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Rain World

🧩 Author: randygrim 🔗 Code Link: Rain World Code on Toyhouse 💠 Use Type: Free to Use (F2U) 📄 Purpose: Character Profile 📝 Description: A sleek and pixel-themed RPG profile layout designed for structured character stats, skills, and worldbuilding. Featuring icon tab navigation, visual skill bars, and dedicated sections for lore, territory, and personality—this code is perfect for game-inspired OCs or survivalist narratives. It uses high-contrast dark aesthetics with neon and muted tones, giving it a digital, underground feel ideal for pixel horror, post-apocalyptic, or Rain World characters.

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[kxsagi]

Hello \(^O^)/

can i make request about babydaddy bllk? (specifically sae my man🫦🫦🫦🥵🥵🔥🔥) plis? thank u, love u!

“𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?”

a/n: i want a baby with isagi

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, karasu tabito

isagi yoichi

isagi printed out a parenting checklist before the baby was even born. laminated it. color-coded it. 

but the second he saw his baby all swaddled up and blinking like a sleepy potato burrito? brain: gone. 

he cried. actual tears. like he just watched a world cup final. 

calls you “mama” now in the softest voice ever. “mamaaaa, guess who rolled over today??? he’s basically an olympian.” 

obsessed with milestones. he’s got a whole spreadsheet labeled “baby boy's stats 🍼🔥” 

but he’s also lowkey dumb about baby stuff like: “so uh… does the soft spot ever get… hard? do we water it?” 

keeps trying to teach the baby soccer, but ends up with a pacifier in his shoe. 

one time he fell asleep while burping him and you walked in on them both passed out upright on the couch like twin corpses. 

narrates diaper changes like a sports analyst: “... and he’s going in for the wipe– OH! a rogue kick to the chest!! what a move! daddy’s down!” 

his phone is 90% baby pictures. 10% baby videos. all with the caption “my reason 🥹❤️” 

itoshi rin

rin was fully ready to be a distant father at first. “i’ll provide. i don’t need to be all cuddly.” 

and then you placed your baby in his arms and she cooed and he just short-circuited. 

it was like watching the grinch’s heart grow three sizes. 

calls her “my girl” in the softest, lowest tone that could melt solid ice. 

constantly holding her like a bomb, but won’t let anyone else touch her. 

once got so mad at shidou for making her cry that you had to hold him back. 

reads her old european literature like a bedtime story. “you will grow up to be smarter than everyone. daddy will make sure.” 

if you catch him holding her while his forehead is pressed to hers and his eyes are closed? girl just marry him again. 

baby girl is the only one allowed to pull his hair and survive. she once drooled in his mouth and he just went: “guess we’re sharing fluids now. that’s fine.” 

itoshi sae

the man had your baby's name engraved into a cartier bracelet before you gave birth. 

pulled up to the maternity ward in sunglasses and said “is she cute yet?” 

was not prepared. she opened her eyes and he looked like he saw god. 

“oh. she’s expensive.” 

immediately takes 300 photos. hires a private photographer. commissions a painting. 

teaches her to ignore annoying people by giving them side-eye. “see that, princess? that’s called judgment. you’ll be great at it.” 

baby cries? sauntering over like: “let’s go buy you something to fix that.” 

sleeps with her lying directly on his chest like a designer accessory. refuses to move even if his arm goes numb. 

the type to whisper “daddy loves you more than anyone” while handing her a birkin rattle. 

if she doesn’t like a toy, he fires the toy manufacturer. 

nagi seishiro

this baby is attached to him like velcro. she’s in his hoodie. in his lap. on his head. 

once you turned around and found him asleep with the baby inside his shirt like a kangaroo pouch. 

naps together so much you start calling them "the nap twins." 

sings lullabies in a monotone voice, but somehow she loves it. 

“go to sleep… don’t cry… too much energy… daddy’s tired…” 

lets her chew on his hair and just goes, “guess she’s teething. that’s chill.” 

can play video games with one hand while cradling her in the other. 

she slapped him once and he said “valid.” 

if you try to take her during nap time, he just pulls her closer and goes “no. i need her warmth.” 

mikage reo

bought a baby rolex. “she can’t tell time yet, but she deserves luxury.” 

his baby bag has compartments for: wipes, diapers, and emergency gold bars. 

hired an interior designer for the nursery. baby has a chandelier. 

she sneezed once and he booked an appointment at the pediatrician, a private clinic, and a homeopath. 

constantly filming her like a vlogger. “hi guys, today baby mikage is eating puréed mango for the first time! say hi, princess!!” 

baby girl sneezes: “bless you, heiress of my heart.” 

choreographs her little dances and makes everyone clap. 

keeps getting you matching outfits like “family slay day!” 

secretly worries she’ll grow up and marry someone who isn’t rich enough. “i need to build a moat. maybe a baby bodyguard.” 

shidou ryusei

was banned from diaper duty at first because he kept yelling “SHE POOPED OUT A WHOLE GROWN MAN???” 

but then she gripped his pinky and he turned into a puppy. 

does backflips to make her laugh. if she cries, he starts barking. 

teaches her nonsense like “kick anyone who doesn’t give you snacks.” 

paints her nails bright pink and yells “SHE’S A PRINCESS, YOU GOT A PROBLEM?!” 

accidentally gave her a sip of juice laced with chili powder (he forgot it was his). cried harder than she did. 

tucks her in like: “sweet dreams, little menace. bite someone in your dreams for me.” 

calls you “hot mama” in front of the baby 24/7. 

secretly practices baby sign language so he can be her favorite parent. 

kaiser michael

refuses to call her “the baby.” only refers to her as “my heir.” 

makes her little crowns out of tinfoil. 

got matching custom jerseys that say “KAISER 1” and “KAISER 2.” 

tried to teach her german as a newborn like: “repeat after me: ich bin besser.” 

brags about how good her genes are like she’s a show dog. 

doesn’t let people hold her unless they “pass the vibe check.” 

if she so much as frowns, he goes into “who hurt you?? WHO DID THIS??” mode. 

took a video of her yawning and edited it with dramatic music and captions like “a queen awakens.” 

if you fall asleep with the baby? he tucks a blanket over both of you and whispers “my whole world.” 

bachira meguru

his baby is his sidekick. he calls him “bug” or “my gremlin.” 

built him a mini art studio with finger paint, sparkly glue, and glitter that will haunt your floors forever. 

they have their own handshake. it ends with both of them blowing raspberries. 

turns every stroller walk into an imaginary mission. “we are astronauts now. avoid the sidewalk cracks, those are lava.” 

sings to him like it’s a concert. “this one’s for my no-teeth king!” 

gets emotional when he smiles at him. “he chose me. i’m so special.” 

if he’s cranky? he draws a mustache on his face and says “sir? your mood, please.” 

the baby once fell asleep drooling on his face and he whispered, “art.” 

karasu tabito

baby strapped to his chest in a carrier? check. sunglasses on her face? check. dad swagger? activated. 

calls her “little homie.” 

teaches her fake vocabulary. “this is a snack. say it with me: schmackle.” 

carries her around the grocery store like a backpack and narrates everything in an announcer voice. 

uses baby socks as puppets to do stand-up comedy. 

if she drools on him, he’s like “she baptized me. i am born anew.” 

has a million nicknames for her: booger bean, stink nugget, boss baby, lil’ goblin. 

accidentally taught her to blow raspberries after every kiss. now she does it to everyone. 

will 100% defend her baby drama. 

