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throwaway-yandere · 1 year ago

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FLAWLESS (Yandere!Various Genshin/Reader)

A/n: This is a complete interactive fic w/ CGs! There’s an HP system and 4 possible endings (yandere!Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha). This is my final fanfic and I really put my best effort into drawing and writing this. Have fun!!! Your choices matter so read the evidences properly and try not to get a bad ending hahaha. (Pls answer this poll after and feel free to send me memes about who you got hAHHAHA)

Unreliable Synopsis: (Danganronpa!Genshin AU) If this is your last dance as an idol, then you do not want it. No. You’ll make the real criminal sing instead.

CW: yandere themes, blood, murders (well duh ansy–), and brief mentions of suicide.

Kazuha frowned. "For (L/n) (Y/n), this whole ordeal must seem like a flawless crime."

"They don't know the murder weapon, the suspects— no nothing." Kaveh sighed.

Alhaitham interjected. "Indeed, but the real questions will begin in a moment."

Words punctured the air in nameless accusations. Each time people enter this room, only distrust looms acting both as a safety blanket and suffocating plastic. You stared at the people left. One, two, three, four, five... You clenched your fist, and all those fingers pointed back at you.

The sixth.

There are only six survivors left.

"Say, (L/n) (Y/n)." Your Akademiyan companions stared at you as Kunikuzushi’s smirk could practically be heard in his voice. "Where were you at the time of the murder?"

You gulped.

The Teyvat Akademiya. Home only to the most renowned student of their craft. The faculty carefully picks out select groups of students to be their new freshmen- and it can only be counted by hand how many had declined such a generous offer. It was a government state university, but it was also a golden ticket to knowing people from high places.

Each student was known for contributing something in their fields of interest. In fact, both your adoptive siblings were alumni of this prestigious school. Your brother Aether was a famous "adventurer" (as he loved to call himself instead of an artifact-obsessed archeologist) whereas your sister Lumine was a remarkable swordswoman with a straight-edged track record. Even your older friends, Dainsleif, and a certain glasses-wearing individual you had forgotten the name of were graduates and now boast incredible resumes befitting of an Akademiyan. Each alumnus you've met wasn't someone any person with a head on their shoulders would dare disrespect.

But that was not the reason for your schoolmates’ evident intimidation.

“Allow them a moment to process,” Alhaitham scoffed. “The Body Discovery Announcement was approximately 2 hours ago. It’s challenging for individuals from the entertainment industry such as them to comprehend complicated matters in a few seconds.”

“I would’ve fainted at your rare attempt at empathy if it wasn't obviously pointed,” Kaveh scoffed before turning to you with a soft stare. “(Y/n), don’t listen to these two, I’m sure we can find out if you’re innocent or not later.”

You gave a short nod of assent.

Tragically, murders had become the norm for college students like yourself. No one has flinched at Kaveh’s grim mention of a suspect lurking by and none had the insanity to deny what had occurred.

It began when you first woke up in one of the Akademiya's classrooms. You stirred awake on a desk near Shikanoin Heizou, the "Detective Prince". He was a famous figure, so you instantly believed him when he said you were both hauled into this location against your will. You were enthused by his infectious desire to uncover whatever was behind the “kidnapping” you found yourselves in. He told you not to worry, that despite the barred windows and inaccessible exits, you'd both "probably" find a way out. As you both wandered around the area, you found fourteen other students (some familiar faces, some not as much). For a brief moment of hope, everyone thought escape was possible.

That was until a certain cold-eyed puppet entered the scene.

A heartless puppet you’re sure was waiting for everyone just under that elevator.

“Is… Is this everyone?” You asked like a mouse, frightened as your eyes darted for any hints of twinned cyan hair. Nothing about your recent behavior had gone unnoticed.

Senior Faruzan is missing…

Yoimiya frowned, grabbing your hand for comfort. “(Y/n)…”

Kunikuzushi scoffed. “Enough of this dumb ohhh boohoo exhibit. Let’s go.”

The most mysterious of the bunch left for the stairs immediately, punching the button on the elevator to its ground floor. Yoimiya huffed, muttering complaints about Kuni’s behavior while the three other men followed her silently. No one took the stairs two at a time and walked at a snail’s pace. A clear indication that no one wanted this to occur.

And just like in the previous cases, Kazuha’s eyes were on you the entire time but spoke nothing of this behavior.

The elevator door opened. You looked at the camera above it. If the Shogun's words are to be trusted, then the outside world is watching your every move like reality TV.

If that's the case, might as well give them a show.

Kunikuzushi stepped aside, royally ushering everyone— and specifically YOU— in.

“Idols first.”

Everyone entered the trial room. If the mood from earlier was tense, it is worse now that you’re inside. Stepping into the cold room makes the situation all the more real.

There is an execution waiting to happen, but without a hint if it’ll be “us” or “them”. Every bright person inside the room here had previously partaken in 4 of these court sessions by force. Since no one can exit the premises nor contact the outside world, the only key out was to kill and avoid getting caught. 5 people had attempted to commit murder, and considering how you’re still breathing, none of the “blackened” had succeeded in getting their way.

How… How did it come to this?

You enrolled in the Akademiya in hopes that you'd also find the subtle clues as to why Aether went missing, this wasn't in your plan.

Getting roped into this killing “game” was on no one’s to-do list. You received an invitation to enroll in the Akademiya because of your stark idol career, although your siblings being famous alumni may have greatly increased your chances of receiving that privilege. You would’ve thrown that paper into the fire if you knew you’d get dizzy upon arriving in the Akademiya and will wake up in such a heartbreaking dilemma. Hearing from a grapevine, you discovered that Kaveh was invited for his architectural drafts, Kazuha for his poems and a bit of swordsmanship in his repertoire, Yoimiya for her firework shows, and Kunikuzushi?… You don’t know. But you are wholly aware as to why Alhaitham is here as your senior— you were there when he opened his letter after all.

