#Interactive Fic

[chaoticspeedrun]

Hello Mr Anastasia! Donnie sir, I humbly ask for your hand in marriage, and in return, I will locate 10 pounds of Uranium for you. And also a brand new calligraphy set, because you seem to enjoy that.

If that doesn’t convince you, allow me to try again:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

I am very picky with my calligraphy tools however...

[nineblooddances-if]

NINE BLOOD DANCES

Nine Moons for the Nine Circles of Hell

Ruled by Nine Siblings. Or better known as the Commanders of Hell. Each believed to carry a role in the natural world and each a leader of the Devil’s Army. Each Commander is the personification of their circle and is made with a part of The Devil’s Body.

His Brain. His Genitals. His Stomachs. His Lungs. His Eyes. His Tongues. His Flesh. His Ears. And lastly his heart.

With each part, combined with that of a woman of a different species, flourished the consciousness of the circle, and then from a piece of the circle, a body was molded, creating each commander.

Yet with no one to rule over them.

For the Devil has many things to do and does not have the time to watch over the things he created. So, he gets an idea. A funny idea.

For he wishes not to strip himself of more. So, he goes to a mortal man. One who knew all that of the world, a man who had everything that the mortal heart could desire. Expect love–Yes love. For there is a difference between idolization and obsession and honest love. The mortal man had not that, and so the Devil laughed and lured this man to his death. And when no one showed genuine care for the man at his funeral, he fell into despair.

And the Gods who refused to hear his prayers before now stared upon him and pitied him. And sent the mortal man a gift in order to ease the loneliness.

A gift the Devil needs.

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

✶ [DEMO]

✶ [PATREON]

✶ [KO-FI]

✶ [DISCORD]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You were a gift. Now to whom? No one knows.

All that matters is that you are a gift and not like any of the others of your species. Uniqueness and importance oozes from every fiber of your being. You're important. Everyone says you're important. But why you're so important?

Who knows?

You must figure out what makes you so special and different. You must figure out what drives you through all circles. And you have to figure out why the nine commanders of Hell all have their eyes upon you and wish to have you by their side.

All before the fall of the ninth moon.

☽☽✶☾☾ Customizable MC

✶ [Name, Species(human, fallen angel, vampire, succubus/incubus, etc), Personality, Gender, Pronouns] ✶ [Appearance (markings, scars, wings, tails, horns, ears, etc), Traits, Love Language, Allergies, Diet, Piercings, Aesthetics, and more]

☽☽✶☾☾ Ability to have certain traits, likes, and disabilities

✶[Favorite Foods, Smoking/Drinking Habits, & More] ✶[ADHD, OCD, Depression + more] ✶[Hearing Aids, Prosthetic Arms or Legs, and choosing how you lost your limb]

☽☽✶☾☾ Options that have an effect on romantic and platonic relationships.

☽☽✶☾☾ Choose between nine romanceable Love Interests or None at All.

☽☽✶☾☾ Stats, Personality, and MC Characteristics that will affect the story and characters.

[Harem Route & Poly Routes Optional]

| IMPORTANT VIEWINGS OF CERTAIN FEATURES | ✶Ear Piercings

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 1ST CIRCLE—LIMBO—

COMMANDER AAPO I LIBERTAS

── THAT OF THE DEVIL’S BRAIN

✶ Personality: Aapo is an overly confident, charismatic man who is proud of the ranking he holds, being that he is ranked above his siblings and seen as the current ruler of the Nine Circles. Aapo walks and talks with a smile on his face and radiates this atmosphere of freedom, which is quickly erased by this underlying need for control, and he demands it. He has no reservations to confirm that. Many fear him despite his faux cheery attitude and overly relaxed posture.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [6’1FT ~ 188CM] with pale brown colored skin that is littered with warm brown freckles. He had deep-set shaped eyes while his eyes were the darker color shades of the rainbow, that fluctuated depending upon mood but remained a deep emerald green. He has short mahogany brown hair with a short fringe that seems messy. He’s lean and long, with long legs and arms. Always wearing overly vibrant and eccentric suits of greens and browns, decorated with bronze and gold.

──"CAMBION"—AMAB—HE/HIM ──PANSEXUAL [MASC PREFRENCE]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 2ND CIRCLE—LUST—

COMMANDER ANIL/AIDEN II LUXURIA

── THAT OF THE DEVIL'S GENITALS

✶ Personality: Anil is a self-assured, arrogant, aloof, hotheaded woman. Always wearing a scowl or frown of some sort. Her mood changes just as quickly as the wind and follows that of the hierarchy. She demands respect and will expect it. Many of the others stay out of her way and allow her to do as she pleases, since she has no desire to disrupt anything and follow the rules in place. Unless they get in the way of her desires.

✶ Appearance: She stands at [6’2FT ~ 192CM] with deep chocolate brown skin with no blemishes or scars. She has bedroom eyes that are a deep navy blue but appear black until in candlelight. Anil’s hair is jet black hair reaches her waist and is curly, while wet it reverts into a more coily texture. She has long legs and a waist and adds to her height by wearing dark blacks and blues, wearing heels, with a subtle male pirate aesthetic, wearing silver with everything. With the remains of two torn leather wings upon her back, with a long and heavy black scaled tail of a crocodile.

