#Kings of Paradise blood moon

[voltage-vixen]

[voltagevibes]

I’m adding on to my own discontent (per request)

Has this been done yet?

[hellocupie]

So now that Kings of Paradise is ending, here is everything that the writers haven't delved into, including the cancelled routes. Please let me know me if I have missed something or made a mistake, I'm a bit rusty.

In Season 1, the MC says that she didn't recognise Taki not only because of his change in demeanour but also because his last name is different. However, this is never mentioned again throughout Taki's route. It's suggested that his father, Ryuta, is unwell and Yosuke has to have made some sort of contact with him in order to arrange for Tsubaki to treat him while Taki still hasn't reunited with him. If Ryuta has already repaid his debts then why does he keep running away? The reader doesn't find out who Ashiba's backers were after Season 4.

Kiyohito is aiming to reach global stardom with Hikari. He also owes his former boss a favour after having to make a last-minute arrangement for something in One Night in Purgatory. His parents are divorced and his mother had to raise him and Hikari on her own.

Shun didn't get a season 5 but based off of the other characters' stories, it probably would have went in a similar vein: Resolving the rivalry between him and Kaisei and making steps to improve his unhealthy relationship with the MC. There's also the issue with his father bribing Shun's investors to stop funding his film and not even Yosuke is powerful enough to go up against him.

Not much information about Yosuke's father has been revealed other than him being always being busy with work, passing away in an accident alongside Yosuke's stepbrother and maybe having some resentment towards Yosuke for Aoi's death. There is also no further mention about this stepbrother. Meanwhile Yosuke's stepmother, Sumire, is unwell but there are no details about her illness. Taki plans to steal the MC away. At the end of Yosuke's Unplanned Remarriage POV, Taki also reveals that Amatsuka Holdings is responsible for his father's demise, surprising Yosuke. It's not known if this is also true in Taki's route. On a less serious note, we still don't know what the key Yosuke gave the MC is for however he did mention that there's a cupboard in his Kamakura home that's been locked for ages. We also don't know what pushed Yosuke into starting his matchmaking/bride brokering business, which he is still doing despite telling the MC he stopped. lengthy but what do you expect from me

Kaisei's older brother is introduced through a phone call in his birthday story and there seems to be one sided tension between them on Kaisei's end. His brother might be the pilot mentioned in his POV. After their parents divorced, their mother suffered from mental and financial issues. The MC here is still under Yosuke's contract and is required to spend time with Shun as his bride.

(Cancelled) Tsubaki mentions a traumatic incident which led him to believe that he doesn't deserve to work in paediatrics. Yosuke helped Tsubaki open the hospital in Tokyo and it can be assumed that Tsubaki provides back-alley services in return based off of Taki's route. The writers have spoken about his ex-wife a few times.

(Cancelled) Why does Amatsuka have two identities? We don't know what kind of accident he got into that resulted in the scar on his hand or learn more about how he became distant with Yosuke. However he does mention the cliff near the Kamakura home. While Yosuke makes his brother's relationship with their parents out to be perfect, Amatsuka seems to suggest otherwise.

None of the men have met the MC's parents yet and their parents have yet to make a physical appearance as well.

Considering the amount of things that have yet to be addressed, I strongly believe that this title needed at least one more season before they move onto the wedding and having children (although there is a chance that some of them may not even have children).

Kiyohito's last season could probably be good since there's not much to cover but if this is Kaisei's last season as well, the writers will probably pull an ellipsis like they did with some of the KBTBB guys and fast forward a couple years.

[meowiarty426]

Speaking of series that deserved more? Voltage has been teasing us with this “Coming Soon!” On Blood Moon from Kings of Paradise.

I absolutely need that route. It’s been months. Did they forget about the ones waiting for him? If so, I will riot.

[kamyru]

I can't believe that the company who intended to create Blood Moon from King of Paradise and masked his true identity so good, is trying to convince us that MC didn't understand Shu Hasunuma is the man in the green track suite, Tsumugu Kido is her roommate, and is also trying to tell us that a hat and sunglasses are enough for Revance's and Plust's members not to be recognized in public.

K-pop fans recognize their idols in the reflection of a spoon. There's no way Claude can walk on the streets with black sunglasses and be okay.

[muzansfangs]

Mojito + Douma & Kokushibo

Devotion.

Starring: Douma x f!reader; Kokushibo x f!reader; Douma x f!reader x Kokushibo; mention to Gyokko and Muzan;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, threesome, public sex, dom!Kokushibo, dom!Douma, sub!reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, anal penetration, double penetration, bitemarks, hair pulling, reader is a demon, manhandling, blood drinking, violence in battle, consuming humans, dispicable use of blood as a cosmetic, kind of sacrilegious scenary (sex in the shrine area);

Plot: As one of Douma’s most loyal followers, you had some privileges. One of those was being turned into a demon and trained to climb the ranks of the Upper Moons. When Gyokko died, Muzan chose you to take his place. In the middle of a training session with the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult and the Upper Moon One, you accidentally hit them with your blood demon technique: aphrodisiac blood. Pinned down by your comrades, you were demanded to show them your devotion.

Drink chosen: MOJITO (double!penetration, threesome, anal sex, vaginal sex, marking the partner);

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT

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The Moon glowed solitary in a starless dark sky. Under the pale light provided by the satellite, you were sitting on the cold stairs of an ancient shrine, forgotten by the neglectful humans who had built it centuries ago to probably appease the divine wrath of their god. Ivy and dirt blanketed the abandoned building, now deemed a pit of demons and curses by the local folklore. Pitiful. It was nothing but pitiful. You grimaced at the thought of the typical human inconsistency and stupidity.

Still, not long ago, you were a human too. Some memories from your past life still flashed in your mind. Who were you before you turned into a blood-thirsted creature? You were a devoted young girl, living in a Temple in which people disappeared mysteriously from their beds in the dead of the night. It was a ritual, or this is what the Leader of the Cult wanted his followers to believe. Those humans were doomed. Their naivety and faith were their downfall. However, while he deliberately manipulated the whining mass of people seeking protection and blessings from him, he had never tried to hide his identity, his nature, to you. Loyal to him, you had always stood by his side, not manifesting horrified expressions, when he devoured people in front of you. Your fingers were usually threading through his silky platinum blond hair, whilst he fed. Humming sweet melodies for him, helping him to bathe, you had gradually become his life companion, or something close to it. Along with the favors and attentions he required, he did not abstain from asking you to indulge into the bed with him.

Satisfying your Lord, though, did not feel unpleasant. There was something enthralling about the way he broke you down and built you up.

To show you his gratitude, Douma had therefore turned you into a demon to preserve your beauty. It was amusing how you had inheridated some of his characteristic. Your nails, pointy and lilac, were among them. Your devotion intensified. By the time you had trained enough to be capable of not shaking in front of Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma had suggested him to make you one of the Twelve Kitsuki. You felt on top of the world, the glory of finally standing at the top ensnared your senses and you gladly complied to the King of demons’s order to show your loyalty to him.

Standing up now, you detected the subtle attack coming from your left. Dodging it was easy, the golden tessen aiming at your neck cut a mere strand of your hair. You smirked, kneeling a few feet away from your opponent. Pearly fangs shining under the moonlight, Douma waved his hand at you casually.

“Ah, you’ve become so agile, Y/N-chan!” Douma stated, as you casually approached him with a soft smile on your red-painted lips. He, only he or another demon could say what it was smeared over your mouth.