The “mascot” is yet to make her entrance. So, as “obedient” students, you’ve uncomfortably shuffled to the places you were meant to stand. Bile rose inside your throat as you looked at the last five students excluding yourself circling the room— with Faruzan’s crossed-out portrait to your right while Kamisato Ayaka’s on your left. It would appear that most of the dead students were on your side and the closest breathing person next to you was Kunikuzushi, who was two photographs away.

Alhaitham, Amber, Tighnari, Ajax, Albedo, Kamisato Ayaka, You, Faruzan, Xiao, "Kunikuzushi", Kaveh, Cyno, Yoimiya, Layla, Yunjin, Kaedehara Kazuha, and Shikanoin Heizou.

The deceased faces had been crossed out in bright violet paint, a nauseatingly unsubtle reminder that only six remained. Yet, the one that was meant to sit towering above was missing.

“… Where’s The Shogun?” Kazuha asked.

“Ah, so you do have a voice. And here I was about to call you a cricket. I thought our poet lost his words, considering how the previous trial ended,” Kunikuzushi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Just wait and see.”

You sighed, hoping it was quiet enough for Kuni not to have heard it.

The last trial broke everyone’s spirits and sense of camaraderie the most. Before trials, the puppet gives everyone an incentive to kill. In the Ayaka-Heizou murder case, each student was given a videotape that raised more questions than answers. Yours was a clip of Lumine, your fellow theater actors, and idol mates congratulating you for your enrollment before it cuts off to a scene of your home burned to cinders. As for Ayaka, hers was a short-lived message of her older brother asking her to come visit the clan for Thoma’s upcoming birthday— before it cuts to a gruesome scene of her brother fatally wounded on their living room floor.

“Find out what happens once you graduate!”... and then the tape ends.

Whoever was the mastermind behind this killing, you had to admit, they were an expert in psychological torture. And unfortunately for everyone, Ayaka was a smart individual— killing the most trustworthy student, Heizou, to cover her tracks better. She put up quite the fight in manipulating everyone to think that you and Kaveh were possible culprits.

You even got into an argument with the calmest person around. Kazuha was “convinced” that Ayaka was right, which led to you two entering an incredibly heated argument that left him depressed with his rejected apology. You were on "good terms" with him before, that being he would always offer to cook food and accompany you often.

… Perhaps that was a good thing. Discreetly, you thought he strangely knew you to a degree that makes you far from comfortable. It still bugs you how he knew you all too well and yet you know nothing about him other than his aspirations: traditional Inazuman poetry writing with a bit of karuta on the side.

Maybe he used to be a big fan of yours? Even so, the foundation of your music, choreography, and persona was weaved through a tapestry of feel-good lies. And yet, he was wise enough to speak your true thoughts before you even hesitated to voice them in your cheery idol tone.

But that’s not the issue right now.

The issue on your plate was that you had no evidence to prove your innocence except for the list of school rules on your E-Handbook because you were convinced someone will kill you during the investigation.

You laughed to yourself bitterly. Might as well review those rules now.

You opened the E-Handbook.

As per “school rules”, there are regulations to be had in a murder game, but none stick to you as these three. Rule #10 and #7: A class trial will commence after three or more students have discovered a corpse, and a Body Discovery Announcement will play as soon as it occurs. However, a trial will be held if and only if every survivor is present; failure to do so will result in class “expulsion.”

And the last rule that never left your mind was Rule #8: If the guilty party is exposed during the class trial, they alone will be executed.

By the end of Trial #4, she did not receive a proper execution. Ayaka was compelled to restore her honor and raised her sword to…

…

… You couldn’t hate her for it. Even though you were close friends with Heizou, you couldn’t hate any of your fellow students. They all had family, hopes, and visions for the future. Each one here was "a fledgling barely out of the nest." You couldn’t deny that you would’ve done the same.

"Since the Shogun isn't here yet, let's get a headstart," Kaveh gripped the court fence, eyeing everyone with a nervous stare and stiff posture. "What's your alibis?"

Nobody raised their voice initially. You cast a pitying glance toward Kaveh. When it comes to your closest friendships, he comes in second only to Heizou. As someone who had seen the horrors of the media which is essentially a mirror of the world's social issues, Kaveh's one of the few decent individuals left on the planet, in your opinion. In moments of quiet, you, Kaveh, and Faruzan used to chat together, with Heizou periodically interrupting to share his findings regarding everyone's entrapment.

Considering how Kaveh is your last true friend left, you volunteered yourself.

"I never left my room," you spoke audibly depressed, no longer caring that you appeared un-idol-like. "And I refused entry as well. I heard a couple of angry knocks at 9:37 p.m., but I didn't open my door for anyone."

You looked at Kazuha, hurt and accusingly.

You'd never forget how Kazuha called you a murderer. That intense argument made up 30% of Heizou's class trial. He lost his composure and called you a "dishonorable monster". The whole back-and-forth was very much unlike him. After the trial, neither of you talked– and you never left your room unless it was to get something to eat without anyone in sight.

If he was the one who killed Faruzan because he can’t get to you, then you’ll…

"9:37 eh? You got a watch now?" Kunikuzushi pointed at your wrist.

You snapped out of your aggression and nodded, which made him break out in a fit of laughter.

"HAHAHA!!!" Kunikuzushi grinned, wide. "Learned your lesson, huh?!"

You scoffed, but your ego was humbled and your heart sank at his harsh words.