“your baby stole her toy? that’s WAR, karen.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[fightingformetaphor]

After toiling for hours in firefox’s inspect window I finally managed to make my AO3 look pretty!!!! I’m actually in love with how brought the colours turned out, even if they’re a little less vibrant on my laptop.

I used base code from @ao3commentoftheday’s glowy skin and some other misc code to change the highlight colours on tags, hide stats from my own works, and hide non-english works, as well as changed the colours pretty massively to fit my pretty Firefox theme (as well as added this stunning gif from the space bar [I found the artist by the way, it's kirokaze!]).

Really random but a huge thank you to all the skin makers out there making code for free! Truly an art I didn’t appreciate enough before this.

Here's the code for this bad boy in case anyone else is interested in my silly little project!!! I don't actually know how to code CSS so if anything is bright blue or doesn't work please let me know, I'll... I'll figure it out.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HOWDY HEYYY

Can you please make a story where Ena tries to take reader out for dinner (date or not WHATEVER U WANT) but the stinky penguin aka Dracula (or whatever character u want) ruins it because why not

MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF

Thank you! Hope you're taking care of yourself, too! <3

.........

As it turns out, Ena's definition of a "high stakes meeting" ended up being something totally different by the time you arrived to the destination.

Of course..you should have expected this out of your girlfriend. She wanted to take you out on a date, but she could never simply say "let's go out". No sir..

She had to give you coordinates on paper to this exact location, attaching files that looked like they were printed off a PowerPoint with step-by-step instructions on how to reach it. She claimed she heard about this place "from a friend of a friend of a friend", although she didn't elaborate anymore than that. You didn't want nor need her to.

When you finally made it, you were surprised to be standing in front of a simple steak restaurant with a bar inside. Nothing fancy or inexpensive. Just plain and simple, with exterior western aesthetics to boot.

'Ah, high "steaks" meeting..I get it now.' An amused smile graced your lips as you pushed the door open, seeing no line and nobody except Ena talking to the host.

But upon closer examination, you realize she's not talking...

She's yelling.

"I cannot serve you yet, ma'am! Didn't you read the sign?"

"NO, BUT I SEE SEVERAL HEALTH CODE VIOLATIONS ALREADY! YOU WANNA GET SHUTDOWN?! REBRANDED?? I SUGGEST YOU GIVE ME AND MY ASSOCIATE A TABLE STAT!!" Her Meanie side snarls, geometric claws gripping the podium, almost like she's ready to rip it off its hinges. "OR I'LL DEVALUE THIS PROPERTY WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS!!"

'Typical Ena..' You sigh.

It was never easy dating her. Nothing about her says it'd be easy at all. But you were willing to stick through the difficult times--the times when a seemingly "normal" day ends up being the opposite.

Apparently, tonight wasn't going to be an exception.

"Like I said, I cannot seat a party of two if both entities aren't present-"

"I'm the other party member! Excuse my partner. She's had a...rough day at work."

Ena blinked, spinning around to see you have finally arrived, and her Salesperson side grinned with relief. "Oh you made it! I knew you would." She took your hands, before looking back at the host. Her expression was smug. "Now...about our table for two, good sir?"

"....of course. Right this way, Kena."

..........

"This was..very sweet of you to plan out, Ena. The food was great. But don't you think you were being a little harsh with the host? I mean...he's not the owner. He's just following the rules."

"I wouldn't care if he was the owner in disguise..I went through hell to get this reservation.." Meanie grumbled, her fork stabbing at the holographic png of a steak on her plate. "They didn't even wanna put my name on the list. How crazy is that?!!"

"Well...that's-" You started, only for her to put the utensil down and clap her hands.

"No, no..it's alright. I'm over it. It's all said and done. There's a more important matter at hand..." Her Salesperson's charm returned, her smile gentle. "I'd like to take this opportunity to renew our contract. You may find additional details that you oughta review."

Out of thin air, she presented you with a document on a clipboard, which you took. "I'm open to questions, comments, and concerns..but no criticism, please."

The moment you read it, you realized it was the confession letter she had given you several months ago. When words failed her back then, she just had you review this "contract" and wanted your signature of approval--and yes, that included your actual signature with a pen.

You remember how much of a flustered mess she was, mumbling to herself and fighting with her Meanie side over whether you'd see her "potential" and commit to her business wholly.

It took her a solid minute before she realized you signed and dated the paper, accepting her confession.

Now, you noticed that she stapled on a few more pages. They all contained ideas for future dates, written in typical business jargon that anyone else wouldn't understand--but for you, it was easy to decode.

"High stakes meetings" translated to going to a restaurant, such as where you both were tonight.

"Taking inventory on cosmic horrors and astronomical anomalies across the infinite horizon" was basically her way of asking you to go stargazing with her over the lake of viscous blood.

At the start, you've been worried that she wasn't taking this relationship as seriously as you did. You didn't know if she'd just treat you more like a business partner than a romantic one, but....this immediately cleared those doubts from your mind.

She was in this for the long run.

She wanted to deliver on her promises of "100% happiness for life" and make you feel like the most important person in her world.

"Well, you have my signature of approval." You chuckled softly, signing the bottom of the first page and sliding it back to her side. "Now then, did you want dessert or-?"

"I AM DRATULA!!!"

From a dark cloud of smoke and lightning, a certain half-penguin, half-vampire entity appeared. He was buzzed out of his mind as he swung a full wine glass around, laughing obnoxiously, before he accidentally bumped into the table.

Large droplets of red liquid splattered onto the paper, soaking it entirely to where the text was illegable.

"No!! NOOOO! Wha...What have you done?!!" Ena could only watch in utter despair and horror as it dissolved into nothingness. "Our contract!! It's....It's all ruined!! And it's--ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"

Fueled by Meanie's anger, she slammed both fists on the table and got up, glaring at the confused Dratula.

"Uhh..was I interrupting something?"

"YEAH!! OUR DATE, YOU ASSHOLE!!" Grabbing the lapels of his suit, she began shaking him back and forth violently, yelling nonsense as he tried to frantically defend himself.

Somehow, he thought uttering his name over and over would help matters.

It didn't.

Meanwhile, the other restaurant patrons have gone silent and were staring at the two. Some of them even look at you, and the secondhand embarrassment had grown tenfold.

You sighed, cleaning off your hands before getting up, knowing you had to disperse this before all three of you got kicked out.

"Come on, Ena. That's enough." By some miracle, you managed to separate them, keeping them at arms length.

Dratula looked frightened, while Ena looked a feral cat who didn't wanna give up a fight, snarling and hissing threats to him. "LET ME AT HIM, BABE!! I'LL TEACH THIS OLD BAT A LESSON-!!"

"I said that's enough!! You're causing a big scene!!"

