#learn HTML Head

[motorclit]

Got some advice for a lot of Gen Z and Gen Alpha: learn your technology.

No. I mean actually LEARN it, not just how to navigate it. Learn how it works, why it works the way it does, learn to code, learn even the laws, what it's like to run a website, servers, etc.

Cuz if you want online alternatives to the same 5 websites or some shit, you're gonna have to be the ones who come together and do it. If you got time to scroll endless hours on Twitter and tiktok, you got time to ban together with like-minded people and learn how to take back the internet. (Fellow Millennials who remember MySpace, take note as well!)

I advise you learn the history of what the internet has been like. Don't just read blog posts, articles, and watch YouTube videos. Talk to us Millennials about it! Many of us learned very basic coding from just wanting a better-looking MySpace profile! YOU CAN STILL CODE YOUR TUMBLR BLOG TO LOOK COOL FOR WEB BROWSERS.

Learn to understand that the internet is more than touchscreens and apps! The internet was NEVER supposed to be what it is today! Several people sounded the alarm about big companies creeping into the internet! What we are living through is why! Because guess what: THE INTERNET USED TO BE FUN!

Please please PLEASE try this for a while! I'm even trying to learn more basic coding myself! This book from 2006 helps break down the basics into something that's understandable:

If the pic doesn't load, the book is called "Head First: HTML with CSS and XHTML", a learner's guide to creating standards-based web pages. The authors listed on the cover are Elisabeth Freeman and Eric Freeman.

Yes, this teaches you how to make a very simple web pages from the mid-00s and it only works on a web browser, but my gods, the sense of satisfaction you get from making this shit work...

YOU ALSO DONT NEED FANCY FUCKING SOFTWARE. EVERY COMPUTER COMES WITH THE PROGRAM TO MAKE WEBPAGES.

AND THAT PROGRAM IS CALLED NOTEPAD.

I AM NOT KIDDING. NOTEPAD IS SPECIFICALLY FOR CODING. YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET TO DO THIS EITHER. YOU CAN MAKE IT AND TWEAK IT TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT UNTIL IT'S READY TO GO ONTO THE INTERNET!

Be aware: the server thing you can upload your practice website to listed in this book is defunct. The images for examples in this book might be, too. With this in mind, I chose a subject I knew something about for practice, and that was simply the topic of sunflowers. (I didn't upload it to the internet. I liked practicing with it as I learned in this book... and I gotta revise while I get back into it.)

Pick a topic for the sake of practice because you'll wanna learn how to link your custom pages together in order to navigate your own site and such.

I PROMISE YOU that this will feel very satisfactory if you give this a shot!

LET THIS BE YOUR GATEWAY INTO TRULY LEARNING HOW THE TECH YOU GREW UP WITH WORKS SO THAT YOU CAN POTENTIALLY HELP THE INTERNET AS A WHOLE! BECAUSE TECH KNOWLEDGE IS MORE THAN JUST NAVIGATING AN APP!

Please consider this. Help make the internet a less shitty place. Get together with friends (in person or online) and learn together!

We are the internet!

[zumek0]

college bf! headcanons; kozume, k.

↪︎ headcanons, gn reader, fluff, a little angst but very mild, mentions of an unspecified argument but it gets resolved, allusions to an anxiety attack, mentions of marriage.

↝ summary: headcanons about your and kenma’s relationship.

College bf! Kenma who can take all his classes remotely but still takes two in-person electives so that you both can walk together to and from campus.

College bf! Kenma who isn’t one to wake up early (the earliest he can wake up is 10 a.m.) but makes an effort to do so when he knows you have an important exam so that he can have breakfast with you and wish you good luck.

College bf! Kenma who doesn’t listen to music that often (maybe sometimes has a video game's OST playing as background noise while finishing assignments) but still listens to every single song you recommend to him.

He always tells you his thoughts on each song (even if he doesn’t particularly like it).

College bf! Kenma, whose anxiety prevents him from openly showing you affection in public, but makes up for it by clinging to you constantly while in private.

College bf! Kenma who, after spending the night, makes sure to leave at least one hoodie at your apartment.

He insists that it’s so that he has clean clothes to wear if he needs them but then gets pouty whenever you wear one of yours instead of his.

College bf! Kenma who loves having you sit on his lap or between his legs while he games.

Usually, he rests his head either on your shoulder or atop your head.

Whenever he gets bored or his wrist starts bothering him (you cannot tell me he wouldn't have carpal tunnel syndrome, lol), he leans back and wraps his arms around you, letting you take control for a while.

College bf! Kenma who cries when you two have the first “big” argument of your relationship.

He prides himself on staying level-headed in stressful situations and looking for solutions instead of panicking and falling into despair.

So then, why does he feel like this? Why does he feel so angry? Why does his skin feel uncomfortable? Why is his mind making up scenarios where you break up with him? Why does he feel like there’s a black hole where his stomach should be? Why does his chest feel like he’s on the verge of a heart attack? Why does he feel so guilty?

The last two hours repeat themselves over and over in his mind. Why did he say all those things? Why did he act that way towards you? Why did he hurt you like that? Why does he keep crying?

Eventually, you both calm down enough to talk and resolve the issue.

He decides that he never wants to go through that experience again.

Especially not if you felt even half as bad as he felt.

College bf! Kenma whose mom asks about you every time he calls her son.

If you happen to be around, she’ll always ask to talk to you for a bit (more like an hour and a half).

He's pretty sure she only calls him as an excuse to talk to you.

Eventually, he sends her your phone number and feels slightly offended that she doesn’t call nearly as often as she used to.

College bf! Kenma who keeps trying to convince you to move in with him as it would be more cost effective and convenient. 

College bf! Kenma who, when you eventually agree to live together, lets you search for a new apartment as you insisted on starting fresh.

College bf! Kenma who, when you move into your new place, you drag out to Walmart at 8 p.m. to buy two cups, insisting that they’re a symbol of this new stage of your relationship.

College bf! Kenma who finds himself wanting to become Fiancè! Kenma more and more everyday.

finally posting this after having it sit in my drafts for half a year 🫠 i also finally learned how to make my html text work for the colored words lol. reblogs and likes are appreciated!

—han

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ A/n: totally not trying to learn html (which technically isn't a programming language, for what I had read), and well, if Idia was teaching me I would learn everything so quickly tbh. Or not. He would start explaining and I would have the sudden urge to kiss him, oh well it happens ig

"Uh... I think I have an error in my code." You break the silence, tone soft as the computer screen lights up your eyes just the right way for Idia to lost himself in the reflex. He love your eyes, your concentrated face, the way you stick out your tongue without realizing.

And he loves the way you timidly look to him, as if he has all the answers to your questions - which, about this subject, he have, by the way.

"Ah~ your closing array is missing a closing slash. Here, Yuu-shi." He pointed your error with a soft tone, blue nail hitting the screen, and a surprised pout grew on your lips.

He wanted to smother you in his arms, to pick you up and hold you till his arms fell off and his corpse rot - that was how bad he yearned for you, your skin, you smell. He breathes really hard to refrain from doing it, though. You wouldn't want that. He was just a mere R card, a lonely gamer, a-

"Thank you, Idia. You're the best." You giggle to yourself, feeling yourself warm under his eyes and lousy smile. Unbeknownst to you, the only things that were going through his head were about you.

Your smile, the way your eyes lightened up, your laughters and giggles, the messages you passed each other in class (when he was there in person), your secret handshake. Idia loved you. He loved your very dearly.

He loved you so much that he could cry.

"Uh... it's no big deal," yet his hair was getting hotter, rosey tone starting to burn brightly. "Don't forget the closing stash, and everything should work properly. This programming language is not that used anymore, but most can learn useful things learning it anyway. I think."

Idia had half of his mind to know that he was rambling again, talking so fast that he could make Eminem cry. But he couldn't stop when you looked at him with such big eyes filled with curiosity and wonder, taking notes of everything he was saying.

He noted then that you had hello kitty stickers on your page. A few drawings that Ortho made of him, Idia and you; that almost killed him right then and there.

"Ah... HTML uses elements, tags, and attributes to organize text, images, links, and other multimedia elements. It can be combined with CSS for styling and JavaScript for interactivity."

