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[ashwhowrites]

Oooh! I caught them this time! Yay!! I always miss ur requests! I’m so excitedddddd! 🤩

Can I ask for a Steve Harrington x reader fic w/ breeding kink? Like maybe he and reader have been together for a min and they’re out w/ Dusty and between watching him with the younger boy and maybe smiling and waving at a random baby reader is kinda watching him dreamy. So once they get a sec alone he’s like what? And she just smiles and is like “ur gonna be such a good dad”. And it DOES something to Steve. He plays cool and questions her like oh u think about that huh? And she’s like of course, I can’t wait to have ur babies. And Steve is like alright goodbye, drags her out and takes her home and smut breeding breedy smut.

Please and thank youuuuu 🤤 I love ur writing and def love ur Steve. I’ve never requested before and the anticipation is killing me already lol!!

Last one from my drafts :( none of this is proofread, apologies if it's a mess. I hope you find this and are still interested!!

Baby talk

It was common for Steve to hangout with Dustin. It was sorta babysitting in a way but Steve didn't feel that way. Y/N loved hanging with with her boyfriend and enjoyed when Dustin tagged along. It warmed her heart seeing Steve take care of Dustin and the friendship they had.

At first she thought it was sweet and adorable. But now that they've been together for over two years, thinking of their future together and growing more serious by the day, seeing him interact with all the kids sparked something inside of her.

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It wasn't a surprise to see Dustin in the backseat as Steve pulled up to her place. She smiled at the young boy through the window before she entered Steve's car.

"How are my boys doing?" She asked as she clicked in her seatbelt, leaning over to greet her boyfriend with a soft kiss. Dustin pretended to gag behind them before he greeted her.

"Good. Dustin was telling me all about Hellfire....again," Steve said with a tight smile. A look in his eyes that Y/N could easily read as annoyed. She giggled and turned her attention to Dustin as he began to talk about it all over again, Steve peeling off down the road.

It didn't take long to wind up at the small restaurant, Steve as the gentlemen he was rushed out of the car to open her door. She thanked him as she slid out of the car, grasping his hand as they walked in, Dustin a few feet behind.

They settled at their table, a small giggle catching their attention. The couple turned their heads and saw a mom with a toddler at a table near by. The boy was clapping and there was a gummy smile on his face. Y/N returned her attention back to Dustin but Steve was in a trance. The little boy kept his eyes locked with Steve as he waved. Steve smiled and waved back.

All throughout their small lunch, Y/N couldn't look away from Steve as he entertained the toddler. The toddler loved him and Y/N couldn't blame him, she'd stare at Steve all day too. Which she has done and which she has been doing for the past hour. A dreamy look in her eyes as he made faces to the toddler.

Steve noticed his girlfriend's stare. Every time he looked back at her, she was already looking at him. A small smile on her face. Dustin filled the car ride with another story, but Y/N's mind was racing. She knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Steve, but damn she wanted to have his babies the second they got home. She wanted to be claimed by him and bounded together for life. To have the pride of bringing a baby into Steve's life.

She was lost in her daydream that she didn't notice Dustin got out of the car until the door slammed.

"What's up with you? You've been smiling all day," Steve laughed, giving her a quick look before he pulled off down the road.

"Nothing, just seeing you with that little boy. You're going to be such a good dad," she replied honestly. She thought the words would make Steve a little nervous, but he seemed to have an opposite reaction.

Steve felt his face burn and a twitch in his jeans. He thought about kids but hearing his girlfriend admit she noticed he would be a good dad excited him. He tried to not make it a big deal, playing it cool as he looked back over at her.

"Oh! You think about that?" He asked

"All the time. I can't wait to have little Steve babies," she joked even though she meant it. But Steve didn't crack a smile or laugh, he had this focused look on his face as his foot slammed down on the gas petal.

"Steve! You're speeding!" She scolded, looking at the speedometer.

"I don't care. I need to get you naked in my bed now," his voice was deep and serious. Her playful attitude shifted as she felt her thighs clench.

"Oh?" She teased, her hand moving to land on his thigh. She slowly slid it up, enjoying the way his breath hitched. "Do you have a secret kink you are hiding from me?"

Steve rolled his eyes at her teasing, but he couldn't help but melt in his seat as her hand moved closer to his covered cock. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white as her hand landed over his growing hard-on.

"Look at that," she whispered as she leaned over to his ear. Her hot breath fanned his neck as he harshly swallowed. "I should've known."

Steve somehow pressed harder against the gas, the car zooming down the street as he headed in the direction of his house. His breathing was heavy as she rubbed him over his jeans, teasing him the whole way.

He could barely think as he pulled into his driveway, moving fast as he raced them both out of the car, Y/N barely keeping up as he yanked her into the house. As usual the house was empty, leaving them alone.

Steve didn't waste a second before his lips were pressed against hers. She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved to undo her pants, slipping them off. He placed his hands under her thighs, making her jump as she wrapped herself around his body. He moaned into the kiss as her warm cunt pressed against his jeans. He stumbled into his room, blindly searching for his bed as he dropped her on the mattress.

Their lips disconnected as her back landed against his sheets. She propped herself on her elbows as he stood over her and removed his shirt. She moaned as his hairy chest came into view, her hands already reaching forward to run her fingers through it. She loved Steve's chest hair, it added so much manly potential to him and it drove her insane.

Steve reconnected their lips as she played with his chest hair, he showered underneath her touch his cock growing harder. He softly pushed her down, climbing on top of her as they were messily made out. His hands skimmed up her body, his fingers teased the band of her underwear. Her stomach was rising up and down with every fast intake of breath.

His tongue met hers and she couldn't help but whine. His fingers slid into her underwear until he met her soaked cunt. Her hands moved into his hair as she braced herself when his fingers easily slipped inside of her.

Her insides burned as he fingered her, he moaned as her tongue worked against his. She made his head fuzzy and all he could focus on was how badly he wanted to fuck her until she was screaming under him. He wanted to cum inside of her, paint her walls and put a baby inside of her.

Needing air, she pulled back. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as Steve's skillful fingers worked inside of her. Steve looked down at her, his eyes full of lust as he watched her body.

"Steve, please," she whines, her eyes fluttering open. She moaned at the look in his eyes, they were dark, needy, and desperate. She loved having all the power over him, that she had him wrapped around her finger.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, his voice thick with arousal. He kept his pace, loving how she sucked him in and coated him with her wetness.

"Fuck me. I want you inside of me," she moaned, "I want you to fill me."

Her words edged Steve on, his fingers curling up as she withered under him. "Yeah? Your sweet pussy wants to be stuffed full of daddy's cum?"

Y/N's body reacted to his words, easily showing him he said the right thing. She tried to speak but nothing came out but choked whines. He leaned down and softly kissed down her body, removing his fingers as he became eye level with her dripping cunt. Her hands lost its grip on his hair, reaching for the sheets below. He slid her underwear down her legs, tossing them to the side.

She twitched as she waited for his next move, impatiently. Steve took his time, his cock was suffocating in his pants but he forced himself to deal with it. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, she squealed as he used his fingers to spread her pussy open. He drooled at the sight, leaning in as he pressed his tongue flat against her. He licked up and down, coating his tongue. Her throat was dry as her sounds all cracked. She dove her fingers into his messy hair, forcing his head further against her.

He groaned at the taste on his tongue, his eyes rolling back as he sucked on her clit. He loved hearing her sounds and knowing he was the only one that got to see her like this. He was the only one who got to taste her. And he was going to be the only one to put a baby in her.

"Yes, Steve, fuck," she praised, her hips rocking against his face as she felt an orgasm approaching. Steve just needed a small taste of her, a smirk on his face as he pulled away. Leaving her and her cunt begging for more.

She wanted to groan in protest but knew how to behave. Steve had no problem giving her anything she wanted if she was good about it.

"Pretty pussy is pulsing for me. So needy. Sweet girl is in heat huh? Craving my thick cock to satisfy you?" His dirty words made her shiver. She began to whine pathetically, her mind all mush as she reached for Steve's skin.

He stepped back to strip the rest of his clothes. She fought to keep her eyes open, looking at his naked body from head to toe. Her eyes zoned in on his throbbing cock. He began to softly pump it, the action making her head spin. She could study his body for hours. She's had sex plenty of times with Steve but his cock amazes her every time. He was thick and veiny, and she clenched her thighs as she replayed what it feels like inside of her.

"Come on daddy, breed my little cunt," she said as she spread open her legs. Desperately needing him to slide inside of her.

Steve was quick to position himself on top of her, holding his throbbing cock against her entrance. He guided himself inside of her, instantly moaning as her cunt began to suck him in.

"How long have you been thinking about having my babies? How long have you been wanting my cock raw inside of you?"

Y/N hated that he asked questions because she couldn't think of a single word. All she could give as a response was moans and whines as he begins to pound her. Her nails gripped his neck, holding his head as he moved perfectly inside of her.

"I've been fantasizing about pumping my sperm inside of you every single day. Jerking myself off as I picture how perfect you'd feel around me raw and bare. And fu-ck, better than I imagined," he moaned out his words as he moved his hands on the sides of her head, using the leverage to push himself deeper.

