#once in a while I log in and answer LOL

[danielofmayfair]

YOU'RE STILL GOING????????? GODBLESS YOUR SOUL. BRINGS A TEAR TO MY EYES.

That I am, dear friend! If Brennenburg has taught me anything, it's that I cannot give up. Not now, not ever.

[meowdei]

Xavier is not answering your texts. You’re not a very happy camper as you stare at the delivered status of your spam wall of messages:

i’m bored

let’s watch a movie. u can come over and we’ll cuddle :D

i’ll order takeouttttttt. i will generously use my card and not urs <3

ordered >:) got ur fav so don’t say i don’t do nice things for you

xav i’m bored :(

babyyyyyyyy are u there????

ok cool lol.

Lucky for you (and unlucky for him), you happen to live in the same apartment building. One elevator trip to his floor, a short march to his apartment, and a key that he’s conveniently given you a copy of is all you need to get to the bottom of this.

And you do. You get to the bottom of it pretty fast, and honestly, you don’t know why you’re surprised. You really should not be—not given his track record.

Of course, he’s asleep.

“Xav,” you groan, plopping yourself unceremoniously over his body on the couch, “wake up it’s not even seven pm, you loser. You cannot be sleeping right now.”

Xavier is most definitely awake—at least, he is now, and he’s awake enough to be very aware of your presence. You know that because his arm wraps itself lazily around you. But being the bastard that he is sometimes, he makes no move to acknowledge you outside of it. He lays there, quietly breathing away slowly, as though he’s still asleep under you while sprawled on his couch.

“Xavier!” You hiss, “wake up, I’m serious. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

You punctuate every hey with an obnoxious poke to his cheek, digging the appendage into the soft, warm skin while he stubbornly remains limp underneath you, still seemingly peaceful in his slumber. The only indication that he’s starting to lose this battle is the barely-there, amused ghost of a smile that twitches to the corner of his lips as you progressively get more frustrated.

“Fine,” you huff, moving to rise from his body, “I’ll just go watch my movie alone and eat your share of dinner, too, while I’m at it—oof!”

You’re pulled back down to meet a sturdy chest before you can even make it remotely far.

“You’re very loud,” he mumbles, yawning as he wraps his arms securely around you, tighter this time. “It’s disturbing to my nap.”

“You’re disturbing to my peace,” you shoot back, “I don’t know if I’m dating a man or a log.”

“Neither,” he grumbles, cracking open an eye and giving you a rather disproving look, “you’re dating me. Don’t think about men or logs.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s fond. Affectionate. A smile finally erupts across your own lips as you cup his cheek to soothe his bitterness (it works instantly, of course), and watch as he happily leans into your hand. His eyes droop shut once more as he sighs in content, as if he could sleep instantly at the command of your warm, familiar touch.

“Can we nap before we watch a movie?” He mumbles.

“Your naps are as long as the average person’s nightly rest,” you snort, “this movie is not happening.”

“It is,” he insists, “let’s just nap first.”

“But the food will be here in a bit—”

“You’re warm,” he whispers. He tugs you down, his face burying into your neck as your body molds perfectly against him. “Stay.”

And, well…you do. You melt against him, and you stay—because how could you not? You can’t say no, not when it’s him.

a) do not talk to me. I can’t believe I’ve converted to Xavier fucker. I can’t believe I sat down and typed words about him. Don’t look at me.

b) I just think it’s so infinitely unserious that he spends 15 of 24 hours in a day asleep according to his schedule 😭

[chdarling]

As we’re getting closer to a truly awful day for America, I just wanted to check in on you. Things are bleak and about to get so so much worse, I want you to know I’m here and many others are here too when you’re ready

This is very kind of you, thank you. Honestly, I have not been doing great. Watching my neighbors elect a racist, fascist, Nazi-loving rapist triggered a pretty bad depressive episode on top of what was already the worst period of professional and creative burnout of my life, so….I’m struggling. Still trying to claw my way out of the dark. I’m deeply appreciative of the kindness of this community and am sorry that I haven’t (and probably won’t for a little longer) been able to engage the way I once did. I will again one day, and I am so thankful to know all you wonderful people online. <3

On a note that is completely unrelated to this gentle ask, I’ve been getting a ton of messages lately asking for a date when TLE3 is coming out and I don’t feel up to answering them (sorry) so I’m just going to tack this on here since I buried my last post on the subject under a mountain of despair reblogs: TLE3 is going to take a while.

I’m still planning to continue with my writing projects (be they TLE or other things), but right now I’m focusing on securing my own oxygen mask, etc. When I finished posting TLE2, I said that I would be taking a break and also that I would not be posting TLE3 until I had written all of it (like I had for TLE1). Even if I had been writing diligently every single day since I posted the last chapter, I still wouldn’t be done, so please understand that it’s going to take a while. It certainly will not be coming in the next 6 months, very possibly not in 2025. I know some people won’t be happy to hear that, but just a fun statistic: OOTP has 257,045 words and took three years to write/publish after GOF. TLE2 has (and this makes me cringe a little) 407,079 words and took roughly 3 years to write as an unpaid side hobby on top of full time work, education, etc. I don’t say this to toot my own horn (frankly, it just makes me desperately want to retroactively edit the crap out of TLE2 lol), but rather to reiterate that writing a book-length work takes a lot of time, energy, and love. I don’t want it to take 3 years (and I don’t think it will, TLE3 will be a more reasonable length), but it’s certainly not going to be finished in a few months. That would be insanity and I am not that talented lmao.

I do know that the requests for updates come from a place of love and enthusiasm and excitement and I really, truly appreciate that. I also appreciate all of the kind words of the asks I haven’t been answering. Please know that I’ve read them, I love you, and I will be back eventually. I just have to focus on my health right now, and unfortunately these days being online is pretty bad for that, so I'm going to try to be logged off for a while.

And finally, on another completely unrelated but perhaps mildly tangential note: if anyone has any books recommendations or resources on processing climate grief, I, uh, could use them. 🫠

[moomimania]

Trope: your boyfriend serenades you with a guitar by the campfire 🔥

I kept being reminded of this idea when hearing this song and initially thought it would become a fic. It became both lol. I'm really happy with how this image turned out though.

Read the little ficlet below 🧡

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It had been so long since they had sat by a fire together. The flames were reaching high, illuminating their isolated space in the woods with a warm, orange glow. Despite the crackling and sputtering from the fire, the night was quiet.

“I’m glad you found me,” said Snufkin.

Moomin fidgeted with his tail, a nervous habit that didn’t go by his best friend unnoticed. “Me too,” said the troll, still not courageous enough to look Snufkin in the eyes. “I knew to look for the campfire.”

Snufkin smiled fondly. “Clever troll.”

“Snufkin,” Moomin started, voice small. “I’m sorry for the things I said.”

“Moomintroll-”

“I know I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business,” Moomin cut him off, the apology pouring out in a long string of words. “I was just curious and I felt left out, and I… I just…” he dropped his tail and slumped over. “I don’t want you to leave because of me.”

They became quiet, the apology hanging in the air between them, waiting in anxious anticipation to either be rejected or accepted. 

However, it was left unanswered. “Do you want to hear a song?” Snufkin asked, fingers tapping against the log he was sitting on, being the only indication of any nerves. Yet, his friend didn’t know of these subtle clues.

“What? Wait, you don’t have to-” Moomin finally looked up, his expression twisted into confused shock.

“No, but I want to.”

“Snufkin-”

“Moomintroll,” said Snufkin with a teasing smile, while pulling out the guitar.

That smile had always been rather infectious, so when Moomin felt the tug at the corners of his mouth, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Strumming over the strings once, Snufkin answered in that same lighthearted tone. “If that is to play you a song, then you are correct.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Moomin muttered in a low breath, mostly just to himself, wiping a paw over his face. “I just pressured you into it.” 

“Now, you know me well enough to know that is not the case. I only do what I want to,” Snufkin said earnestly, busying his hands making small adjustments to the tuning pegs. Despite looking confident, his voice started to lose some of that same gusto. “And it just so happens that I want to play you this song now.” He strummed the strings again, as if ready to break into song immediately, but then he hesitated, one hand curling around neck, the other holding the body close. “There’s a reason I didn’t play for you…”

This had Moomin’s curiosity piqued, but he remained quiet, knowing silent patience often was the key to get Snufkin talking. 

Snufkin snorted, a private smile forming on his lips, eyes cast down. “It’s silly, really. I became very self-conscious.”

“Why?” The word slipped out unintentionally, but Moomin had never been great at holding his tongue.

“Because…” His fingers danced over the strings again, grip loosening on the guitar. “I want it to be just right.”

Moomin didn’t think this made much sense. “You are being too harsh on yourself. Your music is great! I don’t think I’ve heard you play anything I didn’t like.”

The smile on Snufkin’s lips became a little fonder. “Perhaps.” He kept plucking at the strings, the soft sounds sounding lovely, despite not being a melody yet. “But this song I’ve been working on…” A vague blush spread on his cheeks, eyes very deliberately cast down still. “I made it for you.”

This left the young troll quite speechless and a similar tint coloured his cheeks. Snufkin had made many songs, often about his travels or nature or simply just a feeling. Never had he made a song specifically for Moomin. “You made a song for me?” Moomin breathed, eyes wide.

“Yes,” admitted Snufkin, cheeks turning redder. “It could still use some work, but… do you want to hear it?”

Moomin grinned widely, hardly believing what he was hearing. “Yes! Of course, I would love to hear,” he said excitedly. He felt so elated, he could practically burst! However, now was not the time, this was a tender moment, so Moomin regained some of his composure and gazed fondly at Snufkin, eyes shimmering. “Thank you.”

Finally, Snufkin looked up to meet his eyes, looking equally excited, nervous and fond. 

And so, Snufkin played a song for his very best friend. 