[knsecretary]

ATHELETE! ONYANKOPON X READER SUMMARY: a short piece on if ony was a track star. this is mild self-indulgence WARNINGS: no capitalisation intended ........................................................................................................ trackathlete!ony who loves what he does, but his coach gets on his nerves sometimes trackathlete!ony who SWEARS he doesn't love the attention, but when he wins? Yeah, you gon’ see all 32 of his teeth shining as he takes that victory lap. trackathlete!ony first saw you talking to one of your friends after a track meet.

trackathlete!ony who couldn't help but watch the way the shorts clung on to you, the way your crystal necklace glinted in the sunlight. the way you threw your head back and laughed when sasha almost bust her ass on the hot pitch outside

trackathlete!ony who (very nonchalantly) asked connie and sasha for damn near a whole week when you were gonna come back. when he finally learned you were single? yeah, it was a wrap trackathlete!ony saw you at the fresher's fete, watching you look all pretty dancing to the front of the stage

trackathlete!ony who almost shyly looked away at the video his friends showed of a party promoter capturing him take the most wicked wine of his life from you "cut that shit out. acting like i wasn't there" "you real shy for someone with no behaviour 2 nights ago" Now you were a 2nd year. and fortunately for trackathlete!ony the one night you went out as the night you two got to not so officially meet. it also helped that you and sasha shared the same envi elective

the next thing you knew, you were seeing trackathlete!ony talking to sasha while she (very innocently) asked for a study date. he of course was just there to "drop off something ". "oh [y/n] i didn't know you'd be so early" "sasha you told me 3:30" trackathlete!ony who then took the initiative to introduce himself that day

trackathlete!ony NEVER played about you. he was picking you up every week, an arm wrapped around you at parties. he made sure he was behind you when you were throwing it back. now who else was meant to catch that but him? huh? oh okay...

trackathlete!ony always made time for you. he was always down for a group study session with you. "mama what's all that fancy shit there" "it's an html page ony..."

trackathlete!ony who loved when you came to his track meets. he always made a point to let everyone know you were there. "my girl's here right now." "nigga i don't fucking care" and he'd have the widest smile on his face too.

trackathlete!ony loved driving to the parties with you. it makes it easier for you both to go back to his place without waiting on a shuttle "ony...! baby lemme go shower first" "wan' fuck you right here though mama" "baby i smell like beer and rum..."

trackathlete!ony whose guilty pleasure is watching you in his shirts with nothing else on, especially when you working at your desk with a research paper or just coding. trackathlete!ony who love loves his girl <3

[hyperfixationcenter]

My full review on the Eltingville Club comics

After a long month of work I've decided to treat myself to read ALL of Eltingville Club, overall this was one of the funniest and saddest comics I've seen AND BEFORE I START!! If your new to the fandom or haven't found a place to read it: https://batcave.biz/27970-the-eltingville-club-2016.html have fun!!

Alright, this is a long one so if you love extensive overviews your in luck!

My favorite moments ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jerry being geeked out is really funny to me

THE WAY THEY LOCK IN 😭

Josh being a bisexual for a panel

I actually love jerry in a hoodie he looks so cutie

Good to know that Pete knows how to read

Me listing off my hyperfixiations to make me feel better

Idk why but Pete's reaction is so funny to me 😭

For some reason Joe looks way better in the comics, still a dick head tho

A moment of clarity for the boys

Common Josh L 😭

fuck'n 😮

Top 10 moments before disaster

THE ZONEEE

Josh being an absolute hater

The slow decline of man

Greedo318 gotta be my favorite character

Bill being a classic manipulative little shit

The one time Josh and Bill actually team up 😭

PREACH PETE!

You wont like me when I'm angry ahh Bill 😭

This Fan, This Monster ੈ✩‧₊˚

One of the most saddest chapters and the one that absolutely broke my heart as much as anyone who's read this comic.

Now we know what happened to Iron Jaw

It was kinda sad seeing Bill in shock that Joe isn't really that cool

I feel SO BAD for the geek girl

Its nice to see Pete stand up for the others

THE INFAMOUS FIGHT SCENE!!

PETEEEE MY KINGGG 😭😭😭

The most HEARTWRENCHING PANEL OF MY LIFE

My Overview ੈ✩‧₊˚

They just wanted to enjoy friends who liked the same things they did but power and greed can corrupt anyone and so manipulative minds that were raised from broken families learn that if your not at the top your nothing in this life. I understand that people have hyperfixiations and obsessions but what happens when someone loves something so much they lose what they have in their real life.

Many times mentioned in the comic people who were ex fans tell Bill to repent and stray away from his fandom that has corrupted him and twisted him into a man with no soul for anything else than a lust and hunger for things that aren't even real.

It does show a real harsh lesson of obsession and how far people will go to achieve such heights. The eltingville club was a very funny comic but the end made me think for a minute about how people like to go so far for things they can't achieve, in doing so destroying their own lives. I feel we could learn a lesson from this comic, weather it be about obsession, relationships, and oppressing sexuality to keep a quota. I loved this comic, and now to read the epilogue.

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT POST!

ELTINGVILLE CLUB FAN OUT!!! 📕

[clickityquacks]

I CANNOT get the idea of making a dress up game for Gansey out of my head. I can learn how to code and draw assets for this thing even as just a proof of concept! The concept: Keep it simple stupid!! I’m a person that will over complicate things and give up. So I’m thinking have the base, three polo tops as recolours, 3 cargo shorts recolours, 3 unique accessories, and boat shoes.

Coding wise, I’ll need to relearn HTML and CSS but that won’t be too bad. It’s really the JavaScript, I’ve never worked with it before!!

Here is my Gansey boy so far :)))

[izicodes]

Convert HTML to Image: A Step-by-Step Guide ✨

Do you want to turn some HTML code you've made that's on your website and have a way to convert it into an image for you to save?

Well, look no further! I too wanted to do the same thing but funny enough, there weren't any straightforward tutorials out there that could show you how! After hours of searching, I finally discovered the solution~!

This is an old tutorial I made 🐼

💛 Set your environment

Before we dive into the conversion process, I'll assume you already have your HTML code ready. What you want to learn is how to turn it into an image file. You should have a good grasp of HTML and JavaScript. For this tutorial, we'll use the following HTML code example:

We won't include the CSS code, as it doesn't affect this tutorial. The JavaScript file (script.js) at the bottom of the body element is where we'll add the functionality for the conversion.

Your page should resemble the following:

As you can see, the "Click me" button will handle the conversion. We aim to convert everything within the div.info-div into an image.

💛 Using the html2canvas JavaScript Library

The html2canvas library allows you to take screenshots of webpages and target specific elements on a screen. Here are the steps to include the library in your project:

The steps to put the library in your project:

Visit the html2canvas website for more information.

Copy the CDN link from here

and include it in a script tag in your project's head tag in the HTML file:

That's it for including the library on the HTML side. Now, let's move on to the JavaScript code.

💛 JavaScript Functionality

Here's the JavaScript code to handle the conversion:

In this code, I want to turn the whole div.info-div into an image, I put it into a variable in const div = document.querySelector(".info-div");.

I also put the button into a variable in const button = document.querySelector("button");

I added a click event listener to the button so when the user clicks the button, it will follow the code inside of the event listener!

You can find similar code like this in the documentation of the html2canvas library:

What is happening here is:

We add the div (or what the element we want to take an image of) into the html2canvas([element]).then((canvas)

Added the image file type url to a variable = const imageDataURL = canvas.toDataURL("image/png"); - You can replace the png to other image file types such as jpg, jpeg etc

Created an anchor/link tag, added the href attribute to imageDataURL

The download attribute is where we will give the default name to the image file, I added "dog.png"

Perform the click() function to the anchor tag so it starts to download the image we created

And that's it!

💛 The End

And that's it! You've successfully learned how to turn your HTML into an image. It's a great way to save and share your web content in a unique format.

If you have any questions or need further clarification, please comfortable to ask. Enjoy converting your HTML into images! 💖🐼

[puimoo]

What about one of these for the Dick Grayson ficlet requests? No pressure though!

Dick Grayson and Tim Drake while they’re Batman and Robin. Maybe them learning to work together and Tim finding that fighting with a Batman who’s used to being part of a team and doesn’t have to be held back is very different.

Dick teaching Damian to do stretches

Robin!Dick (and maybe Batgirl?) while Bruce is away in space or something, so Alfred is running comms

Dick and Cass finally bonding

Title: Why Does He Call Me ‘Bird Boy’ With Love in His Voice Rating: G Words: Ficlet length! (Proper maths, that!) Characters: Dick Grayson (Batman), Tim Drake (Robin), Edward Nygma (Riddler) Tags: Batman and Robin Dynamic Duo Vibes, Gotham Is So Confused, Dry Humor, Healthy Mentorship, Unhinged Criminal POV, Tim Drake Needs a Nap Summary: Gotham’s criminal underworld is deeply unsettled. This Batman laughs. He calls Robin pet names. He talks to him like he’s a person, not a soldier. What is happening?? Author's notes: This ended up much sillier than expected! Also, I cannot figure out how to center the scene breaks - or to make the usual scene breaks - even when using html mode. This will have to do :)

---

“Is it just me,” Riddler says, squinting at the monitors, “or is Batman… smiling?”

He says it like a man who’s just seen the sunrise in the west.

Across the warehouse, Batman slams a goon into a stack of shipping crates with a cheerful grunt. There’s an actual bounce in his step as he moves. Not just brutal efficiency—no, there’s rhythm. There’s flair.

