#perhaps when I actually finish something I’ll get the confidence

[raynavan]

A little venti wip for an AU I still need to flesh out more. Got in a Mood and wanted to write this scene out. There. Really isn’t much context for this- and also haven’t really read through it- apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Submission

Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x subby!student!Wanda

Word count: 1,060

Warnings: student teacher relationship, established relationship, W submits to R

Her eyes watched you from afar twice a week. Green emeralds trained on you as you walked back and forth talking about various photography methods. Today was specifically about filling a frame and how to do so properly. 

As you continued to impart your knowledge on framing techniques, you couldn't help but notice how Wanda's dedication shone through her unwavering focus. Her presence in the classroom was a testament to her commitment to the craft. Her every movement calculated and deliberate, as if each second spent in your lecture, was a precious opportunity not to be squandered.

You knew some of these students were taking this class as an art elective, but  this semester you had a good amount of actual photography majors one of them being Wanda Maximoff whose eyes don’t leave you the entire three hours of your lecture.

During the breaks, while other students dispersed, Wanda remained rooted in her seat, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on fascination. It wasn't just admiration; there was something deeper in those emerald eyes, a hunger for knowledge, perhaps, or maybe a recognition of a kindred spirit in the realm of photography. 

You looked through your papers and notes while snacking on something that required one hand. Today, you had a small bag of popcorn, and you noticed she had some apple slices today, which made you smile. She was behaving and listened to you when you told her that she should have healthier snacks during classes. 

As it came up to the last hour of class, you began talking about a photo contest that everyone was welcome to enter into. You always loved contests and competitions. You especially loved seeing everyone’s submissions and the different approaches they would each take to different competitions.

“Alright class I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I’ll be passing out flyers for you to look over. The deadline is next Friday for the Fine Art Photography Competition. So, if you wish to participate, please hand in your photo to me before then, and if you’re picked, we will be going to Germany on an all expense paid trip. Your photo to be displayed for art critics and lovers alike to take notice of you. If you are chosen for some of you, this could be your big break into the art world.” You tell them, your heels clicking as you walk back and forth, your dark grey cardigan flowing behind you. 

“Is there any specific theme we need to work with?” One of your students, Jean Gray, asked with a raised hand. 

“No, so please, I implore you to work with your strong suits if you want to enter. The sky is the limit on this. Your eye and imagination are what will hold you back, but I believe in all of you.” You told them confidently and finished up answering any other questions before dismissing them for the day. “I will see you all on Tuesday. Have a good weekend, everyone.” 

They all filed out as you sat back at your desk, pushing your glasses up on top of your head as you look at the papers on your desk, reading through the students latest works and quizzes from Tuesday that needed to be done by next Tuesday along with ones needed tomorrow for your Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes. You hear a pair of boots walking towards you. You don’t have to look up to know who is standing in front of you,

“Yes Wanda can I help you?” You say keeping your gaze on the papers in front of you, marking them as you go and looking at the photographs that go with the assignments. Grading art, even after going through getting your Master of Fine Arts and teaching for a few years now, grading artwork wasn’t always so easy.

“Ms. Y/L/N...” You flick your eyes up just enough to see she’s playing with the hem of her skirt, pulling it up ever so slightly as she does so. You take your eyes off her thighs that you just want to bury your face in. You know better, though; not here, never here. Now she’s pulling her sleeves over her hands as she begins. “I...I want to enter the competition, but...” Her words trail off as you finally huff out, tearing your eyes away from your paperwork.

“Wanda. Words. Use them.” You say a little frustrated with her. You see her bite her lip, and for you that’s strike three of her anxious habits. “Come here.” You command, moving yourself back from the desk, turning your chair to the side so she can stand in front of you, which she does without need for more words. “Kneel.” You tell her, and she does so. You smile at her easy submission to you. She had always been so pliable for you. “There now that you’re where you belong. Do you feel better?” You ask, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet with your own.

“Yes.” She smiles up at you, you can see how she’s calmed just from the small form of dominance over her, sometime it was all she needed for her head to clear up and the thoughts to quiet down even if it’s only for a little bit.

“Good now, what is it about the photo competition that’s bothering you so much, sweet girl?” You ask, running your fingers through her hair as she sets her chin against your thighs. She gently tilts her head so she can look up at you.

“Well my specialty like yours is boudoir photography. Is it okay to submit something like that?” You smirk, continuing to run your fingers through her hair, letting your nails scratch gently at her scalp. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling.

“Yes just not too risky, okay, pretty girl? Also, the picture better not be of you. Your body is my eyes only.” You tell her, and she smiles with a nod. “I need to get back to these papers and you,” You boop her nose, “need to get to your next class so off you go little one. I’ll see you tonight.” She smiles, getting up. You pull her back in for a chaste kiss before letting her head off with the promise of seeing you later.

[daydream-cement]

Touching (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

You watched Larissa pleasure herself one night and invite her over to dinner the next. Finally, Larissa and you come together. (Part 2 to Watching)

Author’s Note: Thank you @alexusonfire for the beta! If you want to read pt 1, here it is: Watching (NSFW), but if you don’t, this can be a standalone fic.

Larissa shed herself of her coat and removed her shoes, leaving them both near a chair where she had already placed her purse. While she was distracted, you allowed your eyes to float over her body, enjoying every dip and curve contained within her tight dress. This dress was tighter and shorter than the others she wore to work. A fact that made you smirk, wondering if she had picked this out just for you.

“New dress?” You asked playfully, pushing the front door closed with a click. 

“I’ve had this for a while actually… No good reason to wear it before.” Larissa shrugged and tried to play off the fact that she had been dressing for your attention. Perhaps if she could make herself tempting enough, you would make a move on her. 

“I’m glad you did… It’s starting to make me hungry.” You were unabashed in your words and your gaze, focusing your eyes on the curvature of her hips and stomach. This was a dramatic change from your typical demeanor. Hearing your name fall from Larissa’s lips as she pleasured herself the night prior led to the confidence you needed to flirt relentlessly. 

Larissa blushed profusely, her cunt dampening at the husk in your voice. “I- Uhm.. Uh, thank you…” 

“Would you care for some dinner? Or we could relax on the couch? I have wine.” You were needy and impatient, wishing to jump to the point of why you had invited her here. You wanted her desperately; Your clit throbbing and cunt drenched in anticipation. 

It was hard to remember how much you craved a romantic relationship with Larissa when the image of her sweet drippy cunt was ingrained in your memory. The thought of her face pressing into the rug while her fingers vigorously worked to get herself off. 

How you wished that you could have been the one to bring her to orgasm. More importantly, you wished to be the one to kiss her forehead and provide her care after the sex was finished. You wanted to be the one she told all her secrets to. You wanted to be the one she woke up to each morning. 

The sound of Larissa calling your name brought you back to reality. “Darling, I think I lost you for a moment. Care to share your thoughts?”

“I apologize… You’re so beautiful I lose track of my thoughts sometimes.” Yet another shameless compliment fell off your tongue, sending the shapeshifter’s gaze to your tile floors. 

Larissa stayed silent for a long moment, sure what to say in return. She then chose to change the subject entirely, “You mentioned something about wine? I’ll take anything, but a dry red would be preferred.”

“I can show you what I have and you can pick your favorite, hm?” You offer, beckoning Larissa to follow you deeper into your home. Guiding her into the kitchen, you gesture to four bottles of wine on the counter, having purchased and received them over time. “Take your pick.”

She hummed and nodded, reading over the labels before picking up one she desired more than others. It was terrible, but you soon became lost in thought as you stared at her. Perfect lips, perfect eyes, a perfect nose… How could one person be so perfect?

You pictured placing your arms on either side of her, pinning her to the countertop and kissing her breathless. She would look so wonderful with her dress pushed up around her hips, seated on the counter while her thighs rested on your shoulders and underwear pulled to the side. Her fingers woven into your hair as you buried your face in her-

Fingers dancing across your cheek pulled you from your filthy daydreams, Larissa’s angelic voice pulling you back to reality. “Off in your own little world, are you?” 

All at once you felt your confidence waver, the touch of her hand feeling cool against your deepening blush. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. She was standing so close. Too close. Larissa loomed over you, her breasts catching your gaze when you meant to look into her eyes. 

She noticed your self control falter which only brought a smirk to her lips. “Tell me what you were thinking about? What you were truly thinking about…”

“Y-you…”

“What about me?”

“L-last night…” 

Larissa’s eyes went wide when she came to the realization that you may have seen her pleasuring herself. Her core began to ache at the prospect. You saw her fucking herself and invited her into your home the very next night. The shapeshifter’s pupils dilated at the thought of you wanting her. How she had been craving this very moment.

There was a brief silence, and Larissa finally spoke, her tone low (more from nerves than an attempt at being sultry). “What do you want to do to me?”

Your mind raced. This was your opportunity. You could tell Larissa exactly what you wanted. But how could you formulate it into words?

You wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to make love to her, to fuck her. 

“I want a taste…” The words felt so silly, but you were wracked with nerves. The brave part of you that was internally cowering in a corner wished you could bend her over the kitchen counter, fall to your knees, and bring her pleasure. 

The shapeshifter took over the situation entirely. Her hands seized your hips and pushed you against the counter, trapping you so she could duck her head down, pausing when she was a lip’s distance away. “Then taste me.” 

You pounced, unable to hold back any longer. Your hands flew to her cheeks and pulled her in for a prolonged kiss. Her tongue swiped at your bottom lip, signaling for you to open your mouth, and who were you to argue? 

The way you kissed felt all consuming. The taste of lipstick and breath mint danced across your tongue as you swapped spit. She was intoxicating. You were becoming drunk off her. 

Emboldened, your hands fell from her face to grip her hips, and with a forceful shove, you walked her backwards. You stopped when her ass made contact with the kitchen island. The two of you waited there a moment, tongues mingling and hands wandering. 

This was everything you could have ever dreamed of… but you still felt greedy… hungry for more. 

With a new sense of confidence, you pulled away from the kiss and intensified your grip on her hips. You spun her around and placed a hand on her lower back, giving her a guiding push to lay her chest against the cold granite counter. Larissa gave a soft whine from your forceful movements, her legs spreading a bit wider as she settled her cheek against your kitchen counter.

“I need this.” You huff, dropping to your knees and shoving her dress up around her waist, revealing the headmistress had foregone wearing underwear. But you decided against commenting on it as her pussy was even more delectable up close. Bare pussy lips glistening with desire, a neat patch of hair peeking out from her mound, and soft lines of stretch marks decorating her ass and the backs of her upper thighs. All of which made you feel ravenous. 