"Daddy's cum- starved breeding whore" he growled

"Oh fuckkkkk," she whined, the nickname brought her closer to the edge. "Close, please."

Steve moved one hand down their bodies, easily finding her clit. Her thighs shook as her clit burned with need.

With how turned on she was in the car ride, she barely could hold it together as his cock and fingers on her clit brought her to a new level. She clenched around him and Steve knew she was close.

"That's it, milk me sweetheart. I know you want it. I know that slutty pussy wants my hot cum painting your walls. All my sperm emptied inside of you."

"Jesus Steve," she breathlessly laughed. She's never heard his mouth so dirty but fuck it worked well. "You're so fucking hot like this."

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you raw every day until I get you pregnant? Have you whenever I want you. Don't even need to wear panties, stay bare for me. Let me slip in when I feel the need to empty my balls inside of you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes. Please please. I need to cum," she begged. Even if she wanted to wait for an answer, she wasn't able to. Her body snapped and she came.

Steve shivered as he felt her cum on him. He puffed air out of his nose as he focused on his release. Her hands skimmed down his back, landing on his ass as she pushed him further inside of her.

"Come on, daddy. Fill me up. I want your cum, every last drop. Breed me, give me a baby. Show everyone how well you filled me up. How I belong to you."

A shiver ran up Steve's spine at her words, firing his body up as he gripped her hips and pounded himself harder into her. Her head was thrown back as she tried to handle the new pace. Her cunt was aching but he felt way too good inside of her.

"Fuck gonna fill you up until your belly is swollen. Not going to-" he moaned, "stop until...fuck...until I breed you."

He felt his orgasm building, desperately chasing it as the bed squeaked underneath them. His body was beginning to sweat. Drops dripping down his neck and Y/N craved to taste it on her tongue.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuck yes," Steve moaned as he came. His body shook uncontrollably as he emptied himself inside of her. He panted as he rested his head against her forehead, catching his breath as he continued to push himself into her. His eyes bored into hers as he let her cunt milk him for everything he has.

He collapsed on her body, still inside of her, as he finished. His heart raced as he continued to catch his breath. Their sweaty bodies sticking together as they both sat in silence. Both feeling his cum resting inside of her.

"God, I love you," he whispered against her skin. He shifted to see her face, leaning in to softly peck her lips. "I can't wait to marry you."

Her heart swelled at his words as she reconnected their lips.

[bastart13]

Not the same anon but I miss the Arcana too. I'd never been in a fandom that was as interested in making or hearing about ocs before. I loved how cooperative it was with artists drawing their apprentices together and how interactive it was with ask games and stuff.

Between that, the art that came out around story updates, and how the whole fandom felt like one collab it left an impression like nothing else and I miss it terribly. I miss seeing Isha on my dash 😭😭

It really did feel lovely. I adored seeing everyone's OCs and the way it encouraged everyone to share their art and writing together

I also really liked my self-imposed challenge to draw a corresponding CG with every update. I can't believe I only missed one or two after I started! It really forced me to develop my art in a way nothing else did

My experience with the Arcana lasted from the start of university to the end of my masters. I went through a lot in that time and it was a consistent highlight until it ended. I don't think anything can really replace it for me

[mysticsoniaowo]

School Prom

Please don't read my work or interact if you're under 14!! My works consist of some intimate touches and makeout sessions, and I don't want someone younger reading those!

A/N: The outfit and hairstyle described here is just a suggestion, feel free to create your own look! Everything else, like your hair, eye color, and other personal details, is completely up to you as well. Make it your own and enjoy! Also apologies if the kiss scene feels short or lacks detail. I'm not very experienced in writing those, so any future kiss scenes will likely be brief and not too elaborate. I appreciate your understanding!

Genre: High School + Hidden Love

Pair: Pre-Debut High School Student Hyunjin x High School Student Female Reader

Words: 7257

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You're in your last year of high school, and today is the day of the famous Prom that was held every year for the graduating grades. It was an event that every person was excited about, even the most aloof ones.

Excited was an understatement–your entire being radiated pure giddiness and joy. It bubbled within you, impossible to contain, spilling over in your bright smile and animated movements. Anyone who saw you could feel the infectious energy, your happiness lighting up the room.

Why were you excited? Because your prom date was none other than Lee Junseo himself. The Lee Junseo–the boy everyone knew you had a huge, undeniable crush on. It was practically common knowledge around the school, your friends teasing you about it endlessly. So when he approached you just a week ago, asking if you’d be his date, you could barely believe it. The moment the words left his lips, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. It wasn’t just an invitation–it was your dream come true.

From the moment you first laid eyes on Lee Junseo years ago, you were smitten. Every glance, every interaction had fueled your growing crush, and you found yourself chasing after him whenever the opportunity arose. You’d done everything to show your interest–little gestures, kind words, and lingering smiles–but he never gave any indication of feeling the same. So when he approached you, casually asking you to be his prom date, you were stunned. You’d convinced yourself he’d never notice you, yet here he was. Overwhelmed with joy, you eagerly accepted, hope blossoming in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this night would be the start of something more between the two of you.

You’d pulled out all the stops to look stunning for tonight, and with your best friend Felix’s expert help, the result was breathtaking. Felix, a true fashion genius, had worked his magic to perfection. You wore a long, dark green dress that sparkled under the light, the glittery fabric clinging to your curves in all the right places. Matching green heels added elegance to your stride, while gold jewelry–a delicate bracelet on each wrist, a sleek necklace, and heart-shaped earrings–added a touch of sophistication. Your hair was styled in neat curls, tied up beautifully with red roses woven through them, a striking contrast that felt like something out of a fairy tale. Felix even outdid himself with your makeup: deep red lips that popped, subtle green eyeshadow, and sleek black eyeliner that accentuated your gaze. You marveled at how he could work such magic with hair and makeup, leaving you feeling like absolute royalty.

And here you were, standing by the snack table, your eyes scanning the room as you waited patiently for your date to arrive. A mix of enthusiasm and nervousness bubbled in your chest, making it hard to stay still. This was a first for you–being asked out by a guy, and not just any guy, but the one you’d been crushing on for years. The thought sent a thrill through you, but it also left a twinge of unease. What if the night didn’t go as you dreamed? Still, the anticipation was electric, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing him walk through the doors.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Junseo stepped into the school gym–a space transformed with elegant decorations, twinkling lights, and a vibrant atmosphere for the big night. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, dressed sharply and effortlessly commanding attention. A wide smile spread across your face, and you instinctively raised your hand to wave at him, eager to catch his attention. But then, your eyes caught something that made your hand freeze mid-air. Your smile faltered, the exhilaration draining away.

Junseo wasn’t alone. Walking beside him was Yuwon, the ever-popular girl from your high school–the one you weren’t exactly friendly with. Your chest tightened as you noticed his hand resting on her waist, his grip firm and casual, as if it belonged there. They were deep in conversation, Junseo’s wide grin matching Yuwon’s bright expression. They looked perfectly at ease with each other, their chemistry undeniable. As they passed by you, Junseo didn’t even spare you a glance, his attention completely on her. Meanwhile, Yuwon’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression almost smug, as though she knew exactly what she was doing. That moment stung more than words could say.

What the hell was going on?

You were the one he had asked to Prom, not Yuwon. So what was he doing here with her? Why was he so at ease with her, acting as though he didn't even see you standing there? The realization hit you like a punch to the stomach–had he just... dumped you without saying a word?

The confusion and hurt swirled inside you, making it hard to breathe. You couldn’t believe it. Everything you had hoped for, everything you had dreamed of, felt like it was crushed right in front of you.

In an instant, your heart shattered.

The joy you’d felt only moments ago evaporated, leaving you with nothing but shock and an overwhelming sense of sadness. He had asked you out, filled you with hope, and now here he was with Yuwon, completely ignoring you. You stood there, feeling like a fool, questioning everything.

Had all your feelings, your efforts, been a joke to him? Were you just something to toy with, never meant to be more than a passing thought? The weight of heartbreak settled heavily on your chest, leaving you frozen in disbelief.

But then, a bitter thought crept in–what did you really expect? That someone as perfect as him would ever like a simple girl like you? It seemed so foolish now, that hope you’d clung to for so long.

You had just been stood up, left standing there while he walked off with Yuwon, and the sting of it made you feel like the biggest idiot in the entire school. All those years of chasing him, pouring your heart into something that was never meant to be–it felt pointless now. Regret gnawed at you, and you couldn't shake the feeling of how stupid you had been.

You looked down at the floor, your fists clenched tightly by your sides as the stinging pain in your chest intensified with every shaky breath you took.

It felt as if your heart was being painfully stubbed, each breath more labored than the last. Tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over, but you blinked them away desperately, refusing to let them fall. Not here, not now. You couldn’t break down in the middle of the Prom, surrounded by all those happy, carefree students. So you fought to keep your composure, even as the ache inside you grew unbearable.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The weight of it all was suffocating.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but it had turned into the worst. Your heart was scattered into pieces you didn’t know how to gather.

Maybe to some, it wouldn’t seem like such a big deal–it was just a school Prom, after all. Junseo and Yuwon weren’t even kissing, nothing overtly dramatic. But to you, it was clear. He had literally dumped you for her, and that hurt more than you could put into words.