His hand gripping your hair and straining your neck made you wince. His tongue darted out of his mouth, lapping at the dried blood you used to decorate your lips. Your clawed hand gripped his cheek, nails digging onto the smooth flesh enough to pierce his flesh and draw blood. You had become so much rougher with each other since you had become the new Upper Rank Five. Your animalistic and savage nature had kicked in, surprising your carefree friend to some extents.

“And you are perpetually needy” you whispered, lips hovering over his, before you ungraciously shoved him off of you and caused him to tumble onto the ground.

Douma was fascinated, watching as you rested your bare foot on top of his broad chest and bit down onto your wrist. Oh, how much he loved feeding from you. The sight of your crimson blood dribbling down your skin and splattering onto his face made his cock throb into his pants. The need to be inside of you was unbearable. The Upper Moon Two diligently opened his mouth, tongue welcoming the drops of blood you were so generously letting drip from your wound. Once again, you were subservient, indulgent.

His hand slided up your naked calf, squeezing it suggestively, rainbow-colored eyes locking with yours as you sighed and decided to cruelly deprive him of your proximity, of your intoxicating blood.

Douma groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows as your skin regenerated quickly “Ah, come on, what did I say to piss you off now?” he asked you, but he did not receive an answer from you, because the air around the shrine suddenly became asphyxiating. Your eyes grew round, your knees almost buckling under the pressure, upon ascertaining the Upper Moon One had joined you two. You were expecting him to come; whenever Muzan gave orders, he was the only one who never failed his expectations.

Bowing your head respectfully at the highest rank of what remained of the Twelve Kizuki, you greeted him “Kokushibo-dono, it’s a joy to welcome you here. We were just waiting for you to begin” you cooed, breaking the eeare silence enveloping the area.

You knew nothing about him, beside his sense of honor and an incommensurable admiration for the progenitor of your specimen. A rational, taciturn man who hardly ever barged into the unimportant squabbles taking place among those below him. What mattered to that man was the impertubable balance of powers.

An high-pitched gasp from behind you, caught your attention and, in a blink of an eye, Douma was standing right next to you “Ah, Kokushibo-dono, it’s been so long! You have declined all of my invitations to visit my residence… It’s a shame, really! Recently, I’ve taken in a couple of lovely girls. I looked forward to share them with you” the Upper Moon Two ranted, that fake overjoyed smile curving the angles of his lips upwards, while he sneakily swung his arm around your waist, yanking you against his side.

You sighed, a pout on your lips, before you searched for Kokushibo’s gaze to begin your training session. While you were more than capable of taking down a Pillar on your own, you still had some troubles in controlling your blood demon technique and, with the incoming war, Muzan wanted you to be extremely proficient, impeccable. Letting you train along the two strongest demons alive was the best way to improve your skills.

The former Demon Slayer sized you up, hand resting onto the hilt of his katana out of habit “Y/N. — he greeted you, his six bloodshot eyes then darting on the tall man at your left — Hard times require total concentration. There is absolutely no time to slack off and indulge into sordid, deplorable activities. Get in position” he sternly said, causing the younger demon to sneer and plant a kiss on your cheek before distancing himself from you leisurely.

You had no idea of the specific schedule he had chosen for you, yet the moment your nose was pierced by the fragrance of human blood, and your ears heard heavy footsteps rapidly consuming the road leading from the woods to the shrine, you put the pieces together. You looked at Kokushibo, not surprised by his lack of an explanation. Slayers. Those humans running straight to their death were Slayers the Upper Moon One had purposefully conducted to you.

“Oh, is that food? Please, tell me pretty girls in black uniforms are coming for us…” Douma chimed, his smile broadening as he tried to take a step towards the dark forest.

Kokushibo’s gesture of the hand, though, was enough to stop him from doing anything more than watching the scene unfold before his dreamy eyes.

Being the center of the attention had never been more difficult than now. Your eyes scrutinized the area, your nails ready to rip to shreds whomever had the audacity to attempt to slice your head off of your shoulders. A few seconds passed by before you spotted the group of young Slayers running towards you. Ready for battle, glaring at you, they unsheathed their blades. Six humans, not exactly weaklings, craved your head. But before you could just charge at them, Kokushibo spoke out again.

“Use your technique. Focus solely on it”.

His deep voice, for some reason, sent shivers down your spine. Probably, you were just enthralled by the massacre about to take place in the holy territory underneath your feet. Or maybe you were already losing control. Nevertheless, you quickly switched your attention back on the youngs group of humans in front of you.

“Good evening” you cooed, smiling faintly at the now shaking people looking at you and your frightening friends in horror.

“Upper ranks… We’re dead. Tell the crows to send a Pillar” a female Slayer blurted out, sweat beading her forehead as she frantically looked at both her sides in search for possible ways out of this situation.

“A Pillar? Are you fucking blind? We need more than a Pillar here!” her comrade said, eyes not leaving your frame as you sighed and shook your head. It was pointless. What could three Pillars do anyway against three upper ranks? Nothing.

Your eyes glinted, your hand caressing the cheek of the female slayer who had suggested to call a Pillar. You heard them gasp, when they realized you were standing practically among them, not fearing their deadly blades at all. You were blatantly challenging them, awaiting for the right moment to devour them. You giggled, before you disappeared from the small circle around you, holding the young fighter in your arms before you speaking again. Back in your original spot, you were running your fingers through the silky black hair of the girl, her body writhing under your touch as you leaned your face down to your let your lips graze her earlobe. It was time to satisfy your whims and you did not hesitate to activate your technique.

“Blood demon art: the human puppet” you whispered, the white sclera of your eyes fading into black.

Before your victim could even register what was happening, blood threds connected to her joints and she naturally dropped to her knees in front of you. Adoration in her eyes, she hugged your legs, the effects of your aphrodisiac blood driving her nuts.

“What’s happening? What did she do to her?” the head of the group snapped, trying to assess your reactions to figure out what your power could do.

Honestly, you were having fun. There was no pressure of ending things quickly for once. You had all the time in world to enjoy your minutes of glory and you did. You smiled at the girl at your feet, clasping your hands together as you listened to her words.

“How can I serve you?” she meekly asked you, cheeks flushing up as you hummed and gestured at her friends at her back, hunger for blood making your mouth salivate, albeit you tried to get a grip of yourself.

“Those people have offended me. Why don’t you kill them for me?” you asked, watching in glee as she hastily picked her sword back up and sprinted towards them. Ready to defend themselves, the slayers cursed your name as the group had apparently decided to split. You watched in interest three of them charging at you, homicidal instinct in their eyes, while the rest of them sparred with their comrade.

All the while, you had felt Douma and Kokushibo’s eyes on you, studying your moves, contemplating your choices and strategies. They had not bothered helping you out and they did not seem interested in it anyway, at least, until a disaster happened. Trusting blindly in your abilities, you had waited too long before activating your technique. The moment you did, you were forced to block the slash of a slayer with your forearm. The impact was powerful enough to cause your blood to spill, accidentally splattering on your two colleagues faces, staining their lips and inhebriating them.

Faltering, you had no time to apologize that a katana sliced through your opponent’s head. The thud of his body colliding onto the ground was followed by the screams of terror and agony of the others. Soon enough, you were surroundered by bunch of dismembered corpses, no more sounds echoing in the calm forest, if not… Heavy breaths, grunts of frustration. Affected by your technique, the upper moon One and Two were staring right into your eyes, their fangs protruding from their gums, ferally hissing to fight the primal urges of dominating the weakest prey in front of them. It was your fault. The second form of your blood demon technique was literally called ‘primal lust of the hunter’.

