#are there even muse dash players out there???

[maskyartist]

sitting here glaring at muse dash on my switch like yknow miku's comin to the game....are you actually gonna make the update work or is this gonna be another damn TEASE-

[servicpop]

loosing a bet delinquent oc x president bttm male reader

It was a bet amongst your friends against some silly game. They all supported one team but you supported the other — whether you actually had a big interest in the game or not, it didn't matter, you still preferred one over the other to win. If your team won, they would have to embarass themselves by wearing a cheerleader outfit, if their team won, vice versa.

What could go wrong? Both teams were good and predicting the win would be difficult.

The flashes of your friend's cameras caused you to hold a hand up to your face, desperately trying to hide the bright pink blush spreading across your cheeks. How did he mess up that last shot? The game was so close and right at the breaking point, the player missed and costed the whole game and your dignity.

It was a skimpy outfit with thigh high tights, no sleeves, and a skirt that probably met your mid-thigh. You could not let Adrien see you in this. Like a group of laughing hyenas, you and your friends finally walked out of the changing rooms, your head glued to the floor as you walked through the hallways. Everyone's eyes were on you and you swore someone wolf-whistled in your direction as a half-assed joke.

"You gotta wear it the whole day, you lost the bet," you felt a harsh clasp on your shoulder and your friend was met with a cold glare. You honestly wish you just bet money at this point. You were about to round the corner when you heard a familiar voice — Adrien's sickly smooth tone. Your heel grounded into the floors and you dashed the other way, ignoring the confused shouts of your friends.

Adrien's head tilted when he watched someone dressed in a pink cheerleader outfit practically run for their life in the other direction. At first, he genuinely thought it was some cheerleader girl who probably missed her practice or something, but the more he stared at the running figure, the more he realised. "Shit, is that prez...?" Earning a nod from the group, a smile curled onto his face. He's totally forgotten how different your friend groups were seeing as they furrowed their eyebrows being so close to a delinquent.

"I'm gonna... get a drink from the vending machine, go on without me," Adrien flashed a toothy grin at the boys and walked in the direction you ran, picking up his speed but not breaking into a sprint. You two still weren't an official or public thing. You hadn't run very far, opting to retreat back to the student council room — people wouldn't come in here willingly anyways. But one person would.

A whistle caught your attention and as you whipped around, Adrien was already in the room, closing and flicking the lock on the door. "What a sight," He chuckled, slinking a hand around your waist to get a better look at you. "It's not what it looks like," you try to defend yourself, pushing at his shoulders as he leans closer. Your back is pressed against the table and he's gripping your hips like you're about to fall.

"How'd you even get this?" Adrien drags his tongue along his teeth flipping up your pink skirt, "Wearin' anything underneath?" He muses, and to his disappointment, you were, but he couldn't complain since it was a pair of lacy white panties. "It just came with the outfit," You mutter, pushing the fabric back down as you turn your head. "And...? You still put it on," Adrien laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You couldn't deny the fact that you had the choice not to put it on, but you still did so you kept quiet.

"Are you mad at me?" His voice is nothing but a whisper now as his head leans dangerously close to your ear. The delinquent has one hand on your waist while the other descends your back, trailing down to your cute skirt, pulling it up enough so that he could push your underwear down. You don't have half the mind to swat his hand away when he's so close to you. He slips the white fabric down just enough, spitting on his fingers before he teases you lightly. Adrien's brownish hair brushes against your ear as his head is positioned right next to yours, peering over your shoulder to look at his hands and your ass.

"You're always mad at me baby, I'm sorry," He cooes a gentle tone but it's deceptive. You flinch when he slips a finger past your rim, your arms instinctively moves to grip his shoulders. "I can't help it when you're dressed so cute," You can't see his face fully, but you know damn well he's smirking.

He's doing that knee thing where its pushed forward enough that if you rutted against it just a little bit, it would send sparks flying through your veins. "Adrien..." was basically the only thing you could whine when he's slipping a second finger, and then a third past that tight ring. He's really overestimating himself. His palm is against your tail bone as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers just right.

"Fuck, why do you have to feel so good, I can't just fuck the prez here," Adrien groans and you catch a glimpse of his eyebrows furrowing, he was genuinely frustrated. "I just wanna dick you down and make you take it like a good boy, I wanna see how loud you can— sorry that's corny," he bites his lip, slightly shivering from his own words. He knew you weren't like that, especially being such a goody-two-shoes; it was like second hand embarrassment from himself. He felt a twinge of guilt, a guy up to no good corrupting an angel like you.

"It's fine," and suddenly Adrien's head clears. Your reassurance was like cupid shooting multiple arrows into his heart, was he having a heart attack or was it just you? Adrien's head moves mechanically, like it was programmed to kiss you right then and there but he stops, short-circuits even. Kissing was out of the question. His relationship with you wasn't like that but oh how bad he wanted to. Adrien let's his head plop onto your shoulder, his fingers finding motivation to speed up, causing your body to straighten up.

He even adds a cruel curl to his fingers, pressing harshly against your prostate. "You're so evil," he murmurs, "Says— you!" You couldn't help the embarrassing moan that rips from your throat, the jerk of your body made you grind against Adrien's clothed knee, the cool fabric of the skirt rubbing against your tip wasn't helping either.

So you're stuck here, humping Adrien's knee as he fingers you from behind. Adrien slips his index finger out, leaving his middle and ring nestled inside you. Somehow, this allowed him to slam his hand deeper, pressing against your prostate once again. You could feel his breath fan over your shoulder, his back rising with each breath as his knee shifts, pushing against the underside of your dick behind the skirt. Your hands claw at his clothing, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips.

His fingers work to aimlessly stretch you out before he pushed them in deeper, stilling them and curling them at random intervals. He was just playing with you at this point. You could feel your orgasm building but you weren't at the edge yet. Adrien seemed to hear your whines and desperate grinding, he smiles, "Alright sorry, sorry, I'll let you cum." He pulls his fingers out, groping your flesh before slapping his fingers against your hole, eliciting a confused gasp out of you.

Before you could open your mouth to insult him, he plunged his fingers into your entrance once more, fingering you as roughly as he could. His other hand that was holding you in place moved to the tent in your skirt. He smiled at the dampness pooling at the fabric, cupping the head of your dick with the fabric wrapped tightly around. The cool sensation of the fabric on your sensitive tip make you squirm, your body was unfamiliar with the feeling. Adrien clenched his arms around you, holding you still as he thrusted his fingers faster, humming at the wet sloppy sound.

You felt your eyes rolling back and your hands balled into fists, leaning on his shoulder for support. "W—wait!" You groaned as your body convulsed from the pleasure, tears welling in your eyes as you came, the mess contained by your skirt. "That's it," Adrien whistled, letting you ride your high out as he rubbed the fabric over your tip for a bit before stopping.

"Keep this," he grinned, "I'd like to see this next time."

a / n ; my motivation is in the dumps right now TT

[idkhowtomakethis]

The Ghosts of Amity Park

Part 3

The weight room was filled with the sound of clanking metal, exhausted grunts, and shitty music from Coach Tetslaff's good ole'days.

Dash was finishing his last set when the fire alarm rang through the school.

"Was there a drill scheduled today?" Kwan inquired.

"No- I think this is real!" Coach Tetslaff exclaimed, "Alright everyone you know the drill- or protocol!" She blew her whistle and everyone dropped what they were doing and moved out towards the gym's back entrance.

"Man, I didn't get my chest in," Kwan whined as they stepped onto the football field.

Dash shrugged, "I just can't believe there might be an actual fire or something."

Lancer and his english class weren't too far behind the gym kids, confused chatter over taking the field.

"Is this real?" Tetslaff asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Mr. Whither radioed from the band room- something caught fire behind the stage, not sure how. Hopefully it wasn't a student," Lancer heaved a heavy sigh, glaring slightly at the students gathered around.

"Damn, I didn't even hear the radio go off."

"Mrs. Tetslaff, language please," Lancer looked like he was slowly dying insde. Maybe he was already dead.

Tetslaff seemed unimpressed, "you should hear some of the things my football players say."

Dash wanted to defend the team- but yeah no, she had a point. He and Kwan looked exchanged a glance and it was clear they were thinking the same thing.

Silence suddenly fell over the field, like everyone was anticipating that something was about to happen.

"...did it- get colder?" Kwan asked, observing the standing hairs on his wrist.

It definitely did- the air felt sharp against Dash's skin. The tanktop he'd been working out it doing him no favors against what was once a nice September day, it was freezing.

Lancer's radio began to make a a nonsensical noise. It sounded as though something was scratching the speaker over and over again, he tried to fiddle with the settings but it seemed to only make the feedback worse.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

"Oh shit this is like- actually legit," someone spoke.

"I think this reaction is proof we do too many drills," Tetslaff mused.

Lancer made a small noise of agreement as he continued to fiddle with the screeching radio.

He groaned, "Hello? Whither? Whither are you there?"

