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Ok, Iâve finished one run of book 3! I went with Ethan and Adam. Debated rerunning that to see different choices or doing Henry and Nate next.
#life at nerdy holler#twc#the wayhaven chronicles#agree with some other people#plot didnât grab me as much#but tons of RO times#taking Adam to Tinaâs was less of catastrophe than I imagined#alos loving BBF Nateâs little chat with Adam at the very end
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ls! sunkissed duo and tr! aimross are actually pretty similar. (both are my favourite duos and I found that rly funny)
a person who gets beaten down on the daily and their special emotional support guy who would kill anyone for them if they ask once (but if they don't they are just as protective in other ways)
one is more selfless other is more selfish. (the selfish desire in question being to ensure their friend's safety and happiness above all else but still)
#holo tired rambles#the realm smp#not tagging ls#sunkissed are more messed up emotionally than aimross but still#aimsey and derapchu especially are close paralels#selfish in wanting their friend to just leave with them and get rid of what's bothering them#and also neutral and not having the same morals as their friend#derapchu can and will kill people (for a reason but not as strict of a reason like zam). he wanted to kill people for zam multiple times#aimsey does not gaf abot the kingdom and hates the monarchy. but will absolutely help ros (and sometimes the kingdom) bc they are friends#ros and zam are not that comparable but still#both gave people a lot of chances to change but came to same results giving up on them in the end (tr!pili and ls!kab)#both are walked over by people around them (underestimation with ros and âhe won't do anythingâ to zam) except a few#and sunkissed and aimross are both such cute and healthy (mostly. ls! derapchu I am looking at your jealous ass) dynamics#just feels nice to watch them hang out each time :3 (plus ls!zam and tr!ros deserve the world)#thats a shit ton of tags dam
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#mumbling in the tags#the thing about amateur coding is that you gotta have an idea. then think about how to search how ro make it happen#adn fiddle with wording a couple times until you get actual results. and then you gotta apply that functionaly in a way that works with#everything else you've already done or rewire a bunch of things and then#after a lot of time fiddling with the code and also debugging because idk you got one word or digit wrong#you gotta make it Look the way you want it to look - and the process repeats#and this is just. so much work. but so fun too ;-; so you will accidentally pull all nighters and people will ask 'hey is everything#alright? what are you working on?' and you can't really tell them because everyone knows there's a shit ton of stuff you had to be doing#instead of fiddling with html for funsies#anyway. finally managed to make javascript buttons work in my neocities page đđđđ
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i have decided to just start calling cjscisci world egg theory* for now as a placeholder. lets hear it for đł or đ„ idk which . whatever
*not actually a trans joke but that also works . real connor oc fans remember my giant treatise abt eggs and the spirit and ghosts as basically the more mature form of a human and soul and the body as the egg and etc. and basically its just a big thing i wrote while high and then it changed the course of cj scisci story 4ever bc thats when i added in dilly and liza and ronnie (who ik i said i got rid of and i might still get rid of them but they were made with dilly originally) who were from a different half finished concept i had going on . but anyways they got transplanted and then abbie and sanctity got transplanted as well
#oc#ramble#abby#sanctity#i dont have space to tag e erybody mentioned but this is mostly aby abby and sanctity anyway so.#and abbie is actually just um. well shes existed in like tons of things ive had her since i was 15 and she just keeps getting shuffled#around LOL. she was just a bg character 4 lulu Who remembers lulu and then umm. i kind of cared more abt her rhen rhe original thing/joke i#had w lulu so rhen lulu and abbie became equals and then i stopped rly caring abt lulu lol and then i played sdv and sanctity got borned and#i was rly happy with how she looked so i made her a whole oc and then i put her in abbie luluverse when lulu still existed#and Then technically is when i like rly didnt care abt lulu bc i cared more abt abbie and sanctity so then it basically just became abt them#and evenrually rhe whole demon thing they had going on got scrapped entirely and then they were just floating around aimlessly until i put#them in egg theory . YAY#but abbies personality didnt rly exist until egg theory sanctitys was a bit more there but she used to be more of a mean girl. but a lot of#her stuff is still the same.. her original concept was shes a highschooler who made a deal with a devil just ro like. be popular at school.#and the devil (bc the concepr was when you make a deal with a devil they just hang and do your bidding and also watch you tommake sure you#dont try to break the deal. idk i think i was watchjng spn at the time LOL. but anyways.) her devil is just her dog i oscillate between it#being a big dog or a small dog bc on one hand i love to imagine her with a little like handbag dog. and then i think its more plausible that#it goes to school with her and stuff. but i also think a big dog is funn i like a big dog. yk...#but ya. that whole concept is still rly darlinf snymore it doesnt rly work in egg theory unfortunately#but i always had a giggle imagining her like. having a serious as fuck conversation with her demon dog and somebody walks in and shes like#that wasnt snyrhing i wasnt falking to a dog youre crazy. and the dogs like đ.#and then also her onesided ass beef with avarice. bc abbie like her thing was she Accidentally made a contract with a demon (lulu if you can#believe) and doesnt even know nd thinks lulu is just like her friend . yk. and lulu is just her friend theyre just like well this is#interesting and fun. that dynamic is actually inspired by something sk embarassing i dont want to talk abt it but i think rhe dynamics fun#but if you know Dont talk 2 me abt it bc irs not ABT THAT i just like rhe dynamic okay.#but anyways. so then sanctitys one sided ass beef was that she knew that abbie also had a demon and she was like theres only room for ONE#demonically assisted 15 yesr old in this small town rural highschool!! and doesnt realize that avarice is literally just vibing. she thinkgs#abbie is like mocking her and playing dumb#lulu is aware of rhe beef and doss fuck with sanctity for fjn. soghhh its kind of fun avtually i kjnd of like all that#i might try and take some of this energy into current. i like how abbies ass was just oblivious to literally everything
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I used to cry bc i wanted ppl to text me back immediately or would feel rejected and sad when they didnt, but now when i get two notifications from someone immediately i get pissed off
Is it not enough that i just replied? Now you want a back and forth? I can't give that to you, I'm busy.