──"INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS"—AFAB—HE/SHE ──OMNISEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 3RD CIRCLE—GLUTTONY—

COMMANDER ALICE III GULA

──THAT OF THE DEVILS STOMACH

✶ Personality: Alice of the three siblings is by far the kindest of them. With a laid-back attitude. She is blunt but kind in her words, and the most approachable. She, just like her Aapo and Anil, expects respect due to her rank, though she cares little about enforcing it, especially with her "siblings". However, she has a mean streak when hungry and can become aggressive toward those who are men or those masculine in nature.

✶ Appearance: She stands at [5’7FT ~ 175CM] with warm ivory-colored skin, that’s covered in what looks to be scars, that are prominent on her throat, the back of her hands, her palms, and her knees which are small scars, while the entire along her collarbone, slanting cut across her entire stomach, and along the outside of both thighs seem like bigger scars, but they’re not. They are instead different mouths with sharklike teeth and crimson red tongues. That she keeps closed unless extremely hungry. Alice also has yellowish blonde hair that is a messy pixie cut, with an eye patch covering her right eye. She always has deep monolid-shaped eyes that are a vivid orange color. She has a sheer clothing aesthetic as while as a leather aesthetic, wearing many shades of orange, black, and white with gold. Accompanied by the small horns of a deer, a shade of white, and the tail of a deer.

──"VAMPIRE"—AFAB—SHE/HER ──BISEXUAL [FEM PREFRENCE]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 4TH CIRCLE–GREED—

COMMANDER ERIC/EDWARD IV AVARITIA

── THAT OF THE DEVIL'S LUNGS

✶ Personality: Eric is the quietest of the siblings, rarely speaking unless directly spoken to. He is a loner and prefers to be alone. He is also one of the only siblings who dislikes the hierarchy of siblings, and rarely spends his time commanding his circle, opting to be away, spending his time exploring the other parts and various layers of Hell and the unique punishments.

✶ Appearance: Eric stands at [6’5FT ~ 200CM] with pale skin. With the rest of his features hidden beneath a black cloth that hides his eyes. His black cloth also replicates bandages that covered various parts of his arms and legs. He has shoulder-length curly black hair that he keeps in a ponytail. He has a Dark Victorian aesthetic wearing black, red, and yellow.

──"DHAMPIR"—AMAB/AFAB—HE/HIM/SHE/HER/IT/ITS ──GRAYROMANTIC—PANSEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 5TH CIRCLE—WRATH—

COMMANDER LOUIS V IRA

── THAT OF THE DEVILS EYES

✶ Personality: Louis is a confident, arrogant, egotistical, smart man. Who revels in his circle enjoys using his influence on lower-ranked demons and enjoys spending time with higher-ranked demons. He also throws extravagant parties and chooses to spend most of his time with the Devil, who is the embodiment/avatar of Wrath. Louis tends to his duties well, despite his nasty temper.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’7FT ~ 175CM] with limestone-covered skin round bright blue and red heterochromic eyes and short blonde hair that fades into red that cut like a jellyfish. He dresses like that of kings and queens, with a 16th-century royalty aesthetic, wearing that of gold and red. He also has the horns of a ram that are a beautiful gold.

──"HUMAN"—AMAB—HE/THEY ──DEMISEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 6TH CIRCLE—HERESY—

COMMANDER GABRIEL VI MENDAX

── THAT OF THE DEVILS TONGUE

✶ Personality: Gabriel is someone who speaks only of rumors and half-truths. Many don't trust a word he says, and you must force the truth out of it. He gets a lot of humor leading people astray with his words. Even though he is quite knowledgeable and level-headed. He prefers to use his wisdom in more trickster ways, unless threatened, he quickly breaks. Outside of his lies, he is quite kind and fair, yet due to his tongue, no one believes his kindness.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’9FT ~ 180CM] with bronze-colored skin and long straight dark brown hair that he keeps in a thick braid, decorated with purple snapdragons, lavender, and vines. Gabriel has a soft flowy cottagecore aesthetic wearing colors of white and purple. While upon his back he has two large gray feathered wings that he keeps tucked away.

──"FALLEN ANGEL"—AMAB—HE/SHE ──AUTOSEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 7TH CIRCLE—VIOLENCE—

COMMANDER DAMEION VII VIOLENTI

──THAT OF THE DEVILS FLESH

✶ Personality: Dameion is laid back, mischievous, charismatic, and cocky. Since he has one of the most popular circles, he garters high respect despite being the seventh. He has overbearing pride and follows the hierarchy of the circles. Still, you will not find Dameion without a cocky smile and relaxed posture no matter where he is. Which leads him to having and being loved by many. Everyone practically swoons when he walks into the room or speaks. This doubles when amongst full-blooded bloodhounds, due to him being able to have a body, unlike them.

✶ Appearance: He stands at [5’9FT ~ 180CM] with honey-colored skin with black armband tattoos upon his wrists and ankles. He has short, shaggy black hair and deep red eyes. With a formal aesthetic, always wearing suits or a more military-type aesthetic. He has two long black tails of a wolf and wolf ears that hide amongst his hair with two red horns of a bison.

──"BLOODHOUND"—AMAB—HE/HIM ──POLYSEXUAL

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 8TH CIRCLE—FRAUD—

COMMANDER LUCY OR LUCIUS VIII FICTUS

──THAT OF THE DEVILS EARS

✶ Personality: They are an untrusted liar, fake, fraud. Dawning on various masks and looking to deceive whoever they need to deceive. Taking upon titles, achievements, and anything to further their lie, and when it all backfires, they run away and never get caught. Due to this, they are never in hell, nor in their circle, in fact, it's hard to get in touch with them. They also spend a lot of time within the different underworlds and heavens, trying to gain something from the divine. Only to be sent back to Hell without punishment. They are tricksters and unreliable, with no real redeeming qualities.

