#anyways. such a good game wowzas

[piplupod]

i finished nitw and it was so good ;-;

[imaginedisish]

Dare (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hey guys. Just wanted to say thank you for all the support I got this morning. All of your comments really warmed my heart. Thank you so, so, so much. I ended up getting this done pretty fast. Went with "Dare" by Gorillaz for the title. Made me feel better to write. I like this one. Hope you do, too. Enjoy!

Summary: Logan finds out you've never been eaten out while playing a game of "Truth or Dare," and he's more than willing to change that.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! SMUT!!! Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, softdom!Logan, pussydrunk!Logan (he does not let up, he is starving for you), older!Logan, implied aged gap (reader is in her 20s/old enough to teach at the institute), cocky!Logan, he is an absolute service dom in this, friends to lovers, mentions of mental health/self worth, fluff, some hurt to comfort, some angst, afab/fem!reader, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4,235 wowza didn't expect that and oh my god this gif

You’re lying on your floor—the door to your room wide open. Everyone is out anyway. It’s Friday night at the mansion—no one will see you like this. Students’ papers are scattered around you. You stare up at the ceiling, feeling choked up. It had been a bad day—a bad week. Maybe even a bad year. You feel like you’re slipping, losing yourself. 

Teaching the older students had become beyond challenging—possibly because you aren’t much older than them in the first place. Most days, it felt like everyone expected greatness from you, given the strength of your powers, which naturally comes with responsibility, and that can be incredibly overwhelming. It had all been—if you were being brutally honest—an absolutely terrible time. 

So, you’re lying on your floor, feeling numb. You stopped grading papers at least an hour ago, and simply decided to stare at the ceiling, your head spinning. You wanted to calm the noise, to take a breather. Luckily, you’re alone—everyone is on a mission or out given that it’s Friday night. 

Or so you thought. 

“What on Earth are you doing?” A familiar voice cuts through the silence like a knife, jarring you, and forcing you to look up. And there he is, in a white t-shirt and denim jeans, arms crossed tightly against his chest, leaning in the doorway. Logan. You want to roll your eyes at how good he looks. You want to slap yourself for thinking it in the first place.

He smirks at you, his brows furrowed playfully. You let your head fall back to the floor. “Grading papers,” you mutter. You can hear his footsteps as he walks into the room, drawing closer to you. 

“Doesn’t look like you’re grading papers to me,” he teases. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Why aren’t you out with Jean or Rogue?” 

He stands next to you, and you look up at him. “Didn’t feel like it,” you mumble, forcing yourself to sit up. You draw your knees into your chest. You decide to turn the question around on him. “Why aren’t you out?”

He sits down next to you, stretching his long legs in front of him, his shoulder bumping against yours as he settles in. He shrugs. “Somebody’s gotta keep an eye on you, right?” He jokes, nudging his elbow into your arm. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. It’s impossible to fight it when he’s next to you. Your eyes meet his, and his smile quickly turns into something else—concern. “You’ve been off lately.”

You swallow harshly. “Did Jean or Rogue say something?” You ask. They’d notice, maybe they told Logan. “Did they ask you to stay with me or something?”

But Logan shakes his head. “No. I could just tell,” he says, worry clear in his voice. “Thought I’d hang back with you. All my idea.” He tilts his head, his jaw working, his brows furrowing again. “Is something going on?” 

You take a deep breath, turning away from him. You’re suddenly overwhelmed by his presence, by his kindness and his care. He stayed home for you. “I’m okay,” you mutter, avoiding the truth. 

“Hey,” Logan whispers, tentatively reaching his hand to your knee, waiting for you to shove him away. His palm is warm against your skin, calming and stabilizing. You turn back to look at him, his brows raised incredulously. “I know that’s not true,” he says. He has always been able to read you like a book. “What’s going on?”

You swallow harshly. “I’ve just been having a tough time lately,” you say, distracted by the way his thumb brushes across your knee. “I…” You trail off, letting your eyes fall closed. “Things are hard.”

“You can talk about it if you want,” he says, his voice deep and steady. “I’m here.” 

You sniffle, struggling to keep yourself in check. “I just…” you pause, looking off to the side. “Everything sucks.” You take another deep breath. “And the students are so hard.” You point to the piles of papers scattered around your floor. “And then there’s me, and all my shit. My powers. The responsibilities we have. I’m young, and I’m still learning. And fuck, Logan, this all just feels so impossible sometimes. It…it…” You trail off, finally running out of words, out of steam.

“It hurts.” He finishes your sentence, taking the words right out of your mouth. You turn back towards him, your eyes instantly meeting his. “It hurts a lot.”

You nod. “Yeah, exactly.” He squeezes your knee comfortingly. “You get it,” you murmur. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he soothes, his hand lifting off your knee, his arm wrapping around your shoulder instead. “I’ve got you.” You let yourself lean into his touch, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Let’s take your mind off things, yeah?”

You nod against him, not wanting to move away, not wanting to separate from him. He feels so nice, so solid. “What did you have in mind?” You ask, hoping it doesn’t involve getting up.

“Wanna play a game?” He offers, turning his head to look down at you. You smile widely, almost mockingly. “What?” He chides. “You think I don’t know how to have fun?”

You laugh softly. “I just don’t see you as a game guy, Lo,” you confess. He chuckles, and you can feel his laughter reverberating through his chest. “Can you even think of one to play?”

Logan’s still laughing, shaking his head. “What about truth or dare?” He ever so slightly pulls you in closer, his lips pressed against the side of your head. 