“Can I-” 

You hadn’t been able to ask to touch Larissa’s aching cunt before she cut you off in reply, anticipating you were going to ask to eat her out. “Please.”

Burying your face in her heat, you stroked your tongue through her folds, moaning against her as you processed how good she actually tasted. Larissa was mewling and crying out upon you having contact with her sex, the anticipation having her worked up and ready for you to fuck her. 

You licked wildly, coating your nose and chin in her juices when your tongue probed deeper into her hole. From the way she tasted, Larissa could be categorized as an addictive substance. You would spend the rest of your life in this position if you could. The sounds of her moans sent shockwaves from your clit through the rest of your body, a sensation so pleasurable that you needed more.

You focused your attention back on her clit, licking and sucking on her clit as your hands found their way to her ass. You groped and grabbed, needing to feel as much of her skin as possible in case you never received this chance again. That’s when the most beautiful noises you had ever heard flowed from Larissa’s lips - a perfect mimicry of the sounds she made last night.

“Sh- I- I- Ohmygod… Fuck! Ughh.. Uh… Ah- Ah- AH!” Her hips back back against your face, searching for a more intense degree of friction. You slid your hands down to grip her thighs, holding your face to her cunt to give her the friction she desired. This earned louder cries from the beauty above you, “Fuck me. Oh, fuck me… Fuck me, Y/n! Fuck me!”

Larissa felt hot. Too hot. Without pulling her hips away from your face, she straightened her back and gathered her dress from around her hips and pulled it up over her head. If you weren’t so busy, you wouldn’t have seen that Larissa hadn’t been wearing a bra either. 

Much to your dismay, Larissa’s cunt pulled away from your face and her thighs twisted from your grip as she turned around and lifted herself up on the counter. The shapeshifter felt a deep need to watch you lap at her cunt. She spread her legs for you once more. 

Scrambling after her, you reach to pull a chair out from under the table nearby, wishing to seat yourself before her and continue servicing her. Before you could, her hand caught your jaw, forcing you to look up at her. “Do you have a vibrator, darling?”

All at once, the domination you had over Larissa fled and you were left staring up at her with the most pathetic puppy dog eyes. You nodded frantically at the thought of your little vibrator in your top drawer. 

“Fetch it and strip to your underwear. I want you to put it in your panties or hold it against yourself as you eat me.” 

You nod once more, scurrying off to your bedroom to grab the vibrator. You left a trail of clothes in your wake, knowing full well they could be cleaned up later. When you returned to Larissa, she was lazily circling her clit with one hand while the other kneaded her breast. 

As you caught her gaze, Larissa stopped her movements and shifted her ass to the edge of the counter. Holding out a hand, she beckoned for the vibrator to be placed in her hand; the shapeshifter wanted to tuck the vibe into your underwear herself. 

“Good girl…” Larissa mumbled as you handed over the vibe. To help her tuck it into your underwear, you placed a knee on the chair, lifting yourself high enough for her to dip a hand inside of your underwear. First she explored your cunt, happily sighing when she made contact with your soaked folds. Your eyes watched her face intently, enthralled by the way she absentmindedly smiled at how good you felt against her fingers. 

She ran the pads of her fingers over your clit, circling the sensitive nub a few times as she spoke, “This is going on the highest setting. You can cum as many times as you want, darling, but don't take it out of your panties until you are all finished with me. Understand, darling?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? Show me how sweet you are, darling.”

“I understand, beautiful.”

“That’s a good girl.” She whispered as she adjusted the vibrator into your underwear. The familiar buzzing of the vibe pressed against your clit, leading you to suck in a breath - a quiet sign the vibe was nestled right where it needed to be. 

Before you could pull away and take a seat to begin enjoying your meal, the shapeshifter took your face in her hand once more to press the gentlest of kisses to your lips. The sweetness of the kiss made you dizzy and her words made you feel weak in the knees, “Such a pretty little thing…” 

She relinquished her grip and you collapsed into the chair, returning to eye level with Larissa’s pretty pussy. The vibe against your clit would be an unbearable distraction, but you were determined to bury your face in her cunt and not come up for air until her cunt was dripping with cum and her thighs were shaking - just as she had herself last night.

You were moaning into her pussy, your tongue focusing on her clit as your index and pointer finger plunged into her dripping hole. Larissa’s fingers wove themselves into your hair and quickly your wildest dreams came true - she began rutting against your face. 

The vulgarity of Larissa’s dirty talk only escalated as she grinded her hips into your mouth. “Have you touched yourself while thinking about me, darling? I know I’ve thought about you. I’ve been d-dreaming of this for months. I watch the way your hands move when you t-talk… and I just knew you w-would be a good little pussy eater…” 

Your head felt foggy from the immense pleasure from the vibe, Larissa’s voice, and her taste. 

As you continued to pump your fingers in and out of Larissa’s cunt, you continued to moan against her clit. You sucked the bundle of nerves and curled your fingers simultaneously, driving her to orgasm much quicker than she wished to. 

“Fuck!” Larissa came with a shout, her body writhing and legs snapping shut around your head. She rode out her orgasm by gently grinding her cunt against your mouth, forcing a bit of additional simulation against her sensitive nub. You held your tongue out for Larissa to use as long as she saw fit, you wanted to be an object for her pleasure as long as she needed it.

After she came, you wrapped your arms around her thighs and held her close, focusing entirely on your own pending orgasm. You turned your lips against the inside of her thigh, sucking at the sweet pale flesh and only breaking contact when you moaned. 

On a shaky hand, Larissa propped up her body, the other hand wove its way into your hair, her eyes thick with love and lust as she watched you work yourself to an orgasm. “So pretty when you want to cum.”

Your hands gripped her thighs even harder as you crept towards the edge of orgasm. Little bruises would take the place of where your fingertips were while hickies would litter the inside of her thighs from the bites you took to muffle your own sounds. It was Larissa’s words that finally drove you over the edge, “Cum for me, darling. I want to see that sweet face all blissed out…”

You came hard and with our warning, your thighs clenching around the toy as you cried out Larissa’s name. You held onto her legs for dear life as a comforting hand pushed its way into your locks, her voice calm and sultry. “We should move this to the bedroom… I want to lay with you.”

——

It took you much longer to drift off to sleep that night. Thoughts of Larissa were impenetrable. This was due to the fact that her face was resting against your chest, her hand resting over your breast while your own arms wrapped around her shoulders. The two of you had talks for hours, admitting to months of mutual feelings through soft laughter and kisses. 

You asked her to be your girlfriend, and she said yes. She was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Larissa’s soft voice pulled you from your sleep the next morning. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a sight much like you had two nights ago. The shapeshifter was humping a pillow, only this time it was your pillow, in your bed, grinding inches from you. 

Her voice was hoarse as her hips worked against the pillow. She watched you intently, her words directed to you and you only, “Oh, darling… Oh, baby… Fuck me… Fuck me.” 

Watching her immediately flooded your cunt with arousal, but you made no move to touch her. There was something about just watching this deity of a woman pleasure herself that kept you snuggled into the bedsheets watching her hump away at the pillow. She glanced down at you with such desperation that you knew you wouldn’t be able to lay in bed forever. Maybe it was time to get out the strap and give Larissa the fucking she wanted.

You enjoyed the sight for a few minutes longer, brushing your fingers along the sides of her thigh gently enough to give her chills. She was breathless in her moans and you were beginning to smell her arousal. Fuck, she was so hot.

“Keep going, baby.” You finally spoke up and slipped out of bed, padding over to your dresser where you kept the strap on. While you attached it to your body, you almost tripped a couple times when you became distracted with the sight of Larissa growing more and more desperate as she rutted against the pillow. 

Your tone was so condescending as you approached the bed, patting the spot in front of you. “Comere… You just need to be fucked, don’t you?” 

“Mhmm.” Larissa melted at the question, quickly abandoning her pillow to rest at the edge of her bed. She spread her legs for you without question. The way she looked at you told you the tables had turned. You were no longer the pathetic one giving puppy dog eyes. She was the one who needed to be fucked to badly that her eyes pleaded with you to cram the entire cock in her cunt at once. “Fuck me, please.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” You were happy to oblige her request, guiding the head of the dildo into her cunt before gently pressing your hips forward to sink the cock into her. 

A content groan slipped from Larissa’s lips as she took the entirety of the strap. Her hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, keeping herself spread for you. It all started as little thrusts, but as it slipped in and out easier, the more she wanted. After the first few inches were sunk into Larissa, the shapeshifter began to mewl with reckless abandon. 

“Oh… Oh, darling…”

Larissa was on the verge of tears brought on by the overstimulation from this light fucking as it folllwed then intense sex the night prior. Little sobs and whimpers were the only sounds Larissa was able to make as she tried to handle everything you gave her. The sound of your strap filling and leaving Larissa made the headmistress moan as there would surely be a wet spot from her leaky pussy.

With the whole cock buried within Larissa’s cunt, you lost all control and began pounding into her. The shapeshifter’s walls clenched around the dildo involuntarily, driving you to pump harder and faster.

“Uh uh uh uh uh~” Larissa whimpered over and over as the cock fully pounded into her. She had been desperately craving a deep dicking like this and so far you had been doing perfectly. 

You were forceful enough to cause a slapping noise each time the dildo was buried deep in Larissa’s cunt. All of your movements became second nature, allowing you to focus in on the beauty in how the shapeshifter’s jaw had gone slack in reaction to the fucking.

“You have been needing this, huh? Been needing to get pounded?” You mocked, pullin gher hips to yours with a hasher ferocity that made Larissa moan even louder. 

“Yes! Yes! Pound me! Fuck me!”

“Good girl… Taking all of this cock…” You mutter as you enjoy the sight of the entire dildo disappearing into the shapeshifter. 

A mix of the sound of Larissa crying out from the rough fucking and the sound of her wet pussy taking the dick filled the room. It put you into a trance-like state, leading you to fuck Larissa though multiple orgasms. 

When it all became too much, Larissa drew you from your dazed state by wrapping her legs around your hips and pulling you in. Her arms held you tight against her chest, preventing you from thrusting any more. Calmly she whispered in your ear, “No- No more… Too much…”

“Sorry, baby.” You whisper in return, hugging her to you while you litter her shoulder closest to you in kisses. Her skin was salty from the light sweat she had built up over the past 12 hours. “Perhaps we bathe together, my sweet?”

“I’d love nothing more…”

The two of you spent the rest of the lazy Saturday steeped in one another’s embrace between rounds of exploring the other’s body. While it was far too soon to admit you were in love, you knew you were surely on your way. From best friends to lovers, you were sure the two of you would continue to bask in one another’s affection always.