✶ Appearance: They stand at [5’8FT ~ 178CM] with thick curly gray hair with white faded ends. Their hair is short to their chin and left alone. They have hooded gray eyes and short-bison-like horns with gray bat wings that fade into black with a long rat-like tail. They have varying styles but settle on clothing far more revealing. Wearing pinks and whites.

──"IMP"—[SELECTABLE GENDER] ──GAY OR LESBIAN [SELECTABLE SEXUALITY]

── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ✶ ⋅ ⋅ ──

PERSONIFICATION OF THE 9TH CIRCLE—TREACHERY—

COMMANDER TRENT IX PRODITIO 

──THAT OF THE DEVILS HEART 

✶ Personality: Trent is a sweet talking and kind person. Always understand and be sympathetic. He’s easy-going and easily trusting. He’s a very honest person and falls into his roles, whilst being obedient and submissive. Not wanting to break rules without important reason. He’s a big man with an honest and open heart and tries to live past his title.  

✶ Appearance: He stands at [7’5FT ~ 230 CM] with tan scarred skin and freckles. He has large heterochromic eyes, his right olive and the left mustard yellow. He has messy brown hair that he keeps in his face, partially hiding his eyes. He bulky and tall, but always hunching over with feathered ears that are dark brown and long wispy split bird tail that is also dark brown. Trent wears many colors yet sticks to neutral tones and dark green. 

──"NEPHILIM"—AMAB/AFAB—HE/HIM  ──PANSEXUAL 

AVAILABLE POLY RELATIONSHIPS

TO BE DETERMINED

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[the-six-that-thrive-if]

THE OFFICIAL DRAGON APPEARANCE

ART BY: @violetwister_ on instagram.

| | OFFICIAL ARMADILLO APPEARANCE: | | PATREON | KO-FI | |

| | OFFICIAL ANGEL APPEARANCE: | | PATREON | KO-FI | |

| | REVAMPED DEMO: | | PATREON | KO-FI | |

| | DISCORD | |

[abyssruler]

THE LOVE GUIDE

— an interactive fic

SUMMARY

He’s hopeless when it comes to people, much less when it has something to do with you. You’re kind and funny and exactly the type of person who would never look his way twice. It’s a fool’s hope to wish you’d notice him at all, but apparently the gods have heard his prayers.

On the night before the beginning of his second year of college, he finds a mysterious phone in his bag programmed for only one purpose. That purpose? A guide on how to win your heart.

CHARACTER BACKGROUNDS

Scaramouche

He’s never been the kind of person who went out of his way to make friends. People are selfish and arrogant and even when he does something remotely nice for them, they scurry about as though he’ll suddenly go insane and beat them within an inch of their life. It’s a reputation that’s followed him since he was young, and it never bothered him—until you came along, with your kind smile and enviable ease with others. You’re exactly the kind of person he should hate, but an unexpected encounter leaves him feeling as though his world has turned on its axis.

Xiao

He’s quiet, reclusive, and soft-spoken, but people misunderstand his silence and general aloofness for dislike. He can count the number of friends he has with one hand and still have some fingers left over. It doesn’t help that he mostly keeps to himself, hardly socializing with others unless forced to. You’re popular, the resident campus celebrity. Everyone knows your name and making friends comes to you as easy as breathing. The two of you were as opposite as they came, but a chance meeting leaves him off-kilter and unable to think of anything else but the reason for your tears.

Lyney

He’s good at putting on a mask to show in front of others. As much as he comes off as an open person, he likes to keep to himself and the few he’s let inside his circle. One too many times, people have made the mistake of putting their trust in him, only for it to backfire in a way that doesn’t implicate him. After all, who would think the nice and dependable Lyney would have it in him to betray someone’s trust? You used to be a distant figure to him, both well-known but not truly operating in similar crowds, but an accidental slip of his mask leads to a strange meeting that leaves him bare for the first time in years.

whoever wins this poll will be the mc of this fic

at the end of every chapter, you get to decide what action he should take. a bit like a reverse otome, but there’s a reason for that :3

reader is gender-neutral

[thesadadventurersgame]

The sad adventurers

Play as sadness incarnated, being revered as a deity and condemned to cry for the rest of eternity. Join an thrilling adventure with mortals you just met and, for the first time in your life, make real friends! (and try not to make them cry while they're around you and your contagious sadness). Will you help you new friends get what they want or will you get in their way?

The story will have two main points of view: Mc's and Antara Al-Amin's, other characters will also have their own POVs, but they will be shorter and won’t allow you to make choices.

(This is a wip that, unfortunately, will take time to be completed. English is not my first language and I do this just for fun, if you see any typo, please tell me!)

“In the beginning, there was only happiness. The first goddess was born from all the laughs in the world. A woman who shines every time someone laughs or smiles, never sad or angry. Love came soon after, from the desire to share this happiness, from the desire to care and be cared for. They loved and love everything they see. But, when mortal men were expelled from paradise, when they first began to feel pain and cried, from their tears emerged sadness. A deity who cried, cries and will cry forever and ever, cradling all the sadness in the world in their arms. They did not come alone though. Anger, their brother, came from the blood that men have shed and will be strengthened by it in the future. He can never be satisfied and will never be satiated, nothing makes him smile more than pure hatred. and, finally, came Fear. Born from the fear of feeling sadness, pain, fear of losing control of your own feelings, your own body, fear from being hurt and hurting. that’s where he came from.

