#so excited for the full release of this game tomorrow!

[explosionbob]

How could you possibly slay her?

[iiwontgiveuponmilkk]

Subspace | F.W.

summary: *requested* she spent the day purposefully teasing him and getting on his nerves with only one thing in mind. fred fucks her into subspace and takes care of her, she got a little more than she bargained for, not that she's complaining.

word count: 2075

warnings: straight smut, dom!fred, teasing, some fluff, okay honestly it's straight filth

notes: so excited to have a request after such a long time! may change the gif, can't find the right one... also may update this one again, it feels a little short

minors dni. 18+.

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She was driving him mad, absolutely mad. She waltzed into the shop around noon that day to bring him his lunch. The lunch he would have never forgotten if she hadn’t decided to tease him from the moment she woke up. She decided to join him in the shower this morning, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He thought it was cute at first, then she was gripping his cock in her hand. She waited until a groan fell from his lips before she released him and slid out of the shower. He had turned, reaching out to grab her and pull her into him, but she had managed to slip just out of his reach. He went through the morning frustrated, thinking about what he would’ve done if he wasn’t already running late that morning. And here she was now, a tiny little skirt on that was barely longer than his jumper that she wore. His eyes drug up her body, finding her smiling innocently at him when he met her eyes, batting her eyelashes at him. “I brought your lunch, seems you forgot it this morning, Freddie.” She handed him the small bag, a blush on her cheeks. He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, pulling her against him. “And what are you up to now, love?” He whispered in her ear, nipping her earlobe. “N-nothing, just making sure you eat today.” She smiled, trying to hold her composure. She gave him a sweet smile, distracting him as her hands moved to his waist. Her fingers hooked under his belt, pulling him against her. She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. “You might want to eat that alone.” She bit her lip, a mischievous look twinkling in her eyes. His hand snaked around her waist, “and why is that, love?” The way he looked at her sent a shiver up her spine. She was sure he would take her right here and now if the shop wasn’t full. She let her fingers ghost over his growing bulge. “You’ll see.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, wiggling out of his grasp and leaving just as quickly as she came in. 

Fred had left a few minutes early, telling George he would close up tomorrow. He had stormed into her flat, finding her cooking dinner. “Oh, hi love.” She grinned, her smile slightly falling as he stalked over to her. “I see you’re still playing your little game.” He shook his head, looking her over. The skirt from earlier was gone, leaving her in just his jumper. He pulled something delicate and lacy out of his pocket, dangling it on his finger. “Did you misplace these? Hmm?” He raised a brow, watching her bite her lip. “I-” She started, only for him to cut her off. “You what, love? You just wanted to tease me all day, is that it?” His hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the counter. His hands slid over her thighs, pushing her legs apart. A whine left her lips as he drug a finger through her folds. “Have you been this wet all day? Just waiting for me to come home?” The only answer that came from her was a moan as he slid a finger into her. “I really shouldn’t be rewarding you.” His voice low as he thrusted his finger into her, slowly working in a second. She rocked her hips forward, trying to get him to go faster, to give her more. “Freddie, please.” She whined as he pulled his fingers out of her. “Not a chance, love.” He lifted her off the counter, gently pushing her down on her knees. She looked up at him as he removed his belt, unbuttoning his slacks. She slid her hands up the front of his thighs, her fingers grasping the waistband of his slacks and boxers, tugging them down. His hand wrapped around his dick, giving it a slow pump. His other hand ran through her hair, grasping a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She wet her lips, looking up at him. Fred gave a quick tug on her hair as she slid her hands up his thighs. Her left hand gripped his thigh as she spread her fingers. Her other hand wrapped around his dick. She ran her hand up his length, brushing her thumb over the tip. Fred reached out, lifting her chin to pull her gaze back to his. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You look so good on your knees for me, baby.” He smirked, gently pushing her head forward. She parted her lips, taking his tip in her mouth. A small groan came from him when she swirled her tongue around him. Her hands came to rest on his thighs when she started to move. He let her go at her own pace, but soon realised she was still teasing him. The slow strokes of her tongue and shallow movements, and the look in her eyes when she looked up at him. He grasped her hair tighter, thrusting his hips forward. The moan that fell from her lips as he fucked her mouth made his head fall back. He pulled her off of him when he felt himself getting close. His fingers left her hair, grasping her chin gently as she stood. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. She tangled a hand into his hair, the other grasping his shoulder. His hands slid down her body, grasping the back of her thighs as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He nipped her bottom lip before swiping his tongue along it. She parted her lips, her tongue brushing against his. 

She gasped when Fred dropped her onto the bed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking up at him. “Are you ready to behave?” He looked down at her, holding her gaze as she nodded. He shook his head as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Use your words, princess.” He slid his shirt off, watching her as she pulled his jumper over her head. “Yes.” She reached out for him as he moved over her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, his eyes dragging up her body. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He smirked as he got to his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, yanking her down until her hips were at the edge. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping the skin before he moved down her leg. She watched as his mouth moved closer to her pussy. Each nip seemed harder than the last. Her head fell back when he pressed his tongue to her clit. His name fell from her lips when he plunged two fingers into her. She felt herself getting closer, then he dragged his teeth over her clit. She yelped at the feeling, her eyes rolling back when he sucked her clit between his lips. He curled his fingers, her toes curled, a moan leaving her lips as she clenched around his fingers. He pulled his fingers from her, he looked up at her as he pushed his fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks heated at the sight, causing him to smirk. He climbed over her as she scooted up the bed. She leaned up, kissing him. She pulled him down as she laid back on the bed. “You’re in for it, love.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. “You’ve had me thinking about being inside of this pretty little pussy all day.” He gave her no warning as he sank into her. He tangled his fingers into her hair at the back of her head, yanking down. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted into her. She gasped when he nipped at her collarbone. He maintained a tight hold on her hair. The pleasure mixed with small kisses of pain was starting to overwhelm her. Her nails dug into his skin when she felt the warmth building in her stomach. She moved her hips to meet his, trying to reach her orgasm. Fred kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to hers as she came, lewd moans falling from her lips. 

He flipped her over, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. His hand moved up her back, pushing her chest down to the bed. She turned her head, reaching to move her hair out of her face. Fred grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head as he leaned over her. “Let go, love.” He whispered in her ear, rubbing his tip through her folds. She whined, pushing her hips back when she felt his tip at her entrance. He let go of her hands, leaning back. She gasped when his hand collided with her ass. His palm smoothed over the red handprint. “What did I say, princess? Let go, let me take care of you.” She gasped as he slammed into her. “F-Fred.” She moaned, “I-i.” Her words lodged in her throat as her breath hitched. He slammed into her relentlessly. She knew what she was doing earlier, teasing him. She just wanted him to come home and fuck her over the counter. But this? This was even better than that. She yelped when his hand came into contact with her ass again. He smoothed his hand over her hips, digging his fingers as he pulled her back against him to meet his thrusts. Her legs were shaking, she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. He leaned down, wrapping his arm around her chest, pulling her up with him. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck as her back arched. She whimpered with each thrust. He pressed his fingers into her pulse point, her head falling back onto his chest. He glanced down at her, noticing her mouth fall open. She reached up behind, tangling her fingers into his hair. He slid his other hand from her hip and between her thighs. He used his fingers to circle her clit. “Look at you, taking me so well.” Fred groaned, giving her a hard thrust. Incoherent babble fell from her lips as her free hand gripped his arm that was pressed across her chest. He could feel her clenching around him, he pressed his fingers harder into her clit. She whimpered when she finally came, the feeling almost too much. Her fingers tugged at Fred’s hair, her eyes fluttering shut. Her fingers slowly slid from his hair as she started coming down from her orgasm. His hips snapped against hers, a groan leaving his lips when he came. She moaned at the feeling of him spilling into her, clenching around him again. He kept thrusting until she was trembling as she came again. She mumbled something incoherent again as her body relaxed against him. She was putty in his hands, if he let go of her, she would fall to the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed as he pulled out of her. He laid down next to her, rolling her over and pulling her into his side. He smirked when he noticed the dazed look on her face. He smiled to himself as he realised what state she was in. She curled into him, laying her head on his chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her 

“Hey, love.” Freddie whispered, dragging his fingers up her arm. “Mm?” She hummed, nuzzling her face into his chest. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her head. They laid in silence for a while as he held her. Her fingers traced paths between the freckles on his chest and stomach. “What are you doing down there?” He asked quietly, being patient with her. “I’m naming the stars.” She mumbled, moving her head to look up at him. A lazy smile graced her lips as she looked up at Fred. He brought his hand up to her cheek, tracing a finger under her cheekbone. “You want to take a shower?” He asked, holding her soft gaze. She shook her head gently, pulling herself closer to him. She nudged his chin with her nose, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he brushed his nose against hers. She brushed her lips against his, biting her lip as a small smile formed on her lips. It didn’t take long for her to shift so she was laying on top of him. He lightly drug his fingertips up her spine. 