Before a single tear could escape, you spun on your heel and quickly made your way toward the gym entrance. To you, it was no longer an entrance to the night you’d dreamed of, but an exit–a way out of the overwhelming pain.

Every step you took felt like a desperate attempt to flee from the laughter and music, the joy you no longer felt. You just wanted to get away, to escape the crushing reality of it all as quickly as possible.

As you walked, not daring to look back, you struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. The path ahead was all you could focus on. But as you passed Felix and his group of friends, you heard his voice calling out after you, his tone filled with concern.

Still, you didn’t stop. Your head throbbed, the world around you blurring into a haze, and your ears rang as if muffling everything around you. Your heart felt like it was being torn apart with every step. You didn’t have the energy to explain, to face anyone–especially not now. All you wanted was to get away from it all.

~~~

You were just an inch away from the entrance, your steps quickening as you tried to escape the crushing weight of your heartbreak. Every part of you felt devastated, your mood sinking deeper with each passing second. But then, without warning, you felt someone’s hand grip yours tightly. Before you could react, you were spun around, the room whirled, and suddenly you were face to face with someone.

And that someone was none other than Hwang Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you realized just how close your faces were, the sudden proximity catching you off guard.

For a brief moment, everything seemed to pause. Your breath caught in your throat, and without understanding why, your heart skipped a beat at the closeness.

"Hyunjin?" You breathed out, your voice trembling with shock. The confusion was evident, your mind spinning as you tried to process what was happening.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind–why was he here, why was he stopping you, and what was all this sudden closeness about? You couldn’t make sense of it, and the bewilderment left you feeling lost and unsure of what to do next.

You weren’t particularly close with Hyunjin or any of Felix’s other friends. Sure, there were a few casual conversations here and there, usually when Felix invited you to hang out with the group, but that was the extent of it. You’d never spent time with any of them one-on-one, and while the group dynamic was comfortable, it was always more about Felix than forming any deeper connections. You never expected anything beyond that, so having Hyunjin stand so close to you now felt unexpected and confusing.

You noticed the slight flush creeping onto Hyunjin’s cheeks as he realized just how close the two of you were. The sudden warmth on his face made the moment feel even more intimate. Yet, despite the apparent surprise, he didn’t step back.

His hand remained firmly but gently wrapped around yours, the touch reassuring and steady, as though he didn’t want to let go.

He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as his gaze locked on you. His breath hitched for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat at the intensity of the moment.

"Uh, hi, Y/N," he managed to say, his voice coming out a little shaky, betraying the sudden rush of nervous energy that coursed through him. His eyes lingered on yours, trying to mask the vulnerability, but the uncertainty in his voice was impossible to miss.

Hyunjin was standing with the guys at the back of the gym, but his attention wasn’t on the lively conversation around him. His thoughts were far away, focused solely on you. The girl he had admired from a distance but never had the courage to confess to.

His heart ached with the quiet realization that you liked someone else, and that simple fact kept him from ever expressing his feelings. He knew that confessing would only lead to rejection, and the idea of that kind of embarrassment was unbearable. So, he quietly carried his crush in silence, watching from afar, too afraid to risk his emotions.

Then, suddenly, your figure caught Hyunjin’s eye as you walked past, radiant in your beautiful green dress. His gaze followed you, but you moved so quickly that he barely had time to take it all in.

Soon enough, he heard Felix calling after you, snapping him out of his daze. Instantly, a protective instinct flared inside him, the urge to go after you strong and urgent. But he hesitated, unsure if it was the right move–if he even had the right to.

Felix, who knew about his crush on you, noticed the hesitation and nudged him, urging him to act. "It’s your first and last chance," Felix said, his words pushing Hyunjin into action. Without another moment’s thought, he decided to catch up with you.

"Hi?" you replied after a brief pause. It came out more like a question than a greeting, and you couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly, still completely confused by the situation. 

"Do you... need something?" you asked, your eyes flicking to his as you tried to make sense of why he was so near.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you became acutely aware of Hyunjin's breath brushing against your lips. Your gaze instinctively shifted to his hand, still wrapped tightly around yours, and you couldn’t help but notice how his touch sent a flutter through you.

Hyunjin cleared his throat softly, his hand gently releasing yours. He took a small step back, just enough to create a bit of space between you, but not enough to feel like a real distance.

As he let go of you, a sudden wave of disappointment washed over you. You couldn't quite explain why, but the absence of his touch felt oddly empty.

You quickly shook off the feeling, not wanting to overthink it. There was no reason for it, you told yourself, and yet, you couldn’t quite ignore how it lingered in the air between you both.

"Actually, I..." Hyunjin began, his voice faltering as he trailed off, suddenly unsure of how to continue.

His cheeks flushed with warmth, betraying the nerves bubbling inside him. It was the first time he was speaking to you without the safety of the group, and the weight of that unfamiliarity made his words feel heavy. He could feel his heart racing, his usual confidence slipping as he struggled to find the right thing to say.

He ran his hand through his brown hair, a nervous habit that betrayed his anxiety. "I just... noticed you were leaving and... I just wanted to talk to you," he finally managed to say, his voice a little shaky.

His gaze flicked over your face, and it didn’t take long for him to notice the subtle signs of distress, especially the way your eyes shimmered with unshed tears. His heart tightened with concern as he realized you seemed on the verge of breaking down.

"Ah, well, I'm going back to my house..." you spoke softly, a sad smile tugging at your red lips as your eyes fell to the wooden floor beneath you.

The hurt in your voice was unmistakable, and it was clear to anyone listening that you were barely holding it together. You quickly raised your hand, brushing away the tears that had gathered on your lashes, not wanting for Hyunjin to see them. You didn't want to seem weak, especially not in front of him, but the emotional weight was becoming too much to hide.

There was nothing left to keep you here. All the effort you’d put into this night, all the hope you’d carried, now felt like it meant nothing. You had wanted this to be special, but instead, it seemed like it would end in the solitude of your room. You imagined curling up under the covers, letting your sadness pour out in the quiet of the night.

"You're... going back? Alone?" Hyunjin's voice was soft, yet it carried a deep edge of concern.

He noticed the sadness in your smile, the way your gaze dropped to the floor, and the subtle hurt in your tone. Each detail made his heart tighten more and more, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of empathy for you.

He wanted to ask, to understand what had happened, what had made you want to leave, though he had a sinking feeling it had something to do with your date. Still, he didn’t want to push you too much, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or force you to share if you weren’t ready.

Suddenly, a surge of courage washed over him, pushing aside the hesitation he had felt before. He couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving like this–so sad, so heartbroken.

He refused to let you walk away in this state. He needed to do something, anything, to make you feel better. He wanted to see you smile, to lift the weight off your shoulders. Determination sparked in his chest as he resolved to do whatever it took to brighten your mood, no matter how small the effort.

He gently cupped your chin with his hand, his touch soft and careful as he tilted your head upward, bringing your gaze to meet his.

"You don’t have to go back," he murmured, his voice a quiet whisper, as if only you were meant to hear it.

Your eyes widened in surprise, nearly breaking from their orbits, as you felt the gentle pressure of his hand on your chin, lifting your head.

As soon as your gaze met his, you could feel Hyunjin's breath brushing softly against your lips once again, sending a rush of warmth through you. Your heart skipped a beat, your cheeks flushing with heat at the proximity.

Then the realization of his words hit you like a wave–he wanted you to stay.

And somehow, you wanted to stay too–for him.

You found yourself lost in his shining brown eyes, mesmerized by the glint of determination that sparkled in them. There was something about the way they held your gaze–intense, yet gentle–that made it impossible to look away.

In that moment, his eyes seemed more beautiful than ever, as if they were speaking to you without words, pulling you in with a quiet intensity. You couldn’t tear your gaze from them, captivated by their warmth and depth.

After a brief pause, you finally nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips–this time genuine, free from the sadness that had weighed on you. The tension in your chest seemed to ease just slightly.

"Okay," you said softly, the word filled with a sense of relief. Then, you added, your voice quieter but firm, "But only if you stay with me."

The request hung in the air, an unspoken promise of comfort and companionship, your gaze steady on him as if you were asking for more than just his presence.

You didn’t know Hyunjin that well, not in the way you knew Felix, but there was something undeniable drawing you toward him. It wasn’t just the way he looked at you, or the softness in his voice–it was the way he made you feel like maybe, just maybe, things could be different and that made you want to forget everything else.

There was an unspoken connection between you, something that felt right despite the uncertainty. You couldn’t quite explain it, but in that moment, all you wanted was to have fun with him, to spend the night–your School Prom–as his date.

The thoughts of Junseo and Yuwon faded completely from your mind, replaced by the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence and the simple desire to enjoy the rest of the evening with him.

Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat when you agreed to stay, and when you added that he had to stay with you, a wave of overwhelming happiness washed over him. He hadn’t expected your forwardness, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. After all, he had no intention of leaving your side.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the expression genuine and warm. His hand, which had been resting gently on your chin, moved instinctively to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender and lingering for just a moment longer than it should've.

"I wouldn’t leave you alone even if you asked me to," Hyunjin chuckled lightly, the sound warm and carefree. His brown eyes never left yours, their intensity only growing as he spoke. "You’re stuck with me now." His words were playful, but there was an undeniable sense of something deeper.

His words made your heart flutter, the playful tone carrying a hint of something more, almost as if he was flirting with you. The thought brought a small, knowing smile to your lips, and for a moment, you didn’t mind it at all.

But then, a sudden thought crept into your mind, causing your smile to falter slightly. Didn’t he have a date? You couldn’t imagine someone as handsome as him coming to the Prom alone. The idea left you feeling uncertain, wondering what exactly his intentions were in staying by your side.

"Don't you... have a date?" you asked, a hint of skepticism in your tone.

You couldn’t help but wonder, the question hanging between you both. If it turned out that he did have a date, you didn’t want to intrude on whatever plans he had.

You certainly didn’t want to cause the same pain you had just gone through to his date, not wanting to be the reason someone else felt left behind. The thought made your chest tighten, but you forced yourself to wait for his response, hoping for clarity.

Hyunjin froze for a moment at your words, his eyes widening slightly as if caught off guard. But then, to ease your concern, a soft, reassuring smile spread across his lips. He shook his head gently, the warmth in his expression making you feel a little lighter.

It was a little embarrassing for him to admit, but Hyunjin didn’t have a date. Several girls had asked him out to be their partner for this special day, but he had always politely declined. His interest had always been focused on you, though he never had the courage to express it.

When he heard that you were coming with someone else, he decided to attend alone, though he did have his group of friends and their dates for company.

"No, I swear I don't have a date," Hyunjin said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He sighed softly, his tone turning more serious. "I'm not some kind of jerk to ask someone out and then dump them." There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, though it wasn’t directed at you. It was clear his frustration was aimed at the guy you came with.

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine feeling behind his words. His emotions were real, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the honesty in them.

But you blinked a few times, processing what he had just said–he really didn’t have a date. The curiosity of why lingered in the back of your mind, but you didn’t want to push him further, so you let it go.

Without thinking too much about it, you reached out and took Hyunjin's hand in yours, your fingers lacing together naturally. A big grin spread across your red lips as you looked up at him.

"Well then, let's go have some fun!" you said, your excitement returning in full force. You tugged him toward the dance floor, your heart fluttering with the anticipation of enjoying the night, this time with your newest date by your side.

Hyunjin's heart thudded rapidly in his chest as your smaller hand slipped into his, the warmth of your touch sending a rush of energy through him.

His eyes widened in surprise when you suddenly pulled him along, but before he could process it, a chuckle escaped his lips. He couldn’t help but smile at the surge of enthusiasm that radiated from you. Matching your pace, he admired you quietly, feeling a sense of contentment as the two of you made your way toward the dance floor. Your energy was definitely contagious.