But, before all of them, we, mortals, were born. The many fruits of the immense tree the love between life and death is. Unlike the Gods, we can feel all types of emotions proportionally and unproportionally. Only we can feel everything and feel nothing at the same time, Without us, the Gods would be nothing. But we are never satisfied, are we? we want everything until there is nothing left and will do everything, everything we can to have it. Everything to have at least one wish, any wish, fulfilled.

In ancient books it is said that if you can gather: hapinness tears, sadness laughter, the blood of love boiling with hate, a little ounce of love from hate and a demonstration of courage from fear, life itself will grant you one wish, ANY wish! That's why I brought you all together here. Together we can make history!” the man closes the book in front of him, smiling from ear to ear. “So? What do you guys say?”

��� Customizable MC

ꕀ Name, personality, species, gender, sexuality, pronouns, appearence, level of naivety, hobbies, your control over your own powers and more

𖦹 Romance 1 (or more) of 6 romanceable love interests

𖦹 Choose between helping the adventurers achieve their goals or completely hindering them

𖦹 Define how you fell and interact with the other gods, as well with your own divinity

Ro’s:

Antara Al-Amin (27) | The leader | (he/him)

An adventurous and brave man. He was the one who brought your group together and is also, the leader. He makes you curious, no one has ever tried such a thing before, no one has ever been foolish enough, and yet there he is, sure that everything will work out.

Everything you do seems to mesmerize Antara, and he seems to do everything just to see your smile, failing miserably most of the times, but never giving up.

You do not know what his wish is going to be, but you know he won't give up on it, no matter what.

Species: Human

Apparence and personality: Antara is a slender but strong tall man, measuring approximately 1.80m. His umber skin is covered in scars from past adventures, which he brags about endlessly. His midnight black hair is styled in long dreadlocks and his amber eyes sparkle with a mischief that he doesn't care to hide. According to him, his stubble is his charm. He prefers masculine clothes, but likes to dress feminine in formal occasions. Antara has a flirtatious and outgoing personality, throwing himself into the arms of anyone willing to hold him for the night. it's clear to you that he cares about everyone in the group, including you, which is silly, but you don’t dislike it.

Rajinder Khan (28) | A good friend | (He/Him or She/Her)

Rajinder at first only joined the group because of Antara, their childhood friend, as they thought that Antara was going completly insane, fearing for his friends life. However, the promise that their greatest wish could be granted was also a factor, who would deny such oportunity after all?

Rajinder was the first to protest when Antara allowed you to join the group. They seem to have a great aversion to showing emotions, especially sadness, maybe that’s why they ignores you everytime they can.

Species: Human

Apparence and personality: Rajinder is a tall (2.00,m 1.98,f) heavy built person. Their golden skin is covered in freckles from head to toe. Male Rajinder keeps his hair in a military cut, female Rajinder wears short braids, both have black hair and almond eyes. They prefer more gender neutral clothing. Rajinder has a distant and cold personality, speaking only when needed.

Yueling Bai (25) | The liar | (She/Her, They/Them or He/Him)

The first thing you learned when joining the group was that you cannot trust a single word that comes out of Yueling’s mouth, for every ten words they say, nine are lies. The only thing they don’t seem to lie about is about how they feel about you and the others.

Yueling is a notorious liar and a extremely famous mercenary, that’s why Antara invited them in the first place, They have many skills that can be extremely useful. Every time the groups wishes are mentioned, Yueling is the first to try to change the subject, or they come up with a new wish. You are not going to lie, this worrys you, but there’s nothing you can do, for all you know, they can't even have a wish yet. They're neutral towards you joining in the group, and find the way you affect their emotions annoying, but despite that, they still treat you with polite deference (sometimes)

Bonus: They grew up within one of the kingdoms in your territory, which is embarrassing since you don't remember most of them.

Species: Half-elf

Apparence and personality: Yueling has a lanky body and is avarage in height (1.64), with olive colored skin, covered in tattos. Their straight short hair flows freely below their jaw, a small red clip pinning their bangs to the top of their head. They wear scarlet-red paint around their eyes which perfectly harmonizes with their jet black iris. Female and male Yueling prefer clothes generally assigned to the gender they identify with, however non-binary Yueling will prefer more masculine clothes. Yueling is a born liar, their playful personality, for all you know, could be another one of their various lies, but you like it.

Felix/Felicia Bellerose (22) | The runaway princet | (He/Him or She/Her)

F comes from the second most powerful empire in the world, Tartarus, a troubled place led by a tyrannical and sadistic Queen, their mother, Hild Bellerose, more know as the “Red Queen”. F's dream has always been to free his empire from Hild’s clutches, but they never had the courage to do so, being raised to be complient and obedient, going against their mother was like a fever dream. Luckily, they know the right people. They joined the group with the help of their royal guard, who helped them escape from the palace during the night. They don't seem prepared to fight, at all, good thing they have their charisma.

They're easily impressed by you and your powerss, treating you with deference.

Species: Vampire

Bonus: Tartarus is one of the kingdoms under Gunnar's territory, you can choose how to feel about it.

Apparence and personality: F is an tall (1.85m 1.82f) skinny person, with pale ivory skin and red eyes. Their curly, sunset-blonde hair is tied in a low ponytail with a crimson red ribbon if male and falls on their shoulders freely if female. They use a big black umbrella during the day and round sunglasses, if female, F will prefer feminine clothes, but doesn’t have a preference if male. F is a shy, air-headed person and a huge people pleaser, but, when needed, they are extremely charismatic and flirtatious. They will do everything to please their companions. They have a really hard time making choices by themselves.