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

[melodic-haze]

I just want to bend Navia over and fuck her with my strap ^_^ her thighs are so tempting I can’t do this I need this woman right now

(also, can I be 🐿️ anon?)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Navia x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Strap-on use

☆ — NOTES: I shit you not I remember only logging in to get Navia and then stopped playing again when I got her. ALSO YES YOU CAN BE 🐿 ANON MY FIRST ONE HIIIII 🥰🥰🥰🥰 SORRY I'M GOING FOR SHORTER SHIT RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I NEED HER RIGHT THIS SECOND TOO OUGHHH I'm gonna indulge with you anon good god

The. The gap where. Her thighs are visible ughghhghg save me SAVE MEEEEE

You sit down together and you squeeze that part of Navia's thighs and she sits up in alert brfore fully debating on whether to keepy your hand there or to swat it away. It usually stays though 🤷‍♀️

Using her like some kinda fleshlight would be so fun lol

Bend her over and fuck her reaaaaally nice and hard 🫶🫶 have her absolutely SOBBING telling you to slow down but you don't bc really lol why would you??? Especially not when she grinds herself on your strap whenever you stop

DUDE fold her in half so that she can't move, or like hold her thighs down as you absolutely RAIL her to oblivion oh my god

Can I just say the ripple effect would go crazy though. LOL yes ugghhgh watch her thighs and her ass move and jiggle every time you bottom out inside of her

You felt her quaking from underneath you as Navia came for.. maybe the third or the fourth time so far. Her loud moans echoed through the room like a pleasant chime as your hips moved to carry her through her high, your eyes still utterly transfixed at the way her thighs ripple whenever your hips slam into yours.

When you think your lover's orgasm had mostly receded, you give her thigh a soft smack before squeezing it, the former action earning what sounded to be a cross between a yelp and another moan from her. She doesn't seem mad at the sudden impact though—in fact, she seems delighted in the way that she gives you a tired grin as she combs her blonde hair out of the way of her sapphire blue eyes.

Instead of continuing again, you decided to take a little break for a short while, though you don't really make the move to pull out. Instead, you keep the strap inside of her as you reach for the cup of water prepared on the nightstand with your other hand.

You lightly tapped your lover's beautiful thighs to gain her attention, "Can you drink on your own or do you want me to pass it to you?"

"Mmm... Think I can drink it on my own for now, thank you." She slowly sat up and took the glass, carefully making sure that you don't slip out from the movement, "I don't know how stable my motor skills will be when you continue with doing that, though."

"Oh? Not if, when?" You raised an eyebrow jokingly as she basically gulped down her drink, "You expected more from me? What if I wanted to stop here?"

She puts the glass back down once she's finished before leaning on her palms behind her, "Then we'll stop. But I really doubt you want to, considering this--" she nods her head down at the toy, "--is still inside of me."

"That your detective skills at work right now?"

"No, just that I know you intimately enough to know you haven't had enough of me."

"I mean, you're right." You buck your hips to make a point and she lets out a gasp, biting her lip as she drops to lean on her elbows instead, "I definitely could never have enough of you."

She gives you an impish smirk, "Then take all of me, ma douce."

Really, the most polite answer would be to do so.

I reckon she's a chronic biter yk. Like hold her close to you as you piston her and she'll bite whatever part of you she can

Don't just bend her over too guys make her ride you 🫶🫶🫶☺️☺️ she happily will!!!! Wielding a huge axe like that has GOT to do shit for your legs too not just your arms so she has the STAMINA go bounce on your cock like her life depends on it, giving you the fill view of you cunt practically consuming you whole like a woman starved. Oh my god I'm having such a fixation with them now that you've said it sorry LOL UM anyway yeah grab onto her thighs, dictate her pace or else she'll do what she wants and chase her release before you actually want her to :((((

Bonus points I think she'd be a size queen too :3 the bigger the better❗️❗️❗️ She swears she can handle it when she first asks you to use one that's Big but then you're in bed with her rn and she sobs out like "it's too much" or "I feel so full" but like just tell her to take it cuz realistically she put this on herself 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

When you're all done, have her clean you off ☺️☺️☺️☺️ she'll take it aaaaaallllllll the way down to the base without any complaints. Even if it's too big, she'll try her very best❗️❗️❗️ And after that, perhaps you could have her service you in return when you take the strap off :3333 it's only fair, and she wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied after all you've done for her 🤷‍♀️

[jymwahuwu]

I have an idea. A self-aware au. What if Jing yuan/Blade is aware of darling's affection for him since they would log in the game and just see him and just admire them that is until Genshin drops 4.1 trailer and saw Arlecchino and Neuvillette and now they're envious of these two taking away their darling's attention.

It's just an interesting idea tho. But in actuality I'd think neuvillette and him would be friends or somewhat

Hello, this anon has similar thoughts!! Put them together to answer >_< I think they will be really jealous of the genshin impact characters who are stealing your attention lol. Jing Yuan's jealousy is more harmless (seemingly), while Blade's is more aggressive (?)

This is my first time writing a self-aware AU, hope you like it!!

CW: yandere, self-aware au

Jing Yuan and Blade have their own lives.

When you're not with them, when you're not in front of the screen or looking at them with a smile or wonder. They are handling the work/tasks of the Seat of Divine Foresight/Stellaron Hunters. Blade, Silver Wolf and Kafka were practicing the new "destiny" script and took away another Stellaron. Jing Yuan is managing Luofu and attending meetings. How strange. Once you click on the space screen to enter the game, they can see your face. You organize your team and do daily tasks with them.

At first, they thought it was some kind of prank or a conspiracy, but over time they got used to it. In Elio's words, "The world is like a video game. No one can prove whether the world is real or false. Feeling the current destiny is the most important thing."

For Jing Yuan, he just got familiar with your personality. He confirmed that your presence would not put Luofu in danger, and that you acted like a cute kitten playing with a ball of yarn. You can control Luofu's General and Stellaron Hunter, and all you do is wander around Xianzhou and buy snacks to feed them, break every poor object on the way, fight to get some rewards, take the books on the table, etc.

You didn't forget to "build" them either. They watch you search for "Jing Yuan", "Blade", "build", "guide" and other keywords on the Internet, and take them to fight again and again to get materials to upgrade. Although they have actually participated in some wars and have terrible strength, what you see here is "lv 1-80".

You really like them, otherwise you wouldn’t pull, right? You even take photos of them while wandering around the map. Jing Yuan snickered when you took Blade to take a selfie in front of his wanted poster. The general is not shy about giving you a smile either. They know your admiration because you always take more than one photo.

Until… recently, they noticed that you weren't online as often. At one point, you log in again, and then, as if you thought of something important, you search "genshin impact" on Youtube (they know the name of the site) and start watching trailers and special programs.

What's this?

You stared intently at those…those people. White curly bangs, long hair like a waterfall, and his gorgeous and decent attire. The other man has short black hair. He punches enemies in live. A woman with short gray and white hair smiles confidently.

Jing Yuan opened his eyes wide, not expecting you to be so "frivolous" - did you plan to be unfaithful to him? You found Jing Yuan pouting at you in the game, but you thought you were hallucinating, so you gave him immortal's delight and puffergoat milk to comfort him. Blade clicked his tongue, crossed his arms in boredom, and stopped observing what you were doing on the other side of the screen. Silver Wolf and Kafka teased him about whether he was separated from the little player? Jealous? You're surprised to notice that his damage has been doubled. While on a mission, Blade almost lost control and killed a person on the script. His eyes as red as candlelight flashed, and he almost swung down the sword in his hand.

They are all looking for opportunities to get close to you. That part of Xianzhou's large computer installation called "loom" is running, investigating and analyzing you.

[wildemaven]

he makes life better | joel miller

-> pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x reader

-> word count: 1335

-> content warning: 18+ blog; bad day, annoyed with work, dealing with flat tire, joel being sweet, lots of fluff

-> note: this is for my sweet friend @gnpwdrnwhiskey hoping this brings a smile to her face 💞 this isn’t beta’d either so it’s probably filled with mistakes lol.

masterlist

Joel ❤️: How’s your day going Honey?

I’m so ready for my shift to be over. I’d rather read the dictionary, front to back, than deal with the shit they have me doing today. 

RING

“That bad, huh?” Joel’s voice brings you an instant smile when you answer his call, silently stepping away from the mess that you were dealing with at work. 

“You have no idea. It already feels like it’s been the longest week, today has just added to the shit show life keeps throwin’ at me lately. Went to leave for work this morning and I had a flat tire. Ugh! I’m sorry for complaining.” You vent to him, tucking yourself in a secluded corner. You were going against policy by taking a personal call while on the clock, but you didn’t care about company policy or the outcome of you were to get caught at the moment— Joel was your only focus right now. 

“Hey, none of that. Don’t apologize for being stressed. Why didn’t ya call me ‘bout your tire?” Joel asked. 

You know he would’ve dropped everything the minute did call him, which is also why you didn’t. He had been stressing over starting at a new job site, one of the biggest ones he had been hired for. The last thing you wanted was to add to his already busy day of things he had to deal with. 

“You’d already left for work and had that new job you’ve been talkin’ about. Didn’t wanna bother you with it. I called AAA and had them put the spare on for me so I could drop it off at the tire shop. Now, I’m unexpectedly the owner of 4 new tires.” 

“I don’t care how busy I am— you need something, you call me, no matter what. Got that, Honey?” 

“Got it, Joel. Thank you.” You smile into the phone at his concern for you, always finding ways to make you fall even deeper in love with him. 

“Good. Hey, I gotta go. Tommy looks like he’s about ready to break his back. I should probably go help him before he actually does and my insurance takes a hit. I’ll see ya tonight then, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah. I should be outta here in 3 hours.” The end to your long shift, almost over. 

“That sounds great! I love you, Honey. I’ll see ya later.” You can faintly hear Tommy cursing in the background. 

“Love you too, Joel.” You tell him before the line goes dead. Giving yourself a few minutes of quiet before heading back to join your team and the never ending line of customers. 

The rest of your shift goes by fairly quickly. Joel’s phone call must have been just the moral boost you needed to sprinkle a little bit of extra positivity into your day.

The minute the clock hit 5 pm, you wasted no time clocking out and logging out of your computer for the day. Deliberately bypassing your usual exit path to avoid any chatty coworkers, Joel and home your main focus of the rest of your day, you weren’t going to waste any time stuck in drawn out conversations. 

Your purse thrown over your shoulder, work apron crumpled in one hand and the other holding your empty tumbler that once held the warm delicious coffee you had hoped would sustain you through the day, now wishing it was filled with something a little stronger to help you unwind when you got home. 

It’s a struggle trying to juggle your things as you search for your keys, lost somewhere in the depths of your purse along with the rest of your life's necessities. You pause in the middle of an empty parking space near where your jeep is parked to give the search your full attention. After some thorough digging, you locate your keys and let out an exasperated sigh, one step closer to being home. 