Taking a few impish steps back, you tried to comfort them “I promise the side effects are going to wear off in a few—”.

“How long?” Kokushibo growled, planting his sword onto the ground. You had never seen him like that.

“Kokushibo-dono, I… I—”.

A sudden grip on your forearm, yanking you towards them, made you gasp in sheer embarrassment. That look in their eyes, that way of staring you down in hunger promised nothing less than a long night of submission ahead of you.

“How long?” the Upper moon One hissed on your face, his grip on your forearm intensifying, until you confessed the truth.

“Until you reach the peak of your ecstasy” you blurted out, earning an hysterical laughter from Douma, who grasped a fistful of your hair and encircled your waist with a hand. His abs glued to your back, he rotated his hips against your rear, the clothed bulge underneath the layers he wore poking at you with unbridled hunger.

You shuddered, closing your eyes “I can help you! I can help you both!” you fretted, body on fire as their hands began to undress you with urgency.

Probably, this was the biggest mistake of your life, but the famous thing that happened once ever in a lifetime too. Lips devoured yours instantly, the guttural groan escaping Kokushibo lips made your disclose your lips automatically to let his tongue invade your mouth. Your hands threaded your the former Slayer’s hair, tugging at his ponytail to squash his body against yours. Fangs sank onto the crook of your neck, your whimper swallowed by Koksuhibo, as Douma hand slipped underneath your ripped kimono and masterly cupped your sex.

How many times had he done that to you? So many nights, so many nights but not a single one of them could compare to what he was making you feel right now. Douma always took his sweet time in tearing you apart, but his thumb did not indulge much on your throbbing clitoris.

You whined in protest, only for him to take a step back and unbuckle the belt of his pants “Sorry, Y/N-chan, but I feel… Oh, my sweet gods, I feel like I could burst into my own pants, if I don’t fuck that pretty hole of yours. Not much prep today, okay?” he rasped out, sweat running down the valley of your breasts along with the blood still dribbling down your collarbone in irregular crimson lines from his harsh bite onto your neck.

When the Upper Moon One pulled away, his hands discarding his robes onto the ground, finally granting you the celestial sight of his chiseled body, you struggled to keep your composure: the body of a warrior, the body of a divinity. The body of a man who had trained for centuries, in the desperate chase to proclaim himself the strongest slayer alive.

“Her womb is mine” he declared firmly, causing your knees to buckle, when he grasped your hips and made you straddle him easily. Douma surprisingly did not retaliate, kneeling right behind you instead as his hand slipped down between your thighs to collect some of your juices.

He growled, the pads of his fingers collecting the result of your wanton before smearing them onto the entrance of your puckered hole. You writhed, glancing at him from above your shoulder, before pulling him into a sloppy kiss “You better worship the ground I walk on after this” you whispered, only for a pathetic whimper to leave your lips as Kokushibo’s calloused band grasped your jaw unceremoniously and turned your head towards him once again.

“He’s your superior, but I personally don’t see the number one etched in his eyes” the man darkly said, pushing his hips against yours and witnessing to the way you came to realize his hakama were now loosely hanging down his hips. His cock, standing as a ramrod, was probbing at your entrance with arrogance, his free hand angling your hips to favor the penetration.

“I apologize, Kokushibo-dono. — you breathed out, arching your back as he lined the bulbous tip on you clenching hole — Douma and I are familiar with this kind of entertainment” you explained, breath hitching in your throat when the blond man at your back began to slide a finger into your backside to stretch you out a little. He was seething in anger, frustration of not having the chance to paint the welcoming walls of your pussy in white, as he always did.

The Upper Moon Two smirked “That’s right! I think Kokushibo-dono will absolutely love to hear how much of a slut you are when you are stuffed so full of cum that you twitch like a fish dying on the shore” he remarked, your eyes screwed shut as you felt your tight walls swallowing his fingers into your most private parts.

Were you going to be able to walk after this? If they actually injured you, was your demonic regeneration going to heal your wounds?

“Enough talk” Kokushibo flatly said, unsympathetically pinching your right nipple to hear you squirm under his ministrations as well.

And, gosh, you did. What made him groan out in pleasure, his stolid mask slipping, was the way your pussy squeezed him up perfectly when he entered you. Hands planted onto your hipbones, Kokushibo guided you up and down onto his length. The girth had almost made you regret your choice of taking care of their impellent needs, but the way he occasionally let the head of his cock kiss your cervix made you cry out loudly, shamelessly, your head lolling back on Douma’s shoulder as he also began to slide into you.

You had no idea how you had managed to, how your body had adapted to that tempo, to the way they were manhandly you, but when Douma had filled you up to the brim, his pelvis slapping against your arses, you knew you had showed your devotion to them.

“Fuck! I— O my God… — you whimpered out, vision blurry as tears ran down your cheeks copiously — K-Koku, Koku, I can’t” you inhaled sharply, only for him to snort at your face, a powerful thrust causing your whole body to collapse against his.

“It’s Lord Kokushibo to you”.

His words, vivid in your mind, were the only thing you remembered hearing from him after they were done with you. Panting, a mass of sweat and fluids, you were sandwitched between them. Kokushibo came deep into you, arms almost possessively keeping you in place, his gestures so cold and methodical. You wondered, you wondered if a long time ago he had been married, if he had fucked her with the only intention of impregnating her because you were damned if he had not given you that impression.

Douma was breathing heavily, tongue lapping at the umpteenth wound he had left onto your neck, as he softened into you. He had not pulled out as well, you could feel his sperm oozing out from your abused hole as you barely had the energy to nuzzle your head into Kokushibo’s chest.

He did not caress you, neither said a word, but he allowed you to rest like that for a little while. Your training had just begun.

AUTHOR NOTE.

A big thank you to the anon who had submitted this request! I said it once and I’ll say it again: writing threesomes is amusing! Also… I might have a thing for Douma, that’s pretty evident by now. Thank you for your support and see you in the next work!

Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

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[devildomwriter]

Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy

Lucifer

He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute

Monster, Devilman, Children of the Sea, A Country Without Humans, Doomsday With My Dog, Island in a Puddle, Erased, For the Kid I Saw In My Dreams, Innocent, Shonen Note

Mammon

He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances

The Brave-Tuber, Call of the Night, Fruits Basket, Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan, Initial D, Fairy Tail, Chio’s School Road, Gambling Apocolypse, Kakeguri, Prince Freya

Leviathan

Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Black Butler, Berserk, Darling in the Franxx, Dragon Goes House Hunting, I Want to Be A Wall, The Great Snake’s Bride, Puella Magi Madoka, Sailor Moon, Magical Girl Incident

Satan

Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable

Chi’s Sweet Home, Ascendance of a Bookworm, Ex-Yakuza and Stray Kitten, Evil Secret Society of Cats, I Am a Cat Barista, Case Closed, Night of the Living Cat, Natsume’s Book of Friends, Summertime Rendering, The Promised Neverland

Asmodeus

Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic

Ouran High School Host Club, Lovesick Ellie, Monster Musume, MADK, Yarichin Bitch Club, Cherry Magic!, Dick Fight Island, Sweat and Soap, Shiori’s Diary, Nina the Starry Bride

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga

Food Wars, Delicious in Dungeon, Farming Life in Another World, Mashle, Sachi’s Monstrous Appetite, Starving Anonymous, Something’s Wrong With Us, Eyeshield 21, Kaiju No 8, Campfire Cooking in Another World With My Absurd Skill