The Robin with him vaults over someone’s back and lands with a perfect spin-kick. Batman claps, claps, like he’s watching a gymnastics meet.

“Nice one, Bird Boy!”

Bird Boy.

Riddler reels.

“I—what—Did he just nickname him mid-fight?”

The henchmen exchange looks. One of them is slowly lowering his weapon in confusion.

This is not how this is supposed to go. Batman is supposed to be a vengeful cryptid who appears from the shadows with a growl and unresolved trauma. He is not supposed to laugh when Robin knees someone in the face.

But he is.

He’s laughing.

---

Later, after the dust has settled and the GCPD has come in to do their thing, Tim finds himself sitting on a rooftop eating a granola bar and trying not to stare at Dick.

Dick, who is still grinning as he wipes blood off his gauntlets.

“You called me ‘Bird Boy’ in front of Riddler.”

Dick hums. “Didn’t realize that was a problem.”

Tim squints. “It’s just—Bruce never called me that. He barely called me Tim when we were in private.”

“Yeah, well,” Dick says, stretching his arms behind his head, “Bruce also thought showing affection was giving you a longer grappling hook.”

Tim takes another bite of granola to avoid making a noise that might be mistaken for agreement.

“I’m not trying to mess with you,” Dick adds more softly. “I know I’m not him. But I figure if we’re going to be in this together, you should know I’ve got your back. And that I think you’re doing great.”

“…Even when I accidentally kicked myself in the face during that flip?”

Dick’s grin turns sly. “Especially then. It was very acrobatic. Very self-sabotage chic.”

---

The footage hits Gotham’s villain channels within the hour.

The post is titled: “Gotham Update: Batman’s been replaced with someone who enjoys spending time with his son and does yoga.”

It gets 4000 reblogs.

---

Elsewhere, in a dingy bar packed with henchmen and rogues, someone mutters over their whiskey, “I think Batman’s been replaced with a pod person.”

“Not a pod person,” Poison Ivy sighs. “Just the first Robin.”

There is a long, horrified pause.

“…Oh no,” someone whispers. “That explains the smiling.”

---

Back on the rooftop, Tim glances sideways at the man who’s temporarily wearing the cowl.

“You’re really not gonna stop calling me Bird Boy, are you?”

Dick shrugs. “Only if you hate it.”

“…It’s kind of embarrassing.”

Dick nods, solemn. “Then I’ll keep doing it until you learn to own it.”

Tim groans. “You are so annoying.”

“You’re welcome.”

[theneighborhoodwatch]

what are the basic requirements for maintaining the website? like. aside from a basic understanding of how to format and code it

(context)

welcome to welcome home started as a pretty scrappy personal project, and tbh it still is. there's not a whole lot you'll need, but off the top of my head the base requirements would be:

as you've said, at least a Basic understanding of html/css. i did Not have this when i first started welcome to welcome home and It Shows; i learned in real time by playing with the parameters of the template i used. (side note: if whoever ends up getting the site wants to give it a makeover and has the skills to do so, i will Not be opposed to it. bonus points if they find a way to make it more mobile-friendly.)

ability to update all relevant pages within a few days of a given update alongside adding new pages for characters, locations, secrets/walkthroughs, etc.

an email address

access to some kind of external file host (i use filegarden, but any will do.) alternatively, neocities gives you a much larger storage space if you have 5 dollars a month to spare.

[maxybabyy]

happy new year friends!

to celebrate the new year, i wanted to go through some of wonderful stories i read in 2024. going through the tags and my bookmarks, i have come to the realisation that I still suck at keeping track of my favourites, so these are just the one still stuck in my head.

five (+some) full length fics

sour and delicious, secret and unrepeatable by @officialmood (maxiel)

i know this was written for that trope you hate fest, but i absolutely loved every word of it. all the tiny details, the shoe tying scene that still lives in my head, daniel preferring adynamic sex, max thinking he cannot have both. all of it is just so fucking good. I think it is such an incredible fic and such a good way to explore the maxiel dynamic.

table in the back by @janinaduszejko (galex)

i think if i could take one fic with me into 2025, it would be this one. i am more of a peripheral galex enjoyer, but this just hits ALL the right notes for me. the angst and misunderstanding is just so perfect that i can still feel the hurt in my finger tips. 10/10, will read again to keep george in miserable company.

rosetta stone by @janinaduszejko (carcar)

unlike galex, carcar does have me in a chokehold. oscar learning spanish and being called out by Fernando, dropping hints that they should move in together, only for carlos to tell him he loves him first. it's so fucking great.

everything carcar by @testarossa is also so fucking perfect, but especially make a mess, lioness is so, so good.

the entire Yours verse by @loquarocoeur (lestappen)

i still remember reading the first chapter of yours and not knowing what to think, only for it to turn into the most wonderful series. i am such a sucker for close-to-canon fics and this just done so well. i don't even know what to say, it's just sooooo fucking good, and i am in love with the dynamic between max and charles.

four espressos (and a lifetime) by @ferrarisma is another wonderful lestappen fic. i love the 'they grew up together' trope and the identity porn is just so perfect!

Cad Dad, a Dad of cats by @33max (max-centric)

max-centric fics are such a weakness of mine. cat dad max bringing the cats to races so he can make sure sassy gets her medication is so, so lovely and wonderfully written.

i have also read the first two chapters of famiglia-familie by @lsunstreakerl and i am very intrigued! gp taking in kid max is such an interesting take on it, and I cannot wait to read the rest.

four scenarios for tumblr fics omega max has a very special place in my heart and both @officialmood (post) and @lost-in-fandoms (post) have made such wonderful posts about it. i love all the different ways omega verse can be used to explore the maxiel dynamic!

girl max (my beloved) is another trope that I love, and the winter warmers posts (day one, thirteen) by @thewindowatkirkland have just been absolutely perfect!!

daniel's partner dumping him for max is also such an incredible fic by @officialmood. it's such a fun take, and daniel is wonderful as the spiteful, insecure ex who kinda, maybe also wants to fuck max now?

also the absolute masterpiece by @boxboxlewis that is max dating ricardo from melbourne while daniel, you know, is totally cool with it.

three works of my own Writing this i realised i haven't written a lot this year, here or ao3. i really hope that will change this year, but i just wanted to highlight some of the works that i had a good time working on in 2024:

cameras in the traffic lights

this was my first big html coding project, and while it was such a pain in the end (and still not perfect even now!) the process of it all was so much fun. i really liked working with the format, and the writing process of the tweets, the timelines, and the planning of it was so different to the prep-work i usually do for fics. the response to the fic has also been very overwhelming, and i am so glad so many people seemed to enjoy it.

max run club

max run club is another pet project of mine. it's such a fun world to play in, figuring out how to characterise max when we only really see him during daniel's time on social media/work out apps, the whole scanielax aspect of it. i don't know if it will ever be a full length fic, but i am not done with the series.

toothbrush fic

it's getting late, and i don't really have that much to say about this. but this was also very fun to write, and i still think if you love someone, you should offer to brush their teeth once in a while.

[qrowscant]

hi! sorry if this is a question you get a lot but i looked at your tags and i didn’t quite see the answer - i was wondering what software you use to code link rot? i’ve been trying to figure out what to use for my own project that i want to be multimedia/be able to click links and such and hosted probably on neocities and i just can’t figure out what program - if any - these sorts of projects use. (i would assume it’s html and css at the least, but is js needed too?) like can you still use twine for this kind of thing or rarebit or? if it’s a personal program/code i completely get if you don’t want to share it!! thank you either way :)

i use html, CSS, and javascript/jquery! you can absolutely use twine if you so choose, that's just a different language to learn to accomplish the same thing. most people code in visual studio code (its free!) and upload to their website, but if you're sick in the head (me) you can just code on the website directly

[fallowdoe]

Deepfake

Uniting the realms is a tricky task - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

TW! SA and other heavy stuff

You're not sure when or where exactly you heard about it for the first time.

It might've been at RAD. Your fellow classmates didn't seem to consider this kind of topics to be "embarrassing", at least you didn't think so, considering how loud they'd be when discussing them. Most demons didn't consider taboo things that your human friends would talk about in hushed voices. Standing in the queue in the canteen would almost always result in learning the details of some random student's one-night stand. By simply walking by your classmate in the corridor you could learn all about their exact preferences in bed. The toilets seem to be drowning in conversations about what humans consider vulgar and obscene. Not to mention the kind of words you can hear passing by the changing rooms.

Even though your grandma would probably have a heart attack if she spent even just 5 minutes inside the academy, RAD is still an institution of high culture and all of this is considered to be rather good behaviour by Devildom standards.