“Freddie.” She mumbled, lifting her head to look at him. “Yeah, love?” He asked, turning his head to look at her. “Can we take a shower now?” She asked, giving him a small pout. 

[thesassypadawan]

Broke The Internet...Again *part 1* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: Just a silly, little drabble about the whole Empire photos being released. Just thought it would be fun to share.

Warnings: None, really. Just some playful banter and cuteness.

Notes: Hope you lovelies enjoy part 2! 😘

- “I’ll help dry in a minute. I’m checking something real quick.” You just finished with dinner and were finally able to look at your phone. It had been going off like crazy during the whole meal. Well, at least it did until you muted Lord Vader’s breathing.

- You hop up on the island, next to the sink. Thinking it was going to only be a bunch of spam emails or score updates for the hockey game or both.

- At first, you’re mildly surprised to see it was all notifications from your various social media apps. Then extremely surprised when you open one and begin to scroll. “Oh…ohh…OhHH?! What do we have here?!”

- “What is it, angel? Your team actually winning?” Hayden jokes; elbow deep in soapy water, a playful smirk on his face.

- “First off…rude,” you pout. Getting a hand full of the bubbles and throwing them at him. “Second…you remember that shoot you did for Empire? The one where you wore that really sexy black outfit I liked?”

- Returning the favor, he places a big glob on the tip of your nose. “I remember VERY well; we didn’t leave the bed for a whole day,” he says smugly, flashing you that damn panty dropping smiles. “So what about it?”

- You grin at him mischievously, legs swinging all giddily. “Weelll, apparently the pics were released today and…” You show him your screen. “Congrats, Hay, you went and broke the internet…again.”

- The look on his face as he sees all the posts, absolutely priceless. He’s always so cute and yummy when he’s embarrassed. “I…um…sorry?”

- “Don’t be! Proud of you, you big dork!” Leaning over, you place a kiss on his very red cheek and whisper in his ear. “In fact, why don’t you let me show you how much I am.”

- His eyes widen slightly, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Right now?”

- Biting your lip, you give him a small nod. “I’ll even put on my really sexy black outfit you like… You know, the lacey one.”

- That did it. Dropping the sponge into the water, he doesn’t even bother to dry his hands. Just scoops you up and starts to make a b-line for the bedroom.

- Letting out a small, excited squeak, you wrap your arms around his neck. “What about the dishes?”

- "They’ll still be there in the morning or afternoon,” Hay chuckles. “Or maybe even tomorrow night.”

[itsrheasgirl]

WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW?

Chapter 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2235

SUMMARY: THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ISN’T ALL RHEA LOSES WHEN SHE’S FORCED TO TURN ON HER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND IN ORDER TO GET A PUSH IN HER CAREER, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF ALL IS LOST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A FOR THIS PART.

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The WWE and how its writers worked had never seemed to faze Rhea. She’d become so used to them throwing curveballs in her career that when Triple H pulled the two of you into his office after an average Monday Night Raw, she knew something was coming. It had been two weeks since the announcement had been made public that she would fight alongside you for a shot at the women’s tag team championship and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried, but Rhea, she knew it all seemed too easy. She hadn’t faced a title match recently without some sort of trouble to follow. They were pushing her career and she knew that, but she wished they would cut her some slack.

“So… we’ve got the breakdown for next weeks match and I just wanted to run it past you both in person.”

Immediately Rhea knew something was off. When it came down to the game plan, it always came via email, the full break down from beginning to end. Interviews and all.

Placing her palm down onto your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze, she turned her sapphire gaze in your direction as a quizzical expression captured her features. You could feel the tremor that vibrated her palm as it lay against your exposed skin, your own fingers winding with hers to keep her hand steady.

It had only been a few months since you and Rhea had made your relationship public— even though you’d been in an off screen relationship for almost a year, but it had been welcomed with open arms by your fellow co-workers and the general public weren’t exactly mad about it either.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea pulled her focus from you and turned back to face Triple H head on as he leant back in his chair, chewing nervously at her lower lip.

“Demi you have to remember I don’t make the rules, this wasn’t my plan for you and I don’t want to hurt you— Either of you.”

Rhea’s palms began to sweat as the words sunk into her already panicked thoughts, mixing with the confusion that was washing over her about the whole situation. Triple H’s deep hues flicking away from his lock on her and over to you as he spoke. Your grasp around Rhea’s hand tightened slightly as you contemplated what had been said. He didn’t want to hurt you. What did that even mean?

“I tried my best to change this, I need you both to understand that but it was already approved, I was too late.”

Rhea’s heart began to pound in her chest, her panic only getting worse with each word that left Triple H’s lips. What could they possibly have planned that would shake up such a strong man to the point he had to apologize?

“Just spit it out, Paul!”

Rhea snapped, as she released your hand and slammed both her palms down hard against the desk before her. The loud bang echoing in your ears and causing a small gasp to bubble in your throat, you grasped gently at her shoulder and graze your thumb slowly along her soft skin.

“It can’t be that bad, baby.”

Your gaze was locked on Rhea as you continued to trace small circles against her shoulder blades, but hers was fixated on Triple H. He still hadn’t told you the breakdown and it was starting to itch at her brain, like a tic burrowing into her conscious.

“Then why are we here? Why wasn’t this sent out just like every other week? If it’s not that bad then why is he acting like this?”

Rhea’s jaw was clenched, the veins in her temples flaring and her fingertips turning white as she gripped at the edge of the desk. Each passing seconds causing more and more tension between the two individuals as you tried your best to keep Rhea calm.

Triple H inhaled a staggered breath as he joined his palms and placed them down against his desk, glancing at you swiftly before shifting his gaze down to his hand.

“You lose.”

Rhea’s features don’t even shift as she scoffs to his response, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she fights back a sarcastic laugh. Triple H wouldn’t have called the two of you into his office for a simple loss, you’d both experienced loses in your career and not once had they made such a big deal out of it.

“And that helps my push how, Paul? Because if I remember correctly the last time you had me in here you were telling me I was a superstar and about to get the headlines I deserved.”

She couldn’t take much more of this, it was all too cryptic and if she didn’t get answers from Triple H soon then she’d go get them from someone she knew wouldn’t make her wait.

“They’re breaking you up Dem, they want you to turn on Y/N after the match. That’s it, okay. Team’s over. I tried to fight for you, both of you. I told them this wasn’t fair but the decision is made and the betrayal is already in motion.”

Rhea’s heart sank in her chest as she bolted upright to a standing position, her chair flying backwards and almost toppling over as she once more slammed the flat of her palms down against Triple H’s desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You could see the sudden shock claim Triple H’s features as he witnesses Rhea’s outrage, his lips parting slightly in search of what to say next. Not like he really had the time to respond as Rhea shoved at his desk to drive it back towards him, her nostrils flaring as she once more raised her voice.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend Paul, what sick son of a bitch would write this. What kind of a story arch is it to destroy an actual fucking couple?”

You couldn’t believe the rage that was starting to burn behind Rhea’s eyes, her sparkling sapphire blues casted in a shade of black as she began to pace back and forth across the room, your gaze flitting between her and Triple H as he simply watched her without a word.

“You know what, no.”

Rhea stopped in her tracks and snapped her piercing gaze down to Triple H as he went to speak, her tone filled with so much upset and heartbreak.

“Change it, or I don’t fight!”

Rhea didn’t even give him time to reply before her swift strides had her moving in the direction of the door, swinging it open to have the block of wood collide with the wall behind it as she disappeared into the hallway.

It took a few moments for words to be exchanged once more, Triple H’s expression cloaked with disappointment as he turned his attention towards you. He could tell you were hurting too— even though you were hiding it well, exhaling a shallow breath before he addressed you head on.

“I’m sorry.”

Was all he was able to spit out as his broad palms rubbed over his face, words trapped in his throat as he process the best way to continue going.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door in which Rhea had left so abruptly, secretly hoping she’d come back and talk this out. You knew all about the push WWE had planned for her— you’d talked about it in length over a bottle of wine the night she’d found out, but you didn’t expect they would be separating you so soon. You were thrilled that Rhea was finally getting the shot she’d worked so hard for, but in turn it left you in the dust. Thrown aside like a used Kleenex.

Finally giving up on the idea of Rhea’s return, you shift your focus back to your management as he still sat face in palms at his desk. Maybe you’d have to be the one to talk with Rhea and bring her round to the idea, you wanted her to thrive— to be the superstar you knew she truly was and if that meant losing her, then so be it.

“What’s the rest of the plan, Paul?”

You questioned. Your tone was calm and almost consoling as your fingers wrapped around Triple H’s palm and pulled it down from his face, holding onto his callus fingers as you searched his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her. I can fix this, just tell me what she needs to know and I’ll make her listen.”