#the only person i can stand doing this is wart but i also have discord silent and have fun talking to them#everyone else for the most part please take your time and wait at least an hour responding#ik i will. i think this basically comes from the fact i enjoy my free time a lot more and used to be suffocated by loneliness#but now that ive had tons of relationships both deep and superficial im like ah. i dont like being bothered#i feel like such a bitch about it too bc itll be my sweetheart friends or dudes who seem interested in me#i always warn guys once we get off the platform im probably gonna get flaky w communication#bc i fucking hate getting texts but am so good at checking somewhere a few times a day#every yime i wake up i literally have to swipe outta ten notificstions of bs. i could just turn off my email notifications but i do hse the#them* like ill be waming up at 7am and theres 200 notifications moet of em useless. and somehow ill have 2 missed calls#and then ill wake up at 1pm ro the same and again at 3pm. Nd im just like. stop.#what i hate about this the most tho is now that im this way ppl are constantly chasing me. like stoe#esp men. im not rly into it at all. i haye getting: đđœ texts#like i saw you. i was busy.
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The vast stretches of lone trees and wild grass of the rural countryside lures the ego overboard, pulling consciousness off course into addiction, delusion and seductionâs disintegrating madness. You barely pull yourself home from there every evening, the sun telling your time, the birds your weather forecast. One day you might not return home at all.
From the Mud is a Midwest gothic inspired horror set in a solitary countryside occupied only by two small towns and stretches of untamed nature. You play a troubled cowboy/girl/puncher whoâs ground deep into a maddening, repetitive routine that a string of deaths suddenly upends. The sheriff of the neighboring town along with a driven journalist and an old friend whose bridge youâve long since burnt comes to town having heard the news. As youâre hunting for the culprit and running from yourself, your quiet life on the ranch is disturbed, forcing you to keep your cards close and choose your company carefully. But the most pressing matter proves to be whether you can trust your own mind.
From the Mud
â Interactive fictional psychological horror written in choice script
Features
Play as either a man, woman, or other
Choose your appearance from overall features to minor details
Experience nuanced romance as either straight, gay, or bi, or forgo romance altogether
Choose whether youâre religious or not in an overly christian rural town
Experience the world react differently towards you depending on who you identify as
Get wrapped up in the chaos to solve the mystery of several murders
Lose touch with reality and slowly question everything around you
Remember: you have to choose to get better
Reject the possibility of unnatural forces at play, or believe
Rot in a jail cell
Ride a horse!
Play a game mostly not driven by numbered stats but meaningful actions and a fuck ton of trackers
Demo! | pinterest
Advisory for the story so far: death, gore, profanity
Basics about some of the important RO characters and other below
The Sheriff â Zachariah âZachâ Mallory â a man in his mid thirties
Sheriff Mallory works from his office in Two Rocks, and though his occupation means working closely with other people and seeing to their needs, it would be indolent to describe him as being good with people. At all. Being abrasive and ill-natured, the man does, however, suit the role of authority well. When the angry crease on his forehead soften, you might find there is something else within his tired eyes.
The sheriff has dark brown, chin-length hair and a matching little effort short beard. His sand-colored skin is sun-kissed from being outside, the circles under his eyes almost a purple kind of shade. Under a heavy set of brows sits a pair of dark blue, almost stormy gray eyes. Standing at an imposing height, Mallory is nigh refused anything, and canât be forced to wear the ugly uniform his rank requires. Instead, he sports a simple white fitted t-shirt and a pair of well-loved denim jeans.
The Journalist â Candy Tillman â a woman in her early thirties
Working for the local news station in Two Rocks, Ms. Tillman has through work experience and excellent mentoring from her predessessor become a hound chasing stories and truths. She is both idealistic and romanticizing (that which shouldnât), and yet entirely unsusceptable to bullshit. When her facade falters who will accept her then?
The woman with the sweetest name has blonde hair that falls to the middle of her shoulder blades, which she loves to blowout. Her tan skin is contoured by a natural style of makeup, her small, light blue eyes painted. Candy is average height, reaching taller stature with her go-to minimalist pumps. The journalist prefers simple, feminine silhouttes of clothing, keeping up with the times.
The Best Friend â Blythe Abel Goodwin â a woman in her mid twenties
Blythe is your best friend who you grew up with in Ashley and who stuck around when everyone left, though you know she wouldâve loved to leave just as much as you once did. In response to the death of her dreams and the narrow-minded opinions of the general inhabitation of the area, she has defiantly become a person of unique and unpredictable character. Youâve known each other through thick and thin, but is there a side to her yet to be discovered?
Your childhood friend is a contrast-filled woman just under average height. Long, black, cascading hair falls from her head down to her mid-back. Choppily home-cut bangs frame her small face. Her fair skin turns rosy in the cold. Blytheâs almond eyes that are sometimes obscured by a pair of reading glasses, are hazel. She wears whatever the fuck she wants.
The Colleague â Ford Wiley Mallory â a man in his early twenties
Ford Wiley is the younger half-brother of Sheriff Mallory and your colleague on the ranch. Working there only half-time, the younger Mallory is dedicated and driven only in the field of his passion; music. His band has only ever played at the local bar, though. Reserved and perhaps somewhat more thin-skinned than most living out on the countryside, Wiley makes do with refreshing optimism. Whether this optimism is genuine or fabricated is yet to be revealed.
Your part-time cowboy coworker has long, wavy brown hair that he sometimes makes an effort to style, and otherwise lets it live its own life. He and his half-brother have little in common, appearance included; Wiley has olive skin covered in freckles. His eyes are dark brown, and he is of average height. The musicianâs clothes consist of unwanted (by himself) hand-me-downs from Zachariah and ill-gotten items.
The Old Friend â Sawyer âSawâ Brennan â a gender selectable person in their late twenties (m/f)
You grew up with Sawyer along with Blythe, and the three of you braved your childhood and youth in this godforsaken place for years. But they left when things got hardest, and you havenât been able to get past it even after all these years. Over the years Sawyer has been away theyâve grown into a person you barely know anymore, and you struggle with their sudden return. Will you be able to understand and forgive them for leaving?
Sawyer has inky brown curly hair, worn long (f) or short (m) and loose, carefully taken care of and styled. They have warm brown skin and sharp eyes to match. Your old friend is tall, fitting their frame into oversized graphic t-shirts and either color matched sweats or baggy jeans.
My intentions with this game: It is not supposed to be a beautiful story, it is supposed to be ugly. Writing this game in the way I am is my taking a step away from perfection and seeing where my unpolished writing takes the story. I have been ruled by fear of inadequacy and a desire for âperfect timingâ long enough. If I continue to wait for the âright momentâ to create, I will end up not creating at all. My only desire now is to simply create, and continue doing so until I have something to show for it.
Story is written and coded by me
Credits to Cole Meanor for the beautiful photography done for the headers!