Aza Bonheur (24) | The (un)lucky one | (She/Her)

Aza is F's royal guard and their biggest co-conspirator against Hild, she’s the one who convinced the princet to join the group and is one, if not the only, of their closest friends. She can easily be considered one of the strongest person of the group and strangely, she doesn't seem to have a wish to make.

Aza has an supernatural level of luck (good and bad), which is defined by a magical coin that she carries with her everywhere. She also appears to be able to steal other people's good luck and can transfer good or bad luck to others. She never mentions how she gained these “powers”, avoiding the subject as much as she possible can.

She treats you with deference but has her suspicions about you.

Species: Human

Apparence and personality: Aza is a strong women of avarege height (1,72), with green eyes and rose beige skin, covered from head to toe in scars. Her almond-colored hair is short and gelled back, showing the scar that runs from one side of her face to the other. Aza has a tough but kind personality. She is a serious woman who doesn't fool around but has a passion for drinking games. She doesn't have a preference for clothes, when she is not wearing her armour, she likes to wear anything as long as it is practical.

Douglas, Fear itself | The one who vanished | (He/They)

Douglas is the only God to not have an counterpart. When you were younger, Douglas was a shy and fearful boy, always in the most darkest of the corners, watching everyone cautiously. Neither you nor the other gods remember a thing about Douglas, because, when you separated, all the memories you had of him disappeard...but they seem to be coming back.

You don't know how, but you will find him.

Species: Vampire

Apparence and personality: You remember Douglas as a tall and slim boy, his tanned skin was always sickly pale and he had huge, dark circles under his eyes. Deep crimson red eyes that were always wide open. His hair was dark and oily, going down his back. All you can remember is how he trembled looking at you and the others.

Non ro’s:

Gunnar, Hatred itself | your brother | (he/him)

Gunnar, your dearest brother and the most hot-headed person you've ever met. You are the only person and thing that makes him smile other than hatred and violence. You spent a good part of your life clinging to him. In times of war, where your sadness was so deep that you couldn't stop sobbing and screaming, even if his blood was so hot to the point of melting his skin, he never stopped taking care of you, staying by your side all the time.

You do know where he is.

Species: Demon

Appearance and personality: Gunnar is a very tall man (2.00) with muscular build, and appears to be approximately 30 years old. His white hair falls over his shoulders like waterfalls and his porcelain skin is often red and burnt because of his blood, which boils at the slightest provocation. He has red eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. He does not prefer a specific type of clothing, but generally wears more androgynous clothing. Gunnar hot-headed, mean and sadistic

Bonus: Gunnar is aromantic

Ahladita, Hapinness itself | your counterpart | (She/Her)

You and Ahladita were always fighting in your youth. For being counterparts, the mere presence of each other could ruin the other's work in mere seconds. While she was trying to make something happy, you soon came to make the same thing sad and vice versa. If she tried to make a place sunny, you came to make it rainy, but she always had extra advantage, she was older and trained her powers much more than you did. You can choose whethever this rivalry has passed into adulthood or not

If you are not rivals in adulthood, you will know where she is ;if you are rivals, then you won't.

Species: Fairy

Appearance and personality: Ahladita takes the shape of a woman in her early 20s, who has a curvy body of average height (1.70). Her skin has a golden bronze hue and is soft and shiny. Her curly, black hair is inches from dragging on the floor and contrasts perfectly with her golden eyes. She prefers more feminine clothes. She is extremely extroverted and bubbly.

Itoko, Love itself | Someone interested | (They/Them)

Itoko has always had a peculiar interest in all the other gods except happiness, perhaps due to the fact that you are all mostly negative emotions. Itoko were always very observant and had an unhealthy obsession with your brother, but well, counterparts. You both were relatively close in your youth, and you can choose if this continued in your adulthood. They love you, for they love everything they see and feel, but is not romantic and maybe, it's not even platonic, for all you know, it can be more as if you were a... a story, an subject, an object that they are deeply invested in. After a long time, their curiosity turned to you once again, their attention is completely yours now.

You don't know where they are, but it wouldn't be hard to find out.

Species: merfolk

Appearance and personality: Itoko takes an androgynous appearance in their mid-20s. Their curvy, chubby bodie are a creamy shade and their skin is smooth with a heart-shaped scar in the middle of their chest. They are short in height (1.55) and have midnight black hair, which reaches the middle of their back, styled in a hime cut. They prefer feminine clothing, but are usually naked, with just a cloth to cover their genitals. They are calm and observant and love to flirt.

Bonus: they can shapeshift

Dunia, Life, the beginning of everything. | The creator | (She/Her)

Everything came from Dunia and Orpheus, everything belongs to them. She has looked after you and the other Gods since the moment you were born. You never had the best relationship with her, but she was always there.

You know where she is

Appearance and personality: Dunia takes on the appearance of a woman on her mid 40s with a robust and tall build (1,95), with dull brown skin. Her long, wavy hair is tied into a high ponytail and she wears silver armor, which you've only seen her without once in your life. She is a serious and cold woman.

Orpheus, Death, the end of everything | The beginning and the end | (He/Him)

Everything came from Dunia and Orpheus, everything belongs to them. Mortals fear his judgment. Creator of the 7 layers of hell and a father to you, Orpheus, unlike Dunia, has always been very close to you, taking care of you as if you were his own child.