Belphegor

Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place

Sleep Princess in the Demon’s Castle, The Girl From the Other-side, Hell’s Paradise, Mieruko-Chan, Tokyo Aliens, Shibuya Goldfish, Non Non Biyori, Kemono Jihen, Beyond the Clouds, Laid Back Camp

Solomon

Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan

Death Note, Creepy Cat, No Longer Human, Devils and Realist, Frieren, Made in Abyss, Mao, Sakamoto Days, A School Frozen in Time, Stein’s Gate, Happiness

Thirteen

Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance

Elfen Lied, Attack on Titan, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Momo the Blood Taker, Assassination Classroom, Can’t Stop Cursing You, Love of Kill, Angels of Death, Vampire Knight, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Simeon

Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance

Heaven’s Design Team, Gabriel Dropout, The King’s Beast, Merman in My Tub, My Girlfriend’s Child, A Sign of Affection, Tsubaki Chou Lonely Planet, An Incurable Case of Love, Monthly Girl’s Nozaki Kun, Perfect World

Raphael

Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion

Blue Lock, Haikyu, Blue Exorcist, Vatican Miracle Examiner, Maiden of the Needle, My Dress Up Darling, Not Sew Wicked Step Mother, Witch Hat Atelier, A Bride’s Story, Wind Breaker

Luke

Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.

Happy Happy Clover, Yuzu the Pet Vet, Yotsuba&!, Sui and Tai-Chan, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Dinosaur Sanctuary, Kitchen Princess, Astro Boy, Naruto

Michael

Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.

Spy X Family, Maximum Ride, Takane and Hana, Obey Me! The Comic, Mr Villain’s Day Off, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Les Miserables, Apothecary Diaries, Deer King, Yona of the Dawn

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.

From the Red Fog, Derby Queen, The Elusive Samurai, Imperfect Girl, Peach Boy Riverside, The Splendid Work of the Monster Maid, Tales of the Kingdom, Tokyo Ghoul, Noragami, The Rose of Versailles

Barbatos

Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.

Phantom Tales of the Night, My Dear Curse Casting Vampiress, A Silent Voice, Orange, Moriarty the Patriot, Nicola Traveling Around the Demon World, Royal Tutor, Usatoki Rhetoric, The Valiant Must Fall, To Your Eternity

Diavolo

Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.

Wolf Childen, Earthian, The Devil is a Part-Timer, Seraph of the End, Mama Akuma, Little Devils, Cells at Work, Snow White With Red Hair, The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions, Azumanga Diaoh

[two-white-butterflies]

Coaxed You Into Paradise v.2

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

ACT ONE: ORPHANS OF DRAGONSTONE

Chapter One: Valyrian Necklace Chapter Two: Dragondreamers Chapter Three: Saera and Daemon Chapter Four: Home Chapter Five: Daegon Chapter Six: Morning Glory

ACT TWO: STEPSTONES

Chapter Seven: The Gold Cloaks Chapter Eight: Labyrinth Chapter Nine: The Greens Chapter Ten: King of the Narrow Sea Chapter Eleven: Vengeance (Saera I) Chapter Twelve: Kepus Chapter Thirteen: Breakbones and The Realm's Delight (Saera I) Chapter Fourteen: Reformation

Chapter Fifteen: Children of Valyria Chapter Sixteen: Nine Turns of the Moon Chapter Seventeen: Battle of Birth Chapter Eighteen: Brown Eyes Chapter Nineteen: Kepa's Concern Chapter Twenty: Driftmark Chapter Twenty-One: Blood of Two Chapter Twenty-Two: The Aftermath Chapter Twenty-Three: Green and White

ACT THREE: THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Dance Chapter Twenty-Five: Bastards of House Targaryen Chapter Twenty-Six: Alyssa and Aemond Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fear of Losing Children Chapter Twenty-Eight: Kingslanding Chapter Twenty-Nine: Victory/Blood and Cheese (Alyssa II) Chapter Thirty: Blood and Cheese II Chapter Thirty-One: The Pity Chapter Thirty-Two: Exile

ACT FOUR: OF TALES AND FABLES

Chapter Thirty-Three: Born With Sharp Teeth Chapter Thirty-Four: The Dragon and the Scorpion Chapter Thirty-Five: Divided We Fall Chapter Thirty-Six: Learn

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[sterkeyra]

Current Status of Voltage Titles

I decided to make an overview of the JP status of the Voltage titles of the Love365 / 100Koi apps and their console titles. A lot of the apps titles are currently nearing their end and I'm curious what they still have up their sleeve. I know i'm delusional but with all the ending titles they might have capacity to work on some of their Hiatus stories again?

Ending

Kissed by the Baddest Bidder: MS ended

Metro PD: Tennoji, Kirisawa, Nomura & Himuro final baby stories left

Destind: Towards the End? Just Yuri & Takane left i think

Irresistible Mistakes:

>Shunichiros MS ended after S9 (he officially has more seasons than Eisuke)

>Keita, Toma, Jun, Maki might get final stories.

>New Aki & Minoru (uncertain what's going to happen to them)

New

Can We Start over? : S2 announced for December in JP

Doting Marriage (TBA in EN)

Friends with Benefits (TBA in EN)

Ongoing

Her Love in the Force: All continue since JPs favorite. Maybe Shinonome, Soma or Namba update next?

Masquerade Kiss: Boss ended, the others continue

Oops I Said Yes: Ukyo concluding, with Eiji potentially afterwards as well, Kunihiros S5 is on the JP schedule in December

Romance MD: Sens and Hoshos S3 is releasing next in JP

PLUST: S2 not announced yet

Hiatus

Kings of Paradise: Hiatus; Tsubaki and Blood Moon have been cancelled, artist is currently working on a Kop Manga

Tokyo Love Hustle: Hiatus; only Suzumu and Taro have been released. The other 3 are nowhere in sight. Compared to KOP they haven't been removed of the title yet though and still show coming soon

Liar: Main Stories of S1 & S4 on JP & some S5. However, Liar was not popular on Koi100, so the effort of archiving it in the app might have come to a stop

Console

Voltage rebranded their console department to AmuLit.

Even if Tempest: DLC is being worked on

Red Bells Lament: Main Characters got revealed and will release early 2025

Neon Mafia: TBA

Kaleido Tower: TBA

[jynxpsiche]

OMG SWEETENER IS AMAZING. Loved it. The way Tangerine would be such a good dad, oh man. I'm in love with him.

YES YES YES!! DAD!TANGERINE SUPREMACY🛐🛐

Sweet dreams

part of the “Sweetner” series

💌. Summary: sometimes it’s difficult to sleep when a child has nightmares, but fortunately Tangerine helps the baby in every way possible…

or

…when Tangerine shows how he’s daddy material.

💌. Warning: fluff, just tangerine being a dad, canon curses. I don’t know many British slangs. English is not my first language!

A gentle silence occupied the entire house, only downstairs could be heard the faint snore of Lemon, sleeping comfortably on the sofa.

The soft moonbeams illuminated the house, making it even more comfortable and reassuring. The cool summer breeze cooled the silent house.

The silence was sometimes interrupted by the rustling of the sheets, caused by the fairly warm night air.

Despite the coolness of the evening, the unique fairly warm air often returned for a visit.

The evening continued quietly. It was deep into the night and the occasional car could be heard on the street. Everything seemed so peaceful, like a paradise on earth.

But even the most beautiful things have an end. It was sudden, nobody expected it, but it happened. The heartrending cry of a child echoed through the house.

A small baby flailed frantically in its cradle, shaking the light blankets with its tiny legs. A groan from the nearest room instantly followed the continuous weeping.