Taking a step forward as you press the unlock button on your key, you look up to see an unexpected sight. A familiar truck in the parking spot next to yours, and the most handsome man leaning on it. He looks like he came straight from the job sight, too. His peppered grey hair disheveled, but his soft curls were still intact even after a long day. The sleeves of your favorite green flannel are rolled up over his flexed forearms that are crossed against his chest, the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders. 

The sight of him is enough to melt away any of the bullshit you had endured over the past week, a completely welcomed surprise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, letting your feet carry you the rest of the way to him. 

“Heard you were havin’ a shitty day. Couldn’t let my lady end it on a bad note.” He croons, pushing himself off the side of his truck, opening his arms to you. 

You melt into him, your face nestled into his shoulder. His rugged scent of musky vanilla and natural pheromones is permanently infused into the fibers of his shirt, it’s your favorite thing ever. His strong arms wrap around you as he presses a soft kiss to your temple, prompting you to straighten up, looking into his amber eyes. 

“Hi, Cowboy.” You beam at him. 

“Hi.” He says, leaning in to gently mold his lips over yours. “I’ve got a surprise for ya, Honey.” 

“This was enough of a surprise for me. What more could I need?” Stealing another kiss from him. 

“If I tell ya, it won’t be a surprise then, will it?” He says, tilting his head slightly as he looks at you. 

“I guess you have a point.” 

“We’ve gotta get going though, it’s time sensitive.” He grabs for your things and walks you around to the passenger door, holding it open as you climb in. “We’ll grab your jeep in the mornin’, if that’s okay with you?” 

“Whatever you say, Cowboy.” He leans back in for another kiss, before making his way around into the driver’s seat. 

*

The drive isn’t long. Down some familiar roads that lead to a dirt one off the main highway. His truck travels down the gravel road lined with a barbed wire fence. After a few minutes he’s pulling off to the side and killing the engine. 

“You brought me to my favorite place.” Looking over to his side of the truck, where he’s already looking in your direction. Your heart grows at how he thought to bring you here, knowing how much joy it brings you every time. 

“Thought you could use it. Look, here they come.” He says pointing to your window. 

Off in the distance, the small herd of cows were in pursuit of their evening meal and water break. Mamas with their little rambunctious calves trailing behind, trekking along the same path they travel each evening. 

It’s a calming sight. Their heads bobbling with each dramatic step. Tails whipping over their rear ends to swat away the annoying flies. A few stopping mid trek to look in your direction, letting out a long drawn out moo. Their friendly hello, it’s good to see you again, then back on the move. 

The sky is painted in pinks and purples as the sun dips below the horizon. Your day feeling less shitty as you sit silently in the cab of Joel’s truck. His hand resting on your thigh while his thumb draws soft circles over thick denim seam. 

“Thank you for this. Didn’t realize how much I needed it. I love you, Joel.” You tell him, rolling your head over the headrest in his direction. 

“I did it because I love you, Honey. And s’what I’m here for.” There’s a low rumble in the air as he turns the key over, shifting the truck into drive. “Now, how ‘bouts we head on home and I spend the rest of the evenin’ show you all the other ways I love you?”

“Take me home, Cowboy.” 

[ai-the-broccoli]

Would Kira take HRT?

(Note: This is written by my partner for me as a birthday present. She has never read or watched Death Note herself and thought this might be entirely OOC, but I think it is actually pretty good lol and I really like it, so I asked her to let me share this here.)

L: Light, have you considered starting estrogen? Light: ?! Light: (…From what perspective is he asking this? Well….) Light: (He knows that Kira is someone who wants to purge the world of vile criminals. Such a god might also want to perfect their own body, and of course, the perfect body for me is one of a woman.) Light: (…I'll think about the ramifications of what I just thought later.) Light: (The compiled stats about Kira's victims indicate that the majority of them are male. This is, of course, simply because the percentage of criminals who are men are higher than those who are female, and for no other reason.) Light: (But what if he saw Kira as someone who planned to kill off a majority of the male population so that they could singlehandedly repopulate the earth as a race of demigods? Such a person wouldn't take estrogen and potentially risk their fertility. But… it's not like I've ever really had a goal like that. His view of Kira would be all wrong if he saw them as a man like that.) Light: (…No, I'm going down the wrong line of thought here. What I actually should be asking is this: does L think Kira would look good in a blouse? If I come out, he's definitely going to encourage me to be comfortable and live as my true gende- I mean, the gender that I theoretically would be. He'd get Misa to take me out clothes shopping for sure. He'd see me in some cute outfit she picked out for me, and see the smile on my face and-) Light: (Wait, why is this even relevant? I haven't thought a single intelligent thought since the beginning of this conversation.) L: …It was a simple 'yes' or 'no' question. Light: (That's right. L probably thinks that Kira would spend a long time thinking of how to answer as to avert potential suspicion. If I was simply his friend Light Yagami, I wouldn't have such a reason to hesitate. I have to choose something quickly, or he's going to suspect me even more.) Light: (My answer is… no. Of course I've never considered anything like that. Never ever in my life. There's nothing that L can extrapolate from that. It's the correct answer.) Light: …Once or twice. L: Oh? Light: (…Fuck.)

[Biannual Japanese Detective Meetup {Online}]

L: [logs on] Good afternoon. Tsukuyo: Lawliet-san, do you come bearing good news? L: Yep. I finally got her to admit it. Tsukuyo: That's extremely excellent! Tsukuyo: Don't worry, I have a good contact who's been supplying my girlfriend for a while now. L: Do say hello to Yukika Nanase for me. Tsukuyo: I will make sure to! Tsukuyo: So, about the Kira investigation, then…? L: Well, the pieces have started to fall into place, but I can't say there's a smoking gun, or… smoking book, yet. Tsukuyo: …Monsieur Poiret could've gotten proof by now. L: Well, when he jumps off off of the page and into our reality, maybe he'll come and help out. Akechi: Are you two done? Tsukuyo: Akechi-san, is that really the way you want to talk to someone who's your friend's estrogen middlewoman as well? L: …I didn't know you were Kurusu's HRT hookup. Akechi: Hm? It's for Yoshiza- Akechi: … Akechi: Akira's trans?!

[icycoldninja]

Hello! I'm wondering if you could write the Sparda Boys + Lady (If you write for her, feel free to ignore if you don't) with a Dhampir S/O?

I don't do Lady but I do write for the boys. Enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Dhampir Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is amazed. He's the spawn of a demon and a human, and you're the child of a human and a vampire? So cool.

-Won't stop bombarding you with questions regarding your abilities like an overly curious child.

-Will challenge you to duels and races to see if your Dhampire strength and speed can outmatch his demonic stamina.

-Constantly testing your senses of smell and sight by doing stupid things like dropping a pin in the middle of the road at 2:00 AM to see if you could hear it, or by taping really tiny notes to trees outside to see if you can see them.

-Has absolutely no problem being your living blood bank, to be leeches off of whenever you need it.

-He'll extend his arm, leg, and even neck to you. It doesn't matter, Dante will let you drink from him anywhere, for as long as you need. He loves the feeling of being drained dry. Don't read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Quite impressed, as Dhampirs have a great deal of POWER.

-Wants to test your strength in every way possible, from arm wrestling to actual, physical wrestling in which you end up suplexing each other onto the floor.

-Sword duels are also common, during which your true strength is displayed. It's exhilarating, finding a good match, and as a result, duels become as commonplace as your daily workouts.

-Your heightened senses are a boon during devil hunting missions since you can sense them anywhere, no matter what they may be doing.

-Has absolutely no qualms about you feeding on him since he secretly enjoys it. The man will never admit it, but he can't get over the feeling of having your fangs sink into his flesh.

-Bonus points if you bite him on the neck. It makes him feel like you're in a cheesy Wattpad vampire-romance story where he's the lovestruck human and you're the baddie vampire.

□ Nero □

-Nero was honestly scared at first. He always thought of vampires as mythical creatures (ironic, given his dad and uncle are half demons) and never thought he'd end up dating the child of one. But here you are in all your spooky glory.

-Looks up Dhampir on Wikipedia (like I did lol) and asks you questions to see if their information is true. If it isn't, he logs in and changes the page.

-Takes you on devil hunting missions so you can help him beat up demons with your remarkable strength. After seeing you in action, Nero has to admit, you're almost stronger than him. Almost.

-Is very curious to see if you can turn into a bat.

-Is also astounded when he learns you feed on blood, but doesn't want to be your personal blood bank. It's not that he's afraid, no, it's just the thought of having another part of his body ripped away from him is stressing, to say the least.

-To compromise, he brings you animals and occasionally fat demons for you to feast upon. Enjoy!

● V ●

-V was pleasantly surprised to learn you were a Dhanpire. He'd read about them in stories once or twice, but he never even imagined getting to meet one in real life.

-Now that he has, he's curious, are the stories really true? What are vampires like? Do you have the ability to turn others into vampires? Did your father turn your mother into a vampire after you were born? Are vampires really goth? Would he pass for a real-life vampire?

-Depending on your answers, V may decide to write a discourse on vampires, Dhampires, and everything in between, though what he'll do with it is a mystery.

-Very much enjoys it when you put your super strength to use by toting him around the house all the time. You're his personal transport, and he loves it.

-To repay you, he'll offer up his blood for you to feast on, even if there isn't all that much left in him to begin with.

-Loves to cuddle you while you feed; being nestled in your embrace while his blood is drained from his body makes him feel so relaxed for some reason. He expected it to hurt, but it doesn't. It feels strangely good.

[drea-ms]

AUGUST 10. a.akane.

synopsis .... after not being able to cope with the death of you beloved, you find yourself at at 24hr store and meet someone who is grieving like you. While you grieve to dead, he grieves the alive.

warnings .... death, implications of suicide, signs of depression, rejection (on akas side), implication of being used as a coping mechanism, angst, hurt/comfort, readers last name is taira LOL, f!reader

word count .... 3.2k

THE MOON LOOKED BEAUTIFUL tonight, the night sky an almost navy-black, some stars shining brightly than others, and the smell of the ocean was a nice smell at night. The rooftop of your apartment was always a nice way to calm you down. You hated studying, you hated the night sky, the moon and the stars. You hated everything. Yet, it never stopped you from admiring it like you were it's devoted follower. You look down at your phone, it's three am, you were supposed be back in your room at 2:30 am, you got distracted once again.

You wonder if any stores were open, as you start heading to the door, you turn to look back at the moon, wondering when will be the last time you will ever see it.