Now that you think of it, maybe it was while on one of many shopping trips or errands, the brothers take you on. Devildom is loud and bright, it can be quite overwhelming no matter how long you've been here. It has the atmosphere of a Friday night, and most utilities are open 24/7, especially the clubs. Demons are loud, they want to be heard when they speak. Some are more reserved of course, but they rarely feel the need to make their conversations "private". If private was what they wanted they wouldn't speak about it at all, or at least wouldn't speak about it in the presence of countless strangers.

So just by going out, simply being among them, you learn things that would've never crossed your mind otherwise.

At least that's how you found out about this website.

It resembles blogs from the early 2000s. You know the ones, HTML, flashy and full of gifs, the sparklier the better.

It was fairly easy to find, which unfortunately doesn't take away from your worries right now. You just typed your name followed by a string of words related to 'porn' and the search engine served you exactly with what you were hoping was just a misunderstanding.

Well, it wasn't. The site you heard about earlier that day was now open for browsing on your laptop.

You've scrolled through the first few videos, some looked like they were just copied from pornhub or some other human site, but some had thumbnails that were rather… exotic.

There was a separate category for videos including humans, that was split into multiple sub-categories depending on various characteristics.

For now, you've decided to ignore the videos of random fetish clips of demon-human intercourse and keep scrolling.

You only stopped, when just a few seconds later it was your face staring back at you from the screen. In the thumbnail it was just you, blushing and sweaty, looking through the glass seductively at whoever stumbled upon the video. The title seemed like a string of clickbait words, but it made you nauseous.

''human MC addicted to riding demon cock, human, human exchange student, fucked into obedience, human pet [VIDEO]"

You pressed play.

Sure enough, it was you in the video, being fucked by multiple demons with all their demonic features out. Your body looked kinda different but your face was a perfect copy, the voice was also eerily similar to your own.

More videos started popping up underneath. All of which seemed rather similar to this one, although you've noticed that your body always looked different. It's as if whoever made those videos had no idea what you actually looked like and just improvised.

You scrolled back to the first video. Moans and whimpers reverberated through your head. Unlike most porn videos filled with fake over-pitched fake moaning and poor dirty talk, this one seemed to try and make it seem as "realistic" as possible. There was even some animalistic quality to it, the way this 'you' acted and how they were handled. Petted on the head, passed around by large, clawed hands. It reminded you of how you were called a cute little pet by different demons on multiple occasions.

You started skipping through the video, while this 'you' haven't uttered a single word besides some broken begging, it was all whining and mewling. Sharp breaths and stutters.

It was almost hypnotizing, seeing yourself whimpering and bending at different sexual angles to the camera.

You double-checked if your headphones were actually connected and if the sound didn't leak. The brothers often surprised you with how sensitive their hearing was, you could drop something or hiss after stubbing your toe and Mammon would burst into your room to check if you were still alive.

Having one of them come to check what those obscene sounds coming from your room were, was the last thing you needed right now. Especially since you knew, that they absolutely would come to check if they had really heard moaning.

The demons in the video on the other hand were much more talkative than your digital pornstar copy, cooing at this fake you and laughing between each other. The word ''pet'' was used the most often.

"Aw, is our little pet tired already?"

"Come on pet, you can handle some more."

"Be a good little pet and stay still."

You've debated on watching some more videos but ended up saving the site and closing your laptop after finding one titled ''demon Lords Using Their Human Pet".

Your heart was beating loudly, luckily it calmed down after a few deep breaths. Another thing about the brothers was that they could also sense stronger emotions, again, they would come check on you.

Your laptop ended up stuffed between folded sweaters in your wardrobe. Just in case anyone was to open it and see… what they were not supposed to.

You stepped into the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, trying to make sure that every little wrinkle and freckle was in the right place. This right here is the real you, you reminded yourself, this here is real. Those videos are not.

You turned the sink on and splashed some cold water onto your flushed face. The intense heat in your cheeks started to finally go away. Maybe you should thank Lucifer for giving you a personal bathroom again. Your dishevelled form in the mirror certainly was glad, they didn't have to go to the shared bathroom and risk running into someone.

The clock on your D.D.D. mercilessly reminded you it was almost dinnertime.

A hoodie and some sweatpants should do a decent job of hiding the goosebumps your skin was covered with. You prepped yourself mentally and set off to see the same faces that were staring at you from a fake thumbnail just minutes ago.

The rest of the night went by rather uneventfully. The dinner was kind of unsettling, hiding your restlessness from the brothers was close to impossible. A random excuse about a nearby quiz was enough to cease any further questions. It didn't mean everyone believed you, though. Multiple sets of eyes watched you with determination, to figure out what was it, that was really bothering you. It reminded you of the way, you were stared at in those videos and only added to your uneasiness.

You went to bed feeling surprisingly numb, the discovery of that cursed site was apparently so shocking that it tired you out so much, that it made you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Not sure what to do with the revelations of last evening, you've decided to keep quiet about it in front of the brothers and instead start an investigation. If you wanted to keep the number of people who saw any of those videos to a minimum, you had to be smart about this. Your first candidate for interrogation could be no other than a fellow human.

Out of curiosity, you decided to add Solomon's name to the search you typed out earlier, but nothing came up. This means either Solomon's just not as attractive to demons physically, or he's not attractive because realistically you doubt they would be able to do any of that to him. Without the protection of so many powerful individuals, you had no way of protecting yourself. The thought added to your already alarmingly growing distress.

You've ambushed the sorcerer at RAD, in the library. Your strategy was to inquire about some 'rumours', instead of revealing what you had actually found. God forbid he asks you to elaborate. This way you could check if said 'rumours' were popular enough to reach him. Also, you didn't want to show him the videos for obvious reasons. Even if it wasn't your body, it still felt way too intimate.

To your surprise, Solomon didn't seem as concerned about it as you imagined (or maybe hoped?) he'd be.

"Oh yeah, there's a lot of that. The human-demon thing in general." The sorcerer didn't even look up from his book, as he explained. "It's always been rather popular if I recall correctly".

At your lack of reaction, he finally looked up and was met with your dumbfounded face, which made him smirk.

"Are you really that much surprised?" he asked.

"Yeah." was all you could muster right now. You felt your eyelid twitch. His reaction was, very painfully, much in character for him. The ever-unbothered wizard. The sky could fall and rivers could run blood, he'd barely acknowledge it if at all.

"They probably use shape-shifting to make them. It must be really weird to you, although… maybe it's some kind of computer editing…" He trailed off obviously more invested in how the videos are made, rather than why.

Of course, he didn't care. Why would he? It's not like it's his face, his fellow classmates fantasize about fucking. And if they did, he'd probably put an end to it faster than these deviants could finish jacking off.

The thought made you feel lonely, Solomon's humanity usually drew you to him, the same way you'd rather sit next to a woman than to a man on a crowded bus. The familiarity of sharing a similar struggle of being in a foreign realm usually brought you some comfort, and Solomon used to acknowledge that in the past, acting sympathetic towards you when speaking about Devildom and its inhabitants. But his reaction to your questions left you feeling solitary again, you didn't share this struggle, so he didn't care. Here's to hoping that you didn't make him curious enough to look anything up by himself.

Well, that wasn't very helpful, seemed like you were left on your own again. You thought about bringing it up with Lucifer but you'd probably die of embarrassment while trying to explain what you've found and why were you on this kind of site in the first place.

The evening came and you've found yourself opening the site once again. This time you've scrolled a little further and found a comment section. Great. Exactly what you were hoping not to find.

Curiosity quickly won with your initial hesitation and you started browsing through them, although you've instantly regretted your decision.

"I wish I could bend that little bitch over" "Royal pet needs to learn her role" "I would fuck you like a whore every day"

Real classy.

You debate yourself on whether to scroll further but just a few comments below something more sinister is hiding.

"I jack off every time I see her, one day I'll lock her in an empty classroom or sth and finally have my way with her"

And the replies were even worse.

"I can't wait to finally get her alone, I'd share tho. Put her ass free for taking in a corridor or a bathroom or sth, hard-working students deserve such a cute glory hole" "Can someone tag the guy who had her underwear pics again?" "Can't believe they let her study here anyway, a really poor excuse for having a human fucktoy"

Ain't that a sight for sore eyes. Now, you were left wondering whether you really were in danger. Would any of them actually act on these desires, or were they only brave when hiding behind a stupid nickname and an obscene picture of an anime girl?

That one thumbnail showed up on your screen again. Your body covered with hands grabbing at and holding you in different spots. The cursed title, which promised to show you "what's going on at House of Lamentation".

Click or don't click, the video had a decent amount of views. Judging by those comments earlier, your fellow classmates were no strangers to these sites. Had they seen it? Do they think about it whenever they see you talking with the brothers? Had any of them jacked off to it?

Would the brothers also look off? Probably, although it might be hard to tell, it's not like you know exactly what they look like underneath their clothes. Would they have their wings and horns out? Probably, judging by the other videos, perhaps to highlight, that they were powerful predators, and you were just a defenceless, frail thing.