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[lozchi]

Hello friend! Can I request Taehoon with a reader who loves to dance? (Not professionally but they’ll do it while they’re cooking or cleaning or something like that.) And one day Taehoon hears a song that reminds him of the reader and starts to do some of their moves. No pressure! I hope you have a great one!😁

DiscorDANCE

A/N: Goodness, I love the idea. My self-shipping ass actually thought of this at some point. Sorry that this took so long! I've been pretty busy in life and I only finished reading Viral Hit today. @ryusuisloveinterest  Pairing: Taehoon Seong x GN!Reader Themes: Fluff, petnames, Taehoon being a wuss

Taehoon finds it cute, really. It wasn't just that he found it cute; it was more like an electrifying sensation that coursed through his veins. Maybe it's just the way he's captivated by your movements, or perhaps it's just the way how your face lights up as you'd dance as if nobody were watching.

But honestly, the music choice could be better. Who in their right fucking mind listens to "phonk"? " It was as though someone had taken a blender to a cacophony of dissonant noises, mixed it with Snapper and Hobin’s yelling and called it music.

"Ughhhh- Make it stop."

Taehoon groans, rolling his eyes in discontentment.

"Nuh-uh. I ain't gonna."

As the pulsating bass throbs through the air, you find yourself swaying to the rhythm, your body moving confidently despite the mediocre music assaulting both of your ears. With each step, you defy the ear-bleeding tunes. Your eyes sparkle with an infectious joy as you twirl and spin, lost in a world where only your happiness matters.

The bass may be shit, but your energy soars above it, overshadowing the limitations of the melody. In your dance, there's a magic that makes Taehoon forget about the shitty song; Turning the ordinary into something extraordinary.

Fuck. You’ve got Taehoon smiling like an idiot. When he notices it, he quickly wipes it off, but it's not too late for you to catch his affectionate gaze.

”The fuck ya want?”

He scowls, only for you to return a smirk.

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Dashing around the house, frantically searching through your drawers for something to wear, you disturb a very peaceful Taehoon (a rare sight, wow) engaged in a phone call with his dad. He might have overlooked your antics if he hadn't noticed you making a beeline for the door.

“Babe, I’m off to Rumi’s for a bit. Don’t forget to give Tiger his medication!”

Peppering kisses all over his face, he lets out a resigned sigh.

”At this hour? I don’t think so. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

It's not as if Taehoon is in any position to lecture. His sleeping schedule is even more fucked up than yours. Yeah, he admits to himself that it may be hypocritical to tell you not to go out so late and possibly cause danger to yourself when he does it too. Which is why, without uttering a word, you lock eyes with him, and he relents.

”Just get back safely or call me, alright?”

And the master negotiator (without negotiating) wins again.

”Mhm, I’ll be back”

Before you leave, Taehoon kisses back (followed by a flick on the forehead, because he’s the bitchiest of all bitches). He could’ve sworn he heard Hansu chuckling through the other side of the phone. This old man can only gush about this very moment.

-

Tranquility, at last. No jarring phonk music assaulting his poor fucking ears, no impromptu silly dances disrupting the peace. But amidst this newfound calm, Taehoon finds himself missing it all. (It’s only been a minute-) Now he actually doesn’t mind the music you play. He could be calling Hobin to come over, play some video games, talk to his dad again but he’s probably too embarrassed to hear his father bring up how soft he was earlier.

”Come here, you lil’ rascal. It’s time for your meds”

He calls out to your cat, who dutifully obeys, padding over to Taehoon's side.

And it wasn’t long before Taehoon finds himself listening to your carefully curated phonk playlist on Spotify. The beats pulse through his earphones, he pictures you leaping around the room, your laughter filling the space as you lose yourself in the music's infectious energy. And suddenly, the absence of your hijinks feels like a void he hadn't realized was there.

”How does Y/N go about it again? Like this?”

Taehoon mutters to himself, attempting to mimic your dance moves.

If only your cat could talk, it would regale you with TEA of Taehoon's comical attempts to imitate your silly movements. Despite his status as a taekwondo prodigy, his body just doesn't seem to move in the same fluid way as yours. It's a sight to behold, watching him stumble and flail around the room, his efforts more resembling a worm sprinkled with salt than a seasoned dancer.

He hisses, now cringing to himself and glad you aren’t around to see how shit-

With a sheepish grin, you approach the door, your keys conspicuously absent from your hand.

”Gah, how could I forget my phone out of all things?! I hope Taehoon’s asleep by now, otherwise I’d have to deal with his bickering, and- Taehoooon?”

As you reach for the handle, you're met with an unexpected sight: Taehoon, in all his clumsy glory, attempting to replicate your dance moves with a level of finesse that could only be described as the equivalent of the Hobin Yoo Company's chaos. Caught off guard by the scene unfolding before you, you can't help but burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting the reason you needed to enter the room in the first place.

”Is this what you do when I’m not around?”

And then, just when you think it couldn't get any cringier, he manages to stub his toe on the corner of the coffee table.

”FU-”

Taehoon clears his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment in your presence, a rare occurrence for someone usually so composed. But his embarrassment is momentarily overshadowed by his curiosity as to why you've returned so quickly.

"Anyway, why are you here already? Not that I don’t mind, but—"

You bashfully avert your gaze to the ground, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips.

"I forgot my phone…"

"Tsk! Do you really have to be this irresponsible sometimes?!? What could’ve happened if you didn’t get in contact with me?"

Taehoon pulls you into a tight hug, his worry palpable in the embrace. But amidst his concerns, you can't help but sense his underlying desire to distract you from the awkwardness of his recent dance attempt.

A part of you acknowledges his genuine concern, but another part recognizes this as one of his subtle ways to divert your attention from the potential blackmail material you just witnessed. Despite his attempt to shift the focus, his affectionate (but tsundere) nature somehow manages to shine through.

”Taehoon?”

”Hm?”

”Why were you-”

”We don’t talk about that.”

”But-”

”Shush, or I won’t let you go back to Rumi’s.”

”Meow~”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A week in and you’re… efficient. Rather, self-sufficient. You can’t say you’re confident but you are starting to figure it out.

The till isn’t so confounding and the customers not so intimidating. It’s easy enough to ask how their day is, if they found everything, and get the rung through. You’ve learned quickly if only to keep Giselle from rolling her eyes at you.

That day, you’re closing. Less than an hour now and you walk the floor, checking for any errant customers to remind them of the coming deadline. There aren’t many, a tall college student wandering through the history section and a couple of older men chatting over a stack of Stephen King classics.

You head down the rear all and feel the buzz in your pocket. You ignore it. Any calls you’re getting, you’re in no hurry to answer. You sigh and pass an aisle, movement twitching at the edge but you don’t bother looking over.

As you get to the next row, you hear your name. You turn back as you see the man’s head just over the top of the shelf before he turns down the same aisle. He must be the speck you ignored.

“Oh, hi,” you smile, wiping away your worries; you’re at work. “Jonathan, right?”

“You remember,” he preens, “I was hoping you’d be around.”

“You… were?” You hesitate. Your phone buzzes. A short jitter signaling a voicemail.

“Ah, yes, I was hoping for some advice,” he puts his hand on the slender wall of the shelf, “I am gift hunting and I can’t seem to pin down an idea. I thought most people love a book but I fear choosing something utterly boring.”

“Oh, well, uh, who are we buying for?” You wonder.

“She’s about your age, I think. So I thought…”

He’s married. Of course, why wouldn’t he be. You don’t know why that disappoints you. It shouldn’t. He’s only friendly and you’re a poor divorcee. Another buzz in your pocket.

“Well, you could get her a nice bookmark and maybe a cookbook?” You had loved your cookbooks. You miss them dearly.

“Mmm, she doesn’t do much cooking. More the type to order in or eat out,” he pulls his hand back and crosses one arm over his chest, bending the other to tap his chin.

“Does she sew? Or do any crafts?” You prod, searching for options. “Or maybe she likes fashion?”

“She does spend a lot on clothes,” he chuckles.

“Well, if you’d rather a novel, you really can’t go wrong with a thriller. They tend to be fast-paced and easy to read.”

He nods thoughtfully and drops his arms, pushing back his jacket as he slides his hands into his pants, “do you like them?”

“Like… what?”

“Thrillers? Perhaps you have a specific suggestion?”

“Ah, well, John Grisham. He’s always good,” you turn, “I’ll show you where they are.”

“Thank you. Always helpful, darling.”

You’re happy he can’t see your face. That last word makes your chest twinge. He’s so nice. It makes you sad to think you would never have one of those. A nice man. Your pants buzz again.

“Why don’t you have a look,” you present the books with a wave, “and I’ll be back to answer any questions you have. I just need to finish my walk through.”

“Certainly,” he agrees, reaching to trace a fingertip down the spine of a book.

You smile and rush away. You’re just going to turn your phone on silent and deal with it later. As you peek at the screen, you see the same name, over and over. What could he want?

You scroll through the onslaught of Andy’s messages. It’s just like living with him. It never stops. His last text is all caps; CALL ME.

You reply, ‘working for fifteen more minutes. Can’t.’

“You didn’t get too far,” Jonathan startles you and you quickly slide your phone away, “what do you think of this one?”

He holds up a copy of The Whistler. You nod, “it’s not bad. Main character is a woman, so probably a good choice for them.”

“Wonderful, and you suggested a bookmark?”

“Yes, er, over here,” you beckon him onward and take him to the swiveling rack of bookmarks, “these ones are especially nice, I think.”

You point to the thick leather bookmarks with the tassel strings attached and a few charms at the end. He leans in and examines the different colours. He clucks, “I really can be indecisive. If I recall,” he unhooks the same style you suggested, “she was preferable to pink.”

“Great,” you declare, “perfect gift.”

“Hope so,” he agrees, “I’m sorry, am I keeping you? You’re eager to be rid of me.”

“No, not at all, I didn’t mean to hurry you,” you assure him, “I’m sorry. It’s been a very long day and–”

“And you’ve been on your feet. You must be tired,” he suggests, but not in a sarcastic way. “I forget it is so late.”

“Really, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to come off as sharp.”

“Relax,” he taps his knuckles on the book, “you’ve been a wonderful help. Really. I’ll be sure to put your name on the survey.”

“Uh, thanks,” you swallow, “have a good night.”

“You as well,” he raises his handful and nods before striding off.

You groan, cringing as your chest threatens to cave in on itself. Why are you so awkward? You’re so bad at this job. Like everything else.

There’s a scratchy noise. It catches your ear and you swear, it sounds just like your name. Shit! You pull out your phone, the timer is ticking. You must have pocket-dialed. You bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” Andy booms, “Christ. We have something important to talk about.”