The feedback started to wax and wayne, like it was finalky picking up on something.

"L--- Whith--- evacuate. T-tch mi--"

Lancer stared at the little radio blankly, "Did anyone catch that!?"

"Lancer, Whither, evacuate is all I got," Tetslaff winced, "wait hold on!"

Tetslaff pulled out her radio; fiddling with it the same way Lancer had been.

Hers roared to life, causing her to drop it in surprise.

"TWO STUDENTS MISSING! DANNY FENTON AND TUCKER FOLEY UNACCOUNTED FOR!"

Lancer and Tetslaff stared at the radio in horror. Two students were currently missing and there was nothing they could do.

Dash felt a knot form in his stomach, looking over to Kwan for some form of comfort, but the other looked equally as horrified.

"Nobody panic! Danny and Tucker are smart boys, they probably had to find another way out of the building. Even if they are still in the school the firemen will be here shortly to assure their safety," Lancer supplied, turning a fake, but reassuring smile to the students.

Dash felt a hand on his sleeve and he jolted, eyes darting around for what was making contact with him until his eyes landed on one of Danny's friends.

"...Sam? Right?"

The girl nodded, "Were you Danny's gym buddy last year?"

Dash nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"...did his mile ever get better?" She whispered.

Translation: do you think he's fast/strong enough to survive?

"Yeah, don't worry he'll be fine," Dash nodded, pushing aside the mass of anxiety that was resting on his shoulders. Sam relaxed a little, her posture straightened and she rose to her full height- which wasn't much taller, but she was taller than Danny.

That could also be the platform boots though. Kwan rested a hand on her shoulder and gave her one of those smiles that always seemed to make girls feel better. It didn't seem as effective on Sam, but at least she seemed more at ease.

"Mr. Lancer!" She called, holding her phone up, "Tucker is safe! He's in the staff parking lot with the maintenance crew!"

Lancer and Tetslaff visibly relaxed, "Thank you Ms. Manson."

"How'd he wind up there?" Kwan wondered aloud.

"...I don't know, he didn't say," Sam shrugged.

A ragged, animalistic scream cut through the hardly established peace. Sam's knuckles went white as she gripped her phone, staring at the school building, eyes wide in fear.

Dash's gut lurched.

The wind started to pick up. The sky began to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. The field's light's flickered to life, and Dash felt a buzzing feeling creep up his finger tips.

"What the hell?"

Sam yelped, jumping as one of the lights bursted, "Fucking hell! Who fucked the breaker box?!"

"Everyone move off the field!" Coach Tetslaff barked, motioning for people to run towards the parking lot. The students rushed by her, panic officially setting in.

Danny groaned in pain, "Why am I doing this?!"

A ghost was throwing him around like a rag doll.

Not the first time this had happened, unfortunately, he'd gotten used to seeing other ghosts over the summer. Figured it came with half dead territory.

They either wanted to cause mass chaos, or they were severely disoriented and needed to be returned to their home.

This ghost? Well of course it had to be a dragon bent on chaos.

It roared, flumes of fire spilling from its jaws. Danny was trying to keep it contained but the flames in the band room had become too intense.

He ducked out of the way, fear coursing through him. What was this things problem!?

Danny groaned again, alright he couldn't beat it- but he at least needed to get it out of the school.

How-

He can fly- through the roof if he so desired.

"You know, I'm starting to think these AP classes aren't actually doing me any good!" Danny exclaimed, bolting upwards through the floors and roof of the school.

The ghost dragon was hot on his tail, but if there was one thing Danny had learned over the summer it was that he was fast.

Faster than a lot of ghosts, apparently.

"Thats right! Come and get me!" He called, waving a taunting hand at the dragon. Below he saw his classmates scattering around the school grounds.

He could vaguely decipher their little blobs pointing up at the sky, but their shocked exclamations were too far for his ears.

Danny huffed as they got farther into the dark storm clouds.

Weird, he didn't remember rain being in the forecast.

Whatever.

Now that they were in the sky, where the dragon couldn't hurt anything or anyone Danny realized his mistake.

He had no choice but to keep running- or flying?

A plume of flames was thrown his way again, panicked he held up his hands on instinct, screwng his eyes shut and bracing for the burning feeling to consume him.

Yet the hot feeling never reached his senses- was this a being dead thing? Not feeling pain? Well- no he definitely felt pain. Danny opened his eyes in confusion, observing the green film that was splayed in front of him.

Well, that was convenient.

Danny flew around the dragon, holding this newly aqcuired shield in front if him as he tried to find a weak spot.

The neck was always a good place to start right?

Danny zipped around the dragon in circles to disorient the massive creature, trying to find something that looked sensitive.

He observed the metallic collar around the creature's neck, and idea pricking his brain.

Well, it couldn't hurt to try.

Danny paused, allowing the dragon to quit moving and stew in dizziness. Danny made a beeline for the thick metal, noting the hefty clasp. Fortunately for him strength and gravity worked a lot differently when you were dead.

The collar fell from the dragon's neck, shrinking into a normal sized medallion as it descended to the ground.

Danny stared at the piece of jewelry, perplexed.

"YOU!" A voice screeched.

Danny nearly jumped out if his own ectoplasm as his attention was drawn to a ghostly woman in medieval dress.

"Me?"

"You saved me!" She cried, throwing her spectral arms around Danny, squeezing him tightly.

What? Huh? When? How?

"I'm free to go back to my kingdom! My husband has been waiting so many years," she began to sniffle, "will you show me the way home?" Her tearful eyes made Danny's gut lurch with guilt.

He could only hope she meant the weird parallel world the energy conduit led to.

"I can try- but I need to go and take care of a few things- wait for me...here? I guess," Danny shrugged. Unsure of what else to tell her.

The ghost woman simply nodded, a somber smile gracing her features. Danny sighed and darted back down to the ground, eyes scanning around for the medallion.

...oh that was so gonna bite him in the ass later, but he so did not have the time.

He landed on his feet and repeated his usual matra to himself.

He was Daniel Fenton and he was 16.

When the exhaustion hit, he knew he was ready, an aching feeling that seeped into his bones permeating throughout his whole body.

No one was on the field- which was weird, so Danny jogged out to the parking lot; praying his legs wouldn't give out.

"DANNY!" Sam's voice brought a sense of ease the boy hadn't realized he was craving.

He was tackled, entrapped between Sam's arms, her leather jacket a welcome sensation against his skin.

There were things that grounded him after returning from his deadish state, certain feelings he clung to in desperation to know he was alive.

Sam and Tucker were two of those things.

"...the band room- it's totally gone- I almost got trapped in the boys locker room!" Danny supplied his aliby now while it was fresh on his mind, hoping it didn't sound too suspicious.

"Fahrenheit 451! Are you okay? You weren't burned or anything?!" Mr. Lancer cried, prying Sam off the biy to examine him.

Danny wasn't sure what his physical state looked like currently, but he did know that the dragon had managed to burn him several times. So when Mr. Lancer's face went pale he could only assume it wasn't good.

Danny dared to glance down at his figure, observing the charred rips in his jeans and minor burns on his forearms and hands. Overall, way better than he expected.

"Come with me Mr. Fenton we need to get you to the paramedics," Lancer asserted.

Danny could only nod, taking a trembling step towards his teacher.

His knees buckled and he fell the ground, "Shit." Danny clenched his jaw, new powers tended to take it out of him like this.

Not to mention all the flying he'd done in the past hour, he was barely running on fumes.

He felt Sam's hands on his arms, but she made no movements to help him up, "I think we should make them come to him-"

"Here," a familiar voice graced Danny's ears. He looked up to see Dash, knelt down and extending a hand toward him, "I'll carry you."

"I can wa-" Dash already had Danny in his arms before the younger could protest. The quaterback marched him towards the sirens with ease and the half dead boy wondered briefly if his interesting set of circumstances could affect this, or if Dash really was just that strong.

It could be a bit of both. It wasn't lost on Danny that he'd dropped quite a bit of weight following the accident. Food and hunger not really being a big deal to him anymore.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're really light," Dash hummed. Danny nodded, not really having a response, he just leaned into Dash's chest for a minute. The rythmic thump of Dash's heart providing comfort as Danny found himself wanting to drift out of consciousness.

Danny vaguely heard Lancer asking Dash something.

"I mean he's probably coming off the adrenaline- he almost got trapped didn't he?"

"Thats what he said."

More voices filled Danny's ears, and he desperately wished they'd all go away. He really just wanted to sleep. Like for the the rest of his life.

If he even had one.

Damn- he also promised that ghost lady he'd take her home. Well, so much for sleep.

Danny looked around, noting the men and women attending to several burned students. Everything looked pretty minor, mostly just people who'd been tagged by some debris from the band room's stage.

"Is Tucker okay?" He asked to no one in particular. Just searching for an answer.

"Not sure, don't see him," Dash replied, gently placing Danny on the back of an ambulance.

Danny became more alert as he made contact with the cold metal, looking up at Dash betrayed.