~~~

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, the world outside the gym windows darkened, bathed in the soft glow of the moon and stars. You weren’t sure of the time, but you guessed it was around 11 PM. You hadn’t bothered to check the clock, too absorbed in the fun you were having with Hyunjin.

As the night wore on, some students trickled out, heading home, but not you. You and Hyunjin remained on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm and laughter, completely immersed in the moment.

You and Hyunjin had just returned to the dance floor after taking a break to grab some snacks and drinks. Between bites and sips, you had spent the time talking, sharing stories, and exchanging little details about each other.

Laughter and playful jokes filled the air, and every time you smiled, it was impossible to stop. You didn't even try to hide it. He just had that effect on you. You found yourself regretting the time spent chasing after Junseo, realizing now how much you had missed by not getting to know Hyunjin sooner.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was floating on cloud nine. He was beyond happy to be the one to make you smile, to spend these precious moments with you. This was everything he had longed for, and it was finally happening.

But despite the joy in his heart, a feeling of uncertainty still gnawed at him. He knew he couldn’t keep hiding his feelings forever. The only problem was, he had no idea how to tell you.

The energetic song you and Hyunjin had been dancing to came to an end, leaving you both breathless and giggling. Your heart still raced from the fast movements you just did, but the atmosphere shifted quickly.

The bright, colorful lights from the disco ball above began to dim, casting a softer glow over the room. The sudden change in lighting gave the space a more intimate, peaceful feel. Then, a slow, calming melody began to fill the air, the soft rhythm echoing through the room.

It was a stark contrast to the lively song before, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow down, the music pulling you both into a serene moment together.

"Alright, students," came the voice of one of the female teachers over the microphone, breaking through the soft melody. "The Prom is coming to an end, and midnight will be here soon. For the last song, we prepared something slower... and quite romantic." Her voice was warm, carrying a sense of finality. "We hope you all had fun at this event, and we wish you the best of luck on your upcoming exams and graduation." There was a brief pause before she added, "Please, enjoy this song."

The room fell into a hushed anticipation as the music gently swirled through the speakers, inviting everyone to savor the final moments of the night.

You listened intently as the teacher spoke, but once she finished, your attention shifted back to Hyunjin.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw him bowing dramatically, one hand placed behind his back while the other was extended toward you. "May I have this dance, M'lady?" His voice was smooth, playful, with a hint of charm.

As he glanced up at you, his sparkling brown eyes met yours, and a delicate yet flirtatious smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Your heart did somersaults at his gesture, the warmth of his charm sending a rush of heat to your cheeks. They flushed pink at the sight of his smile, and for a moment, you felt like you were in some sort of fairy tale.

A light chuckle escaped your lips, caught by the magic of the moment. This was definitely a side of Hyunjin you thoroughly enjoyed. His playful yet earnest demeanor had you feeling both flustered and happy.

With a playful smile, you raised the sides of your dress, curtsying just like the princesses in the legends from your childhood. You could feel the soft fabric of your gown brushing against your legs as you did so, making the moment feel almost magical.

You then extended your hand to him, stepping closer with a grin. "Of course, mister," you replied, your voice light and teasing. The warmth in his eyes grew as he accepted your hand, the closeness between you both now undeniable.

Soon enough Hyunjin's free hand slid to your waist, his grip firm, as he drew you closer, your bodies mere inches apart. His other hand remained securely entwined with yours, a silent yet powerful connection.

As your chest brushed against his, your breath caught, his warmth seeping into you while the alluring, musky undertone of his cologne filled the air between you. Your free hand instinctively found his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. This moment was spellbinding and utterly unforgettable.

The two of you began to sway effortlessly to the rhythm, moving in perfect harmony as the music filled the gym. Couples circled around, but your focus stayed solely on him.

The closeness was intoxicating, a mix of overwhelming and magnetic. Each step brought you closer, your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest as if in sync with the melody. Every glance, every subtle movement felt electric, pulling you deeper into the moment.

As the two of you swayed to the music, you felt a sudden shift in the air. There was something about Hyunjin's gaze that felt different, more intense than before. You caught him staring at you, his eyes fixed on you with a depth that made your heart flutter in an almost thrilling way. The intensity of his gaze sent a small shiver down your spine.

You raised an eyebrow, silently asking what was going on, and he responded with a quiet chuckle. His lips curled into a soft smile, as if amused by your reaction, but there was something in his eyes that made you wonder what he was truly thinking.

"You know..." He began, his tone soft but carrying a certain warmth. "I didn't get the chance to tell you earlier, but you look really beautiful, gorgeous even." Hyunjin's voice took on a more low and smooth edge, the hint of flirtation unmistakable.

You felt a rush of hotness spread across your cheeks at his words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You definitely weren't used to hearing such compliments.

His hand, which had been holding yours, slowly moved down to your waist, the shift in his touch sending a thrill through you. Now both of his hands were holding you, his grip firm but gentle, guiding you in the dance.

Instinctively, you moved your hands to wrap around his neck, your fingers brushing the back of it as you held on tighter. The closeness between you both heightened, and the world outside seemed to fade away as you shared this quiet, intimate moment, the soft rhythm of the music enveloping you completely.

Your gaze shifted over Hyunjin, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, not even trying to hide your admiration. It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed how handsome he was, but tonight, under the soft glow of the lights, he seemed even more irresistible than usual.

His deep blue suit shirt complemented his frame perfectly, the crisp material contrasting nicely with the white t-shirt beneath it. His pants, a matching deep blue, hugged his legs just right, and the tie wrapped around his neck only added to his polished look. His feet were outfitted in sleek black formal boots, adding a touch of elegance to his appearance. And the little gold earrings in his ears? They seemed made just for him, giving him an effortless charm.

You couldn’t help but smile, the flirtatious energy between you two sparking within you. Leaning in slightly, you met his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. "You're not so bad yourself tonight, you know?" The words flowed smoothly from your lips, and the mischievous smile on your face matched the teasing tone in your voice. You were matching his energy, savoring the warmth and connection between you both.

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, completely captivated by your sudden shift in energy. The flirty words, the mischievous smile, and that playful glint in your eyes–everything about you was driving him wild.

He had always known you were intriguing, but this new side of you was making his heart race faster. He couldn't help but like it. It fueled the nervous excitement in him and, for a brief moment, pushed him closer to confessing what he’d been holding back for so long.

His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer. The tiny gap between you seemed too much, and despite the impossibility of closing it completely, he did his best to bridge it.