“Right, I told you, I’m at work–”

“You called me. Don’t waste my time. My mother’s birthday–”

“Andy, we’re not married anymore.”

“I know that. She asked me to tell you she wants you at her party. She always liked you. For whatever reason.”

You don’t take the bait. You don’t have to please him anymore. He filed for divorce, he made that choice.

“I’ll check my schedule–”

“Who were you talking to?” He interrupts.

“A customer,” you keep your voice down, “speaking of, I need to get back–”

“You were real nice to him, weren’t you?”

“Good night, Andy.”

You hang up. You don’t know how he’s still paranoid when you’re not even together. Jackass.

[sunboki]

CHARMED.

Billionaire! Hwang Hyunjin x Detective! F. Reader

criteria | detective au, suggestive *not proofread

word count | 0.9k

authors note | another random piece in its testing phase created while i was in the passenger seat *sigh*

synopsis | Feigning your identity as the director of a successful company wasn’t all too difficult, but when it came down to actually busting billionaire, forbes magazine cover Hwang Hyunjin’s scheme, things can become a little .. messy. Especially when he invites you to a rooftop dinner.

The urge to bury your head in your hands is blaring, and you’re certain a bald spot will appear any day now after all the tugging you’d done in the past few days.

No leads, nothing.

In fact, if you hadn’t put so much into this case, if you hadn’t previously learned of the Dusa Enterprise’s affiliations you would’ve shut down the investigation altogether. But you didn’t because you knew of the tactful expertise Hyunjin’s used to go about his ways. In a sense that the man would stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wanted regardless of the circumstances.

So what you hadn’t anticipated after this madness was to have your coworker Mei come running up to you in a flurry, whisper-screaming that someone wanted to talk to you from the office’s telephone.

Hello, this is Representative Hwang Hyunjin of Dusa Enterprises’ Advisor. Your presence has been requested at…

You’re jumping in your chair at this point, nearly swatting Mei in the face from your flailing arms as you listen to the details of the call before the Advisor abruptly hangs up.

Taking a few seconds to turn and look at each other, you both erupt into cackling laughter, beyond pleased that your shared effort was not in vain.

“You’ll never guess who just got a one-way ticket to exposing Dusa Enterprise.”

“I’m delighted to see you’re enjoying the ambience. It wasn’t easy booking a reservation for this place.”

You knew that was a lie. This wasn’t just your average person, it was Hwang Hyunjin. Who at a single beck or call could have a reservation, heck, reserve all the tables here.

“I’m afraid of heights.” You sound, making your hand appear shaky as you reach for your glass once more, hoping to eradicate the sight of him observing you. Initially you’d been too blinded by relief to realize who you were indeed going to be dining with, feeling a little bit more, horrified instead. Your last dance would be looking into his eyes, and despite the confidence you’d summed up till this moment, no liquid courage could help you meet that gaze.

“Then don’t look down, look at me.”

You clear your throat, blinking hurriedly to aid in maintaining whatever composure you had left.

“I would prefer not to.”

“Why is that?”

He’s walking a tightrope, using his front teeth to nip at the skin the moment you finish speaking. There is a never time to waste if you are Hwang Hyunjin. The man is a tiger in his ways of reverence.

How would you answer, how could you answer without spilling your guts? Too much analysis, too much.

The sound of glass clinking beckons you from his fingertips and for a split second you do— catch a glimpse of his predatory glower hidden behind an innocent smile that stretches plump cherry lips. You’re enchanted.

“Because,” You balance your chin on your fist, summoning a tilt of your head that draws him closer, or perhaps it’s a figment of your imagination.

“If I do, I might do something I’ll regret. And as you know, I don’t have relationships with my business partners.”

A bubbling laugh creeps from his throat, painting the air an intoxicating crimson when he tips his head back. It’s hard to tell if it’s a sarcastic outburst or not. Lots of things the serpent Hyunjin leaves you to speculate.

“What if I told you I wanted to see what you’d regret. Not as business partners, but normal people.”

Debating on either making a smart comment or maintaining your sophisticated disposition, you weigh the options whilst silently thanking the tinted glass for concealing the nervous slip of your foot in and out of your heel.

“Oh Mr. Hwang, you’re far from a normal person.”

His innocent smile bares its face once more.

“I’m charmed, but there’s no need to be so nervous. I guess you didn’t think I’d notice how frantic your leg has been bouncing since we’ve been talking. Surely you’re not uncomfortable?”

Your breath hitches and you practically fixate on the darkening of his chestnut orbs, manipulative. Reaching into the very crevice of your soul. He’s onto you. Almost like he knows.

It terrifies you.

“Not at all. I hope you understand though that this is a big opportunity for my company and I can’t help but stress these matters.”

Your cover up is flat but contains enough potential to keep you afloat, for now.

The blond hummed a response, shrugging his jet-black coat till the fabric bunched up enough to see what time was displayed on a Rolex that’s price you didn’t have the capacity to assume.

“Ah, it seems an appointment of mine will interrupt us. Dearest apologies.” You nod fervently, admiring the sweep of his suit when he stands. A click of his heel on the marble flooring echoes when he begins walking past you until he stalls, stooping down to where his expensive fragrance tickled your nose.

“We’ll have to meet again sweet thing, your acting is impressive. Keep it up and you might fool me one day.”

And he walks out, him, his Advisor and Bodyguards at his disposal.

all rights reserved by @sunboki. repost and plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[revserrayyu]

Real quick Wardance thoughts [part 1]

**SPOILERS** for the majority of the event up until the winner is decided. That sounds like a whole lot to cover all at once but I’m not gonna delve too deep into anything like I have a habit of doing during main story quests. I thought the event was good and there were many moments I enjoyed, but I’ll admit that I skimmed through the bulk of it, so just take this as a quick speed run of random thoughts I had while finishing the whole thing last week.

So please tell me I’m not the only one who noticed that they finally fixed Oleg’s mouth now when he speaks?? No longer can I tease him about being a telepath. He had actual mouth movement this time!

Geppie is such a good boy. I sorta figured we would be facing a losing battle against him as Luka since he’s the literal definition of a tank, but it was of sweet of him to give us a chance to travel to the Xianzhou regardless of how this fight ended. Yeah it makes sense he can’t really put his Captain duties on hold just to travel to a whole other world, but the nice gesture is still appreciated.

I’m so happy that parts of this mission were voiced as it allows us to hear some of our old Belobogian friends again, such as Natasha, Bronya, Lynx, etc. (It’s just my luck that Serval nor Seele, who are no doubt my two favorites from this place, get not one single line throughout the entire story.. but I digress.)

I gotta survive off crumbs of just mere mentions of these favorites instead. It was fun hearing Bronya trying to intimidate Seele’s speech though.

They teased us with Owlbert appearing in the main 2.5 story by Hoolay suddenly stirring up chaos, but it’s nice to actually hear our reliable host in game, even if only from a puppet. Perhaps we can see the real bird one day. Playable Owlbert when, Hoyo?

Now.. how exactly does our boy Luka know what Cocolia looked like? He’s been in the Underground his whole life and madam had (unfortunately) ceased to exist by the time he had the chance to visit the Overworld. Heck, Luka wasn’t even around during the main Belobog story, since he was doing Wildfire work somewhere else. I can imagine that maybe Seele or others told Luka about her (for whatever reason, I dunno), or perhaps he caught sight of a portrait in the museum, though he’s not too keen on visiting the Overworld in the first place, if his voiceline about the place is anything to go by. Oh well, it was just a real accurate and powerful hallucination anyways.

Poor Owlbert. Can’t even be spared from an angry, defeated Topaz despite her love of animals.

Actually Topaz, the term is “going all in,” as Aventurine likes to say. Haha, I tease, but it makes sense that our gambler went total boss mode in Penacony then.

Luka and Sushang are the same kind of silly and stupid. It’s delightful.

I am holding every tiny fact about Seele carefully in my hands and cherishing it fondly. And if Luka knows this, does that mean was he around when it happened? Surely he had teased her about it. Dude is lucky he’s still alive and well.

First we spoke a *Nameless profanity* in Penacony, and now there’s a *Xianzhou profanity.* I love it. Where’s the one for Belobog? And can we please hear Seele say it? If we could get someone to just say "fuck" once, it better come from her.

Ah.. a lack of censorship would make Boothill more enjoyable for me too, but I understand why we have it. At least the anger towards Owlbert is on brand.

Boothill certainly wasn’t messing around during this match huh. The loss really put Luka’s head in a bad place though. I forget exactly how his arm was repaired, either IPC assistance or something else, but dang, wouldn’t this have been a wonderful opportunity to bring in our lovable mechanic Serval into the story to fix his arm instead? Huh, Hoyo? (shh, I’m just missing her. leave me be.)

There was this on random npc standing on the railing overlooking the arena who had an abundance of confidence that I just found humorous, especially with us mentioning Acheron’s habit of getting lost.

The whole scene with Margie inside Luka’s mind was so rough. His companion quest was sad enough already, did we really need to experience heartbreak again??

Luka, please.. no. Who taught you about rizz?? Was it Argenti? That dude can charm almost everyone, even plants.

Tee-hee, hiiii Yukong~ Wonderful to see you again, madam. I know I’m skipping on so many other things, but this mission was longer than I had expected, so it’s safe to say that I haven’t any clear memories what was happening right now. Something about a disguised borisin with a robot partaking in the tournament. But our favorite pilot is also here now. So that’s all I cared about, clearly.

I know it was sweet of Hook to come along on trip and support her fellow Mole member in the tournament but it is so odd not seeing Clara at Svarog’s side. Surely our friendly robot could’ve watched over two kids as once. (it’s fine though because I did a random ten pull on the standard banner while completing this mission and got myself E1 Clara. so at least she’s safe.)

Rappa mention! I can’t wait til we learn more abut her. (Saw quick leaks of her combat already and it’s quite a sight. They keep upping the ult animations for sure.)

While I was completely fine with the idea of us taking out all of Yanqing’s 99 barriers during the fight, I was surprised to see the cutscene switch up and have the two finalists really partake in hand to hand combat instead.

At first I thought, “yeah, fire. That makes sense for Luka,” until I remembered this dude is a physical character and fire is only part of his design. I assume he can still use flames with his mechanical arm, but he’s just using his regular one at the moment, not the big red one he wields during actual combat. I dunno how this man’s arm works exactly, but it was still a cool shot and an expert dodge by Yanqing.

Speaking of our young man, he did so well during this cutscene! Was not expecting him to be so skilled with throwing hands either, so to be evenly matched with Luka, who mainly uses his fists for fighting, is impressive nonetheless. Yanqing did of course give the victory to Luka though, which is fine.

