#Well there should hopefully be slots still open at that time too :)

[sysig]

Requestober 2024

Here we go, 5th time around, going strong! Changing things up a little, though still keeping the limit on Vargas requests haha - one per person please! Other than that, please take a look at the list (updated with everything new from the past year!) to see if there’s something you’d like!

As always, you don’t have to follow me to request something, I just ask that you split up your request(s) into their own asks so I can answer them individually :)

Yes:

First come, first served; Anons - honour system rules

Anything on this list - excepting anything that’s been struck through

Anything not on that list for $3+ (ko-fi | Patreon) and/or an art trade

Redraws of any drawing from a year+ ago! You can also pick a specific style if you want :)

General word prompts like: Spooky, Pumpkin, Costume, etc.

Memes, Challenges, Palettes, etc, as long as you have a source I can link back to (I have submissions open for convenience)

If I’ve hinted at something that I haven’t finished/posted yet, you can prompt me to return to it if you like :)

No:

Anything against TOS

More than 3 characters

More than 2 requests per person (except trades/donations) and 1 Vargas request per person

Anything struck through on the list

Anything super complex i.e. large backgrounds, machinery, animation, etc.

Slots: 31/31

[orcelito]

Ykno when ur lookin at an artist and ur like "man, I want to commission art from You, Specifically"

I have something in mind for a scene that's coming up in ITNL (whenever I start writing again) that would be really cool, & I know Exactly who I'd want it by... except they don't have open commission slots 😭😭😭

I can be patient, though... I have been patient before...

[trendywaifus]

Hello 👋🏾 hope you’re having a good day/night whenever you’re reading this. I was hoping I could get Jane Doe with these prompts

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

“Why not tonight? I’m even wearing something pretty.”

“Shh, just look at me, baby”

If you can’t use them all that’s cool! Or if we’re only allowed one could you do the 2nd one? Also maybe with Grace too? But specifically the first one if it’s not too much trouble. If you’re only doing one character for these types of requests then please just with Jane.

I have serious brainrot and unfortunately my horny side one over with asks. Hopefully someone responds fluff with her too cause I also just want to be soft with her I would but I don’t want to take away one of the slots. Anyways hope you’re doing well and drink water!

hey hey hey! i’ll do this all with jane. my fault, i should of specified! you can do multiple prompts (also make sure to specify which prompt section you got these from so i won’t mess up your req)for one character! however, to avoid making things a lil long, one character is enough if you’re requesting for prompts! next time zzz requests are reopened, one of the buds who are planning on requesting or you can request tooth rotting fluff for our girl jane ;) stay hydrated too.

cw: fem! reader with g!p, creampie, vaginal penetration, cursing, missionary, petnames

you were sleeping soundly, your boneless body buried beneath warm sheets and fluffy covers until the bedroom door opens. a pair of featherlight footsteps enter the room. light sounds of clothing rustling about and a soft, familiar sigh makes you stir a bit. there’s a slight pause before a fond chuckle leaves your unannounced lover’s lips. she walks into the bathroom, flicks on the light, and closes the door behind her. your eyes finally peel open from the sound of running facet water and yawned.

you fumble for your phone amongst the sheets and checked the time. hissing at the sudden brightness of your screen, you instinctively blink a few times before your eyes adjust. “ 11:50pm. .” you mutter, setting the phone down and sighed. usually she’d be home by one or two in the morning, it seems like her workload was easy on her today. after a good ten minutes of being in the bathroom, probably to remove her makeup, and other things, the door opens. the bathroom light taints the dark walls of the room and the soft scent of apple perfume wafts against your nose.

“ welcome back, jane. “ you smile at her sleepily.

“ oh? did i wake you when i came in? i thought you were sleeping. “ jane asks tenderly, clad in a fitted collar shirt and pencil skirt. the first few buttons were undid, tastefully revealing a glimpse of her. .black lace bra?

“ yeah, you did but i was waiting for you anyways and fell asleep. um, jane—what you’re wearing, is that apart of a disguise? orr? “ you prop yourself up on an elbow, brows curled in confusion. the rat thiren hums, bending over to remove the black stockings from her legs. “ not this time, i had a dinner meeting with my captain. “ she explains, letting out a sigh of content once the tightness hugging her legs was gone. you hum sleepily, still thinking about the lace bra.

“ that explains it but i’m mainly talking about the lace bra. i don’t think that’s very business attire-like. “

jane titters, and her piercing teal hues glimmer with mischief as she looks at you, gaze visibly lowering. you feel butterflies jittering in your belly. “ you’re right sweet girl, but i wore it for you. “

“ i-i’m sorry? for me? “ you repeated back shyly. she hums in confirmation, making her way over to the bed and bends forward to closely enjoy the flustered look appearing more and more on your face. her hands dip further into the mattress as she stares you down. you’re starting to feel tiny under her hungry gaze. “ that’s right. i was a little disappointed that you were asleep when i came in, but now that you’re awake. . “

the way jane’s gaze is fixated on you is making your body run hot and the blood rush downwards. her head tilts, black, fang-like bangs following with her as she senses the nervousness building up within you. she smiles with teasing amusement,

“ does it make you nervous when i stare, beautiful? “

“ i-i. . am going to bed! it’s w-way too late for your teasing! at least do this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep! “ you stammer, throwing the cover over your head as she laughs. “ aw, why not tonight? i’m even wearing something pretty. “ she leans downwards, making sure her lips are near your covered head as she whispers seductively. “ i promise i won’t tease, i want you after all. “ her sultry voice sends pleasant shivers down your body and straight to your hardened member. your heart is pounding but you slowly release the covers off your head. “ okay, fine. i-i can’t sleep now because of you anyways. “

she chuckles, standing upright to unbutton her collar shirt and sheds it off her shoulders. you can’t help but stare at her toned stomach and pretty chest being supported by the inky lace bra. your lover winks at you, undoing her pencil skirt and it drops to her ankles effortlessly. she steps out of them and into the bed with an alluring smile. “ you’ll be on top tonight, unless you want me to ride you stupid like always. “

you sputter before muttering small complaints under your breath about her vulgar comment. she lays down and you slide over her. where should you even start? she looks so breathtakingly ethereal that your mouth is starting to water. you cup a handful of her breast, dipping down to kiss at the side of her neck. the rat thiren’s pristine skin feels hot against your eager lips as you kiss at it. “ and don’t be afraid to be a little rough, i’ll take whatever you give me, baby.” she assures, sensually running a hand down the curve of your back.

your breath hitches. you tug the cups of her bra upwards, causing the soft, fat flesh to spill out deliciously. you knead her breast with sinful digits. you leave behind a trail of wet kisses down her collarbone until you’ve reached the perky bud. you wrap your lips around it and suckle, inducing a pleased moan from jane. you run your tongue around the nipple, flicking, tugging at it between your teeth.

pff, pop!

you switch your attention to the other unattended breast and repeat your ministrations until both of her tits are glistening with your spit. her tail pleasantly brush against your ankle, twisting around your leg like a curled snake. “ just like a baby, “ jane giggles, taking note of the sheeny coat of drool on your lips from giving her tits lavish attention. her fingers run down your stomach and plays with the waistband of your pajama bottoms. she gives it a playful tug.

“ it’s about time you take these off, hm? “ she whispers lowly, lust mixed in with her voice. with one hand, you hastily tug your bottoms down enough for your aching cock to spring out. you adjust yourself so your body is leveled with hers. you graze the bulbous head against her clothed clit in a circular rotation. jane takes in a sharp breath, hips slightly lifted off the mattress. you stroke yourself against her sticky, lace panties, moaning shamelessly from the fabric brushing up against your sensitive cock. “ you’re my desperate little girl, aren’t you? “ she whispers, her hands finding themselves around your biceps and squeezed them.

“ ‘sorry, i-i can’t help myself, “ you apologize, sliding the band of her panties to the side, revealing her dripping pussy. “ you look too good in that. “ lining yourself up with her entrance, you sink between her slick, gummy walls. “ i know. “ she locks her legs around your waist, pulling you in all the way to the hilt.

your cock twitches as jane’s pussy clamp around you, urging you to fuck it silly. “ hngh, don’t squeeze me like that, i-i might cum too early. “ you moaned, slowly moving your rickety hips backwards until only the swollen tip is inside. you slowly move forward to fill her back up. it take a few moments for you to adjust before you speed up the pace. “ there you go, pretty girl. “ jane purrs, before rolling her plump bottom lip between her teeth from the ripples of pleasure swarming through her body.