Hearing your angered tone, she abruptly ceased all motions, her head slowly turning to you. For a brief moment, your expression showed nothing but pure frustration, but even though it disappeared quickly, it lingered long enough to make her feel absolutely horrible.

Her Meanie side gulped, for once looking intimidated rather than being the intimidating one. 'They...They got mad at me...' Her hands trembled, and she backed away from you.

Then you looked at Dratula, who was now staring into his wine glass, disappointed that most of it was gone. "How rude...I only wanted to ask how your date was going! I wasn't looking for trouble!"

"It was going good..until you spilled your drink everywhere." You huffed. "But it's fine. I know it was an accident. Ena and I were just...." But when you looked over your shoulder, you didn't find her by your side anymore. "Crap. Where'd she go?"

"Huh...beats me. Say, are you going to finish that?" He pointed to the untouched drink on your side of the table. You shook your head and sighed, digging up some chocolates and a fatty catty from your pocket, setting it down on top of the check that somehow appeared during the chaos.

However much the bill was, you didn't care. You were more worried about where your girlfriend ran off to.

Fortunately, the patrons who were watching the show were now minding their own business. As soon as the waiter came by to collect the check, you thanked him for the service and bid Dratula farewell, going off to search for Ena.

You eventually found her up at the bar all alone, with her hat on the floor, and several empty shot glasses to her right. 'Damn..how did she drink that much in such a short time?'

But as you got closer, you could hear her wallowing to the poor bartender about the events that transpired merely minutes ago.

"A-And...and then they yelled at me! Sayin' I caused a big scene!" Her Meanie side hiccupped, slinging back another shot before slamming it down.

"Well um...you kinda did.."

"I'm the worst, aren't I?" Her forehead collided with the table, her sclera turning black. "Why does every good thing I try to do for 'em go to shit?! I must be cursed...a victim of capitalism who can't afford one moment of respite. Damn it all!!" She banged her clawed fist down, sniffling. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this business.."

"You forgot something."

Feeling the familiar hat being placed on her, she turned her head to see you on the barstool beside hers. You set a hand on her back, giving the bartender an apologetic smile. "You can close her tab. She's had enough."

"There's that buzzword again....."enough". I bet all my life savings that you've had enough of me, right?"

Looking down at her once more, you sighed. "Ena, that's not what-"

"This night...'wuz supposed to be perfect for you. 100% satisfaction with guaranteed happiness. But all I've gotten was....negative feedback from my most valued client. Forgive me, m-my..my most treasured colleague.." She sounded like she was about to cry, her eyes turning glossy. "My heart's going through a recession, and my liver has no resale value. Would you like a refund on your experience?"

Her Salesperson side never sounded so....upset, and you frowned, hating to see her look so guilty; so ashamed for letting herself get out of hand again--and above all else, so afraid that you were mad at her because of that.

"Sweetheart, it's alright. I'm sorry I got angry earlier. I had a good time tonight. I really did." You comforted, rubbing her back. "But how about...I choose the place next time?"

"..but...but our contraaaaact..." She whined, her meanie and salesperson voices blending into one for a moment. "'s gone down the drain..like our stock.."

"It's not null and void just because the paper got ruined. We can draft a new one together, and....maybe have it laminated so that doesn't happen again."

Those words seemed to bring the spark back to her eyes, as she sat up and gave you the sweetest yet most lopsided grin. She grasped your hands, the stool's legs wobbling--yet somehow she was able to hold herself steady.

"Your strategic mind never fails to impress me, [y/n]. I promise..I'll pick up the tab at our next endeavor." She winked, before her Meanie side glared at the bartender. "HEY! Bring my partner here the best of the best!!"

"...I, erm..already closed your tab at their request, miss."

"Why I oughta-!!"

Before things could escalate for the third time tonight, you gave her paler side a kiss on the cheek, and she turned back to you, looking absolutely flustered. "A-Ah...you...I...." But she couldn't find the words.

"Why don't we go home?" You calmly suggested. "The sooner we work on that contract, the better."

"....f-fine."

For once, Meanie was complacent in what you wanted to do. So after paying the tab (by offering the bartender a fatty catty), you had to escort your drunken girlfriend home--which was an experience in itself as she nearly threw hands with Dratula again on her way out.

But she gave up quickly and opted to cling to you and brag about how awesome you were for "putting up" with an "economical disaster" like her.

Would you go out to dinner with her again? Definitely.

Will you have countermeasures in-place to minimize the amount of chaos that may inevitably occur? Also yes.

[glitzglamgunpowder-if]

"You were destined for a life better than this. A life free from violence, from bloodshed. But here you are once again, it's like you never left."

YOU were a child destined for greatness, for your name to be written into the pages of history. Whatever happened in your past didn't matter anymore. You were born with raw talent and charisma that couldn't be wasted, that people can only dream of. But your innate gift didn't mean your path would be easy. After the circus shut down, you stumbled through life delivering each performance like it was your last. You thought you've reached your peak, until a mysterious offer suddenly throws you into a life of crime.

Play as a male, female, or nonbinary performer

Customize your MC’s physical appearance, façade personality, and choose a pseudonym for them

Befriend or Romance 4 ROs

Dedicate yourself to honing your natural talent

Choose your end goal and earn the fame you have craved your entire life

How do you want the public to perceive you? To be respected, or to be feared?

Learn more about the secrets of your dark past. Will you learn how the circus fell? How you ended up here of all places?

Will you acquire the fame you deserve, or will you fade into history?

Outline of Stats/Routes!!

Alistair/Alice Delacroix - THE RIVAL

AS you adjust to your new life, you hear rumors about your fated rival. One whose mind was poisoned to despise every fiber of your being. It's no surprise they're known for their ambition, their cunning, their ruthless nature. Their path led them to inevitable darkness, but will yours?

Trope: Forbidden Romance/Enemies to Lovers

Samuel/Samantha "Sam" Kaminski - THE BOSS

YOU are an acquired talent on behalf of the current wealthy owner of the elusive Spotlight Syndicate, one of the most popular bars of its time. They're one of the few people who don't question your mysterious past, who trust you as implicitly as the air they breathe. You know deep down they have a soft spot for you, one of their greatest assets, but they're motives are...difficult to discern. But is there a possibility your relationship could go beyond transactional business?

Trope: Boss x Employee/Age Gap

Hendrik/Helena Rietveld - THE BODYGUARD

YOU don't know much about them, nor do they seem willing to give you any more information than necessary for your safety. But one thing's for sure, they're loyal to the ones they serve. And given your new...circumstances, that may be exactly what you need: someone who would travel from heaven to hell and back if their duty called for it. Will you be the first to crack the unsolvable's code?

Trope: Bodyguard Romance/Potential Grumpy x Sunshine

Jesse Lê - THE FRIEND DETECTIVE

YOU never expected to see them again after...never mind that! They stand before you now, a completely reinvented version of themself. A stranger to everyone they encounter. Will you be able to slip off the carefully curated mask they've built and heal from your past together? Or will that smoking gun be laid to rest once and for all?

Trope: Childhood Friends to Lovers -> Detective x Potential Criminal

Physical Description of the ROs!!