Aawwhh.. and what if we all cried?

That’s all for now. There is gonna be a second part only because the Yaoqing trio shows up at the very end and I have many feelings about them but overall, this was some good stuff for Luka. Maybe he’ll show up in the main story one day aside from all this optional stuff.

[samandmaxmansionplay]

Introduction

What is Sam&Max: Mansion Play?

It’s a project I’ve been thinking about and working on since the beginning of 2023. I started thinking of what Sam&Max game would I make if I had the chance, but I wanted it to be something a bit different from the usual. That’s when I realized Sam&Max had never been on a murder mystery, we had to change that right? Since then I’ve been writing a script and drawing sprites and rooms of the mansion the story takes place in

What’s the story about?

Sam and Max have a very simple mission tonight, simply retrieve a mysterious document, located in the mansion of the owner of a famous toy factory, the billionaire known as Manny Money, who is hosting a big party tonight. What starts as a simple adventure develops into a strange and absurd murder mystery. Since they are here and have no other plans, Sam and Max will try to find out the person who is behind the murder that suddenly took place in the party. Get to know the guests, from an elegant fashion designer to a skeleton supervillain, and many more. Solve puzzles, or at least try to without asking Max for the answer. Play minigames, you have time to have fun in the middle of a murder case. Find the truth, discover the mystery behind this murder, could there be something deeper happening…? Oh well, who cares, just have some fun in this boring winter night

What can we expect from this story?

Hopefully laughs! The big challenge of this project for me is to make a Sam&Max story that feels very close to an actual real Sam&Max story, I know it won’t be perfect, but I want to come close. I’m not the funniest person ever but a couple of lines I’ve written have made me chuckle, I hope they make you chuckle too!

Aside from that, as silly as this adventure is, I hope you’ll get invested in the mystery! Ask yourself what’s going on, be curious as to what will happen next,… your typical murder mystery stuff, but with Sam and Max

There is a little bit of an emotional core to the story and some characters, but overall this is a comedic murder mystery, which I hope you’ll enjoy!

Is this a fangame? Will it be playable?

This is an idea for a fangame but no, it isn’t an actual fangame. I lack the skills to properly make a game, but I would like to use the skills I do have to share this project once it’s done. I am trying to learn more about Adventure Game Studio and perhaps if I’m confident enough I’ll be able to at least make some parts of the story playable, but as of right now I don’t have plans to do that

When will it finished?

I have a lot of the story thought out but there are still a couple of puzzles pieces missing to make the story feel truly complete. I have written a lot, but it still feels like only the 10% of a bigger story

I have almost finished drawing all the rooms of the mansion, there are close to 100 rooms in this project, so I’m happy I’ve almost finished this part

I have drawn a bunch of sprites, but I still need to draw more, included side characters, you’ll meet a lot of guests in this party!

And overall, this is a project I make for fun on my free time, it’s not a job. I’m hoping to finish it someday but it will definitely take time, sadly it will probably take long

If it’s still unfinished, why make this blog?

I’d like to share updates on a separate blog from now on, I think it’s better this way. I’d like to post sprites, parts of the script and even finished scenes from time to time. And besides, it’s close to Halloween so I wanted to make something special, like creating a sideblog for a project of mine

Are Sam and Max a couple in this?

Yes, obviously, I’m trying to write this as close to canon as possible after all

Who is the murderer?

Not even Sam and Max know, so we’re probably doomed

[obsoleteozymandias]

hi! i saw that your twisted wonderland matchups were open so i would like to request!

basic information:

i am an estp, and my zodiac sign (sun) is libra. i would like to matched up with a male (even though twst only has males what am i talking abt)

personality:

(positive traits) : i am a hard worker and when i set my mind to something i can work insanely hard for it. (but i won’t work to the point that my mental health declines) im a very committed person! i am also very friendly and easy to talk to! i like rules and i will follow them to the best of my ability because i think rules keep people organised so i don’t see much of an issue with them. (and i swear leaving the table 15 minutes after finishing your lunch is what i grew up learning so honestly i think half the heartslabyul rules are just common sense) i am very anti-violence and i strongly believe that violence is not the way to solve issues. i would say i’m quite responsible, i never miss any homework deadlines, and my grades are always “a”. im very cheerful as well and according to my friends and family, my happy energy is contagious!

(negative traits) : i tend to sleep quite a bit, not sure if this counts as a negative trait! i sleep around 9-10 hours because if i don’t i feel so groggy 😭😭 i tend to have insanely high expectations of myself so when i get anything lower than what i expect i will be disappointed and upset with myself. (i would be disappointed if, for example, i got a 89 on the subject im best at) i think i do get carried away easily as well, for example when my skin has a few bumps on them i’ll get really insecure and sad.

physical appearance:

i’m 158cm and i have pretty slim fingers and i’m really thin too. my bmi is underweight but i just can’t gain weight :c (but i still look and appear healthy! so i’m 158cm and 43kg)

likes and dislikes:

(likes) : EGGS!! dogs, pandas, alpacas, and hedgehogs! i enjoy written subjects instead of subjects like art, music, and physical education (all subjects i get lower than an “a” in fr 🫠😔) i LOVE reading books too, its my hobby! (+chocolate)

(dislikes) : FOOD WITH OLIVE OIL (disgusting i hate it) i hate olive oil too!! anything olive oil stay away from me 😭 and mushrooms i HATE HATE HATE mushrooms.

that’s all, thank you!!

Anon I hope you know how much you set yourself up for this one, otherwise I don’t know what to tell you

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Riddle Rosehearts

Pre-relationship:

You’re quick to become Riddle’s favorite dorm member, and not just because you respect the rules of the dorm, but also because of your ability to challenge his expectations all while upholding them. 

He is, of course, taken by your diligence and adherence to the rules of the dorm. When you memorize all of them, he’ll admit, he’s quite a bit flustered. Admiring and respceting the rules of the dorm almost feels like you’re showing him the same respect - something his height and attitude rarely affords him outside of school. 

And, of course, you show the utmost respect for Riddle himself, which gives him a confidence boost like nothing else. 

That, and, you actually seem to like him? Few can claim to do both of those, ergo, you two are fast friends. 

He’s also thrilled when he finds out how much you like hedgehogs, and shows the ones around the dorm to you eagerly. He looks so happy and full of enthusiasm that it makes you blush, just a bit. 

Being aware of your own mental health is something he admires. Riddle tends to work himself to the bone, but you’re quick to step in and let him know, sternly, that he needs a break, and that you’ll happily join him for tea or a walk through the garden. 

And somewhere in between those walks and chats over tea, he falls deep and hard for you. 

Confession: 

Riddle meticulously plans out his confession to you, down to the very second he’ll say each and every syllable. It would be cute if he confessed to you using his original plan, but perhaps more so if you caught him sleeping after a long night of working on his plans - which you could clearly see. 

That forces an improtu confession that has him flustered and frazzled and in rare form, but he’s just that much cuter when he stammers out his feelings for you. 

Relationship:

Your relationship is one built on mutual respect and trust. You two both see the other as too good for you at the start, but with a lot of communication and the determination you both possess, negative thoughts are quickly swept aside and replaced with soft kisses. 

You two spend a lot of dates cuddled up next to eacother in the library, reading your own books but slipping into an intellectual conversation every now and then. 

Your high energy and happiness rubs off on him too. When he’s around you, dorm members will attest to him being kinder and more passionate. 

That, and, his face is often red from kisses planted on his cheeks.

You two are a power couple whose relationship is something to aspire to.

[dajaregambler]

indefinite hiatus

Howdy doody.

This may seem as a sudden notice, but it is not to me. It is a matter that I have thought about many times, over and over again. On the other hand, I have also tried to ignore it in the hopes of it going away. Obviously, that did not work out.

Back during my trip to Japan, I had rekindled my love for the Japanese language and it is still strong as ever. In fact I have decided to pursue it academically so that I can continue to work with it, ideally in localisation. After the struggle I had with school that felt like it lasted an eternity, I was quite proud of myself to pick up from where my attempt at university in 2018 to 2020 left me off. 

But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. It is actually a similar sort of situation I found myself in earlier this year.

What I’m doing right now… is it fun?

Helios Rising Heroes was a pick me up in 2020. I had lost my drive for Japanese after giving up on academics, and seeing how Keith and Brad interacted made me curious about their story. I went further in the world of HeliosR, and before I knew it I was enamored with it. So much so that I felt compelled to share this love, to let people know the charms of these characters. I started out with translating content of my favorite character, then to the whole sector, eventually other characters and so on. It was a challenge, and that challenge helped me grow in many ways.

However somewhere down this road, I kept battling this one question: who am I doing this for? I thought for myself, but it wasn’t. It became a responsibility to fill in the gaps. I did not care about North at all, yet seeing that one Halloween event stay untranslated the entire time bothered me, so I picked it up myself and hey, it worked out. North Sector is one of my fave sectors now, but that’s what became an issue. I started picking up too much to do, for the sole sake of it being translated. I didn’t limit myself because moderation is a word that didn’t exist to me back then. Even now it sort of doesn’t, but I like to think I’ve gotten better at it.

Another issue is that I love Helios, I really, really do. It means a lot to me, but translating it is actively ruining it for me at the same time. I feel the need to step away and enjoy it without feeling responsible, but I also feel guilty for thinking so. I have stuff I started and need to finish. And that’s where I found myself stuck at a stalemate, almost to the point of ignoring Helios and I don’t want that. I had fun earlier this year translating the new West sector event, and all of chapter two of SITD, but it was short lived. I went right back to that stalemate that had been haunting me.

The combination of biting off more than what I can chew, with halfhearted feelings behind it, is what leaves me dull. There is no “fun” to be had. 

I will say what I said earlier this year, about a different project I translated at the time: 

“Is it that serious? That I’m dropping a series that I have translated? No, probably not. Happens all the time, I’m sure there are others waiting in line to continue what I was doing, or maybe not. Who knows.

But to me, it is, and that’s why I wanted to convey it in a long hefty post.

As closure, I will share some words of one of my favourite manga. Something I live by, and will for as long as possible.

“The world is filled to the brim with nice things… and all of them are carrying someone’s intentions and feelings.

When those feelings get across and manage to make someone happy… I gain little pieces of confidence,

that I’ll gather together and carry with me as I move on.”

And I believe something like that, is only achievable when you do something that is fun, to you.”

This isn’t the end, it never is. However for me to move on, to find joy again, I have to say it like this. Perhaps one could say I am a fan of theatrics in this regard. 