~

By the time you got down from the roof top and to your room, it was already 3:06. You put on a hoodie you stole from your brother and a pair of pants. You headed out your room and towards the living room. Your home was always quiet at night despite the noise it makes during the day. Your older brother who was in his room playing games in his computer, is now in the kitchen, making himself some fruit. Your older sister who usually sleeps like a log, is now sitting in the living room watching some TV.

They both to turn to look at you, smile on their faces, you smile at them back. They're both glad that you're out your room, they always tell you that you don't have to study much, not to over work yourself, not to...

Not the point. You look at them with a confused look on your face, before you get to ask them why they're up, they answer you.

"Got hungry." He said, sticking out his tounge at you. Your older sister on the other hand points to the long bag which you can guess contained a katana she owned.

"Went out, I heard there was an influx of spirits out there, some of them contain negative energy." she shrugs, looking at you with a confused look on her face. Now it was her turn to ask you a question.

"Where are you going?" pointing at your outfit, you shurg before scratching your hair. A habit you suppose, one that helps you calms down.

"Store. I just finished studying and can't go back to sleep." you started to walk towards the door, stopping to put your shoes on. you look at the two as you put your shoes on.

"Text me what you want as I head there." like reading their own minds before they get to speak, the both smile at you, the window making their features look more soft, shining down at them. The moon gracing your siblings with her beauty.

(You wonder if this is how he saw you, he always loved the night, as you loved him.)

You head out the door and start walking to the elevator, you're to tired to be thinking about him again, so you think of other things as you're on the way to the store. You live by the beach, the smell is great (at least to you.) and the sea reflecting the moon makes it the view even beautiful. (you stop to take pictures. He would love it.)

It takes five minutes to get to the store, by the time you get there it's already 3:19 am. The store lights are on, that's a good sign. You push the door open, making make a ding as you do. You check your phone to see if your siblings texted you anything.

~

TWO (2) NOTIFICATIONS FROM

izu ^^ and saki <3

izu ^^ (1) : can u get me two reg redbulls and a bag of nerd cluster gummies 🥺🥺🥺🥺

saki <3 (1) : get me 3 monsters and some sandwiches pleek 👍

~

You give your phone a deadpan look, what is it with you and your family being addicted to energy drinks? Nonetheless, you head your way towards the the baskets, you get one and make your way to the back of the store where the drinks are in a fridge. You look back at your phone, a twitch in your eye appears, Misaki never said why flavor to get her, you're glad Izumi did though.

"Why would she ask for three Monsters and never tell me the flavor." you mumbled to yourself, a upset look on your face, "What's a good flavor to get her?" you asked yourself, looking at the variety of Monster drinks on display.

"The pink, purple and blue ones are always the ones for me." A voice next to you says, looking at you while are searching for a drink on the fridge next to you, you look at him with surprise, you scrambled out the words,

"Huh?" Great, just great [Name]. A pretty boy talks to you trying to help you and all you have to say to that is 'huh?' you facepalm in your head and start to cringe at everything.

"Sorry, I heard you didn't know what flavor to get as you mumbled to yourself." he nervously smiled at you, you look at him with a small smile, shy that that you look like you got hit by a bus and a pretty boy is talking to you.

"It's uh, fine. So, about those flavors you were talking about."

~

You check out all the stuff you were going to buy, waiting for a tall boy with brown hair and a pair of glasses. It's 3:45 now, you walk outside the store and wait for him. The stars are shining brighter than before, and the moon is now looking at down at you, your features now being shun by the fluorescent moonlight, you zone out the entire time you're waiting for the young boy. (At least you think he's young...)

"Did I make you wait a while, the cashier made a mistake on something." rubbing his arm that the bag he was holding with his free arm, he smiled at you.

"No, no. It's fine, I was looking at the moon—" you stop yourself before thinking about whether or not he would join you at the beach. I mean, to him your a random stranger, he is to you too. But, maybe what you need to cope is telling a random stranger anything.

"Do you maybe—you can say no if you're busy—want to go the beach with me? I noticed you were looking troubled and the sea at night helps me calm down and—" you stop yourself before talking his ears off, you look anywhere but him.

"I would love to, thank you for worrying about me...uh"

"Taira."

"Taira, thank you."

"It's fine..."

"Aoi."

"Aoi, what a nice name."

"I can say the same about Taira."

AKANE ISN'T SURE WHAT time it is. He knows the moon is high and the sky is dark, but he doesn't know the time. Ironic for someone who is a clock keeper. He looks out the window where Aoi's window is. Her curtains are shut, they have been shut more recently. He doesn't know if she did just because or because of him. Nonetheless, he still looks at the window with a furrowed eyebrows and eye bags under his eyes.

He checks his phone to check the time, it's 3:06 am. He decided that if he wasn't going to sleep after doing his loads of homework on a friday night, he was going to the store. He put on a hoodie and headed towards the door leading outside his home. Finding a pair of slippers that was discarded by the door. (whether it was his, his father's or his older brother was a mystery to him.)

He open the door to his home and exited out, by the time he was outside, it was 3:09. This time, he can clearly see the moon and the stars. They both looked beautiful but not as beautiful as...

Shit. He was doing that thing again, he told himself to not do it again, and here he was, comparing the beautiful of one thing to something that could never rival hers. He has to find a way to get over her. Curse first loves, curse the night sky that shines bright, the moon that shines it's white light in the ocean water, and the stars that never become shooting ones because dreams aren't able to come true.

Aoi Akane hates everything about the night.

With small tears in his eyes, he wipes them away and starts to head to the store near him, he knows it's always open, he's been there before and knows some of the workers there, so while on a peaceful walk to the store, he notices a figure. He forgot his glasses again, he's been forgetting them lately, it's pissing him off.

Sometimes, he wished that Kako and Mirai never saw him and staged that stupid stunt to get him to become like one of them. Looking towards the figure, he notices a young girl around his age. Across the street from him, she's taking pictures of the night sky, smiling to her self as looks through them. She looks sad, almost as if she sees something in the night that he can't.

Either way, he turns the other way, ignoring her and zoning out as he walks to the store. Reddish-brown hair flowing as the wind moves in a slow pace, the smell of the sea sickens him, how can he enjoy the smell of the ocean without it reminding him of her? Why does he associate everything that's beautiful with her? He stops for a bit and turns to look at the beach just across from him.

He sees the same girl again, this time, her hood is down. Her hair flowing with the wind, her phone up and taking a picture of the moon. She turns to look foward, a sad smile on her face, from far away, it looked like to him that she was beginning to cry.

For the first time since his first year, Akane has never saw something more beautiful than Aoi. The way the moonlight shines bright, her freatures enveloping with the light, the stars that once shined bright tonight, are being outshined by the beauty of the some random girl he saw taking pictures of the moon. Almost as if she was grieving, as if the connection between the moon and her grief were connected.

The girl continues to walk straight, only turning when she sees the store is open. For a minute, Akane just stands there, thinking about the girl. Wondering just who she is, and how ethereal she might be.

For the first time since his first year, Aoi Akane had begun to blush like crazy, his heart beating at an abnormal rate, one would think he was dying. But no. For the first time since his first year, Aoi Akane has begun to fall for someone at first sight, just like his elementary days.

~

It's 3:25 am when Akane gets to the store, he pushes the door open, a small ding can be heard from pushing it open, the cashier who was working tonight waved at him, a smile across her face. "Welcome back Akane." she says, a smile on her face. He smiles back at her, waving hello as he heads down to the drinks aisle. His head hurts and he still don't feel like sleeping, maybe an energy drink would suffice. Maybe not.

When he heads to the drink aisle, he already sees someone there, looking as if they're having a dilemma on which drink they should have, he laughs quietly before going to the fridge next to the person. One full of juices of every kind, he chooses one that would go well with his mood.

"Why would she ask for three Monsters and never tell me the flavor." they mumbled, the voice of a girl be heard. The only girl he saw enter the store was—

"The pink, purple and blue ones are always the ones for me." What.

Oh.

Oh.

Akane wasn't so sure that he was thinking throughly with what he had just said, he doesn't even drink monsters! His older brother does! Not him! He doesn't even like them! So why did his mind think it was best to just to blurt that out?!

He might just kill him—

"Huh?" she said, turning to look at him, and oh how he wishes that he had a camera to take a picture of her, her beauty blinding him. She reminded him of A—

The night sky. She reminded him of the night sky that was still outside waiting for him to go home. He stood there for a bit before answering her, nervously looking everywhere but at her.

"Sorry, I heard you didn't know what flavor to get as you mumbled to yourself." he says quickly, finding new ways to kill himself to get away from the embarrassment he was feeling right now. A smile her face said everything he needed to calm down. Granted it was an awkward one, but it helped him soothe him.

"It's uh, fine. So, about those flavors you were talking about."

Right.

THE TRIP TO THE beach was an easy one, granted they lived near it, and the store was near it so they don't mind it one bit. It was a quiet walk to the beach, not one that would be deemed as awkward like before, but one that was comfortable for both, where they didn't have to say anything just to make the other feel comfortable. The comfortable silence is broken when Akane begins to speak.

"Do....Do you like the beach?" he asked, walking while staring foward, they were near where the entrance of the dock is. As they head there, you look at him more closely.

He looked beautiful, his hair framing his face perfectly, the color of his hair going well with everything about him. His eyes and hair match. They shine bright as the moonlight reflects the light towards his eyes. Mesmerized by him, you stop walking and out of concern he stops a few steps ahead of you.

"Did-Did I bother you" concern in his face, he scratches his cheek with his free hand. Now you're at fault, you were to mesmerized by him and his looks, that you stop walking and he's concerned that he might have struck a nerve.

'You should stop doing that often [nickname]! You'll end up sending the wrong message!'

He was right.

Stepping out of your dazed state, you decided to be honest with the boy infront of you, not like how you were with him back then. You won't mess up again like before.

"You're face..."

"My face...?"

You step infront of him, now looking directly into his eyes, Akane notices that as much as the moonlight was shining down at him, it was mostly shining down at you. Your features being illuminated as the moon shares its beauty with you. You looked like an angel, one who has fallen after sinning and disobeying your god.

A fallen angel.

"You're very handsome if I say so myself....Your features are beautiful at night, are they as beautiful during the day?" You mumbled, now way nearer than before, your faces are almost touching. Akane turns a bright red, he isn't sure if it's out of embarrassment or being flustered, but before he can say anything, you back away. Laughing like he just told the most funniest thing in the world.

"Was that to much? I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable Aoi-san." Though you don't regret what you had said, you didn't want to make to make him uncomfortable.