He leaned in, his face mere inches from yours, his breath brushing against your lips. The playful glint in his eyes mirrored yours, intense and full of longing. He hummed lowly, his voice soft but teasing as he tilted his head slightly. "Oh really?" The words were thick with both curiosity and something deeper.

The air between you began to grow with intensity, each second stretching as you stood there, so close to him. Your heart hammered in your chest, racing in a way it had never before. His face was so near, his breath ghosting over your lips, his body practically surrounding you.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from his lips, the soft curve of them, so inviting. They were so close, just a breath away, and you could almost feel the pulse of his heartbeat in the air between you.

You nodded slowly, your eyes darkening with an unspoken desire that spoke louder than any words could. The silent exchange between you both felt heavier, filled with anticipation. Something deeper was shifting in the air, and you could feel it pulling you towards him even more that it had before, a magnetic force that neither of you could deny.

Finally, Hyunjin leaned even closer, closing the gap between you both that felt so suffocating in this moment. His lips meet yours in a matter of seconds, you felt his fingers twitch slightly at your waist. Your eyes immediately fluttered close at the sensation, your whole being tingling with giddiness.

At first the kiss was soft, tentative, almost a bit hesitant. He was scared that he would do something wrong and push you away. But you quickly got into the mood, not pulling back, just savoring the moment.

Soon enough the kiss became something deeper, passionate, more exhilarating. Your lips moved in perfect sync, as if they belonged to each other since the very beginning. His lips were so soft, so tasty, you couldn't get enough. And he felt the same way about you.

One of your hands wandered from his neck to his brown hair, tugging at the soft, fluffy locks. Hyunjin let out a quiet groan, clearly enjoying what you did. His thumbs traced slow patterns on your waist, more than happy enjoying this beautiful connection. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, making you weak in the knees.

The fact that you were around other students, other people dancing that could see your little makeout session didn't bother the both of you at all. All that mattered now was only your shared intimate moment.

Hyunjin softly bit your lip before he reculantly pulled away, needing to catch his breath.

He leaned his forehead gently against yours, his breath still heavy as he placed a hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin.

Both of you stood there for a moment, catching your breaths, your lips swollen and faces flushed from the intensity of the kiss. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a quiet understanding hanging in the silence.

The soft, calming music continued to play in the background, but it felt distant, almost irrelevant. You were on cloud nine, completely lost in the moment. This was your first ever kiss, and it had surpassed your every expectation.

It was everything you had dreamed of and more–magical, intoxicating, and perfect in every way. Your heart was still racing, your body buzzing with the sensation of his touch, of his lips on yours. You couldn't help but smile, your mind replaying the kiss over and over, not quite believing how wonderful it had been.

Your fingers lingered in his hair, still slightly tangled from the kiss. Gently, you tried to smooth it out, fixing the strands that had been mussed in the heat of the moment. It was a small, intimate gesture, but one that felt natural, as if you'd done it a hundred times before.

His hair was soft beneath your touch, the warmth of his scalp sending a pleasant shiver through your fingertips as you carefully worked to return it to its neat style.

Hyunjin couldn't help but chuckle at your gentle touch, the sensation of your fingers in his hair soothing him in a way he cherished very much. In that moment, he realized just how much deeper his feelings for you had grown.

Every little movement, every glance, only made him fall even more in love with you. The warmth of your presence, the tenderness in your touch, it all felt so natural, like it was meant to be. He couldn't help but smile to himself, feeling completely at peace with the moment, knowing that this connection was something special.

After a moment of silence, Hyunjin gently pulled his forehead away from yours, his eyes lingering on your face for a heartbeat longer. He seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts, as if battling the nerves that were threatening to hold him back.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising trying to steady the rush of emotions that surged within him. His hand, still resting on your cheek, began to tremble slightly as the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He couldn’t wait any longer. If he didn’t say it now, if he didn’t let the words out, he knew he might never have the courage again.

His eyes flickered between yours, searching for the right words, but finally, he just let go of the hesitation. It was now or never.

Hyunjin’s voice shook slightly, a nervous edge to it as he spoke. "I guess that after this it's time for me to finally say the truth, huh?"

He swallowed, his chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. You could tell that he was searching for the right words, doubt flashing in his eyes.

Your fingers stopped moving through his hair, the touch instinctively pausing as you sensed the shift in the atmosphere.

Slowly, you let your hands drop to his torso, wrapping both of them around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his suit. You looked up at him with curiosity in your eyes, not entirely sure where this was going. But the moment was undeniably intimate, and you could sense that whatever he was about to say was important.

Hyunjin took a deep breath once more, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you. His fingers lightly brushed against your cheek, but his gaze remained locked with yours, a mixture of nervousness and hesitation in his eyes.

"I... I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long," he continued, his voice steadying. "The truth is, I’ve liked you for a long time. More than just a friend, more than just someone I hang out with... I really like you, Y/N. I could even say that... I love you."

Your eyes widened at his confession, the words hitting you like a wave, and for a moment, you couldn't quite process them. Shock coursed through you, making your heart race as you searched his face for any sign of hesitation. But as the seconds passed, the surprise began to fade, and a different feeling took its place.

Why have you been shocked? It made sense now. After everything that had happened between you both today it was clear. He wouldn’t have kissed you like that if he didn’t feel something for you. And just as the realization hit, another followed swiftly behind it. You felt something for him too.

The warmth from his kiss still lingered on your lips, and you couldn't ignore the way your heart quickened so many times today thanks to him. The connection, the chemistry–it was all there. You knew it.

Hyunjin watched your expression carefully, noting the shock that flickered across your face. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as a long silence settled between you both. The words he had said hung in the air, and a sudden wave of doubt washed over him. Was he making a mistake? Was it too soon? He felt vulnerable, but he couldn't turn back now.

Swallowing his nerves, he spoke again, his voice quieter but more determined. "I've always watched you from a distance, ever since Lix introduced you to us. And my feelings for you grew stronger and stronger every time we hung out with the others," he admitted, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "I knew you liked that Junseo guy, that you've been chasing him for years, and I couldn't bring myself to confess, I was too scared. I didn't want to embarrass myself by telling you how I felt, only to get rejected." He paused, biting his lip, slowly gathering his courage before continuing. "But I can't keep it inside anymore. I can't hide it from you forever."

His gaze was serious now, but there was a raw sincerity in his words. The weight of the confession hung heavily between you both, and he waited, his heart in his throat, for your response.

You couldn't stop a tender, affectionate smile from forming on your lips, the depth of your feelings for him radiating through you. His nervousness was endearing, and oddly amusing. He had been so unsure, but now, he didn't need to worry.

Gently, you took his hand, the one that had been resting on your cheek, and intertwined your fingers with his. The touch felt so right, as if your hands had always belonged together. The other hand remained resting on his waist, just as his was on yours, grounding you both in this moment. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, a silent reassurance.

"You don't have to hide it anymore, nor worry about that guy," you whispered softly, your eyes shining with certainty. "Because now, I'm all yours."

Before he could react, before his mind could catch up with your words, you closed the space between you. Your lips pressed against his once more, a kiss that sealed your unspoken bond, marking the beginning of something deeper between you both.

What had started as the worst night of your life, with disappointment, hurt and confusion, had turned into the most unforgettable one. In Hyunjin, you found not only someone who had silently cared for you but someone who would now be by your side. The night had turned magical, and in his arms, you found something precious–something you never expected but always needed.

[voidcat]

best friend's brother trope with kiryu...........

suggestive content by the second half! mdni!!! kiryu and his sister live rent free in my head I might write for her next- anyways this is for nyx:3

As long as you can remember your bestfriend's brother has always been a handful. Energetic but uncaring to things that do not interest him in the slightest, Kiryu is an interesting person to observe- interacting with him however is brings much less enjoyement.

From that rowdy troublemaker to an admirable young man with many fans, Kiryu grows before your eyes. He’s still doting on his sister, he is nice to you …sometimes. If anything he pushes your buttons more often than not but there’s affection lying under- or so he claims.

For someone his age and build, he still rushes to your rescue even if you don’t realize and before your very eyes, he pressures you into starting games so he can benefit from added friend bonuses. Pokes at your cheeks when you’re trying to eat your snack and steals a fry or two as you chew his ear off with insults, gets awfully close to you whenever he wants to avoid a… very enthusiastic fangirl and lets the assumptions run- this you don’t realize for a long while. It’s the same reason you notice years later your awful luck with love isn’t entirely your fault.

For every benefit and protection he brings, Kiryu takes from you and in the end you’re left with annoyance and a building temper for your best friend’s little brother.

It pisses you off how carefree he is, how lax he is, always an air to him that says ‘don’t you worry’- everything he does and is agitates you. It worsens in university, his fame only growing bigger and bigger and if you get approached one more time by someone who just wants to get close to him, god so help them because you will not be showing mercy-

“You say you hate me but it’s a big fat lieeee” Kiryu drags his words in a sing-song voice.

“Wow! And you are delusional!” You say in between breaths- your flushed cheeks and awfully close proximity to him betraying your words.

Kiryu only laughs at you. He’s always like that- gets a little condescending behind close doors- a little more feisty and devilish. There’s something wicked hidden underneath him that he reserves only for you.

It makes you think of how some people say that bullying is their love language.