You giggle, feeling light for the first time in a long time. “Are we in seventh grade?” You ask teasingly. You felt like a teenager, honestly—being next to Logan always made you feel like a love-sick schoolgirl. But you know you and him could never be. You were younger than Logan—everyone was—but you, being in your 20s, assume that Logan doesn’t see you the way you see him. 

He just shakes his head and laughs, pulling you back to reality. “Truth or dare?” He asks, ignoring your middle school comment and officially starting the game. 

You don’t want to get up, don’t want to move an inch, so you answer: “Truth,” hoping it isn’t anything too crazy. 

Logan thinks for a second, his head resting on yours. “Why’d you pick truth instead of dare?” He finally asks. 

You roll your eyes. “Boring!” You tease. “I only picked it because I don’t feel like moving.” And then you realize…perhaps your answer is more revealing than you previously considered. Your heart thunders in your chest. 

Logan hums. “And why don’t you want to move, exactly?” He’s onto you. 

“You asked your question, you got an answer,” you protest, trying to shut him down. “No follow-up questions.” It’s your turn now. “Truth or dare?” You ask. 

“Truth,” he says. “Because maybe I don’t feel like moving either.”

You smile, and you can feel him looking down at you. You’re too nervous to meet his gaze. You think for a moment, racking your brain for a question. “Did you really stay home for me, and was it all your own idea?” You finally ask. You regret the question almost immediately, fearful of the honest answer. 

“Yes,” he responds without a beat. “Jean said you were staying in, and said she didn’t know why, so I stayed too.” He pauses, and you can hear his steady breathing amidst the silence. “I was worried, princess.” The pet name burns a hole through your heart. “Needed to know that you were okay.”

You can feel tears building behind your sinuses. “Thank you, Lo,” you whisper. “That means a lot.”

He presses the ghost of a kiss to the crown of your head—almost not quite there. But you can feel it, hesitant and tentative. “It’s nothing, no need to thank me.” You finally find the courage to look up at him and find him smiling down at you. His lips part. “Truth or dare?” He asks again. 

You can feel some sort of tension brewing, building, thick and heavy. You try to ignore it, try to brush it off. Your heart hammers in your chest. “Truth,” you pick again. “But get a little more creative this time.”

He pauses, the gears in his head turning. And then finally: “Why’s your heart beating so fast? It’s loud, too.” 

Your eyes widen, suddenly remembering Logan’s heightened senses. He can hear everything. “Uh…” You trail off, not sure how to get out of this. “I-It’s not…”

He laughs. “You’re a terrible liar. You know that?” His voice is deep and honeyed, smooth. “You gotta answer the question, or I get to ask another.”

“Those are not the rules!” You protest, lifting your head to look at him. He’s got that shit-eating grin on his face, the one that makes your stomach drop. 

He tugs you into his chest again, his lips at the shell of your ear. “Then answer the question,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, sending a chill down your spine. He’s so close. Too close. Your heart is only beating faster, louder now. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper. But of course, you know. It’s all because of him. “Just anxious, I guess.” It’s a half-truth—you’re certainly nervous, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him why. 

“No need to be nervous, sweetheart,” Logan coos, his thumb brushing circles into your shoulder. “It’s just me.”

Yes, exactly, you want to say. It’s you. But you don’t. You try to steady your breathing, try to calm down. “My turn,” you force yourself to say. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he says darkly. “And make it good.” You can hear the cockiness in his voice—a sudden shift in his tone. 

“We should just call this truth or truth,” you say, mulling over a question in your mind. It’s hard to think with him this close—hard to breathe. You want to rile him up, to find out what makes him tick—to make him itch the way he makes you. And then it hits you: the perfect question. “When was the last time you…” You stop yourself, suddenly too nervous to ask. 

“When was the last time I what, darlin’?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, raising his eyebrows. 

You huff. You’ve fallen into your own trap. There’s no backing out now. “When was the last time…” You pause again, biting your lip. You close your eyes. “…somebody got you off?” 

“Been a while,” he says simply. Your eyes flutter open, and Logan is completely relaxed, his eyes trained on you. He isn’t annoyed. He’s unbothered, unprovoked, as if you had asked him what the weather was going to be like tomorrow. “But it depends on how you mean. So, what do you mean?” He finishes. 

You’re slightly frustrated by how easy it was for him to answer. “I don’t know,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders. “Whatever the last time was.”

“Few years back, not particularly proud of it,” he huffs. “Girl took care of me in a bar. That was it.” 

You nod. “Must’ve been nice,” you whisper, suddenly feeling a bit disheartened. You catch his drift; you know it didn’t mean anything. You likely didn’t know Logan at that time, having only arrived at the Institute two years ago. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous, shouldn’t care that he was ever with someone else, even for a fleeting moment. You’ve had boyfriends. You’ve been with other people. 

“It was fine. Just a blowjob.” He says it nonchalantly. “Didn’t mean a thing.” You look straight ahead, waiting for him to elaborate. But he doesn’t. “Truth or dare?” He finally asks. 

“Truth.” Your fake, plastered-on smile becomes real when his eyes meet yours. It’s just what happens when you look at him. “And make it interesting.”

The corner of his mouth turns up slyly, and you know he has something up his sleeve. “When was the last time somebody did that to you?” He asks. 

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?” But you already know exactly what he’s asking. And you desperately do not want to give him the answer.

“Got you off, like that,” he husks. “With their mouth.”