A young couple slept in a room not far from the little one's, faint breaths echoed in the air but that little peace of night was interrupted by sudden crying.

The young woman in the king-size bed softly groaned, starting to move her legs between the sheets. Her hands lazily reached her eyes, trying to remove those traces of interrupted sleep.

She softly yawned and as she was about to get up from the comfortable bed, a strong but gentle hand grabbed her waist, dragging her body close to another.

Her hip made contact with the man's, his hand still clasped on her hip. Her eyes remained closed, but a sweet smile appeared on her relaxed face. Her face lit by the gentle moon.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of it” he gently mumbled, his moustache gently brushed her jaw. After leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead, he got out of bed, trying to make the least noise, even though he didn't have to worry about his brother downstairs, who was sleeping like a stone.

With quick steps he reached the nursery, where the baby's cries continued incessantly.

His figure paused only for a few moments in the doorway of the room, a small smile on his lips and his eyes soft at the sight of the child.

“Hey, it’s okay buddy…you don’t need to cry…” he gently cooed, picking the baby in his arms and lulling him slowly.

The little one, once picked up, ceased his crying, but a few cries of frustration still left his small mouth. His eyes watery and on his cheeks trails of salty tears now dried up.

Tangerine held the little one to his chest, stroking his back. His figure involuntarily began to rock from side to side, as if to simulate the movement of a cradle.

“There’s no reason to cry, little lad. Your daddy is here.”

Even though he knew that he was not actually his real father, he could not help but feel a deep connection with the child.

The idea of finding a partner, let alone starting a family, had never crossed his mind. But this change in his life had completely thrown him off balance.

He had never thought he could be a decent father, due to his messed-up childhood.

But that day... on that train...When his eyes rested on the helpless little thing, he had felt something change in him.

His expression always wrinkled when he thought of the child's biological father. How could he have abandoned a new mother and her child?

Child who was also his own flesh and blood.

A choked cry from the child awakened the man from his thoughts and brought his full attention back to the little one.

His body had not stopped moving, noticing how the child was slowly calming down.

Tangerine gently laid the infant's head on his chest, caressing it as gently as if it were made of glass.

It was strange how all his brutality left his body in an instant.

“Ya surely had a nightmare, didn’t you?” He whispered softly. His voice lulled him like a lullaby. A soft noise came from the baby and this pulled a smile on the man’s face.

His big, gentle hand caressed the baby’s hair. “I remember tha’ I always comforted ma brotha when he had a nightmare.” He explained, as if the child could fully understand what he was saying.

“After he always wanted ta watch that stupid cartoon. Said it made him happy.” Tangerine said, smiling softly at the memory.

He was always there for his brother and when he was younger he had always helped him through some difficulty or cheered him up when something bad happened.

And Tangerine could only behave in the same way with the child he held in his arms. “He's just waiting for ya to grow up a little more so he can finally watch that cartoon with you." He snickered with gusto.

His blue eyes rested on the little one in his arms and once again his face softened at the sight.

The child's deep breathing was audible, fortunately he was able to calm down and return to the world of dreams.

Gently Tangerine placed the little one back in his cot, trying to make as little noise as possible.

However, once he was placed on the soft mattress, the child began to fidget, as he missed the warm body of the adult.

A nasal giggle came from Tangerine, but his gaze remained enamoured at the sight of the little creature.

After sitting on a stool, he slipped his hand close to the child, who promptly grabbed one of his fingers, seeking comfort.

When he felt his small, fragile fingers around his hand, his heart tightened from the sweetness of the scene and he felt his body melt.

He had never been used to receiving much affection; the only one in his life had only ever been his brother's playful affection.

But this new addition to his life seemed like a dream, for he thought that never in his difficult and complicated life would he deserve a few moments of domesticity.

Usually, people like him, who kill without remorse, for a living and especially in truly brutal ways, did not deserve even a small amount of joy in their lives.

But Tangerine had been proved otherwise. And he could only be grateful for that.

“I’ll always protect ya, little one” he murmured, his eyes slowly closing in exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Tangerine's breathing was added to the quiet breathing of the child in the room.

The creaking of the wooden floor resounded through the house. Morning had come and the warm rays of sunlight were sneaking in through the cracks in the shutters.

It was still early, you didn't need a watch to tell, as silence still reigned outside.

Light, graceful footsteps quickly descended the stairs of the house. The woman had just woken up and, still slightly sleepy, she walked downstairs quickly, as if in search of something.

When she walked down the last step, her attention fell on the figure lying on the sofa. Light dyed hair peeped out from one end of the furniture and the girl's sleep-dulled mind identified the figure in an instant.

Lemon was still sound asleep, snoring lightly. He seemed to have entered a kind of lethargy.

Her brother had often mentioned to her how, of the two, Lemon was the one who slept the most.

And a sweet smile appeared on his face at the memory.

But if that was Lemon on the sofa, then where was Tangerine?

When he woke up, the other half of the bed, the one in which Tangerine slept, was empty and cold. This meant that he had not recently left the bed.

At first she thought that the twins had left for a new job and that she, due to being too tired, had not woken up to the boy's normal greeting: a soft kiss on the forehead.

Confused she returned upstairs, now left in the silent hallway. Where was he?

Dragging her feet, she headed still slightly sleepy towards her son's room. It was strange that the little one had not yet woken up.

Her feet creaked lightly on the cool parquet, a good contrast to the summer air.

When she reached the doorway her eyes widened in surprise, amazed as she could not believe her eyes.

Tangerine was sleeping blissfully on a small stool, placed beside the cradle.

His hand dangled inside it and the girl noticed a smaller hand clasping the man's fingers.

Without making a sound she approached the sleeping man, a sweet smile was present on her face.

Her hand passed gently through his unruly curls and then placed a light but loving kiss on his temple.

Then in a voice as sweet as honey she whispered gently:

“Good morning, my love.”

[quietbooklion]

What happened to Kings of Paradise?

Lately, I've been having some thoughts about Kings of Paradise mainly because how it just stopped updating for years. Aside from the manga adaptations and the NSFW stories that were recently released in the EN app, there hasn't been any kind of update in regards to the main stories for each of the characters.

When KoP was first released, I was honestly surprised by how very mature and sexy it was. Voltage really went above and beyond to deliver a story about an MC getting divorced and finding love again. Kiyohito stole my heart and of all the guys he's my favorite with Kaisei coming in second.

I stopped reading KoP stories after a while because I lost interest and when I found out the later season stories had this love triangle thing going on, I really couldn't find myself wanting to continue the title. Fun fact about me: I don't like love triangles. In the end, I haven't played the title in a LONG time. Not even Kiyohito could get me to replay it.

Even so, I was very much looking forward to the new love interests. Kaisei really was interesting and fun since he's so eccentric compared to the others. The one I was looking forward to the most was the doctor, Tsubaki. That man is so fine. I was eagerly anticipating his story thinking it could get me back into playing the title again.

And so I waited... and waited... and waited... and waited... and waited...

After literal years of no updates I started to wonder if it was dropped. My suspicions were confirmed when I looked at the JP app and saw that Tsubaki and Blood Moon were removed from the line up. Yes, you heard me, removed.

I was beyond disappointed when I saw that in the JP app. More so because this isn't the first time Voltage has dropped a title without giving it a proper conclusion, like how it was with Rose in the Embers.

