem with writing a project that combines multiple hyperfixations is that it will crawl into your brainstem and never ever ever ever leave you alone. ever.

...which is to say that i've written a godsong! i've completed a first draft of the first book and i'm currently drafting the second; i've learned that editing scares me and bogs me down, so i'm riding this hyperfocus as far as it'll take me before i do a beta-reading round. this may come as a shock, because i've posted very little about godsong compared to my other projects, and again, this is because i have no idea what to post. every now and then i get frightened about posting real excerpts, in case it somehow fucks me up copyright-wise. this is a largely irrational fear that i have anyhow. i'm dicking around trying to make character moodboards for intro posts, but i keep running into the moral quandary of whether i can knowingly use unsourced pinterest images, like, morally. unrelated, yeah i do have OCD, how did you know?

thank you for asking after my projects, anon! ^_^ this was a very nice ask to receive and it reminds me i really ought to post here more often... if i ever scrounge up enough pictures from fucking unsplash, we'll see about those intros. if anyone has questions, opinions, or suggestions for future maxblog activities, feel free to shoot me an ask!