Fuck. “Uh…” You trail off. You can feel heat spreading across your chest and up your neck, your skin prickling. “Never,” you say honestly. 

“What?” Logan’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. “Never?”

You’re suddenly embarrassed. Your skin feels tight—so do your shorts and tank top. “Never,” you repeat, looking down at your knees, still pulled in tightly to your chest. Your heart beats rapidly. “Just hasn’t happened yet,” you choke out. “I’ve been with people, but…”

“Hey,” he whispers, suddenly grabbing your chin and angling you up to face him. “It’s okay,” he soothes. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, princess.”

You smile shyly, reveling in his touch. “You didn’t,” you insist honestly. “Just a little embarrassed.”

Logan shakes his head, his eyes softening. “Nothing to be embarrassed about,” he assures. “You deserve to be taken care of.” His hand slides across your jaw and cups the back of your neck. “Deserve to feel good.”

Your eyes flutter closed at his touch. “Lo,” you whisper, struggling to keep your composure. Heat pools between your thighs. “Tr-truth or dare.”

His forehead presses to yours. “I think we’re done with the game, pretty girl,” he rasps, the arm around your shoulder slipping down to your waist. “Unless I get to give you a dare this time.”

“What’s the dare?” You ask, your eyes fluttering back open. His lips are so close. Your noses touch softly.

He works his jaw, licking his lips. “Let me eat you out, pretty girl,” he pants, his chest heaving against yours. “Let me take care of you like you should’ve been already.” He hates the idea that you’ve never been touched properly, the idea that those younger guys didn’t know how to treat you right. But he can fix that. He can make you feel good.

“Fuck,” you curse, his breath fanning across your lips. “A-are you sure?” You ask. “I don’t want you to do it just because you feel bad for me or—” “You think that’s what this is about?” He cuts you off, pulling you closer so that your body faces his, your thighs slotting together like puzzle pieces. “You think I want this just because I feel bad for you?”

“Well…” You search his eyes. “Yes,” you say. 

Logan’s face falls, and he shakes his head. “I want you, pretty girl,” he pants, his knee rubbing against your aching core. “Wanted you this whole time.” His palm presses firmly against your back, his other hand gripping your neck tighter. He wants, no, needs you closer. “You ruined me the second I saw you. Haven’t been with anyone since then.”

“Logan,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to his neck. “I want you too. Always have,” you confess.

He smiles, his lips pressing a chaste kiss to yours. “Then let me do this for you,” he rasps, almost begging, like he needs this more than you do. “Need to make you feel good, beautiful.” “Please,” you breathe. “Want you so bad, Lo.”

He curses under his breath, his lips capturing yours, harder this time. This kiss is starving, all-consuming. His tongue swipes across your lower lip, and you open your mouth, inviting him inside. He lowers you down carefully, sure not to break the kiss, guiding your back to the wood floor below. 

His thighs rest on either side of your hips as he hovers over you, bracing himself with his forearm. His free hand trails up your body, exploring your curves, hiking your shirt above your breasts. He smirks against your lips at the realization that you have no bra on. 

“Look at you,” he mumbles, rolling a nipple under his thumb, palming your breast. “Fucking perfect.” His fingertips drag to the other side, massaging you gently, taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching softly. “Can smell you, you know,” he grunts. “Know you’re soaking for me, darlin’.”

His hand slides between the valley of your breasts, trailing down your stomach, until his fingertips bump into the waistband of your panties. He hesitates, looking down at you, waiting for you to change your mind, to tell him to stop. “Please,” you beg. “Need you, Lo.”

Logan smirks, his hand slipping under the hem of your shorts and inside your panties. “Love it when you call me that, sweetheart,” he groans. His fingertips flick your clit gently before finding your folds, feeling your arousal. “Barely even touched you,” he tuts. “And she’s already crying for me.”

He prods your entrance, spreading your slick, teasing you. He bites your lips, sucking so hard he might bruise—might draw blood—and you hope he does. You want proof that he was here, proof that he wants you—needs you this badly. You moan as his fingers find your clit again, drawing a few soft circles before pulling away, his hand slipping out of your shorts. 

You grab his biceps needily, impatiently, your nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop,” you cry out. “Please, Logan.” 

He swallows your moans with another kiss, his lips trailing down to your jaw, then your neck—that sensitive spot just under your ear. “Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he soothes, biting down on your pulse point, licking the hollow of your throat. “Don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He nips at your collarbone, shoving your tank top further up your chest as his lips drag down the valley of your breasts. 

He kisses his way to your stomach, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your legs. His palms spread across your inner thighs, yanking them apart. He settles between them, his face just inches from your heat. He presses a chaste kiss to your clit, still all too clothed, hidden behind your panties. 

“Lo,” you whine. He breathes you in, pressing another kiss to your clit. He digs his fingers into the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. 

“Wanna take my time with you, sweetheart,” he grunts, finally throwing your panties to the side. He spreads your legs wider, his face settling back between your thighs. You can feel his breath against your cunt, warm and teasing. “Wanna take care of you.” His lips finally find your clit again, and he licks at you. 

His tongue is soft, warm, wet. He laps at you again, harder this time, and you moan his name. “Fuck,” you curse as he licks a long stripe through your folds and back up to your clit, flicking the bud. Your legs twitch, your hips backing away involuntarily at the newfound pleasure. Logan’s hands slide under your ass, yanking you back to his face. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbles teasingly against you, the vibration of his deep, bassy voice rocking your core. “Not letting you go until I’m done with you, darlin’.”