Click. Sure enough, horns, wings and dicks out. Their faces were off, lacking in emotion, but it didn't seem to matter, as the focus of the video was on you. This one was good, they nailed almost all of your proportions. Someone must have taken a really good look at you.

In the video, you were dressed in a lacy set and sat on a big, elegant couch. The place was definitely not the House of Lamentation, but it did little to ease up your mind.

The next 60 minutes were filled with praises said with almost perfect copies of their voices. For 60 minutes you sat glued to your screen, headphones on, and watched as the "brothers" had their way with "you".

They'd hold you down and tear the lingerie off, praise you, stroke you and pass you around. You were sat in Lucifer's lap as he spread your folds for everyone to see and comment on how wet you were. Mammon had you ride his face, while Leviathan held your hair in a fist and made you choke on his dick. Satan would fuck you, ass up face down on the floor. Asmodeus had you riding him in some complicated position, and the twins both had you at once, standing.

Your mind was struggling to comprehend what were you seeing. You were distressed, cheeks flushed, eyes teary. Aroused too, who wouldn't be?

Focused on your laptop, hearing limited by your headphones, you didn't notice someone walk in.

You only realised someone was standing in front of you when a hand suddenly grabbed the headphones and pulled them right off your head.

"Damn human, I was knockin' like crazy here. Ya deaf now, or some?" Mammon asked looking kind of annoyed, as if you didn't let him in on purpose.

Luckily your laptop was placed in a way that didn't let him see the screen, which you quickly shut off. Your hastiness, nervousness, looks, well, all of it, definitely did make it look like you were caught watching something you shouldn't have, but Mammon either didn't notice or didn't care. Or maybe he did notice and care but was too embarrassed to tease you about it.

"I'm busy Mammon." You got up and strategically placed your laptop in an obscured spot that didn't draw attention and picked up a stack of papers from your desk to occupy your mind on something else.

"Yeah sure, ain't nothing like too busy to hang out with me. You've been holed up in here for like, the whole week human. You making me look like I'm a bad pet owner or some shit." he joked.

The pet thing made you wince, even though the joke made you laugh in the past.

"Please Mammon, I'm really not in the mood today. I promise I'll hang out with you later," you muttered, not even facing him.

He stood there with his hands on his hips. You know your ''I'm okay" act wasn't too convincing, but you were hoping he wouldn't care enough to dig further.

"No way, you humans need the fresh air stuff and all of that. We're going out, get dressed Imma wait here." he draped himself on your bed and pulled out his D.D.D.

Clearly unable to convince him you sighed loudly and stomped over to the bathroom. You were in no shape to go out tonight, knowing Mammon he probably wanted to have you go with him to a club or a casino, but the thought of crowds terrified you. Your mind running like crazy, all those demons there, must have seen it.

Before you know it tears start trailing down your knees and you're holding your breath in, kneeling on the floor.

Mammon is mindlessly scrolling the Devilgram and thinking about you. Something is going on with you, that much is obvious, but what is it? By now, every one of them has pointed it out. As your first man, it was obviously his duty to find out what was bothering you and put an end to it, but how to do it if you don't want to tell him?

You were doing something on your laptop when he walked in, maybe it really is schoolwork that got you so distressed? He got up and walked over to your desk.

Just as he was about to reach out for the device he heard some odd noises coming from the bathroom. He felt you, through the pact. How overwhelmed you were.

So he walked over to the door, opened it and sat down on the floor with you. The hug he gave you was stiff. Nervous, but genuine. It was so Mammon-like that it calmed you down almost immediately.

"Damn, just say ya don't wanna go next time." he joked and it made you laugh out loud.

He smirked, trying to play it confident, but having you so close flustered him. He tried to tone down his tsundere persona tho.

"So ya wanna tell me what's bothering you or do I have to find out myself?"

No way in hell you were telling him, or worse, showing him. Any of them.

You shook your head and put it on his shoulder, breathing finally slowing down.

"Come on, ya can't go around moping like that! Lucifer's gonna get his panties in a twist by saying sth like "You have to make a good impression as an exchange student." and then blame me!" Mammon's vivid gesticulation made your body sway every time he moved, and that made you laugh again. "Ha! I knew ya just needed some of the Great Mammon!" he beamed.

"I'm okay Mammon," you sighed "Just tired. Humans just get like this sometimes." you tried to redirect him once more.

"Pfft, you're the weirdest human I know MC. Not that you're weird or something. Not that I like you!" he returned to his tsundere ways.

While Mammon was busy denying and declaring his fondness for you, you tried to figure out the plan for the upcoming days. If you didn't get your shit together they'd eventually find out.

Was there a way to get rid of those videos altogether? Their amount might be a problem. If Diavolo was to find out about them would he be able to take them down? What if he knew? Never mind, you'd never tell anyway. The idea of having to explain what exactly they portray was too mortifying to even consider doing it.

The RAD curriculum included lessons on basic knowledge about different species and the rules by which they operate. You understood, to some degree, that demons didn't really get to make decisions the same way humans do. Their free will was limited by their desires, which weaker individuals were completely subject to.

Even with your limited understanding of how this world works, you could clearly see what a threat this situation was becoming to you. There were demons at RAD who watched the videos and were not afraid to voice their desires online. It was only a matter of time before one of them got to act on it.

You had to do something, but make sure you didn't turn it into an even bigger mess. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that you could do by yourself. Still, instead of straight up telling someone, you could try asking for advice without revealing the whole problem first.

Solomon already knew, but he didn't seem too bothered. You could ask Satan, but his curiosity would eventually lead to him finding out about the whole situation and no doubt dragging everyone else into it too. Barbatos was reliable, but not discreet like you needed. Lucifer and Simeon were also out of the question for similar reasons.

Who else? Beel and Belphie wouldn't help very much. Mammo would end up telling everyone, like Satan. Levi also didn't seem like a very good choice.

That left Asmo, who could either be really helpful or very, very unhelpful. You hesitated for a moment, pondering whether Asmodeus was the right choice. His attitude towards such matters might not be what you need, but if anyone could provide insight into how to handle the situation—or at least offer advice on damage control—it would be him. However, there was still the risk he might find this whole situation more amusing than alarming.

You sighed and leaned into Mammon’s shoulder a little more. For now, you weren’t ready to confront Asmo or anyone else about it. The overwhelming violation you felt from those videos still crawled under your skin. You couldn’t shake the image of your classmates walking past you, seeing you not as a person but as an entertainment, piece of meat to be fucked, then eaten.

And the thought that some of them wanted to act on those fantasies—physically cornering you in classrooms or hallways—was enough to make your stomach turn. What scared you the most was how powerless you felt in the face of it all. You were outnumbered and apparently actively hunted.

Mammon shifted beside you, likely sensing your nervousness "Oi, I dunno what's goin' on, but if someone's messin' with ya, just tell me, alright? I'm your first, remember? I'll kick their asses if they even think about it," he declared with a fierce determination that only made your heart sink deeper.

If only it were that simple. You weren’t sure how Mammon—or any of the brothers—would react if they found out what was actually going on. Would they be angry? At them? At you? Or would they find it too embarrassing to talk about, too awkward to address? Even worse, what if some of them didn’t take it seriously at all? You remembered Asmo laughing at the idea of certain demons’ fetishes and preferences—would he laugh at your distress?

A soft knock at the door startled you both. Mammon, ever the defensive one, stood up in an instant. "Who’s there?"

"It’s just me," came the soft voice of Beel. He opened the door slightly, sticking his head in. "I thought I smelled something… are you two okay?"

You forced a small smile. "Yeah, Beel. Everything's fine. Mammon was just being… Mammon."

Beel eyed you with concern, clearly not buying your half-hearted attempt at reassurance. "You should eat something, MC. You’ve barely touched your food lately."

You nodded, realizing how easy it had been to forget about meals amidst everything that was happening. "I will. I promise."

Beel lingered for a moment before he finally left, leaving you alone with Mammon again.

"Ya heard him," Mammon grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Beel’s right—ya gotta eat. C’mon, let’s head down to the kitchen."

But the last thing you wanted was to face the rest of them again. Not after what you’d seen and the vile comments that still echoed in your mind.

"I’ll catch up in a minute," you said, standing up and brushing yourself off. "I just… need a minute."

Mammon didn’t look entirely convinced, but he gave a curt nod, seemingly aware that pushing too hard would only make things worse. "Fine, fine. But don’t take too long, alright?"

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, you exhaled sharply. Alone again, you let yourself collapse onto the bed. Your mind raced as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

You needed a plan. Something. Anything.

Asmo was still a risk, but perhaps he was your best option. He knew the ins and outs of demon desires better than anyone, and if you framed it as a hypothetical situation, maybe he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Maybe.

Without thinking, you grabbed your D.D.D. and scrolled through your contacts, your thumb hovering over his name for what felt like an eternity. You bit your lip, hesitating one last time before finally sending a quick message.