“ so goodd. . “ you slur, releasing another moan from your throat. the bed creaks from the consistent movement of your broad thrusts. she has you wrapped around her finger, caging you in with her strong legs while also whispering to you sweet nothings through labored breaths. your cockhead deliciously smack against the spongy part of her walls in repetitive strokes. jane’s parted lips opens wider and a guttural moan drags from her throat. her thighs press harder into your hips.

“ there, there—h-harder, mmph! “ and you go harder, sweat rolling down your brow as you push your unsteady hips harder into her. her syrupy slick gushes out and stick to you like rice and water. your shaft continuously fuck her slimy walls, producing series of squelching noises that has you a whimpering mess. a thick fog covers your mind in pleasure, forcibly stripping you from rational thought as you lose yourself in her.

“ jane, jane, jane, janeee. .!“ you utter her name repeatedly like a desperate prayer, hugging her tight like she’d disappear out of thin air. the aforementioned woman herself isn’t holding on much longer either, her hazy mind only balanced by a single thread. your sloppy hips piston into her messy pussy without a single regard to the sticky, slippery mess growing between her thick thighs. “ hah. .m-my pretty girl is making me go dumb just like her, h-huh? “ she breathed heavily, rolling her head back into the fluffy cushion, exposing her neck.

you dive right in and ran your slimy tongue along the stretched skin. “ gonna c-cum soon, “ you announced, planting kiss after kiss on her glistening flesh. she lets out a moan following up with an airy laugh. “ hehe—mmm, t-tell me something that i don’t know, baby? “

“ l-last name, nngnh, i-i want you to have my last name. . “ you groaned, dragging your lips up the underside of her chin. a strangled moan escapes her lips, red nails dragging up your back as your cock fully hits her g-spot. how her sopping hole utterly tightens around you has you moaning out in unadulterated pleasure. you roll your hips into her one last time before spurting velvety ropes into her gushy walls. the rat thiren’s legs keeps you in while she greedily takes your thick load inside of her. “ shiiiitttt, e-ease your legs, jane—i-i don’t want so much to— “

“ shh, “ she tips her head back down, looking at you with those bewitching, siren eyes of hers. “ just look at me, baby. don’t worry about that, give it to me.“ her quivering breath mixes with yours as you shape and paint her walls in your color. you’re hugging her so tight, she swears she’ll squeak if you squeeze just once. there’s a calming effect dipping you under while you stare into pools of cool teal. “ i love you.” you murmur. a flicker of light brightens her softening eyes and her rodent ears wiggle.

jane gives you a smirk that’s soft around the edges as she pulls you in by a hand resting comfortably on the back of your neck. “ . . .sharing your last name doesn’t sound bad at all. “ and she kisses you deeply, pulling you once more into a lovely daze.

[wayfayrr]

Hello! If I may, I’d like to make a request.

When I was little (between 4 and 8), my brother and I played Ocarina of Time constantly. It was our go-to game when hanging out. We replayed it and found all secrets and stuff. I was wondering if you could do a platonic self aware OOT!Link one shot? One where Link considers the player to be like a sibling to him since they grew up together in a way?

Thank you so much! I really enjoy your work ❤️

you're very welcome anon! this was such a sweet request to write!! I went with the post timeskip link for this seeing as I've already written one for Majora's mask link and I thought it would be more interesting to have that difference between the two pieces <3 I hope you'll enjoy this

[masterlist]

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while… do you still have that old copy of Ocarina of time we used to play together? I’ve been kinda wanting to replay it. It’s a bit of a pain to get a new one or an emulator though so…”

“Uh? I think so, I can check in my attic later and drop it around your place tomorrow if I can?”

“That sounds perfect, thanks for the favour man.”

That was a fairly productive phone call, now I hopefully won’t have to mess about with an emulator or shell out for the subscription to play it again. Seeing as Nintendo doesn’t want to make their old catalogue accessible. All I need to do on my end is to wait and possibly google how to set up an N64 in the meantime.

Turns out that we did still have the old thing, and that it isn’t all that hard to set up either so it’s not like it takes too long for me to hear the calmingly melancholic tones of the game’s opening theme. Our old save file is still there too, although some of the stats on the file seem to have gotten a little bit corrupted because I’m convinced we completed it fully. Although it’s been what like 10 years or more since I would’ve last played, it makes sense that I might just be misremembering things. No harm in seeing where we left off though is there?

Well even though the file says otherwise, looking through Link’s inventory really wants to disprove that - there’s something with the same sprite as Zelda’s letter where it should just be an empty slot. It’s not got a name, if I hover over it it simply brings up a missing value error and the button prompt me to read it. It’s not like there’s any issue if I did open it, it’s an old save file so even if it does corrupt I won’t lose anything. 

Nothing happened, just a fade to blank before it glitched out and the inventory screen popped back up so that I could close it and have a look around…

How did Link turn around as I was paused in the inventory and how did his face get so close to the screen?

“[Name]? I knew you’d be back at some point! I knew you wouldn’t just leave your older brother for good… you wouldn’t would you?”

“...How do you know my name..?”

I know that Ai has gotten incredibly good recently but this is an N64, an unmodded one at that, so whatever the hell is happening right now can’t be due to that. This feels like it could be the start to a creepypasta though with everything going on right now - is this like a real life ben drowned - no it can’t be, he’d be crying blood if it were the case and he wouldn’t be as friendly either. 

“Because you told me it all those years ago when you first played through the game? You always spoke to me like I was a real person, like you saw me as your older brother, so it’s only natural that I started to see you like a little sibling right? Then when you disappeared I got so worried, It’s been so long but you’ve gotten so much older! Did you pull the mastersword yourself, because this much time can’t have really passed can it?... Can it?”

He looks almost like he’s about to cry, I should be caref- why am I so worried about hurting the feelings of a fictional character? Is it cause he sees me like a sibling, a younger one; because he knows me from when I was younger; or because he seems so attached to me already? Maybe I should just… turn it off so I don’t have to deal with it.

“I don’t remember how long it’s been, a good few years at least, Since I’ve played it. I wasn’t exactly planning to-”

“Is that what you used to control me!? I’ve never been able to get a good look at it before. Would you mind bringing it closer?”

“...Yeah I can bring it closer.”

The way he interrupted me was so so sad, he’s forcing himself to be cheery when he looks like he’s about to break down, like how an older brother would act. He really sees himself as my older brother doesn’t he? I have to admit that the way he’s leaning against the screen like an excited kid is also pretty cute I won’t lie to myself, if it weren’t for how insane the situation is I don’t think I’d mind him being my younger brother. He’s younger than me now anyway so that makes far more sense. 

Is the screen cracking beneath him? 

It’s definitely cracking under his weight, there are seconds left before it shatters.

“It’s so simple and yet it was the reason that you were able to-”

Glass can only last so long. And now he’s out, lying on my floor in a shocked heap with glass shards surrounding and covering him. After a couple of seconds of neither of us knowing what to do, we both snap into action at the same time, while I try to help him up and check for any serious wounds… he’s just laughing with the widest goofiest smile on his face, grabbing at my arms like I’m nothing but a wisp of a dream. 

“I - wow I - I could never have imagined that I could - that this - that this was even an option for me…”

“But I can be your brother in person now can’t I?”