KoP was fairly popular if my memory is correct, so I can't see why Voltage would all of a sudden just drop it and not give any kind of update. Now, I know that first and formost, Voltage is a company and if one of their titles isn't bringing in the money, it'll get dropped. That's just how it is even though I don't like it. Still, why KoP of all the titles if it was fairly popular to the point where Kaisei was added to the VIP room. It got a manga adaptation for christ's sake. Why drop it??

Also why put a lot of side stories inside the VIP room gacha? Now that really makes me mad that those stories are locked behind a gacha.

After seeing Tsubaki and Blood Moon getting removed and years of no updates, I think it's fair to say Voltage dropped it and has no plans to go back to it unless they announce something. Which is a shame because I know lots of people loved that game and the characters.

[antithesixm]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO

happy birthday to the most the beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, perfect, loveable, adorable, prettiest man ever, my glorious blue eyed king. he has changed my life so so so much and honestly, i’m not even joking when i talk about how much i love him. it’s unhealthy at this point but it also somehow feels so so so worth it because it’s him. i wouldn’t dare say this openly under any other circumstance in fear of being seen as actually crazy but this is a long ass paragraph that i’m like 99.9% sure nobody will read so.. i honestly think he’s my true love, i don’t think i can love anyone as much as i love him like, i have so much love for him that sometimes my heart can’t take it, and i feel overwhelmed with the realisation that i’ll never love a real person as much as i love him; it’s a terrifying realisation but oddly satisfying at the same time, because now i know i’m capable of this emotion. at first, it was just a silly little joke because i thought he was hot but now, i fear that i may not be able to love another person like how i love him. happy 34th birthday, my love, my lifeline, my world, my sea, my moon, my stars, my sun, my sky, my pulse, my blood. you are paradise, heaven, the ocean, the starry night sky, and everything beautiful. i dedicate my everything to you. i truly believe that i was born on this earth for the sole purpose of loving you. you are what keeps me alive, you are the air that i breathe, the water that i drink, the food that i eat. my heart beats for you and only you, my light. i love you, i love you, i love you. i love you so much that it’s unfathomable. if you killed me and sent me straight to hell, i’d happily be a foolish sinner, happily singing you praises as i burn for all eternity. once again, happy birthday. i love you, i miss you, i need you. please come home or my heart won’t be able to take it anymore :,)

[zaronxyz]

Love In Paradise In Prose

Athena walks into her observatory with a calm stride. An invisible wind gusts through her feathers, rustling them as the observatory activates. The roof begins spinning, gradually picking up speed as the stars above her blur into white blemishes. Athena walks to the middle, and a light blue spotlight appears on her. As soon as it does, time around her freezes completely, and the world gains a blue tint. The clock starts ticking.

White squares containing all of Odysseus' memories sterling around her, waiting for her to view. "Old friend, it's been ten years since I last saw you..." Athena mutters calmly. Her eyes slowly flutter shut as her breath hitches, remembering the painful memory for her.

The cyclops' rage increases, and it charges towards the sound of Odysseus' voice. Odysseus remains calm, confidently calling out to it as he continues backing away. "When we met, I lead with peace while you fed your inner beast. I am neither man nor mythical. I am your darkest moment." He stretches his arms out to the side as a victorious grin appears on his face. "I am the reigning king of Ithaca. I am neither man nor mythical. Remember me! I am the infamous Odysseus!"

Athena shakes her head, her eyebrows furrowing together as her lips purse in a fine line. The roof above her continues spinning as she brings her hand up to the memories. "Let's see where you've been." Athena's fingers press down on the white square, and her whole eye goes pure white as the visions begin to across her eyes.

Aeolus twirls around Odysseus in the air, a goofy smirk on her face. She eventually lies down on her belly next to him while staying in the air, looking over his shoulder at him. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer~" Aeolus teases one final time before dropping the bag of winds right on his head.

Poseidon's form made of water stretches across the front of the ship, easily towering over it by multiple stories. His beard is rough and black as he smirks down at Odysseus' crew with his shark-like teeth. He raises his hand high above his head, a golden barbed trident appearing in it. "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!" Poseidon lunges his arm down, driving the trident straight through Odysseus' ship.

Circe's eyes narrow as she stares down Odysseus' sword that is pointed directly at her face. She takes a step back, moving her hand to the vanity table and grabbing a gold dagger from it. Her lips form a deep frown as she speaks, "One wrong move and you're done for. Anything I don't approv-"

Tiresias raises his staff high above his head, the shard of the moon beginning to glow across his hood. A collection of different stars and constellations swirl around Odysseus and Tiresias as his eyes close behind the blindfold. "I see a song of past romance," Tiresias pauses, his mouth forming a slow grimace. "I see the sacrifice of man..."

The siren looks at the bag containing her friends with horror. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen as they quickly become blurry with a combination of fear and anger. Odysseus smirks as he looks down at the siren, his sword in his hand glinting in the sunlight. He crouches down, taking the sirens chin in his hand. His eyes lock with the sirens, and he puts his sword to her throat. "We won't take more suffering from you." With a single slice, the siren's head flies off her body, her body falling limp as the head sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

The crew listens, and so does Scylla. Scylla's main head curls into a smile, another eel darting towards one of the torchbearers. "Drown in your sorrow and fears!" Scylla's eel snatches one of the torchbearers in its mouth, his blood splattering across the deck of the ship as the eel retreats with its new meal.

The rain patters down on the remaining crew as Eurylochus and Odysseus stand apart from each other. Zeus stands behind them, waiting for Odysseus to make a decision with a smirk on his face. Odysseus, meanwhile, has his head downcast and a deep frown on his face. He has decided already, but he still has to tell Zeus.

Eurylochus' eyes are locked on the top of Odysseus' head as Odysseus looks at the ground. He takes a step forward, placing his hand on Odysseus' shoulder. He will choose to save them, right? He gently squeezes Odysseus' shoulder, almost reassuringly. His voice comes out besitant and strained. "Captain...?" Eurylochus mutters out, his mouth forming into a frown.

Odysseus stays quiet for a moment longer, his eyes trained on the water seeping through the boards of the ship from the rain. He hesitantly lifts his head up, his tear-striken face now visible to Eurylochus. He has to be ruthleess if he's going to make it back home. "I have to see her," Odysseus states plainly.

Eurylochus' eyes widen, and he almost takes a step back, but he doesn't. He brings his other hand to Odysseus' other shoulder, squeezing them both gently. Tears begin to slip down his own face as the weight of Odysseus' decision dawns on him. "But we'll die..."

Odysseus steps forward and hugs Eurylochus tightly, resting his chin on his brother's shoulder. His eyes snap shut, another tear slipping from his eyes as his arms squeeze Eurylochus tightly. "I know..."

Zeus lets out a bark of laughter, obliging by Odysseus' decision. A large lightning bolt forms in his hand, and he hurls it down to Odysseus' ship to kill his crew. Odysseus lives, but his crew does not.

When the lightning hits, Athena's white eyes flicker back to their normal state, and she's thrown out of his memories. She places a hand over her chest, finding jt heaving. She had thrown her head down at some point, so she lifted it back up to look at the Memory Squares once more. Her eyebrows shoot up, and her eyes widen as she sees only one more Square left. "Odysseus... where did you go...?"

Athena hesitantly raises her hand from her chest to the square, pressing down on it once more. The smell of a tropical coast reaches her right before her eyes go white once more.