Maybe the words coming from you wouldn’t sting as hard and things would be able to play out the way the WWE intended, Rhea always listened to you when it came down to the importance of her career and if losing her meant she would become the strongest contender in the women’s roster, then that’s what would have to happen.

Triple H had yet to speak and you were beginning to worry, maybe this betrayal was worse than you thought. Giving his palm one more gentle squeeze, you release your hold and placed your palms flat against his.

“I can take it, Paul. Just tell me what she needs to know. Please.”

With a long exhale, Triple H finally lifted his gaze to meet your questioning ones. His lips curving into a warm smile as he leant back in his chair and placed his palms on the back of his neck.

“Edge wants her. The game plan is that she’s eventually going to be the newest addition to The Judgement Day.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your palm slowly sliding off the table to fall into your lap and you swallowed back the saliva that had pooled on your tongue. The Judgement Day, that’s what they had planned for Rhea? They were taking her away from you to put her with Edge?

Sure you had problems with Edge and Beth, both of them causing past issues for your career and leaving you almost ready to call it quits all together, but that’s where you are Rhea differed. She was strong. She could take a beating and keep going, nothing slowing her down. She didn’t need you to protect her, she could handle herself and this situation would be no different.

Chewing at the inside of your cheek and fighting back the desire to blow up in Triple H’s face, you force your lips into a faux smile. You didn’t want to be the reason Rhea’s career took a hit, even if the idea of Edge getting his hands on your girl tore at your heart. The Judgement Day could take Rhea places you couldn’t and as much as it hurt you, her career would always come first.

“When?”

Was all you could ask in a calm tone, worried that if you said much more your anger would become evident and you didn’t want Triple H to feel worse about the news he was giving you.

“Three weeks.”

Your mind went blank, you couldn’t breathe, the world around you felt like it was beginning to spin and all you could focus on was Rhea’s happiness. You had to— because if even for a second you let that focus slip, you’d lose her completely. You had to let your issues with Edge be just that, your issues and you had to support your girlfriend if you planned to keep her.

You wanted to say more. Triple H didn’t deserve to be belittled anymore than Rhea’s reaction already had done, but you couldn’t think of what was best. You could thank him for trying to stop the break up of your tag team, for supporting Rhea and helping her get the attention and success she deserved or you could just get up and leave. You’d already told Triple H you would let Rhea know the plan and now you knew it, there was no need for you to be there anymore.

Swallowing back more saliva that collected on your tongue, you rose from your seat and moved round to stand at Triple H’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

The room fell silent for a few more moments as you both delved into a deep contemplation, neither of you opening your mouth to speak first. There was a lot more to this situation that you wanted answers about, but you needed to get back to Rhea. You hoped she’d gone back to the hotel, but there was no knowing where she was until you went looking.

Placing your palm down onto Triple H’s shoulder, you gave it a gentle squeeze. He always looked out for Rhea and when the two of you had gone public about your relationship, he had been the most supportive out of the entire faction. He’d done all he could do and you were thankful for that, but now it was your job to convince Rhea she had to do this. For her future.

Crossing the room with swift strides, you turned back to face Triple H with a warm smile. He’d been put through a ringer of emotions and you didn’t want him thinking he’d caused damage that couldn’t be fixed. Exhaling a shallow sigh, you pulled your palm through long curls before knotting it up on the top of your head.

“Thanks for trying to save us, Paul.”

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TAGLIST: @girlofpink @rebecca-quin @bl0w-m3 @coolbeans-17 @noellia @rooskaya-yelena

[midstpodcast]

Xen 🎷, did critical roles support of midst affect how you did the music for season 3? Season 2’s music was much more distorted and free form than season 1, did a similar change happen for season 3? Even saying the season 3 has me excited for its release tomorrow!

🎷: A thousand times yes! Prior to partnering with CR, Midst was a hobby project we worked on in very limited off-hours and weekends, and the music of seasons 1 and 2 were similarly created with minimal time and resources. Partnering with CR has allowed us to work on Midst full-time, and that’s been an absolute game-changer where S3’s music is concerned. It’s made a world of difference in my ability to pour serious time and attention into the soundtrack, so keep your teletherics cranked up: there are some ABSOLUTE TUNES coming, lemmetellye. ;)

[ladylooch]

can I request maybe some Nico fluff. maybe some comfort too 👉👈

A/N: Thank you for this 🥰

Nico fluff may be the best fluff. This is part of the What My World Spins Around AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: She's drunk, fluff, mentions of male genitalia, a lil handsy- above the clothes stuff.

The key hole of mine and Nico’s apartment swirls in my vision as I attempt to stab my key in. I blink, trying to steady the circle in my line of vision. The world keeps spinning and my eyes close again. I sway into the door and giggle. 

Drunk might be an understatement for me.

The Devils ladies all went out on the town to celebrate our Bachelorette, Drey. Fully decked out in penis attire, we tossed back shots of vodka, tequila, and something else pink and sugary that I can’t remember the name of. It was entirely too much fun and alcohol. I barely made it out of the Lyft without falling on my face.

I brace my hand against the door to push off. I look down at the penis swinging from the gaudy pink necklace around my neck. I giggle again, then attempt to shove the key back in. I gasp in excited surprise when it goes in. I flip the lock and stumble through the door. I wince, noticing my disturbance of our dark and silent apartment. It’s well after 2:00am and it’s good Nico is asleep. Tomorrow is another game day.

I carefully grope my way in the dark to the kitchen counter. I settle my purse there then reach down to unzip my black ankle bootie.

“Fuc-” The whole word doesn’t make it out of my mouth before I’m falling over onto the oak floor. I clasp my hand over my mouth as giggles assault me again. Tears pool in my eyes as I gasp for breath between my fingers. My abdominal muscles crunch with tension at trying to hold the noise in.

Nico’s chuckle from above me has my eyes flying open in surprise. I release my full laughter when I see him awake. 

“I fell over.” I tell him between breathy giggles.

“I see that.” He responds, smile stretching his cheeks wide.

“I think I need help.” I croak at him, holding my foot up towards his face. He secures it in his hands, holding the heel with one and sliding the zipper down with the other. He pulls the shoe off, tossing it to the floor behind him. He releases that foot, then motions for me to put the other up. I do so silently, watching the way he looks at me. While I’m drunk on alcohol, he’s drunk on love.

All night while we celebrated Drey, I couldn’t stop the yearning for my day. I could see myself dressed in white, a cheap crown on my head and big, pink heart sunglasses pressing to my face. When it’s my turn, I want it all. I want a large cut out of Nico’s face and my favorite kind of cookies and a silky, pink sash with Future Mrs. Hischier in gold, glittery letters.

“Do you like my necklace?” I ask Nico as he tosses the other boot away. I spin the large penis around my finger, flicking my tongue out at him. Nico laughs loudly, raising his eyebrows at my suggestiveness.

“You like dicks bigger than that.” He jokes. My head falls back to the floor as I laugh loudly. 

“I do!” I exclaim as he holds his hands out for me to get up. I grip them tight and he tugs me standing. “Oh no…” I sway to the right, but Nico steadies me. My nose scrunches up and I grip his biceps hard. “The room is… spinning.” I sputter, gritting my teeth against the nausea I feel. “Bleh.”

“Yeah, the beds probably going to as well.” He tells me. “Let’s get you some water. That should help.”

He helps me to the sink then shuffles between a few cabinets and the fridge. He returns with a cup that’s fizzing and swirling with ice cubes.

“W’as this?” I murmur, bringing it to my lips anyway and taking a glug. “Oooo it’s salty.”

“There’s a Nuun in there. I’m trying to get some electrolytes back into you.” 

“That’s gonna kill my buzz.” I say, extending the cup back to him.

“Drink, baby.” He says, using his no nonsense tone. I furrow my eyebrows together sarcastically with a pout.

“Oh, Captain Serious is here now.” Nico snorts laughter at me, leaning his butt against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah and he says no bed until that glass is gone.” 

I try my best, but can only get half of the glass down.

“My legs are tired.” I whine to him, trying to slide down to sit on the floor.

“Okay, okay. Let’s just go to bed.” He is laughing at me again, my pathetic nature making his sweetness accelerate. His hands wrap around my body, pulling me tight to him. His lips hover over mine as he takes my necklaces off along with the feathered boa I forgot I was wearing. As he sets them on the counter, I feel a tug of uncertainty.

“You’re gonna marry me right?” I whisper against his lips when he leans down to kiss me. I hang from his shoulders like a baby chimp. Nico pulls back so he can see my full face. His strong hands squeeze my back ribs assuringly then slide down to tuck in the back pockets of my jeans.

“Yes, baby. I’m going to marry you.” He presses our lips together again.

“Right now?”

“No sweets. I want you sober when I promise forever with you.” He chuckles. His hands glide to lift me by the backs of my thighs.

“That is soooo sweet.” I sigh to him, resting my cheek on his shoulder. His assurance has a happy bubble building in my chest. I burrow my nose into his neck, enjoying the way his stubble tickles my skin.