For now, and the unforeseen future, I simply want to step back from translating Helios Rising Heroes. Focus on truly mastering Japanese (my conversational skills are as abhorrent as they could be) and perhaps even study abroad. Not only that, but find fun in Helios again, by simply enjoying it without feeling a responsibility nagging at me every single waking moment I think about this series. It’s a bit of a shame to leave things here when I haven’t finished chapter 3 of SITD, but I think this is the best choice for me, going forward.

Once again, thank you for reading this post and my translations. Thank you for being able to find enjoyment in Helios Rising Heroes through my translations. This blog will stay up as an archive and will not be going anywhere.

As I said, it is not the end of the road for me. I will perhaps be around on another ventures regarding translations, and we might cross paths once more. And hopefully said ventures do not include a repetition of past mistakes. I am positive it won't though.

One day, I may or may not come back to this either, but for now it is atleast a farewell. 

またね！

p.s (Imagine I said "farewell" with a wink, two sparkles, and rose being thrown in the air as I made my dramatic exit into the horizon while the amber sun sets.)

[natureboy96]

My journey through the Court of Thorns and Roses series

It’s been roughly a month since I started reading the ACOTAR series, and let me tell you, it’s been one mad ride. I’ve had a lot of thoughts on the books, and I needed to put them down somewhere to hopefully stop them from rattling around in my brain for much longer (success tbd). While I am writing this more for myself than anyone else, I wondered if anyone else went through a similar journey that I have, and perhaps help understand why people view the series as they do. I’ll be going book by book to break things down.

(Also might be worth mentioning that I am a gay man in my thirties, which definitely impacted how I read certain parts of the books..)

ACOTAR

Having come into the series with absolutely no hints as to what it was about (besides the back blurb), I actually found this first book… kinda boring? I was surprised, I suppose, to see it was a Beauty and the Beast retelling, but that actually made me look forward more to where things actually deviated from the script (I texted my sister it was around chapter 30 that I felt things really getting interesting).

That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy parts of it - the more intimate moments between Tamlin and Feyre were what I liked most, like them dancing together after he played, or him appreciating that painting that made him not feel alone, moments like those. A bit stilted writing, perhaps, but fine.

When we went Under the Mountain, though, that’s when my interest picked up. I felt the fear that Tamlin and Feyre felt, knowing one wrong move could be their last. I felt terribly icky at the things Feyre was manipulated to do; maybe I can see how people might think her dancing black out drunk in a napkin could be a sexy fantasy, but it definitely didn’t do it for me, nor the bone twisting. The trials themselves felt… underwhelming (the worm was some exciting action that our Feyre’s skills to use at least, but the second one was kinda meh), but I was interested in seeing a story where the main character actually experiences some lasting impact of trauma, something I feel a lot of books gloss over. Seeing what Feyre and Tamlin were willing to sacrifice for each other also helped solidify their relationship for me. I went into the second book excited to see how it was handled, and to see what kind of character Rhysand proved to be, after his UtM admissions and actions…

ACOMAF

I was into this text a lot quicker than the previous one, no doubt because of what I mentioned about seeing actual consequences for trauma. I didn’t expect to see so much of Tamlin’s trauma as I did, but I appreciated seeing even a high lord couldn’t walk away from something like what happened without damage. I definitely felt the tragedy of what happened to their relationship, seeing how trauma warped and changed the way they were to the point where they no longer fit, and I was glad Feyre was able to leave.

That brings us to what I thought was the best point, seeing Feyre get the space and patience and support she needed to heal, from Rhysand and the rest of the Inner Court. Like the first book, some parts felt a bit stilted to me, but seeing her gain back her confidence and work through the pain Amarantha had dealt was with satisfying. Having her find a group she came to care for and a place she felt safe was wonderful.

I couldn’t say I saw the end twists coming, and I was definitely shocked to see Tamlin siding with an evil king who wanted to bring back slavery; after what I knew of him in the first book, it felt to me like there had to be more going on, and I immediately started the next book after finishing this one in 3 days.

I was also quite interested in Elain and Nesta’s changes too, I hadn’t expected them to be big characters after the first book, but it makes sense to tie them together - and give some fun stuff to work with in the next book.

ACOWAR

Unlike the last book, I finished this one in two days :p

I enjoy a lot of politics and intrigue in my books, so I enjoyed hearing about a lot of the planning that went into preparing for the upcoming war. I enjoyed hearing Feyre’s thoughts and plans for the Spring Court, and I was glad Lucien was able to escape with her - I haven’t mentioned him much but I have enjoyed his character quite a bit. I loved getting to meet with the other high lords and see the Dawn Court, though I found it odd how easily everyone seemed to lose their temper at what was supposed to be a diplomatic meeting. I read Tamlin’s words as being sheer bitterness, but I was glad to hear he hadn’t betrayed everyone blindly and had a plan.

The end of the book was a bit of a shock twist page after page, and I couldn’t put it down. Dads coming out of nowhere with an army only to die a few pages later? Monsters joining the fight only to get murked? Elain pulling an Arya Stark stabbing on the big baddie? The only surprise I had been expecting was Akeem’s transformation; I felt the biblical angel clues were strong enough to expect an angel of death when she changed.

I didn’t like the fakeout Rhysand death. It felt like it was tacked on for a bit more milked drama, only to be undone moments later. What I did love was how the end of the story gave Tamlin the chance to save both Feyre and Rhysand, despite everything that they had done to each other. I had hoped it was the chance for them to start healing that rift, not expecting them to be friends or in love again, but respectful at least..

Also some questionable choices for sexy scenes, but again, I kinda didn’t read too much into em, not my thing.

ACOFAS

This is where something changed with my thoughts on the text. I thought it was a nice “Christmas” story, and I enjoyed seeing where and how people were preparing for it with each other. I felt for Nesta, and as hard as it was to see where she was I didn’t feel she was ready for healing from her trauma yet, and was interested to see where it went. Wasn’t as big a fan of people talking down to Lucien, but that wasn’t the real issue I had here…

Rhysand’s visits to Tamlin may have been brief, but they struck a really unpleasant note in an otherwise nice little story. I had come to see Rhysand as a good person over the books, over what he had said and did. I couldn’t like that up, though, with the way he treated Tamlin in this book. I didn’t expect them to be friends, or even like each other, but I couldn’t understand how Rhysand could be so cruel to a person who had saved not only his life (even though I could have easily seen him not doing so), but Feyre’s, Elaine’s and Azriel’s lives too, and in doing so played a crucial part in saving the whole world. How could someone see this person who is clearly broken and so alone, and beat him down further? And then to come back and see what state he was in, and essentially suicide bait him while making him a steak? It was such a harsh and cruel thing to do that it took me right out of the text, and I took some time with that thought in my head.

AFTER READING

I had been planning to jump into Silver Flames right away, but the sour taste of how Tamlin was treated in the last book was really bothering me, and I needed to share my thoughts with someone. None of my friends had read the books, so I turned online to see what people thought, and… I have to admit, I was shocked at the level of sheer vitriol directed in Tamlin’s direction. If this was after the second book, I could see some of it, but undoubtedly most people who were sharing their dislike of his character had read all the books, even past what I read. It didn’t make sense to me, that someone we knew was a kind and good person in the first book, who was warped by trauma and bitterness in the second but helped save our main characters in the third, only to be kicked while he was down, was so incredibly hated? The more I read, the more confused and honestly frustrated I started feeling. It was as if there was nothing good in his character, who quite objectively did quite a few good things!

Until I had read ACOFAS, I had taken everything as it had been delivered to me, through Feyre’s thoughts and words. Hell, I was so into it after the second book I went and bought the coloring pages and some very expensive pens! After, though, I began rereading parts of the texts in a more critical lens, trying to somehow connect the cruelty I’d read and felt with people’s words online, with what I thought was the point of the text, of healing through trauma, and how I has liked the various characters.

It was around then that I found I wasn’t the only one who had similar thoughts and feelings towards Tamlin’s character and how he was treated in the narrative, and the fandom. I noticed some things I had missed before, where Feyre’s perspective of Tamlin had shifted to make his character from the first book worse in the second and third. Not even inconsistencies in terms of character traits changing, but points where events in the first book were quite blatantly retconned in a different view entirely, and then for people to ignore the former for the latter because it made Tamlin worse. The more that I started looking, the more issues I started picking up, issues of characters being held to different standards by both the character in text, and the people reading them.

Now, a month out from reading the books, I think it’s become very clear that the author intended for people to strongly dislike Tamlin’s character, and for a lot of people, the author’s intention is enough to accept that view. When it comes to writing, though, an author’s intention ends with the words they put down, adding clarifying statements afterwards can help show their intention, but the intent is the same. Readers, then, are free to interpret a text how they will; not everyone is going to get the same experience from a story as everyone else, because people are individuals with their own outlooks on the world they bring to a text. Just because one agrees with the author’s intention with a text doesn’t make other’s differing interpretations less valid. People don’t have to like Tamlin’s character for all the reasons the author tells you, but that doesn’t make criticism of the view wrong, or bad. People who criticize the author’s choices and the actions of characters in a text are as valid as the author’s choice to write them in the first place. I’ve come away from this feeling Tamlin’s character has been “done dirty”, whether the author intended for me to have that opinion (she clearly didn’t). That doesn’t make my viewpoint less valid, just different, and based in the same text other interpretations come from.

In the end, I’ve come down from the obsessed high I had with the series, and I’ve settled on having very mixed feelings overall. Once my interpretation of the earlier texts had changed, it kinda rusted some of the luster the books had had in my mind and added a more critical, negative undercurrent to things I had seen as entirely good before. For me, that actually makes them more interesting, and I like the idea of talking about and debating points of a text and how they can be interpreted. I don’t know if I could recommend the series to other people, though, what with the feelings I’ve had towards the actual texts and the fandom around them. I will probably be invested still for a time longer, though - whether I read Silver Flames (the takes I’ve seen online are veeery mixed, but perhaps my take would be different than what I’ve seen) or the next book afterwards, it’s been a real and novel experience diving headfirst into it all.