You curse under your breath as he licks another long, slow stripe through your folds before settling on your clit. His tongue draws gentle circles around the bud, and you can’t hold back the loud moan that falls from your lips. 

“Yeah?” Logan husks between laps. “Feels good, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, looking down at Logan, his face buried against your cunt. His eyes are trained on yours, watching your every move, taking in the way you’re squirming for him. “D-didn’t know it would feel this good, Lo.”

“Gonna try something, okay?” He says, his eyes searching yours. You nod emphatically, bracing yourself. His lips wrap around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the bud as he pulls it into his mouth. And then he sucks, hard. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your back arching off the floor.

He releases the bud, and does it again, sucking harder this time. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, pleasure coursing through your veins. “Logan!” You cry out, your nails digging into the floor below, searching for purchase. “Fuck!” He laps at you soothingly, drawing tighter, faster circles around your clit. 

“You okay?” He coos between laps, his tongue swirling rapidly. 

You swallow, meeting his gaze again. The sight of him between your legs, working your clit, his hair a disheveled mess—it’s overwhelming. “Yeah,” you heave. “More than okay.”

He smirks against you and wraps his lips around your clit again, sucking on the bud like hard candy. His right hand slides out from under your ass, trailing up your inner thigh. Your heart thunders in your chest as his fingertips find your folds, spreading your slick, your walls clenching down around nothing. 

“Know you need ‘em, pretty girl,” Logan croons, two fingers nudging your entrance. “Beg for it.”

But he’s sucking on your clit again, making it impossible to say a word. You whimper, your legs trembling. “P-please,” you stutter, choking on air. “Need…” You trail off, your eyes fluttering closed. You swallow harshly. “Need your fingers, Lo,” you finally manage. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, shoving two fingers deep inside you, down to his knuckles. 

“Fuck, thank you,” you whine, moaning his name as his fingers stretch you out. You suddenly feel so full, so warm, so close. He pulls out, only to plunge back in, deeper this time. He’s lapping at you with reckless abandon—a man starved, like you’re the air he needs to breathe. Your walls flutter around him, the liquid heat in your lower belly threatening to burst. 

“Tastes so good,” Logan mumbles against you, his long, thick fingers thrusting in and out. He hits that sweet spot deep inside you with every pump. “Such a sweet little pussy. Tastes better than I imagined.” You’re crumbling underneath him. His words alone might push you over the edge. “Nothing compares to you, you know that?”

Your walls flutter again, his fingers sinking deeper inside you. “You like that?” Logan husks. “Like knowing how much I want you? How much I need you?”

“Yes,” you groan, his fingers fucking into you, faster now. His teeth graze your clit as he pulls the bud back into his mouth and sucks roughly. “N-need you, too. Always.” 

“I know, pretty girl,” he soothes, scissoring inside you, dragging along your walls. He laps at you, his tongue stroking your clit. “Not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

You curse under your breath. You can feel yourself melting, your walls contracting and releasing. “Lo,” you call. “I’m so close. Wanna…” You trail off, unable to finish. 

“Can feel you squeezing me, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back. Let it happen,” he coaches, rocking into you. “Wanna taste you, wanna feel you come on my fingers.” He laps at you between sentences. “Come for me. Know you can do it.” And then everything is white-hot and blazing.

It’s earth-shattering—better than anything has ever felt before. The tension snaps, heat boiling under your skin. Everything is blurry, hazy, dizzied as you let go, and let go hard. You cry out Logan’s name, your thighs shaking as waves of pleasure drag you under. Your bones are burning, scorching. Everything is on fire—overwhelming and greedily all-consuming. 

Logan’s pumps slow, and he carefully pulls out of you. He laves at you, his tongue pushing through your folds, milking you dry, savoring every last drop. 

“Logan,” you whisper, your hands reaching down to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp. 

He hums against you, unwavering as his tongue laps at your folds, tasting your release. 

You’re still shaking, still coming down from your high. “Logan,” you call again, and he looks up this time, lifting his face from your cunt. Your release glistens on his chin, and he licks his lips clean of you. His eyes are dark, his palms squeezing your thighs possessively. 

“I’m not done yet, sweetheart,” he says, demand clear in his voice. 

Your heart flutters in your chest as he climbs up your body, hovering over you again. His lips find yours. “You taste that?” He mumbles, kissing you again, harder this time. “You taste how sweet you are?”

“Y-yes,” you answer, his hand sliding down your body, slipping between your legs, finding your overstimulated clit. 

He pinches the bud lightly, your back arching off the ground, your breasts pressing to his all-too-clothed chest. “Need more of you,” he husks, his hand dragging back up your body. He sits up and pulls you into his chest, taking all your weight as he hoists you up and stands. You instinctually wrap your legs around his waist. 

He places you in the center of your bed before striding across the room, closing and locking your bedroom door. “They’ll all be home soon,” Logan says, walking back towards you, spreading your legs and settling between your thighs. “Might have to be quiet for me, darlin’.”

“W-what do you—”

And then his face is buried deep inside your cunt, his tongue lapping desperately at your clit. “I told you,” he rasps. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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[rigels-nigels]

:p

[crimswnred]

I've just gotten back home from work so I'm a little late to the party, however...