"I-It's fine, Taira-san..." he's still blushing like crazy. Not even Aoi has called him handsome outright. The poor boy is so flustered, he doesn't notice the girl answering his question from the beginning.

"About your question, I would say I enjoy the beach. It helps me relax, especially at night. Where no one can interrupt you." You looked at him with a smile, walking past him to start walking towards the sand. He follows you.

"Do you? Like the beach I mean." you ask, stopping to take of your slippers, stepping on the sand that was once hit by the sun in the day time, now that it's night, the sand is cold.

Akane does the same thing as you, taking of his slippers as he continues to talk to you, "I wouldn't say so, the beach reminds me someone."

As the two of you walk closer towards where the sand and the water collide, you look at him with an unknown look on your face, "You too?"

Akane wasn't sure what you are on about, but from what he can infer, the beach probably remind you of someone as well. you sit down and pull out a red bull, the juneberry one he believes, "I guess" he sits down, knees propped up, his hand on his left knee, using it as stand for his face. He inspects you a while longer.

Akane notices some things about you, how your eyes are a nice shade, your hair that's messy, looks soft. How under your eyes, you have heavy eyebags.

The rest of the night is spent with knowing about the other, you tell Akane things about you, he tells you things about him. The night is spent with new memories and new things about each other. Before you realize it, it's around 4:36 am. Your brother is calling you to come home before your parents wake up.

"Ah. It seems like it's time to go, Sorry for bothering you, Aoi-san" You get up from where you were sitting, bowing at him to apologize, he waved his hands in a rejecting way, shaking his head 'no'.

"Don't apologize! It's fine Taira-san! You don't have to worry, you made me have fun tonight." He smiles at you, you believe it to be a beautiful one. "I..had fun with you too." you tell him, turning to look the other way, as you start walking behind him, you turn to look at him one last time for the night.

"Bye, Aoi." you wave at him goodbye as you start walking your way home. Akane on the other hand, stays a bit longer, watching as the waves come and go, hitting the sand where he sits. turning around as he sees you gone, he finally puts his head on his knees, turning a bright red as he does so.

"I'm an idiot, aren't I?" He whined, he gets up from his place, and starts to head home with some juice boxes and an open heart once again.

vals yapping session — 👋 hi, no im not back on here, i just started making a fic in wattpad so pls read wiege! it's a tbhk x reader 🙂‍↕️ that's the only thing keeping me alive n motivated LOL

[tavs-tressym]

Delicious Denial - Chapter Three

(AO3 Link) | Master List | Ko-Fi

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You).

Word Count: 3700 (approx)

Tags: Fluff, eventual smut, domestic fluff, camp life, slow burn romance, sexual tension (A LOT).

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A reimagining of the game's events if Tav had zero magical or fighting ability. But she's still pretty fucked up. 👍

(Lots of comforting camp life content.)

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A/N: Sorry for the wait, my lovelies. I was paralysed by the responsibility. Lol. <3

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Chapter Three - Allies

Finally, a bowl of stew is placed in your hands. The log in front of the fire is less than comfortable, but you don’t focus on it, there’s warmth, there’s murmurs of light conversation and there’s food. You take out the spoon and begin drinking straight from the bowl, drops leaking from the corners of your mouth as you gulp. There’s a muffled sound threatening to pull you away from the experience, but you choose to ignore it until the stew is gone. Removing the rim of the bowl from your lips, you catch your breath and find Gale beaming at you from the left corner of your eye. “Well, I haven’t received many compliments for my cooking over the years, but you two might have just made up for that.” He chuckles before returning to his own bowl. You look to your right to find Karlach wiping her mouth with her arm and holding an empty bowl with the other. You can’t help but laugh a little when you realise how synchronised you must have been.

Upon hearing your laughter, she looks at you, smiles and taps her, now satisfied, stomach. “Gods, finally, a hot meal! Why don’t you cook like this every night, Gale?”

“Living off of scavenged scraps is rarely bountiful, so I, for one, shall be savouring every drop.” Shadowheart chimed in, delicately sipping from her spoon. She is interrupted by Lae’zel loudly tearing some bread next to her, once halved, she looks at the beast she has conquered, proudly, before offering one half to Wyll. Shadowheart rolls her eyes and attempts to enjoy her meal again.

Adjacent to Gale, Astarion sits, leaning back, enjoying a cup of wine, swirling it in his hand. He seems… Bored. There is no bowl in his lap. He must have finished it before you saw him, you tell yourself… but there is no empty bowl to be found. You observe him, curiously. If things are as difficult as the others say, surely he’d be just as desperate to have his own portion. The others barely seem to notice or care. Odd. He feels your eyes on him, then catches them with his own. You resist the urge to look away. He adjusts and smiles in his typical, cocky way before raising the cup and greeting you with a graceful nod. You nod back, withholding a smile.

“So, Tav, would you care to tell us a little more about yourself?” Wyll asks between slurps of stew. You are stunned for a moment. How does one go about answering such a question?

“There’s not much to tell. I’d only bore you.” You say firmly, almost as a warning to prevent any further questions. Astarion raises an eyebrow and smirks at your answer. Shit. He’s going to pry.

“Oh, don’t leave us in suspense, darling. Go on, we’re all dying to know.” He’s trying to sound sarcastic, but you can tell he’s genuinely intrigued by you. He sips his wine, all the while staring directly into your golden eyes.

“If you’re looking for stories of glory or valour, I have none. I’m no adventurer. I’m not like any of you.” You find comfort in telling the truth, maybe this will be enough.

“Really?” He drags out the word, taking the time to inspect you, searching for more.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t think of myself as the adventuring type either, before all this. I’m not sure if any of us did.” Gale interjects, attempting to offer some empathy in the midst of Astarion’s grilling. You essentially scoff at his words, you’ve seen them in battle, how they fit right in, the idea that this wasn’t their first choice of career is almost laughable.

“Hm, I’m sure…” You pause, debating on whether or not to be honest about your abilities. Annoyingly, the conclusion seems to be that here, honesty is essential to your survival. They need to know that if you found yourself in the middle of a fight, you would be dead in seconds. “Look… I’ve… I’ve never touched a weapon, nor have I ever even tried to channel the weave, for that matter.” There is silence…

“Chk… We should have killed her when we had the chance, she’ll only slow us down. Useless k’chakhi.” Fury. That’s all you feel as you and Lae’zel glare at each other. You try to push down your anger enough to get words out.

“What the fuck did you just call me?!” You begin to stand to assert whatever dominance you can over her and beat the clear imbalance in both of your skills. For a moment, you swear you can hear Astarion quietly giggling in anticipation.

“Woah! Now, now, there’s no need for that. Let’s all calm down and think about this for a second.” Wyll saves the day by bringing both of your emotions down, a boil to a simmer.

“Tav… You really mean to say that you’ve… Never been in a fight?” Karlach asks. You sigh, shrug and sit back down. You’ve felt and witnessed immense pain, suffering and recently even inflicted some yourself. But a fight? A fair fight?

“No.” There is more silence… It lasts for some time…

“Can you cook?” Gale breaks the tension, gesturing to his, now empty, bowl. You raise an eyebrow in his direction, unsure of where he’s going with this. You nod, slowly. “Clean?” You nod again. “Mend things? Clothes and such?” You nod. “Well then. It seems to me like we have our very own campsitter.” A campsitter… It’s certainly less glamorous than what they’ll be doing every day… but it’s safe. And that’s all you want, you don’t care how. You push a smile onto your face and nod a final time, looking around expectantly at the other faces around you, who mostly seem to agree with Gale’s assessment. You breathe a sigh of relief.

Empty bowls are stacked and one by one, your companions excuse themselves and make their way to their tents for the night. Tents… Shit, you don’t have a tent. “Shit, I don’t have a tent…” You exclaim to yourself. Suddenly, you become aware of the night air that grips the large areas of exposed skin displayed by your pelt dress. It’s cold. You find Gale who seems to be in the middle of stretching and getting ready for bed. “Do you have any spare fabric around here? I need to make myself a tent for the night.”

Gale sucks air between his teeth. “Regrettably, no, we tend to travel light. We weren’t really prepared for a last minute addition to the group…” You sigh and run your hand through your long, dark hair as you think, his voice breaks your thought. “I suppose, just for tonight, you could share with one of us?” Your eyes widen and suddenly, your feelings of safety dissipate.

You had briefly considered your living situation before agreeing to stay with these people, but, somehow, the prospect of willingly being unconscious in their presence hadn’t crossed your mind until now. It sparks a swirl of anxiety in your chest. “Oh… I… I don’t think I’m okay with that.”

“Of course. Perfectly understandable.” Gale nods affirmatively before taking his chin between his fingers, thinking. You look around and begin to turn away. “Wait here a moment.” He ducks into his tent, you hear the rustling and rattling of various knick-knacks and trinkets. He emerges and presents you with a robe and a blanket. “Here we are. Consider these as a gift and an apology for our poor hospitality.” His unexpected kindness throws you off for a moment, causing you to stumble over your words. You were fully prepared to leave and solve your problem alone by roughing it by the fire.

“Oh- I- th-thank you…” You hold your arms out and he places them in your hands.

“I just hope that these and the fire are enough for tonight. Tomorrow, we will find you more adequate lodgings, I assure you.” Before turning away, he looks directly into your eyes with a tender expression. You match him, or at least attempt to, feelings of tenderness haven't always translated themselves accurately on your face. But that doesn’t stop you from making the effort.

It’s quiet for the first time since you arrived here, and for the first time in a long while, you are alone. You walk towards the campfire, surrounded by closed tents. A distant owl hooting softly, crickets chirping peacefully, the wind singing sweetly. You close your eyes and breathe the cool air, absorbing the tranquillity. You take the robe and walk past the outskirts of camp. A lake waits for you, not too far away, but far enough to remove your pelts without the fear of prying eyes.

And so you begin, laying the robe on a nearby rock, your, now free, hands graze over the thick fur that covers you. It’s barely held together as it is, so you feel no regret when tearing each pelt away from your body. As it turns out, goblins don’t make skilled tailors. You lay them in a neat pile as you reveal more and more of your skin to the cold air, the ends of your hair tickling the small of your back. You trace your fingers over your plump surfaces, searching for undiscovered cuts and bruises. You bend, rounded flesh folding like silk beneath you as you inspect your legs. Every now and then, your finger dips as it reaches the wavy, plum coloured marks that adorn your body. Taking note of the new additions to your injuries list, you check your undergarments for any holes that need mending. Somehow, they seem to be in relatively good shape, although every part of you and your clothing is in desperate need of cleansing. You look out to the lake, longingly, but decide not to risk it. It must be freezing, and who knows what’s in there.