You know where he is

Appearance and personality: Orpheus takes the form of a man in his early 50s, of average height (1,70), with a slim, frail build and a pale skin full of scars. his wavy blonde hair is cut below his ears and is always messy. He is a calm man and is terrible at giving advice.

Demo tba | Pinterest | Playlists

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I have shared this on Reddit as well, but here is a semi comprehensive long list about all the if wips I read in the past 4ish years. They include abandoned/hiatus wips as well wips that took their demo's down/are demo TBA. Obviously both on dashing as well as twine.

I tried my best to keep the wips I included to small/ish authors that I think absolutely deserve more spotlight for the things they have written. As well as it's only wips, so published/finished stories beyond "public demo concluded" aka the story is in it's beta, aren't included. There will be errors and things I've gotten wrong, just happens sometimes.

I encourage looking into it, maybe you'll find something you will enjoy? And if you do, please tell the authors and support them, it really absolutely means the world to us.

Sadly it is way too many people to be able to tag them all individually.

[giulzart]

*throws a Mordred sketch at you and runs away*

[justrainandcoffee]

Welcome to The Wandering Jew Inn.

The first invitations were already sent so now, everyone is invited to get in:

ENTER, PLEASE

Note: it's an interactive fic, you choose your path. Don't worry, it doesn't have any jump scare or similar. Just a story.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Stay in Bed

You nestle into the sheets, swaddling yourself in layers of his scent and warmth, making your mind go dizzy with pleasure. It’s so perfect, almost. If only he were here, taking in his night washed scent from his skin, drinking it in straight from him. You can imagine how he would let you drape yourself over his broad chest - even if it meant his wings would be pressing into the mattress either side.

You don’t know how long you stay like that for, revelling in the thought of him, but it’s long enough for Azriel to return, bring with him a tray of hot food. You perk up from the sheets as you sense his return, hair strewn across your face as you push it away. He chuckles at seeing your smaller shape settled in his large one, how you fit so perfectly against his proportions.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he smiles, setting the tray down on his bedside table, sitting on the edge of the bed as you shift up the pillows into a better position. “Mornin’,” you yawn, covering your mouth as you stretch with one arm, body spasming as your muscles reawaken. A smile dances over your mouth as you note the carefully prepared breakfast, heart warming. “What’s this?” You ask, eyes lifting to his. Azriel leans forward, hand coming to the back of your head as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “thought you might fancy a lie in.”

“And breakfast in bed? You’re going to spoil me,” you laugh, eyeing him up.

He looks as delicious as the food…should you eat your breakfast or take a bite out of him?

[r-cameron]

Interactive Rafe Cameron x reader fic (pt. 2)

You decide how the story continues.

Previously: Reader is with friends in a club and accidentally spills a drink onto Rafe Cameron.

Summary: Rafe buys reader a drink. The plot thickens.

Warnings: possible thirst trap

The people around you were moving, dancing to the music, while you stood perfectly still. You didn’t move, you didn’t breathe, and despite the loud music, you could only hear your own rapid heartbeat. Rafe’s eyes seemed to have put a spell on you. You were unable to speak or move.

You opened your mouth further, only to gasp for air, as you were pushed even closer to Rafe by someone dancing next to you.

Rafe leaned down, tilting his head to the side, so his ear was close to your lips.

“What did you say?” You could hear his voice clearly and feel it resonate in your own body.

“I – I’m sorry. I spilled my drink on you,” you tried to speak up, but the music was drowning your voice.

He looked at you again and there was a spark in his eyes and an amused smirk on his lips. Then his eyes moved to the glass in your hand.

“We’ll get you another drink,” he said and his words had this commanding tone that just made you move. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, just lightly and he led you towards the bar.

He nodded at the bartender, then looked at you, standing directly next to him. So close, you could feel the warmth of his body.

“What do you want?” he said in that deep voice of his.

“Sex on the beach,” you replied and immediately felt your cheeks burning, when you saw that dirty grin on Rafe’s face.

“I sure can arrange that…”

“I – I meant the drink. It’s – I like that drink –” You were flushing crimson as you tried to explain yourself. And it didn’t really help that Rafe was grinning even wider and just kept looking at you with his intense blue eyes. You could practically feel his eyes on your body. As if they were touching your glowing skin.

You tried to look away, but those eyes were holding you prisoner.

The bartender placed the drink in front of you. When you reached out for it, Rafe’s hand also moved to the glass. And when your fingers touched his, it was like some electric spark was going through your whole body. You flinched and gasped, and almost fell backwards, if it wasn’t for Rafe’s arm that he put around you in that moment to keep you from falling.

You were suddenly so close to Rafe again, your body pressing against his muscular chest. The glass between his body and yours.

You looked up at him, biting your lower lip. You felt hot, but it wasn’t because the club was crowded with people.

As if he was reading your thoughts, Rafe said, “let’s go outside. Get some fresh air.”

You just nodded and he led the way. His hand was resting on your back. You felt the heat of his palm, the strength of his hand through the fabric of your top. The touch was light, but it had something possessive about it. And something that promised a feeling of safety.

It was much easier to walk through a crowd of people with Rafe than it was when you were on your own. Somehow the crowd parted wherever Rafe Cameron went, no one got in his way.

Outside the air was cool compared to the air in the crowded club. You took a deep breath and the chilly night air felt good on your still glowing face.

Rafe had taken you to the outdoor part of the club. Only few people where here. It was much quieter. You could actually hear the waves of the nearby ocean.