#interactive fiction#feel free to ask any questions :)#choice of games#from the mud if#from the mud#midwestern gothic#rural decay#horror#cog#choice script#if wip#hosted games#choicescript#interactive game#work in progress#current wip#psychological horror#mystery#rural gothic#rural#cowboy#murder mystery
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Black History Month Author Spotlight: Lapin
To kickstart the Black History Month Author Spotlight series, I'd like to introduce everyone to our first IF author, Lapin (@harlequinoccult)!
(I had a ton of fun reading Lapinâs answers, and Iâm sure you will too! Read on for a celebration of âweird,â Lapinâs Black southern gothic / horror influences, and how a D&D game could lead to interactive fiction!
Lapin, thank you again for your candid, humorous responses, I am very honored to have gotten to know you better :D)
Author: Lapin
Black creole and cajun, artist and writer, and wannabe game developer
Games: Slaughter Squad (Horror, Slasher, Romance)
Synopsis: YOU HAVE A HUNGER A HUNGER THAT YOUâVE BEEN NEGLECTING For the most part, youâre a pretty normal mid-20-something year old who lives in a shitty apartment in the city. Well, except for one thing. Your.....âAssociateâ Carter âDollfaceâ Abernathy. Who is a murderer, and quite frankly, a sloppy one at that. And youâre the accessory to his crimes. No matter what way youâve gotten to know the man, or how you feel about him, youâre stuck with him, and stuck with just being his little âhelperâ ........Or are you? Especially when youâre suddenly given a....Unique opportunity.
Games: The Valley of Luck (Fantasy, Adventure, Romance)
Synopsis: The Valley of Luck was said to be a myth. Something that grandparents would tell their grand-kids around a campfire. Even those who worshiped Lucian, The God of Luck, thought it nothing but an old wives tale. Until, one day, a man with an arm made of solid gold started telling people that he'd been there, that he'd seen the Valley. Word spread quickly, and suddenly, every continent was alight with the rumor that The Valley was real, that it could give you all the riches you could ever want, and then some. However, your quest, whether related to The Valley or not, will lead you down a much stranger path.
Quote from the interview:
My upbringing was a bit odd. I am the youngest of three, two older brothers, one being a half brother, in a black military household⊠Middle school Lapin was a jock. But, lo and behold, the internet started getting more popular and that kid's brain exploded from internet exposure, for better and for worse. ⊠I feel that there is a specific and niche demographic of people like me that were raised by early 2000s to 2010s internet. And on that era of internet, were creepypastas, online horror, early ARGsâŠ.I ADORED internet horror, which was my gateway into classic horror, funnily enough. Slaughter Squad, in my eyes, is a letter to that black kid that wanted to be weird. Be weird, be messy, see a fucked up movie, get more out of life.
Read on for the full interview!
Tell me more about yourself! What are some things new readers or long-time readers might not know about you?
Both parts of my family are 100% from Louisiana, New Orleans and the deep south. My moms side have been there so long, we have two streets named after us.
Can you tell me a bit about what youâre working on right now and your journey into interactive fiction? What inspired the game/story youâre currently writing?
My main project, of course, is Slaughter Squad. I love slasher movies and horror media in general. But what I always noticed with horror/romance, at least in the visual novel scene, is that the main character is nearly always the one getting screwed over, so I thought, well, what if the bad guys actually are your peers? How would this dynamic change if they don't see you as prey? I never thought that premise would appeal so much to so many but hey, I can't complain! I adore seeing people having fun with the silly little concept I had.
Now, my secondary project, The Valley of Luck. Some may not know this, but this story is based off of a D&D campaign I DM'ed back in the day with my friends. All the ROs are NPCs that my friends had, or where going to encounter. I won't lie, I did shy away from it and changed some things when the whole debacle with Wizards of the coast (the company that "owns" D&D) Where making some...questionable decisions. But this story is my baby. My first born. This one has been in the works far longer than SLSQ and has a lot of background lore that I hope I get the opportunity to share.
I do have a few other projects bumping around, One I am particularly excited for, But that one will have to wait a little bit~
How has your identity, heritage/background, upbringing, or personal experiences influenced your storytelling or writing process? OR How does your work feature aspects of your identity / experience?
My upbringing was a bit odd. I am the youngest of three, two older brothers, one being a half brother, in a black military household. I never felt that I truly had a sense of identity until that household inevitably split up. Everyone talks about being the weird kid in middle school, but no one mentions being the "normal on the outside but wants to be the weird kid so bad its painful on the inside but can't because you were told that stuff is 'white people shit' " type of kid.
Middle school Lapin was a jock. But, lo and behold, the internet started getting more popular and that kid's brain exploded from internet exposure, for better and for worse. I was a little shitter on the internet, I can't lie about that, as much as I want to. But I feel that there is a specific and niche demographic of people like me that were raised by early 2000s to 2010s internet. And on that era of internet, were creepypastas, online horror, early ARGs....I ADORED internet horror, which was my gateway into classic horror, funnily enough. Slaughter Squad, in my eyes, is a letter to that black kid that wanted to be weird. Be weird, be messy, see a fucked up movie, get more out of life.
What does your writing process look like? Any rituals or habits? Any tips, tricks, philosophies or approaches that have worked very well for you?
Let your characters speak through you like you're being possessed by a demon.
Whatâs the one thing youâre really proud of that youâve written so far? Do you have a favorite character or scene that youâve written?
I am so serious.
is it wildly inconvenient? yes. does it help your writing a ton? also yes. Doing Roleplay with friends is a fantastic way to learn to do this. being a DM for a D&D game has basically made it so characters can simply speak from my brain at any given moment. It's also annoying because some of these people do NOT shut up. Learning how a character would react on the fly does wonders for dialogue writing and character analysis. Roleplay with your friends, or hell, strangers who are down to clown that could become friends. Be cringe. be free.
I love the opening to Slaughter Squad and if you told me to rewrite it with a gun to my head I would tell you to shoot me. I love how punchy it is and it came out exactly how I wanted it to. I don't play favorites with characters (<- lying) but my two favorites to write are the stinky little bastard cat Sterling in TVoL and.....Carter, from SLSQ. I love writing complete bastards. One being lighthearted and gets a pass for it because he's just a kitty cat and the other you want to actively beat his face in with your bare hands. It's SO funny.
If you were to say one thing to your readers, other authors, and/or the interactive fiction community: what would it be?