[fulgurbugs]

doll mail arrived! this time, we’re taking a look at skulltimate secrets 4! featuring an all new packaging, completely different from the last 3 lines. these dolls retail for 29.99 each.

one change i already like- you can partially see the doll through the gates. this should hopefully curb the problem of people removing the doll, then turning it back into the store with nothing in the locker, since it’s blind packaging.

with this new setup, you can’t see them *well* but you can tell if the right doll is in there. you can also see if the paper accessory packs are in there as well.

i opened draculaura first. here’s the gate with no cardboard on it.

here she is freed. i realized i did the gimmick completely wrong lol, you’re supposed to build a little thing to put in the center slot and then push the doll up to reveal her. or you can do what i did and just pull the doll out through the top.

she has poly hair, though i think it’s treated in some way. it doesn’t feel toooo bad… and well, i really like the color for this drac so….

face carddddddd… this is a really cute drac! i love how much more they’re leaning into a dark lip with her. though this bold heart over one eye might make her a little more difficult to restyle.

since skulltimate secrets is a deluxe line, they come with a lot of stuff. a second set of shoes, sweat shorts, leg warmers, fingerless gloves, a headset, a bodice piece, a bag, what i think is a little keychain for the bag, a water bottle, hairbrush, hangers, pieces to the gate slider, and a stand clip.

shoe check btw. the heel-less heels add a LOT of height. apprecuate that theres printing on these shoes, not just a gradient etc.

here’s the first outfit set, the stage set. super cute! i love the fabric tights. though, im slightly bothered by the pink part of the bodice being a different shade of pink to any other piece on her…. lol.

here she is in her second outfit, the practice outfit! definitely cute, though i think more fun for play factor for kids. i think the first outfit is more displayable.

fun thing they added: you can now hang up the spare clothes in the actual gate! this was actually a DIY a lot of people did with the old skulltimate lockers, so i’m happy to see it included officially with these.

you are also able to clip the dolls to the gate itself with the provided stand clip! unfortunately, putting it on the lowest option is *still* too tall for drac, who is floating a little off the ground when shes clipped in with these shoes. i’ll still be using my own stand.

obligatory .5 shot. that’s SS4 drac! super cute, and i’m happy with the changes they made to the unboxing process with these guys. next up, abbey! (i’m gonna hit image limit lol)

[charliedawn]

How would the Hannibal family react to a reader they can't catch and eat because he seems to be one step ahead or too lucky? I think it would be fun)

Kevin didn't think much of you at first. A few weeks in the cellar and you had become a mess...Barely human.

He thought it would be easy, so he had decided to open the cellar without the family's approval.

He had brought you in the middle of the forest and had uncuffed you before pushing you forward.

"Start running."

The order had been simple enough, but you had taken him by surprise as you darted forward—so fast that even him had trouble keeping up with you.

The fear literally gave you wings.

Arrows started flying above your head and your heart was thumping in your chest at a very fast pace.

Then, one of them hit right.

You screamed as the arrow pierced your leg and you tumbled forward.

Kevin thought it would be over quickly, but was surprised when he only found his arrow and a few droplets of blood where you should have been.

Kevin smiled, as he was actually beginning to enjoy the chase.

"Let's see how far you'll go, little rabbit.", he whispered. You ran faster than ever in your life.

Hopefully, he would fall into your trap and follow the trail of blood you had left on purpose.

Finally, you found yourself at the end of this cursed forest and extended your hand forward towards the light...only to be immediately disillusioned.

Another arrow pierced your valid leg and you fell face first to the ground. You then heard footsteps coming closer and closer until Kevin was looming over you with a mischievous smirk.

"You're smart, little rabbit...Just not THAT smart."

You *stammering* : "H...How ?"

He grinned wickedly.

"See, rabbit. I figured you were a smart one. And what do smart rabbits do ?"

He pulled you up by the hair and laughed when you desperately tried to get out of his grip.

"...They go straight for the exit."

However, he was surprised when you suddenly went still and started laughing.

"Exactly."

You then threw something to the ground and his eyes widened at the object he recognized as a tracker��one you had hidden on you a few months ago.

Then, he heard them. He heard the sirens coming closer and closer...

He looked back down at you and you thought he would be mad—but he smiled. He smiled and started chuckling.

He then threw his bow and arrows to the ground and pulled you up by the hair once more. You thought he would kill you, but he simply kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear.

"Clever rabbit. Real clever."

He then released you.

But, you didn't run. You didn't have to anymore...Before long, Kevin was tackled to the ground and handcuffed.

But, his eyes stayed on you until the very last moment and he smiled.

"Well played, rabbit. Very well played."

Morgan had planned everything to the smallest detail. He knew you were exhausted, but that the fear would give you enough strength to start running when the time comes.

So, he prepared everything and even tried to guess your itinerary once you would be let out.

However, he was not expecting you to throw away all of his perfect planning out the window the moment you were out of your cage. You headbutted him and took advantage of his momentary daze to take the keys of his car and run.

Morgan groaned loudly in annoyance behind you before grabbing one of his knives and chasing after you.

You knew you didn't have the time to get to the car, so you decided to hide and get out when you were sure he was far enough.

However, it was snowing outside, so there was no way you could hide from him and you knew you would die of hypothermia before even getting to the car.

"Give up. And I'll consider sparing your life..", you heard him say not far from you.

He lied. But, you could see right through his lies and instead of obeying—you started digging into the snow with your bare hands.

You had seen on TV that if you managed to make a hole big enough—you could survive the cold.

You managed to dig deep enough and slot yourself inside. But, you didn't count on Morgan having placed a tracking device on you.

It didn't take him long to find you at the end.

You screamed and struggled against him as he dragged you out of your hiding place by the ankle.

Morgan *smirks*: "You impressed me, pet. Nobody impresses me...And if it had been anyone else, you would have maybe even gotten away with it.."

His knife shimmered with the sunlight and you shivered—your lips already having turned blue due to the cold.

"P...Please...", you begged and Morgan smirked before pressing his knife against your lips.

"You seem to be skilled. Even with your body shutting down from the cold, you managed to try to outsmart me. You're a rare treat, aren't you ?"

You blinked your tears away and then Morgan sighed before retrieving his knife and draping you with his coat.

"Come on, pet. I'm not done with you yet. Let's get you warmed up first."

He then carried you all the way back to the house.

And nobody questioned him when he asked to keep you to himself.

The thing about Morgan is that he admires smart preys, the ones who give him a challenge.

So, he'll keep you for a while until you either succeed in getting out, or die trying.

Now, Hannibal Jr. has had his fair share of favorites. He kept some for years, and some for only a few days.

But, you ? He kept you the longest.

Not because you were special. No. He couldn't care less about special. He had had rich, smart, beautiful people to chase after.

No. He had lost his taste for those.

It was because of your fear.

He could smell it—oozing out of you in waves.

You had been the most afraid of them all.

You had a family. Friends. A life..And it made you all the more valuable in his eyes. It was the thrill of getting caught that kept him going.

You had this determination only people with a true reason to live had. And the fear was all the more real because of it.

But, he knew that his chance would eventually run out. So, he told himself that this would be his last time with you.

You had put up such a fight, you had many scars to testify of it—and so did he. So, he was secretly hoping your last run with him would be as entertaining as you had accustomed him to.

"Ready for a walk ?", he asked and you only glared up at him as an answer.

He dragged you out and the moment the cold air hit your face, you took a deep breath and started running.

You knew there would be no second chance. Either you would finally find the exit on this very day, or you would die.

You had observed Hannibal Jr. closely during your runs, he usually went north first during the hunts. If you could trick him into staying into that path long enough, you could make it.

So, you pretended to stay north and kept running until you were out of breath and you couldn't see him anymore.

You then stopped for only a minute to get back your breath and started thinking of a plan to trick him.

You cut your own hand and started leaving a rather noticeable trail going up north. You then bandaged your hand and started running south where you were sure you had heard cars rushing by.

You finally reached a road, but before you could wave to a nearby car, someone caught you and dragged you back into the forest.

Hannibal Jr. smiled, thinking he had finally seen everything interesting there was to see about you. But then, he heard something in the distance. Cops.

He frowned and looked down at you to see you smiling victoriously.

"...Surprise, fucker."

You then dropped something to the ground: a lighter.

His eyes widened as he realized something...The smoke.

He looked around and realized he had been so focused on the chase, he had failed to noticed the subtle smell of smoke in the air and then...He noticed the ashes falling around the both of you and finally understood.

Your plan was never to outrun him, but outrun the fire you had started to get the authorities here.

He laughed. His knife was still pressed against your throat, but he was the one trapped.

"Smart little prey, aren't you ?"

Your smiles matched at that moment, bother predatory, both maniacal and terrifying.

But at the end, he was the one who was arrested and sent to jail, while you came back to your old life.

But, there was something broken inside of you, something that would never be replaced.

You looked out your window and wondered if you would see him again ? Unbeknownst to you that Hannibal Jr. was thinking the exact same thing in his cell—awaiting with impatience the day he would get to continue your little game of tag.

It was a cruel taunting. A jeering from fate that you would have to be there for Hannibal Sr.' trial as the only witness able to testify.

You were 5 at first. Now, there was only you.

Each of the other people were as good, as kind, as incredible as you...He had made sure you all get to know each other, all get attached to each other...only to torn you apart the moment he revealed only one of you would be leaving this place.