We get to bed and he begins to undress me. Soft kisses are placed all along my body. First on my shoulder, then on my chest, followed by my thighs and calves. My skin buzzes from the connection. I watch with burdensome lids as he replaces my bachelorette clothes with pajamas.

“Touch me.” I ask him, biting my lip as he slides his large t-shirt over my shoulders. His thumbs come up, circling my nipples twice before pulling the hem all the way down. He’s too much of a gentleman to take it any further. He pulls the comforter back on my side. I crawl my way slowly up, settling against my pillow to wait for him. 

When he slides into bed with me, I snuggle up close to his side, curling my knees up into a comfort cocoon with him. My hand wanders down to the tie on his pants, fiddling with it.

“Tomorrow, love.” He murmurs to me, lacing our fingers together and moving them to rest on his chest beside my head.

“I think you’re too good for me.” I whisper to him, eyes lazily blinking as sleep begin to call for me. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“Me either.” His eyes don’t even open as he speaks to me. He’s so sure, holding his forever. I grin, pressing my lips to his pec over his shirt. When I place my cheek on top of my kiss, his hand comes to stroke at my scalp. His fingers weave their way between my now sloppy curls, massaging me into a deep, drunken sleep.

[chloe-caulfield94]

I won’t do this

I can’t

I don’t want to

There’s no absolution to be gained

for my sin

by sweeping its victim

under the rug

It crushes me to know

that you wanted crumbs from my table

to be your last supper

I don’t know

what happened yesterday

A switch was flipped

in my brain

(or in my soul?)

and I became

a better version of myself

for a day

She’s gone now

but the feelings she brought

from a different world

beyond the sea

still remain

like a pirate’s treasure chest

full of Spanish dubloons

that people would kill for

I feel

bitter shame

that I left you

in the rear-view mirror

Cool relief

that now I know

why I am in this world

Sweet joy

of hearing your voice

Electric excitement

of touching you again

It doesn’t matter if we manage

to claw back from the universe

all the years I stole from you

or if a storm washes us away tomorrow

We can be happy

and carefree

and yes

we can love

even on the darkest of days

Your life is not yet forfeit

even if you can’t see it now

because of my cowardice

I want to hold your hand

even though you can’t

hold mine back

I want to kiss your lips

and I know you can

kiss mine back

Whatever time we have left

I desire for it to be filled

with many more days

like the one we just had

The real treasure is love, I said

in what feels like another life

But it was just a few steps from here

and I still mean it

I promised over and over

to stay at your side

and with all my heart

I intend to keep my word

this time

Even if you don’t want me to

Yet

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„I am never leaving you again!”. The powerful and beautiful promise was still hanging in the air, like the last part of an echo slowly fading away, when Max regained control of her body.

“I love you” – Max said in a loud and confident voice.

Chloe turned her head towards Max. Chloe’s eyes, red and wet from crying now expressing surprise. And something else. Was it a tiny flicker of hope? Max wanted to believe that.

Max continued her confession: “I love you. I promised to always love you on that stupid recording which I sent you after your accident, as salt for your wounds. And here I am, years too late. But I love you!”

The flicker of hope was gone from Chloe’s eyes, like a tiny flame blown out by cold wind. She lowered her gaze to her own motionless body and said: “It’s fine, Max. You don’t owe me anything. I should have never asked you for that”. In a much quieter voice she added: “Your tape was not like salt. It was like a bandage. It got me through the months after my accident. I would listen to it on repeat. Even after it became clear you would never come”. Chloe lifted her gaze and looked at Max. The utter hopelessness in Chloe’s eyes broke Max’s heart. Chloe continued: “You don’t have to wallow with me in my misery. You don’t have to sit here. I release you from your promise. Go back to the life you’ve built out there, outside of my cage. Go back to the friends who won’t bring you down. You’ve spent a day with a dying friend. You’ve done your good deed”.

Even though Chloe spoke calmly, her words were like a whip. Max was filled with shame, so bitter that she could taste it on her tongue.

“I am not here because of words I said years ago. I’ve already proven that I don’t care about my own word. I am here because I love you now. I know I don’t have to be here. But I want to. You can release me from my already broken promise. But you can’t tell me not to love you”.

“What does that even mean, Max? That you love me?”

“It means this …” – Max placed her hand on Chloe’s hand. Even though Chloe didn’t feel it, she blushed. “And it also means this …” – slowly, looking Chloe deep in the eyes, Max brought her face close to Chloe’s and gently kissed her on the lips. Chloe kissed her back, making up for her inexperience with eagerness.

A smile lingered on Chloe’s lips for a while. But then her hopelessness dealt her another blow.

“God, Max, I am so pathetic. You saw me staring at you the entire night and you decided to give me a pity kiss goodbye”.

Max knew making up for years of neglect was going to be difficult. But she wasn’t about to give up easily.

“That was not a kiss goodbye. It was a kiss welcome. And I kissed you not out of pity, but because I wanted to. Very much”.

“Max, you know I’m dying, right? We don’t know how much time I have left. Maybe in six months I’ll be long gone”.

“I don’t care. If the time still left is short, that’s all the more reason not to waste even a moment of it. Chloe, it kills me to know that you wanted crumbs from my table to be your last supper. Just one day and that’s it? But what if we could have many more days like that?”

“But … I didn’t think you’d actually want to stick around with me for longer than that”.

“Whatever time you have left, however long or short it might be, I want to share it with you. Every moment. That’s what me loving you means”.

They sat looking in each other’s eyes for a longer while, processing the momentous revelations of the day. And it was still just early morning.

The beautiful moment was cut short when an alarm in Max’s cell phone started ringing.

“Shit! I have classes soon. I’ll come back straight after school, I promise, Chloe”.

When Max was at the door, Chloe said to her: “Max, please. If you don’t mean the things you've said, if you don’t actually want me, if you’re not going to come back, you have to tell me now. You can’t give a gift like that and then take it away”.

Max walked over to Chloe, kissed her hair and said confidently: “I’ve never been more serious in my life”.

Chloe was smiling when Max left the room.

[jo-harrington]

Jo, my love 🤍

For a little Heaven/AASB prompt: A Nightmare on Elm Street

Chelsea my love 💜 This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. (The last blurb game I played.) I love you and know you needed a little time to feel better, but hopefully this can make you smile a little. Sorry this is so late, I am TRASH.

Haven't ready Heaven yet? Find it here. And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

It had been a month.

A month full of nightmares and worry and tentative touches.

Eddie walked on eggshells around you, making sure you knew how much he cared about you—how much he loved you—while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, hoping to soothe whatever demons lurked just beyond your consciousness.

But he couldn’t deny it anymore.

You lied to him.

And he needed to confront you about it.

“You saw Nightmare on Elm Street without me,” he exclaimed as you opened the door to greet him, ready for a night in.

Your previously excited expression fell.

“Eddie, I—”

“Nope,” he interrupted and pushed past you into your apartment. “I don’t wanna hear it. You said you didn’t want to go with me and you went anyway.”

After the whole incident that night in November—the one that had you practically clawing at his door, covered in soot and muck and smelling like smoke—he had treaded carefully. You had put on a brave face but he knew that you weren’t ok.

You flinched when he touched you if you didn’t expect him to. If you spilled any gas when you went to fill up your car, you’d scrub and scrub your hands until the skin was raw and throbbing.

However, the nights where you stayed together—whether at your apartment or at the trailer—and you woke up panting and in a cold sweat were the worst.

Which was why he didn’t protest when you turned down seeing the movie with him, despite having been excited several weeks before when you’d seen the preview for it on tv.

“That looks absolutely amazing. I can’t believe they’re waiting for November. They should have released it for Halloween!” You gushed.

“Listen, that Terminator movie seems pretty cool too,” he justified. “We’ll just have to wait.”

So the two of you waited, and Eddie waited even longer, it seemed.

He didn't bring it up when the Hawk began advertising it on the marquee--he thought he was giving you time before springing a nightmare monster on you--but at Thanksgiving, Wayne had mentioned it after the commercial popped up during dinner and you immediately became flighty.

"That the movie you kids were thinking' of seeing?" he asked around a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

"Yeah, we need to get tickets before the Hawk features another show." Eddie turned to you. "How 'bout it, angel? You're off tomorrow."

"Oh, umm," you pushed your fork through your macaroni and cheese and shrugged. "I'm kind of...tired. I was just gonna stay in, if you wanted to just come over and watch movies with me there."

Eddie agreed, of course. Not only was he eager for any amount of time he could spend with you, he just...didn't want to push you before you were ready. He also didn't want to be the kind of boyfriend who steamrolled you just because he wanted to do something.

He'd been around enough assholes like that and he knew, whether you explicitly said it or not, that you had been too.

Still...he really didn't want to wait until Family Video had the tape for rent.