LITG SEASON 8: TEMPTING FATE — VOLUME 2: thoughts, concerns and prayers

first of all yesss more hair booooo paywall, fusebox get it together??? (at least they are pretty but again that's the bare minimum)

anyway, here's my girl with her new hair

why do all of the girls' nightwear look like I'm on a strip club and they're asking me if I want something to drink

it's so over for you Theo

honestly she's too good for him anyway

okay kiss challenge!!!! let me snog everyone

I don't want any more of that "peck" crap we want FULL ON SNOGS, TONGUE AND CHAOS

Jin: "Nap, then results?" Hamish would be so proud of him

okay, so you rate me EIGHT just so I feel like I have to pay to have one extra kiss, your game is a dirty as ever Fusebox

date time!!!! going with Jin ❤️

LMAO Jack is kinda funny

so sad to see a baddie doing too much to keep a man in love island 💔 Luna I'm so sorry you didn't deserve it your only crime was being coupled up with the one guy I want

oh. so about the terrace scene...

first of all, super sweet gem scene. it seemed like a super important one for it to be a gem scene though. so idk I'm a bit lost.

Jin is a walking red flag 😭 this boy is soooo gonna flip on me when the next hot girl shows up!! but let's enjoy the ride

and Luna... girl... was it ever that serious?

the award for worst outfit design goes to 👇

and the one for BEST outfit design goes to 👇

like wow wowza mmmhmm yeah! this man is hot hot HOT 🔥🔥🔥

I had to kiss him HE IS SO FINEEEEEEEEEEE

oh, Jack is kinda sweet... if he looked more like Lewie/Alex he would be favourite boy of the season for sureeee

keep the compliments coming, darling

I had to kiss him too. you know, to be polite.

but it was just a peck, tho

okay, NOW JIN!!!

having a spicy conversation with the guy I want to fuck and his currently girl isn't how I planned to spend my afternoon but here we go

"You're adventurous. You're fun to be around. And you'd make every sight even more beautiful", "Okay. Where's the punch line?", "There isn't one :)" OKAY GAG ME WITH THE WRITING

FUNNY BOY WHO'S A HISYORY NERD? OH OKAY!!!! BIG T??? NO IT'S BIG J!!!!!! JIMOTHY!!!

lmao Sophie mixing the boys up she's so me

Claudia is a real one let me tell you that

she's nice, she doesn't force herself upon us, she's polite, she give us all the tea, and she even help us to graft on the boys behind their girls' backs. like, THAT'S MY GIRL

and if Theo doesn't step up she will DEFINITELY be mine

TIME TO PICK MY BOY LET'S GOOOOOOOO

so sad to see Luna go, I really like her :/

lmao???????????

I TAKE BACK EVERY GOOD THING I SAID ABOUT JACK WTFFFF 😭😭😭😭

he was so out of pocket ?? what's your deal man, are you jealous I picked Jin instead of you? we kissed ONCE. be sooooooooo for real rn

okay Sophie you can join your boy in this bullshit he still cheated on you with me when you weren't looking (and he probably would do it again)

no. I won't forgive you?? you were basically calling me a whore back then and now you are SORRY? don't say something you'll regret later that's not cute.

and he's supposed to be serious?

anyway, stressful night over. time to go to bed with my babygirl Jin

BITS BITS BITS BITS

29 gems to go all the way? what is this?

they could've make the scene a little longer but they have gotten way better ever since the writers dropped the word crescendo

MR TYLER WHO ARE YOU?

still not 100% sure if I'm going with Jin or Oakley but I'm leaning towards Jin, I'm not gonna lie 😁 I did some stuff that will fuck me over on movie night if fusebox finally learnt how to code (which they prolly didn't so I guess I'm safe)

I really enjoyed this episode except for the part when Jack and Sophie went full on villain mode but if the narrative made sense all of the time it wouldn't be LITG, right?

anyway, let's see what this Tyler guy is about... see you all next week 🫶

[thepineconelord]

Not be to the literal last person on earth to post about the ghost-maker catman dc pride appearance, but I’ve just read it and I have thoughts. 

So catman, Thomas Blake. A character my old old man of a father was familiar with, but I had never seen before in my life. This is probably because he’s made no significant appearances since like 2014(as far as I could tell). His list of accomplishments on Wikipedia is depressingly short(but does include being raked 9th on this list of comic sexymen) and his bisexuality was established...kinda(to be fair it was 2014 and I think the writer did her best) (this was in Secret Six vol 4 #1 btw)

Also he looked good back in 2014 wowza

So why him and ghost-maker? From a character perspective, Catman seems to have been in the game of pissing off batman(something I’m sure ghost-maker appreciates), and hes also got a level of skill and moral compass that are compatible with ghost-maker’s. From a writer’s perspective,,,ghost-maker wants to be Better Than Batman, anything batman has he has too. Batman has a vaguely villainous cat themed lover, so ghost-maker needs one also.

Anyway, I really enjoyed this short story, best of luck to these bisexual nerds. (We also get the first ever Khoa narration!!!)