Then, you started killing each other.

He didn't even have to try too hard.

You were three when the game started.

And then, you were one.

"Dr. Hannibal Sr. Do you recognize the plaintiff, Y/N L/N ?"

Hannibal Sr. glanced up at you and smirked. You shivered as you remembered those eyes—haunting you every night for the past few months.

You thought he would say yes, that he would at least confess his sins so you could turn the page. But, you should have known better.

"No. I'm afraid I don't...What is your name again, darling ?"

There was a sickly sweet edge to that question and your eyes widened as your hold on the handrail before you tightened.

"Y/N...Y/N L/N.", you answered.

He didn't even have the decency to remember your name. You looked up at him with all the rage you felt inside and stayed frozen as he immediately and unashamedly met your stare—as if he was waiting for it. His smiled then widened on his face and he clicked his tongue.

"....Y/N. Lovely. At least, I would have had the chance to hear it one last time from your lips."

The audience suddenly fell quiet.

He smiled and your breath hitched. He knew. That...BASTARD !

It was the same smile he had given you the day you had met him, the day he had pretended to be needing assistance with his shopping bags, the day when you had landed in the Hannibal manor...and the day when your life as you knew it had ended.

You knew he still had power over you, he would forever have power over you.

When he stared back at you, weeks of pain and suffering came back to you, of false hope and inimaginable mental struggles.

Your game of hide and seek would never end, and it made a laugh bubble inside your chest and made you sound like a maniac when you screamed.

"YOU MONSTER ! YOU FUCKING MONSTER !"

Hannibal Sr. kept his perfectly poised expression as you were dragged out of court and he leaned forward to hum something in the mic only you could recognize.

A song. The song he had used to mentally torture you for weeks before the final hunt.

It made you shriek, cry and scream at him before the doors closed behind you.

You had won the physical game, but the mental game would play out forever..

You would never get away from him.

Peter had had you for quite a while and some of the family members were afraid he might have gotten too attached to you.

So, they asked him to hurry up with you and Peter had no choice but to oblige. But, as you felt that your time was almost up, you said the three little words you knew would save your life.

"I love you."

It made the boy stop dead in his tracks as he was about to shoot you.

You had been a captive long enough to have noticed that the boy craved affection more than anything.

He always cut the crusts off your sandwiches since he didn't like them and had assumed you wouldn't either, he always made sure to turn around when you had to take a shower and had even insisted on brushing your hair...

This was the reason why it had been so easy to take his gun and shoot him. But, you hadn't counted on the whole family to be waiting for you on the other side.

They stepped in and your eyes watered as you realized...there was no escape.

Hannibal Sr. was the first to speak as he eyed Peter's body and licked his lips before his eyes settled back on you.

"...Clever. Go for the weakest link, right ?"

He took a step forward and you took a step back instinctively. He eyed your every movement carefully and you could feel the tension rise in the air.

"...But the thing about being the weakest link, is that you're also the one to be looked after the most."

You knew what that meant. You had fucked up. But, you couldn't bring yourself to care as you laughed and flipped both of your middle fingers at them.

"I hope you choke on my bones.", you spat hatefully.

You then attempted to shoot yourself in the head, but no bullet came out of the gun. You tried multiple times, but nothing came out.

You then slowly turned back towards Peter's body with this impending sense of dread and then, you heard it. The tell-tale laugh of a man who had been humiliated and trempled too many times over.

Peter slowly stood back up and smiled before letting the bullets fall and clatter on the floor. Your eyes watered and you tried to apologize, but it was too late.

You took a tentative step back as he kept only one bullet in his possession and charged his shotgun with it. You tried to run away, but his two brothers grabbed your arms on either side of you to pin you in place while their little brother raised his shotgun to aim at you.

Peter smiled through his tears.

"You know...I really was starting to like you."

You huffed a laugh.

"I know."

Peter then focused and pulled the trigger, but didn't expect it when you suddenly used your last strength to push Kevin in front of you. The bullet hit him in the chest.

Kevin slowly turned towards the other members of the family with tears in his eyes and blood started dripping down his chin.

"...Guys ?" He fell to the ground.

It took a moment for everyone to realize what had just happened. But, by the time they had gotten over their shock—you had retrieved Morgan's gun and ran for the door.

"No...Nonononono...I didn't mean to...It wasn't what I...", Peter tried to explain and the gun fell to the ground.

Morgan slowly knelt next to Kevin and attempted to stop the blood flow.

Fortunately enough, the bullet hadn't hit any vital organ, but it still took Morgan an hour to get Kevin's condition to stabilize.

Once it was done, Hannibal Sr. and Hannibal Jr. ran after you—but Peter stayed behind. He tried to apologize to Kevin, but when Morgan looked up at him with his eyes devoid of any emotion—words were caught in his throat. Morgan stood up and slowly made his way to Peter before leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"Get the prey before they do, Peter...Because if they do ? I'll make sure to eat them raw in front of you."

Peter's breath stopped and he slowly nodded in agreement before running out the door himself.

Morgan quickly came back to Kevin and Kevin—who had woken up—smiled up at him before whispering.

"Hey...It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes. He'll...*hisses in pain*...learn."

Morgan shook his head before checking Kevin's wound once more.

It wasn't Peter he was worried about.

It was you.

You hadn't chosen Kevin accidently. You had actually targeted him on purpose because you knew...you knew who was the true 'heart' of the Hannibals.

You had seen right through the smoke that was Peter with his fake emotions and had went straight for the heart, and that made you the most dangerous prey of them all.

[anotherrpgblog]

FRONTIER：Mugen O Kieru Toki Uta (無限を消える時詩), unreleased, developed by Southern Cross Soft (1995) - Part 1

I've been meaning to make a Playthrough blog for years but I guess FINALLY I've gotten a good reason to do so: My friend @stereocats sent me a copy of FRONTIER：無限を消える時詩 ("Mugen O Kieru Toki Uta", kind of like "Poem of Time Vanishing Into Infinity"), an unreleased SFC game, and it would be literally illegal for me to keep it to myself.

He found a whole batch of these cartridges in a lot from an acquisition at his company. Apparently it was going to be the studio's, Southern Cross Soft's, very first game, but we couldn't find much information on it. Well, enough dilly dallying, let's get into the game!

"Dazzling light hides it, thousands of worlds grow hazy."

"Ah, the fleetingness of the human world, days passing unseen."

"Water flows to somewhere far, not knowing its destination."

"But still, when light shines in, people seek the truth."

The game opens with this little poem, then introduces us to two characters, as they witness a comet.

The blue haired man speaks something cryptic about the time of humanity. The tiles and the text scroll remind me a bit of Final Fantasy 4.

The white winged girl, though, expresses surprise like a normal human being.

Cut to us protagonist, as we wake up inside our crashed spaceship. P08e, the ship's robot attendant, tells us that this is an uncharted planet orbiting a star that should have no planet, but regardless it's apparently a lively planet with signs of civilization.

And as we attempt to leave the ship, P08e decides to tag along.

the first treasure chest we find contains a "C-Drive" – basically, an action command. In this game, you only have five slots for C-Drives, which means every move counts (except for using items, thankfully). Starting with only a "Blade" C-Drive, I eagerly equip the newly acquired "Chakra" drive.

Now, here's where things get interesting: each stat is linked to a level, and equipping C-Drives to higher levels boosts their power (but also drains more energy). So, I strategically set "Blade" to level 0 for quick, efficient stabby-stabby action, and "Chakra" to level 2 for a nice, rejuvenating heal every couple of turns.

The battles in this are are a bit hard for Fau, but thankfully P08e is a beast, with massive HP and with the powerful T4-Rocket ability which damages enemies 4 times and costs only 1 Stamina. So I use that opportunity to grind a little bit around the Healing Fountain.

Which I'm glad I do, because...

No savepoint, no nothing. Pretty tough boss, to boot - Fau by herself would've been obliterated. Thankfully, with P08e's rockets we get by, and Fau gains 3 levels from the ordeal.

Well, that was it for today, I haven't been able to do spend too much time on this as demands have been piling up but hopefully I'll be able to record this game til the end.

[loonasketches]

$35 YCH Christmas Commissions! (Fundraiser)

Hey there! I know it’s been awhile, and I haven’t posted much as of late and for a few reasons. Currently my mom is out of work due to having breaking her back. It’s a little more medically complicated than that but that’s pretty much the gist of it. Either way she’s unable to work so I’ve been having to take on two jobs, the other only being temporary.