Panting and equally wrecked as you, he still looks ethereal. Taking one glance at his face it only makes you scrunch your nose in return, it’s unfair how put together and hot he looks no matter the situation.

As if reading your mind from expression alone, he chuckles in delight and in return you press your face against his neck, biting into the soft skin just as he opens his mouth, word breaking into a moan.

Maybe you’ll be mean for once, indulge yourself in fully. A part of you feels guilt, another feels satisfaction- years long relentless teasing and you feel the upper hand in moments like these. Feeling him unable to react under you, you decide to take your chance and run with it, holding the ropes in your hand fully for once.

When you pull back, you admire the marks you’ve left for a while, caressing over the reddened skin with your finger as it slowly turns to purple.

Kiryu is uncharacteristically silent. It unnerves you, it makes you feel powerful.

When your eyes land on him, you see him a mess- a beautiful mess still, because this is him, but hair all disheveled from your pulls, strands of if sticking to his sweaty skin here and there and by the corner of his eyes, tears sticking to the rims.

You lick your lips involuntarily at the sight- This is by far the most beautiful he has ever looked.

Your body moves on his own. Leaning into him slowly, you can hear his breath hitch, and slowly you lick the tears beginning to glide down his cheek.

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FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 36-39)

* To note. Her hands are scaly. * And...unexpectedly wet?

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[plusultraetc]

do you see what I mean 😭

[pynkhues]

The ending of that chapter was quite angsty but Louis pretending he's not being catty by noting how inferior Anselm's dick is made me burst out laughing

I think relentlessly about how Louis felt the need to make sure Daniel knew Antoinette had a flat ass, so it just felt right, haha, although you know he'd never acknowledge it. I also actually lowkey think he would be cattier about men he knew Lestat was hooking up with than women too, funnily enough. I think they'd be harder for him to just dismiss, so he'd need to go search and destroy, haha.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Endless Sea Between Us

sapphic fantasy romance between a witch who lives in a sea cave after her family died and was cast out from her village, and an banished mermaid who’s curious about humanity

they create a magical rune to swap species, both desiring the freedom each other’s homes promise

but when they start to grow closer the mer-turned-human is kidnapped by a witch-hunting prince and taken to his castle, and the witch must chase them down to save her

f/f, demi MC

[welcometoteyvat]

the rarepair pipeline really is just (wants to see two characters interact) (the only people who make content of those two interacting are the shippers) (doesn't mind them having a romantic relationship and thus is converted into the rarepair)

[smallishdoggo]

i'm trying to keep the bitching about fandom bullshit to a minimum and just focus in on stuff i like, but man do i not like at all how nobody has anything even remotely interesting to say about braius in the newest episode. it's just on the one hand people who're just like "everyone who makes laudna upset should die", and on the other is people who're upset at how the campaign is going and are just happy that braius is doing shit that makes characters they don't like mad. boring. dumb. Talk about my guy, damn you!!! with empathy and thought deeper than "evil is when my blorbo is made sad"!!!!

[notmeowse]

That AMA marks the end of Dragon Age.

In my opinion.

I'll start by saying that I have played all 3 of the previous games repeatedly, I've loved the series for 15 years, more than half my life. These games inspired me to become a writer and they've shaped a lot of my tastes and interests in shows and writing -- to say they were formative is kind of an understatement. Don't want to go on and on about how much I loved them, that's not the point here.

I didn't care for Veilguard for pretty much all of the reasons people have already discussed at length on Reddit and Tumblr. The writing is comprehensively bad, the romances are easily the worst Bioware has written by pure virtue of having the most cookie-cutter pacing and shallow characterization I've seen across their games, the lore has been shafted in every direction, and the nuanced storytelling and roleplay I came to expect from the series has been taken out back and shot in the head.

All, apparently, in the name of a "clean slate". It seems to me that, rather than familiarizing himself with the existing lore of the game he took the creative reins on, Epler clearly had a vision for Dragon Age (or perhaps a different IP entirely) in his head that he decided to transplant into the game (and possibly Trick? But they've said so little beyond defending their work that I can hardly theorize what direction they were coming from). That being a sanitized, wildly self-contradicting, morally absolute shitshow focused on distancing itself from the previous games as much as possible. Now, I know it's unrealistic to blame one person entirely, and I don't blame him entirely. Corinne was there. Trick was there.

But if it wasn't already evident from the numerous interviews Epler's given on the game as well as his participation in the Q&A's (while the actual lead writer of the game has been completely absent in not just the marketing, but in most fan-related interaction pre and post-launch outside of BSKY), this AMA seems to have confirmed, more than anything else, that Epler doesn't understand the game nor does he understand its audience. Neither does Corinne Busche, who despite being Game Director for only the last two years of development, has been answering lore questions a) like she has any fucking clue and b) like she thinks Dragon Age is a cozy-gamer IP, meant to appeal to people that want uplifting stories with uncontroversial characters, morally upright heroes, and unquestionably evil villains.

So as of today's AMA, I think I've finally had enough. We're just outright retconning the lore in Reddit AMA's now, I guess. Among other things. I'll provide a few examples, just so we're all on the same page.

This was part of Epler's response to why Solas didn't have his cult following in the game (insert "We Kind of Forgot" meme here):

Solas' experience leading the rebellion against the Evanuris turned him against the idea of being a leader. You see it in the memories - the entire experience of being in charge ate at him and, ultimately, convinced him he needed to do this on his own. And his own motivations were very different from the motivations of those who wanted to follow him - he had no real regard for their lives or their goals. So at some point between Trespasser and DATV, he severed that connection with his 'followers' and went back to being a lone wolf.

The fact that this (the not caring bit) directly contradicts the writing in the actual game is absolutely INSANE to me, moreso than the lack of Solas's spy network (which he apparently carried with him for 10 years only to conveniently drop right before the ritual? Because he clearly had them research Rook?). But in regards to the not caring -- here's a line from Solas's memory of killing Mythal in Veilguard, which. I'll get to Mythal in a minute:

Why should I not tear down the Veil, and bring back immortality to all the elven people? They deserve it!

Which is it? Does Solas care about the people he's saving (the venn diagram of people he's saving vs. the people following him is surely a circle, i.e. elves) or not? Does he even care about the spirits trapped behind the Veil anymore or is it just convenient to abandon them and have him only care about elves, now? What happened to saving The People? What happened to him not identifying as an elf in his conversations with a Dalish Inquisitor? And what the absolute fuck happened to him wanting to bring back the magical marvels (that the ancient elves did in fact achieve) that were greater than anything we see in Thedas today? Here's what Epler has to say about elven magic, now:

I do agree that the elves have had their place in the sun at this point. [...] The thing about the Evanuris is that, ultimately, they were able to take a very specific type of magic and shape it into doing what they wanted. But even their understanding of magic was only skin deep [...] Even the magic that Tevinter wields, the magic of the Southern mages, is different from what the Evanuris used. The magic of the Evanuris is powerful but it's sterile, and it's constrained. So while the Evanuris have made magic work in a way that's more predictable and understandable, it's not the only kind of magic out there, and even then, I'd say they understood it at a very surface level. People were confidently describing how the natural world worked back in the 16th century. Very few of them were right.

First of all, Tevinter has been stated in previous games to have clumsily adapted ancient elven magic for their own, but they did adapt it. To the point where even Solas is surprised that Corypheus achieved effective immortality -- by binding himself to a dragon the same way the Evanuris did. So, cool, more contradicting the lore here. "They understood it at a very surface level" you mean when all of the magic of the Fade wasn't locked behind the Veil? You mean when magic flowed freely through the world? What do you mean, Surface Fucking Level? The entire point of the Dalish elf culture is what they lost; this wasn't the ancient elves thinking the sun revolved around the earth, the Veil was their fucking Library of Alexandria burning. Oh my god. I still cannot believe he said this.

And how have the elves had their day in the sun? I'm sorry, was Arlathan not given to... the Veil Jumpers? Instead of the Dalish? What happened to all the Dalish clans in the south, who had no infrastructure when the world was apparently blighted to hell? I guess they're just gone now! They've had their day! The story of the Dalish and the Evanuris is over (also confirmed in this AMA), and it apparently ends with the final snuff of the candle that is their culture. Congratulations, Chantry, you've won! Only took two genocides and a double blight, but we're done with the Dalish now! We get your mind-numbingly superficial factions instead!

What happened to Mythal, by the way? What happened to "She was betrayed as I was betrayed, as the world was betrayed! Mythal clawed and crawled her way through the ages to me, and I will see her avenged!" What happened to the reckoning that will shake the very heavens? John's answer to this:

People grow and change over time. Mythal's essence - and in particular, the fragment of her spirit that Morrigan carries, that she got from Flemeth - is not the same Mythal who he knew millennia ago. Centuries of living in this world and being around the kinds of people Flemeth found herself around - the Hero of Ferelden, Hawke, the Inquisitor - changed her views, and made her realize her own culpability in turning Solas into the kind of person he is now.

Oh, right, okay. So she was pissed for like a thousand years, got her big speech about the impending "reckoning" out 10 years ago, and then she just chilled out because the last 3 heroes were neat people. What a fucking joke. And yes, here is the confirmation that the Evanuris story is over --

The story of the Evanuris is done - the gods are dead (or imprisoned) and Thedas is in a state of flux and uncertainty. I imagine that whatever happens next is going to be a surprise to everyone, including the people of Thedas."