So on the last day that it was at the Hawk, some dull little Wednesday at the beginning of December, he went. Brought Jeff, Gareth, and Dave under the guise of it being a treat for a great set the night before. (They really had done a good job.)

And on the way out, he noticed the poster still hanging outside of the box office. The creepy claws, Heather Langenkamp's petrified gaze. Maybe seeing the movie would be too much for you, but the poster would look really good on the otherwise-barren walls of your little apartment.

So told the boys to wait in the van so he could beg and plead and possibly bribe the theater manager--one of Rick's fishing buddies--to give the poster to him.

Imagine Eddie's surprise when the older man pulled a post it off the side of the cash register and said it was already spoken for. That surprise only increased tenfold when he recognized your name and phone number scrawled there.

Eddie asked when you'd claimed it.

"Yeah, a big group from Bradley's came by right before Thanksgiving" the manager shrugged. "You know old Tim likes to do...what do they call it? Team building? Whatever new fangled ways that you get out of paying out a holiday bonus."

Eddie didn't know how to feel...he knew you kept secrets...he did too. It wasn't that the two of you were lying to one another, per se...this certainly felt like a lie though.

Why wouldn't you just tell him you had seen the movie?

The two seconds it took for the theater manager to take a breath and get to his feet were an eternity for Eddie, and in that eternity, he spiraled in insecurity. His doubt in you, in your relationship, in himself.

He didn't want to do it. Didn't want to be this way. But what else should he think--could he think--but that it was his fault when everyone left?

The theater manager exited the box office and walked over to the poster display. He fished keys from his back pocket and unlocked the little window, then pulled the poster out and handed it to a numb Eddie, oblivious to his internal conflict.

"She said it was some kind of surprise for her boyfriend," the manager explained. "But...you're practically Rick's kid. I can't say no to you Ed. Just don't tell anyone where you got it. I don't want to get some kind of phone call saying I'm...out to destroy young love or something."

Just like that, all of the doubt exited his body.

Now here he was, standing before you as you stammered and tried to explain, as you tried to say that you had no choice. You paced and worried your fingers together and he knew he had to stop you before you got too caught up in your guilt.

He pulled the poster out from where it was tucked inside of his jacket and held the roll out to you.

"What's this?" you grabbed it from him with a frown.

"The scroll with the instructions for the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch," he grinned and urged you to look at it.

You unfurled the poster and the tension in your shoulders dissipated.

"You could have just gone with me again," Eddie offered. "I wouldn't have minded."

"I just...didn't want to be a disappointment to you," you sighed. "I know you were looking forward to it. You always cover my eyes during the jump scares. That's your favorite part."

"No," Eddie shrugged. "My favorite part is making out with you during the credits."

You rolled your eyes and rolled the poster back up to hit him with it.

"Hey now, don't damage the goods," Eddie laughed and grabbed you by the arms to stop your playful abuse. "It took a lot of work to woo old Bill into giving me that poster."

"I wanted to surprise you," you scoffed. "I was even gonna give him $20!"

"You seriously underestimate my ability to charm people, sweetheart," Eddie teased. "Hypnotize them, get them to fall for my devastating good looks."

"I guess I'm just immune to that charm," you snarked and he shifted his hands quickly to your waist tickle you. "Ah no Eddie!"

You shrieked and squirmed until you started to go limp in his arms, unable to withstand the assault any longer. His fingers slowed down and he took the opportunity to smack a kiss against your lips.

"Just you wait. One day I'll find the right words, the right enchantment," he vowed in a faux menacing voice. "And you'll never escape my spell, ever again."

[ettawritesnstudies]

Thank You

If you’ll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:

No finished manuscripts

A pipe dream of ever publishing my work

A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles

Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas

A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account

At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories weren’t going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:

All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.

The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking “I wanna write a book!”

I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, I’ve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. It’s incredible to see how far I’ve come, now being able to claim:

A finished manuscript of Storge

A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers

8 short stories and an audio drama

An active mailing list

Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each other’s releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.

140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ❤

Now I’m on my way to my new job – I’ll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while I’m in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but I’m beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.

Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, “I’ve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.” Now I’m living in the future, and I can’t wait to write the next chapter.

[bloodbathfortwo]

HI! I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO RELEASE! WE HAD AN INTERNET DISRUPTION FOR ALMOST A WEEK, JUST IN TIME FOR THE POLLS TO FINALIZE THE VOTES!

HERE WE ARE, THE SLEEPING BEAUTY, A DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT FANFIC BY YOURS TRULY!

!NSFW AHEAD!

[NON CONSENSUAL DRUG USE AND SOMNOPHILIA! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. DON'T LIKE THIS PIECE? JUST SKIP.]

Sleeping Beauty :

The text seemed like a joke: I prepared dinner, get home safely and let's hook up soon. Nigel stares at it for a few seconds to try and register the thought.

Alex rarely takes the initiative, and seeing his partner this sentimental makes Nigel chuckle to himself.

His shift at the mortuary is never dull, he's filled with such warmth at the reminder that he has someone to go home to: a sanctuary in Alex's arms. Nigel can't help but smile as he drains the blood from the carcass of an old woman on his work table, Alex still in his thoughts.

Yet, a gut feeling in his stomach excites him, a singular thought of twisted events that might happen tonight.

Nigel isn't naïve, he knows what Alex harbors in that pretty little head of his.

"Jack," his tone is laced with curiosity as he whispers to himself. "I can't wait to play along to your unpredictable games."

— — — — — — — —

Alex's heart is thundering in his ribcage, loud and vivid as he continues to cook a storm in the kitchen, restless as he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

The visceral feeling of Nigel, pliant and defenseless in his hands, all to himself makes the anticipation twice as sweet.

While Nigel is on his mind, he plates the Creamy Garlic Shrimp on a big white bowl that reminds Alex of a Nigel's smooth white skin, the plates the same color against the stark contrast of the black and gray tabletop and an array of candles lit across the dimly lit room: The ambience sensual and intimate as Alex takes mental notes of his surprise, a box containing a the carcass of a white rabbit and the sleeping pills mixed in his portion of food.

He's aware that mixing sleeping pills in your partner's food is utterly insane but that's the point of their love: Predatory and complex to its core, they were born cad, surrounded by death. Yet their love is true.

Alex can still hear his heart pounding rampant in his chest, thoughts running a mile a minute: Nigel motionless underneath him, the sounds he's making a sweet song to his ears as he Nigel beckons him to go harder on him in his sleep.

His hunger is insatiable, the single thought of Nigel fills him full.

Alex shakes his head out of his thoughts, his head is too far up his ass and he will never be able to function properly with a boner. He has to, no, needs to accomplish things for the night without distractions - though Nigel is considered a distraction, he sticks like a sore thumb from time to time.

With arousal pooling in his stomach and his thoughts of Nigel, he continues to make the house presentable and himself as well.

— — — — — — — —

"See you tomorrow, Colbie!" Those were the last words that he heard of, his excitement makes him want to run a marathon. Nigel's smile doesn't dissipate, there's a hollow feeling in the back of his mind that makes him restless.

He can't wait to see Alex, all prepared for this dinner, pink dusted cheeks that reminds him of the sunsetting and those freckles that is dotted in his face, the sweater Nigel had bought him on impulse simply because he thought that the color green and the gray splashes really brings out the color in Alex's eyes. And their wedding ring that glistens underneath the candle lit room, shining like the brightest star.

He seldom walks careen, but the ache in his heart is louder than the beating of his heart.

Nigel finally makes it on the familiar street, he makes two left turns before a looming old apartment makes its appearance, chipping paint and rust embossing the building with unkempt windows, tall grass concealing the area and an unused playground.

It's a peculiar neighborhood but it has been a part of them, inseparable little pieces that they've grown attached with. Alex had once tried to play on the rusty swing set and it ended in an atrocious disaster for Alex's clothes. Nigel had found solace in those blurry windows, tall dead grass and the creaky floorboards: everything simply felt natural, just like how a man and woman naturally fall in love.

Nigel never knew how it felt to be normal, all his life he was treated like he was different, an outcast amongst the crowd. Because of that, Nigel built a façade, something he treasures to bring tranquility into his deafening and distracting life, something to keep him safe, away from the normal.

A smile occupies his face, his eyes settled on their floor where he can see the candles illuminating through the glass panes. Nigel rushes his way through the building, making sure to do his routine, greet Mrs. Cruz good evening, pet the cat — Willow — that resides in the apartment 3 floors down, and to give directions to Mr. Smiths who has Alzheimer's.

He finally arrives at their doorstep, the inviting smell of garlic and milk combined makes Nigel’s mouth water. He enters past the threshold to see Alex sitting in his chair with roses in his tight fisted hand.

“Alex,” He turns his head towards the sound, like a dog patiently waiting for its owner to come home. “I’m home.” Nigel places his shoes on its rightful place on the shoe rack beside Alex’s newly bought loafers.