[lorelune]

hey lore !!!!! I'm a big fan of your works <3 they honestly amaze me so much. i especially adore your world building it's just so ?? scrumptious ?! no seriously it's so good like i want to eat it up along with your characterization. i love how you enhance already existing world's as well as create new ones — not just world's but ways things work and intricacies within intricacies.. you provide such a clear idea that makes picturising it all so much easier and interesting

ive never written before other than some blurbs here and there on my notes app but recently hsr brainrot has been Hitting it lately and i've had way too many thoughts 💭 i was planning on maybe writing a fic.. but it requires insane amount of world building (and ik that's definitely not the right thing to start off on, as a new writer/for your first work but then again ig there is no right and wrong way to do it (?) it's more like my brain power might not support me and i’ll abandon it half way or something 🥲 haha) anyway i was wondering if you have any tips on how to worldbuild or build further on the existing ideas of certain organisations and all that sort.. there's just so many ideas haywiring and i would really love some advice if you don't mind. but no pressure !! sorry if this was too long,,

omg hello anon!! not too long at ALL hehe i'm gonna answer this below the cut hehe

first off THANK YOU 🥺!!! i appreciate your kind words so much <3 i really enjoy worldbuilding in my own writing and i'm very glad the ideas i bungle up translate well when actually in a story :'^) in my own little brainworld where i daydream, i tend to add details and layers to the original story that i do like... question if i can execute. so it is always nice to hear that they do in fact make it through 😭💓

as for advice!!

anon. so transparently. so REAL-y. if you have the brainworms for a story, even if its big and complicated and a lot to chew on it, just start!!! it is so intimidating truly but there is no better writing fuel than the muse of a story that has captured you. and!! if it does not end up finished, that is totally okay!! i have personally learned some of most valuable lessons writing while working on large pieces that ultimately ended up unfinished.

for more material advice:

when working on fic, i keep a lot of notes in a personal discord server. i have a wip channel and threads for certain fic ideas where i compile plot details, world details, fanart and inspo photos. it's super helpful!!!

one thing that helps me when i have big grand worlds in my head and i need to get them down and written is, instead of choosing to take a bite out of the whole world itself, i try to choose just a snippet or event and build around that. for example, in cicatrix, you get LOTS of lore abt calibrators and their relationship to the luofu, but plenty of what i had spinning around in my noggin didn't make it down. it wasn't relevant to the immediate story, event, or conflict, so it stayed unspoken. however, i think having really rich background going INTO writing these snippets of a larger universe helps fill things out and seem more like... lived in.

i will say. so indispensable. BETA READERS. the first few drafts of cicatrix where so ROUGH when it came to world building. i had the whole lore of calibrators and the luofu in my head, but getting it down clearly and in a way that made enough sense to an unknowing audience took a few read throughs and feedback by some lovely friends of mine. i highly recommend tracking down someone to read over your pieces and provide feedback on the things you're worried about!!!

and like... perhaps a little corny. but. believe in yourself. we are our own greatest critics, and the best attitude to cultivate toward the craft is that you can... do it. you just can. innately anon, regardless of experience, you can create the story and world you want to. bolstering a sense of confidence goes FAR esp if you end up writing a longer piece!!!

anon i got quite rambly asldkf. i hope this is in some way helpful!!! if you have any other questions, i am happy to answer!! i truly think writing immersive worlds is SO fun and engaging, and sometimes you just gotta. throw your hat in the ring. start the run and see where it takes you. i wish you such like and good tidings anon <3

[victorluvsalice]

-->So it was back home for the trio, where Victor fed Toothy AGAIN (hungry hungry cowplant), while Smiler went to sell the painting they’d made earlier and Alice sniffed around and had a scavenge, finding some literalite (a rare, very-cool-looking purple metal) –

Before heading to the jewelry-making bench to make her first set of jewelry! I decided to keep things basic for her first piece – quite literally, in fact, as the simplest set of jewelry you can make is the “Basic” set. XD I thus had her make a Basic metal bracelet out of the silver she’d picked up on her travels – I didn’t want to mess with anything more elaborate, in case it ended up botched (and thus couldn't be charged later on the crystal grid). Fortunately it didn’t, and she ended up with both an excellent-quality metal-wrap bracelet and Gemology skill 2. :D Maybe next time we’ll try something with a crystal in it!

-->As for Victor and Smiler – well, Smiler was feeling rather flirty after getting a message from a friend about a successful date she’d had, and Victor was full of confidence from having his familiar and getting a new spell. So, while Alice was making her jewelry, I had Victor go give Smiler a suave kiss, and sent them upstairs to Victor and Alice’s bedroom...

For a pillow fight! XD Okay, I was looking for the “Bed Makeout” interaction you get with the Cute Romance mod, but when I saw that I was like “I have never tried that and it seems like the kind of thing Smiler at least would do.” XD So yes, they went upstairs and promptly started thwapping each other with pillows until Victor ended up yielding to Smiler’s superior pillow skills. THEN they went ahead and had a bed makeout session (the interaction’s actually under the “romance” category when you click on a Sim – “Physical Affection,” natch). XD Once they’d had their fun, Smiler went to have a bath in their nice tub, while Victor dismissed Darkwing (who was probably like "can you dismiss me before you get frisky next time?") before heading down to his cauldron to do some experimenting. Alice finished up her bracelet while he was doing that and headed upstairs to resume writing her latest book, “Who Stole The Tarts” (on Smiler’s computer, of course), while Smiler headed downstairs to fix a wind turbine before going to chat with Victor and see how his experimenting was coming...

And that is where I left them, as it was getting a bit late and it was officially past midnight in the game. XD Whew – busy day, but a fun one! I am getting into them traveling around the various worlds in the game with their food stand and selling all sorts treats – it’s good gameplay, and makes sure I get them out of the house on the regular. XD Though speaking of their house, I’m starting to wonder if it’s time to revamp their lot...or perhaps move altogether. I like their little farm, but I don’t know if it really has the space for everything I want to do there. At the very least, it would be nice to add a basement for the nectar-making and aging...I’ll have to think about this some more!

However, next time we don't have house revamps – instead, we have party fun! Because I wanted to have Smiler send summer out on a high note, and because they hadn't seen some of their other friends in a while. What kind of party did they host? You'll have to find out next time –

But I will give you this hint: if you know anything about my experiences in Sims 4, you will know I consider this party at least LIGHTLY cursed.

[danganronpa96]

Hold on I'll ask a few but not a lot since I don't wanna be annoying lol.

Idk I have a fangan with these characters but the show is sadly underrated but have you watched 101 Dalmatian Street? Really good show, really good characters, really cute art. Really scary finale.

There was a question asked in the Penguinronpa QnA, two actually, and I wanted to ask these questions. Since 96 isn't complete you can just do like the characters slash chapters you've done up til then or just do 69 only.

For each character, what would they have contributed if they lasted longer in the story. Like the role. Antag, development, support, that one character who does nothing but survives anyway, etc

What's one thing for each chapter you'd go back and redo, if there was one thing for each chapter?

Sorry for question count I'm a very questiony guy. Also yes, this is York the guy who gave Bojack-o-lattern a ton of nicknames. Also I've watched some of Breaking Bad and watched Saiki K almost all of Season 1 (dubbed). Both are really fucking good. There's an Ao Oni movie apparently but the demon design is apparently bad, wait shit I'm rambling. Let me stop now.

1. I haven’t watched it myself, but as long as you enjoy the show yourself and the characters you’re writing, then that’s great! As long as you’re passionate, you could even convince others to check it out

As these other answers are kinda long, I’m gonna put them under the cut ↓ ↓ ↓

2. I’ll answer this for DR69 as it’s easier as that story is already finished.

Mr. Krabs - probably would’ve taken on an arc of greed or teamwork that would’ve reflected into Luigi in some way

Mario - would’ve taken on a very tight-knit support role for Luigi, perhaps helping him come out of his shell and befriend anyone Luigi would

Dedede - as a comical character in the story, it would’ve been funny if he did get access to a hammer or something and tried to break down a wall, only for it to actually lead them to somewhere useful (or makes a hole that a killer could utilise for a murder case)

Ashley - like a mentioned in a very previous post, she would’ve had an arc of coming out of her comfort zone and making more friends, gaining some confidence on the side to confide in others. She would probably become a close friend to Luigi, who takes on a similar type of parental role he does with Parappa (as one single man can never have too many kids)

2D - I’d like to think we’d get to see him perform at some point. Either as a performance with Miku and Teto, or maybe on his own without the cosmetics and show lights, singing to someone who needs the motivation

Peter - I won’t lie, I don’t particularly want Peter to be an endgame character, even in an alternative timeline. I think he’d continue to just be a comic relief character tho, just not so loudly during the darker parts as we get later into the story

Sans - If Sans was alive longer, sansmaeda would be able to be explored more than just during the trial and some parts before. Perhaps the relationship would cause some problems with trust, or it would change the dynamic of the group in someway (as the first sort of relationship they’ve been accustomed to). On his own, I think he’d begin to actually care about investigating himself and find some pretty useful things

Fluttershy - for Fluttershy, she’d be able to spread her kindness a lot further from when she died. Since she had her own doubts herself, however (seen in her diary), it would’ve been a good opportunity for her to receive help from others rather than just being so selfless. Also, she would’ve been able to share her drawings herself, allowing her to explain her creative process and see the others' reactions to her art

Brian - if Brian was persuaded to keep going, he’d have no regrets, more easily able to accept certain strange things and focus on what’s most important: saving everyone else. I think he’d often try to be self-sacrificial, but others would convince him they all need to stay alive together

3. I’ll continue to answer this with just DR69.

Chap 1 - add more events to the daily life. It felt kinda short, even if it was my first ever dangan chapter, and it would’ve been nice to see more events with the whole cast before one bit the dust. I’d like to see them all do something together -- maybe find a way to escape even if it backfires.

Chap 2 - this is more of a technical thing, but I accidentally forgot to have one of the three practicing the play (either The Conductor, Miku or Teto) mention they were rehearing in Classroom 1-A and not the performance hall during the night of the 2nd murder. This led to some theories believing the latter, which made me feel a bit guilty as it led some theories the wrong way.

Chap 3 - I mentioned before I wanted to also add more events to the daily life of ch3. However, I’d probably remove that um. Luigi having to be a real plumber for Peter scene because it was just gross and I only did it because I thought some people would find it funny I guess?? Like it’s not the worst thing ever but I don’t like stooping to toilet level humour often.

Chap 4 - for this chapter, I think I’d want to justify why Sans killed Peter himself. While taking on a selfless act as he didn’t want Nagito to die is alright, just Peter making fun of Papyrus doesn’t really reflect why Sans would get so mad. However, this was actually because in a very old plan I had, Peter had actually killed Papyrus himself (idk how or why but he did) and that confession would be what had led Sans into killing him. I mean I guess it could’ve been possible in a prequel type thing but it would make things more messy (also impossible considering Papyrus is alive for the albeit dead sequel)

Chap 5 - I think I would add more moments of Luigi seeing Parappa hanging out with Brian and trying to make him happy again. We only really see him trying to talk to Nagito, and not with the other two often. It would be nice to have Luigi at least know one thing they did together, making the moment it all falls apart in the trial much more harder to bear.