Dash broke into a smile, chuckling slightly, "Sorry?"

"Its cold."

"Yeah- it got like weirdly cool. I thought it was going to rain but it looks like the clouds have gone away," Dash looked up to the newly blue sky, confusion evident in his features.

A paramedic walked up to them, first aid kit in hand, "Alright whats the damage?"

"I think its just my arms," Danny supplied, holding his forearms out to the man.

The medic nodded, quickly looking over Danny's burns.

"Lucky for you, these are just first degree burns. lets go ahead and patch them up, then I'm going to need you to take your jeans off so I can look at your legs."

Danny flushed a deep red at the thought, "Can- we like not do that in the parking lot?"

The medic paused, the reality dawning on him, "Oh! Yes of course, here let me finish cleaning and wrapping your arms and we'll move into the ambulance."

As the man finished and Danny went to stand so they could continue his legs gave out again.

Danny groaned in annoyance, seriously he wasn't in any pain! Why couldn't he use his damn legs!?

Dash caught him this time, hoisting him up into his arms once more, "you okay?"

Danny balked, how many times was he going to find himself man handled today?

"Y-yeah," he whispered weakly.

Dash seemed inconvinced, as the he watched the medic open the ambulance doors.

Dash moved him to the stretcher- bed whatever it was, and gave the medic a nod before jumping back out of the ambulance.

"Do you need any help?" The man asked as he closed the doors for privacy.

"No- no I just..." Danny furrowed his brow, he couldn't really feel his legs. Oh, yeah that probably wasn't a good thing, huh?

Danny undid his belts, silently cursing his morning self for having to be so extra.

Three belts? What was he thinking?

He looked great but still-

When he finally got his belts undone, no able to pull off his jeans, Danny observed the angry blisters trailing up his calves and halfway up his thighs.

"We need to get you to the hospital," the medic asserted, tentatively applying pressure to one of the nastier looking burns. Danny hissed and jerked away as his nervous system finally decided to catch up and scream at him that he'd royally fucked up.

"Ah! Holy shit, why?!"

"Shock is a hell of a drug," the man winced, throwing the ambulance doors open, "HEY! I NEED A DRIVER!"

Dash was still waiting outside, his eyes widened as the landed on Danny, he moved closer trying to check on the boy.

"Sorry kid, only family is permitted," The medic held up a hand to stop Dash and before he could protest he turned to Danny in dismay.

"Do we have to go now?" Danny hissed again as another shock of pain surged through him, the medic applying more ointment to his burns, "Can I at least have my sister with me?" Danny cried out, grasping at the bars on to his left. He felt like he was going to vomit.

"I'll go find her," Dash assured him.

Danny nodded, only to hiss again as the medic continued treating him.

[overnowsfcb]

halfway out the door; fermín lópez

summary: fighting to keep a little flame alive underwater, you couldn't lose the only stable thing in your life

warnings: ANGST!!! (no good ending) mature language, mental health issues (panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress), relationship struggles, unhealthy dinamics, brief mention of smut themes. if any of these topics makes you uncomfortable, i advise against reading this story.

word count: 3,3k

note: hiii! it's me again, this time posting for my sweet boy (who is not as sweet in this story) fermín. im planning to do something with all the 1989 vault tracks x barça players. so take it as the first from the series!! also, apologies if the angst hits hard, promise to post fluff next time (its a bit of challenge for me haha) super excited about this and would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions! – venus 🫂💐🫧 p.s.: im so proud of this one tbh

He didn’t seem to have enough time for you anymore. You didn’t want to see the subtle twist, but you knew him all too well and an imperceptible change for everyone was an imposing earthquake in your world.

It was in the hours that your messages would be waiting for a response and the way he wasn’t starved to taste your lips anymore. Once, he’d find an excuse to be with you, even if only for brief minutes. He’d dash to your apartment bearing your favorite chocolate with the pretext of keeping you fed. A smile brightening and your stomach still produced the same fluttering butterflies, as the first time he kissed you underneath the moonlight at fourteen.

Back then, everything was perfect, the chill air in your faces as you ran with sand getting between your toes, you could still feel his timid hands and tender touch on your waist as you both shared a breathtaking kiss.

Your mother's words echoed - relationships don't last forever. You'd always dismissed her musings, attributing them to the bitterness stemming from your father's departure. But now, that thought held a glimmer of truth.

He was your soulmate, your solid backbone, he would hold the candles for you even if his arm grew weary, drawing strength from unimaginable places. Unseen pictures would fill his phone, capturing your candid moments, proudly setting you as his lock screen. One cherished memory stood out: a photo of you, pajama-clad, returning from a late-night ice cream run, a victorious smile on your face. You had lost a bet that day, darting to the store at 1 AM, just a street away from your building.

However, now everything appeared to be falling apart; the last picture in his gallery folder, titled 'I love, mine, mine, mine,' dated back to July, and it was already November. It contrasted the warmth of July with the chilling absence of recent affection.

Yearning for something to blame, tears seemed futile as memories replayed relentlessly, etched deep within your heart. Each sob felt like a painful reminder of the emptiness in the cold, desolate bed without him by your side. Staring at it blankly, your mind echoed the silent void, your chest tightening with every expelled breath.

Sleeping alone always felt unbearable. You reached for your phone, gazing at the lock screen displaying a snapshot of both of you in a summer pool. His outings with friends never bothered you; you accepted that he was now part of Barcelona's first team, and you weren't his priority. However, deep down, a simple goodnight message like "Sweet dreams, Pip, I love you" was all you silently longed for. Was it too much to ask from someone who claimed to love you?

The absence weighed heavily as you saw the clock strike 4 AM. This hour always induced a sense of dread, a time too late to sleep, opening the gates to wandering thoughts about life's choices. Moving to Barcelona for him might have been a hasty decision.

In Sevilla, there wasn't much to lose. Your little town overwhelmed you, especially under the weight of your living nightmare, your mother and her pursuit of perfection. That was until she married your toddler brother’s father, her focus shifted almost forgetting about your existence.

He was your escape from that suffocating environment. Initially, it felt liberating, but gradually, it became confining again. The cage expanded as you became his pillar while his name was in everyone’s mouth, especially girls who found him attractive. The weight of being his support, witnessing the attention he received, caused an internal storm. But he wouldn’t change you, right? Yet, the conflict brewed within, the tug-of-war between being the support he needed and holding onto your own identity.

You grew tired of waiting for him, tossing and turning in bed for ten minutes, before finally succumbing to sleep, cocooned in blankets to ward off the cold.

Abruptly opening your eyes, hours later, your body spasmed and your heart raced, reflecting the recent struggles with sleep these days. Observing to your side, relief washed over you; he lay there peacefully, an arm draped over your waist.

Tears welled in your eyes, a sense of loss filling your chest. Deeply in love, you realized your first waking thought was about him, albeit taking a negative turn.

What if I lose him? What if I lost the lighthouse in the middle of the sea? The uncertainty of the waters and the potential fall weighed heavily.

You wanted to get back to those times when you smiled as you landed your eyes, his body next to you, where blonde strands of messy hair framed his face and you delicately organized them while you talked and kissed every morning, staying in bed like an old married couple, feeling each other's warmth, laughter used to fill the air as he playfully booped your nose.

The weight of invisible hands squeezed your chest, making each breath a desperate gasp for air.

You didn't want to feel this anxiety; your breath became erratic. Rushing to the terrace, you breathed as if your mind forewarned a trailer of what has to be.

Struggling to regain control, your hands tightened on the cold railing, a reminder of the grounding reality you struggled to grasp.

Peering down, the height induced paralysis, intensifying your vertigo. "y/n, estás bien?" (are you okay?) His concerned voice, muffled and distant, struggled to penetrate the thick fog of panic, fear rooted you in place, afraid the floor would fall through if you made a step.

"Amor, háblame." (darling, talk to me) He approached, unsure. This panic attack was the first in years. His hand on your shoulder offered reassurance like an anchor, and you emerged from the state, meeting his gaze with your tear-stained eyes; he was still your gentleman. He was still yours.

And you needed to repeat it to stave off madness.

"Abrázame," (hug me) you whispered in a fragile plea. His arms enveloped you, he was the refuge that you needed; his familiar scent eased your breathing.

His head on yours, he sought to share his heartbeat, attempting to quell the sudden anxiety and the questions that haunted your mind. His furrowed brows hinted at his confusion, but conversation could wait. For now, it was about you. The one who never failed him; he couldn't fail you now.

When your body distended completely, he gently guided you back to bed. You clung to him, as if he could run away at any moment.

You walked to your side of the bed and he tucked you in like no one ever did before, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, an attempt to dissipate the negativity.

“What time is it?” you inquired, looking up at him.

“Six a.m., sleep. ok?” He stroked your head, and your eyes closed under the weight of fatigue. “I love you so much.”

Days passed after the incident. He chose not to ask more about the reason behind your anxiety, he decided to act as if everything was fine.

This didn't imply he lacked concern for you, but it certainly felt that way. His demeanor towards you was still unchanged.