Write. Write it now. Doesn't have to be good doesn't have to be polish all that matters is that you WROTE IT. All the bells and whistles can come later!!!! Stop thinking about the later and think about the now!!!! Write what you love and never give two shits about if it's cringe!!! Be excellent to each other!!!
Any books, music, movies etc. youâre obsessed with at the moment, or which changed your life (or perspectives on something)?
GO LISTEN TO CHROMAKOPIA BY TYLER THE CREATOR RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!
This-or-that segment: (bold = Lapinâs pick)
Coffee or tea?
Early mornings or late nights?
City or countryside?
Angsty or Cozy romances? (Or enemies-to-lovers or best-friends-to-lovers?)Â Â
Steady progress or frenzied binge-writing followed by periods of calm?
Summer or Winter?
First drafts or editing?
Introvert or extrovert?
Plotter or pantser?
Characters or plot first?
Lapinâs custom âthis-or-thatâ pairing: Rain or Shine
More on Black Southern Gothic:
Black southern gothic can vary a lot, but when I think of it, I think of old semi abandoned wood shotgun houses in the swamp, all white tiny baptist churches where the white paint is peeling from the heat and humidity, riding horses down a dirt paved street while people still ride by in their old busted down 1960s chevys. Old plantation houses that have been reclaimed by the swamp. The dark, humid heat of the night on a street with no streetlights. Every house you see is absolutely haunted by something and not just ghosts. Voodoo and hoodoo is different than what people will tell you it is.
Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo by Ntozake Shange, Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jessamin Ward, and anything by Toni Morrison 100%.
#author features#spotlight#black history month#interactive fiction#interactive games#if: features#itch.io#slaughter squad#the valley of luck#interview feature#game dev
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â OCTOBER 2024.
accomplishments.
ahh i canât believe itâs november (almost typed october there, great going me). itâs so wild to think weâre almost at the new year. i say that every time holiday season rolls around, but i genuinely feel it every year. so so crazy.
onto actual writing stuff: i hope you all enjoyed chapter eleven!! itâs been a month since it was released and i got such great reception from it, so thank you for reading and for saying such wonderful things to me. i spent the first bit of this month taking a break from writing (and recovering from the mental toll chapter eleven took on me), but iâm back at it now and iâm pleased to say that chapter twelve is in the works.
i'm currently writing one of two big branches in the book featuring, you guessed it, the ros. i know i've said this a lot lately, but we are truly very close to the romance lock and i want to make sure you have ample one-on-one time with the ro(s) of your choice before that happens. it's mostly for development reasons, but it definitely doesn't hurt that you get more time with your faves, right? thank me later.
to give you a little glimpse of chapter twelve, i'll vaguely say that Eliana's meeting will be a doozy. she's on a completely different level from Mirai and i already know i'm going to have so much fun writing that scene. i have plans to add tons of details and flavour text, and while it'll probably be more complicated than it needs to be (causing my future self to curse me out), i think it'll be really worth it. the intricacies of this game may be tedious at times, but i also think it's what makes it flourish (and loved) so i'm more than happy to do it. plus it gets me excited so hehe.
overall, the goal for this month involves writing. tons of writing. i don't have a date for chapter twelve yet since it's much too early, but i don't want to make you all wait ten months again, so i'm working my hardest! this chapter is going to be difficult to write (really though, when do i not struggle with writing?) but i'm really excited for it. Eliana's scene will truly be one for the books.
as always, take care of yourselves <3
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chapter total:Â 9305 words
game total:Â ~520,780 words
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-ââââ---â« ROS | JJK â«---âââââ-
â pairing | CEO jk x Y/n
â summary | Jungkook is obsessed with you in every way possible and would take the moon and the stars out of the sky and gift them to you if he could.
â warning | smut, fluff, mentions of rough sex, hair pulling, jk proposes to y/n, unprotected sex (please use condoms i'm begging), creampie, oral (m receiving), idk some cute shit I was thinking of.
â word count | 1.8K
â song | ROS - Mac Miller
Jungkook met you when you came in to interview as his secretary. Ever since then, he's craved you. He knew he had to have you. So, he asked you on dates, which at first you declined. You tried the workplace romance thing and dating your boss didn't seem like the smartest idea. But after he asked the fifth time, you figured why not? Hot rich boss buying you food? Deal. He charmed you, he was funny and smart. He talked so dearly of his mother and he really made you fall for him. What you didn't know is that he fell harder. Your smile that night is burned into his brain. Your giggle made it easier to breathe. You smelled of flowers and fresh air, your voice was soft like honey and you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on.
After a few months of dating, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You of course said yes. He made it his top priority to find out everything you've ever loved or hated. He watched and listened being the most caring boyfriend in the world. Anything you wanted he'd find a way to get it. Anything you'd touch in the store he'd take a picture of and surprise you with something special every other night. He made you feel like a princess. "My love" he'd call you. He was always so gentle with you.
Except when he was fucking you. He didn't have an aggressive personality, but he loved fucking you until you couldn't take it. Jungkook was hands down the best dick you ever had. He had a huge dick and knew how to use it. He'd never seriously hurt or make you do something you couldn't handle. You and your safety were always his top priority. After a rough round, he'd kiss your face and ask "Was I too rough my love, I'm sorry if I was, I will be more gentle." He had never hurt you and you loved it when he fucked you like you were a little ragdoll, but you loved that he always considered you. Jungkook never came first. NEVER. You were always the first to come, and he made sure of it. You were sure if Jungkook looked at you and told you to come you could. He knew you just that well.
Jungkook was never the type to get nervous around you. You always made him feel comfortable enough to be himself. So why was he shaking right now? Oh, he was gripping a small ring box in his hand and was praying you'd say yes to marrying him. He didn't really think you'd say no, but maybe you saw someone hotter than him yesterday and wanted to leave him. You didn't and you don't, but what if you did? He stood behind you with his hand in his pants pocket gripping that box like it was your ass while you rode him.
You were in the Louvre, one of your favorite places to be in the world. He rented it out, which cost a shit ton of money but no amount of money would be worth your reaction, well at least he hoped.
Your back faced him are you admired the piece you loved so much. Psyche Revived by Cupidâs Kiss, reminded you of you and Jungkook. Your love always felt fresh and new, it felt soft and sweet, and it was something you knew you wanted to feel forever. So when you turned to face him and he knelt before you with a ring in his shaking hands you felt like the world stopped spinning and you two were the only people on earth.
"Please..." He started. Suddenly the long speech he had talked himself through slipped his mind. All he knew was that the girl he wanted forever stood before him and he wanted more than anything for you to say yes.