Sidenote: can we apreciate this exchange

“you’re going to start purring aren’t you” <-Hilarious shit right there

(for the sake of not being a downer I’m not going to yell about the inconsistencies in having Catman know Khoa’s name I’m just gonna ignore it I am strong and so so normal haha)

[vntako]

vn in a bottle: her tears were my light

ah i've found something very nice

decided to read some short vns to figure out how to write one and i thought this first one i went for appropriately explicitly defined starts, middles, and endings as part of it's narrative. along with the whole time travel shebang (you play as time) i found this was a bit too appropriate for what i was deciding to write but thought hey this is the universe nudging me gently into finishing the thing.

the story starts with time all alone, and finding space. i love the whole love at first sight schtick, oh and there's an implication of fated lovers thing ("it's like i've met you before" and all that jazz)

space is very cute

i find it difficult to talk about this game without spoiling it bc it's really short and there's not much to say about the exposition apart from space being super cute (the whole thing is around ~30 mins for me, at least less than an hour)

well, to be a bit less vague, i like the story's themes of loneliness. relationships are a complex thing, and memories aren't so reliable sometimes. and people do ultimately change. we misunderstand, we discuss, we compromise. i like that the story reminds us to do our best to try not to leave anyone in our lives lonely.

oh the the fluff between the characters is great, i like a lot

OH forgot to mention the music, it's super good. it fits over the emotional parts so well, especially the true ending song geez. also there are vocal tracks in the extras using eleanor forte and they're really good i need them on like, spotify to put in a playlist (one of them is there, it wasn't my fav but this is pretty nice)

go play this game it's free on itch over here you can play it in your browser no downloads just a bit of loading time

her tears were my light by NomnomNami (itch.io)

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if it gets you to play it you should know you get to kiss the girls

so you have to save space from being killed by this other girl nil, and she has the power to stop you from rewinding so you gotta start at the start every time you try to save space

the whole "doing different things but always leading to the same result" (insanity) plot line is very appealing to me, and this vn has that. space is killed every time you try to reset. you reset anyway. wowza. i love that.

eventually, we find out nil and space are the same, which is implied by their similar appearances and parallels and stuff. i like that, that's cool, so at that point the goal for you is to reconcile the two of em despite them being polar opposites of each other (space is the girlfailure and nil is the girlboss)

it genuinely hurt me resetting out of the nil ending btw, i didn't get a screenshot but jeezums (nil is best girl sorry)

a few resets in you get to have this moment with space

it's great

i don't like that this kiss decides you abandon nil, though. well, you come around eventually.

you get the true beginning by talking things out with nil, making up for what you've done (even if you don't remember), and deciding not to abandon either of them. that's great, i like that a lot. talking is good.

nil is super cute

to talk a bit more, i like how nil gets so desperate to the point that time misunderstands her intentions. i think, that like happens a fair bit in real life. heck if someone forgot about me to go and have fun with someone else i would uh, die. time hears her out eventually and they come to a compromise and it all works out for the three of them. they both forgive each other. and space doesn't die (yay)

the true beginning is basically a poly ending and that makes this vn a 10/10

[non-neutoniangender]

So like. I've been listening to campaign 1 in the car since life said put 6k miles on your car this summer. And I'm proud of myself, I think I will finally finish the damn thing and then there's just C3 to catch up on..... anyway boy do I have thoughts

I'm so fucking glad they banished the sword, he was bad news.

Also huge kudos to Matt for not telling Travis what the sword was doing to him until after. Such a good way to work with their lack of identify. Although I'm sure this incident is the reason they now always have an identify spell on hand.

Liam, you don't have to go that hard and be that intense and brooding. But like I love Vax for it. Do not go far from me slaps. The kiss w/ keyleth before umbrasyl. Amazing.

Sam. Oh my god. I didn't think you'd do it, but like wow. You really just asked both pikes grandfather and only real father figure and pike herself to marry you.......... like. This dynamic is so confusing. This kinda explains the ending they get in the campaign guide. Bug wowza. Sam always out there with putting 110% into the games and the bits and the characters.

So excited to listen to more and hopefully finish the campaign!!!

[team-avia]

How do I know which ending I get, or if there is anyway to tell?

On another note, dear wowza this game was good. I expected it to be like a fun lil quick hour or 30 mins but wow was I wrong

It is long and very well written and just shdhbfbd

thank you!! pissing off characters generally leads you to ??? endings. as for the others, you can't really tell 😭

my advise for getting romantic endings is to put your entire bussy into romancing them!

finch

[blackberry-mochi]

TODAY IS KAIMA'S ANNIVERSARY (I mean………. technically on itch it tells me it was released at 12:30AM on the 24th, but official sources claim it was released on the 23rd, and frankly 12:30AM is basically still the previous day) SO HERE'S AN IMAGE OF (true) SEARINA USING THE UNUSED SPECIAL CALLED "Hug!" ON ILLI!!! (It's there in the code I promise. I didn't look but it's gotta be there. You just don't see it because the game ends right as soon as SEARINA gets her soul back.)

Replayed KAIMA before drawing this and wowza……. I forgot how much swearing there was in it, pff. It's charming in a way though. ANYWAY KAIMA (the game) GOOD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NEW KAIMA (the location)!!!!!

[fatuismooches]

ur new pantalone fic... wowza 😳❤️❤️❤️ ty for the pantalone content, i cant imagine how hard it is to write for him w the little information we have abt him! 🥺❤️❤️

Thank you so much!😭💓 I had to pull out all the stops because I have a lot of silly little ideas for him and I wanted to mash them all together sort of. My biggest problem is how we don't know their real names... it's kinda a pain to keep referring to Pantalone as he/him during the childhood part... Anyway I have my own little interpretation of that beautiful gorgeous man so here are some of the things I think of him:

Probably was an orphan or was abandoned as a child. Grew up resenting everyone, either had no one at all, or had someone who ended up dying which caused him a lot of anger/hurt further fueling his desire to become rich (along with the vision part too) Feels like he also got revenge on anyone who wronged him after he became a Harbinger.

Speaks veryyy suavely and can swoon a lot of people with ease. But this is a double edged sword because he can ruin people in a couple of words as well. So everyone knows not to get on his bad side.