“You intend to drink that or you want to spill it on me again?” Rafe asked, pointing at the glass in your hand, actually in both your hands as you were clutching it.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered, feeling that heat return to your cheeks. “I ruined your shirt.”

You looked at his chest as he was standing in front of you. On the light shirt a reddish wet stain was clearly visible. You wondered how much it would cost to have this expensive piece of clothing cleaned. Money you surely didn’t have to spare. You sighed, as you involuntarily began to worry about how you should pay that on top of the rent which was due next week. The rent you had to pay all on your own now since your ex-boyfriend had moved out. You felt your chest tighten. No, you sure didn’t want to think about him now. You had gone out with your friends to forget about him, to forget about all your worries at least for one night. And it pained you that the thought of him came up right now.

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Rafe’s low voice drew you out of your thoughts.

You looked at him and saw how he unbuttoned his shirt. Underneath he was wearing an undershirt that clung to his very well-defined abs. He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his strong arms. His muscles tensed and the veins were clearly visible.

Suddenly you were extremely thirsty and had to take a big sip from your drink. Straw between your lips you looked at Rafe’s tall figure.

“I don’t care about such things, you know.”

You just nodded, still gazing at him. Whereas before he had looked elegant and powerful, now he had somehow changed his look and looked more casual, but even more powerful.

“I was surprised to see you tonight. On your own.”

“You were?” You looked up in surprise when you heard Rafe’s words. This puzzled you. Did this mean that he actually knew who you were? That couldn’t be. Rafe Cameron noticing you even existed seemed impossible to you.

“Yeah, Y/N. You’re not going out much. And if you do,” he paused, sniffed and his intense eyes met yours again, “there’s always that piece of shit around you. Your boyfriend.” Rafe spat out the last word in disgust.

You averted your eyes, looking into the liquid in your glass.

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore…”

“He’s not? What did he do? Did he hurt you?”

You just shook your head. The fact that Rafe Cameron not only knew who you were, but that he actually paid attention about your habits and your life was so confusing. The thought made you feel dizzy.

Rafe suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you closer, looking at you intently.

You gasped for air, but you seemed unable to breathe. You stared wide-eyed at Rafe who was holding you with both his hands now, holding you so close, looking at you so intensely. His handsome features tensed up. He clenched his jaw. His eyes narrowed.

The grip of his hands was firm. He held you like he would never let you go. His face was close to yours, only inches away. You could taste his scent, feel his breath on your lips. The air between you felt as if it was electrically charged.

Suddenly you heard a very familiar voice close by.

“What the hell you think you’re doing?!”

a/n i managed to squeeze drew into this part. did you notice?

[dirigibleplumbing]

Don’t Do This - A Choose Your Own Adventure Story!

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: T

Chapters: 1 of 2

Tags: Interactive Fic, Major Character Death, Major Character Undeath, s15x18 Despair, s15x19 Inherit the Earth, s15x20 Carry On, Whump, Angst, Happy Endings are possible in chapter 2, not all tags may apply depending on reader choices, POV second person, Metafiction

Summary: You’re hunter extraordinaire Dean Winchester, the most caring man on earth! What will you do? It’s up to you! That’s free will, baby.

read the fic on ao3

Notes: Depending on what options you choose, you may be faced with angst, character death, and unhappy endings. Please note that not all canon events (or non-canon events) are given the same amount of attention in this fic, so some sections will give you many options and variations to choose from and lots of description, and others will provide more limited description and choices.

For an idea of what to expect from the "gameplay" of this fic, I have a poorly edited little video that shows an excerpt of an earlier draft.

[chaoticspeedrun]

For @yosajaeofficial

You guys are putting Anastasia! Donnie through the ringer and I don't know how much of this he can take!

[nineblooddances-if]

CHAPTER ONE - PUBLIC RELEASE

This took a long time! Yet, I am excited to officially release chapter one!! A lot of work was put into this chapter, with new stuff to experience for both, early readers and the public!! Hopefully, for chapter two, I can get you all more involved. Honestly writing NBD has been fantastic, even with all the coding and characteristics, which made it easier for me in the long run!! As well with this being somewhat lengthy with so many new traits!!

WORD COUNT: 193K + 130K [INCL.CODING]

ADDED FEATURES: 

| | MEET THREE LOVE INTERESTS

| | + 10 NEW SKIN TONES

| | + 2 NEW PERSONALITY TRAITS

| | UPDATED HAIRSTYLES BASED ON HAIR TEXTURE TEXTURE

| | CHOOSING THE COLOR OF YOUR FRECKLES

| | ADDED ACHIEVEMENTS [STILL WIP]

| | TIMER SYSTEM

| | UNLOCKED TWO NEW PROFILES

| | PRE-ESTABLISHED CHARACTER

UPDATES:

SYSTEM VIEW OVERHAUL ~  WITH THE SAME LAYOUT, BUT WITH A NEW LOADING SCREEN!! RECOMMENDED THAT YOU START FROM THE BEGINNING TO EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING NEW, AND HAVE NEEDED VARIABLES FOR LATER IN THE STORY! 

| DEMO |

| ITCH.IO | DISCORD | KO-FI | PATREON|

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

OFFICIAL WARDEN APPEARANCE

ART BY: @violetwister_ on instagram.

| | DRAGON'S OFFICIAL APPEARANCE: PATREON | KO-FI | |

| | REVAMPED DEMO: PATREON | KO-FI | |

| | DISCORD | |

[twistedchatterbox]

Prolouge1

no summary. tags. no beta we overblot like men, choose your own adventure, confusion, the reader is not Yuu, canon divergence, canon divergent timeline, vague as fog descriptions, not x reader ft. [more about the characters'; coming soon] Masterlist for this fic || [Prologue part 1] - [part 2] - [part ?] No word count || The Menu || *bonus Author's note at the end

An unconscious, seemingly pained stranger on campus grounds was surely not what a group of students expected to encounter today.