Paying bills on my own has been extremely difficult and currently we’re only barely scraping by. I’ve already tried getting financial aid but most places aren’t taking any new applications due to running out of funding, so I’m currently stuck either trying to sell things or work extra hours as much as I can.

Currently I’m $200 short on rent and although my landlord is giving us a bit of extra time they still expect a full payment. So I’m opening these $35 Christmas YCH comms to hopefully make enough to get by this month!

I have 6 slots open and the way these commissions work is you get to choose the character, outfit, and Christmas items for both of these poses. They’ll be flat colored with some line art shading to make it look crispy-

And you can choose a background as well! Not too complicated of course but I’m willing to add items like a Christmas tree and such!

You can either DM me on here or request a commission on My Kofi!

All of these commissions should be finished by the 31st of December at the latest!

I seriously appreciate all of you and I’m hoping once this all blows over I can get back to posting regularly again, but thank you again for your guy’s patience. 💜

[cookiepotofchaos]

Some long(ish) ramblings and thoughts about the England vs Ireland game and U19s England vs Lithuania games below the cut.

I'm glad the U19s games are becoming more available, it's interesting to watch and see up-and-coming players.

U19s England vs Lithuania, Final Score 10-0

Difficult to really assess a team's quality when even the commentators pointed out that Lithuania would never normally be facing a team like England at this stage of a competition. It must be a bit disheartening going into a game you are fairly certain you'll lose substantially in.

Lithuania really did struggle; there were moments of sparks, where the ball was driven forward with intent, but lack of follow-up or people to pass to just meant it always ended up back with England. Darija Mikuckytė had such a hard shift in goal - the 25 shots on target do not tell the full story of pressure she dealt with. Kudos to her for continuing to throw herself at the feet of players to prevent them getting shots off even as the scoreline increased.

But, as I said, it's tricky to tell how well a team plays when they are so totally in control of the game. Vivienne Lia looks a clever player out on the wing, she had a decent number of well-placed crosses in and got a goal of her own. Arsenal have got some quality youngsters coming through for the upcoming season; as well as Lia, I've seen decent things said about Michelle Agyemang and Katie Reid, with Agyemang getting a hat-trick in this game alongside City's Poppy Pritchard.

They face Serbia on Wednesday, so it'll be interesting to see how they fare in that match.

England Vs Ireland, Final Score 2-1

Pleasantly surprised to see Weigman use all 5 substitute slots available, with all but one well before the end. Good to see some players who haven't seen much, or any, international minutes get time.

I find it interesting how there's still a lot of "such and such is benched, they're washed/out of favour/not good enough/no longer first choice" in football discussions, rather than just that some people are better against certain opponents, play styles, tactics, or so on. Rotation is good and so is flexibility. The England squad could probably benefit from some more of it, though there will be the teething problems and inconsistencies that come with that learning curve. Which was apparent against Ireland.

Park was fantastic, making and finding space in the middle, nipping in and out, strong passing and vision; probably player of the match for me. She seemed to have some indecisiveness when nearer the goal, at times keeping the ball for too long when she should have passed earlier, and at other times passing the ball when I think she may have been better positioned to take a shot. But that's something that'll come with age and experience, which hopefully she'll get more of on the international stage.

Thought Le Tissier was pretty decent in RB, made some good runs with well chosen and placed crosses in and forward to help open up chances. She seemed more confident when she was a bit further forward, making those long runs down the right, and a little less certain deeper in the England half. When she was tracking back, she seemed less sure and more prone to just passing back (though...that was a bit of a feature of the back-line overall). Overall, I think she put in a solid 90 minutes and shows decent potential.

I was delighted to see Naz get her debut, think she's a great player (sympathies to poor Kirby though, she looked very unwell when the camera panned to her...). Naz had good anticipation, read the game and momentum of play well, and used her pace alongside that to make runs that caused trouble for the opposition. She nearly got a shot on goal with her first (?) touch, and Ireland took a yellow card to stop her sprinting off on a counter attack (probably sensible, because she would be gone). I'd love to see her get a solid spot next squad call, and not just be a reserve, though I know the quality of players available makes the decisions challenging sometimes.

Didn't get to see enough of Beever-Jones (her coming on earlier would have been great), but she got straight into play with crosses and passes into the box which showed sparks of her potential. Hope she plays more as well.

On a wider scale, moving away from the newer players, it was a bit inconsistent in places. Which, with so many changes and so many usually core players not playing there was always going to be some wobbles. But you've got to try new things sometimes.

I've seen a few comments about it was only 2-1 because of the penalty, so could have been 1-1, but the penalty was given because Hemp was pulled down when she had an open goal in front of her. Without Hemp being pulled back, I don't think Brosnan would have gotten back in position in time to make a save. I think it would have been a goal either way.

There does seem to be some hesitancy or uncertainty or...something near the box and with taking shots on goal. I think this is where England miss James the most and it is difficult to replace a player like James when she's not available.

Other players seemed to have some wobbles, Greenwood had some great tackles and defending and then wobbled in other place, Carter and Charles both had interspersed moments of solid defending and then some heavy touches and misplaced passes. I wondered if the collision Carter had in the box after her shot on goal may have been a bit heavier than first realised, she seemed a second off her usual after that. And Charles is coming back from an injury, so there will always be some shakiness there.

Hampton was also a bit shaky at times. Made some solid saves, interceptions, and crosses collections, but some definite indecisiveness on the ball and her long-ball distribution was not great which meant there was a lot of short passing. Under pressure, you can see the same couple of shakes and errors start to creep up for Hampton. And, of course, there was that panicked moment of heavy touch that she had to race to fix and, thankfully, kept focused and did.

It felt at times like the defense were over-relying on Hampton's reputation for long-ball distribution to get the ball forward and when, for whatever reason, that wasn't working for her, it left Hampton getting the ball more than was fair, which made the indecisiveness worse.

Interesting to see what happens against Sweden.

[diamondangelkitten]

Vierapril Day 12: Treasure

“So what did you think of the book?” Annabeth sits down and thanks Alira for the cup of tea that the latter slides over to her before answering her friend. “It was good. I can’t believe that this was a play touring while we were adventuring. I’m sad we missed out on seeing it live.” “Right?! I’m so glad that Aurora found a copy of the book and sent it over to us!”

Alira smiles, “Lalafells of the Caribbean. It really should have been called Pirates of the Caribbean if you ask me.” Annabeth shrugs, “Well, there must have been some reason they couldn’t. I heard it had great stage design and production value.” Alira laughs, “I’m sure Hades would’ve loved it.” They two share a laugh as they think back on Solus zos Galvus and his love of the theater. “Oh definitely, it would have a saved slot every season.” “For sure, although Hyth would now make sure that every library had a copy of the book,” Annabeth says. Alira nods in agreement, “In all honesty, I loved the plot. It was thought provoking for  a lot of people.” “Aye, stories we know all too well that most people wouldn’t believe. That sometimes you have to do things that seem wrong to do what is ultimately right.”

Alira nods, “I did love Captain Jack’s line, “Not all treasure is silver and gold.”” Annabeth thinks for a moment, before asking, “Why did that one stick out to you?” Alira shrugs, “Ul’dah has built a name for itself in promising that wealth and jewels can be yours if you work hard enough. But you and I both know that luck comes into play there. Luck, fate, whatever you want to call it.” Annabeth can tell she’s quite passionate about this topic, as Alira has started talking with her hands making Annabeth have to dodge out the way. “Yes, money is nice and it makes life easier, but people don’t understand the harm it has. How it puts a target on your back. No one takes time to treasure the things closest to them. Whether it be people or possessions.”

She stops before taking out a necklace that was hidden under her jacket. “You’ve seen me wear this, yes?” “I have, though you normally kept it safe in a padded pouch while we were traveling.” “Indeed. This is all I have left of my parents.” Annabeth looks at her friend, trying to see where this is headed. “It’s not much, but I can now look back and treasure the time I had with them, and the fact that I even have this memorabilia. Rielle has nothing of the sort with her mother. So, I’m trying, to make new memories with her that will hopefully stay with her through her life. We get coffee, have nail dates. Now with Sibbie, trying to balance them both. I’m so glad they love each other.” Annabeth smiles and goes to hug her friend, “You’re doing an amazing job. And Rielle truly loves you. But you are right. I don’t regret my decision to leave home, but I was devastated when my lance from home broke. I still kept the pieces and got it fixed, but I knew I could never wield it again. Memories are the only thing we’ll have left. Especially you and I.” It was very much a forbidden topic between them, but they knew that they would outlive their friends and loved ones. Even their children, blessed with long life, would likely pass before them.