Despite being a frequent IF player, this is my very first time trying to create an IF myself as someone with little coding experience (I'm more of a writer if anything). I'm definitely learning as I go, and I understand this may lead to mistakes or disappointment at times, so I preemptively apologize for them. I tend to become overly ambitious, and I want to make sure I always deliver on the promises I make. I say this because some of you may have ask about certain features being implemented and I will have to say "Sorry, I don't really know how to do that yet, but I'll try and learn how!" Hopefully, this will be a fun learning experience, and you all have a fun time on here! Sincerely, Mira <3

DEMO || BETA TESTER FORM || PLAYLIST || BLUESKY

[phantomcodes]

poppy | theme by sage

get the code: static preview v1 / preview v2 header theme with a sticky headerbar

features (more info below the cut):

toggle: tags on click, updates tab, explore menu

responsive headerbox includes an uploadable image, custom title & description, and up to 5 info stats

sticky headerbar includes home/ask/archive & up to 3 extra links, updates, explore button or search bar, and day/night button

updates tab includes up to 5 updates with an icon & text

explore menu includes about text, up to 3 skills, up to 4 blogs, and up to 8 extra links, and a search bar

customizable: title, colors, body & title fonts, and font size

npf supported, responsive design, 3 post width options, 4 corner options, scroll to top, tabler icons

nothing needs to be changed in the code, everything can be changed in the customize panel!

terms:

reblog if using

do not touch the credit

all terms / faq

credits listed in the code / credits page

please consider tipping or supporting me ♡

blog name !! important

make sure you fill out the blog name field, this is what will show on the top of all your original posts. to clarify: your blog name is your blog’s url - for example: phantomcodes

custom title

similar to the blog name, your custom title will show on the header, i recommend not making this too long

headerbox

uploadable image - this will default to your icon if nothing is uploaded

up to 5 info stats each with an icon & text - if you don't want the info stats leave the info 1 field blank

updates tab

the updates tab is toggleable, it has up to 5 updates each with an icon & text

explore menu

the explore menu is toggleable and has:

about text: this is can be as long as you want! it will scroll

(optional) skills section: up to 3 - you can use this for statuses, projects, progress, etc. leave the explore skill 1 field blank if you don’t want this section

(optional) blogs section: up to 4 blogs - leave the explore blog 1 field blank if you don’t want this section

(optional) links section: up to 8 links - leave the explore link 1 field blank if you don’t want this section

reminders

remember tumblr’s customize panel is buggy, make sure to toggle all the options on/off before saving

i’m still on a sort of semi-hiatus, i’ll be around for questions but please check my faq, answered asks, etc. before asking - i will not answer repeat questions!

[matchpointfaist]

pretty woman au with rich retired art

i see you eyein’ me down but you’ll never know much past my name 🪩

dilf! art donaldson x anora! reader

tw for smut, reader is a stripper. this is so anora coded. lowkey subby art if you squint (a first for me!) reader is described having nipple piercings

the lights were low, but not forgiving. red and violet bled across the main stage, bathing the crowd in the kind of glow that made people feel braver than they were. cigarette smoke hung like old perfume, and money floated down in lazy arcs when a good song hit. you’d long stopped hearing the music. it was all muscle memory now—hips, eyes, smile, touch. repeat. you weren’t a headliner tonight, just working the floor in heels that could kill a man if you kicked right. tips were mediocre, the crowd restless. nba off-season types, trust fund boys, and hedge fund men pretending they had more power than they did, until he walked in.

you spotted him before he saw you, standing near the bar, hair messy in a way that could only be intentional, wearing a navy button-down rolled up to his forearms. he didn’t belong here, not in the way most men didn’t belong but came anyway. no bachelor party smile, no wide-eyed lust. he looked lost. or worse, lonely. you didn't realize who he was until you were halfway to him. the kind of fame that crept up on you—not hollywood obvious, but familiar. your ex watched tennis. you’d seen this guy win a tournament in rome with a clenched jaw and bleeding hand. art donaldson. the good one, the quiet one. married to that fierce coach who yelled from the sidelines like she owned the court.

he was sipping something dark, neat. his eyes swept across the room like he was trying not to look interested. you approached like you would any other mark—but something in your gut was twisting. "looking for someone?" you asked, voice low, smooth. he blinked, focused. and then you saw it, the flicker of recognition. "no," he said, “but i think i just found her," you grinned, “that’s a line," “it is, yeah. a bad one," “very bad,” you agreed, leaning just enough to keep his attention, "but i’ve heard worse," he looked up at you like he was reading your stats. calm, analytical, curious. “i’m art,” he said, offering his hand like he was at a charity gala and not surrounded by bare skin and $20 bills.

you took it, noting his soft palm, the calluses on the fingers. "roxy,” you replied, “i charge extra if we pretend to be on a real name basis,” that got a half-smile out of him. not quite flirty, just tired. “what does it cost for a conversation?" you tilted your head, curious, “no touching?” “no touching,” “no lap dance?” “nope,” you folded your arms across your chest, teasing but cautious. “you know this is a strip club, right? you’re, like, aggressively wholesome for this place," that almost made him laugh. “wholesome’s a stretch. i just didn’t know where else to go tonight,” that stopped you. not the words, but the way he said them—like he hadn’t meant to say them at all.

you gestured toward a semi-private booth, away from the stage. “that one’s $300 an hour for talking,” he didn’t even blink, just pulled out a black card and handed it over. “then let’s talk,” the booth felt quieter than it should. art sat across from you, long legs splayed slightly, one hand loose on his drink, the other resting flat on the table—nervous energy in the fingertips, like he wanted to pace or serve a ball. you stirred your soda with a straw, not drinking it. “so, you came in here for what exactly? clarity? a story to tell your therapist?” “i needed to be somewhere no one expected me to be,” he looked at you, “you ever feel like that?” you snorted, “i work in 7-inch heels under fake names. what do you think?” that made him smile. tired, but real. “tell me what this is,” you said, “because if you’re about to ask for a half-price fantasy, i’d rather you do it fast,” he looked directly at you—too directly. “i want you to come back to my hotel,” he said, “just for the weekend,” you didn’t flinch. you’d heard worse, sleazier versions of the same sentence. “for what?” you asked, slow, cautious. “i have this thing,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “a sponsor gala tomorrow. press, fake laughs. everyone’s expecting my wife to be there, but she’s not coming,” you blinked. “so you want me to be your... what? arm candy?”