He smells really good. Don't ask me why, I just know. I don't know if it's been said in the game but I think he's one of the better Harbingers to work under. He knows how to keep his temper and works things out logically.

I have more but idk how to put it I need it to be sparked first💀😭 (Conclusion Pantalone is <33 simply divine bros gorgeous elegant everything)

[baronaliswritingcorner]

We'll Be Back With TOS Stray Thoughts After These PMTTYD-Related Messages

Hey, Tales of Symphonia faithful! If you're wondering where my quirky write-ups regarding that 2004 GameCube RPG have gone, I've set them aside for the time being as I've dived headfirst into a remake of *another* formative RPG in Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door. (Also a Gamecube game! Wowza! What a coinkydink.) As you may expect, all this indulging upon when Paper Mario was actually good Mario nostalgia is taking up all my precious time, so I'm putting the TOS replay on the backburner until I wrap up my Rogueport adventures. You can expect that within a week or so -- in the meantime, did you catch my last write-up?

On top of that, well, I've been drafting/penning the absurdist Colloyd wedding like crazy and I'm trying to get it all done by June 15th -- Colloyd Day. Hoo boy, guys, I'm not kidding --you know it's a good sign when I'm cracking up writing the latest comedy fic. As always in the Baronverse, things are getting so zany that it's all rapidly inflating to the point where we're likely looking at a multi-chap fic. Could be two chapters, might be three, who knows. All I know is, I'm having the time of my life drafting all this and if you breathe Colloyd like you need air, then you'll want to read this. (Actually breathing said fic via nostrils is not recommended.) Anyway, I'll see you all purty soon.

[project-wildcard]

The Backstory!

Charlie's parents are treasure hunters who search the world for ancient and powerful artefacts so that they can lock them away from the world and keep their ancient powers out of the hands of others who would misuse them. This pays pretty well given there's frequently other treasures hurried with them so Charlie had a pretty comfortable life. When Charlie's mother got pregnant they stepped away from their work to raise their child. They were good parents to Charlie, they were very attentive to their needs and did everything they could to keep Charlie safe and healthy, but a few weeks after Charlie's 5th birthday they decided to go back to work after a certain villain got hold of one of the ancient artefacts they would have sealed away had they been hunting for it.

When their parents left they paid for private mentors for Charlie, who, alongside the usual school subjects, gave them what would pretty much be considered superhero training. It was intense and somewhat unforgiving, and Charlie didn't have any powers, but they became very skilled in pretty much everything. They never questioned it because they knew their parents work was dangerous and assumed it was all just for their own safety.

From then on Charlie pretty much only ever saw their parents on Holidays and birthdays, and every few years they'd have some downtime from treasure hunting for a few weeks that they'd spend together. Charlie was lonely as a kid and their parents understood that. So when they were 14 their parents eventually put them in high school.

They enjoyed highschool, although in their first year they were seen as "the cool new kid" and got befriended by the "cool kids". One day when they were hanging out at Charlie's house, a game of truth or dare led to Charlie being dared to mess with any of the objects on display in their parents' vault. They touched the deck, it embedded itself in them, and they entered Wild mode (I will have a full post on Wild mode eventually, I know I haven't mentioned it yet). During the chaos that followed their friends ran from them and they unleashed many of the artefacts from their parents vault.

When Charlie woke up the next day their parents were already home. They were tested and their parents decided that while the risk was there for Charlie to enter Wild form again, it would be smart to train them to use their powers. They were pulled from school to focus on their training. Charlie was unhappy with this but went with it anyways. They felt uneasy about using their powers but as they gained more control they started to be able to use a handful of them without any active form.

When they were 16 though, they drew a joker from the cursed deck again. They lost control, hurt their parents and destroyed a lot of the house. Once their parents calmed them down and brought them back to being Charlie, they got angry, they quit training, decided they wouldn't be drawing from the deck anymore, and they went back to school. Their old friend group avoided and ignored them. So they went to a small group of people who their old friends had bullied the first time they were in school and joined them.

They finished highschool and went to college, paid for by their parents although they hadn't seen them since they stopped training, still holding resentment for pushing them to try and use their powers. They are now roommates with their highschool friend group, and they began volunteering at an animal shelter near the college. They use their powers to help around the neighborhood but they would never want to deal with any big villains because they know they'd need to draw from the cursed deck to be able to handle it.

Wowza. Took a very long time to make this. I had to decide what I wanted to be detailed on and what I wanted to leave vague. Please do ask questions because I left a lot of things vague so that I can give more details individually. I also left a few things vague so I can tell those stories myself outside of a summary of backstory.

[t4tbedehopmar]

yeah we start mid august here it sucks 💔 but at leats its my last yr in mandatory schooling yeahhh !!!!!!! ( the. dread. i will be an adult wowza )

AND ALSO OH MY GOODNESS THERE IS A LOT GOING ON IN UR ESSAY /POS it was very silly HOP SEEMS LIKE HE NEEDS HUGS TBH. everyone is after his self confidence goodness ( except marnie woahh wahr a queen we love ) ANYWAYS i think i actually rmbr some of this stuff from watching my sister play swsh :00 !!!!! i think hop shld be the champion maybe. hes so shounen protagonist to me /silly HE DESERVES IT FROM WHAT UU WROTE gehqvwhshs banging my fists on the table

wow that sure does suck...... here we start in september and i mean that sucks but it's sm worse for u :c BUT THAT'S SO COOL i'm still away from that...... plus my parents want me to go to uni so yeah :') and being an adult seems hard...... at least there's no one telling u what to do all the time and u have more freedom!!