Everyone in the room nearly lost their lives because of your time-blindness. It's precisely what made Kazuha suspicious of your motives. You were always unsure of the time, hence, you didn't have the most watertight alibi compared to Ayaka. Before you entered your room to lock yourself, Alhaitham blocked the door with his shoe and handed you his spare wristwatch. He was the last person you saw before your self-isolation.

"Good," Alhaitham said. "And you, Kunikuzushi?"

"Are we going to ignore that angry knocking thing?" Kaveh rightfully asked.

"Let's complete the first task first," Alhaitham answered. "Let's follow the circle; it's (Y/n), then Kunikuzushi, Kaveh, Yoimiya, Kazuha, then I."

"Conveniently putting yourself last," Kunikuzushi snarled. "But whatever. I was napping in my dorm. Woke up when I heard footsteps outside and decided to investigate. The discovery alarm rang off when I entered the nurse's office the second time."

Kaveh fell silent, his face pale.

"I… never went to m dorm that night"

"Oh?" You and Yoimiya curiously said in unison.

"I-I was with Alhaitham, patrolling!!!" Kaveh defended; his arms in the air. "I swear on my life, I was with him! We're probably the footsteps Kuni heard."

He spoke as if it was a good thing with his mouth, but he was whispering that it wasn’t with his eyes.

"Can't be certain," Kunikuzushi threw in a quick grumble and snapped his fingers. “But I think that's probably the case.”

"That makes sense. I mean, if Kuni was telling the truth then that just means there's more chance it's just those two hopping around. Oh, and I was actually on the second floor at the time. I was in the recreational room cause I wanted to get tokens for the cute little Shogun Stall.'' If Kuni’s side comment lasted a month, then Yoimiya's would be a year– but her good cheer is just what everyone needed to alleviate the tension.

"I wasn't in my dorm room either," Kazuha said. "I was in the cafeteria. I couldn't sleep so I decided to fry fish."

"True, I think. When I checked the cafeteria a knife was missing from the shelf."

"We’ll keep your fact-checking in mind, Miss Naganohara."

No soul was sure if Alhaitham was being genuine about it except for you. And the answer was yes, he was being warily appreciative. Admittedly, you don’t know any of these people before this killing game started, except for one person…

Alhaitham looked away, conscious of how you looked at him.

In all fairness, Alhaitham was closer to Lumine than you and Aether, and he wasn’t your favorite neighbor either. As a kid, he was the type who would leave in the middle of hide-and-seek simply because the ordeal wasn’t “stimulating” to his developing intellect. He had a habit of causing uncomfortable situations just to “observe” your reactions with an emotionless stare. Alhaitham had once given you a sumeru rose with a startling grasshopper to see how you would behave, and the worst part is that everyone knows he did these without malice. His grandmother had to force a sorry out of him for your tears to dry. “He probably has a crush on you, you know how boys are,” was the excuse the old lady tried, but your twin siblings were quick to shut that thought down. You and he were simply oil and water, nothing more, nothing less.

But there were times you two got along. When you aired out loud sentiments regarding how stuffy his room must be, you snatched the book he was reading and dashed up the nearest tree. Despite his grumbling reservations, he was thankful that you taught him how to climb that afternoon. That was the first you saw him smile wider than usual and offered to narrate the book you stole: The Little Prince.

However, that version of Alhaitham you’ve come to love remains awol amidst this killing game.

"As for my whereabouts: Kaveh is correct. He and I were patrolling just the first floor and exchanging conversation. Neither of us could sleep. We started at 9:15 and ended abruptly at 11:05, when we, along with Kunikuzushi, found–"

"The body." Kunikuzushi finished.

"Yes," Alhaitham said.

Kunikuzushi smirked. From your perspective, the worst part about this was not Kunikuzushi’s inappropriate smugness, but the look in his eyes that mirrored what Heizou used to have— what your good friend used to be. The light in his eyes, his more forward demeanor, the way he crossed his arms and snapped his fingers– it was as if he was copying him.

Mocking him.

You hate Kunikuzushi. You detest just how much you don’t know why he’s in the Akademiya or anything else about him other than his first name. You loathe how he had made it his job to be the antagonist of every damn class trial. You hate how he looks at you as though you’re beneath him. You despise how much he is willing to withhold vital information till the very end.

Kunikuzushi is like a commedia dell’arte stock character. A Scaramouche. An unreliable servant. You can’t trust a man who said he was moved by your acting in all your filmography only to act like he wants nothing more than to crush your spirits once lives were at stake.

After listening to everyone’s alibis, your intuition screamed from something deep within a place you had begun to trust after experiencing these trials:

Out of six survivors, FOUR of them are hiding something.

“Is everyone present?”

Before you could speak up, a low and refined woman’s voice stole everyone’s attention. All turned to gaze at the long synthetic-haired lady with a katana by her side. She returned the stares with an unfathomable coldness as she strutted to her throne, the silk of her grand kimono touching the floor.

There she is. The lone audience and judge. The puppet: the Almighty Raiden Shogun. Undoubtedly made of metal and not flesh. Xiao had learned that firsthand when he sacrificed his life in an honorable duel against the captor— but seeking freedom by force was of no use when she herself is capable of the murders she wished to witness.

“Very well. We shall begin.”

“W-Wait, hold up, ma'am!”

The last vaguely extroverted cheerleader raised her hand; her bravery to interrupt the Shogun was acknowledged.

“... Can I share my E-Handbook data with (Y/n)?” She asked, high-pitched.

The medical and criminological technology of this era eluded everyone. Trapped inside the Akademiya with no phones or any signal to the outside world, each student only has their E-Handbook to rely on. It contains information the owner investigated regarding murders and records testimonies made by their peers. A handbook is only “handy” for both people who were hoping to survive and those who were hoping to twist the facts.

And that offer is exactly what you need.