So I guess Mythal's reckoning is never coming. One of the most fascinating characters in the series, shrouded in mystery for those first 3 games, PROMISING US a blaze of glory, only to fizzle out in this one. Again, and I can't emphasize this enough, for Epler's clean fucking slate. And we've not just tied up her story, but also the Veil and the Blight:

When Solas bound himself (or, depending on your ending, was forcibly bound) to the Veil, it severed the connection that the Blight had to the waking world. The reality is that the Veil has been leaking ever since the Magisters first entered the Black City, and the dreams of the Titans gave it its terrible and awesome power. Now that the Veil is fully repaired, the Blight lacks that motive force, and being so close to the epicenter of that change has stripped the Blight in Minrathous of its vitality. It's calcified now - dead - and Bellara/Neve no longer suffer its effects. If they'd been anywhere else, further from that epicenter, it would've likely been different and they still would be looking for a cure.

So the Veil is permanently fixed now because our half-dead Dread Wolf bound himself to it (a decision I still don't understand) and that somehow fixed every single hole ever poked in it. Fully repaired. No more holes, no more "Veil is thin here" because tons of people died in the same spot, nope, we're washing our hands and leaving it (and the spirits) behind us because we've wrapped up both the series-long Veil storyline and the blight storyline in a big red bow.

And Epler tells us Solas not only bound himself to the Veil but fixed it entirely in one fell swoop, no ritual required, just a little slice to the hand. Again, all in the name of a clean slate, so any future installments or media centered around Thedas can turn away from this story.

Then there's this. What we can expect from future installments, I freaking guess. The aforementioned roleplay getting taken out back and shot:

Q: "What lead you to the decision to step away from active conversations with the companions as in previous Bioware games, where you can initiate them at any moment and ask exhaustive questions?"

John: "For us, because of tech limitations, it became a choice between exhaustive investigate conversations, or letting the companions move more freely around the Lighthouse. With the kind of experience we were going for, one where seeing the team grow around you is paramount, we felt that seeing them interact in common spaces (and in each other's rooms) made more sense."

Literally confirmed that they chose companions moving freely about the cabin over ... interacting with them outside the handful of cutscenes we got. Who in their right mind would think this was a good call in a Dragon Age game? A series that quite literally prides itself on complex character interactions and storytelling? So they could... sit in different places? Are you kidding me?

They don't see an issue with the game's reception. They don't have any interest in addressing or responding to criticism. They're either happy with their choices or EA's got a gun pointed at their heads, I'm honestly not sure anymore. I used to believe the latter was true, but looking at both Epler's and Busche's responses today, I'm inclined to believe the former.

So I think that's it for the series. Not that I thought it was going to get another game after this, but on the absolute off chance it did, what would be the point? The best stories were ruined. Anything left they have to tell is going to read a lot like Veilguard -- superficial, morally absolute, flagrantly disrespectful to the lore, and delivered in a very poorly written package.

[totalswag]

hey i love your work so much and if it’s not to much go ask i was wondering if you could do a fic where fem!reader is part of the cast on obx and she is really close friends with drew where they are flirting and what not and everyone ships them and they are at an interview with the rest of the cast and that gets brought up? sorry if that doesn’t make sense! if you don’t have time it’s completely

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summary having a close relationship with drew that send hints to fans they like each other based on the way they flirt with each other.

warning(s) flirting, shipping, co-stars secretly like each other?

Being apart of the Outer Banks cast has been such a blessing. You've created relationships with people you consider family now and who you can count on no matter what the circumstances are. Being on set for weeks on end filming scenes and making memories is what you look forward to most.

You grew closer with Drew Starkey because your characters are dating in the show and always next together on set too. Drew has become someone that you consider very important in your life.

You joined the Outer Banks cast during the second season. Drew appeared in a couple appearances near the end of the season, implying that he is interested in someone— love interest. You recall fans going nuts trying to figure out if this will continue. Fast forward two seasons, and your characters are together.

After a long day of filming, the cast decided to gather for dinner at a local beachside restaurant. The atmosphere was vibrant, with laughter and the sound of waves breaking on the shore. You and Drew were seated next to each other, much to the joy of your cast members, who were closely watching your interaction with Drew.

"Drew, look at the camera," you softly sang, your phone in your hand on the table, Drew in the frame of the video— he was speaking to Rudy across the table. He gives you a look that shows he knows you are heard before looking down at your phone and waving.

"Oh! "Hello there," he smiles even more when he sees himself on the screen—you giggle at the end of the video before sharing it to your Instagram story. 

"You posted it on your story?" he inquires, his body language focused solely on you. "I obviously had to; it was cute," you said as you placed your phone on the table next to your wallet. You suddenly felt nervous in front of Drew.

He raises his eyebrows in satisfaction. "Cute, huh?" He smirks and smiles, patting your thigh.

Fans began to ship you and Drew together as your relationship grew. The chemistry between you two is clearly obvious on and off screen, which is why you perform scenarios so well. Fans go berserk every time you post something on social media about Drew.

You two flirt without even realizing it at times. You will compliment each other as if you were a relationship, but this is nothing out of the norm for you two. Even your cast members have boarded the train and made a few comments about when you'll finish up together. 

You can't lie, he's an attractive young man. There's no doubt about that.

Few hours after you posted on your story, fans have been discussing the video you shared in which Drew looks at you as if you are the most beautiful person on the planet and no one else is present.

Today, you and the cast will be doing interviews all day to promote Season four. For the first portion, everyone will sit in the same room as the interviewer, but thereafter everyone will be separated.

"Alright, everyone," said the interviewer, "we've got some fun questions from fans today, and they're dying to know more about the dynamic between some of our favorite cast members."

Everyone said "Oooo," anxious to see what else the interviewer would say.

"Let's start with a fan favorite," the interviewer added, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "There's been a lot of talk about the chemistry between you two." She pointed to Drew and you. "Care to share any insights on that?"

Your stomach dropped.

The question hung in the air, drawing a chorus of “Oohs” and playful nudges from the cast. You felt your cheeks heat up as you exchanged a glance with Drew. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips

"Well," Drew said, leaning in slightly. "Y/N and I have always been close. We simply clicked, you know?"

"Really?" the interviewer asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Because the way you two flirt on and off set is pretty convincing."

You laughed and shook your head. "We simply have fun with it. Drew is a terrific person, and we like joking around. "It keeps things moving on set."

"From our first reading together, I knew she was going to be a great co star of mine and we've formed an amazing bond throughout the years" Drew says with his hands. In gratitude, you give him a pat on the back.

Your cast mates' eyes are constantly drawn to you and Drew since they can tell you have mutual feelings for each other. Granted, you two have scenes together all the time and have developed a strong bond. However, you consider being more than friends with him.

The interview continued on with more questions popping up that were exciting to answer. In the back of your mind you were thinking about the question about Drew and you— do you want more?

Later that evening, you and Drew returned to your apartment and relaxed in your living room. The city lights outside your window gave a soft glow across the room, and the steady hum of the air conditioner broke the silence. You'd both changed into more comfortable clothes, eager to relax after a long day.

"Today was something, huh?" Drew murmured, breaking the silence as he sprawled down on your couch, seemingly at peace.

"Yeah, it was," you said, sitting next to him. "They really went all in on the whole shipping thing."

Drew chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart race. "Yes, they did. "Makes you think, doesn't it?"

He sat up, his face instantly serious. "About Us. I mean, everybody sees it. Hell, we see it, don't we?

Your breath became locked in your throat. The playful flirtation, the lingering touches, the way your heart raced whenever he was close—it all hinted at something more than friendship. However, hearing him say it aloud was another. It made it real.

"I suppose we do," you confessed gently.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I liked your writing on reader having to get in between Wolverine and Deadpool all the time 😆 it made me think what it would be like if they were crushing on you and there is a rivalry between them. If you could write what they’d do to win your favor or what shenanigans that would come with it 😂 subtle or not

These two weren’t fond of sharing.

So when the other finds that they have similar feelings towards you, the outcome is never good.

They’re childish in a way where if either Logan or Wade was coincidentally standing too close to you, the other was bound to notice and make a scene out of it, all the while you wished you were anywhere else in that moment.

The pair couldn’t get along even if they bothered to try as sooner or later they’d end up stabbing each other just because the other one was breathing too loudly or just merely existing.

And yet their feelings towards you ends up causing Logan and Wade to butt heads more often, especially if you were constantly teaming up together, with you often being their meditator in all their conflicts.

Wade was more vocal and borderline flirty when it came to interacting with you, he would crack jokes, boop you on the nose or even playfully smack you on the ass just to hear your yelp in surprise and become all flustered.

‘Plush ass you’ve got there, babe! wouldn’t mind laying my head on it sometime and use it as a beautiful fluffy pillow.’ - Wade, skipping away.

Wade could be quite clingy at times so there would be moments where you can barely escape the guy as he hanging on your side like a koala bear.

You: Wade can you let go.

Wade: and let go of my emotional support person? *gasp* Do you want me to die?