Rolling waves lap against the shoreline of the island, with palm trees soaring overhead. Odysseus slowly blinks away the salt as his eyes adjust to the sudden sunlight. The sound of seagulls reaches his ears as he hears footsteps coming up to him. He hears a voice, soft, feminine, and thunderstruck. "Morning, sleepyhead, you've been resting for a while. I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle." The head of the woman pops into Odysseus' view, a love-sick grin on her face as she looks down at him with her arms crossed behind her back. She has long black hair, two pink flowers inside it, and dark skin riddled with sea salt. "Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though, who's Penelope?" The woman asks with an innocent smile.

Odysseus smiles and looks down at his hand, lifting it up so his wedding ring is glinting in the sunlight. His eyes sag as a small smile spreads across his face. "She's my wife."

The woman's eyes widen right before they narrow into a scowl. Her eyes snap dangerously to the ring before she plasters on a welcoming smile once more. She walks over and lits Odysseus up by the arm, beginning to lead him across the isle. Odysseus reluctantly comes with, but his steps aren't very purposeful. "Anyways, I've got all you could want here, all you could need here, just you and me, my dear, my love for life." Odysseus' eyes widen when she says, "My love for life." He tries to rip his grip from her arm, but it's far stronger than his own. How...? The woman stops in front of her door and opens it, revealing her bed with pink curtains and sheets, a hopeful smile on her face as she gestures toward it. "Soon into bed, we'll climb and spend our time."

Odysseus eventually rips his hand from the woman's grip and takes a step back, his eyes narrowing at the woman's form. "I'm not your man," Odysseus states bluntly, not bothering to placate the woman.

The woman takes a step forward, stretching out her arms to the side a little as the smile on her face gets wider. Odysseus takes a step back in response. She loves him, why can't he see that? "I'm what you want here, I'm what you need here. Just you and me, my love in paradise." The woman takes another step forward, forcing her mouth into a teasing smirk as she lifts her hand to tap Odysseus on the nose. "Now 'til the end of time, from here on out, you're mine, all mine."

Odysseus' face scrunched up when the woman taps his nose. He takes a step back and quickly unsheathes his sword from his belt and points it at her neck, the tip just barely grazing her skin. The woman freezes in place, her eyes locking with Odysseus. "Hell no! I could kill you where you stand!" Odysseus steps forward as if to prove his point. "I'm no pet, I'm a married man!"

The woman lifts her hand slowly and tilts Odysseus' sword down with her finger, a sultry smirk on her face as she does so. "Oh, handsome, you may try, but last I checked, goddesses can't die!" The woman lifts her hand and covers her mouth with her palm, letting out a small giggle.

Odysseus steps back, his grip on his sword faltering for a moment when the woman declares herself a goddess. His eyes widen as they lock with the woman's once more. "Goddess...?" Odysseus says quietly, his voice a whisper in the tropical air.

The woman takes a step back, her feet slowly rising off the air. "You're adorable. Bow down now to the immortal Calyspo, here to entertain." Calyspo's feet hit the floor once more as a pleading smile spreads across her face. "But fear not, I bring no pain. Cause we've got," Calyspo begins teleporting both her and Odysseus across her island Ogygia, showing him the waterfalls and beautiful scenery to punctuate her words, with Odysseus growing increasingly annoyed, "all we could want here, all we could need here, under my spell we're stuck in paradise. No one can come nor go. My island stays unknown."

"No, no..." Odysseus eyes flick upon the scenery, noting how beautiful it all is, but something is off. He takes a step back when they reach a waterfall, his back to it while his face is pointed at Calypso. "I don't belong here. There's something wrong here! I won't be drawn to love in paradise! Not 'til the end of time, there is no way-"

"You're mine, all mine..." Calypso states as she hugs Odysseus tightly, as if staking her claim on him.

Athena's gaze hardens when she's brought out of the memory. Her eyes flick to the one new Memory Square, assuming it is the current day. "Seven years she's kept you trapped out of your control. Time can take a heavy toll." Athena's hand lifts to press upon the last Memory Square, and her eyes go white once more. This time, there's a rainstorm.

Rain pours down on the cliff where Odysseus kneels upon. His head is lowered to the ground hundreds of feet below him as footsteps quickly shuffle up to the cliff behind him. Odysseus' tears mingle with the rain pouring down around him as Calypso's voice echoes behind him. "Odysseus?"

"All I hear are screams..." Odysseus says solemnly, images of Telemachus, his son, and his wife, Penelope, flashing across his vision.

Calypso takes a step towards Odysseus, her hand outstretched to him. "Ody, get away from the ledge!" Calypso exclaims quickly, her hand quickly falling to her side as a deep frown spreads across her face.

Odysseus throws his hand back at Calypso before standing up abruptly, looking up at the sky. "You don't know what I've gone through! You don't know what I've sacrificed." Odysseus almost feels Polites hand on his shoulder, edging him to the ledge. He takes a step forward as he continues, "Every comrade I long new. Every friend, I saw them die. And all I hear are screams."

Calypso takes another step forward, stretching her arms out to Odysseus and putting on a big smile for him, hoping to coax him back. Internally, she's crying as she sees him take another step towards the ledge. "It will be fine, dear. Come back inside, dear. Love of my life, come back to paradise. I know your life's been hard, I'll stay inside your heart."

"All I hear are screams!"

"I love you, my dear, I love our time here. Life would be so much worse-"

"Just let me close my eyes!"

"-if you had died. Please stay away from harm, stay in my open arms."

Odysseus' head snaps up as he hears voices from above him. His eyes continue to water and stream down tears like waterfall as he feels hands on his back, slowly pushing him to the edge of the ledge. "All I hear are..."

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms!" Polites exclaims to Odysseus as he floats off the ledge. "Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart. No matter what we face, we can light up the world. Here's how to start: greet the world with open arms, greet the world with open arms!" Polites floats forward to Odysseus and taps him on the nose before giggling, but no sound comes out when he does.

Odysseus falls to his knees only a foot away from the ledge as Polies smiles down upon him. Eurylochus flies past Odysseus and floats in front of his shoulder with his arms crossed. "How much longer 'til your luck runs out? How much longer 'til the show goes south? How much longer 'til we all fall down?" Eurylochus sneers down at Odysseus one last time before jerking his head to the side; refusing to look at his captain.

Odysseus raises his hands to his face and claws at it, covering his crying eyes from his friends. His heart is pounding in his ears, and before long, it gets too much for him. His hands drop to his sides as he screams out, calling for his last friend, "Athena!"

Athena's eyes go back to normal as she's kicked out of the last Memory Square, leaving none left around her. She's frozen, her eyes wide as she stares off into space. "He needs my help," Athena says softly. A tear drops from her eye as the observatory roof stops spinning, and she storms out of the room to Zeus' throne room. As she does, the ticking clock stops and the world loses it's blue tint.

[hellocupie]

kasatsubaki and blood moon have been removed on 100koi…

my hopes were already pretty low from 2021 onwards but i feel so disappointed after waiting for almost 3 years and idek where to begin.

[chimsworldsstuff]

BTS FF RECOMMANDATIONS

I still update everytime I read something!