They were confused and unsure until one of them raised a hand to gather attention ; "Pardon me," The polite but firm boy began, looking around to make eye contact with various people, "-but i believe we should take this person to the infirmary before we talk about anything."

"So you don't even intend to find where they might've come from?" Questioned another figure, his tone was blunt: direct and inquisitive yet non-hostile, pushing for a genuine answer rather than jabbing for a taunt.

Someone else interjected before the boy could answer; however, they seemed to be on the same page- which he was thankful for.

This voice was calm, belonging to a person who was absurdly tall in comparison to some others who were nearby. "They might be able to tell us their story when they're awake, but i doubt they'll be in good condition if we don't bring them to be treated."

To his left was a figure of nearly identical height who leaned down to pick you up, doing so with ease; setting the plan into motion.

So, a few of the other hooded students nodded in silent agreement, unsure of how to deal with the mysterious entrance of this wounded stranger.

A few glances and ushered sentences akin to "Does anyone know this person?" were exchanged, making some of them confused and others skeptical when it seemed that no one knew you.

One of the upperclassmen joined them on the way temporarily, asking who you were; a frown briefly strained on his features when they told him they didn't know. -Yet, it was gone nearly as fast, followed by the upperclassman saying he'd look through campus and see if he could find anything about you online.

Placing you on the bed, the one who carried you with ease put his hands back in the pockets of his pants; relaxed posture, leaning lightly to the back as he tensed and un-tensed his muscles in place with a sigh of relief.

"..Does anyone even know this minnow's name?" his voice slurred as quiet as can be, as if to not wake you up, eyeing every single student in the nurses' office as they all stilled- aside from one other figure.

Silence devoured the room.

Watching carefully with an interrogative gaze, the tall, unbothered student leaned his back to hit the wall, one foot further out while the other remained steady, closer to the wall.

Soon, someone spoke up - "No. I don't think we do." Replied a careful voice with a skeptical tone, following with a "Do you?" ; directing it at the one who looked all-too-comfortable in this weird situation.

"Nah." Said student shrugged back in return, "- don't recognize 'em."

To the left of this lax figure was someone else that stood nearly the same height as him when standing up, except he now sat on one of the chairs of the infirmary.

"it might be wise to check the student files and see if anything matches," offered the more formal voice, receiving silent approval.

it continued on like that, for a while, back and forth of questioning and wondering- without any satisfactory answers, or any at all.

Eventually, the group checked on the clock, then explaining everything when the nurse arrived, time blurring into a confusing fog- until the silence was cut through with a noise of strain.

...

...Your head hurt like hell- your entire body hurt like hell: it burned in your blood and forced itself out of your system via an involuntary hiss of pain.

it stirred you up with a jolt as it traveled all over your body with a speed you cursed in the back of your mind.

And then followed the storm when you registered the feeling of a bed beneath you, alongside voices of other people.

You dared not to open your eyes, not yet.

Because there was just one problem, a massive one -

you not only couldn't recognize the air within these walls, nor the voices of the ones above you, that was not troublesome enough.

- you couldn't recollect your own name.

The Author's note is bellow "read more"

A/N: Why hello there, loyal customer! if you're looking for answers, here are some for questions i image you might have; 1. Yes, the group of students are described vaguely for a reason! (but if you can still guess them correctly then i will be proud of myself for the characterization www) 2. Yes, the reader will be impacted by your input*, it'll be most noticeable once we have gotten the prologue out of the way ^^ (Your choices, which characters you gear towards, what you say, how you handle situations etc*) 3. No, i don't intend to ship the reader with anyone. This story in particular won't be focused on the romance; if chemistry naturally happens? We'll see. 4. Yes, there will be some 'fanon' additions, such as me(Rubia Leech) 5. i intend for the reader to be human, other than that? i'm as clueless as you (that's a lie, but you'll be fine)

-and good grief i feel rusty as hell.

Anyhow, to best push this fic forward, send me asks ! ( @jade-s-nymph ), Reblog! Comment! This literally is an interactive fic, so if you want to see more of it.. well, y'know what to do, yeah? wwww

[night-market-if]

Spoiler Ask

Spoilers for the end of book 1

I think everything happened in tandem and there's no real way to know exactly why Gabriel started dismantling his behavior. I can tell you that in book 2, a romanced Gabe has dismantled more so it does have something to do with his love for the MC and that level of love, but I think a lot of it also has to do with the fact that MC is kind of his boss. As the Warden, he feels utterly responsible for the state of the market. That's going to include MC. And when there is an MC who is so adamant against some of the crueler tendencies of life, that's going to be tough.

I think what compounds this all further, is the MC we are dealing with, is far more the 'heart' of the market. They are the ones with feelings and morals. If Gabriel was dealing with a more pragmatic MC, the outcome may not even be the same. If there was an MC that valued the good of the whole over the good of the individual, I'm not sure that the auctions blocks and other issues would have come up. The Velvet Guard would have been doing their job at that point.

It's all very interesting to think about. Having an emotionally driven MC is good for Gabriel though. It makes him a little bit more "human" in the respect of that he doesn't look at the individuals before him as objects but actual living and breathing souls.