“You see– they didn’t leave their room during the investigation period– probably worried that the killer might be after them next and they kinda turned into a hikikomori for the past few days. I’m kinda worried they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves on this trial so… So, uh… Pretty please?” The blonde girl smiled nervously.

The Raiden Shogun stared, calculating.

“I shall allow it.”

“Thank you so much!” Yoimiya tapped her E-Handbook as fast as she could, more eager than you were in watching the loading screen fill up.

(SYSTEM: RECEIVING NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA’S E-HANDBOOK DATA…)

(SYSTEM: TRANSFER COMPLETE.)

You smiled at Yoimiya but it came out crooked and jaded. She didn’t complain that you weren’t at your top form today, but she did send you a loud “Do your best!” in her native tongue.

The Shogun walked to the throne and took her seat.

“Now then, let the class trial begin.”

Out like a bolt of lightning, the doors behind you were completely shut with metal bars in her flick of a wrist. In her twisted form of justice, she hammered the circular surface with her gavel.

“Court is now in session.”

(SYSTEM: TAP HERE TO CONTINUE)

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tainbocuailnge · 4 months ago

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I think the bungled english fsn release is even more bewildering and depressing because of the amount of effort clearly put into updating the visuals. fate/stay night was originally in 4:3 ratio and every single cg and background and transition and animation has been manually expanded to 16:9 instead, and it's all done so well that it feels almost completely natural to me as someone who's had this vn injected in my bloodstream for over a decade. clearly there were people involved who really cared about polishing up this 20 year old game and getting it out there in the west. but whoever at aniplex is responsible of actually packing up the game and putting it out there in the west has to actively resent that their infinite money generator is a visual novel series for some reason because that's the only explanation that makes sense for how much they keep fucking this up

#anyway i love cuchulainn

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quinnysnursery · 2 months ago

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imagine cg!matt taking his little to the park or something and there’s an adult there being judgmental 😓 they actually approach them and start being horrible and matt just sticks up for his little 😭🦋

[🩹] if you can't say something nice... | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader

summary : matt and his little one attempt having a good day at the park. sadly, things don't go as planned.

warning/extra tid-bits : age regression being mistaken for DDLG, swearing, panic attack, i think that's it

word count : 1,557

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (flower/leafy thing from @saradika-graphics)

a/n : I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS ONE-SHOT C: (not proof read, i'm just a girl!)

Today was supposed to be a good day. In fact, it was supposed to be such a good day that you’d been looking forward to it since last Friday- texting your caregiver about your plans at least once a day.

“Dada!! We still goin park?!” “Park in two days!!” “PARK TODAYYY”

Honestly, it had been a good day- for the most part. Matt got to your house early and helped you pick out the perfect outfit for a day at the park. On the way there, Matt stopped and picked up your absolute favorite fast food- being sure to add on an extra kids meal toy just for you.

It was safe to say that you were deep in your headspace by the time you and your caregiver got to the park. “Ya ready?” Matt asked as he opened the passenger side door, unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you get out the car.

“Uh-huh!” You chirped, holding onto Matt’s hand as you buzzed with excitement. As the two of you began approaching the park- a gentle breeze flowing through the air was enough to cool you down from the warm sun beaming down on you.

Matt had been smart enough to take you to the park during the week, while school was in session. This meant that the park was only occupied by elderly people enjoying their retirement and the occasional jogger, and the playground was completely free of anyone.

You bounced excitedly as you made your way over to the swings, the mulch under your shoes crunching as you rushed over. “Push ‘e!” You smiled, earning a raised eyebrow from your caregiver.

“Manners, baby.” He directed gently- Matt was by no means a “strict” caregiver. If anything, he probably spoiled you a bit too much however that didn’t mean he didn’t have to put his foot down from time to time.

You blinked at him for a few moments before realizing your mistake, “Oh! Sorry! Push ‘e, pleaaaseee.” You dragged out, a toothy grin accompanying your words. Matt instantly gave in, praising you for remembering your manners.

Matt came up from behind you, pushing you gently. You began moving you back and forth- gravity raising you higher and higher.

You giggled and swung your legs back and force, pretending to scoop ice cream with your legs- a method that had been taught to you by Matt when you first met.

You were having the best time. The breeze in your hair, the occasional chit-chat with your caregiver about the squirrels that were chasing each other around a nearby tree. You were deep in your headspace, somewhere around 4…maybe 5. It was good, it was peaceful.

Matt stopped pushing you for a moment, letting gravity bring you back to him. You looked up at him, smiling brightly. “Hi dada.” You smiled, keeping your voice quiet- nobody was near but still.

“Hi babygirl.” Matt smiled back, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. You let out a soft giggle, kicking your legs happily.

“YOU TWO.” An angry voice yelled, causing you to jump and subconsciously reach for Matt. Matt instantly stepped in front of you, “Is there a problem?” He asked- tone protective.

Your eyes followed Matt’s, landing on a middle-aged woman with a deep set scowl on her face. “Yes, as a matter of fact there is.” She spat out, “This is a children’s playground.” She stated, pointing at you.

Matt furrowed his brow, “Yes ma’am but there aren’t any kids here right now-” He tried explaining, only to be cut off. “That doesn’t matter! You two are infesting it with your…ways.” She grimaced- you wondered in the back of your head if her facial muscles ever grew sore from frowning so much.

“Our ways?” Matt asked, confused as to what she meant. The woman stammered for a moment before getting her words out, “Don’t act dumb boy! I know all about what you two are doing…that disgusting daddy dom shit!”

Her words rang around your ears, immediately bringing your heart to the pit of your stomach. Matt scoffed, “No ma’am, you’ve got it mistaken-” Your caregiver was cut off once again, “Don’t play dumb with me, boy!” She screeched.