Feelings unaddressed hung in the air, manifesting in the cold kisses and the superficial small talk that never deepened. But, in front of everyone, you maintained the façade, accepting compliments from everyone about your seemingly perfect relationship. Only if they knew the underlying truth…

Yet, you personally sensed his gradual withdrawal, a palpable feeling of him slipping through your fingers. The strain became evident as you found yourself having to repeat things that were important to you at least three times, only for him to continually forget. Or the lackluster pecks he gave you, making you feel pathetic.

Although feeling unwanted, you weren't a resentful person, so you would religiously sit in the stands at every game and witness how he gained fan's hearts with outstanding performances on the pitch, earning the title of man of one of the champions league matches and you loved how the stadium echoed his name as he made an incredible goal.

You found joy in his happiness, doing his thing with the team of his dreams. In that moment, your mind transported into a different time – those moments when you stood by his side, offering comfort during his moments of self-doubt, back when he believed his dreams would forever be just that – dreams.

His satisfaction meant the world to you. Meeting him as he emerged from the dressing room, already showered, you couldn't help but admire how his wet hair framed his face.

A big smile adorned his face as he approached you. Opening your arms, your bodies collided as he effortlessly lifted you spinning around, creating a whirlwind of laughter that filled the air.

Once he gently set you down, you couldn't contain your pride. Cupping his cheeks, you locked eyes with him. The sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Your lips met his in a deep, meaningful kiss – one that hadn't been shared in weeks, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect reunion.

You believed this moment marked a fresh start, a much-needed rejuvenation to propel you forward. That optimistic outlook, however, disintegrated after he bid you farewell at your apartment, scrolling through TikTok on your couch, a video of his post-match interview caught your eye, and an involuntary smile crept onto your face.

His voice echoed through the video, captivating in its beauty. The interviewer's final question lingered in the air, "Who are you going to celebrate this with?" Anticipating a mention of teammates, family, and you, you were bewildered as the final words left his mouth – your name conspicuously absent.

And in that instant, the realization struck: he hadn't kept his promise to do a heart gesture to include you in his celebration either. But you decided to let it slide; perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that caused him to forget, and you were willing to overlook it.

You turned on the TV to avoid your thoughts. He no longer watched movies with you, and lately, the time you spent together felt like his phone held more allure than anything you did to catch his attention.

Without even mentioning that he wasn't fucking you lately, offering excuses of exhaustion from training or unexpectedly halting any progress when things got heated and leaving your folds wet.

But still, your mouth stayed shut, justifying every action. What you didn't know is that only one drop was missing in the glass before it overflowed – the last straw.

And eventually, the bomb exploded in the least suitable scenario. You stood by his side, his arm around your waist, desperately wanting to take his hand out and shout your feelings in front of everyone.

You didn't want to be there; you longed to be at home with your fluffy cat, who offered more comfort than Fermín did in these past months.

He was so smooth about it, engrossed in the conversation with his friends, seemingly oblivious to your distress. You whispered in his ear that you needed to get home, you weren’t feeling at your best, the strobe lights blinding you, the music pulsating louder than your heartbeat. It felt like water was reaching your nose, and you feared you'd stop breathing any moment.

Yet, you stayed, like a naive girl striving to make everything perfect for her lovely gentleman. But was still that gentleman who put you above all else?

The voices and laughter from his friends overwhelmed you. While you genuinely liked them and had never encountered an issue before, this night seemed a challenge you couldn't survive.

Your gaze darted around, hoping for a savior amid the sea of faces. But there was no one.

The air seemed to get thinner, and your chest constricted, as if locked in a slowly tight embrace. The blue dress discomforting your skin, felt like an additional layer of confinement, fantasizing to shed not only the fabric but also the skin beneath.

It was as if transparent walls were materializing around you, and this was the moment to escape a place to which you didn't belong, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, you watched him again with pleading eyes, silently urging him to notice you.

“Fer, really, I need to go home.” You whispered, careful not to let his friends overhear. He scanned your gestures, it took him a few seconds to realize that something about you was off. You wish he had seen it earlier.

Everything he did was later than you needed it, when he did the things, you have already fixed yourself into the uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go.” He nodded and he finally took out his hand off your waist, allowing a momentary exhale. Greetings were exchanged with his friends and you reciprocated, not wanting to show an impolite image.

Almost running, your feet propelled you outside of the disco, pushing people out of your way, without waiting for Fermín.

The doors swung shut behind you, plunging the abrupt silence upon your ears. Relief washed over you.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. You needed to hold yourself like the grown woman you were and not cry. As the doors swung open and closed again, you turned to find Fermín, a frown etched across his face.

“Why didn't you wait for me?” his voice held a trace of anger, making you shiver. Realizing the street wasn't the place for such a conversation, you began walking towards the car, your feet aching from the high heels worn that night.

He hurried to catch up, the tension palpable. When the car alarm reached your ears, signaling it was unlocked, you opened the door and entered as quickly as you could.

Sitting there, attempting to adjust to sudden silence, you sensed his presence beside you.

Leaning back into the headrest, you brought your hands on your face.

He started talking again. “What's going on you?” you hesitated to face him, reluctant to confront those expressive brown eyes you memorized like the back of your hand.

As he insisted again to hear a response, anger got to your head. Without warning, you exploded, all the carefully restrained words meant to preserve your relationship pouring into a torrent.

“I'm just so damn exhausted! I feel like I'm invisible. I ache to be seen, to matter in your eyes again. I’ve been here, baring my soul, and it feels like you're a million miles away.” Your scream echoed, tears smudging your makeup. You saw the weight of his actions settling on him as his eyes reflected comprehension. A sob escaped your lips, he stood frozen. “I'm just asking you to hear me, to truly see me, and realize that I'm shattering inside because I've already fought too much alone for the person who I thought I would marry.”

He shook his head, a boy who had always the right words now seemed that they left their mind, leaving him defenseless. A hesitant pause filled the car.

Lips parted, but the sentences seemed to dissipate before finding form. It was as if they were navigating a maze of thoughts, searching for the right words to offer comfort or understanding, yet coming up empty-handed.

You got tired of waiting, you've been doing it for such a long time, you almost felt old. But if he just opened his mouth, you knew you would forgive him. “Let's go home.” You whispered, disappointed about a man who you were calling the love of your life.

He gripped the steering wheel and hit the road. Memories flooded back of the anecdotes shared in that white car, now slipping through your fingers like ash.

You pondered the absence of rain, almost expecting the heavens to open up. Wasn't it obligatory for the sky to weep when something magical began succumbing to rationalism?

When you arrived at the house, he finally was able to speak. “I'm so sorry for everything that I caused you.” He didn't know if physical contact would be well received from you. So he gripped even more the steering wheel, needing to make something with his hands, getting out the tension.

“What happened to us, Fer?” your heart-wrenching question hitting him. You were already talking in past tense.

There wasn't an exit for this situation, and he knew that. He wished he could build a time travel machine and make everything alright, fix the first mistake that led to this big snow ball that was making an avalanche. “I-I don't know.”

“I think I'm coming back to Sevilla.” you confessed, stepping out of the car. Your headache due to the tears that you've been letting out and your eyes were puffy.

As you stood outside the car, the quiet suburban street provided a bleak contrast to the storm raging within your emotions.

Fermín, still gripping the steering wheel, searched for words that could somehow mend the gashes that had formed between you two. The realization of the inevitable distance settled on him like a heavy cloak.

“I never meant for it to come to this,” he finally uttered, voice heavy with remorse. “I let things slip away, and I can't forgive myself for that.”

You, caught between the pain and the need for resolution, gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and longing. The familiar surroundings of the neighborhood seemed to transform into a backdrop for the end of something significant. You already knew you were never coming back here.

In the distance, a streetlamp flickered, casting intermittent shadows on the pavement. You took a deep breath, the chill in the air stinging your lungs, and said, “Sometimes, we have to go back to move forward.”

His eyes, filled with regret, met yours. “Is there anything I can do to make things right?”

But the answer remained unsaid, it wouldn't be fair to give him instructions and keep rowing and carrying him while he was just there. Wounds were already too deep and your energy was drained.

You turned away, the distance between Sevilla and this quiet street growing smaller in comparison to the emotional gap that now separated you two.

The door creaked shut, marking the end of a chapter that perhaps, in the unfathomable depths of your heart you didn't want to admit that you anticipated it.

In the solitude of your apartment, surrounded by echoes of shared laughter and the ghost of a love that once flourished, you confronted the daunting task of rebuilding your world. The faint glow from the streetlamp outside cast a melancholic light on the remnants of what was.

Fermín, still parked, felt the shared years withering in the blink of an eye, something you had been discerning for a torturing amount of time. The engine hummed softly, an averse companion to the lingering regret in the air. As he drove away, the distance between your hearts seemed insurmountable.