"I knew the moment I met you that I wanted to marry you. I never shut up about you. I could write so many books about you and our love because our story is one that is so beautiful that it has to be shared. I'd rather die than not be with you because loving you is like breathing air. I need you and more than anything, I want you Y/n. Will you marry me?" He said everything his heart felt, it was like his heart spoke for him.
You dropped to your knees in front of him. Your eyes brimmed with tears and you began to sob. He was quick to grab and hold you as you cried. "Are you okay my love?" All you could do was nod. You look at him and he smiled, he couldn't help it. "What did I do in my past life to deserve someone like you?" you sniffled and all he could do was pout, "If I could take the moon and all the stars in the sky and give it to you, I would," Jungkook responded. You kissed him softly but deeply. "I would marry you a million times over." You say kissing him again. He felt like his heart was doing jumping jacks. You said yes, those three letters sounded like the sweetest coming from your lips. He pecked your lips one last time before showing you the ring. Holy shit it was beautiful, you couldn't even imagine what it could be worth. He slipped in on your finger and you held your hand up to watch it sparkle. "Pretty right? It's custom. I had some jewelers in France make it for me, well for you." He smiled watching you.
"I'm going to give you the best head of your life," you say so suddenly. Jungkook laughs at your statement his eyes never leaving you. He stood and reached for your hand to help you up. You took his hand and stood. You kissed him again. "Thank you Jungkook," you said. "Anything for you my love." He spoke softly.
"Anything?" You look up at him. He nods surely. "Absolutely anything." You smiled. "Okay, then can we go home?" You ask. "Are you sure you don't want to look more? It's just us here." You looked at him with your fuck me eyes. "No, because what I really want to do is have you fuck me until I can't stand." You whisper lowly to him. He stiffened, "Let's go," He said simply grabbing your hand and nearly started running out with you.
It was something about the sex you and Jungkook have. It was like you were made for each other. So when his girl wanted to fuck, he was going to dick you down like he had to start a journey of celibacy the next day. Whatever you say goes.
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You arrived at the vacation home Jungkook surprised you with a month prior. Sloppily you shuffle through the door shedding each other of your clothes. Making out passionately you back him up the wall in your foyer. His eyes are dark and hungry. He needed you so desperately. You suck his neck while your hands undo his pants. His hand grabs at your waist. You stroke him over his clothed cock. He groans kissing your lips again. You break the kiss, "Let me suck your cock, please." You say it almost begging him. He nods quickly and surely. You grab his hand and drag him onto the couch.
He sits and you kneel before him. He watched your every move. You shuffle his pants and boxers down to his ankles, watching his cock spring free. You bite your bottom lip which turns him on to no extent. You pump him a few times before making eye contact with him and you put him in your mouth. His breath hitches and he groans as you bob your head your hand resting on his pelvis he glances at the ring and then back to your eyes. You're driving him crazy you take your mouth off him, still looking at him you collect the spit in your mouth and let it slowly drip on the tip of his cock. You are the hottest sight he's ever seen. You stroke him again before taking all of him in your mouth. "Fuck baby, just like that." He tosses his head back uncontrollably. He quickly sits his head up and he can feel the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat, he grabs a handful of your hair pulling it gently. You moan on his cock and it sends him into a spiral. "Fuck stop I'm going to come." He says breathily. "Come in my mouth," you say simply.
"My love you know you always come first," he moans struggling through his words as you stroke him. "This one time? Please? I thought you'd give me anything I want." You pout. He smirks at your cheekiness, using his own words against him. He nods for you to continue. You smile putting him back into your mouth. You suck him a little more and you hear his breath quicken. "Fuck I'm coming baby, fuck fuck" He moans before he empties his load into your mouth. You keep your lips wrapped around his tip making sure you get every last drop. You open your mouth to show him his mess. You look him in the eyes as you swallow.
"God, you are so fucking hot," he says with a chuckle. "Take your panties off and get up here." He demands. You stand take off your panties discard them and straddle him. He strokes your pussy with his index and middle fingers. "Sucking me off got you this wet, Jesus?" You smile kissing him once. He lined up his cock with your entrance and slowly you sat on his cock. You moaned as he stretched you out. You never really got used to his cock, he was so thick and long it drove you crazy every time. He grabbed your ass, slapping your left cheek before gripping it once more. "Shit, baby." You moan. "Fuck me, baby," You say softly. He grabs the underside of your ass and helps you bounce on his cock. He is losing his mind in you. He slides down a bit so he could fuck you a little deeper. Good call on his part because as soon as he starts fucking into you he hits that spot that drives to you nuts. You moan as he fucks into at the same pace, "Fuck there, Kook, right there!" you scream out. "God, I'm coming." You shake as you come undone on him and he empties himself into you.
"Thank you...Thank you." you shutter coming down from your high. He smiles when he looks up at you. He kisses your nose lightly. "You okay my love? I wasn't too rough right?" you nod. "You were perfect baby" you say looking at him lovingly.
"My pretty fiancĂ©e coming on my cock, You're so perfect." you blush. "Come on baby, Let's get you cleaned up." He said sweetly. He got his dream girl and couldn't be happier. âI was thinking round 2 in the shower?â You suggest. âIf you can handle it.â he teases. Him and his pretty fiancĂ©e had the brightest of futures ahead.
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Bridgerton shade of blue
Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader
The Viscount is set on finding a wife this season, and you are trying again for your second season. While Anthony is dealing with trials between Edwina and Kate Sharma, you are dealing with trials of your own. Benedict Bridgerton is ever present in your life, but your pursuit to find a husband must come first. Society is ever so exhausting.
{Masterlist}
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Season Two
Chapter Twenty - The sisters
You step out of the carriage and look around you. The first ball of the season was always a grand affair. This one in particular as the queen had not yet chosen a diamond.
Last season, Lady Whistledown called Daphne Bridgerton a diamond of the first water, which made her stand out in the ton. Now, the queen was expected to choose a diamond every season. One lucky debutant would sparkle among all the others.
You take your mother's arm and head inside. Many were already present. Lots of lovely young ladies looking for partners for the evening. Your mother leaves your aide to go speak to some of the other mama's.
You stand alone near the entrance and look around. You couldn't spot anyone you knew. You decide to take a walk around the room.
Nerves were setting in. It was strange. You felt like you were doing all of this for the first time again. A few gentlemen glance at you as you pass by. You smile. They smile back. You keep walking.