IKKKK i was gonna write smth short but i kind of got carried away haha...... AND HE DOES NEED A HUG he's literally so nice to u thru out the game and even after u destroy his dreams he's still so nice to u 💔💔 well yeah i was very mean back then BUT HEY WE'RE BUDDIES NOW!!!!!! best mates even dkhfjjdjdk ok that sounds very stupid but he wld say that :') AND YEAH MARNIE'S THE BEST she's the nicest....... AND OOOOO I DIDN'T KNOW UR SISTER PLAYED!!!!!!!! how wld ik that tho. COUGHS but yup that's pretty cool! and while i think he should be the champion he also does have fun being the assistant professor! i mean, he's gonna be professor at some point!! very proud of him <33 and he also gets to be a neo champion in pokemas alongside me/bede and marnie! i love that event very obviously <- my theme is literally the outfits from that event COUGHS ANYWAYS yup i'm very sane 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

[elemmacil]

SORRY I GOT EXCITED AND COULDN’T DECIDE ANYWAY HERE’S FOUR: 😅🛠🎶🎉

awuh thanks emica ;u; ♥♥♥

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

NO EMBARRASSMENT, ONLY SHAMELESS SELF-INDULGENCE!

Genuinely, though, there isn't anything that comes immediately to mind. Sometimes I begin to feel embarrassed about how flowery I can get, but then I shrug it off. Who cares. Who cares! I've only got so long to romanticize the hell out of this rotten, wonderful life.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I used to use word exclusively, because it was what I'd always used. Then I began writing a huge, involved project with a good friend of mine and they insisted on using google docs for ease of access. This was two years ago, ish. And WOWZA the ability to write in The Document anywhere changed the game for me. I said goodbye to scribbling notes on spare pieces of paper, the back of receipts, or in the notes app, and the amount of writing -- proper writing -- I could get done on a daily basis skyrocketed.

Then my mother gifted me her old ipad, and I got a keyboard case for it, and now I'm basically unstoppable. For better or worse.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Sometimes! I have a certain tendency (which you can attest to from video evidence lol) to DANCE and SING uncontrollably when there is music playing. I love listening to music, and I make playlists or dream up ideas while listening, but usually that's done in the car or while I'm weight lifting/running.

Current loop song is "Hallowed Be Thy Name" but that has...nothing to do with any of the stories I'm writing, lmao. IT'S JUST A VIBE.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If I can come back to a project after a while, having forgotten some of the details and how much I agonized over it, and be moved and surprised and amused by my own story -- that's one of the greatest feelings in the world. That's success to me.

But of course, it's always nice to have outside validation and encouragement. When somebody tells me they've been moved to tears, or even better, to laughter, that feels super excellent. I think that's probably pretty universal, for storytellers.

Tangentially... having people to talk to about my writing and all that, that's actually very new for me!! For years I wrote and didn't share, or shared and then deleted the works in a fit of pique, or I dreamed up ideas but didn't put them to paper, etc. It's a little wild, a little heady, to know people enjoy what I'm writing, right now??? And I'm super grateful and glad I'm confident enough to share without being afraid of failure (well, not that much).

[deckof-dragons]

I have finished Saint's story now too and wowza, they sure were the right one to to do last. I'm glad I went back and finished Hunter and Monk first. And just for the record, I didn't have to turn cheats back on because it never grew super frustrating. And by halfway though, having the Monk gates on wasn't necessary either as I always had fairly high Karma.

Also, I think Saint has overtaken Artificer as my fav slugcat. I was worried about their tongue ability at first because I always found using the string worms to be a bit annoying but it was actually really good. And then their Ascend ability was grand, so much fun to just say 'nope, not today' to all the enemies, including the leviathans in Shoreline.

I Ascended both Pebbles and Moon. At first I felt kinda bad about Moon but then upon seeing her in Rubicon, I knew it was the right thing to do. That's the goal they were built to achieve after all. It was good to see them reunited too. (I assume her and/or Pebbles wouldn't be there if they aren't Ascended.)

Anyway, great game! Its for sure on my list of games that have a special place in my heart. I'm real glad I discovered it and decided to give it a go.

I guess I could and might try out the arena and expedition stuff now. See what they're like. There's still a little bit of time before Tears of the Kingdom comes out after all. I guess I'll decide if I'm in the mood to do that when it comes time to play video games tomorrow.

[woabp]

ya’ll today i had the most sickest (in a good way) dream ever i swear

basically i was in a like a building with a mix of like arcade stuff carnival stuff and trampoline stuff it was so cool

like there were carnival rides in there and arcade games and a bunch of trampolines it was sssick as hell

i found the trampoline area and it was HUGE; there were three very long inflatable slides that you could use to slide down to make it to the area since it was downstairs

though unfortunately my fear of heights did NOT disappear in my dream and i did almost accidentally fall down one, but i grabbed on to the ledge of the slide at the last moment and pulled myself back up (wowzas, nice catch right there woabp)

there were a bunch of arcade games along with playgrounds around the area and there were some pretty cool rides there as well, mind you that this was all indoors too

and there were also some epic lights in there too that probably made everything glow in the dark

that’s all i could remember until i woke up.

the reason why i mentioned the trampoline area the most was because it looked like a part of my dream hadn’t finished the rest since the trampoline area just looked like a continuous plane of trampolines that faded into the darkness ahead which was pretty spooky

anyways that’s all im gonna go watch benjixscarlett’s new animated music video, peace ✌️