You watched as Blaugrana, your Calico fluffy cat, approached you unawarely of everything surrounding her, you sat on the wooden floor with her purring next to you. The sparkle of her collar made you remember how your life was bound to be lived with Fermín forever, in that collar your initials were carved. You didn't want to fall back to this cruel reality.

You even commanded yourself to religion to save your relationship, months before. Night after night, you poured the essence of your yearning into prayers addressed to Aphrodite, beseeching her to weave the threads of love and passion back into your relationship, to restore its former glory. Each whispered plea carried the weight of your sincere desire, a desperate hope that the goddess of love might heed your call and guide your connection to the blissful days of yore.

But even that didn't work. And you realized the hug of what you thought would be a fresh start unraveled into the deceptive clarity of terminal lucidity. Now you would hear the eternal melancholic tone of the complete loss of vital signs. Forever.

[darksonofsparda]

Omg its another update post!/return notice

Look who isn't dead, hello. You may or may not remember me from last year as an active role player. I didn't want to take long to post this, but I haven't had any internet access for a whole year There's a lot of reasons why I disappeared for one year It's a pretty big read, but I ask that you please read below the cut, as its important, especially those who are still looking to write and ship with me.

I don't wanna make this too long, but its probably gonna end up long anyway. So a little bit into the year, while I put on a happy attitude, behind the scenes, I've been struggling. Lots of things were stressing me out irl and it was affecting how I talked to people. I started to notice myself becoming more easily irritable for stupid little things, and it kept happening more and more, I almost ruined a friendship with my attitude, and I've already ruined one with my actions, and I don't ever wanna do that again. The moment I finally realized this, I knew I just had to step away for a while, get my head back together and just fix myself. I've been writing on this website for over 10 years, about 13 or 14 now, and treating others with kindness and respect is something very important to me, had I not taken a break, I was afraid I would explode on the next person who barely upset me, and that is not the kind of person I wanted to be, or ever want to be. I'm not this toxic person, but I almost became toxic, and I had to stop myself by giving myself some distance from the internet. So taking some time away was much needed. I was able to get a better look at myself and finally see the person I wanted to be. While I still have some important things to do in life, I'm decided to come back. To be honest, I wasn't sure I was even going to return, but after A LOT of thought, I realized, there are still so many stories I want to tell with others, so many characters and ships i want to explore for all my muses. To save me some trouble, I'm gonna reblog this or repost this on my other active blogs. I'm coming back sometime next month, I'm not sure when exactly, but definitely sometime in February, by then I'll have internet again, and will be able to be here once more. That being said, I'm going to be spending the next few weeks reaching out to people. Ship partners and mains who I've interacted with. I know there are a select few number of ships and partners of mine that I will definitely be reaching out to, to find out who would like to continue certain threads with me and see who would still like to ship, especially if its a thread I've spent a lot of time plotting with you. I'd tag people, but this is gonna be used on all my active blogs, so I'll just reach out. I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner, but I just needed some time to feel isolated to kill all this negativity and toxicity that followed me. To those who remember me, I hope to continue writing with you and tell out characters stories, because there's always more adventures to get into. I understand if a majority of people both who I've yet to write with and have already written with want to drop our threads and move on, my break was very unplanned. But if you are one of those people who is still wanting to write with me, and give our muses a chance, than I want to take a moment to thank you for being here, especially the people who always stick with me despite my track record of sometimes disappearing without a trace. P.S: Since not everyone is on right now, this will reblog for one week, but spaced out in between so I don't clutter the dash. I look forward to continuing our muses stories, whether we've already started their adventures or if we have yet to do so, thank you. Hope to write with you all again soon. ~Chase

[dxfiedfxte]

Omg its another important update/return

Look who isn't dead, hello. You may or may not remember me from last year as an active role player. I didn't want to take long to post this, but I haven't had any internet access for a whole year There's a lot of reasons why I disappeared for one year It's a pretty big read, but I ask that you please read below the cut, as its important, especially those who are still looking to write and ship with me.

I don't wanna make this too long, but its probably gonna end up long anyway. So a little bit into the year, while I put on a happy attitude, behind the scenes, I've been struggling. Lots of things were stressing me out irl and it was affecting how I talked to people. I started to notice myself becoming more easily irritable for stupid little things, and it kept happening more and more, I almost ruined a friendship with my attitude, and I've already ruined one with my actions, and I don't ever wanna do that again. The moment I finally realized this, I knew I just had to step away for a while, get my head back together and just fix myself. I've been writing on this website for over 10 years, about 13 or 14 now, and treating others with kindness and respect is something very important to me, had I not taken a break, I was afraid I would explode on the next person who barely upset me, and that is not the kind of person I wanted to be, or ever want to be. I'm not this toxic person, but I almost became toxic, and I had to stop myself by giving myself some distance from the internet. So taking some time away was much needed. I was able to get a better look at myself and finally see the person I wanted to be. While I still have some important things to do in life, I'm decided to come back. To be honest, I wasn't sure I was even going to return, but after A LOT of thought, I realized, there are still so many stories I want to tell with others, so many characters and ships i want to explore for all my muses. To save me some trouble, I'm gonna reblog this or repost this on my other active blogs. I'm coming back sometime next month, I'm not sure when exactly, but definitely sometime in February, by then I'll have internet again, and will be able to be here once more. That being said, I'm going to be spending the next few weeks reaching out to people. Ship partners and mains who I've interacted with. I know there are a select few number of ships and partners of mine that I will definitely be reaching out to, to find out who would like to continue certain threads with me and see who would still like to ship, especially if its a thread I've spent a lot of time plotting with you. I'd tag people, but this is gonna be used on all my active blogs, so I'll just reach out. I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner, but I just needed some time to feel isolated to kill all this negativity and toxicity that followed me. To those who remember me, I hope to continue writing with you and tell out characters stories, because there's always more adventures to get into. I understand if a majority of people both who I've yet to write with and have already written with want to drop our threads and move on, my break was very unplanned. But if you are one of those people who is still wanting to write with me, and give our muses a chance, than I want to take a moment to thank you for being here, especially the people who always stick with me despite my track record of sometimes disappearing without a trace. P.S: Since not everyone is on right now, this will reblog for one week, but spaced out in between so I don't clutter the dash. I look forward to continuing our muses stories, whether we've already started their adventures or if we have yet to do so, thank you. Hope to write with you all again soon. ~Chase.

[krovscastlerpg]

Please reblog this list of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in order to avoid spamming the dash with the reblogged M!A lists.

Remember to send out anons to other players participating too!

If you are NOT participating in this event, DO NOT reblog this list!

Rule #63: Muse has been physically transformed into the female version of themselves. The effect lasts for 72 hours.

NOTE: For those who’ve reserved female FCs, you are guaranteed to receive this anon regardless if you follow through with it or not on the dash. If you have not sent in a fem!FC reservation then you WILL NOT receive this anon. Our list of taken genderbent FCs can be found here for reference.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another player sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with another character of the sender’s choice. Their obsession will keep them thinking about this character non-stop and they might even resort to stalking. Their obsession can be out of love, lust, or hate (this is up to the player receiving the anon). The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Inside Out: Muse’s thoughts are no longer private, as they’re now compelled to say everything they’re thinking about out loud for everyone to hear. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the player. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Glitterati: Muse has gained the ability to sparkle, but the colour of the sparkle depends on their mood. e.g. Pink for happiness, blue for sadness, red for anger, green for jealousy, yellow for guilt etc. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Honest Abe: Muse is unable to tell lies and will be forced to answer honestly with any question they’re asked. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

NOTE: This anon can trigger an anonymous honesty hour in the affected character’s inbox and/or be played out in threads at each player’s discretion. For those who would like an honesty hour, please link your character's ask box in our Discord OOC #anon-hours channel.

Say My Name: Muse will have a sudden orgasm every time someone says their name. The effect lasts for 48 hours.  

Freaky Friday: Muse has swapped bodies with another character of anon’s choosing. The effect lasts for 72 hours.

NOTE: Both players of the characters involved MUST agree to this FC swap BEFORE answering the anon on the dash.

Sexual Empath: Muse can detect how aroused everyone is around them, at all times, and ‘absorbs’ those feelings actively; If they’re near someone extremely horny for more than a few minutes, they’ll feel every bit of that emotion and will inevitably end up aroused. In addition, muse can hear surface thoughts from others expressing sexual desires towards the muse. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

___ No Evil: Fill in the blank for the desired effect! Muse will become either blind (“See”), deaf (“Hear”), or mute (“Speak”) based on the sender’s choice. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Bound: Muse will be physically chained/handcuffed to [anon decides] and can’t break free until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Mask Off: Oh no! Does your muse have a human disguise hiding their true form? Not any more! Any disguise hiding a supernatural’s true form is now broken with no way for the character to restore it until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Denial: Muse gets aroused more easily, but they cannot reach orgasm without permission from the person who cast this spell on them. The longer they’re denied, the more powerful that orgasm’ll be when they’re finally granted it… if they’re granted it. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Vive le Vibe: Muse has a remote controlled vibrating toy stuck inside them that they can’t remove. The sender of this spell will have the remote control for it that features settings from “off” to “max vibration.” What they choose to do with this power is up to the sender. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Flesh: Muse is insatiably horny and sensitive as if their whole body has become an erogenous zone. They also crave rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Spring Fever: Muse, regardless of their species, has been afflicted with the stereotypical symptoms of the common cold –– sneezing, coughing, congestion, runny/stuffy nose, chills, headache, fever, etc. Muse can only recover once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetishwear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, sex toys, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the player’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they’ll feel. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Species Change: Muse now has all the traits and abilities of a different species specified by the sender. Unspecified can be left up to the receiver to decide at random. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

[merrock]

Good morning, Merrockites! Today was our last holiday activity check, meaning that moving forward, the following standards are expected to be met by all writers in the group:

each character must reply to two threads every week.

those two threads must be to two different characters.