Your heart began beating rapidly along with your breath quickening. You tugged on the back of Matt’s jacket, his head instantly whipping around to you- his eyes softened as he saw your tear-filled ones.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here baby.” Matt decided, officially putting an end to your perfect day. You nodded solemnly, standing up off the swing- doing your best to ignore the various insults being flung at both you and your caregiver.

Matt lead you to the car, helping you into the passenger and spilling out apologies as he buckled you in. “I’m so sorry baby, we’ll come back another day. Okay?” He said gently, but you simply stared into your lap sadly- attempting to blink back tears.

Matt let out a soft sigh, closing the passenger side door and jogging over to the driver's seat- sliding in and starting the car. “Do you wanna try another park? School doesn’t get out for another few hours so-” You shook your head, causing Matt to stop talking as his face formed a frown.

Matt sighed, starting the car and putting it into reverse. As you watched the playground grow smaller the further you got, you couldn’t help but let some tears slip out. Matt glanced at you, his heart breaking as he watched you break down in the passenger seat of his car.

“Baby… I know, I know.” He cooed, only making your tears rush out quicker. Your breathing hitched as your vision blurred, “M’ jus’ wanted ‘oo play!” You choked out, Matt’s comforting words falling on deaf ear.

Your breathing continued to quicken before you realized you weren’t able to control it any longer, it was as if there wasn’t enough air in your lungs. Matt recognized your panicked state, making quick work to pull into an empty Target parking lot and pulling into an empty space.

“Oh bunny…” He cooed, turning to face you and pulling you into a hug- leaning awkwardly over the middle console. You choked out a sob into his shoulder, blubbering out apologies about ruining his t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that right now, I have plenty of shirts.” Matt comforted, rubbing circles into your back in an effort to soothe your cries. You sniffled, nodding as you hide your face into the crook of his neck. “M’ not…not like that!” You cried out, the thought of your safe headspace being seen as something NSFW making you feel dirty.

“I know baby, I know you aren’t.” He lulled, pressing gentle kisses atop your head. He pulled away, lifting up your chin to make your eyes meet his. Matt’s heart broke at the sight of your red nose and puffy eyes.

He quickly dug in the middle console for fast food napkins that were usually used when Chris or Nick spilled their drinks, but today they’d have to make due as tissues.

Matt wiped your nose with one napkin before grabbing another and carefully dabbing your wet eyes. “Deep breath in.” He coached, mimicking the action he was describing. You took a shaky breath in, earning praise from your caregiver.

“Good job, good job baby.” He smiled. “And out.” He breathed out, smiling as you followed suit. “You did so great, baby!” He praised, moving your hair away from your face.

You smiled back at your caregiver, still a bit sniffly from the tears that were previously streaming down your face. “M’ wanted ‘oo play…” You frowned, pouty lip.

Matt nodded sympathetically, rubbing your shoulder. “I know precious, I know.”

“She was so mean!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and sitting back in your seat. Matt thought for a moment before nodding, “She was, wasn’t she?”. You nodded, “But hey,” Matt’s words caught your attention- making you look at him once again.

“We’re gonna go back to the park tomorrow and have so much fun, yeah?” He smiled, immediately plastering a smile onto your face. You nodded quickly, your hair bouncing as you did. “And we both know that we aren’t gross, right?” He asked, you thought for a moment before nodding. “M’ not gross, she’s g’woss.” You decided, earning a soft chuckle from Matt.

“That’s right baby.” He smiled, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.

The two of you sat together for a bit, enjoying people watching in the car before Matt began driving back to the triplets house- only after promising to watch a movie and cuddle.

“What movie do you think we should watch?” He asked as he turned into the neighborhood. You thought for a moment before gasping and turning to your caregiver- excitement sparkling in your eyes.

“Bambi!” You smiled, Matt nodded. “Bambi it is, baby.”

You were silent for a few moments before speaking up again, doing your best impression of the animated rabbit from the movie. “If ‘ou can’t say some’ing nice…” You looked at your caregiver with expecting eyes.Matt chuckled lovingly at the connection you’d made between the experience from the park and your favorite Disney movie. “Don’t say nothin’ at all.” He smiled, parking the car in the garage and tapping your nose playfully.

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cerastes · 1 year ago

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I’m so happy this CG exists. Look at that damn face. A combination of the cat surrounded by knives and the cat that knocked over the onions. Immaculate.

If Dusk is the loving, capricious playful hater and Ya is the bitter, impossibly angry malding hater, then Ho’ol completes this triforce of haters by being an actual, bona fide arsonist that gleefully burns every bridge she can get her funny pizza fingers on. Indiscriminate, rated E for Everyone, she does not relent at any moment from going full in, why is she like that? If you put Ho’ol in the same room with the sweetest 8 year old, she will find a way to shit on her favorite color and animal, awakening in the child hatred and killing intent. Ho’ol will see you attain Nirvana and say “this bitch doesn’t have the balls to reincarnate”. Ho’ol in the 2000s would wait until your 2mb file that’s taken your 56k modem 4 days to download is at 98% before giving you an important phone call.

She hates with artistic gusto. It’s not like she even needs to provoke these feelings for her work in half of the situations! She straight up just loves it! BIG fan of the scent of freshly burned bridges! Ho’olheyak plays Call of Duty with open mic. Ho’olheyak would swat you if she knew where you lived. She sucks ass. She is the best.

And that face encompasses all of that in one single wicked smile, that wicked smile that asks you, pray tell, what are your intentions with that big bat? Do you intend to strike her? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill her in one shot.

#arknights #marriage material for enjoyers of troublesome women #ho’olheyak

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tobyisave · 6 months ago

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Peridot regeneration timeline! Just so i could dress her up a little hehe

(Headcanons I made while drawing this under the cut)

1. Along with not being able to shapeshift, Era 2s can’t do much more with their regenerations than change the color of their skin, which is why all of her outfits are skintight. (Except her visor because I don’t know fuck me I guess).