KIM NAMJOON

Drunk texting | exes to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Prohibido | brothers's best friend au series | by @personasintro

Partners | strangers to lovers series | by @btssmutgalore

The art of war | exes AU series | ongoing | by @muniimyg

KIM SEOKJIN

To kill a King | historical fantasy world series | prince x OC | still ongoing | by @foxymoxynoona

By your side | roommates to lovers series | by @sodoyouknowbts

Forever | exes to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

PARALUMAN | love triangle ft. Jungkook series | by @muniimyg

Doe's peak | Hogwarts au one-shot | by @inkedtae

MIN YOONGI

Matilda | brother's best friend series | by @babystrcandy

Daydream | strangers to lovers (nurse x single dad) series | by @xpeachesncream

Schemin' | infidelity au | boss/employee series | by @dollfaceksj

Love lockdown | strangers to lovers (zombie apocalypse au) series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Monachopsis | brother's husband au series | by @personasintro

Away from you | married couple au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Can't afford love | ex husband au series | by @dollfaceksj

Your universe | friends to lovers series | by @muniimyg

It takes two | best friends to lovers one-shot | by @xpeachesncream

JUNG HOSEOK

Soulmate | friends with benefits au series | by @bteezxyewriter12

Live, laugh, love | best friends to lovers | by @untaemedqueen

In good hands | smut one-shot | by @minisugakoobies

PARK JIMIN

I want to be with you | strangers (fan) to lovers long one-shot | by @oddinary4bts

Shifters | supernatural series | by @yoonia

Raise the barre | dance series au, rivals to lovers | by @kpopfanfictrash

The misadventures list | fake dating au | ongoing series | by @kimvvantae

Dance it off | enemies to lovers long one-shot | dancers au | by @kookdiaries

Believe it | friends to enemies to lovers long one-shot | by @writtenwhalien

Tainted | secret relationship AU | by @muniimyg

Paris in the rain | strangers to lovers series | still ongoing | by @sugarwithtea

Best of me | best friends to lovers series | by @writtenwhalien

KIM TAEHYUNG

The half-lycan | supernatural series | read Blood Moon Rising (Shifters series) first | by @yoonia

Crazy for you | (idol au) best friend's brother to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

Norway | couple journey long one-shot | by @edytae

Dad - dy | married couple one-shot | by @edytae

Patient love | best friend roommate au three-shot | still ongoing | by @writtenwhalien

JEON JUNGKOOK

Mutual help | best friends & fake dating au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Tell me what changed | fuckboy best friend au series | by @foxymoxynoona

Clash | enemies to lovers (neighbors au) series | still ongoing | by @matchagator

Confessions and confetti | friends to lovers one-sho | by @matchagator

Taste of a poison paradise | enemies to lovers AU | by @dollfaceksj

Motor head | friends with benefits one-shot | by @jeonjcngkook

Lowkey | friends to lovers (college au) & fake dating series | by @xpeachesncream

The millionaire and his lover | friends to lovers (CEO au) long one - shot | by @gukyi

Bands | stripper & idol AU | by @xpeachesncream

Libertine | f*ckboy and f*uckgirl au series | on going | by @msnanu

Denial | friends with benefits to lovers series | by @girlygguk

Liquid courage | strangers to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Hot in black | husband au one-shot | by @vminizzle

Hush Hush | brother's best friend au one-shot | by @sparklingchim

[tangledstrings-ifgame]

Demo: TBA

Current TWs: Violence, Falling from heights, graphic content (gore, sexual content, etc.)

18+

Your mentor, an old woman with wrinkled eyes and a sharp tongue, used to tell you about the times of old. When heroes would be struck by Destiny.

You would listen, wings twitching with impatience as she slowly told you story after story. When she would finally let you free, you would escape and bury yourself in the work of the forges.

It was there in those rooms lit by fire and clashing metal that Destiny had noticed you. Not in a sword or a hammer, but in a little note slipped to you by your childhood friend, Elhan.

You had been worried about him. He had drifted from his post as a scientist and ventured into politics--a dangerous game.

The floating archipelago that you called home sat upon a sea of purple clouds. It was paradise. It was not utopia, especially in those marbled halls where senators sipped wine and thumbed knives under their sleeves.

When Elhan told you of the artifact he had discovered, you recognized the danger that threatened to drag the archipelago crashing down to the ground below.

You had to act. That artifact was a weapon from a mythologized past that spoke of a power devastating enough to burn away whole continents with just the flick of a switch. No one knew how it worked, and as brilliant as Elhan was, you did not think that any scientist or politician should hold such power. What use was burning the ground below the clouds to a crisp? There was no use for warmongering anymore, your people had been peaceful for centuries-

Even if it was fixed, there was no safe way to test it. When you had asked Elhan, he had simply glanced at you, mumbling about how you must break away the stone to make a statue.

To your knowledge the situation was this: either the weapon did not work and did nothing, the weapon did not work but it blew up and destroys the islands whole, or the wretched thing works and those politicians eat it up to begin a new age of power.

Surely, you had thought, the consequences of dabbling in this should far outweigh the meager benefits. Politicians must care to keep breathing, right?

Wrong. They cared about blood and honor as they strived for a glorified past. And your oldest friend, Elhan, cared about knowledge above all else, even above you.

Declared a traitor against your home for attempting to destroy the machine, you would be disposed of like all traitors to the archipelago.

Surgically remove the wings. A stab through the chest. Throw off the island. Simple, really.

Elhan had betrayed you in those marbled halls, but he saved your life on the operating table.

He gave you a chance of redemption. You would be left untouched, aside from the removal of your wings. Should you ever want to prevent the weapon from being used? Or wish to see the stars and moon again? Burn the kingdom to the ground before the next Solstice.

Destiny has struck you, batting you off of the island and to the clouds below like a cat tipping over a glass.

Welcome to the human Kingdom of Yalkasana. Your home awaits.

Meet the group of unlikely friends who all want the same thing as you. To save their home.

The Princess (She/Her):

- Maira Yalkansanas is the darling of the court, her place secured by being the second of the dead King and Queen’s children. With a noble heart and gentle air, people part like the sea before her path. Her grey eyes mirror the clouds above her beloved kingdom, with a sharpness that glints like a knife in the dark. She has everything she never wanted, and three people who allow her to call Yalkasana her home, her twin brother, her falcon, and her oldest friend.

The Prince (He/Him):

- Hylens Yalkansanas is the people’s sword and shield, his place secured by being the first born of the dead King and Queen’s children. He is valiant and brave, an aspiration for every guard and soldier in the kingdom. His grey eyes mirror the cold metal of his father’s sword, with some softness of the clouds above them all. He cradles his duty with the awkwardness of someone being handed a babe as the parent walks away without a word. But he holds it steady; there is no one else to hand it off to anymore.

The Diplomat (They/Them):

- Morn Lyfes is the first and youngest Elven diplomat to walk through Yalkasana in over a century. A clear-sighted and fire-eyed beauty with a light footstep. They were born in bloodshed, raised in ruin, and came of age in the restoration of their kingdom. They are the closest anyone in Yalkasana will ever get to seeing a star.

The Healer (He/She/They):

- Rhayen Thurm is a steady and mostly reputable healer in the castle. One of a dozen, almost completely interchangeable with the rest. With a stubborn willingness to puzzle out hopeless cases that all other healers turn away, hair as white as their gloves, and eyes red like rubies, they stand out despite their mediocre skills and status. Their smile is soft, despite it's twist.

The Baker (He/She/They):

- Gullan Wasy is a cook in the castle. Their mother was incredibly skilled, but died with the plague before she had the chance to teach them her secrets. Now they feed the servants of the castle and help with feasts or parties when any extra pair of hands with even half a wit will do. They are stubbornly kind and well-meaning despite how much trouble it always gets them in.

Tangled Strings is an interactive fiction game made in Twine using Sugarcube.

[[Build the story with a multitude of choices ranging from murders to lovers. There will be choices in sex, gender, sexuality, background, morals, skills, and personality.]]

I am working on: Chapter One as of 12/14/24 and plan to have it published before 01/27/25 as the demo. Demo is now planned to be posted on itch.io in early to mid March!