Another time, perhaps…

Reaching for the robe, you take in it’s appearance for the first time. It’s a beautiful viridian green, the hem embellished with gold coloured thread. The outside is like velvet to the touch, the inside is textured and warm, you can’t wait to feel it shielding your body. You carefully pull it on and secure it around your waist. There’s no restriction or tightness, just comfort, clinging to your curves. It’s more modest than before which is nice, however, although you found the previous garment distasteful, you begin to miss the sight of your own skin, so you allow the neckline to fall a little further down and ensure the skirt’s slit can be traced all the way up to your right hip. For an item of clothing that wasn’t made for you, it fits remarkably well and the way you’ve chosen to wear it flatters your shape wonderfully. As you tie the final knot around your waist, you feel something. You feel eyes.

“Well, what do we have here?” A familiar voice is heard, coming from behind you. You don’t need to look to know who it is. You scoff as you finish up and turn to him. Astarion is resting on a tree by his shoulder, very obviously scanning your new look with his intense gaze.

“Great, you’re a pervert too?” You rest one hand on your hip and angrily wait for his explanation.

“You think so little of me, darling, I’m hurt!” He feigns being wounded. A smile threatens to creep onto your face at his performance. He’s funny. But no, you pull it back almost immediately. “I swear, I just got here, I didn’t see a thing.” He crosses his heart with one hand and an earnest grin. He takes a few steps closer, you step back, wanting to maintain some distance. “Come on, let me see.” He makes a gesture, urging you to twirl and show off. You can’t help but laugh.

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow and lean back, further into your hip.

“Oh come now, can’t I appreciate a beautiful thing when I see it?” He looks you up and down, even more obviously this time. You scoff once again but stop before you say anything else, instead you choose to grin, take some of your skirt in one hand and twirl, ending with a grand, performative bow.

“Happy?”

“Mmm, I must say, it looks much better on you than Gale.” You laugh loudly for a moment. His grin falters to a warm smile for a split second.

“So, are you going to explain why I found you staring at me in the middle of nowhere now?” He stops smiling completely and looks to the floor, like he’s searching for something. 

“Hmm…” He finds your eyes again. “We all have our little secrets, don’t we, darling?” You sigh disappointedly.

“Well, that’s just annoying.”

“Isn’t it?” He steps closer again, this time, you stay put. “Goodnight, Tav.” He turns away and walks further into the forest.

“Goodnight, Astarion.” He halts and turns his head just enough for you to see his smile before disappearing completely into the trees.

You gather your things and make your way back to the dimming fire. You add fuel and breathe life back into it. You look around, each tent occupied, but Astarion’s. The temptation to snoop is very much there, but surely he’d know. You aren’t exactly the stealthy type. The warmth embraces you as you huddle under your new blanket. Eyes close.

You dream in fragments, but instead of pictures, they’re feelings. Fractured pieces of happiness, comfort, hope. And then… There’s the rest… __________________________________________

That familiar feeling of waking up, wanting more. The smell of burnt wood fills your nose, light burns your eyes, you adjust, back cracking, neck aching.

Gods, I hope they find something better for me to sleep on today.

Everyone is still asleep, Astarion’s tent now sealed.

What was he doing last night?

You rub your eyes and get up. There’s no better time to get started on breakfast. You head to the makeshift food station to assess the situation. It could be worse, there’s eggs, milk and some greens. Seven mouths to feed is a bit daunting, you’ve only cooked for 2 people at most. Although over the years, you developed a bit of a talent for it, it’s still certainly nerve wracking. You beat the eggs with the milk, chop the greens, stoke the fire and fry omelette after omelette until the main plate is stacked high. Your ingredients have been stretched as far as they can go and remarkably, it looks like you’ll be able to feed everyone. Slowly, companions begin to emerge from their tents, following the delicious smell of breakfast.

You stand, washing the utensils and dishes you used, hair tied up with stragglers escaping and Gale’s apron tied firmly around your waist. “Gods, what is that smell?!” Karlach’s voice sounds surprisingly nearby, she’s panting. Did… Did she run? You quickly turn your body to meet her. “Oh! Er- Breakfast?”

“Oh fuck yes! Ooo if I could, I’d squeeze you so hard right now!” You giggle, happy to see her so excited and happy to have missed out on the excruciating hugs that she no doubt gives. You hand her a plate with a fresh omelette on top. “Aw, thanks Tav!” She takes it away and shows it off to the rest of the group who begin to form a line. One by one you hand them a plate, each showing gratitude in response. Well, aside from Lae’zel who says nothing. Oh, and Astarion who… Didn’t even join the line. He sits by the fire with the rest, empty handed.

Does he just… not eat?

You fix him and yourself a plate and bring it over. “Here.” You hold it in front of him so he can smell it. He looks at it, then you.

“Thank you darling, but I’m not hungry.” He begins to push it away.

“You didn’t eat last night either, you must be starving. Come on, I promise my cooking isn’t terrible.”

He chuckles. “I don’t doubt that, my dear, but as I said, I’m not hungry.” You look around to see the others’ reaction, they are mostly trying to ignore the conversation, but occasionally you get some glances. They’re hard to read.

“Are you sure?” You ask, vexed. He nods. “Alright… Suit yourself. Does anyone want seconds?” Immediately several hands shoot up, you chuckle and take it away, cutting it up into even slices to hand out.

Finally, you sit with them to enjoy your share. You slip the apron off and set it to one side. Knife and fork in hand, you begin eating, once you look up, you notice that Gale, who is sat next to you, is stealing glances at you in his robe. “What’s the matter? Did I get something on it?” You start searching the fabric for possible stains.

“No, no. It looks great-er-good-fine. Yes, fine.” His stuttered response makes you smile, he’s blushing. You continue eating, every now and then, checking to see if his cheeks are still bright red, they consistently are. The others occasionally check you out too, though less frequently and a lot more casually. Even Lae’zel seems somewhat interested in your new outfit. Astarion, however, is more focused on Gale, watching him intensely out of the corner of his eye. “So, er… You wanted some camp supplies, is there anything else we can get for you?” Gale asks, avoiding looking at you.

“Hmm… Yes actually, maybe a change of clothes?”

“Done.” He smiles.

“I was wondering, the nearby lake, is it safe? To bathe in, I mean.”

Gale clears his throat at the thought of you bathing before speaking. “Y-yes. We made sure of that, don’t you worry.”

“Oh, good.” His eyes are wide, still avoiding looking at you. You chuckle to yourself at his reaction. You spot Astarion, no longer is Gale in the corner of his eye, he is now in full, direct view. It’s difficult to read his expression.

You finish up and take everyone’s plates back to the station. Everyone gets ready for their day, slipping on armour and equipping weapons. Karlach in particular looks rather dashing in her armour. The heroic look suits her and you aren’t the only one who seems to notice. Shadowheart watches her adjust the equipment from afar. You smile as you watch the silent, one-sided interaction between the two. Shadowheart notices you and looks away, sheepishly. You turn away to give her some privacy and continue washing the dishes. Karlach yells a goodbye in your direction, you turn and wave a wet hand in the air as you watch the odd gathering of companions leave the camp.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning and preparing ingredients for the evening meal. At about midday, Wyll arrives, alone. “Hey, Tav- Woah… The camp looks great… And is that dinner being prepared already? I think you might be the best addition to our group yet!” He laughs, appreciating your work.

You shrug, nonchalantly. “Just doing my bit. Why are you back so early?”

“Oh, yes, well, usually someone comes back to drop off heavy loads of things we find along the way, and today I pulled the short straw.” He smiles, rubbing the back of his head. “Oh, by the way, we stopped off at the grove. It turns out the tieflings are just about finished preparing to leave. They want to come to our camp tonight to celebrate.”

“They’re leaving? But didn’t you just secure the grove?”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t their home to begin with, they were just looking for a safe passage to leave.”

“I see.” The memory of the few tieflings that stood up to Minthara and her army cross your mind. You admire them and their courage, then you feel a pang of guilt, for you were the one who put them in danger. Then you realise that if you saw them, they saw you…

On the wrong side…

“Anyway, here’s today’s load, would you mind sorting through it? I think the things you requested are in here too.” He drops a large, heavy backpack at your feet.

“Of course, I’ll see you later.” He smiles and bows elegantly, you giggle and curtsy back (not so elegantly) before he leaves.

You go through the contents of the backpack finding various potions, magical items and armour pieces. You pull out a large fabric, dark green with flecks of gold, very similar colours to the robe you’re wearing. As you stretch it out you see a large splodge of blood, you grimace and roll it back up, you don’t want to know how it got there. You add it to the laundry basket. Lastly, you take out a burnt orange shirt, a brown corset and a pair of dark brown leather pants. You take the corset and hold it close.

Finally! Some support!

As comfortable as it can be wearing nothing on your chest, it can really make your back ache. This should definitely help. Thank the gods that there are other women in this party who would know to look for these things.

You organise and pack away the items, then begin doing laundry in the lake. A shadow of the blood stain is still on the fabric but it will have to do. You hang it all up to dry and gather more materials to set up your very own tent. Now, to pick a spot… It seems that the only option that’s big and safe enough is between Karlach and Astarion’s tents. You begin to place the materials down and plan it out, exactly how you want it.

Propping up sticks and hammering them into the ground, laying down the pelts from earlier to act as a rug, hanging little, handmade decorations at the entrance and finally, once dry, draping the fabric over it all and securing it. It looks cosy enough, you sit inside for a moment, enjoying your new shelter when you hear commotion in the distance. You hear a few voices that you recognise, and many you don’t. It seems the party has begun.

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[our-queer-experience]

This is long but I really really need to get it out and don’t know where else to put it out there.

It has a positive middle and end, but trigger warnings for queerphobia/queerphobic slurs in the beginning.

I’d never played Among Us before. I’d seen videos of people playing it; I’d seen my siblings playing it; I’d never played it myself.

One part of me thought it looked fun, and the other thought about how I didn’t know how to play, I didn’t want to play with strangers, etc.

However, one day - yesterday, as I’m writing this - my siblings were going to play together.

Immediately, I downloaded the game, made an account, named my character, dressed my character up. And then I waited with my sister for our two brothers to finish a game with some other people online. As we waited, my sister spent time trying to host a server for us.