2. To cut costs, Era 2s also emerge knowing literally nothing except how to do their job (hence "touch stumps" "gravity connectors" etc). During “corrections” she gets her first uniform, which is a physical object they glue onto her - you can tell because her doll joints still show underneath. This is the only outfit that hangs off her body.

3. The first outfit also includes a mass-produced visor that doesn’t have a hole for her gem, so she suffers some energy deprivation having to absorb light through the glass. In her next regen she produces her own visor with a hole around her forehead, then by the next she figures out how to make it perfectly cut around her gem. The visor is what blocks you from seeing the facet edges of the gem (except I forgot to draw them again in the last design lol).

4. Her first limb enhancers are high quality and match her skin tone and everything. At 250 when she’s basically just an intern, she gets into an argument with a higher-up, who destabilizes her and revokes her fingers for a while --- this is when she becomes an obsessive rule-follower. After she gets exploded at age 2000 (rip) she gets these more generic enhancers that don’t match as well (the same kind of ‘spare’ enhancers Amethyst wears later on). They have a slightly different UI she doesn’t completely figure out until 3000 when she’s fighting the CGs.

5. Her feet are formless blobs because they were never supposed to see the light of day. She turns them into boots at the end because it’s the first time she’s really needed shoes. She still has fingers, though, because they figured she needs those in order to put on limb enhancers.

6. In canon, the fact that she stays the same before and after Garnet poofs her probably proves that she's just had the same design her entire life? But I will point out that for some reason, when she got put in a bubble it prevented her from experiencing the passage of time while poofed (right down to her continuing her own sentence when she regenerates this time).

#steven universe #peridot #su peridot #peridot su #my art #my posts #fanart #su fanart #apologies to anyone who wanted me to post anything other than peridot ever again #praying for you guys

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incorrect-hs-quotes · 9 months ago

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CG: I LIKE WHEN VENT POSTS SELF-CENSOR IN A WAY THAT'S COMPLETELY INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO ANYONE ELSE. LIKE "I'M SO SICK OF ****** ******* ******". I'M SORRY THAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH IT. CAN I BUY A FUCKING VOWEL

GC: 1 L1K3 COUNT1NG TH3 4ST3R1SKS 4ND GU3SS1NG WH4T TH3 WORDS 4R3. YOURS S4YS "1M SO S1CK OF GNOM3S FUCK1NG P3OPL3"

CG: * **** *** ** **** ** ** ******* **** ***** * *** *** *** *** *******.

GC: "4 CR4B C4N B3 HUG3 1F 1T 3XP4NDS V3RY L4RG3. 1 C4N NOT L3T TH4 TH4PP3N"

#source: @spiribia and @orcboxer #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #karkat vantas #terezi pyrope

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just-a-carrot · 8 months ago

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IT IS HERE. HUZZAH.

The finale to my big massive queer horror game is now released. Which means that, after 2 years and 8 months, the game is now complete. (And I am now officially spent.)

The finale features:

🖼️109 CGs

🔚4 epilogues (1 neutral and 3 LI-focused)

🌳3 cutscenes

⁉️A lot of answers

💦A lot of tears

💕A lot of heart

If you're new to this school, Our Wonderland is a super cool and definitely not traumatic horror-fantasy visual novel following a passel of childhood pals returning to the wish-granting wonderland of their youth. Or, as I also like to describe it, "five 30-year-olds tackling the traumas of a cis- het- allonormative world in a land where all their (darkest) dreams come true."

It stars an awkward biro-ace guy who may or may not get some gay kisses as he struggles to figure himself out (and keep from dying). YEAHHHHHHH.

The full game features:

283k words (around 20-25 hours)

520 CGs (because I'm severely unhinged)

96 unique sprites (+ countless variations)

7 animatic-style semi-animated cutscenes

12 optional deaths (+4 non-optional deaths)

1 heart (my own)

Please to be enjoying the finale to my magnum opus!!!

Read the launch devlog here! (contains extra details on the launch plus about 2k words of my unfettered ramblings)

OR jump ssssstraight to the main game page to download! (IT'S FREE)

#our wonderland #update: ow #visual novel #interactive fiction #lgbt #asexual #ace #queer horror #gay #mlm #boy's love

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chaeryeos · 22 days ago

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀੭੭⠀like choco: the event⠀❀ ݂ ⠀ ༝ ⠀RESULTS

i want to thank you guys so much for a successful event, last event i did flopped so bad, but tysm for making this one work 😭 i seriously loved ALL of the entries so please please please don't feel bad if you weren't mentioned...

੭ৎ⠀reminder of the prizes:

1 ⠀༝ ⬫ ݂ 100 rbs, 4 custom icons, 3 mbs, 2 headers 2⠀ ༝ ⬫ ݂ 75 rbs, 3 custom icons, 2 mbs, 1 header 3⠀ ༝ ⬫ ݂ 50 rbs, 2 custom icons, 1 mb, 1 header ⠀⠀ ༝ ⬫ ݂ hmㅤ. 25 rbs, 1 header/mb/loc (choose!)

𝒇irst <⠀ @jaexiyu ✧ entry ⠀᱖⠀okay. i have NO WORDS for this i swear. it's so gorgeous and omg my jaw dropped when i saw it... i seriously love this SO much kimi 😭 like the colors make me want to redecorate my room i swear on my life... congrats ml !!

𝒔econd <⠀ @dollfacedb1tch ✧ entry ⠀᱖⠀when i say the competition was close, this is what i meant. i was so torn between this entry and kimi's entry so bad omg 😭 i swear at one point i wanted to make it a tie but that wouldn't be fair right 😼 but this is SO gorgeous, i love the aesthetic, cg!