& it would be great if those two characters were written by two different writers.

The activity check schedule will always be posted here to this page. Checks are done Friday mornings, although they are put together on Thursdays. Therefore, if you are only active in the last 24 hours before check, you may get a notification that you were tagged -- if you do not see your name on check, please ignore this! it's a 'ghost tag.' Unfollows are done Monday evenings at 11PM (ish). If you are unfollowed, you have 48 hours to reclaim your role, which can be done up to 3 times before you are asked to reapply.

Some things that we want you guys to keep in mind in regards to activity and checks and what we are looking for:

only activity counts as activity. Social media posts, gifts, tasks, photo sets, etc. do not count towards activity, only interactions.

creating an open starter no longer counts as activity.

creating closed threads does (as we are assuming you've plotted with someone!), and replying to opens does as long as it is not your only activity (meaning you continue on the thread!)

You are responsible for your own activity. Some people find it helpful to use a tracker, others are just very diligent with checking activity notifications or keeping an eye on dash: find what works for you. Avoid bubbling, if you need more threads on someone, reach out to another writer and say hey, let's plot. Be mindful that people rely on you, so it's important to not drop or ignore threads (it's okay if you need to work on something for a plot, or have a lot of muse, as long as you're still doing your other threads). The way that you treat other players & your threads is going to determine how they respond to you, remember that.

Hopefully, this serves as a little refresher heading out of the holiday and into the rest of the year! If you ever have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me. xx

[shiningliive]

Live Emotion Tap Spaces

A too long post on the Live Emotion preview clip only having two touch icons:

I've seen mixed reponses. Some people are happy to see a more accesible layout that is less likely to cause hand and wrist damage from long/frequent play sessions, and some are dissapointed and fearful that it might be too slow or too basic.

I'd take an educated guess that what we're seeing in this clip is an 'easy' difficulty, with higher levels hopefully having at least a faster speed. When comparing this clip to the easy difficulty of Shining Romance on SL, both are nearly identical with 11-12 taps within 8-9 seconds.

It's hard to say how I feel about it so far without seeing more footage. Personally, I think at least 4 would be ideal but I can't say until more footage is revealed. It's certainly possible there are more tap spaces in higher difficulties, or the higher speed and potentially more gesture options would make up for it.

Here are some other rhythm games with similar amounts of touch spaces. I've tried to link higher diffulty levels to show the potential:

Love Live All Stars - Very similar layout to Live Emotion with two tap icons, however there are also some notes that have to be swiped in the direction indicated which I think could be implemented in higher difficulties in LE. Also has a mode with less distracting bg visuals (that is customisable with unlockable backgrounds) which I am also currently hoping to be a toggle in LE.

Aikatsu - This I believe is a two player mode that is being played solo, but it does show another example of a 2 touch icon UI. I think it's also played with a controller, but its easy to imagine the arrows as directional sliding gestures as well. Aikatsu has a slightly younger demographic, so it makes sense if the beatmaps skew a bit simpler.

Idolish 7 and I-Chu - Both with four tap icons.

Then of course you have games like Bpro and SIF that have a similar high amount of tap icons to Shining Live. There are also some with similar functionality but different look, like Show By Rock, D4DJ, Project Sekai, and Hypmic.

And for more varied rhythm gameplay styles, but to highlight the potential of different gesture types, you have:

King of Prism - Tapping and making certain swipe gestures as they skate through hoops. This and some others linked also have segments where you trace shapes on the screen at certain parts of a song, or whena gauge fills up.

Te to Te Connect - Arcade game with beatmaps that encourage copying the movements on screen. These sort of swiping and tracing shape movements are especially interesting to me but I dont know if we'd see something like that in LE.

Muse Dash - A different style of rhythm game to what we've seen so far from LE, but there may be something in there to inspire you.

Fit Boxing - Again very different and doesnt really translate to touch screen, but while holding a joycon the player does different types of punches and movements corresponding to the icons.

Osu - A classic, with its icons taking up the screen in various patterns rather than staying in set positions, this is also something I dont expect to see in LE, but is a fun gameplay style. Osu also has a large spinning wheel that shows up occasionally for a short period of time, and has to be spun in circles very quickly.

All that to say, who knows what we're in for. I would prefer a few more touch icons, but even if harder difficulties still only have 2 I think its possible to get a fun and difficult game out of it if theyre fast enough, and have various tap gestures to keep it intersting and engaging (tap, hold, spin, multi-tap, swipe up/down/left/right etc).

Lets wait and see what the next game reveals showcase.

[eclipsecrowned]

🚶gib ser. gib. // anonymous

NAME: Serpaisas of Amnran RELATED MUSE: Lorgar Aurelian ROLE: Remembrancer ; Disciple ; One of like 12 'favorite people' ; True Believer

An OC that got wildly out of hand, Serpaisas was a background character in several drabbles I wrote that soon came to be an active player in certain events. First a baseline sole survivor of tragedy, she saw the arrival of the Emperor's 'angels' as an active miracle, a sign. In the early days, she wasn't worshiping the Master -- she was worshiping his Son. After a chance to rebuild her life and obtain work as a Documentarist, she returned to the Legion to whom she owed much, and began reporting on their works as propaganda for the great war machine. Had a wildly successful career over a questionably elongated lifespan, until her untimely demise in the downfall of a certain city. Yet she haunts the narrative -- some say literally, some say that what the light scours the shadows race to embrace, with the wordsmith being no different.

My Lorgar is fascinated by the Empire having roles for academics and creatives considering he's only ever seen the war end of it. He's also blindsided by the idea of anyone's writing being subject to edit and revision by outside forces like Administration. Regardless, he likes what she does and encourages her talent. Her skill with words is enough that, for at least one Compliance campaign, he and his sons were heroes to the Imperium, dashing, gallant, wise liberators who faced Xenos head-on and aided people on every level. Regrettably, her works and even her identity were erased on a mass scale after the Heresy, and with it most of his works and the brief shining moment of good PR he had. She made people like him, appreciate him. That was all she ever needed to do for him to put her on that pedestal with others he thought he cared for.

If Lorgar is a walking Dune reference, Serpaisas is his 1rulan reference. If Lorgar thought he was gonna be space Jesus, here was his Mary Magdalene. She's the zeal of the convert manifest, his voice to the people, his devotee. And the 'verse is going to continue to make her pay for that well into the current leg of narrative. She doesn't get off easy by death. No one he cared for ever did.

Will readily nerd-fight Pupper's Magnus via official contact channels. She won't win, but baseline has hands as far as sources and references. Quoted on discord with a big 'Why does God need propaganda?' because the themes of the narrative are lost on her as an active character within it. Also on record getting a blowout nosebleed from (incidental) psychic proximity to the Emperor that does not help her kool-aid drinking that he's God. Even before Chaos started gnawing on her she's going through it.

[p1ayer120]

#현주 an independent portrayal of  CHO HYUNJU , from 𝚜𝚚𝚞/𝚒𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝟸.  semi-show canon and extremely hc based. mature themes, spoilers, and potential triggers will be present.  ( MINORS + PERSONALS DNI )   A  COMPREHENSIVE  STUDY  IN:  sought comfort, the monetary chase, fighting for what's right, choosing self, falling into the depths of a foreboding atmosphere ... /// perfected by 𝐸𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸. 21+. they/she/ mixed korean. if you're a personal blog, i am immediately blocking.

affiliated w. @player456 ,

NOTE: this is a side-blog, apart of a hub of muses. follows back from mythsung. more important notes under the cut.

[ 001 ] : other themes to be present involve mentions of death, corpse reanimation, bugs, etc. THERE ARE CERTAIN MUSES DERIVING FROM HORROR SETTINGS : vampires, zombies/corpses, entities; including but not limited to japanese horror: ringu, and other potential medias i may explore. i will generally tag things with tw , cw , etc. personals and minors DNI, immediate block.

[ IMPORTANT ] : i'm going to keep my following pretty limited for my own preference. i'm mixed korean american, and as a pointer to new blogs, all i ask is you remain mindful and do your research. if i see a blog, esp writing characters like kang sae byeok and kang no eul ( both intermix with north korean backgrounds ) i again, am going to hope you're respectful and mindful about it. if you don't, i'll try to have a convo, otherwise i'm blocking.