Alira looks to her friend, “I’ll be gold to your silver?” Annabeth laughs, “I thought the whole point wasn’t to gather up treasure?” Alira dramatically places a hand to her chest, “Annabeth, you wound me. You always have to have something of a reserve, a final trick up your sleeve.” She winks and Annabeth can’t help but sigh. “If Jack existed and you met him before Sid, you’d totally have gone out with him wouldn’t you?” “I think you mean Captain Jack and yes, I’d 100% have lived on Tortuga.” Their laughter is interrupted by a rapt knock on Alira’s door. She opens it to find Alinea and Aurora standing out in the snow, each carrying their own copy of Lalafells of the Caribbean. “What’s so funny?” Ali asks, stepping into Lira’s home and giving her a hug. Alira sends a smile Annabeth’s way, “Oh, just started book club early. Had to talk about the handsome rogue that is Captain Jack Sparrow.” All the girls laugh as they get comfortable for a long night of discussion and laughter. 

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Re-Schedule Appointment

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Unfortunately I'm too busy on Friday to have lunch of any kind, especially a fun one. I eat a granola bar in between meetings and call it good enough. By the time I leave the office I'm starving and instead of going home and feeling bad about the fact that I'm not with Emmett, I decide to go shopping. I can eat out and hopefully find some swim trunks so that I can sleep in tomorrow morning. I told Emmett in no uncertain terms that I wasn't going to look like a club boy but that doesn't mean I want long, shapeless trunks either.

Finding something cute and presentable is proving more difficult than it should be. I guess if we were going to the ocean or something I'd just wear whatever but this is Peter and Tristan's and should be a fairly chill atmosphere. I don't want a speedo or anything but I can get away with something slightly more flattering than a paper bag. I give up and stop at Target on the way home. I need a few basics, like tissues and sunscreen because let me tell you, this Irish boy does NOT tan.

I'm heading towards the paper goods when I stop in my tracks and see their pride display. They have trunks. Short but not too short, bright, rainbow trunks. I have to have them. I will try them on at home and hope that I get to sleep in tomorrow. I get home, toss my mail on the counter and try on my shorts. They're adorable. Perfect. I am set. I go through my mail and open the one from John's Hopkins. My doctor has set up my bi-annual tests here since getting to his office would be a huge pain in the ass.

Unfortunately, the back and forth between the offices means that I'm getting the notice three days before my appointment. Literally, it's scheduled for Monday. At 8:15 am. I can't do a whole morning of scans and blood work without giving work some notice. Megan is good but that's asking the impossible, especially after I was out of the office last week with the cold. I'll have to reschedule. I'll call tomorrow and see if I can get hold of someone. It is way past time for comfy pants.

I change and take out my contacts and then stare into my freezer hoping ice cream will magically appear. Emmett has some but he's with Andy which is good, he should see his friends. I don't have any here but if I did, I know he'd want me to see them. Well, Tristan, I guess and he's making sure we see each other tomorrow. Still, I miss him. I curl up on my uncomfortable couch and watch anime but it's just not the same as being with him.

********

I wake up earlier than I plan to on Saturday but my body isn't used to sleeping much past eight. It's the second morning in a row I've woken up without Emmett. My God, I sound like a needy koala. It's just two days and I need to get a grip. Still, I can't help wondering if he's awake yet too. That's stupid, of course he is because he's working today. Right? I call the doctor's office and am told that they don't have an open appointment slot for another two months. I'll probably be in Michigan by then so I just cancel. Missing one check-up isn't going to kill me, they always come back fine anyway. At least it's done.

I hit the gym and it's more than time because I've been slacking since I was sick. Staying with Emmett makes it harder to go although I'm getting all sorts of exercise at his place. Especially my throat. Damn, I wonder if he can pick me up a little bit early or if we can be a little bit late. I'm not sure I can deal with hours in public when I'm so close to him and so pent up. Swim trunks don't exactly hide erections very well. Emmett arrives at 1:15 after I beg him to come as early as he can. He smiles when I practically pull him into the apartment and attack him.

"Damn boy, it's nice to see you too," he says when I give him a second to speak.

"Missed you a little bit."

"Missed you too, Finnegan. What if I get you onto the counter and show you just how much?"

Divine, it sounds divine.

"Please."

I don't care if he wants to fuck or suck me off, I am desperate and will take anything right now. I just need him. He lifts me as I jump and my hand pushes my mail onto the floor. He's a gentleman and picks it up.

"What's this, darling?"

He has my John's Hopkins letter on which I've written 'canceled' across the top.

"Just an appointment, they didn't send it to me until today and thought I could just waltz in there Monday with no notice. I'll go when I'm back in Michigan."

He backs up and leans against the back of the couch, letter still in hand.

"Is this about the leukemia?"

"Yeah, it's nothing, just my scans and blood work. I just did them six months ago, Emmett, I'm fine."

I do NOT want him to freak out about this but we haven't really talked about it since he found out. He doesn't seem quite ready to drop it.

"Can't they get you in later in the week or something?"

"That had been my thought too but "nope, it's Monday or two months from now. Really Emmett, it's not a big deal. You're supposed to be over here ravaging me."

But he's not and makes no move to pick up where he left off.

"I don't like it, Finnegan. I don't like thinking about you in Michigan and I definitely don't like you missing your appointment. Why can't you go on Monday?"

"Because I have a job, Emmett. I can't just cancel my morning."

He puts the letter back on the counter, steps back and crosses his arms over his chest.

"You're the Vice president, I think you probably can. Look, I'm probably overstepping..."

"We did talk about you micromanaging my life, Emmett."

"This isn't what you wear or if you cuss or what time you come home from work, Finnegan, it's important. I really need you to call them back and tell them you'll keep the appointment. Don't brush it off, please."

I would go if I could, it's just not worth the trouble. 

"Look, I get that you're concerned about my health and it's sweet, really but this isn't a big deal."

"It is to me. If you don't want to do it for yourself, will you do it for me?"

How am I supposed to say no when he puts it like that? After all he's done for me? And it's not like he's asking me to do something I don't want to do or shouldn't, quite the contrary.

"Is it that important to you?"

"It is. It's going to drive me fucking crazy, Finnegan and I much prefer all the other ways you make me crazy."

I don't like seeing him upset, especially when I can fix it. 

"Fine, if it's gonna keep you up at night I will call. They may have already given it to someone else but I will ask."

He smiles and relaxes a bit and I pick up my phone. Ten long, mostly 'on-hold' minutes later I am re-booked.

"All set, can we get back to important things now?"

"We certainly can."

[malevolentmadnessmixup]

How Does Triple-M Work??

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[thetoxicgamer]

Dark and Darker update buffs Wizards and adds low level matchmaking

The 12th update for Ironmace's classic dungeon-crawling RPG game, Dark and Darker, has been released. Even though Dark and Darker is still unavailable on Steam at the time of writing, the extraction-style PvPvE game has developed a devoted following. We have the most recent set of Dark & Darker patch notes available for you as its most recent update rolls out for those of you who are still anxiously playing the early access build. This Dark and Darker patch changes the way low-level matchmaking works. Developer Ironmace says, “We have decided to try out a separate matching pool for players under level 15 to give them a little more time to learn and adjust to the game prior to engaging with the Trading Post.” In addition to this, it has adjusted the minimum level required to open the Trading Post feature from level 10 to 15 to fit the new system. Wizard balance continues to be an ongoing focus as well. Ironmace reflects, “We realized we may have gone too far with the recent nerfs to the Wizard spells and have slightly increased the duration of the Haste and Invisibility spells.” In addition to this, it promises that the previously teased bard rework and “more significant class balance changes” are still set to arrive in a future update. Finally, adjustments have been made to the way the Darkswarm circle closes, which should hopefully mean fewer instances where it ends in roughly the center of the map. Ironmace adds, “We hope this hotfix should expand the playstage a little bit. We are also working on adding more layouts with more variety of center modules in the near future.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq8JLJcdvzs Dark and Darker patch notes – early access hotfix 12 – Thursday September 14, 2023 Here are the Dark and Darker patch notes for early access hotfix 12, courtesy of developer Ironmace via the game’s official Discord server: - Fixed several issues that could cause server instability. - Characters level 14 and under will be placed in a separate matching pool. If any member of a party is level 15 or above, the entire party will be placed in the level 15+ matching pool. - The level requirement to sign up for the Trading Post has been increased from level 10 to level 15. - Fixed an issue where the Darkswarm circle would mostly end in the center region of the map. - Wizard’s Invisibility duration has been increased from 3 to 4 seconds. - Wizard’s Haste duration has been increased from 6 to 8 seconds. - Added an option to control whether items in the following utility slots are automatically placed in your hand after an item is used. - Improvements to Ironshield. If you can’t get enough of the tension of competing against other players, you’ll want to make sure not to miss any of the best multiplayer games you can play in 2023. You’ll also find plenty of thrilling fights for survival in the best battle royale games, so sharpen up those skills and prepare to drop in. Read the full article