“Welcome home,” his tone sounds like a melody in Nigel’s ears. “I’ve brought you roses. I know they’re not your favorite but these were the only ones available.” Alex hasn’t done this in awhile. It’s been years since the last time he’s planned a surprise. The last time was when he was with this senior girl, 15 and 19 with such naivety, he surprised her with the same thing: A candlelit dinner, roses and a night full of fucking. She was tight and warm, Alex was so lost inside of her that he could barely recognize himself, lost in ecstasy. She clawed at his back with her red colored nails, leaving marks in his wake, a remembrance of their consummation, a foolish romance. After permeating the room with the smell of sex and sweat, they had lain awake the whole night, talking about how they wanted to spend each other’s life together and how no one can stop their undying love for each other: What a stupid kid. Alex watched her leave that morning, with bags packed accompanied by someone else that wasn’t Alex. She left with something that Alex will never be able to have again, Love. But as he watches Nigel through his lenses, with roses at hand, he can’t help but feel a slight tinge in his heart, some sort of longing that he barely expresses. Alex is still that naive 15 year old who just recently lost the ability to love. Yet Nigel, God, Nigel made him love him, with his snarky attitude and his likeness for all things dead. He is perfect.

“I like it, Jack, these will do just fine.” His voice is sultry, cold to the ears as he smiles from ear to ear. “I see that you’ve taken great effort to pull this surprise for me.” Nigel had surveyed around their quaint apartment, the dining area connected to their mini-kitchenette, their living room that was over raided by books and taxidermy, then the bathroom to which he had noticed had been cleaned and organized for this event. He gets a much appreciated hum from Alex, a slight tinge of redness dusting his cheeks. Just like a dog, he likes being praised. They both walked towards the dining table, plated food, candles that varied from color to give such a familiar atmosphere and the box containing Alex’s gift.

“Oh, this is for you by the way,” Nigel catches the glimpse of him clutching a box, decorated with white that reminds Nigel of something banal, a saint, as he slides the box from across the table, smiling. He smiles, something he rarely does that only Alex can bring out in him, as he feels around the soft edges of the white box that is decorated seemingly of bunny paw prints. Still oblivious to this, Nigel opens the box and much to his surprise, inside was way more ornate: a plethora of flowers embossed the inner walls of the box and bright grass that the carcass of the bunny lies on. “The poor guy was lying on the streets on the way home. So, I thought he might’ve good use for you.” Alex’s voice is distant, static in his ears as Nigel continues to admire the animal: A part of him grieves the death of it and part of him finds it justifiable, A sacrificial lamb silenced for good, just like him. Nigel brings his hand on top of its fur, petting its silky and soft body cautiously. He looks up to Alex, he’s staring at him with such intensity that could be mistaken for nervousness. A smile spreads across his face as he closes the lid of the box, setting it aside for dinner.

“He will be of good use to me, Jack, thank you.” Nigel says, a part of him sees himself in that bunny, fragile and weak not because he’s dead, simply because he wants to surrender himself to him, experiencing the euphoria of deliverance and his wholeness. Alex can feel the heat from his body travel up to his face and groin. The primal rouge in him, seeking liberty away from its restraints. He wants to see Nigel like this bunny, vulnerable and oblivious to the things that can and will happen to him. Alex watches him like a hawk, the rush and anticipation bubbling in him. And as much as Alex tries to stay blind, he knows that Nigel knows the things that'll unfold once they start. A mutual burning desire that links themselves for an eternity. Nigel places the box down, gently before he looks at the plated food in front of him: aromatic and spicy to the nose and pungent and creamy on the tongue yet pleasing to the eyes. It's been their comfort meal for the past week. "I see that you've mastered the recipe Mrs. Cruz has lent you." The silence between them thinning as each second passes by, eyes linked to each other, unwavering, Alex is tense with such animosity in his aura, the pinnacle of resistance from his desire while Nigel stares at him, taut and laid back.

"It took some effort but I think I did just fine, why don't you taste it?" The sun has descended right into its throne, in deep slumber, leaving the Moon to dance around the sky, yet Alex can feel the sweat form in his forehead as he sits glued into his position for far too long that it's starting to get uncomfortable. Nigel's mouth inches upward slightly into a half smirk. Alex has never done this before, yet the thrumming of his heart says otherwise, like he was born to hunt. His eyes reflect his deepest desires, and Nigel scans him like an open book. And as if He's reading his mind, Nigel nods and serves himself a spoonful of the viand. Alex watches him, eager and expectant, a part of him wants to hear Nigel’s assurance and praises while being able to dominate him, be the bigger one, Nigel eats, abolishing his plate cleanly as Alex watches him in pure deafening silence. He finds himself staring back to Icy blue ones, breathing hitched into the back of his throat as if he’s on an emotional rollercoaster ride, the ambience still as romantic the minute Nigel arrived, Alex takes the first scary step, he held out his hand with a big soft smile on his face: as if to say “It’s okay, I’ve got you after this, I won’t leave you until you’re satisfied.” Persuading him was the easiest, but knowing things in his head is the hardest. “How was it?” his clutch on his hand tightens, Nigel is still staring at him with those eyes, eyes that follow his each move.

“It’s excellent, Alex, I love it.” He calls his name like a chain, tied around his neck like a souvenir, one of a kind, valuable: Nigel’s grip on his hand is unwavering, the night is as young as them that makes him at ease. He continues to stare adoringly into those emerald eyes, mesmerizing, before he feels the sudden lightness in his head, clouds headed for his mind to take him into a deep slumber, his eyelids are heavy and the drowsiness is unbearable. He’s aware that Alex had stopped holding his hands, head lolling forward on his plate, the beast has been unleashed and it is never turning back and it desires Nigel and his heavy sins, and Alex is his saving grace. Alex watches Nigel slowly go lax, the momentum of his body going downwards on his plate with Alex catching him with his hand.

Alex stares at him, innocent eyes scanning if Nigel is hurt from the sudden fall. His brain is on fire, excitement and arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach as he continues to stare at his husband: his shallow and slow breathing, the steady beating of his heart and the warmth residing in his body radiates on his hand. Alex slowly guides Nigel’s sleeping frame into the backseat where he leans as Alex continues to watch through his hooded eyes. Thump, thump, thump, his heart is roaring in his chest as he knelt beside him, and his ever so slightly trembling hand that reaches up to Nigel’s lips, tracing every little curve and chipped skin as he licks his own lips. He brings back his hand, sucking his finger with his thoughts in disarray: Nigel tastes like heaven with the taste of dinner, so intoxicating and savory sweet. “Let’s go to bed, Love.” his tone hushed as he rubbed comforting circles on Nigel’s thighs, his heartbeat spiking up as he continued to touch him through his trousers, feeling the warmth seeping through his trousers: Alex stood up with Nigel in his arms, secured and comfortable as he made his way to their bedroom.

— — — — — — — —

Alex is huffing vigorously as he continues to pound in his tight wet heat, harder and faster as he reaches his 3rd climax: A guttural groan coming from the back of his mouth as he spills into his deepest depths, painting his inner walls white earning a quiet mewl from his sleeping husband. His head is still in the haze as he is still inside of Nigel, still asleep. His lax body against the plush pillow, those luscious plump lips and his face scrunched in pleasure that slowly descends into a peaceful one.

Sex and sweat lingering in the air, tense muscles on fire, the fast pace of his heart as Nigel lies there, scandalously in deep sleep just how Alex likes it: Obedient and Obliged. As he continues to breathe through his mouth against his exhaustion, Alex slips his middle finger in his abused hole, Nigel groaning against the intrusion: Tight and filled to the brim. "My god, Nigel, so good for me." He can't believe how turned on he is by Nigel's sleeping form, the thought of the man being this defenseless in his arms brings him such savage thoughts, thoughts worth discussing with Nigel awake, though Alex likes him this way: clueless to his advances. His cock is hard again, making him frustrated, his muscles are on fire from keeping Nigel in position, stuck in an uncomfortable position to continue to pleasure the both of them. Nigel is barely moving, like the dead, sleeping peacefully underneath him.

Alex continues to thrust his finger inside of his wet heat, dragging his hips excruciatingly slow as he elicits a whine, so desperate and needy. His cock twitches to life inside him, making Alex flushed, cheeks on fire from the reaction. Slow and easy, he takes the time to rest while using Nigel as he pleases while giving him the pleasure, hitting the place he loves. The tightness around his cock is unbelievable, Nigel fits into him so perfectly. He brings his soiled fingers up to his lips, lathering his lips with his sweetness, the pungent taste lingering in his lips as he suckles his fingers, eagerly lapping up Nigel's slick like a dog, hungry and in need of sustenance. Like on autopilot, Alex begins to roll his hips, barely just hitting the spot As Nigel clamps down on his aching cock, groaning at the reaction.