As you make a turn about the room, you spot the Bridgertons arriving. You see Eloise dressed in a beautiful gown, yet looking uncomfortable. Violet looks very proud and excited. Then there's Benedict. Handsome and smiley.
You move quickly out of sight to avoid him. The way he had sketched you yesterday and what he had said had caused butterflies to rise in your stomach. You're not sure what to make of him right now.
While you try hard to avoid the gaze of the Bridgerton family, you do not escape the sight of Lady Danbury. As she sees you loitering around corners, she calls your name. Startled, you turn quickly in her direction. With a beck of her finger, you make your way over to her.
"Lady Danbury."
"Allow me to introduce you to my guests this season. Lady Mary Sharma and her daughters. Miss Kathani Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma."
"Delighted," you smile at them.
Mary smiles politely at you. Her daughters do, too. Edwina, in particular, shares a striking resemblance to her mother. You take a look at the two sisters. Kathani is taller than Edwina, who is rather petite. Both of them have eye that sparkle in the lights of the ballroom. Their smiles are kind, though you sense a little nervousness from Edwina.
"A pleasure. You must call me Kate," the eldest of the two says, stepping forward ro greet you properly.
"Kate. I am looking for friends this season, I would be delighted to help make you both feel more comfortable this season if Lady Danbury agrees?"
Lady Danbury gives you a nod with an amused glint in her eye.
"I would be delighted. As would my sister, I'm sure." Kate turns to look at Edwina.
"Very much so." Edwina smiles.
Edwina's voice is higher than Kate's. She speaks softer, too. There are clear differences between them, but at the same time they are rather alike.
You smile at them both.
Lady Danbury comes up beside you and leans in rather close. "Avoiding your friends?"
"Not exactly."
"No? It looked to me like you were hiding." She chuckles.
"I was merely taking some time to myself. I need to get back into this. Last year did not quite go to plan." You avoid looking at her.
"Good things come to those who wait. I recommend branching out and growing your social circle. Miss Penelope Featherington could perhaps use another friend."
You look in the direction Lady Danbury is looking. Penelope stands among mamas gossiping, no doubt. You get the hint and make your way over there, hoping to spend time with the Sharma sisters again soon.
Perhaps this year is, in fact, a good time to make mkre friends. It gives you an excuse to avoid Benedict for a while, too.
"Penelope," you greet her softly.
"Oh, hello." She smiles shyly.
"May I keep you company a while?" You ask.
"Would you not prefer being among the others?" She asks in return.
You glance around the room and then back at her. "For tonight, no. I think I would much prefer to be a wallflower."
Penelope smiles slightly.
"How are you?"
"I am well." She nods. "Just... biding my time, I suppose."
The truth was that Penelope was watching and listening. Though she couldn't quite tell you that, or for what purpose. You would never believe her anyway.
"Is that Lady Mary Sheffield Sharma?" Portia asks, watching the Sharma family walk by. Kate smiles at you as she passes. You smile back at her. "I can't believe she would show her face here again," Portia continued.
"A scandal, mama?" Cressida asks her mother.
"Lady Mary was the incomparable of our season, until she fell in love with and married some kind of clerk, I hear. The two of them absconded to India, thereafter."
"A maharajah I would have understood, but the man was no more than a common worker who already had a child." One of the other mamas chimed in.
"That must be her. The older one," Portia points out toward Kate. You look at her from beside Penelope. There was no denying Kate was gorgeous.
"Lady Mary's parents, the Sheffields, never lived down the shame, did they?"
"Too ashamed to show their faces in London."
"If only every family could be as respectable as ours. Yes, Lady Featherington?" Lady Cowper chuckles softly.
You don't see Portia's response, too focused on watching Kate and Edwina.
You turn to Penelope. "No luck for you either?" You ask softly.
"Hm? Oh. No..." Penelope looks down shyly. "Excuse me." She leaves your side and walks away. You sigh softly. You ignore the chuckle of Cressida behind you and walk off in the other direction.
You have so far managed to successfully dodge Benedict, and for that you feel great relief. He must be preoccupied elsewhere. As you walk about the room you spot Edwina being asked to dance by Lord Corning. He's a tall handsome fellow with a good background. Edwina dances elegantly with him.
"Do you know him?"
You turn to find Kate looking at you. You smile and shakes your head. "Not personally. I know of him. He's very kind."
Kate watches her sister quietly.
"Are you not dancing?" You ask.
"I am here for my sister. Hers is the only match I care about. What about you?" She asks in return.
"Oh, no. I don't think I fit into society. It's too busy, too wanting. I don't think there is a perfect match for me. I got close last season, but it did not work out."
"What of him?" Kate nods across the room. You follow her gaze and find Benedict looking at you. He makes his way over once you spot him.
"I must go," you excuse yourself and flee.
Kate watches you go, and then watches Benedict follow the path you have taken. She wasn't sure what that was about, but she felt inclined not to intervene.
You find refuge in a dark corner behind some flowers. You sigh as you lean against the wall. Dodging Benedict all night was going to be harder than you thought.
"Are you hiding from me?"
You jump and turn to see Benedict looking at you. "No."
"It seemed like you were."
"I just need some space. All that dancing..."
"I didn't see you dancing." Benedict reaches for your dance card. "Your card is empty."
You take your hand back and sigh. "I'm sorry. I was just... confused."
"About that?" He asks.
"Forget about it. Why aren't you dancing?" You ask.
"I'm avoiding the mamas."
You chuckle softly.
"Dance with me?" He asks.
Your heart skips a beat. He offers you his hand and you know you can't really say no without making him worry. You take his hand and let him guide you to the floor. You join in with the dance.
Benedict looks at you as you both dance. "So tell me, why have you been avoiding me?"
You know he's not going to let this go. "I was embarrassed, I suppose."
"Embarrassed? Why?"
"Can I ask you something?" You ask softly.
"Of course."
"What do you see when you look at me?"
Benedict is struck into silence. He wasn't expecting that question from you. He has to remind himself that you're both dancing and take care not to step on your toes.
"You're beautiful, kind, honest, smart. You brighten up a room just by being in it. Your smile is genuine. You worry a lot, but I like that about you. It shows just how much you care about things and people. If I like you, other shall surely adore you."
You feel breathless. Benedict always knows just what to say to send you into a tizzy, but his last few words stung. He likes you, but not like that.
You put on a brave smile.
"Thank you, Benedict."