I couldn’t join at first. Or at second.

I joined the map at last, but got a text and answered it; when I got back I’d been logged out.

So we had to try again. And again. And again.

We couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

So I tried hosting a map instead; but once again we couldn’t join. It was like the game was against us playing together; like it refused to let me finally play it with people that I trusted; like it— oh never mind, my sister was set to a European server.

After finally figuring that out, we finally joined the same game; and our brothers soon after us.

Four players; one imposter; all excited to play together.

The match ended quickly of course - with my sister as the imposter. After the match, I’d won just enough of the beans’ currency to buy a banner; and of course I went with the trans one.

I was so excited!

Since matches with only four people went by quick, we decided to make our server public and waited around for people to join.

Took a moment, but then someone joined us!

And then left.

But that’s okay because someone else joined us!

Then left too.

Once we finally had enough people - around 12 or so - the game started.

My brother and I both got imposter. Instantly, adrenaline kicked in and I was nervous. What if I got caught? How do I even play? Questions pestered my mind like termites do wood; and then, a dead body was reported.

My brother was the suspect, and by right considering he was an imposter.

“I saw him near the body!” Someone said.

“He was near the body.”

“Vote him out.

“Who?”

“The gay one get him out.”

“Vote the fag out!”

My siblings and I, all living in the same house, screamed in outrage for the homophobia - shouting at each other to report and kick that person from the map.

The meeting ended before they could get kicked.

By now the adrenaline had turned into fear and outrage at my little brother being called a homophobic slur. I was shaking as I vented and looked for someone to kill.

I managed to get one person, and it was a long while before someone finally reported their body.

The meeting was called.

“I saw gray vent.”

I was gray.

“Vote out all the fags.”

So badly I wanted to fight back. “You queerphobic piece of shit, get the fuck out of here!!” - I had a whole argument typed out.

But I do not hold enough courage in these types of situations.

I deleted the text.

I got voted out.

The crewmates won.

After the match, my brother - the host - kicked the homophobe out.

“Why’d you kick him?” Pink asked.

“No homophobia in my chat,” my brother replied.

“Dude they were my boyfriend.”

Your boyfriend was a piece of shit.

“Yall a bunch of faggers!” Pink has left the game.

My brother kicked out another homophobe after that, and everyone left from there. I get it; drama - it’s annoying. But it was my first time playing this game, happy and excited, and I’d run into queerphobic assholes.

By now, I was already done with the game. My siblings weren’t though, so we waited for new people to join.

The irony I tell you when a lesbian couple joined the next game. And then another lesbian separate from them joined too! (Respect to the lesbeans lol).

It went significantly better after that; two matches in which I was crewmate and everything was normal.

No queerphobia.

But still, I was done. I was tired, I was still shaking; I was just done.

And I don’t think I’ll be playing again.

I told Mom what happened; she sympathized and even told my brothers not to play with people like that - just leave the game, turn on limited/safe chat; whatever.

I was still upset.

Later that same night - around 30 mins later in fact - I got on Animal Jam. It was just going to be a quick login; get daily rewards; try and level up my pets; that’s it.

But then I got distracted playing one of the mini games for two hours.

Afterwards, I wanted to see what my sister was up to.

She’d since left Among Us and was now in a fashion show at someone’s den.

There were paintings in this jammer’s house - most of which were anime; and two that were LGBTQ+ ally flags; one specifically for trans people and another the rainbow queer flag surrounded by black and white stripes for their allyship.

At first I was just going to check in, see what she was up to, then leave; but those two flags provided a safe enough space for me to stay and chat with everyone.

I danced around, complimented their amazing outfits, asked if there was a pet station to level up my pets.

We were there for another hour or so.

There was some drama with one person insisting they weren’t out when they in fact were, but that was much better drama than queerphobia in my opinion.

My sister actually ended up winning, and got to choose a prize from the den. She got a paintseed tree, and a hat; which was really cool.

The hat ended up being a double so she gave one to me!

After fashion shows, my sister and I often stay afterwards to chat with the host - even if I’d never actually played in the fashion show and was just cheering everyone on from the sidelines.

Since we’d taken such an interest in their paintings, they asked if we wanted to see all of them. It was late, but we still said yes.

A few moments later, all the paintings were set out on the floor of the den so we could see them all. There were some from anime we knew, Steven Universe, Spider Punk, OCs of other jammers, Adventure Time, even Wall-E.

They had good taste; I told them as such.

We complimented them for their collection, and they told us a bit about each of them. The explained to us they got the pride allyship ones to show that people were safe with them - I explained I instantly felt safe as soon as I saw them.

They found the jammer that’d made the pride paintings, and we all went to their den to check out some of their other paintings. Apparently they had entire shops dedicated to selling them to jammers, and their den was basically a giant advertisement.

There were trans dinos hanging around, pride flags on the walls, and so many flags in the shop. It was incredibly diverse too - I didn’t recognize a lot of the flags, and it made me happy that people could find themself here in this shop.

There were tons of masterblocks of peoples flags spread throughout the den, and I managed to find aroace.

Excited, I ran up to it and exclaimed in chat, “GASP this is my flag!”

“What’s it mean?” the host had asked.

“AJ won’t let me say it :(“

“Awwww.”

Bit of a difficult topic with being able to say one’s identity on AJ. On one end, I want to be able to find a community of fellow aroace jammers. But on the other end, it’s a children’s game and they don’t want kids to be conversing about sexual topics such as their orientations. I understand; just a bit of a disappointment.

A few moments later, the host of the fashion show said, “hey is this your flag in this shop?”

I checked and— yes. It was. The aroace flag for 35 sapphires, its colors pale but ever lovely and a comfort to see.

“It is!” I replied.

I had enough sapphires - for once - and I was about to buy it, when the host suddenly asked to trade.

I accepted.

And there, their gift to me, was my flag. They’d bought me— my flag! They didn’t even know what it meant; they hardly even knew who I was! But they’d bought it and gifted it to me for nothing in return.

I couldn’t thank them enough, and told them how much they’d made my day.

Afterwards, we became in-game buddies officially, and bid each other farewell since it was late for the both of us.

When they left, I showed my sister what they’d gotten me in my den, as well as a trans flag that I’d bought myself. Then, she showed me a pan flag that she’d gotten herself in her den.

We were both really excited, and couldn’t stop talking about it.

My mom was happy to hear about this more positive experience later that night.

To the jammer that’d hosted a really fun fashion show, the one who’d welcomed queer people into their den, the one who’d bought me my flag on a whim and made my day.

I thought I was going to go to sleep that night with tears in my eyes, feeling hopeless about queerphobic assholes online; but instead I went to sleep with a giddy smile on my face because you showed me the kindness and acceptance that I needed.

You never needed to buy that painting, or show my sister and I to that jammer’s den of paintings; those two paintings that you’d bought to show your allyship were enough, and yet you went beyond that.

You made me feel safe and really happy the night before my birthday. You are a kind and awesome person, and I send to you all my respects, all my wishes of happiness, and all of my compassion.

Thank you so so so so so much.

thanks for sharing!

[ofmermaidstories]

Hiii ~*! Whenever I leave the fandom world, I always come back a few months every year or so & find myself binging your fics. I started reading-watching MHA & immediately had to download Tumblr and log back into my Ao3. I love your writing so so so soooo much.

Other than MHA, what other fandoms would you say you’re apart of? Once you finish your in another life series (I started reading when it was just Bakugo x weeds… I can’t believe shoto’s fic is in the works now lol), do you see yourself writing for other fandoms?

x

Hi Honey—we’re glad to have you back again!!! 🥹 I’m actually so (mutually) curious: do you find it’s just as fun when you pop back into the fandom?? Sometimes I look around the room and I’m like, I need a break from these nerds 💀 (aka horrible twitter opinions lmao). But I never leave. </3 But I guess a lot of that is because I still have the trilogy up my sleeve. 🥹 I can’t believe we’re on Shouto’s fic either… 💀 Sometimes I have to shake off the heebie jeebies over it lmaolmaoo. And honestly? I do kinda see myself checking out of fandom writing after finishing the series. It’s such a big project! And hey, I did that to myself lmao, and don’t regret a moment—but it’s been a big commitment and by the time I finish Shouto’s fic, and the Bakugou/Weeds one-shot collection, I’ll definitely be ready for something new. 🥹 To be completely honest it’s already happening; I’ve pivoted hard into a temporary detour with a fic for Gravity Falls, and a lot of that is just because it’s different! Different tropes, different POV, different part of the brain its lighting up. 🥹 It’s not like, as all-consuming a drive as the In Another Life series, though—feeding different parts of the brain and all that—so I’m just kinda shoehorning it in-between my My Hero shenanigans as opposed to like, disappearing into the Gravity Falls fandom and trying to be apart of their community, lmao.

I guess this is the real answer, though; every time I’ve jumped into a fandom to write for it, it’s been very spontaneous. And I’ve learnt enough about myself and my (creative) process to know that I have to be 110% gung-ho on something in order to have the drive to start and finish it. 😩 Part of the reason I was so eager to act on my impulses and write something for GF is because I used to be apart of that fandom, lmao: I knew I was capable of getting the job done, so to say, because I had been around the block before LOL. Fully had a dedicated tumblr for it and everything, so writing something for it now feels more like just picking up an old, old idea/project and finally seeing it to the end. 🥹 So—it’s hard to predict a new fandom for myself!! It takes a special combination of admiration and questions, I think, to end up creating that space where you wanna make something for something else. Unpredictable alchemy, like falling in love. 🥹🥺 That’s what makes it so much fun while it’s happening. 🥹

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

Hi! I absolutely loved the demo of your game—it was amazing! I'm excited to see more of it. I have two questions: First, how would Garret or Teagan react if they were in a room full of yanderes with y/n? Second, I hope this doesn't come across the wrong way, but I'm genuinely curious—how long does it usually take to release a new episode? I'm really looking forward to continuing the game, and I appreciate all the hard work you put into it. I hope I'm not rushing anyone, and I'm truly sorry if it comes off that way. Thank you so much for reading!

Thank you so much for your ask! I'll go ahead and answer your second question first before moving onto the first one! lol

I wanted to start off by thanking you for asking your question in a kind and respectful way, I completely understand where you're coming from and I don't take any offense to it what so ever!

I know I really appreciate transparency when it comes to games/ things I'm a fan of, so I want to do what I can to make sure I'm as honest and upfront with you all as possible.