Alex's hands flies to his husband's ankles, holding both of them in one hand as he jackhammers his ass, the heat from his body traveling all the way to his groin, the beating of his heart is in his ears as he tries to reach his 4th climax, the want — need to fill Nigel up with his seed without defiance. Alex's bents down, placing both of his legs on his shoulders, bending him in half, rough, as he licks and sucks on his nubs, hard and sensitive to touch: Nigel moans loudly, a telltale sign of waking up that further riles Alex up. Alex continues to suckle on Nigel's nipples, alternating from one nub to another as he continues to pound into his heat, hitting a bundle of nerves that makes Nigel arch and scream awake.

"J-Jack! T-there, right there!" He howled as he's literally bent in half, Alex's head is lolling inwards as he watches his cum covered cock disappear in him, eyes focused as the arousal builds up in him, walls clenching around him as cum drips in Nigel's inner thighs making him smirk deviously. Nigel looks through his blurry lenses, tears filling his eyes in pure ecstasy as he feels his prostate being hit all over again, cheeks flushed and his hole gaping and abused. The urge to grab onto Alex is looming, lingering, he wants to kiss him, he needs to kiss Alex, he wants to feel one with him. And as if it's telepathy, Alex bends down on a level with him, locking lips that are sure to knock each other's teeth, their tongues meeting and their lips colliding. They can both hear their hearts beating in unison, one soul, one body, one mind, one heart.

Nigel can feel the coils in his stomach turning, and he can feel Alex's erratic thrusts: a tell tale sign of climax. "I'm close, Nigel, let's come together, call me by my name, darling, please." His pleading makes Nigel sputter as he listens to Alex's panting, desperate sounds of climax. Nigel's eyes shot wide open when he feels his hand wrapping around his stiff cock, Alex jerking him off in unison as he pounds frantically. Hands grabbing purchase on Alex's back, leaving trails of print against his back as he calls his name in blind pleasure, Alex finishing once more inside of Nigel.

The intense smell of sex and sweat is evident in the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin halts, the discarded clothes and the still opened lube that Alex had purchased just earlier that day lies on the ground, His eyes are dilated and he's breathing like he's on the verge of death and like he's been knocked the winds outta him. Alex backs up, watching his cum ooze out of Nigel's abused hole before lying beside him. They lay in silence before Nigel buffaws, catching his husband's attention.

"The taste of the sleeping pills were quite obvious, do better next time." Alex groans, He knew he should've added more salt to that goddamned recipe. Alex watches Nigel continue to laugh at him like he wasn't being pounded to a minute ago. Alex nudges his husband slightly, his laughter dying down. "It wasn't bad for our first time. I'd like to try this once more. I appreciate the effort, Alex." Nigel slithers quite swiftly into Alex's arms, lathering kisses across his chest and neck, smiling against his skin. "Let's clean tomorrow, it's the weekend." Nigel says before he drifts off to sleep.

Alex lies there awake the whole night, carding his fingers through Nigel's soft locks as he thinks of a better way to do it once more.

[jmdbjk]

Happy b-day Hobi.

Definition “spate”: a large number of similar things or events appearing or occurring in quick succession. A spate of live broadcasts in one week’s time...

2/10: Jimin the Lego king.

2/11: Jungkook’s workout starring The Chair. 

2/14: That little sneaky cat Yoongi dropping that bomb on us.

2/16: Namjoon's live. Short with a neck mark. 

2/17: And then Hobi on his 29th birthday. Could this be the last birthday live we see from him? For that matter, have we seen the last birthday lives from Joon and Jimin as well? Will they be tucked away somewhere on a military base by the time their next birthdays come around? We’ll see. For sure if Yoongi blesses us on March 9 with a birthday live THAT will be the last one from him as we expect him to be enlisted before the next one. 

Anyway, back to Hobi...

The Jack in the Box documentary was AMAZING! And he was so excited that it was finally released. 

He showed us his photofolio and said that he barely recognizes himself in the photos and now they seem to have a different feel for him. I am thinking since the fo-fo was so far in the past, even before his work on Jack in the Box commenced in earnest, he desired to show something other than sunshiney J-Hope and this was the beginning of that for him. And he saw us all immediately tagging the long purple haired images as “Legolas”. Nothing gets by him y’all. 

He seemed to choose his words carefully even saying he had a lot going on but was being careful what he said...But he does eventually talk about Hope in the Street. This project will be just as amazing as everything else he’s done. I hope we get to see Hobi exploring all the facets that street dance encompasses today. He said he’s almost finished filming it all but does not know when or how it will be released.

During this live he also said things like: why did J-Hope work on all of these things? In time we will see and understand. He mentioned a few times how time seems to really be flying by... perhaps his military service is staring him in the face and he is trying to do everything he wants before it is time to enlist [sound of my heartbreaking]. Hobi will be 30 next year. But let’s be honest [as Jimin would say]... we need them to get their butts enlisted so they can be back sooner than later... right? It’s a waiting game for us. They will do what is right for them when the time is right.

But just think of all the memories he has now of all these things he’s experienced on his own. 

The Bangtan Speed Dating agenda was alive and well in the comments. We seem to have moved on from Party Party Yeah and Yoongi Marry Me... finally.

Was he hinting that he filmed Suchwita earlier that day??? YES PLEASE!!

My heart is so full watching Hobi and Jimin’s friendship featured on both the doc and during Hobi’s live. They definitely epitomize BFF goals. Hobi says he’s seen Jimin unusually a lot lately. Them both being the workaholics of the bunch, it’s no wonder. Does anyone know which Sandcastle game it is they play? And them speaking in shorthand code: “understandable why it got dirty” and “are you coming tomorrow?” They know stuff we don’t. It’s not nice to keep secrets from us...

Yoongi showed up in the comments too with “Happy Birthday Bro” and I’ll finish it for him: #itsSugahyung ... since they apparently have abandoned the bird app. Times... they are a changin’...

[parts-of-imagination]

Pleasing Together - A Kenma x Reader fanfiction

(despite being an account dedicated to being kenma's love, i have never posted fanfiction for him. Until nOW-)

(Also if it bugs you that I use they/them pronouns for my stories, even if the premise of the story has to do with an afab reader, then my account isn't the best fanfiction account for you. I don't care what you say, i'm not dealing with it.)

Kenma rushed to his gaming setup as soon as he got home. Ever since he had met y/n on a gaming forum, he had been very excited to play when he got home from boring college lectures. Y/n was the funniest and nicest person he had ever met. He also thought they were kind of really...pretty. They always called using discord while playing so he knew exactly what they looked like. Beautiful eyes, beautiful voice, beautiful..everything. That he could see of course. He had triggered the discord call for him and y/n, smiling a gentle , heartstruck smile.

"Kenma!!" they called out through the other end of the call.

"Hey, idiot" kenma said with a quieter tone. he blushed as he looked at them through their face cam. They laughed at his comment.

"Alright then! The usual?" they asked. They were, and have been for a week, been getting through Halo competitions.. Kenma nodded and then turned off his camera, booting up the game on his computer. Y/n smiled and booted up the game as well. Kenma put up their camera on his other monitor while making sure that his was off.

As they played, kenma kept looking over at y/n's screen. His eyes lit up every time he saw them. What sold it was when y/n stretched in a specific position, raising their shirt, showing their beautiful body. Kenma blushed. He looked up at the game, realising that no one was really playing besides the two of them so Kenma thought this would be the perfect opportunity to take a little bit of a break, of some sorts. On y/n's end, all they saw was kenma in an idle position in game.

"Hey Kenma, are you there? Is your game glitching?" they asked. Kenma jumped and bumped his setup, accidentally turning on his camera. Y/n saw him, leaning back in his gaming chair, touching himself as he stared at them blushing. He shut off his camera as quickly as possible, hoping they didn't see much. But, of course, they saw it. They saw it all. As they felt warmth spreading in between their own legs,they bravely reached over to their microphone, turning on their microphone.

"Kenma, turn your camera on again. I wanna see you again." they say as they slink a hand down in between their legs under their pants. Kenma blushes and hesitantly turns on his camera, showing him in full beauty. Y/n blushed bright, looking at him, his hand wrapped around himself, and what was even better was they could see from the look in his eyes that they did this. They did all this to him. They smiled and started to plunge fingers in and out of themselves to give him a little show. They moved themselves up a bit to show kenma in full what they were doing. To put the point across even better, they pulled their pants down to the ground and showed kenma their naked lower half. Kenma looked at them and saw the parts of their body he had only dreamed about. He turned on his microphone and started to drag his hand up and down at the same pace y/n was doing to themselves. They each looked at each other as they pleased themselves. Kenma's lust for y/n soon took over and he was spitting out lustful sentences like there was no tomorrow.

"Y/n..you're so beautiful. God, it would be even better if i was actually there with you, pleasuring you on my own.." Y/n looked at him in his golden eyes and nodded. They started to go faster, letting out moans that made Kenma almost want to release himself right then and there, but he didn't. He wanted this to last longer, so he kept talking to them in a lustful tone while watching and listening to them drive themselves to the edge. He knew what was coming next.