“not just that. someone to talk to, to look good next to me. be on my arm, pretend we like each other," you leaned in, eyebrow raised, “pretend?” that grin again—slight, crooked, instinctive, “depends how good you are,” you let out a soft exhale and leaned back against the leather. “girlfriend experience, then,” he nodded. “i’m not cheap,” you said. “i know,” “and i don’t do submissive. if i’m going to play the part, i call some shots,” “good,” he said, “i don’t want obedient. i want real,” that caught you off guard more than anything. real wasn’t usually part of the deal. “okay,” you said after a pause, “one weekend, your hotel. i get a bed to myself, meals on your tab, wardrobe budget, and you don’t touch me unless I say it’s okay,” he met your eyes. “deal,” you grabbed the black card he left on the table and tucked it into your bra. “better pick your favorite designer, donaldson. i’m gonna need to look expensive,” he gave a soft chuckle, almost shy. “you already do,”

his hotel was almost obnoxiously nice, big light fixtures and boys waiting around to carry your luggage. the elevator hummed softly as it carried you up to his suite, a sleek glass box perched high above the city skyline. you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the neon glow bleed through the floor to ceiling windows. the city was alive beneath you, but inside, the space felt almost sterile; expensive, empty, waiting.

he stood by the kitchenette, pouring two glasses of whiskey, his movements precise and deliberate. he looked less like a tennis champion and more like a man trying to hold himself together. you caught the flicker of vulnerability behind his calm facade and wondered what he was really running from. “you know,” you said, breaking the silence, “most guys come here looking for a distraction. you, though? you seem like you’re trying to solve something,” he turned, raising an eyebrow in that quiet, analytical way of his. “maybe i am. or maybe i’m just tired of pretending i’m okay,” you studied him for a moment, then stepped closer. “you’re good at pretending, art, i can tell. but everyone’s got cracks. it’s just a matter of whether you want to show them,” he hesitated, then set the glasses down. “i don’t want to pretend anymore tonight. not with you,”

your lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “well, then. let’s start by being honest. what do you really want?” he looked at you, eyes searching, as if weighing whether to trust this stranger more than his own thoughts. finally, he sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. “i just want to feel something real for once. even if it’s just for a little while,” you nodded, understanding more than he knew. “sometimes, that’s all we need,” you moved toward the bed, the plush sheets beckoning. art hesitated, then followed, shedding his jacket and tie, revealing the lean, muscular frame beneath. he sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair, looking lost again. “tell me what you need,” you said softly, voice gentle but firm, “no masks, mkay? no expectations,”

he looked up at you, vulnerability flickering again. “i need to forget the world out there. just for tonight, just for a little while,” you eased closer, standing between his knees. “then let’s do that. no pretending, just whatever happens next,” his hand reached out, tentative, then settled on your waist. the moment hung between you, thick and electric. you closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a slow, deliberate kiss, an unspoken promise that tonight, at least, you’d both be real. outside, the city pulsed on, indifferent to the secrets being shared inside. for a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered but the truth you both dared to find in each other’s arms. "tell me what you like," you mumbled against his lips, fingers threading through his cropped blonde hair, "wanna know exactly how to make you feel good," that seemed to unlock something in him, a quiet groan leaving his plush lips. “don’t care, just need to feel you,” he pulled you down into his lap, your thighs spread on either side of his hips, his lips against yours drowning out your thoughts.

a soft gasp tore from your throat as he slid a finger beneath the line of your underwear, his skin warm against the growing wetness. “wait,” you mumbled, pulling his hand away gently, “tonight’s all about you, baby. let me treat you,” you got the sense that he wasn’t a man used to being treated in that way, judging from the way his pupils dilated as you sunk to your knees before him, the hesitance in his posture like he couldn’t believe you’d submit. “take these off f’me,” you instructed, dark fingernails tracing the buckle of his sleek belt, grinning up at him as he did as you said. he had an obedient air about him, soft in all the right places, but a quiet, simmering dominance. not demanding, just sure. you watched with sparkling eyes as he let his dress pants fall to the floor, his underwear following, his breath tight as you traced him with your eyes. “so pretty,” the tone of your voice surprised even you, the truth of it, “bet you taste so good, art,” you leaned up just enough to trace his tip with your tongue, the salty taste of precum filling your senses, “so eager,” he groaned when you took him into your mouth, relaxing your throat, letting him feel it all. “oh, fuck,” he practically gasped, hand flying to your hair, “oh, that’s good, fuck-“ you reached up to rest a hand beneath his cock, thumb tracing the veins on his skin, nearly grinning when you felt them contract beneath your touch.

his hips rutted as he started to relax into it, the ridges and tension melting away with each lap of your tongue. “not gonna last,” he panted, fucking up into your mouth with desperation you could practically taste, “wait- wait, please, wanna fuck you,” you pulled away, frowning mockingly up at him, “no fun,” you hummed, leaning your head lower, your hand idle on his cock as you lapped at his balls. he gasped, thighs tensing up immediately, “oh, god,” he groaned, rutting into your hand, “oh, that’s so- this is too much,” you let your tongue trail lower, just slightly, and a wild moan left him, his cock spasming in your hand. “please, pl- i’m not ready to cum,” he sounded close to tears, and when you glanced up at him through your lashes, he looked as desperate as he sounded. his eyes were screwed shut, cheeks glowing, lips bitten raw in an attempt to silence the sounds that flew from him. “you wanna fuck me that bad, hm?” you murmured, crawling back up into his lap, “show me then,”

he wasted no time, all restraint broken away. he flipped you over, tearing your clothes away, eyes tracing over every inch of newly exposed skin. “oh, god,” he licked his lips, eyes focused on your chest, the small silver piercings on each nipple, “fuck me,” he dove in, taking your breath away as he latched onto one, rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. “art,” you exhaled, voice shaky, trailing your fingers through his hair. he hummed against your chest, his free hand trailing down between your thighs, fingertip tracing your soaked clit. your thighs shook slightly, back arching further into his touch. “gotta fuck you,” he murmured, a trail of spit from your chest to his shining lips as he leaned up to kiss you, settling between your legs. you watched through lidded eyes as he positioned himself, sucking in a breath when he tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing it through your wetness. “you’re soaked,” he sounded half in awe, half lust struck, “all for me?” “mm, all for you,” you nodded, reaching between your bodies to take him into your hand, pumping slowly, “don’t make me wait any longer, baby,” he obeyed, once again, your hand slipping away as he slid inside of you easily, a broken moan leaving his lips. “fuck,” he held your thighs open, pressing your legs closer to your chest, eyes all over you in the new position, “you feel so good,”

you were helpless to do anything but moan beneath him, your composure slipping as he stretched you open. “you’re so big,” you mewled, a soft feeling in your chest as he slid his fingers between yours, still holding your legs up, “oh, art,” “is that good?” he panted, eyebrows tight together in focus as he sped up his thrusts, barely holding back, “am i doing good?” “you’re so good,” you nodded eagerly, clenching around him, “look so pretty fucking me,” “oh, fuck,” he whined, forehead falling into your chest as he collapsed into you, “not gonna last,” “it’s okay,” you murmured, pulling him into a kiss. the second your lips met his, your tongue slipping into his mouth, he stilled inside you. his hips jerked, and then you felt him, hot and full as he spilled inside of you. “oh, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered, hips jerking with aftershocks, “oh, god, you’re so beautiful, thank you,” “that was so good,” you praised softly, scratching at his scalp, “don’t need to thank me,” “you didn’t finish,” he frowned slightly, sitting back to look down at you, “did you?“ “it’s okay,” you waved a dismissive hand, but he shook his head, pulling out of you with a quiet shaky breath. “no, want you to finish,”