You both finish the dance, and he escorts you over to the refreshment table. He grabs you a glass and takes one for himself. You both sip your drinks. Before either of you can pick up the conversation, Violet comes over and leans into Benedict's other side.
"Have you seen your sister or your brother?" She asks, looking rather flustered.
"They managed to escape you? Good for them." Benedict smiles.
You nudge him harshly with your elbow. Benedict lets out a quiet ow and walks away, leaving you with Violet. You turn to her with a soft smile. "I'm sure they're not far."
Violet smiles softly and nods. "Have you two made up then?" She asks, referring to you and Benedict.
"Made up?"
"I was under the impression something happened." She looks a little confused.
"All is well. Your son has helped me see something in me I hadn't noticed before. That's all."
Violet smiles and then shifts her gaze as Lady Danbury approaches. You greet the other woman and she nods at you with a pleasing smile.
"Lady Danbury. Splendid evening," Violet comments.
"For the most part. There are a few guests whose absence I might not have regretted."
Lady Bridgerton laughs. "I do hope I'm not one of them."
"You and I have common interest this season, it seems." Lady Danbury tells her.
"I heard. Your wards, I look forward to meeting them."
"I met them earlier," you chime in. "Two very beautiful ladies."
Violet seems pleased by your words.
The two ladies talk away, and you find this a good opportunity to sneak away. You miss Kate and Edwina leaving rather quickly from the ball, unaware what had occurred between Kate and Anthony in the garden.
Benedict finds you again rather quickly. He comes up beside you and looks around. "Has my mama ended her pursuit?"
"I don't know why you're worried. She has her hands full with Eloise and Anthony. I don't envy her position with those two."
Benedict chuckles. "Is my mama not helping you, also?"
"She has offered her assistance, yes. Yet, I do not expect to come first. Her own children are her priority, and for that, I understand. I think I shall push the subject to the back of my mind for now."
Benedict regards you quietly and then nods.
The rest of the evening passes in quiet company with the second eldest brother. He sees no reason to leave your side when he's finding himself enjoying his time so much.
He even escorts you outside at the end. Everyone is too occupied with themselves to pay any attention to you two.
Benedict sees that you get in your carriage safely and bids you farewell. You wave as the carriage leaves. He watches you go before joining his family again.
Another season, another opportunity for chaos to arise.
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Update (more like me rambling than an actual update, tbh)
Hope y'all are doing alright! I saw my inbox filled with asks and kind words (y'all are the best, as always), and I'll start answering everything once I wrap up Chap 2, Part 2. I want to focus fully on writing so I can get you the whole chapter before March at least, haha.
I'm gonna start correcting what I've written so far to avoid ending up with 100k words to fix all at once. We're about 50% through Chap 2, Part 2 (38k words, but it'll probably hit 40k with corrections). There are branches that have messed with my brain because I wanted to include scenes for each RO, but I don't regret it. I love games with lots of replayability (is that how we say it?), so I want mine to offer that too.
Chap 2, Part 2 will have a ton of branches for each RO, plus the option if you're not pursuing anyone, so it might take a while to get that full chapter out. I honestly don't know how other authors keep track of so many branches! I've always respected them as a reader/player, but being the one writing makes me wanna hand my future kids over to those incredible authorsâŠ
On top of that, I'm dealing with another issue. I've been writing so much that I think I'm slowly slipping into that "They gaze at her and say," "They take the paper and it falls" vibe (is that even a thing? Idk). You know, the kind of writing with no real description. I find myself double-checking everything to make sure the descriptions are 'good,' and I think I'll just play some IFs when I got time, to help me regain my groove without turning phrases all weird (I hate reading books, that's why I'm gonna play IFs). This is making me slow down a bit.
I've been pushing myself to write at least 4-5k words each day for the past 3 (4?) months, and I think I shouldnât have done that. I'm putting pressure on myself without even realizing it. It's only when I end up with 'only' 3k words that I start feeling upset and push through to hit minimum 4k. I'm feeling good for now and don't mind writing that much, but I really don't want to wake up one day and boomâburnout. A Ko-fi member and some folks in my inbox have kindly reminded me to take breaks and take my time, so I think I'll slow down a bit. Like, maybe aim for 3k words?
I've been writing for years, (started on Wattpad in French, and yeah, it was⊠something) so no worries about the game going on hiatus or anything. I love writing, especially interactive stuffâso basically IFs, haha. Just wanted to keep you in the loop!
Anyway, this ended up way longer than I intended. Stay safe, don't forget to eat your greens, stay hydrated, and all that! <3
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There's No Party like a Political Party
âThe Galactic Senate recognizes Leia Organa Solo,â the chair announced.
âChairwoman, thank you,â Leia said, then stepped forwards, and the microphones and cameras focused on her. âSenators of the New Republic â I bring dire news. Proof, positive proof, that there is a need for this Republic to prepare for a war â or have war brought on our shoulders whether we are ready for it or not.â
There was a murmur of discussion, and Erudo Ro-Kiintor signalled to speak.
âLady Solo,â he said, using the title with care. âYou must realize that this is quite a change of views. You were, after all, the Populist candidate for election, and yet here you are making suggestions that are more in keeping with Centrists.â
He spread his hands. âYet, at the same time⊠what foe are you talking about? What war is there to fight? I agree that there is a need for a stronger military, but you speak as if there is a confirmed enemy.â
âIt is an old saying,â Leia replied, her voice carrying through the hall with or without the microphones. âThat it is important to follow the money. However, in this case⊠I have been inspired by the analyses of what went right and what went wrong during the Galactic Civil War, and how that war could have been brought to an end more quickly. A good friend of mine, Borrsk Feyâlya, made the point that the Bothan spies who discovered the Second Death Star had done good work⊠but that their work was not necessary, and that the same could have been achieved without their death.â
âWe all remember how important you were to the Alliance,â Erudo said. âIf you could please get to the point, Lady Solo?â
âOf course,â Leia replied, calmly. âThe instruction to follow the money is less important than the alternative â which is to follow those things which are less easily replaced. Over the last two years, Feyâlya and an organization built around his experts from the Alliance has been investigating Kuat-Entralia Shipbuilding.â
The murmur of discussion returned, louder this time, and Erudo leaned forwards.
âTo make an accusation of this sort on the Senate floor is not correct, Lady Solo,â he said. âDo you wish to withdraw your un-senatorial language?â
âI havenât said anything un-senatorial yet,â Leia replied. âAll I have said so far is that a team has been investigating Kuat-Entralia â and, specifically, they have been investigating the flows of durasteel and employees.â
Anyone who wasnât paying extremely close attention might have missed Erudoâs twitch.