WHILE THE ACTOR IS NOT TRANS, i am still using park sung hoon as a faceclaim. this was under fire, but i would also like to ask everyone to be mindful of the culture, how lgbtqia+ are treated and how exactly the treatment for anyone in that group goes in south korea. its dangerous, should they have asked actors who weren't out, and it's not against the writer or director for choosing someone who isn't trans. the story itself is the strongest i've seen, and i hope will bring more light to being open to these castings. read more here.

SECOND.

*please note: I am not opposed to writing against the characters portrayed by these face claims : I AM NOT COMFORTABLE with writing against these faceclaims because of the allegations.

face claims:

li jin-wook ( sweet home, squid game ) /apist who sued his victim for defamation while admitting she did not give consent : sources. sources. player 246, Gyeong seok. immediate block if you use the fc.

[  002  ]  :  i'm going to keep things low-key here , but basically BASIC RP ETTIQUITE IS EXPECTED. any form of hate, bigotry or nonsense will not be tolerated, at this point I feel it's pretty stark on what that entails. any form of racism, anti-semitic, ableism, aggressive posting / duplicate bashing, vaguing , petty callout posts. any gross behavior , please do not bring any of it to my blog. I will also often remove myself from things that make me uncomfortable and soft/block for my comfort. if i do unfollow i always softblock , this rarely every happens, but please do not approach me asking why.

[  003  ]  : the easiest way to write w me:   continue prompts i've answered , turning them into threads. or alternatively, I will reblog anything you answer as a thread if muse strikes. spam me with memes / prompts! i always say this but , there's no expiration date to anything i reblog. if you want to interact , sending memes is the easiest way. i like to keep a small following , focusing on a dash with those who i can see myself writing with, which means I won't always follow back. this is not meant to be taken as serious as it sounds, i just genuinely cannot write with everyone , i hope you understand. i can sometimes be slow with replies. if i owe, i truly don't mind being reminded.

[  005  ]  : shipping isn't necessary to write with me, however i'm always open to the idea of different ships, as well as platonic connections.  i can't ship instantly even if we're writing muses that have a connection. i'm heavily plot based and that includes shipping. i prefer to talk about our muses in depth before considering whether or not the chemistry is there, but this isn't a ship -driven blog.

[syrupspinner]

top 10 most anticipated indie games!

in no particular order, not affiliated with any of em, etc etc

of the Devil

so, funny story. i had some fanart of this game set as my phone background when i went to get a new phone. check it out here! anyway, the cleric who only really plays ff14 looked at it and went "woah, what's that? it looks like danganronpa." and i was like. yeah buddy! sure does! then, of course, i began proselytizing, about how the game's demo did an amazing job at establishing not only the game's wonderfully directed art style, with the ui and the music and everything else working together to make a perfectly opressive cyberpunk atmosphere, but how the writing of the mystery and morgans character is so intriguing and compelling and auuuugh i wanna play this fucking game dude. i love morgans smile i hope she makes me eat a bomb

2. UNBEATABLE

so imagine muse dash, but instead of high-contrast anime girls and dubious dlc practices, it's just punk as fuck. theres nothing i can say about the game other than linking the side-story/demo and telling you to just go with the flow and dig the vibes. the soundtrack rocks hard, and the visuals are so well done. everything looks like a poster collage for a garage band youve never heard of. also the trailer for the full game showed off a graffiti mechanic and thats all i need

3. Demonschool

i talked about demonschool a lot back in my nextfest post, and my thoughts havent changed at all. im a slut for strategy rpgs, and a big reason for that is i like planning my moves in advance and seeing what the best use of all my ally's abilities are. so the game's mechanic of the shared ability meter that you use for multiple moves over one turn, plus the ability to rewind moves before committing to them, AND the high level of combo potential in everything's interactivity? pumped as hell. there was recently a dev update about how you can light yourself on fire and spread that damage to the environment with every attack if that helps sell you

4. Roman Sands RE:Build

i dont need to say shit. just look at it. LOOK at it. this is so ridiculously catered to my tastes on presentation alone that i cant even come up with a hyperbolic simile. its y2k dreamcast beach artstyle, its time loop with routing optimization, its arbitrary celestial puzzle with unexplained mechanics, its stupid gomotion noodle people, its abstract nonsense that is actively and literally hostile towards the player for trying to understand it. im gonna CUM dude

5. Sorry We're Closed

how often do you see a fixed-camera shooter about a woman with three eyes? the fucking atmosphere, man. even from the demo i can tell that a la mode knows what theyre doing. i love how there isnt like, a limit or meter on your third eye, thats something i can easily see another game doing. but the downsides of only being able to hurt enemies in range AND having to aim at their weak spots is already a good balance to encourage you to switch it up. its so deliciously frictional that you have to go in first person to attack anything, and theres a delay when you do it so youve gotta be really cautious and defensive. and oh man, the cleaver enemy! that was so tense, and so much of that was from the expert audio design that made it so unclear how close he is or where exactly he is, just that hes getting closer. im gonna lose my shit about this game when the full thing drops. fun fact: this releases tomorrow, so this is literally the last day that i can post this. oops!

6. .45 PARABELLUM BLOODHOUND

how often do you see a fixed-camera shooter about a woman with three eyes? ive never played parasite eve, which this is purported to be a spiritual successor to, but the action seems really interesting. sukeban's website explains it like this: "you move and dodge in real time while you wait for an Action bar to fill at a speed determined by character and weapon stats. Once that’s done you can then stop time and plan your offensive". that sounds stupidly fun. judging by the trailers and shit, theres gonna be a big focus on combo chains and your character having multiple attacks she can switch between, but theres not much i can really say about that until theres a demo or something.

7. YIIK: A Postmodern RPG (Update I.V)

i know an update is cheating a bit, but ackk studios considers it to be a thorough enough reimagining that it almost constitutes a sequel. if you havent played the demo then you should give it a shot. my only experience with yiik before it was secondary, through discussions and lets play compilations, and i was totally blown away. the combat was totally reworked, so instead of those repetitive and drawn-out minigames its a way more engaging system where you can use "karta" as defensive shields with passive buffs or sacrifice them for spells. its one of those things that sounds weird and complicated when you explain it, but in gameplay it just kinda clicks. it also seemed to double down on he surrealism and abstract psychological themes, which is my fucking jam. i think missed potential is the worst flaw something can have, so hearing that yiik is growing into its most flawless form is exciting as hell

8. FreeJack Online

unfortunately, i found out about this game about a month after its last online playtest. the dev's discord says they wont reopen unless they find a publisher, and theyre not sure if thats gonna happen reasonably soon. but secondhand, this game looks like a killer time. you guys know im super into this hip hop skatepunk urban style, so even if the gameplay is total shit ill still be all over the ost and character design. but this gameplay doesnt look like shit! you build up trick combos and that contributes to your speed as you parkour around and try to win races. its been a while since ive sunk myself in a competitive online game and i think thisll be what gets me back into it, someday

9. Hyper Light Breaker

yknow im kinda surprised this list hasnt been more roguelikes considering how much i play em. hlb looks like its aiming for an interesting combo of roguelike and open-world, and im really interested in how that shakes out. the combat looks like a really good transition of the speedy high-stakes fighting from hld into 3d. im really hopeful for this game, especially everything heart machine is going through with gearbox and the fanbase backlash for the delays.

10. The Hundred Line -Last Defense Academy-

im saying this counts as indie because im in denial. so, i mentioned how the phone clerk guy was a danganronpa fan, right? he played all the mainline games, and even got into zero escape looking for more (he played VLR before 999? lmao) but he had no idea what too kyo games was. never heard of Death Come True, or Akudama Drive, or World's End Club, or Rain Code, or Tribe Nine. really goes to show how much publicity matters, huh? anyway, in case you couldnt tell, i am a 'fan' of danganronpa. theres a lot you could say about it, like how the writing is juvenile and contrarian and how it consistently struggles to write unpredictable mysteries despite this and also how kodaka just fundamentally fails at writing minorities and the pacing issues and flat characters and... you get it. but its never boring. and considering they officially hired the guy who wrote the spin-off novel where kirigiri gets cloned into a houseplant, i feel like its just gonna get less boring from here

look at this shit. im along for the ride at this point

[montecristohq]

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦

DAY TWO comes to a close . with their nerves somewhat calmed after the awful events that culminated upon their arrival , the group decides to kick off their long-awaited film the same way the original trip ended : a bonfire . friendly company , cheap booze , a smorgasbord of s'mores , and , of course , a few good scary stories — it's the perfect start to their week-long stay . but , as the booze flows and excitement grows , space for less than stellar ideas weasels its way into their minds .

surprisingly , it's ISLA who announces that a ouija board is tucked neatly within her other belongings , and , soon enough , the group has migrated from the fire to her and KODY'S cabin . the group , as usual , is split on the matter . some simply see it as a fun time , others wonder what entities within the ghost town will be drawn out , and the rest have no interest in partaking at all . the players vs the watchers . in a matter of minutes , despite strong arguments from the group skeptics , candles are lit , the board is laid out , and those partaking are circled around with their hands hovering at the ready .

there's no turning back .

happy halloweeen to our favorite gaggle of ghouls <3 this drop will take place over discord and tumblr dash , separated into two different events . the discord event will be the ouija board , while the dash will be the bonfire .

on DASH , you’re welcome to do threads ( & group threads of 3+ people ) that take place at camp or its general vicinity . use this time to build or flesh out relationships , explore , or investigate . nowhere is off limits , not even other muses cabins .

on DISCORD , we will follow a similar format to last time while also mixing in elements of the group chat . first, your muse must decide if they want to be a player or a watcher . from there , it will operate similarly to the gc ; there will be no writing order , and everyone can have there muses interject , act , re-act at any time ( adding to the natural chaos of the situation ) . the narrator bot will also add context here and there to keep the story moving , as well as determining and explaining the outcomes of any ability rolls .

should anyone have any questions , you know where to find us :)

this event will start NOVEMBER 1ST and go until TBD . please have all current threads wrapped up & finished by 11:59pm , OCTOBER 31ST .