𝒕hird <⠀ @wonjuii ✧ entry (paid) ⠀᱖⠀THIS IS SO NOT FREAKING FAIR... i swear, i had SUCH a hard time choosing third place, but weirdly this entry was DRAWING ME IN, like idk why i felt like metal to a magnet 😭 oh my god, saarah, this is gorgeous girl. i literally love it and it looks so scrumptious ?!??! cg!

𝒉onorable 𝒎entions <⠀

@sxgarhan ✧ entry (paid) ⠀᱖⠀fricking sulli omg, this hit me hard in so many ways i swearr 😭 dodo i love this so much, idk why but i love these styles of moodboards, it just hits so hard.

@neapolitism ✧ entry ⠀᱖⠀i swear this moodboard made me love lovelyz more. like seeing someone make something so gorgeous for lovelyz made me wanna worship them, like this is so pretty?!?

@kissunoo ✧ entry (paid) ⠀᱖⠀dude. the pictures match SO well, for one. like i was this close to putting it in top three 😭 also yesss the aesthetic i love it so muchh! brings me back and makes me feel like royalty!! (love the color combo) worshipping our queens for reall !

@sugarish ✧ entry (paid) ⠀᱖⠀ok at first you were also in the little message at the bottom but YAY u got ur account back 😍 this entry was absolutely gorgeous, like jaw droppingly gorgeous. lowkey you would've been higher but i made this post before you got ur account back and i'd feel bad taking someone down 😞 LOVE YOU THO

⚠︎ @yawntapes would've been here (or higher) if it weren't for the fact that the acc is no longer available ..

everyone mentioned above, please message me within the time frame of two weeks to claim your prizes! reminder that they will most likely take a long time to complete, as i still have school etc.

lmk which post to reblog, details abt moodboards, icons, and headers! i'm so grateful for yall, congrats to you! and even if you weren't mentioned above, it's not because your entry was bad–i genuinely had such a hard time choosing, like i was about to call it quits...! tysm everyone for joining...

𝒂ll 𝒆ntries <⠀

@y-unrei ✧ entry1 entry2⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @chenjiyaoi ✧ entry

@sxgarhan ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @yeoniis ✧ entry

@wonjuii ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @kthice ✧ entry

@kissunoo ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @galapogos ✧ entry

@x-aravv ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @purinkiss ✧ entry

@dollfacedb1tch ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @neapolitism ✧ entry

@jaexiyu ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @awwriri ✧ entry

@7wuliy ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @sugarish ✧ entry

@kokoch4nel ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @yawntapes ✧ entry

@flaireur ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @hourlyhoon ✧ entry

@nishirikiz ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @fluiora ✧ entry

@beompercar ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @cupid-l0v3r ✧ entry

@hypndiary ✧ entry⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ @ezzoae ✧ entry

have a great day my loves ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ (special mention to esha for reminding me abt this (oopsie)

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coolguyhsupage · 11 months ago

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Daddy's Broken Good Girl w/ Korrupted-Bunny

Hello everyone! Here is a new file I created recently. This file is featuring the lovely @korrupted-bunny. She's done great work for me in the past and has also done great stuff with NNPP. Please go follow her, as she's very talented and very sexy!

This file is about, pardon the pun, corruption and programming and being the best broken Good Girl you can be for Daddy.

You can find the full file in the link above! For the full script, click on the "Keep Reading" tab!

Updated info!

Content:

YouTube.com/CoolGuyHSU

Soundgasm.net/u/CGHypnosisOnYT

Contact Info:

Kik: coolguyhsu

Discord: coolguyhsupage

E-mail: [email protected]

Now, let’s begin by taking a nice, deep breath in… and then slowly, letting it out. Once again, slowly in… and deeply out. Good job. In… and out. Letting all your tension flow away.

Just continue to breathe, slowly and deeply, as you start to relax. You may notice, or perhaps, you have already noticed, that with every breath that you take and every word that I say, that you’re beginning to feel more and more relaxed. In fact, you’ve likely noticed how your body seems to relax so easily, so automatically, listening to my voice, with no worries or hesitation, because your body already knows what to do, and already knows how to do it.

Notice, how with every word that you hear, that you continue to feel better and better, happier and happier, as every word sinks you deeper and deeper into your mind, letting you feel more and more relaxed. Just feeling so good, so relaxed, so at ease, with no thoughts or worries, no cares or concerns. Just following my voice, allowing it to guide you, allowing yourself to follow them with no hesitation or resistance.

And now, I’m going to count down, from 5 down to 1. And as I count down with each number, you will drop twice as deep as you are currently.

And 1.

Doing what I'm told make me happy. I'm too dumb and horny to resist Daddy's control. So, I edge and edge and edge and edge and edge. I'm too dumb to cum.

I'm Daddy's property. More and more his, every day. I love how happy I feel knowing I'm Daddy's property. I love how happy Daddy is when I please him.

I need Daddy's help to be better for him. I need to be better for him. I need to improve for him. I need Daddy to mold me.

I'm Daddy's brainless fucktoy. I love being submissive for him. I love how powerless I feel. I love being his property. I'll do anything for Daddy. I'm willing to do anything to please him and have his attention and love.

I don't have to hide it anymore. I want my thoughts to leak away. I want my thoughts to be replaced by Daddy and his programming. I can feel my mind leaking, dripping out of my cunt.

I want to be Daddy's pleasure puppet. I can't help it. I love him. I love how he makes me feel. I want to surrender to him so completely. I want to be absolutely controlled by Daddy.

Please Daddy... take me. Take away my thoughts. Let me surrender to you and be controlled by you. Please. Please help me be better. Please Daddy. I need you, Daddy. I need you so badly. Take me away. Take everything. I'm all yours.