You: Hey, are you free??

It didn’t take long for a reply to pop up, Asmo’s characteristic excitement already shining through his words.

Asmo: Of course, darling! Come to my room? Or should I come to yours?

You sighed. Maybe this was a good idea. Maybe Asmo would know how to handle this—or at least give you some advice on what to do next. Before your anxiety could change your mind, you quickly typed back.

You: I’ll come to your room.

Sure enough, he was waiting for you, draped over his lavish bed, manicured hands typing quickly at his D.D.D. The entire room shimmered with elegance—silk sheets, golden accents, everything carefully curated to reflect Asmo's refined tastes. He barely looked up as you entered, his eyes glued to whatever was captivating his attention on the screen.

"Hey," you greeted, cursing yourself internally for how stiff you sounded. If you wanted to keep your dignity intact, this had to be a top-tier performance. You needed to act casual, as if this was just another lighthearted conversation, even though your insides were twisted in knots.

"Oh?" His expression shifted slightly—still playful, but more focused now. "Do tell. It must be serious if it’s making you this tense."

Asmo finally looked up, offering you a slow, amused smile. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a visit? And at this hour, no less,” he teased, clearly intrigued but not in the least bit worried.

You shifted, feigning nonchalance. “Gossip,” you said, a little too quickly. But maybe that worked. Maybe it would make you sound like you were just excited to share some juicy tidbit.

“Gossip?” He tilted his head, his interest visibly piqued. He set his D.D.D. aside, leaning back on his elbows with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, you’ve come to the right demon. Spill it. I’m all ears.”

“I heard some girls talking about one of the succubi I share classes with, the one with pink hair, that someone sent them some fake-ass videos of her online. It sounds made up, do you know anything about it?” You tried to make it sound believable, but there was a chance he’d see right through you.

Asmo’s eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. He leaned forward just a little, clearly intrigued by the mention of drama. “Oh, her?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Fake videos, you say? Mmm, that does sound like the kind of low-effort gossip that circulates from time to time. But I haven’t heard anything… yet.”

He paused, studying your face with a knowing look, as if he was assessing whether you were holding something back. Then, with a grin, he reclined back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head. “But you know how these things go. If it’s fake, it’ll blow over. If it’s real… well, things could get juicy.” He laughed lightly, still clearly enjoying himself.

You felt a small wave of relief wash over you—he wasn’t pressing too hard, at least not yet. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just another rumour,” you said, trying to sound casual. “I figured if anyone would know, it’d be you.”

“Well, darling, you’re not wrong.” He gave you a conspiratorial wink. “But even I can’t catch every scandal the moment it breaks.” He shifted, now leaning on one arm, his expression still playful but a little sharper, as if he was waiting for you to drop something juicier. “So, is that really all you came to tell me? Or is there something more interesting you’re holding back?”

Your heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t fully bought the story, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to push you too hard—at least not yet. You might be able to poke around the topic some more.

“I saw some of it on their D.D.Ds,” you continued, trying to keep your voice casual, “didn’t look fake at all, though.”

Asmo’s smile widened, his amusement unmistakable. “That’s the point, lovely,” he purred, clearly enjoying this far more than he was letting on. “If you’re going to stir up a scandal, it has to be convincing.” He crossed his legs elegantly on the bed, his gaze steady on you, as though savouring the tension in the air. “So, tell me—how good was the fake? Scandal-worthy, or just amateur work?”

You hesitated again, feeling that tight knot forming in your stomach, but backing out wasn’t an option anymore. “It looked pretty real to me,” you said with a casual shrug, forcing yourself to look nonchalant. Slowly, you walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, trying to seem more at ease even though your nerves were screaming otherwise.

Asmo’s gaze followed your every move, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as you sat beside him. “Mmm, impressive,” he mused softly, shifting his weight closer to you. His hand trailed lazily across the silk sheets until it landed near your thigh, his fingers just grazing the edge of your leg. “You know, darling, I can always tell when someone’s holding something back from me.” He tilted his head, his voice still light and teasing, but there was a flicker of intensity behind his words. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in slightly, his hand moving to rest more firmly on your leg now. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and you knew he was pressing for more. “How do they even make those videos look so real?” you asked, your voice sounding a little too innocent.

Asmo chuckled softly, his fingers beginning to trace idle patterns on your leg, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Oh, darling, it’s not that hard if you know the right tricks. A little magic, a little creativity… but why are you so interested?” His voice dropped lower, smooth and inviting, but there was an edge of curiosity sharpening in his tone now. “You’re asking a lot of questions. What’s got you so curious?”

You felt his hand slide a bit further, his touch becoming more deliberate, and it took everything in you not to flinch. The air felt thick with tension, and you could feel his gaze boring into you, waiting for you to crack.

Before you could answer, the door flew open with a loud crash, startling both of you. “Oi! What’s goin’ on in here?!”

You felt like eyes followed you everywhere you went these days, a heavy, invisible weight pressing on you no matter where you were. It started subtly at first—a glance here, a passing look there—but now it felt constant, like you were under a spotlight you hadn’t asked for. Yesterday at the café Lament the waiter couldn't stop looking your way, lingering with his gaze even as he took Satan’s order. You tried to ignore it, but it gnawed at you, that strange intensity in his eyes.

Then there was Majolish. The cashier had given you a look so unnerving it left a cold pit in your stomach like he was part of some inside joke that you were on the wrong side of. His eyes had scanned you with that same, unsettling awareness, as if you were missing something crucial.

It didn’t stop there. Later, at the grocery store with Beel, you found yourself using his broad frame like a shield, hiding behind him as you paid for your snacks. You didn’t even want to look the cashier in the eye, afraid you'd catch another one of those unsettling stares. You weren’t sure if it was real anymore or just your imagination, but every glance felt heavy, charged with something more than simple curiosity.

Every demon you passed in the street seemed to watch you, their gazes lingering just a little too long. You’d always drawn attention in the Devildom—being human in a world of demons was enough to make anyone curious—but this was different. This wasn’t casual glances or fleeting interest; it felt like scrutiny.  The paranoia began to creep in. Had they always been staring like this? Or had it only started recently, and you were just now noticing? Every side glance felt like a threat, every whisper behind your back like it was meant for you.

Each day it grew worse, and you couldn’t help but wonder: what did they see when they looked at you?

You didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

Exactly a week after discovering those damned videos, you found out just how real the abstract threats in the comments could be.

The hot, slimy trail of a tongue dragging along the curve of your neck made you shudder in disgust. Your skin crawled, muscles tensing involuntarily as the bile rose in your throat. The demon had you pinned beneath him, your wrists bound in one of his clawed hands while his other hand fumbled impatiently with your uniform blazer. His grip was vice-like—no matter how much you thrashed, how desperately you squirmed beneath him, it was as if he didn’t even notice. You were nothing more than a rag doll under his weight, your feeble attempts at escape met with complete indifference.

The dark corridor echoed with your own ragged breaths, the distant bustle of more crowded areas seemingly worlds away. Panic clung to you like a second skin, your heart hammering violently in your chest, but your mind was racing too fast to keep up with any plan of escape. You didn’t even notice that you were walking into the more secluded section of the library, only understood when someone grabbed you and dragged you out into the back corridor connecting it with an unused part of the building.

“Stop…please!” You gasped out, voice shaking, but your attacker didn’t listen. He was too busy reliving some sick fantasy of his own.

“Oh, sweetheart, you should’ve known better.” His voice was rough, taunting as if he were savouring your fear. His breath was hot against your ear, his words dripping with malice. “You put yourself out there. On that site. Now you’ve got my attention.”

He tugged at your blazer with more force, buttons popping loose, the fabric pulling tight against your skin as he worked to expose more of you. Your chest heaved, your mind screaming at you to fight harder, to do something, anything, but it was like your body refused to obey. All you could do was kick out weakly, your legs pinned under his weight as he continued, relentlessly.

You felt his sharp nails graze your skin, making you flinch, the sensation like needles against your bare flesh. In a desperate attempt, you tried to call on your pacts but couldn’t focus enough to do so.

The cold air hit your exposed chest and you whined loudly. This seemed to excite your assaulter even more.

“Yes! More sounds like this!” he laughed crazed and started working on your pants.

The zipper was barely holding on when the weight on top of you was suddenly yanked away with a force so powerful it made your head spin. You gasped, struggling to process what had just happened, your heart still thundering in your chest as you scrambled back, pushing yourself up against the cold wall. Through your blurred vision, you saw a familiar figure standing tall. You had a hard time understanding what exactly was happening. All you could focus on were the pained whimpers of your assaulter and how blood dripped on the floor from where Lucifer’s claws were piercing his skin.