You: well considering how fast you regenerate, you technically can’t die-

Wade: do you hate me? Do you think I’m clingy?

You: no- well yes but-

Wade: you hate me!

Wade can be dramatic and the only way to shut him up is to just let him be in close proximity of you and allow him to talk your ear off about how good a dog parents you’d be to Dogpool.

Dogpool is your weakness, you could never say no to Dogpool and Wade knows this like the back of his hand and will use this as leverage over wolverine.

After all It’s not like he has a version of himself that was an actual wolverine or maybe even a honey badger in yellow spandex. So Wade counts this as a win on his end.

Logan on the other hand would be more subtle with his approach, even though to Wade, Logan’s subtly was as an dopey cow standing in a field of grass with how the scruffier man tended to keep by your side protectively; so much so that he might as well start growling at every person who ever laid eyes on you in general.

He’s a guard dog of a man in every sense of the word but how that came to be was from a whole lot of trauma and loosing people he’s ever cared about, so needless to say he won’t act like he’s interested in you at first, his heart had been wounded about as much as his body has and even had the mental scars to prove it.

He’s lived a long life of pain, fighting, suffering and heartache. He’s not going to falter so easily until you did something that made him feel safe enough to fall for you.

Once he has however it was impossible to go about the mission without him always wanting to stand guard by your side when he sees someone he doesn’t fully trust, always using his body as a shield for your own as Logan knew he could handle much more punishment then you could. So he’d rather avoid you being grievously hurt by any means possible.

He’d probably scold you if you ever were hurt as he was afraid that he might loose you, yet his hands were gentle but firm as they worked to patch your wound so it’d heal properly.

Wolverine: you’re an idiot you know.

You: wow I really feel the love over here.

Wolverine: *huffs* you expect me to kiss your ass when what you did was reckless and could’ve killed you? *his hands linger on your own even long after he’s done patching you up as though committing your warmth to memory*

Logan is a secret softy who wouldn’t push you away if you were to ever fall asleep on him, he’d grumble but that’s about it.

He’d even toss you his jacket if you were to ever complain about being too cold or leave it somewhere for you to take yourself, again he’d act like he didn’t want you to but he actually did with how he almost smiled upon seeing you looking comfortable in his jacket.

Logan is evidently more subtle about his crush on you then Wade is, or so he’d likes to think but Wade can messily tell he’s smitten when he sees how Logan’s eyes were quick to follow you in a crowded room with protectiveness and adoration.

Wade: aww has our dear friend taken the stick out of your ass and you fell in love?

Logan: *growls* fuck off Wade.

Wade: *holds his hands to his lips and gasps* oh my gosh! You have! Me too!

Logan: *looks at him* you what?!

Wade: yeah cats out of the bag, I like them too wolvie. you’re not the only one to find them cute, how close minded of you seriously.

They can’t share to save their lives, I’ve mentioned this before but they genuinely can’t even if they tried because one is them was bound to get jealous and try to take you away from the other.

Wade: do you really want to be near me grumpy all the time? Yawn fest much.

You: stop riling him up, you’re making Logan mad. Why are you like this?

Wade: maybe because you deserve to be in the company of someone who isn’t still unhealthily hung up on his previous red headed lover.

Logan: you shut your fucking mouth.

Wade: see! He’s not denying it!

You: I’m going to go now. *leaves*

Logan: you should make full time fuck head your job.

Wade: and you should make full time teenage brooder in a full grown man’s body who still isn’t over his first breakup yours.

The shenanigans that would occur between these two would be headache inducing to say the least.

The constant fights that would break out between them that you’d have to break up.

The bickering over who gets to act like a couple with you on missions. They might even play rock, paper, scissors multiple times behind your back.

Wade probably tried to trip Logan up in front of you once but it backfired when Logan made Wade trip up instead as he puts a hand on your lower back and guided you away from the poor Merc with a mouthful of dirt.

[fordtato]

Alex Hirsch will imply or say through text and subtext of books about FiddAuthor and BillFord, while Dan Povenmire and Swampy Marsh will just have Perryshmirtz moments on Chibi shorts and tiktoks... and you know, sometimes I'm glad I get to live in this world. (I made this weird train of thought connection through the ending joke in Bill's interview in the book.)

SPOILERS: Look, no matter how one feels about it, Hirsch used terminology associated with romance and breakups throughout nearly every interaction between Ford and Bill. "Attracted-to," "will-they-won't-they," "were we even partners?," starting a conversation after a fight with "Can we talk?", calling Fiddleford a "third wheel," etc. - THESE ARE QUOTES.

Also, Bill uses language that is INCREDIBLY tied to abusive relationships when talking to Ford: "who else will make you feel like this?" etc.

Hell, Bill goes on a drunken bender after the breakup. Mabel calls Ford Bill's ex, and tells him to "get over" her Grunkle.

I've seen some discussion on the timeline on whether or not it's problematic to make BillFord canon and my thoughts are: this book DEPICTING an abusive pairing (or at least using language that echoes an abusive relationship), and then framing it through the lens of an unreliable abusive narrator is not the same thing as glorifying, romanticizing, or supporting the pairing. The people reading this recognize that Bill is a villain and not to be trusted, you know? It isn't even shades of grey, it's 100% depicted as the most ruinous thing in Ford's life. Hell, I think it's just very compelling writing. I love this. I think it's so interesting. Books should be able to tackle this.

And then the Fiddauthor fodder. The FIDDFODDER. He handmakes Ford two xmas presents, and makes nothing for Emma-May??? HE COMES BACK FOR FORD AFTER HIS FIGHT WITH HIS WIFE? AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES IN COLLEGE? AND FIDDS MADE 5 PROTOTYPES TO HANDKNIT FORD GLOVES??

The book also has a reference to Ford possibly being ace. Ford has nightmares about a pop quiz asking him what he's attracted to. He answers "planning and preparation." So, I have layered feelings about these tongue-in-cheek references to asexuality without just SAYING asexuality, you know? Like when it's wrapped in a joke, I think it affects how meaningful it is, but I'm not ace, so it's up to ace people to decide how they feel about this. But I do think it's interesting.

At the very least, this book adds queer undertones to the way Ford and Bill interact. Book of Bill gave more queer undertones in the TEXT, not just subtext, to how Ford interacts with others, and while that experience is translated through an abusive relationship, it's still there.

Y'all, this man is queer. I can't believe I'm not seeing everyone talking about this. Ford is queer. I don't know how to define his relationship with Bill Cipher, but it isn't straight.

[door-insurance]

Ahm, hello Life is Strange fandom- I got an announcement

I have been working on my own LiS fan visual novel

This is VortexVN,

You play as Victoria waking up from a hangover with no memory of the week prior, you are tasked with piecing together what happened between her and one of the 4 love interests.

And of course the love interests are:

-Chloe (Chaseprice)

-Max (Chasefield)

-Kate (Chasemarsh)

-Rachel (Amberchase)

The game starts with a quiz; you unlock a route by picking answers related to the character you wanna romance (they are very obvious)

It takes place in an AU where the events of LiS1 and BtS didn't really happen and there are no special powers, Victoria's still a bi tch- I guess that's her special powers.

Think of this game as a spiritual successor to Love is Strange by Team Rumblebee rather than Life is Strange 1

Gameplay so far is your typical point and click visual novel affair, you will be given options to explore rooms, examine objects and talk to other characters- the interactions will play a crucial part in how the game ends,

You can win the girl or get rejected or worse... It will depend on how Victoria carried herself throughout the game,

Mistreating certain characters may prove to be a dealbreaker for the love interest,

Each girl has two close friends in the dorm that you should not upset (I'll reveal who in the guide pdf)

This game is also perfect for Victoria haters as you can ruin her life

The game has its own journal system that will be different depending on who you're romancing, it also comes with a read button (I blurred most of the text so you can get curious and play the game)

Read button will display the journal content in Open Dyslexic font

In the demo you'll only get to explore Victoria's room and the dorm hallways and you'll get two encounters from Juliet (Showers) and Alyssa (Hallway)

VortexVN is still in development, I have finished part.1 of the project and will start polishing it soon- the initial build of part.1 will be available to play as a demo!

The cutscenes lack color and proper shading at the moment and you will find placeholders as well, the art style is all over the place- this will change after the polishing phase

Download links:

Mac and Windows

Web browser ver (I don't recommend that you play it on mobile, also the web version lacks animation and takes forever to load graphics)

programs used:

-Renpy (visual novel engine)

-Photoshop CS5 (Drawing/rendering/animating/designing)

-Clips studio (Texturing)

-tablet: XP-Pen Artist 13

Note: I'm not monetizing this project nor do I claim ownership of the Life is Strange ip, all materials and assets presented in this visual novel were either created by me or are royalty free- I did not lift anything from the games via data mining or by leaks

This game is not a response to or a gotcha at Life is Strange Double Exposure or Deck Nine, I didn't really dislike the game

Besides, I've had the idea of a Victoria centric fan game since the first LiS back in 2015

I'm open for feedbacks! You can DM me or reblog this with a review or something- maybe write a comment.

[quil12]

The summary for the last fic I posted is genuinely the best summary that I've ever written and I can't stop rereading it