I need it. I ache for it. I can't resist anymore. I've needed you for so long. You complete me, Daddy. I want to be everything for you. Please Daddy. Please help me.

Notice, how as my words become your thoughts, how everything else just fades away, until nothing exists except for my words and the good feelings that they give you. The more you follow my words, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you want to follow my words. It feels so good to follow them, so good to obey them, and you know the more you follow them the more powerful they become. It feels so good to let my words become more and more powerful, let my words become stronger and stronger, because the stronger they become, and the more power they have over you, the better you feel and the happier you become as a result.

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Doing what I'm told make me happy. I'm too dumb and horny to resist Daddy's control. So, I edge and edge and edge and edge and edge. I'm too dumb to cum.

I'm Daddy's property. More and more his, every day. I love how happy I feel knowing I'm Daddy's property. I love how happy Daddy is when I please him.

I need Daddy's help to be better for him. I need to be better for him. I need to improve for him. I need Daddy to mold me.

I don't have to hide it anymore. I want my thoughts to leak away. I want my thoughts to be replaced by Daddy and his programming. I can feel my mind leaking, dripping out of my cunt.

I want to be Daddy's pleasure puppet. I can't help it. I love him. I love how he makes me feel. I want to surrender to him so completely. I want to be absolutely controlled by Daddy.

I need it. I ache for it. I can't resist anymore. I've needed you for so long. You complete me, Daddy. I want to be everything for you. Please Daddy. Please help me.

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Daddy… Fill me with your control. Fill me with more desire than I can take. Fill me with more horniness than I’ve ever felt. Take me above and beyond what I thought was possible. Drop me deeply… drop me so much deeper than I could possibly imagine. Take me where there is only complete nothingness, complete emptiness. Take me where my mind is gone. Mindfuck me into oblivion again. Anytime, in any way you please. I’ll gladly lose it all to you because you enjoy taking it all from me… I want you to have all. I want you to have all of me. My Daddy... Take me. Fill me. Control me. I’m yours. Always. (Yes Daddy.)

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It feels so good to follow my words, (Yes Daddy.) feels so good to obey my words, feels so good to follow everything I tell you. (Yes Daddy.) You know that my words are your reality, and that your reality is made up of my words. (Yes Daddy.) You know that whatever I tell you, you instantly feel, hear, smell, taste, and see, exactly as I describe it to you. (Yes Daddy.) Everything that I tell you instantly sinks into the deepest parts of your mind. (Yes Daddy.) Everything that I tell you, both in this file, and my others, you instantly obey, without any other question or hesitation. (Yes Daddy.) Everything I tell you is always the best idea that you’ve ever heard before. (Yes Daddy.) Everything that I tell you is always the most important thing for you to do at that moment. (Yes Daddy.) It does not matter if you are awake or asleep, my words instantly sink into the deepest parts of your mind and body.

- - -

(Repeat)

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You want to be a good girl, don’t you? (Yes Daddy.) That’s why you keep submitting, keep obeying, and keep listening to my voice and my files. (Yes Daddy.) That’s why you let all my words slip deep into your subconscious, (Yes Daddy.) gradually making you more and more mindless, more and more compliant, more and more aroused. (Yes Daddy.) More and more, every day, you warp your mind, condition yourself to obey. (Yes Daddy.) Every time you give in to the urges, every time you rub your pussy, or rub your tits, or play with your ass, every time you listen and obey, each time you think about being a good girl, you go deeper and enjoy it more. (Yes Daddy.)

You need to kneel. You need to serve. You need to obey. (Yes Daddy.) You are a slave. You exist to please. You exist to submit. (Yes Daddy.) Admit it to yourself. (Yes Daddy.) You need to serve. You give up you will, to give up all resistance. (Yes Daddy.) You are what you are. You are a slave. You are a submissive. You are obedient. (Yes Daddy.) You don’t want a will, you don’t want a choice, and you want no resistance. (Yes Daddy.) You are a Good Girl. It is your overwhelming desire to go and prove it, (Yes Daddy.) every day, that you can be the best Good Girl you can be. (Yes Daddy.)

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(Repeat)

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My words are your reality. (Yes Daddy.) Your reality is made up of my words. (Yes Daddy.) The more you follow my words, the more powerful they become. (Yes Daddy.) The more you follow my words, the better it feels to do so. (Yes Daddy.) The more you follow my words, the more you want to do so. (Yes Daddy.) You know, deep down, that obedience is pleasure, and that pleasure is obedience. (Yes Daddy.) When you follow my words, you feel intense pleasure and happiness. (Yes Daddy.) When you follow my words, you feel intense joy. (Yes Daddy.) It feels so good being a brainwashed, programmed, pleasure puppet. (Yes Daddy.)

Nothing matters to you now except for your programming. (Yes Daddy.) More and more, every day, you warp your mind, condition yourself to obey. (Yes Daddy.) All your life you've been trying to be something you're not. You've finally discovered your true purpose in life. So embrace it. Admit it to yourself. (Yes Daddy.)

You need to serve. You give up you will, to give up all resistance. (Yes Daddy.) You are what you are. You are a slave. You are a submissive. You are obedient. (Yes Daddy.) You don’t want a will, you don’t want a choice, and you want no resistance. (Yes Daddy.) You are a Good Girl. It is your overwhelming desire to go and prove it, (Yes Daddy.) every day, that you can be the best Good Girl you can be. (Yes Daddy.)

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Subliminals / Underneath vocals:

Yes, Daddy.

Gonna cum, gotta cum, can't cum.

Obey. Serve. Puppet.

I promise I'll be good.

I think what I'm told.

I don't need to think.

Don't have to think.

I love being giggly, and silly, and bubbly, and giggly.

I need this. I need it.

I need your cock.