Mammon appeared in front of you. He silently took his own blazer off and helped you cover yourself with it. You clutched the fabric tightly, desperate for any shred of normalcy. His lips moving, but the only sound that reached your ears was a dull, persistent ringing. You could see he was saying something—something important, no doubt—but your mind was too overloaded to comprehend. Everything felt distant, and surreal, like you were trapped in a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was warm, and gentle, so at odds with the raw violence still playing out behind him. He tried to lift you, but it was then that you realized just how badly you were shaking. Your legs felt like they weren’t even there, your body completely stiff from the overwhelming rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

“Mammon?” You choked out, your voice barely a whisper you couldn’t hear yourself, the adrenaline making your muscles completely stiff. Your throat burned, and you weren’t sure if it was from the panic or the strain of trying to speak.

There was a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as if he was trying to assess just how bad things were. Then, without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest. The world around you swayed, but Mammon’s grip was firm, protective.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya,” he muttered under his breath, though whether he was speaking to you or himself, you couldn’t tell.

As Mammon turned, his gaze locked with Lucifer’s. The tension between them was palpable, but there was an unspoken understanding in that brief exchange. Lucifer’s hand was still gripping the now limp demon, his expression still cold and merciless. “Go back to the House of Lamentation,” he simply stated. “I’ll take care of this.”

“Did you see any of it?”

“I didn’t watch any,” Solomon replied evenly. “I assume that’s what you mean.” His face betrayed no emotion, no hint of pity or judgment—just the steady, calm demeanour you’d come to expect from him. “But I saw how many there were.”

His words hung in the air, a weight you couldn’t quite shake. You didn’t need the details. The sheer volume alone was enough to twist the knife already lodged deep inside you. Solomon’s tone wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t gentle either. And that was exactly what you needed right now.

The past few days had been a blur of forced smiles and constant hovering. The brothers, despite their good intentions, had treated you like you were made of glass—afraid that at any moment, you’d shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces. Lucifer had barely let you out of his sight, his protective instincts at an all-time high. Mammon hovered too, quieter than usual, though his fierce glances at anyone who so much as looked at you made his feelings clear. Asmo helped you get rid of any physical evidence of what you went through. Everyone was checking in on you every few hours, trying to distract you from your own thoughts.

It was suffocating.

Solomon, on the other hand, didn’t fuss. He didn’t crowd you with reassurances or treat you like you were some delicate porcelain doll. He was here, offering silent support, but allowing you space to breathe. You were grateful for that.

“Thanks for not… hovering,” you mumbled, feeling a small knot of tension ease as you sat down across from him.

He smiled faintly, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. “I figured you’ve had enough of that by now.” He, of course, wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t follow it up with “It was really stupid of you not to tell anyone”.

“I kind of assumed everyone knew,” you admitted. “Besides, how would you even picture that? Hey, there’s fake porn of me all over the web, what do I do?” “That’d be a good start you know.”

You groaned, leaning back in your seat. “Easy for you to say.”

“Perhaps. But keeping it to yourself only made things worse.”

Before you could retort, a soft knock on your door broke the tension. Lucifer stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the room with his usual commanding aura. His sharp gaze flicked to Solomon, sitting a little too comfortably on the edge of your bed, and his eyebrows scrunched in subtle disapproval. He didn’t say anything about the sorcerer’s proximity, but the air in the room shifted slightly.

Lucifer cleared his throat, stepping further into the room with the weight of something official behind him. “I spoke with Diavolo,” he began, his tone formal, measured, “and on his behalf, along with the entire Student Council, I would like to extend our deepest apologies for the—” he paused, clearly choosing his words with care, “—misfortune of both the assault and the online incident.”

You groaned, louder this time, and fell face-first into your pillow, muffling a frustrated sigh. “Please, please tell me you’ve found a way to get rid of those.” You lifted your head just enough to eye Lucifer, your voice laced with desperation. “Or at least tell me that none of you showed any to Diavolo as an ‘example.’” There was a long pause, and Lucifer’s silence was deafening. You groaned again, louder this time, burying your face back into the pillow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“He was informed of the situation,” Lucifer continued, his voice flat, but there was the slightest tension at the edges. “But no explicit material was shown to him directly. Rest assured, we are working tirelessly to remove any trace of those videos.”

Solomon, ever the opportunist, smirked. “It must’ve been quite the conversation. Diavolo doesn’t strike me as someone who’s used to handling such… delicate topics.”

Lucifer shot him a sharp look, clearly not in the mood for jokes, before returning his attention to you. "This is being taken very seriously. Diavolo is personally overseeing the investigation as he considers this to be a, hm, personal failure I suppose. But it will take time and might not be as effective as we’d like."

You sat up, pressing the heel of your hand to your forehead. The whole situation felt like a nightmare, a weight that wouldn’t lift no matter how hard you tried to shake it. "I know it’s hard to get rid of something on the internet, especially with some of those freaks probably working overtime to make more," you muttered, a bitter edge creeping into your voice.

Solomon snorted softly at your remark, his expression turning wry. "You're not wrong. The internet’s a hydra—cut off one head, and two more appear."

You sighed, sinking deeper into your frustration. "But I was hoping Diavolo could just, I don’t know, magic it all away? Wave his hand, say some ancient words, and poof—this whole nightmare's over. Everyone forgets, and I go back to not being… whatever this is."

Lucifer's expression softened, though there was a weight in his eyes. "I understand why you'd hope for that, but even Diavolo’s magic has limits. I promise that until it all dies down you have nothing to fear, we’ll be taking more precautions for your safety from now on.”

You sat up again, feeling a mix of exhaustion and determination settle into your bones. "I appreciate all of the concern, really. But until this all goes away, I’m still stuck feeling like… well, like this." You gestured to yourself, feeling the weight of all the unwanted attention you’ve received so far. The video featuring you with the brothers came to your mind and you flinched, the thought of anyone you knew watching it felt especially mortifying.

A wave of exhaustion washed over you, and your eyelids grew heavy, the weight of everything finally catching up with you. You tried to shake it off, but your body felt like it was made of lead. Before you could voice your fatigue, Solomon already excused himself from your room bidding you good night.

The silence that followed felt both comforting and isolating. You allowed yourself to lean back against the pillows, the plush fabric cradling you as you closed your eyes. A soft sound in the darkness caught your attention—Lucifer’s footsteps approached, and you opened your eyes just enough to see him lingering in the doorway.

“Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

You nodded slowly, even though you weren’t entirely sure it was true. "Just tired."

"Rest, then," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You’ve faced enough for one day. I’ll be nearby if you need anything." Feeling a small spark of reassurance, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into the pillows to dream your uneasy dreams.

[gaiaseyes451]

2024 Fic Roundup / AO3 Ask Game

Oi, so many tags! Thank you @nosferatini, @kotias and @cheeseplants!

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

Not including collaborative works: 129,329. Good grief, that feels like a lot.

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Honestly, I'm proud of myself for writing to deadlines this year. A lot of my writing was for events and I'm always terrified I won't make it but I did! I also art'd for the first time for @the-literal-kj

What are your favourite top three fics you've written this year?

Ostinato - Pianist Crowley summons Aziraphale back from Heaven. This let me lean into my pianist background, I loved writing this for the High Pollen Count event.

Breathless - The breath play kink fic that was never planned but @sixbynine-da demanded. I've never had a scene flow out of me like this and it isn't angst!

A Little Life - My first long fic. Folks say it's sad and it is, but to me it also... isn't... Forever indebted to @fuzzygoblin for the music prompt for the Good Omens Song and Poetry exchange and for gamely agreeing despite all the trigger warnings (before they knew it was me writing it). <3

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Truthfully, I'm in my lowest point of the year right now. Haven't written a word since finishing Breathless. But I've got amazing friends in this community who have my back. I'll be okay.

What have you learned?

Tell the story you want to tell. Better to write for yourself and the handful of people the story will resonate with than to force a story you think will appeal to the masses. If it's pulling at you, it's pulling for a reason.

Reach out to your idols, I've yet to find one of the people I perceive as BNF's to be anything but kind and encouraging.

I'm pretty sure I can HTML just about anything with a general guide now.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

I still have a roughly 20k draft of 1941 that I wanted to finish. It needs to be rewritten, but I will finish it.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I beta for a lot of folks! I'm going to miss people, I'm so sorry. @adverbian's Is This Desire?

@kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon's Sins of Knowledge

@sixbynine-da's A Tricky Situation

@spectrallydistracted's If I Loved You Less ... We Could Have Coffee

Most everything by @the-literal-kj and @hakunahistata but particularly KJ's Show the Way and Haku's 21 Grams

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Someone is Calling Him Shorewards by @harlotofupdog - The first fic that made me break my "I don't read WIPs" rule. Gorgeous and atmospheric and sexy and heartwrenching and mysterious. I don't know how I got the title of angst queen in our little group when Harlot wrote Shorewards.

Quite Contrary by @gingiekittycat - Poor Gingie has listened to me write honest to someone literary analysis of this fic as well as beg for multiple historical prequels. This one lives rent free in my head and will for a long time.