he was between your thighs before you could stop him, lapping at you like he was starving, greedy, satisfied moans leaving him, muffled by your cunt. “oh, god,” your eyes rolled back, your hands resting in his hair as he worked two fingers inside of you, unbothered by his own cum spilling onto his skin. his tongue worked expertly while his fingers curled inside of you, your thighs shaking and back arching, vision spotty, “art, baby, i’m-“ “come in my mouth,” he panted against your soaked skin, “please,” the sheer desperation in his voice sent you over the edge, and you moaned his name as you came undone on his fingers and mouth, bucking your hips and scratching as his scalp. “god, you taste good,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to your thigh as you caught your breath, “you’re perfect,”

he crawled back up beside you, chest heaving and lips slick, “god, roxy,” he mumbled, head resting on your bare shoulder. it jarred you, brought you back to the reality of this moment. “don’t- call me my real name, please,” you surprised yourself as you told him, the sensation foreign, forbidden. “that’s beautiful,” he murmured, smiling slightly, “thank you for telling me,” “feels fair. i know yours, why keep mine a secret?” you smiled softly, trailing his nails over his biceps, the scars littering his milky skin, “so we have our first appearance tomorrow?” “mhm,” he nodded, eyes already closed. “i hope i don’t mess it up,” you hated the insecurity you felt, like you didn’t deserve a seat at their table. “you’re gonna do perfect. gonna be the prettiest girl there,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “get some sleep, angel,” “yeah, alright,” you hummed, “only because you look so comfy,” “mhm,” he rolled over, pulling you to his chest, “goodnight,” “gnight, art,” you let yourself get lost in the feeling of his strong arms around you, this foreign weight. you let yourself dream of nights like this, of comfort and his presence, not just for the weekend.

[gowerhardcastle]

Seven Hard-Won Tips Specifically for Writing Interactive Fiction

This is pretty fun, putting together these lists of writing tips. Today's list is explicitly about interactive fiction.

The trick to writing great interactive fiction that anticipates, foreshadows, introduces themes early, and has interesting choices that set up later events is to *go back and rewrite the earlier chapters* after you’ve written later chapters.  That way you look like a genius who can plot things out way in advance, but in fact, you just went back and made it seem that way.  Good writing is recursive, and that’s just how it is.

I start with an outline, then I write a code skeleton, leaving blanks for the prose, and then go in and fill in the prose.  This way I’m either in code-brain or prose-writing-brain.  I don’t like switching between the two.  Then, after than phase, I go back one more time and I do the callbacks—you know.  Might the main character be wearing a feathered boa in this scene?  Here’s some custom text.  Might the main character be limping?  Here’s some more custom text.  If you do that after you write the prose, you’ll have the leisure to think of anything fun and specific you can use. 

Callbacks tell players that their choices are unique, important, memorable, and valued by the writer.  It tell them that their choices have led them down their own particular path that the writer is rewarding with unique prose.  It doesn’t have to have a stat effect or create a new fork in the narrative.  Great prose is the reward.

Find an group of alpha readers to read your work early and often and then shut up while they read it and just listen to what they say and comment.  You must resist the urge to explain because you won’t be there at everyone’s house when they are playing your game or reading your narrative.

Make rules for yourself about how you are going to name your variables.  Don’t do what I did, with a horrible blend of sometimes calling a chracter “gil” in the variables and sometimes “gilberto”; sometimes “fitz” and sometimes “fitzie”; sometimes “metvyv” and sometimes “met_tabby”—ugh!  This is self-torture.  Don’t do what I did.

Keep your initial creation of variables super organized.  Write comments in there explaining what these variables are and when you might need them.  I comment most when I am creating variables.  You might create a variable in chapter one called “mustardallergy” that you don’t need until chapter eight, so write a comment that says “variables for chapter eight” and stick that “mustardallergy” variable under it.  I didn’t do this for my first games, and I regretted it. 

Use generic variables and make your life easy.  If you are writing a scene at the racetrack, just make a “xrace” modifier and add and subtract to it willy-nilly to represent just general ups and downs of fortune.  Stub your toe?  -5 xrace.  Wear a fine hat?  +8 xrace.  Throw around some money at the bar?  +12 xrace!  Eat some bad shellfish?  -15 xrace! Then add xrace to every test.  It’s a way of tracking just the ups and downs of fortune.  You can omit it when it doesn’t make sense, but it’s just a great way to make tests and rewards and penalties cumulatively meaningful without having to have a billion variables tracking every last *reason* for the rewards and penalties.

Discover more mini-essays about writing interactive fiction, writing in general, and the process of writing the forthcoming Jolly Good series below.

[emastrangee]

Red's Got a Fan

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She sees him from across the training hall.

“Red!”

She waves. With both hands. Enthusiastically. Like she forgot they were already in the same building ten minutes ago.

Tim freezes halfway through a sentence, glancing up from a mission brief like he’s trying to figure out why someone’s shouting his code name like a golden retriever who’s been left at daycare.

Wally, who’s standing next to her, just grins.

“Okay, I gotta ask—what’s going on there?”

“What?” she blinks.

“You greet him like he’s coming back from war every time he walks in a room.”

She stares, confused. Still smiling.

“Because he is! I mean—not war-war, just…”

She trails off. “He’s nice.”

Bart zips by with a snort.

“Red’s got a fan!”

“Shut up, I’m just excited,” she mutters, cheeks turning pink. “You guys don’t wave at people?”

Kory chuckles from the side.

“Not like that, sweetheart.”

Dick smirks at Tim, who now has his entire focus on pretending he doesn’t hear any of this conversation.

“Someone’s got a fanclub.”

“I’m just training her,” Tim says flatly, flipping a page in his file.But the tips of his ears are red.

Later… when they’re alone

You’re sitting beside him, sipping water after drills.

You glance over. “Sorry if I embarrassed you.”

Tim blinks, caught off guard.

“What?”

“Back there. Everyone was joking. I wasn’t trying to make it weird. I’m just happy when you show up, that’s all.”She shrugs.

"It’s nice having a friend.”

That hits harder than it should.

Tim stares at you for a second too long.

Then:

“You didn’t embarrass me.”

You glance over again.

He’s looking straight ahead, not at you.

But his voice is softer than before.

“I’m… glad you’re here.”

You smile. “Thanks, Red.”

And he doesn’t correct you.

Not yet.

A few days later...

Training started fifteen minutes ago.

Tim doesn’t usually care who shows up when.

He’s precise, efficient, on-task — but he’s not petty about punctuality.

Still…

he keeps glancing at the door.

She’s usually early.

She usually waves when she walks in — both hands.

And she always says, “Hey Red!” like it’s the highlight of her day.

But the door stays closed.

Bart’s goofing off with Wally.

Kory and Donna are sparring mid-air.

Dick is reviewing stats.

And Tim?

Tim keeps checking the time

Five more minutes.

Still no sign of her.

His chest feels... off. Like it’s missing a beat.

He tells himself it’s fine. She’s fine. Maybe she overslept. Maybe she’s sick. Maybe—

She walks in.

Hair damp from a rushed shower. Hoodie too big.

She’s holding a protein bar with her teeth and trying to zip her boot with one hand.

The second she looks up—

her face lights up.

Double wave. Full smile.

“Hey, Red!”

Tim stares at her.

And for a second,

he realizes the air got easier to breathe.

His jaw relaxes.

His grip on the datapad loosens.