So I went through my logs and did the math. Day 1 took me about 6 months from start to finish and Day 2 took me almost a full year from start to finish. That being said, Day 1 was 11k words and Day 2 was 24.5k words total. So given the fact that Day 2 was more than twice as long as Day 1, I can see why it took double the time as Day 1. (That and I learned how to add animation into Renpy and spent a little over a month going down that rabbit hole and making a few animations for the game. I also spent some time refining Day 1 while working on Day 2 so that probably made the Day 2 release take longer than it would have otherwise)

The reason why it takes as long as it does is because I'm making this game entirely by myself. That includes the script, all of the art assets, the programming, the audio, and not to mention all of the social media, and patreon content.

On top of that I also have a pretty steady stream of freelance work that usually equals to about 30-50 hours a week. I've burnt myself out in the past and I'm trying to keep a sustainable pace where I'm making progress on CHVN but I'm also enjoying life and taking breaks as needed.

That being said, I do post monthly game updates on my patreon to discuss what I've finished that month, what I have left, and what the current word count is. ( ATM it's longer than Day 1 and I still have a lot planned haha)

I also think it's worth mentioning that this is my first game and I'm learning how to do everything from scratch. My background is in the visual arts so programming and audio stuff is completely foreign to me. That being said, I'm stubborn as hell and for better or for worse once I put my mind to something, I'll get it done one way or another.

Hopefully that answers your question! Once I finish up the script portion of Day 3, I can give a better estimate of how long it'll take me, but until then I really have no idea when the actual release date will be.

Now, onto the easier/ fun part of your question! lol

Garret would play nice at first, however he would make sure that he was never more than a step away from your side. He doesn't trust anyone to behave themselves around you, especially if they're anything like him.

Teagan on the other hand would immediately try to get you to leave the room. They don't deal well with competition and would want to remove you from the situation asap. If you refused/ couldn't leave with them, then they would make sure to talk shit about all of the other Yandere's and taint your view of them. While it would put an obvious target on their own back, at least they'd know you wouldn't talk to or go off with them out of your own free will.

Thank you again for all of your support! I really appreciate it and I can only hope that the next update is worth the wait!

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // His Birthday

Note// I just found out about Horropedia's birthday when I logged in today--- So here's a short writing :))

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"Yin, what will we watch tonight after this?" Horropedia points movies he found in one of the storage boxes.

"Y/N! Can we watch this one again?" :DD

"Hey, you're just time! I heard there's an abandoned amusement park around this place. Shall we check it out together, Boo?" He offers while handing out his hand excitedly once seeing you coming back.

"Want to check out that bookshop over there? I think there can be some books left out that we can take a peek- Ah? Oh, nevermind, everything's burned down for some reason..." The brunette says as he picks up a burned book in dismay, which it doesn't waste a second to get blown to smitherings, "No salvation can be done...- Maybe next time then;;;"

...

That's it.

Your man is going to receive a more proper gift for his birthday this time.

No way you're going to pass the opportunity.

But what will it be? Mmm...

You find yourself thinking as you're laying on the bed, until you recall the time when you both were watching a certain movie about a cursed doll slasher...(you know which- lol)

Then, you remember seeing Horropedia's "secret weapon" attack.

Right, the dolls!

How about yassifying them?/ih

You gotta need some more horror movie knowledge about props though, mmm...

It seems you gotta sneak out for a bit with Vertin's help-

"Y/N, hey! You're busy tonight?" Your boyfriend asks as he tilts up his glasses with a grin. Looking at you as you're both about to start the battle.

"I'm afraid yes-" You say in small guilt knowing you’re going to watch horror stuff without him.

"Whaaat- Now that's new horror..." The brunette comments as he sighs a bit sadly, "I'll wait for you once you come back, then!"

"Thank you for understanding." You smile before giving a peck on his cheek.

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"Ah- I'm finally back to the suitcase..." You mutter as you enter the room. Feeling a bit exhausted after having beef with one those furry monsters. /ih

"Welcome back!" Horropedia greets, too focused on his firearm to look up but seems happy that you've returned safely from one of Vertin's trips.

At his working space, Horropedia has been doing a gun maintenance for a while during his break. He adjusts some of the gears of his firearm using his assembly tools that are now placed on his table. Moments later, he hears a wood thud, sensing someone place an object in front of hum.

His eyes look up lightly to notice a box wrapped in a silky bow, before raising his brow a bit by the sight.

"Oh? What is this?" The brunette snickers once noticing that you were the one placing the gift box on top of his desk, looking up from his gun.

"A birthday gift." You simply answer with a smile as he pulls out a chair for you to sit beside him, "Happy birthday to you~🎵"

"Oh no;;;" Horropedia says once he realizes what you're going to do. Slowly lowering his gun for a moment.

"Happy birthday to youuuu~" You lean closer as keep singing, starting to  attack him with kisses all over his face.

"Noooooooo~" The other fake whines as he laughs by the ticklish feeling, having his arms wrapped around you as yours are around his neck lightly.

"Happy birthday, dear Joshua~🎵" You continue before giving him more kisses, "Happy Birthday to you,,," <33

"Ahhhh, yeah, Happy birthday to me,,, 🤣🫠" Horropedia laughs more while cheering lightly.

Feeling as if he's melting by the kisses and hugs you're giving him, he lets his hands rest on your hips as you're now sitting on his lap. Resting his face on your shoulder in slight bliss as to catching a breath... Before remembering about the gift box-

"Oh wait- what did you brought me?" The horror enthusiast asks as he looks up from your shoulder at the box.

Taking that as a cue, Horropedia reaches out for the box before fetching it in one hand. His other hand slowly leaving your waist as he examines it closer while rotating it n different angles. Then shaking it carefully near to his ear for any kinds of sounds with a hint of anticipation.

"Open it up and find out," You giggle shortly once replying, "I just hope you will like it..."

"Aww.." The brunette coos a bit before untangling the bow that seems to be unwrappable.

Suspension music can be heard from the background...- it's probably one of the horror nerd's mechanisms/ih

"Now, the moment of truth..-" He dramatically says as he slowly lowers his hands for the cap as you still sit on one side of his lap to lend him space to move.

He pauses.

"It's...

Oh my days... - It's perfect!!!" Horrpedia quickly brings his hands up to reveal a pair of silly matching, but spooky costumes that seem to resemble for his "cliche but effective" spooky twin dolls- never though he gets to have dapper props for them... even very creepy looking as it's cover in this crimson paint color.

"I've been researching for a while and tried some fabrics" You explain about your process while recalling the tiny struggles you face to sew everything up as you designed them to be, "I may not be of an expert as you when it comes to authentic props but-

Before you get to finish your sentence, you got gently cut off with a firm hug from your boyfriend- Who seems to rustle his hair on your shoulder as he's staring at the props again through his leaned down pose with a more silly grin now.

"You always give me everything nice..." Horropedia admits before moving up to plant a kiss on your lips.

"But just so you know... You're always my real gift."

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"Were you also watching a documentary of Chucky?"

"...Yes..?"

"..Gasps.... Betrayal!"/lh

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Hi!☆ 5, 9, 13 for the horror movie ask meme. I had been meaning to ask you for recs for a while so feel free to make the answer as long as you want :D

AHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU <3 <3

5. List your top five horror movies

Okay I went a little overboard O.O

in no particular order:

NOPE (2022, Dir. Jordan Peele) - This movie is BEAUTIFUL and also a master at building tension, I think. The way that everything unfolds is incredibly satisfying and I feel like the character writing and acting portrays characters that are so REAL. Characters with personality and you can track their thoughts/understanding of the situation and characters I wanted to root for at the end, too. I saw this two separate times in theaters and another three times at home.

Train to Busan (2016, Dir. Yeon Sang-ho) - AHHHHHHHH it's so exciting!!! the action is perfect and im completely engaged through the whole thing. some people say that it is too melodramatic for a horror/action movie but i love those elements too. every time i am in a group and we are discussing what movie to watch i always suggest train to busan, especially if someone there hasn't seen it. ive logged it on letterboxd 3 times and i know ive seen it more than that. (the rest of the movies i havent rewatched as much but they are near and dear to me)

The Final Destination series (2000 - 2025) - i got the two biggest answers out of the way so now i started thinking about subcategories and stuff so this is specifically my favorite horror series/franchise. I watched the first 2 movies a lot as a kid, and usually the tv edit of them, and only watched the rest of the series a couple of years ago. most of the movies are very nostalgic to me, and also not the best. however: they're all fun except for final destination 4 LOL

The Descent (2005, Dir. Neil Marshall) - This is where I started to notice that I love a lot of action-horror. This movie is one that actually scared me since it features cave spelunking. The second one also made me realize just how much of the shooting of this movie helps the mood, like it is very darkly lit right - and i've complained a lot about movie scenes being dark to the point you can't see anything, but it's this use that is acceptable to me. it helps give everything that 'deep underground' feeling, and it is done intentionally so it isn't infuriating like when a movie made this year can barely be watched.

Dumplings (2004, Dir. Fruit Chan) - this one might be the hardest to watch so it is not that strong of a recommendation but i do really like this movie. i watched it while i was admittedly too young, but i came back to it as an adult with a new appreciation. oh my GOD the sound design is so good it adds to the horror of it all SO MUCH

Honorable mention: Warm Bodies, i purposefully went to see it in theaters once and somehow ended up catching it 3 more times. kept getting invited to go see it and i never said no. it's a very easy watch!

9. do you have any pet peeves for horror?

YES I hate when monsters established as like, big and heavy, can silently move around. especially when it's teleportation. that's the thing that im REALLY annoying about if we watch movies together because i point out with the killers move as if they're teleporting. the example that annoyed me the absolute MOST is the 2022 texas chainsaw massacre. leatherface as a slasher is iconic, to me, for his LOUD entrance and to have him move quickly and silently is not only inherently annoying but also broke a rule of the character in my eyes.

13. do you have a favorite horror director?

Honestly I very much enjoy M. Night Shyamalan - his style is just so loud and I honestly enjoy myself most of the time. I was sincerely engaged when I watched Signs and The Village, and his movies that get really weird like the happening are a blast.

I also love Jordan Peele as a director, his framing has consistently been just beautiful and all his movies just grip you

i actually can't think of a third example, any other horror director i can think of i don't feel anything as consistent. i do have a least favorite director in Eli Roth. I enjoyed Thanksgiving but didn't love it, and everything else of his I've seen I really didn't like.