Play for Me the Music of Your Heart by @leviosally - There is one chapter left to go that I (and everyone else) am waiting for with baited breath, but now is a perfect time to start a read if you haven't yet. This is, in my opinion, the quintessential musician AU written by someone with a deep love and understanding of music. Spellbinding.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

@the-literal-kj and I are already working on our Heaven before the Fall story that we've been calling Bitter Things! The other big fic I'd like to get out is a Human AU where Peter Pan collides with Peaky Blinders. And, in January, expect.... wait for it... fluff

Who do you want to thank?

@hakunahistata, @the-literal-kj and @adverbian - You three cheer and challenge and cackle and cry and you make things better, both my writing and my day to day life. I'm grateful for you as beta's and I'm humbled to call you my friends.

@kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, @dbacklot99 and @sixbynine-da - Y'all are the first real collaborators I've worked with on an as of yet unspoken project. I have so enjoyed working with you three and also becoming friends! Thank you for the randomness and the wonderful angst spirals and that utterly AMAZING Lucicrow birthday gift - Changing Keys

@goodomensafterdark community and all the wonderful folks who are following me here or have taken the time to kudos and/or comment on my work. Seeing what y'all create and hearing from you brightens my day immensely! I'm so grateful for this amazing, welcoming, exuberant fandom!

No pressure tags: I have no idea who hasn't been tagged yet, if you're mentioned above please take it as a tag. If you see this and want to play, please do and tag me!

[lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Silly and self Indulgent scenario that's been living in my head since I've started learning coding like javascript and html awhile ago, like pls let Idia teach me, I'll listen to everything he has say. Or not. Probably not. I would probably be looking at him all the time like 👀💞.

Coming from someone as quiet as Idia, people would think that he only hides inside his room and that only silence surrounds him. But that was far from true, Idia laughed, screamed or hummed all the time when he was safe and sound inside those comforting walls and, like now, his fingers tapped the keyboard keys frantically.

"What's that supposed to be?" You asked, pointing to a series of strange codes on Idia's dimly lit computer screen. How he could see with all the lights off, you didn't know. But at least, you now knew why he complained about his eyes hurting.

Idia replied without turning around, "They're called arrays. They're used to store more than one code inside a variable, Yuu-shi."

You made an understanding sound even though you didn't understand what that meant. You remembered a thing or two about your world's programming, but the memories were blurred and as today was an especially calm day, you decided to pull a chair close to his desk and sit next to Idia to watch him work. Maybe it would help to understand what those "arrays" were for if you could watch him, besides it was fun.

You noticed how his fingers trembled slightly against the keyboard and the ends of his hair turned pink at your sudden approach, but you preferred to spare him the embarrassment and just watch him create his codes. It was almost peaceful the sound of his fingers and his soft humming.

"That's an opening tag right there, right?" You pointed again not sure and he nodded.

"Yuu-shi..." He mumbled as if unsure of his proposal. Even though you're friends, he's too scared to voice his ideas sometimes and you don't force him to say anything while you wait for him to search for the right words. Finally after a few seconds Idia turns to you with a small smile on his face. "S-sit closer, you'll be able to see better that way. I can even explain what each code is for if that doesn't bore you."

That was his shy way of saying that he would like to have you around and that he didn't mind your questions, and you readily nodded, pulling the chair closer and resting your face in your hand. Idia kept working, fingers practicing typing over and over entire columns of tags and other codes that you gradually remembered the name.

"Yuu-shi, you never told me that you, uh, liked programming." He mutters uncertainly. But then a wide smile spreads across his lips and he looks at you sideways, laughing sinisterly. "But that means I can teach you everything I know, and after I've stuffed all possible coding knowledge into your little pretty head, Yuu-shi, you will evolve from an R card to a UR+."

You shudder comically, wondering if it was too late to run. But Idia's cool hand closes over your wrist and his slender fingers find their way to yours, lacing them together as he opens another page on his computer.

"Let's start with your lesson, Yuu-shi, and... And, uh... And if you get everything right, I have a reward in mind." Idia declares, a rosy blush taking over his face.

And truly how couldn't you deny him that?

[atwas-meme-ing]

HEY ALL!!! If you haven't heard, Unity is gonna start charging devs 20 cents per download. Not per sale, but PER DOWNLOAD. This applies to not only big-name games like Hollow Knight and Ori, but also smaller projects that might be free. This includes mobile games made with Unity, Undertale fan games like Undertale Yellow and Deltatraveler, and also, get this: Murder of Sonic! It was made in Unity, and so far, it's still free, but Sega's gonna hafta start charging for it sooner or later- IF they don't decide to take it down completely.

So, on this note, I have 2 things to say:

Get your favorite games NOW. Some devs, like Team Cherry, are talking about "taking their games down" (so much for Silksong- thanks A LOT, Unity!!!). I don't know if that means you'll still be able to play these games- like on Steam, for instance- if you already have them downloaded.

Please, please, PLEASE, support those games that are made with Unity. 20 cents adds up when there's a million downloads, and if it's like a mobile game, where people don't necessarily have to pay for it, that's going to COST the devs money- a LOT of money. I know we all hate the paywalls and "pay-to-win" schemes in mobile games, but let's be real- crap like this Unity thing are the whole reason those paywalls exist! These devs aren't doing this for free, they're trying to make a living! Even if you only spend $1, only 1 time, that is STILL going to be an 80 cent profit over the new Unity costs, and maybe, just maybe, give some game devs enough incentive to keep the game around.

I know Unity has a bad rep because it's easy to use and allows devs to release games that control poorly because you don't have to be good at coding to do it (*cough* Guardian of Lore *cough*). That's why I haven't used Unity, despite having several game ideas in my head, because I don't know how to code (yet), and I didn't want to release a game like that- and now I never will use Unity. But games like all the ones I've mentioned are proof that Unity CAN be used for good games, in the right hands. So please, if you love a game made with Unity, please support it, so the game doesn't go away. Don't send the devs into bankruptcy just because Unity is a money-grubbing so-and-so.

(Oh, I should also mention, for browser-based games, apparently this "per download" thing also includes "per BROWSER REFRESH". So, yeah, please don't blame the devs, support the devs and blame Unity.)

EDIT: It's not quite as bad as I'd thought. I knew Unity had a threshold, but I thought it was an either/or thing- either a certain number of downloads, or a certain amount of money made from a game. And, it's not, it's both.

So free games (like Murder of Sonic) apparently won't be affected.

Here's their pricing schedule once the threshold is met:

It still adds up for the smaller projects, with Unity taking all or most of the revenue from smaller games.

And one thing that's still bothering me: the install threshold is "life to date" and Unity is charging per install over the threshold. So, if a game's been around for years and had a million downloads and has made 200,000 dollars in the last year, they're gonna end up paying that 200,000 all at once.

At least, that's what I'm reading.

So, ok, I was wrong. Free projects won't be affected. But this is still awful, especially when it's first starting out.

EDIT 2 (2023-09-23): They've lessened the fees:

I'm still not using them. They never had a good reputation- I mean, there's good Unity games, but there's also a lot of bad ones because people can just release games with Unity with no coding experience. I want to make games someday, but I want them to be a good quality, so I'm waiting until I can actually figure out C++ (heck, I'm still wading through HTML, I'm nowhere near real programming languages). As long as I have to learn coding to make something good, I might as well find an engine that I can trust. I hear a lot about Godot. I also think I'll want to look at Monogame, because Monogame was used to make Axiom Verge and Celeste, and it's apparently based on the defunct XNA that was used to make Stardew Valley. Or I'll find something else. But not Unity. I just don't trust them.

[shibara]

Fandom Trumps Hate returns!!!

I'm back on @fandomtrumpshate!

What's FTH? A multi-fandom event where fans auction their writing, art, podfic, video editing, and other kinds of fanlabor for charity! It's huge and lovely, and you can learn more about it here: https://fandomtrumpshate.tumblr.com/aboutus

This time around I'm offering two different auctions #1 - Get fanart of a fic of your choice! Pick two favourite scenes from one or two stories you love (can be written by you, or someone else). I will choose one and make art of it (fandoms include Malevolent, The Magnus Archive and HPLovecraft mythos) - https://fth2025offerings.dreamwidth.org/232644.html #2 - Head-shot portrait of a ship! That is to say, art of two characters down to mid chest max, interacting in any way you want, positive or negative. Any fandoms allowed (although no text descriptions only, I need at least some kind of visual reference, canon or not) - https://fth2025offerings.dreamwidth.org/385116.html

If you'd like to check out all that's out there for auction, you can browse the tags here, by fandom, fanlabor kind, user, etc: https://fth2025offerings.dreamwidth.org/tag/

Bidding opens Tuesday, February 25th, 8am ET and ends Saturday, March 1st, 8pm ET