Chap 6 - I can’t think of much I would change here. However, I would’ve liked to add a part during the trial where Luigi reminisces on the others who have passed away, and I would add a CG of a collage of all the final moments of each character like how they did in SDR2 and NDRV3. I just think it’d look cool but painful as a reminder of all the deaths in one big image. I’d also add a CG right at the end of all 5 survivors standing together after escaping the school. I was planning to, but I got quite burned out after basically working on that final chapter so intently after such a long hiatus.

4. Hello again! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed those shows so far since I really like ‘em too. It’s nice when people check out the medias I write in my fangans!

[aparticularbandit]

For the prompt game, Roisa for #14 please!!

jealousy prompts 14) “I don’t like them all looking at you.”

Luisa is…aware is perhaps the best term that she has not been making some very good choices.  To be fair, those aren’t entirely her fault!  No one told her that the kombucha was spiked!  Or, uh, not spiked but definitely hard, there is definitely alcohol in this kombucha, and she really only knows that because Raf came up and swiped the plastic bottle at her and hissed out, “How can you be drinking at a time like this, Lu?”

She hadn’t known!  No one told her!  Why do they even make hard kombucha in the first place?

Maybe she shouldn’t be picking another bottle up again – she certainly doesn’t actually want to drink more liquor, no matter how much she does want to drink liquor, particularly the kombucha, which hadn’t been that bad (it hadn’t been great, as far as kombucha goes, but it hadn’t been bad either) – but she picks it up anyway, eyes narrowing as she reads the label.  Something about Jared Leto.  Okay, now the whole thing makes sense.  Of course, Leto would try to put alcohol in kombucha, and of course, the not-so-washed-up model hosting this party would fill the boat with—

“Luisa!  Hi!”

Speaking of said not-so-washed-up model—

Birdie’s always been very friendly, and she not any less than that now, wrapping one arm around Luisa’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder.  She scowls as she sees what Luisa is holding.  “I thought you couldn’t drink that stuff.”

“Nope!”  Luisa grins as she drops the kombucha bottle into the ice chest.  As she straightens, Birdie drops her arms from her waist, and as she turns, Birdie steps back just enough.  Honestly, Luisa wants that dress.  The rainbow sheen is gorgeous, and she always loves bright colors.  Of course, it doesn’t have a print, but not everything needs a print.  “No one told me about the alcohol, no one ever tells me about the alcohol, I thought kombucha is fine, but—”

“Oh, honey, everything has alcohol!”  Birdie smiles at her sweetly.  Then her head tilts to one side.  “Except the water.  And maybe the lemonade, but someone’s probably spiked that by now.”  She reaches over and pats Luisa’s hand.  “You should stick with the water!”

Lusia’s eyes widen.  Water.  Water sounds divine right now.  “Where is that?  Is there food?  I’m starving.”

Birdie gives her a onceover, and her smile grows smug.  “I’ll take you!”

~

The thing about being drunk is that even though Luisa notices people staring at her falling all over the not-so-washed-up model hosting the party, she doesn’t care.  Birdie’s a friend, and she’s being a friend, a very dear friend, although if she’s honest, Luisa wouldn’t mind being more than friends for, like, a few hours, maybe, especially not with Birdie’s hand on the small of her back as she points out the water bottles and the amazing spread of food—

“Luisa.”

She knows that voice, a hissing whisper in her ear, and she almost freezes.  “Rose.”

“Everyone is looking at you,” Rose hisses through gritted teeth.

Luisa pauses, her hand still on the large metal spoon, and then finishes scooping another spoonful of whatever mixture of fruits are in this salad sort of thing before turning and looking up at her girlfriend stepmother.  It’s so much easier to act smug, confident, sure of herself, and not drunk when she looks up at Rose, raising one eyebrow.  “Is that a problem?”

Rose grips Luisa’s wrist tight.  “I don’t like them all looking at you.”  Her gaze flicks to Birdie, narrows, and then returns to Luisa.

“You lost that right when you married my dad,” Luisa says, pulling her wrist out of Rose’s grasp and pushing past her.  “If you really wanted to—”

“Luisa,” Rose hisses again, grabbing her wrist again and not letting go, even with Luisa’s tugging.  “You’ve been drinking.”

Luisa sighs.  “Even the kombucha has alcohol in it, Rose, how was I supposed to know?  It’s like they made it just to get me drunk, I didn’t mean to drink—”

“Babe, I got you a bottle of water,” Birdie interrupts, not reading the room because Birdie never reads the room, and holds the bottle out to Luisa.  “I already drank some of it, but it’s really good.”

Luisa takes the bottle from Birdie, but Rose’s hand moves to the small of her waist, where Birdie’s had been, and moves closer to Luisa.  “I think it’s best that Luisa leaves.  All of this alcohol everywhere is a horrible temptation for her, and it’s worse when she’s already been drinking.”

Birdie’s eyes widen.  “Really?” she asks, a little too loud.  “And here I thought we were just having a good time!”

Now.  Luisa has to make a choice.  And choices are really hard when she’s drunk, but she can…she can make them.  Most of the time.  Not always good choices, but they’re choices.  She takes a step towards Birdie and then hesitates, looks up at Rose, and the smoldering fire blazing in Rose’s dark blue eyes holds her in place.  “Rose is…Rose is right,” she says, pouting as she says it.  “I really should go.”  She sniffles.

~

The thing is – given the choice – even sober – Luisa will always pick Rose.

Wicked stepmother or not.

She will always pick Rose.

[ruewrites]

Kinktober Day 11: Orgasm Denial

AO3

Ship: Lucifer/Solomon

Word Count: 1050

Warning: smut

A/N: This kinktober is brought to you by, I want to see Solomon as submissive and whiny. I can write him as a simp, as a brat, doesn't matter. Just submissive and whiny.

Comments are appreciated!

Solomon groaned in frustration once more. His brow was dripping with sweat, his chest was heaving,  and his cock stood aching and red between his legs. A tiny pool of precum had steadily and his hands, tied above his head, were useless to help him. This was the fifth time Lucifer brought him to the brink of orgasm now, and the fifth time he’d walked away to read a paragraph of his book and sip at his tea.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed release, it felt like his body was one fire, like he was standing just on the edge of a cliff before the drop. But the drop never came.  Instead he was stuck on the cliff’s edge, staring, waiting. 

Begging wouldn’t work, he’d tried already, and the look on Lucifer’s face when he’d done so had been burned into his memory. He could have cum from that alone if the situation had been different. 

“No more words for me? Not even a little?” Lucifer asked, glancing up at him from the page he’d just flipped, “Interesting, perhaps I’ll finally be able to get a little more reading done without your incessant whining.”

Solomon didn’t even make a noise this time. Lucifer took even the slightest utterance from his lips as insubordination, he couldn’t repeat the last session, he might actually cry if they did.

He’d been cocky and confident at first, but with each stroke leaving him unsatisfied and wanting he couldn’t bear it anymore. He needed release, he craved release. It was such a carnal need, a desire beyond desires. He was trying to think of something, anything else, but his twitching, aching cock was the only thing on his mind. It was pleading between his legs for Lucifer to finally finish what they’d started. He was trying to make an effort to be on his best behavior, praying to whatever may have been listening that it would be up to Lucifer’s standards.

Normally, he’d be more than thrilled to pushed Lucifer’s buttons, he’d love to see how far he could push things. Was he a brat? Perhaps, and if he was he thoroughly enjoyed it, unfortunately, he would always have to pay for his behavior afterwards. This? This was worse than any other punishment Lucifer could dish out. He would take lashes with Lucifer’s whip, or even spanking with his hardest paddle, over this. No marks were left, but the stirring in his loins had reached an unsatisfied crescendo.  

The worst part?

He was helpless to do anything. 

There wasn’t a single thing he could do to change Lucifer’s mind.

Lucifer would decide in his own time when he had suffered enough. 

When that would be he had no idea.

So he was stuck, strapped down and helpless as he listened to Lucifer sip at his tea and turn each individual page of his book. Solomon had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity before he finally set the book down and groaned as he stretched his arms. Solomon didn’t dare react, he couldn’t, not if he wanted to get his way.

“What a lovely way to end a story,” Lucifer sighed. Solomon didn’t dare move his head as he heard the demon rise from his seat and make his way closer to where he was laid out, “You like to read don’t you Solomon? Perhaps I could lend it to you at some point. I think you’d enjoy  it, consider it a small act of kindness from me.”

Lucifer’s finger brushed against the underside of his cock and Solomon jolted, but he stopped the movement before he went too far. He didn’t want Lucifer to stop, not this time, he couldn’t take another ruined release. 

“But perhaps there may be something that you want more right now? Something I could possibly help with?” his fingers wrapped around his length and a devious grin spread across his face, “Well you did let me finish my book.”

His thumb swiped the bead of precum over his head, and Solomon almost broke there, but he continued to hold on to his resolve.

“Perhaps it’s time for me to help you finish then.” 

Lucifer wasted no time starting this time around. Solomon didn’t even have time to think before he was back at his peak once more, and then he was tipped over. Lucifer hadn’t even done a single thing besides use his hand. He hadn’t gotten undressed, taken off his gloves, or even uttered an ounce of dirty talk. All he did was take him to the cliff’s edge over and over and over again, until Solomon learned his unspoken rules.

Only then had Solomon earned the right to cum.

And when he spilt over Lucifer’s glove, he came with a cry and his vision went dark, dotted with tiny stars. His body shuddered, and his breath escaped his lungs. His senses avoided him for a while, and when his mind did come back to him it was Lucifer tracing a single finger down his spent cock. His body shuddered once more, and Solomon knew he was on the edge of passing out as Lucifer undid his bonds. 

“Well that was fun wasn’t it?”

Lucifer had removed his gloves. Bare kin was touching Solomon’s own as his bonds were undone, warm water and lotion taking their place. 

“I must admit that it was wonderful earning your silence, I quite like the sound of it.”

A water bottle was pressed to his lips, and cold water ran down his dry throat.

Water had never tasted so wonderful before.

“Perhaps I could hear it again sometime, I had never heard such a beautiful noise in all my life.”

Ah, Solomon knew what he was doing now. Lucifer was testing him, seeing how far he could get before Solomon retaliated once more. As Solomon’s mind came back to him, so did his sharp tongue and cockiness. He let his head lull to the side and a grin spread across his face. Could he be walking into a trap that promised more punishment? Oh most certainly. 

But the real question was whether he cared.

“It takes a lot to buy my silence, and permanently is out of the question.”

No. No he did not.