He doesn’t smile. Not yet.

But his voice comes out a little warmer than it was five seconds ago.

“You’re late.”

“I know!” she laughs, bounding over like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “I set my alarm and everything, but I think I dreamed I was awake, which is honestly very on-brand.”

He blinks “...Right.”

She beams at him like she didn’t just spend the last hour convinced everyone was mad at her for being behind.

And Tim —

Red Robin, boy genius, strategist, keeper of emotional distance —

realizes with quiet dread:

I missed her.

I missed her smile. Her voice. Her stupid wave.

And she doesn’t even know what that means to me.

Mini scene;

Dick’s sitting beside Kory in the Tower lounge, scrolling through something on his tablet while she files her nails with casual grace.

Across the room, Reader is talking to Tim.

Well — talking at him, mostly.

She’s explaining something about a vending machine conspiracy and why she believes that snacks choose their people, not the other way around.

Tim doesn’t interrupt.

He’s pretending to read something.

But his eyes keep flicking up.

Kory watches them for a beat. Then leans toward Dick, voice low.

“It’s already happening.”

Dick glances up. “Mmhmm.”

Kory smiles. Not teasing — just… delighted.

“Do you think she knows?”

“Nope.”

“Do you think he knows?”

“Absolutely not.”

They both sip their drinks at the same time, like this is the most entertaining thing they’ve seen all week.

Then Kory adds, softly:

“He’s letting someone in again. I think that matters.”

Dick nods, quieter now.

“She’s good for him. I can see it.”

Kory looks over again — Reader is now leaning slightly closer, nudging Tim with her elbow. He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move away.

“He’s smiling,” she says.

“He is.”

[indicresources]

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i recently switched to google sites and it's a dream to use so i decided to share this template with you guys! this is a multimuse rp template with three different navigation bars & four different muse list options. it has an extensive muse page with space for a bio, links & stats (all optional and customizable). i worked pretty hard on it so i hope you all enjoy using it as much as i do! ♡

do not remove the credit at the bottom of the pages or claim as your own.

reblog when using. liking is also appreciated!

feel free to change the template as much as you like. you don't need coding skills!

to use the template, click "⋮" next to the file you see in the link below and select "make a copy". that's it! you can now find it on your own google sites and google drive overview.

tip: make sure to check your result on your desktop and your phone!

any questions? feel free to ask! mwah!

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[codecatalogueth]

Felted

🧩 Author: jiko 🔗 Code Link: [ P2U ] Felted on Toyhouse 💠 Use Type: Pay to Use (P2U) 📄 Purpose: Character Profile 📝 Description: A clean, user-friendly character profile layout with a modern interface styled like a browser window. Features organized sections for profile stats, a personality description, and expandable tabs for background, trivia, and links. The sidebar includes a character icon and five stat bars (intelligence, charisma, confidence, humor, empathy). Comes in two versions: light custom-colored and dark Bootstrap for wider compatibility and personal aesthetic preference.

📷 Previews:

[thesovereignsring-if]

Patreon Update: Chapter 1 - Departure

Link to Patreon

Update WC: 15k+

Total WC: 65+

Hello hello! It’s update day! The journey truly begins now. This update comes with a bunch of new features and code.

PSA: I’ve managed to make a working update script that should help in a bug fixes in later updates, however, it’s finicky with old saves. I do not now if it will mess with old saves currently, but if you do run into any issues, you’d have to start over with a fresh new save. But I hope it doesn’t come to that. 🙏

Story:

12 years has past… You’re an adult now, how much as changed since then?

Name your new companion

Reconnect with the past and meet some important figures in the Empire

Have Dinner with the Empress

Features:

Customize your adult character. (More indepth with more options)

Added name suggestions in both adult and child customization

Choosing your backstory (soldier, scholar, diplomat) will give you a list of stats.(Str, Con, Dex, Arc, Cha) They will increase via actions overtime, but you can also gain stats by having certain items in your Armoury. (Which is implemented, but no items will be gained in this update)

Player information Page:

This page will store most of the information on your character as they grow and change throughout the story.

Features: Physical descriptions, working personality stat bars, alignment stat bars, character stats sheet

Childhood segment of the game comes with its own mini stat page with physical descriptions. It gets overwritten after the time skip.

Armoury/Inventory:

The armoury is where all item, weapons and trinket you've collected on your journey will be stored. Some items will increase your personal stats, which will help you to pass stat checks. You will be gaining items for the armoury in the next update.

Cast Page: I actually forgot about this one. But if its working, it's because it was from the early alpha. I will come back to it in the next update.

A few UI changes. The Player and Armoury as been added to the Footer of the interface for easy navigation.

[houseoflibra-if]

"House of Libra? It's best not to talk about them, lest you wish to end up silenced like how they once were."

House of Libra.

Once the peacekeepers of the kingdom, now reduced to nothing but a lost tale. They were well respected by many for maintaining the balance of the lands, yet betrayed by those who wished for too much.

However, without House Libra keeping the balance alive, the world succumbs to the ire of the Zodiac Aura. A powerful dose of magic pulses through the lands, mutating anyone without protection. But protection can only last so long, and it's only a matter of time before the Aura consumes the lands whole.

Your family remains as one of the only branches of House Libra left alive. Due to the natural essence of your house, your family is less affected by the Zodiac Aura. No matter, as House Libra grows smaller, the world continues to eat itself alive.

It's up to you to restore the peace in the lands, for you were born under the Equinox sky.

"Never forget my words, little star. This House may have fallen, yes, but we will rise again."

House of Libra: Resurgemus is an upcoming interactive fiction inspired by the zodiac signs. You will have the freedom to explore the story and its characters with depth, so questions and various asks are greatly encouraged! This series will be 16+ (TBC), on Twine.

Features:

Play as a male, female or non-binary person. Have the freedom to choose your appearance based on what you like.(Please take note that I am a new writer, as such I do not have much experience with writing non-binary characters/pronouns. Please bear with me!)

Shape your character and personality, should you be kind, cold or a sassy boss, the choice is yours.

Build relationships- or break them if you wish. The choice is yours, but your actions will have consequences.

Have a say in the way your back story is woven. Choose your desired trauma that will affect certain plots of the story.

Choices matter. Your actions and words will influence the ending you achieve, so be wise with how you wish to shape your story.

Romance ranges between the 4 given options, shower them with your own type of affection for they will adore you nonetheless. Or you could lead them to their deaths. Woopsie.

Choose your relationship with your family. Are you a loving family? Or do you constantly need family therapy? Choose their fates as well (but don't kill all of them, that's kinda mean.)

Gain new skills and various powers that will aid you in your journey. But be warned, will they great power comes great responsibility. And a greater chance of messing things up.

Various endings will (hopefully) be available based on your choices.

This IF will be more focused on interactions and choices compared to stats. I don't think I plan on having stats. Maybe a sanity bar, but I'll see how well the coding goes.

Romance Options

Avira/Aurelius Lozenges, [RO]

Age: 26

The eldest child of House Leo, Avira/Aurelius is the epitome of the zodiac's charms. Charismatic, ambitious and loyal to a fault, there's no wonder why they're called by the admirable title of House Leo's Golden Lion. They are expected to take over the ruling throne once their father retires.