[qihuaque]

What started out as a simple, comforting hug turned into being lifted in the air and grabbing yet another Crystalfly, but at least it looks like they’ve solved part of the mystery of the statue. Lumine jiejie picks up the icy rose and leads Qiqi back into the main room, where the other jiejie—her name must be Furina; it sounds very blue—stands, speaking to Silvie. She takes the rose and slots it in place in the statue’s hand, and Qiqi approaches, noticing as she does so that it gets colder the closer she gets to the statue. From somewhere in the other room, she hears what must be Alhaitham gege talking aloud and making sense of the other puzzle she’d found previously. She makes a note to go help him later. In this main room, though, there is a noticeable chill, and if she can feel it nipping at her legs, she wonders how it is for the warm-blooded members of her team, who are much more susceptible to cold…

Bending down, she tries to find an opening for wind to get through. Then, they can block it off with something heavy. But there’s nothing out of the ordinary, and so, turning to Silvie, she asks, “Why is the statue…cold?”

"Mm?" Silvie seems a little confused by the question, but answers nevertheless. "The statue is of Lady Winter, made from what Lady Winter loves the most." A pause, before he adds, hesitant: "Although, when Silvie thinks now... once, it wasn't that cold. It wasn't cold like that."

Not cold like that? Well, Qiqi supposes most humans wouldn’t thrive in such temperatures. “Then…why did it become so cold?”

"Silvie isn't sure, but Silvie is very worried about it now..." The fox's voice becomes sad again as he continues: "Silvie remembers when Silvie went to sleep. Lady Summer was coming and she was so, so angry, and everyone was so, so scared. But Lady Winter said: don't worry, my children, there is nothing to fear. She smiled and gave Silvie a kiss, and just like that, Silvie wasn't scared anymore. So it wasn't really cold. It was cold but warm, like a mother's love."

He then pauses, looking up at the statue. When he next speaks, it's like he is acknowledging a fact he did not want to face. "But it's gone now. It's really cold now..."

A mother’s love… Though it’s been centuries since Qiqi was embraced in a family member’s arms, she knows all too well the feeling of warmth that comes from being loved sincerely. If Lady Winter wakes, will Silvie get to feel the love again, at least? For now, she points to the statue’s empty hand and clarifies, “If we give…other thing, will it be…less cold?”

"Yes... Hopefully. No, surely! Silvie believes she still remembers love and family, no matter what." 

Qiqi thinks so too. But before that, Furina jiejie needs to move away from the statue. Already she holds a jacket that doesn’t fit the rest of her clothes; Alhaitham gege must have given it to her. “Furina jiejie should stand further away from the statue if she is cold,” Qiqi says loudly. Qiqi doesn’t have any remedies for cold-related injuries, and the sole Jueyun Chili on her person might just cause even more problems than it’s worth. Thankfully, though looking irritated, the girl drifts further away from the statue.

Now that there shouldn’t be any cases of hypothermia soon, Qiqi trots into the other room and, remembering gege’s previous words, looks for the brazier that turns cold. She stands next to it and starts doing her daily stretches, an eye on the curious water-like creature bobbing about, while also explaining at the same time: “Qiqi cannot feel cold easily, so Qiqi…stands here. Qiqi will do stretches…so Qiqi won’t be stiff. Alhaitham gege…should stay warm.”

"O-Oh, no! Actually... I'm not that cold anymore! No need to worry."

... What.

"I'll ask Chevalmarin to help, just show her where to stand."

What???

I don't understand. Isn't she still cold? The area around the statue dips in temperature as the others and I approach... and yet she wants to stay out here? What is she trying to do with such an action? It reminds me almost too much of Kaveh's self-sacrificing nature, and suddenly I want to see what she'll do when confronted with some sense. Unlike the more antagonistic approach I take with my roommate, however, it's best to just be upfront like I would with anyone else. I take a step toward her, but pause as she first summons a bubbly Fontainian seahorse and then takes the rose sculpture from the returning Qiqi and Traveler, slotting it neatly into place in one of the statue's hands—oh. It belonged to the statue, then, I see. I nod in commendment and motion the other two in the direction of the second room. "Qiqi found a torch puzzle in the other chamber, and each of the torches react to a person coming into proximity with them. We'll need everyone's help to activate it properly since there are four of them and four of us."

I turn back to Furina and arrive at her side. "I understand that putting on a brave face is an instinctive response to seeing others not react to something by which you are affected. But pretending you're unaffected isn't going to help you in the long run, especially not when you're on an expedition with other people. You need to take care of yourself and put such basic needs first and foremost, it'll save you a lot of trouble in the future. Look at it this way: you don't want to worry the rest of us, am I right? So do whatever it is to keep yourself safe and healthy as much as you can." I take her hand in mine—it's cold, concerningly so—and look her straight in the eyes with utmost sincerity. "I need you to stay alive and well. Can you do that for us?"

Please be smart about this, please make the wise decision, please listen to me. I'm starting to wonder if the low temperature is already beginning to affect her decision-making. If so, she needs warmth, now.

... Her next response, however, banishes that worry rather neatly. Well, then. She really must be doing better if she's able to snap back. I nod and give her a small smile. "Good. Excellent job with the rose, that was a rather keen find." With that, I let go of her hand and head back to the second puzzle room—it does still need solving, after all.

So. What do we know about the braziers so far? The one on the right side of the room is warmer than the one by the doorway. It remains to be seen whether the other two have any sort of identifying qualities that would help determine the order. I walk to the one on the far end of the room and examine it as it lights up in response. Hmmm, this one feels about the same as the doorway one... a flash of color catches my eye, and I bend down for a closer look. A red leaf sits at the base of the torch, underneath the carapace of the ice. But there are no trees in this room. This was most likely put here deliberately, then, but what is the significance? Four braziers... four pedestals... just like the four seasons! Ah! So the right-hand torch is warmer than the doorway one and this one, but the latter two are the same temperature, and the only defining trait between them so far is this leaf, and leaves turn red in autumn. So the right-hand one is representative of summer, this one of fall, the doorway one of spring, and—! Standing up, I rush over to the left-hand torch, which, though it lights upon my approach, does not make its surroundings any warmer; if anything, the air almost feels colder, though that could be from acclimating to the warmer torches beforehand. Still, this is excellent evidence in favor of my hypothesis! And if the torches really do correspond to the seasons, then that narrows down the possible solutions to a very few.

I go to the center of the room and think out loud to anyone who might be listening. "The torches have temperatures and identifiers that are representative of the four seasons. The right torch," and I point to it, "is the warmest of the four, just like how summer is the warmest season. The torch by the doorway and the torch opposite it are next, but the latter has an autumn leaf on its base, associating it with fall and the former by deduction with spring. The left torch is the least warm out of the four and thus representative of winter. We'll have to figure out whether spring or winter is considered to come first, but if we follow the seasons and approach the torches accordingly, I surmise we'll have it solved soon enough." They're even arranged according to the cycle of the seasons following a counterclockwise direction! Oh, this really has turned out to be an intriguing puzzle thus far. I want to pick the brain of whoever came up with this design... now that I think about it, could the Crystalflies have symbolized the seasons too?