[lcftyambiticons-archive]

RULES.

GNEREAL

25+ ONLY. This blog is written by an adult for other adults, so please act accordingly.

I'm careful about how I curate my online space. The block button and I are besties. Muns who engange in OOC drama, OOC bigotry and LGBTQA+ phobia of any kind, callout posts, OOC political discourse will be blocked on sight. I also tend to steer clear of writers who have lots of DNIs or triggers.

This blog is anti-censorship. Fiction =/= reality. If you don't like someone's content, block them. Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. What's NOT okay is trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs (go touch some grass).

Triggers you may encounter on this blog: violence, murder, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, cults, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes. Triggers won't always be tagged. If you're triggered by any of these, this blog isn't for you. I love angst and exploring dark content!! If you have any triggers, let me know.

Communication is key! <3 Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite!!

INTERACTION

This is a private blog simply because I can't spread myself too thin. I'm particularly selective when it comes to mumu-blogs featuring muses from fandoms outside the DnD / BG3 verse. If I follow you, I have read your rules and want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.

Personals are welcome to follow, but no touchy my RP stuff.

If you're a RP blog, I'd love it if you follow with the intention of interacting. Also, if you followed me first, I'd appreciate it if you reached out first to start things off — I'll do my best to do the same! I feel like this approach makes it easier to get interactions going.

If we're not mutuals: You're welcome to send headcanon and plot-idea asks! If I can take on another thread, I'll let you know. <3

Formatting: For accessibility reasons, I won't follow if you use spaced out words and punctuation, all caps or all lowercase (for entire paragraphs).

MEMES. YES! If you want to continue a meme, go right ahead!

Plotting: Hmu with a plot idea anytime! I'm not a fan of plotting out every detail, but Lorroakan is a particularly uncooperative muse. Having a general idea of where we want this to go really helps to keep the ball rolling, even if we end up going in a different direction!

SHIPPING / RELATIONSHIPS

This blog is multiship, male lean. Fair warning; Lorroakan isn't particularly interested in romance or sex, and he's a prick. I'm open to shipping, BUT ships will most likely be toxic / one-sided, particularly with Rolan (with the potential to develop into something wholesome over time!), and slow burn. By slow I mean glacial. In most cases, at least.

I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs.

Pre-established relationships: Yes. While first meeting or "they have been business partners" threads can be fun, they often take a while to get juicy, or they end up fizzling out. What if your muse was Lorroakan's childhood bestie? Another (former?) apprentice? A fellow scholar of the arcane he used to work with? An ex?

MUN NOTES

Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of Lorroakan's bs IRL. While I will absolutely respect your boundaries OOC (if you talk to me beforehand about them, pretty please with a cherry on top), I won't water him down.

I have the memory of a soggy pickle. If you don't want me to interact with you, hard-block.

Activity: Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.

Discord is available for moots I interact with frequently.

They / Them, hatched 1995, dog parent, hyperfixating on problematic villains, D&D player.

[krovscastlerpg]

Please reblog this list of anons in order to participate in the event. For players with multiple characters, please only reblog these posts ONCE on your main character account and tag your other participating character accounts in the caption below in order to avoid spamming the dash with the reblogged M!A lists.

Remember to send out anons to other players participating too!

Rule #63: Muse has been physically transformed into the female version of themselves. The effect lasts for 72 hours.

Leather: Muse must wear a leash and collar, becoming extremely horny as a result. If another mun sends this off anon, the muse must be their character’s slave for the duration and do whatever they ask. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Hate Fuck: Muse has this sudden and deep desire to fuck the person they hate the most or whoever anon specifies to be the target of the muse's newfound ire for them. Hey, passion is passion, whether it's loathing or loving. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Role Reversal: Muse's personality becomes the complete opposite of how they usually are. Hard-working becomes lazy, a kind person becomes mean, someone patient would be short-tempered, good becomes evil, and so on. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Roleplay: Muse is now dressed in a sexy costume and can’t remove it. This can be specified by the anon or chosen by the mun. The longer they are dressed that way the more they take on the persona of what they are dressed as. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said. They can’t put their clothing back on for one hour after removing it. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Unlucky: Muse is plagued with some seriously bad luck. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Weathervane Mood: Muse's emotions now dictate the weather around them. Feeling sad might cause dark clouds and a downpour, anger could create wild thunderstorms and winds, happiness would bring on sunny and warm days, etc. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Say My Name: Muse will have a sudden orgasm every time someone says their name. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Honest Abe: Muse is unable to tell lies and will be forced to speak the truth with any question they’re asked. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Freaky Friday: Muse has swapped bodies with another character of anon’s choosing (both muns of the characters involved must agree to this FC swap before answering anon on the dash). The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Irresistible: There’s just something about the muse today. Anyone who comes across the muse will be unable to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they’ll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it’s not for an interview. The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Bound: Muse will be physically chained/handcuffed to [anon decides] and can't break free until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

Mask Off: Oh no! Does your muse have a human disguise hiding their true form? Not any more! Any disguise hiding a supernatural’s true form is now broken with no way for the character to restore it until the spell ends. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Bleeding Out: Anon specifies a sudden injury that can be anything from as minor as a paper cut to something more severe and life-threatening that manifests on the targeted muse's body. If anon doesn't specify an injury and the muse already possesses healed scars, those scars will rip open fresh as the day they were received. Muse will not die (even though they may feel like it) from these wounds and will heal back to normal once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Body Mod: Muse has a specific physical trait changed, added, or removed by anon’s choice (eye color, height, scars, hair length or color, size, etc.). Anon can request anything as minor or as weird as they like. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

Spring Fever: Muse, regardless of their species, has been afflicted with the stereotypical symptoms of the common cold –– sneezing, coughing, congestion, runny/stuffy nose, chills, headache, fever, etc. Muse can only recover once the spell ends. The effect lasts for 24 hours.

Kinky Boots: Muse is now dressed in some sort of fetishwear (crossdressing, bondage gear, chastity devices, body harnesses, anything leather or latex or other material, etc.) either at the anon’s specification or left to the mun’s choosing and can’t remove it. The longer they are dressed this way the more aroused they’ll feel. The effect lasts for 72 hours. 

Flesh: Muse is insatiably horny and sensitive as if their whole body has become an erogenous zone. They also crave rough sex (being thrown/throwing their partner against a wall, biting, scratching, etc.). May need repeated rounds until feeling satisfied. The effect lasts for 48 hours. 

It’s Not the Midas Touch: Everyone that the muse touches will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops? The effect lasts for 24 hours. 

Species Change: Muse now has all the traits and abilities of a different species specified by the sender. Unspecified can be left up to the receiver to decide at random. The effect lasts for 48 hours.

[alteregozowie]

Role-player name: Zowie/Jamie

Role-player pronouns: She/They- I don't care

Muse name: Alastor, Radio Demon

Preffered Communication: DMs, Discord - I talk a lot!

Experience: 20+ years, started out in the yahoo chatrooms, but this is my first time in an RPC 😂

Preffered RP type: Wherever the flow of the story takes me, sometimes I hit the dash with the one-liners/humor, but I do like to write so it varies 😅

Pet Peeves/Deal breakers:

- Too abrasive. In character is fine, especially with a charcater who rolls that way- it's fun for Alastor, in fact. But I will back away if it comes off as a little too close to being real.

- Please talk to me if I'm doing something you don't like! I don't always read the room, and can get carried away with hyperactive nonsense.

- I'm not here to just ship, I like a variety of stories: angst, fluff, adventure, comedy...even nsfw if it comes to it. I really had never shipped until I jumped into the RPC 😅

Best time to write: Any time that I have time 😂

Are you like your muse?

Yes, unfortunately. With the exception of being a serial killer, of course xD