"K-Kenma I-" they muttered, trying to make it out as their legs shook. Kenma smirked. "I know pudding. I know. I wanna see you release. Oh I wanna see it so bad. You know I do." Kenma stared up into the ceiling as he heard it. Their beautiful moans sounded fantastical. He was scared it was like a few of his naughty dreams, where he would wake up, but this wasn't a dream. He heard their voice. Their wonderful noises triggered something in him, and he released in his hand, grunting and moaning throughout. Y/n sank back into their gaming chair and sighed.

"kenma?"

"What?"

"Promise me, when we finally get around to traveling to each other's countries, you'll actually keep your promise and please me own your own?"

"Heh. Of course, pudding."

[buriedself]

@ HIDDENJEM JUST POSTED … thank you for the incredible response to f&s just one day after release ! so excited for the book signing tomorrow. come say hi !!!!!!!

001. STATISTICS …

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: james abeke muyiwa. NICKNAME(S): jem, jamie. AGE:   twenty8. DATE OF BIRTH:   february 9th, 1995. PLACE OF BIRTH: new brunswick, new jersey. CURRENT LOCATION:  upper west side. GENDER:  genderfluid. PRONOUNS:  she/he/they, no preference. ORIENTATION:  bisexual. OCCUPATION: author. EDUCATION LEVEL: mfa in writing from columbia.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:  5'6. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS: one in each ear. CLOTHING STYLE:   1) comfortable. 2) colorful & fun. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS:  biiiiiig smile.

HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   peanuts. SLEEPING HABITS:   poor. will often wake up in the middle of the night to write & stay up very late. non-existent sleep schedule. discord status is always active. EATING HABITS: enjoys sweets a lot. SOCIABILITY: 10/10. highly sociable. the extrovert friend. DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS: no / no / no.

PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:  did not think this through, most writers are writers, affectionate nickname, beware the silly / nice ones, the cutie, disappeared dad, the heart, shipper on deck, affectionate nicknames, bad liar, book smart, cheerful child, cute clumsy girl, endearingly dorky, good cannot comprehend evil, hates being alone, open mouth insert foot, perpetual smiler, silly rabbit cynicism is for losers, you are not alone. INSPIRATIONS: jester lavorre (cr2), han sooyoung (orv), jessica day (new girl), phil dunphy (modern family). POSITIVE TRAITS:   ambitious, enthusiastic, creative, expressive, mischievous NEGATIVE TRAITS: clumsy, naïve, inexperienced, credulous, over-trusting LIKES: classical music, winter, cats. DISLIKES: alcoholic drinks, tight schedules, summer. FEARS: disappointing her mother, failure. HABITS:  bouncing on toes, nervous giggling, bouncing leg, filler words HOBBIES: watching tv / movies, reading, strategy games, d&d.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: alive & well. FATHER: estranged. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none. BEST FRIEND:  tba. EXES: none. SIBLING(S): none. CHILDREN: none. PET(S):  cat named cat the second after their childhood cat named cat.

002. BIOGRAPHY / HEADCANONS …

born and raised in jersey by a single mom. dad was out of the picture and mom always told a romantic story of how he's off doing something heroic to protect their family. jem still believes this.

mom wasn't well off by any means, she had to work to put jem through school, though jem got scholarships for college. their mom gained notoriety for her incredible singing voice after a stroke of luck on american idol when jem was already a college freshman.

has always been very talented at writing to the point that nearly everytime they entered a writing competition in middle/high school, they won. their short stories were always either very poetic and prose heavy, or contained an incredible amount of world building.

published their first book, zugzwang, when they were still in college. it got picked up by a big deal publisher and while it didn't get popular, they still kept them on under the impression that they'd do very very good for the company when the time was right.

their next book, long past dawn, gained popularity very quickly, especially with queer teens/new adults. easily their favorite book to date, it holds a very special place in their heart.

after that, it was all uphill. their trilogy, steele legacy, put them on the map. they're a highly sought after author to the point that they have even done some guest lectures at their alma mater.

sucks at writing romance because they've never been in a relationship and it's kinda making their publisher mad because the fans want romance !

personality wise they are very sweet, very funny, will pull innocent/harmless pranks on their friends. extremely extroverted. genuinely just here for a good time. always, always smiling.

unfortunately, they're also quite gullible and naïve, easy to manipulate. they grew up pretty sheltered as their mom always worried about them. really just takes things at face value.

steele legacy trilogy is getting a movie adaption ! but shh that's a secret.

003. CAREER …

zugzwang (2013) : a very da vinci code-like mystery thriller novel with some knives out/glass onion type humor. her highest selling novel after the steele legacy and f&s. only gained traction after steele legacy's release. long past dawn (2015) : a short coming of age novel in a first-person biography style about a new adult figuring out their identity as a queer person while navigating college life. happy, sweet ending. sheep in wolf's clothing (2018) : sci-fi horror written in an epistory style that was, honestly, not that well received due to how experimental the writing was. due to the success of the rest of her works, it has garnered a solid fanbase. steele legacy trilogy (2016-2022) : quintessential high fantasy series with incredibly impressive world building that put her on the map once booktok got a hold of it. easy to digest prose that walks the line between too-flowery and easy to understand. new adult / adult audience simply due to the heavy topics. as the rest of her books, there is no romance, but fans are obsessed with the three protagonists - luka, jingyi, and zora - as a throuple based simply on platonic relationships. faithless & stolid (2023) : the first book in a trilogy taking place in the same world as steele legacy, though it is technically a prequel. even better reception than steele legacy so far. publisher & fans are urging them to involve romance in this one. future projects : publisher is pushing them to write something before releasing the second part to f&s, preferably romance, despite their unfamiliarity with the genre.

004. CONNECTIONS …

best friends (0/∞) : she makes friends like no one else. clicks immediately with anyone and everyone

someone who she convinces to fake date so they can fake break up with her so she knows how heart break feels like so that she can somehow come up with a romance book to keep her people happy. maybe there's feelings. maybe there isn't.

actors to star in the steele legacy adaption !

authors she looks up to, authors she's friends with, authors that have beef with her

rivals but it's one sided because she doesn't dislike anyone honestly

crushes.... unrequited... probably her who has a crush and is going to do nothing about it.

fans !

people who get into prank wars with her <3

good / bad influence

???? idk profit. she's fun but naïve and i want her to be manipulated and stuck in places/situations that she feels out of her depth with because she needs to grow up. ruin her !

[jupitergames-if]

hey everyone!!

i feel like i have so much to tell you.

i guess supernova business first, and then some personal updates for those who are interested

sn:r's demo is almost completely ported to twine!!! right now i'm just going through and adding the last of the personality/skill increases, then it's just a matter of making sure everything is working properly!!

i want to give a heads up that the game is in a very rough state right now in terms of UI and appearance. those pretty preview pictures i posted a while ago? yeah, it looks nothing like that right now, and it probably won't until the final full release. i just want to focus on writing it, then i'll worry about making it look pretty.

so, tldr, the sn:r demo will release on twine (hopefully) soon!!

now, for personal matters:

my fiancee and i are buying a house!! we're closing tomorrow, so that's when it'll be offical-official. obviously it's been a lot to process and get through, but we're almost at the end!!

and speaking of exciting purchases—i bought my wedding dress!! this was absolutely the worst time for me to buy it, but when i set up the appointment at the boutique i wasn't expecting us to uhhhh buy a house. so.

finally, i have my first professional writing gig!! i can't tell you how beyond ecstatic i am. i've never been paid for my writing before, so this feels like a huge milestone. i don't know how much i can talk about it—i haven't signed my NDA yet lmao—but i'm going to be a beta reader and backup writer for an indie game!!

if you've read this far, thank you and i love you. your continued support truly means everything to me. i can't wait to delve back into the supernova universe with you all!!

okay thanks i love you bye

[obsidiannebula]

A little obsessed with this game so I want to give it some attention. It's a very cute and cozy game where you make and sell stickers. I found it through this video where you can watch the first few days just to get a sense of the gameplay. It's not out yet, set to release later this year, but you can play the demo for free! I forgot to take pictures of the stickers I already made but they're very cute. I'll try to remember tomorrow. It's a lot of fun to design the stickers and packing and shipping them is pretty easy. There doesn't seem to be much else to do yet, and while there's a variety of images to combine to make your stickers, plenty for a demo, it would be a bit lacking for the full game. There's an Upgrades app on your tablet, though, that seems like it will add features when the full game is released. It's cozy and fun as is, but a sense of progression will really go a long way to keeping it playable for longer.

That's all, just wanted to share my excitement over this cute little game

[wastelandwhisperer]

In prep for BG3's full release tomorrow, I have to delete my saves. I'm going to miss my Tav, but I am so excited to fully experience this game!!!