@qihuaque @lightcffireflies

[jeonqkooks]

strictly platonic | jjk (teaser)

READ THE FULL FIC HERE. posted 17.07.22

Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/warnings: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating(ish) au, pining!, fluff, angst, smut

release date: TBD. hopefully by the beginning of july

word count: 788 for the teaser (final word count should be at least 10k, we shall see)

note: posting the teaser to actually put some pressure on me to finish this fic instead of letting it collect dust among my wips. also can y’all tell that i got lazy with the banner lol 😭

— if you’d like to be tagged when the fic gets released, go here and fill out the form ♡

Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.

He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.

He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.

Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her precious vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.

Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.

Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.

He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”

He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days after the submission deadline without giving any kind of notice or excuse.

Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)

And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.

There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.

You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.

(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)

The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.

You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you gave them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.

What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose hearts he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.

You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means.

[clareguilty]

Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly -- so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back -- which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

“What in god’s name?” Hosea took one look at you, bruised and battered and covered in every inch of wilderness you had hiked through trying to get back to camp.

“Glad to see y’all are still here.” You groaned in pain as you slid out of the saddle, smacking your ‘borrowed’ horse on the rump and pointing her back to the road. “Go on, girl. Find your way back home.”

The horse slowly headed back the way it came. Hosea was staring at you.

“I know,” you frowned. “I look terrible.”

“No,” Hosea waved his hand, shaking his head. “It’s not that -- though you do look like shit. We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

It was your turn to look taken aback. “Dead? You gave up on me that quick?”

“Sweetheart.” He gripped your arm as if he was still trying to convince himself you were real. “You fell off a bridge. Those rapids… the rocks…” he trailed off.

You grimaced. “It certainly wasn’t my best performance.”

“There wasn’t any time to go back and look for you, but we weren’t even sure we would have found a body.” He looked ashamed. “We failed you.”

“No,” you took his hands in yours, squeezing. “You did what you had to do. I couldn’t bear it if you had lost someone trying to come back for me.”

Sean was walking by, bottle in hand. He did a double take when he saw you standing there, glanced at his bottle, and then back at you. “You mean Dutch gave that long fancy speech for nothing? You had better not die again.”

You laughed and shot him a wink. “I don’t plan on it.”

Sean seemed satisfied with that response. “Your man’s been a right mess since we lost you. Hopefully he quits moping around all the time now.”

“Arthur?” you glanced around. “Is he alright? Where is he?”

Sean shrugged. “Probably the same place he’s been for a week now.”

You turned to Hosea, desperate. “Where?”

“He’s been at his wagon mostly. I didn’t want him going out in the state he’s been in.”

His words only made you more worried. You had finally made it back to camp. All you had been able to think about -- the only thing on your mind as you clawed your way out that ravine and stumbled through the woods -- was that you had to get back to him. You couldn’t leave him. “Is he hurt? Did something happen?”

Hosea didn’t get the chance to answer. Whispers of your arrival back at camp must have spread fast, because Mary-Beth was dragging Arthur by the arm to where you and Hosea were standing.

“Arthur.” You were running -- as fast as you could move with all your injuries and exhaustion. He finally saw you, freezing in place and staring in disbelief.

You slammed into his chest, flinging your arms around him.

He hesitated before returning your embrace, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a long while as you sniffled into his chest. Arthur held you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Isn’t this sweet,” a familiar booming voice rang out. “Glad to see you alive and well, dear.” You didn’t even turn to look at Dutch. Not when Arthur was clinging to you.

The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you found yourself hoisted over Arthur’s shoulder. The crowd that had gathered around the two of you dispersed as he stalked across camp. The world flipped right side up again as Arthur sat you on his horse, swinging into the saddle behind you and taking off at a full gallop.

You made it to Valentine in record time. The ride was harsh and agitated your injuries, but you didn’t mind with Arthur at your back. He helped you down to the ground and practically carried you inside the hotel, slamming the door open. “A room for me and my wife, please,” he demanded.

The hotel clerk handed over the key. You clung to Arthur the whole way up the stairs, nuzzling against him and just glad to be near him again.

The lock clicked behind you and Arthur… changed. His embrace became more insistent. His eyes darkened. The edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees and Arthur laid you down. It was gentle, but he pressed you into the bed, climbing over you. “Where are you hurt?” he asked.

“It’s not too bad-” you tried to play it off.

He cut you off. “Where. Are. You. Hurt.”

It was terrifying, but thrilling. You shivered under his intense gaze. “My hip,” you grabbed one of his hands and gently lay his palm over your hip. “Makes walking and riding hard.”

He nodded. Clearly waiting for you to continue. “My back is pretty messed up, and my shoulder.”

He noticed the rips and tears in your shirt. All the places you had scraped or torn. His hands went to the buttons, lifting you carefully so he could get you out of the sleeves.

Your trousers were next, slowly pulled down over your hips. When you winced in pain, Arthur stopped to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands.

He stripped you down. His expression was pained as he took in the full extent of your injuries. You had fallen off of the rail bridge and gotten swept into the freezing rapids. The current slammed you into the rocks and swept you down the ravine before you washed up on the bank of the river. From there, it had been a grueling process of making your way out of the ravine and through the woods.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you reassured him. Glancing down, you got a good look at just what he saw. “It does look pretty bad, though,” you frowned.

Arthur’s expression was hard to read. You wondered if he was disgusted by you. It would take a long time to heal, and you knew he might not want to look at you while you were so beat up and battered.

He nearly collapsed on top of you. Luckily, he knew to brace his weight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breaths ragged.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he gasped. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m still here,” you promised. “Busted and bruised to hell, but I’m not gone yet, honey.”

He kissed his way along his jaw until he found your lips. It was perfect. You had missed him so much, so worried you would never make it back to him. But now you were here in his arms and kissing him. 

“I love you,” you said as soon as you caught your breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” He hovered his hands just above your skin, too scared to touch you.

You placed your hands over his and guided it to where you weren’t scraped or bruised. “Touch  me,” you begged.

He sighed as soon as he felt your skin against his palms, as if he just needed to know you were really there.

“I need you,” you tried to pull him against you, attempting to slot your hips together. “Please, Arthur.”

He hesitated. You could see the desire in his eyes, how badly he needed you, needed to feel you. But he didn’t want to hurt me. You would have to convince him.

“Arthur,” you grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I fell off a bridge and climbed out of a ravine and walked across half the damn state. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care if it hurts.”

He seemed dazed, but lust clearly won out as you tried to slide your hand under his shirt. He was undressed in seconds, kissing his way over your neck and unable to keep his hands off you.

The pain was bearable, and you were too distracted with the warmth of Arthur’s skin under your hands. You couldn’t get enough of him, so glad to be near to him after all of those cold nights in the wild. 

He was impatient, desperate. He wanted all of you at once, and he didn’t know where to start. Now that you had given permission, he wasn’t afraid to take what he needed. And take he did. He sucked a mark into your collarbone before kissing down to your chest. You gasped as his lips found your breasts, teeth scraping along the skin.

“Please,” you rocked your hips.

He got the message, gently pressing your thighs apart so he could stroke your clit. It felt so good. The stretch when he slipped two fingers inside made you cry out. You sighed and pulled him closer, winding your fingers in his hair as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl. I wanna hear you.” He doubled his efforts, determined to make you come around his fingers.

You pulled him up for a searing kiss, biting his lip as you came. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

He was just as needy, cock hard and aching against your hips. He grabbed your less injured leg and hooked it around his hip, dragging his cock against your slit. The teasing was going to drive you mad, but luckily he was just as impatient. He sank into you with one slow motion.

He hissed a curse against your skin, lost in the feeling of you around his cock. “God, darling. Need you so bad.”

He didn’t even try to start slow, setting a quick, frantic pace as soon as he began to move. His fingers dug into the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t mind the pain. It only reminded you that Arthur was there, that you had made it home to him.

You were so close, clinging to each other so desperately. You couldn’t imagine what Arthur had been through the past several days. He had truly believed you were gone, he had been in mourning. While you were focused on not getting eaten by wildlife, he was grieving your death.

It made sense why he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, why he sighed so deeply every time his hips met yours. The way he drank the taste of your lips as if he could never get his fill. You gave him everything you could.

The two of you went three rounds that night, fighting through your exhaustion in a desire to be close to one another. You fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, curled together on the rickety hotel bed.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off you. “The sight of you falling off that bridge, the way you just disappeared. It’s kept me awake every night.”

You can see it. The dark circles under his eyes, how haggard and underfed he looks. You can only imagine how broken up he must have been.

“Not tonight,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You have me here, safe and sound.”