Although, with every envied perfect child comes a chamber of secrets, and they are no different. Guarded eye(s) and tense shoulders, they seem constantly restless under judgmental gazes of everyone in the kingdom.

Perhaps, you may be able to give them the freedom they long for. After all, a lion in a castle is still a caged lion.

Romance trope:

Love at first fight

Tame a wounded beast

Cocky/Arrogant -> Soft/Sweet

Castora/Castor Dioscuri, [RO]

Age: 24

The renowned child of House Gemini, they are known for their sharp mouth and playful personality. Castora/Castor remains as the number one It Girl/Guy of the kingdom as they're not only captivating in nature, but they too posses a brilliant mind like no other. Having them on your side would be quite advantageous, no?

There's something off putting about them though, as the House of Gemini have always borne children that are twins no matter how different. Yet, Castora/Castor remains as the only member of House Gemini to be born alone.

Will you dig deeper into their depths? Or will you drown in their eyes, just like everyone else? With them, you are never alone.

Romance tropes:

Slow burn

Frenemies -> lovers

Closed off heart that's waiting to be loved

Esme/Esmeray von Aquaria, [RO]

Age: 28

Some people call them cursed.

And to others, they were simply unlucky as a child for straying too far.

Esme/Esmeray is a child of House Aquarius, yet they couldn't despise it enough. Known for being one if the most influential houses due to their unyielding intelligence, a child of House Aquarius must be perfect in the eyes of others.

Yet Esme/Esmeray is the exact opposite of that. Cursed by the effects of Zodiac Aura when they were younger, they carry the mark of the Waxing Moon. This affected their life despite protection given, and they will not rest until they slay the beast that hurt them so.

They have a cold and distant personality, paired with one of the brightest minds in the kingdom only to be rivaled by the child of House Gemini. Will you be the one to thaw this icy heart? Or will you suffocate in the depths of Aquaria?

Romance trope:

Grumpy/sunshine

Cold -> absolute simp

Heated arguments and soft confessions

Nyoka Constello, [RO]

Age: same as player character

The forgotten children of the banished zodiac. Nobody remembers how this House used to flourish as they are now called the Followers of Ophiuchus. Scorned by the lands and cursed by the stars, the last surviving followers live in hiding. Now, they are nothing but tales woven in time.

Well, that's for everyone else. Nyoka just so happens to be your childhood friend, having been born under the same moon and stars aligned. They used to be docile and caring, but times have changed and so have they. Don't fret, little star, for they still have a soft spot for you.

They have an unusual appearance, with a long and sturdy sea-snake tail paired with sharp semi-curved horns. Their dark eyes seem to pull you in, rivaling the stars above.

But the mutation is spreading, and they've no clue how much time they have left. Save them, if you must. Or watch the one you once loved die.

Romance trope:

Angst. Just angst. And maybe fluff.

Childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers

"Perhaps we were soulmates in another life."

Here are some things you need to know:

I am a new writer (this is my first interactive fiction project.) so not everything will be smooth sailing.

I estimate the demo to come out mid this year, but personal matters may change some things.

This is my passion project. Please don't expect me to dedicate all my time onto this as I have a life as well.

I'm very new to coding, so learning twine will take a while. I'll have to do a few test runs before releasing the demo.

I adore feedback and asks about the game. It helps me improve as a writer while getting to build my characters more.

I want to have fun with everyone, so hateful criticism will not be tolerated. Treat me with respect and I will return the gesture.

That's all for now (I think). Have fun reading!

Demo (TBA) || Character Post (TBA) || World building (TBA)

Credits to Doshiart on picrew for the character portraits!

[belit0]

College boy hcs for obito, shisui and itachi pleaseeeeee

This is out of the HS AU and the Mafia AU, different universe,

DIFFERENT UNIVERSE!!!

Obito

Major: Education or Psychology. Not because it was a lifelong dream, but because he had one good professor and suddenly wanted to be that for someone else.

Has zero sense of time. Shows up late, coffee in one hand, charger hanging out of his hoodie pocket like a tail.

Carries emotional support snacks everywhere. If you look remotely upset, he's offering you a half-crushed granola bar from the bottom of his backpack.

Somehow always involved in campus drama even though he tries to stay out of it. “I swear I was just getting some papers and suddenly there was a breakup happening.”

Stares off during class with the kind of intensity that makes you think he’s solving an emotional crisis. He’s actually thinking about whether fish get bored.

Gets crushes like they’re seasonal allergies—but he’s painfully loyal once it’s real. Has a sixth sense for when you’re stressed, but will offer help in the most awkward way possible.

Very warm, very physical. Leans on your shoulder while texting. Hugs like he means it. Has no idea how charming that is.

Shisui

Major: Political Science, minor in Sociology. He runs for every student election and actually wins because people like him.

Speaks well, dresses well, somehow looks good in those dumb free orientation T-shirts.

You’re never sure if he’s flirting or just being nice. Spoiler: it’s both. Always both.

The guy who gets roped into every group project because “he’s reliable.” Secretly resents it but shows up every time with color-coded notes.

Would bring you coffee without you asking and act like it was no big deal. Meanwhile, he’s been memorizing your order since week two.

Is alarmingly perceptive. Will call you out gently for not sleeping enough. Offers to quiz you for an exam and somehow makes it fun.

Never brags about anything, but his name gets dropped a lot. “Shisui helped me pass stats,” “Shisui got our club funding,” “Shisui knows a guy.”

Smiles with his whole face. Shrugs off compliments but gets a little quiet if you really mean it.

Itachi

Major: Philosophy or Literature. People either worship him or are scared of him. Often both.

Speaks in complete sentences. Has a notes app full of existential questions and grocery lists.

Shows up to class early and leaves last. Somehow never makes a sound opening his laptop.

Always looks like he just came back from an all-nighter. He did. But he also read three novels and wrote a paper that’ll ruin the grading curve.

Not on social media. When asked why, he says something cryptic like, “Too loud.”

If you sit next to him, he’ll let you copy his notes but won’t say much. Then you’ll get a book recommendation in your locker the next day.

Makes dry jokes no one catches until three seconds later. Occasionally says something deadpan that has people wheezing.

Surprisingly polite. Opens doors, hands back your pen, thanks the barista. Doesn't make a show of it—just quietly decent.

If he likes you, he won’t flirt. He’ll just... start showing up more. Your favorite café. Your favorite spot in the library. Then maybe one day he’ll say “You seem tired. I brought tea.” and that’s that.

[loveandleases]

Update Time

I just got back from a brief vacay on Sunday. I picked back up where I left off and now writing and proofing for the demo is done. I just need to port everything over to twine. Luckily I have large parts of it already ported, the ui, the stat bars, almost half the story itself. I want to post some of the side stories in as well, just for a little background, but that will be done after the demo is fully coded. It's a much larger beast than I anticipated, thankfully I type fast. I had expected the demo being between 30k-60k. It looks like after code it will come close to over 60k. If coding goes well then it should be out to beta this week. Now time for an energy drink, and go over my excel sheet to make sure all the variables are in order!

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