âOver the last ten years, two hundred and thirty billion tons more in raw materials have been mined and processed by Kuat-Entralia than have been used in their finished products,â Leia said, calmly. âAfter allowing for wastage. In addition, recruitment for Kuat-Entralia has been elevated, and while their total employment numbers are lower than this would suggest analysis indicates that there are seventeen million fewer ex-employees of Kuat-Entralia than there should be given total recruitment over the past ten years.â
She met Erudoâs gaze. âSo yes, Senator. Now I am making an accusation. I am accusing Kuat-Entralia of building and crewing a fleet equivalent in size to several hundred modern battlecruisers, and I am accusing them of doing so while concealing it from this Republic.â
There was a loud babble of voices, until the chair called everyone to order.
âThis is all baseless,â Erudo protested.
âItâs quite far from baseless, Senator,â Leia said. âOf course, Iâm sure Kuat-Entralia could resolve the matter quite quickly if they were willing to explain where all the missing durasteel and employees went. I donât suppose youâd be willing to explain?â
Erudo blinked, then shook his head.
âWhy are you assuming I would know?â he asked. âThis is a fishing expedition, nothing more. An attempt to move back into public life after the revelation of your parentage.â
That was an attack, and Leia shook her head slightly.
âMy apologizes, Senator,â she said. âI thought someone who had received forty-seven million credits from the Kuat-Entralia board over the last three years alone would be able to comment on their staffing and long-term planning decisions. If not, what do they pay you for?â
âAll lies,â Erudo insisted. âThis Populist effort to discredit your rivals does you no favours, Lady Solo!â
âThere have been six votes in the last ten years on whether to expand funding for the New Republic navy,â Leia said. âIn addition to eight which did not make it out of departmental meetings on the topic. Each of those six votes was raised by Centrist leadership â including yourself, Senator â as vital to the New Republic. Populist votes on the topic were roughly evenly split, but Centrist votes have in every case been decisive⊠in killing the motions. And then every Centrist who voted for the motion described it as blocked by Populists, and as an example of the failures of the New Republic⊠blaming the Populists for the very problems they were creating!â
âYou are out of order,â Erudo insisted. âThis is an unsenatorial ambush!â
âThis is much less of an ambush than the methods used by the Galactic Empire,â Leia said. âIf I were my father, this meeting would have been taking place at three in the morning in a prison cell.â
She turned away from the spluttering man slightly, raising her voice. âSenators â our evidence from Kuat-Entralia suggests that this new fleet is not yet ready for deployment. But it will be at some point soon. I do not wish to tell you what the New Republic fleet should look like⊠but I will tell you that it would be a great mistake for us to not be able to answer that challenge. The Emperor took control because he had total effective command of the only significant military in the Galaxy, and he took care to destroy all others. We must not make that mistake â and we should certainly not make the mistake of allowing any military which can be built in private to be the only significant military in the galaxy.â
âOrder in the Senate!â the chair requested, as the hubbub of conversation got louder and louder. âOrder in the Senate!â
Leia was, on the whole, impressed.
She hadnât even got to how Feyâlyaâs Bothans had managed to finagle out the locations that those thousands of transports full of processed material and ship parts and trained experts had been going⊠one being the world of Ilum, and the other being a world with the peculiar name of Exegol.
Once you were looking, nobody could conceal a project that big.
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A Completely Normal Rest Stop
Update 4: Chapter 2 Part 2 - The Rest Stop
Featuring...
Merlin's Guide to Minor Enemies
A bucketload of owed texts & e-mails to the MC
Decisions of great import... just where are you sleeping in that motorhome during this Among Us game?
Shopping? Fleeing? Stalking Merlin? Chapter 2 wedding proposals? ̔S̔a̎b̷o̎t̞a̷g̔e̔ ̔t̷h̎e̶ ̷m̞o̔t̔o̎r̷h̞o̷m̷e̶/̷ Actually having a completely normal time because you sidestepped all the spooky shenanigans? (But what fun would the latter be?)
A ton of branching everywhere in the second part of this update, so try replaying again with a few different choices.
A̎ ̎C̎o̶m̎p̷l̷e̔t̷e̎l̎y̔ ̶N̎o̷r̞m̎a̶l̔ ̔G̎a̎s̞ ̶S̔t̔a̷t̷i̶o̷n̞ ̔S̎t̞o̷p̷
Nothing to see here but a completely normal gas station & convenience store at a completely normal rest stop. Moving along now.
Play the Updated Beta Test
(Since there were bugs & typos reported throughout Chapter 1 & 2, your current saves are probably going to reset to the beginning of each section of the game. If things get too wonky, you might want to try restarting from the beginning.)
*If you're getting error messages or the start screen isn't showing Version 0.22, please clear your browser's cache.
Additional Word Count (Sans Code): 200,000+
Additional Word Count (With Code): 285,000+
New Total Word Count (Sans Code): 815,000+
New Total Word Count (With Code): 1,120,000+
Average Playthrough: ~65,000+ words
Note: You can view the game code on my site the same way you do on Dashingdon just add /scenes to the end of the URL.
Next Update
Merlin's Guide to Minor Neutrals
MC may appear on TV! This might not be a good thing. And they aren't the only one, cameo appearances from a future RO
Get hit with your first mass spell of nondemonic origin
Counteract with participation in your first multiuser spell
Attempt to summon Cthulhu. Dance the macarena. Have the consequences of your own inaction potentially bite you in the arse-- I mean what?
RO #4 finally appears.
Also quick reminder that the Alpha Build of the game on Patreon updates as I complete each section, so is currently on Chapter 2-3.
Link to New Polls on the Update (Which don't auto close in a week like the Tumblr ones)
More (Fiddly) Info on the Update Behind the Spoiler Cut...
The Update Also Includes...
Added section where the devil's mark is found if you change into short sleeve clothes right before packing up to leave
Added more neutral way of deciding not to claim dibs on a past Camelot incarnation
Added more flavor text regarding the vending machine in the fencing club route
Fixed continuity bug regarding your mask while exploring the empty city
Fixed continuity bug with Adrian's text messages in the Fencing Club route (Again!)
Added Fou and Petit Cru as default names for the Arthurian lore references to the default pet names
Fixed reference to nonexistent pet at the start of the book club route (which won't be finished for awhile)
Fixed some behind-the-scenes bugs with variable incrementing
Changed brave_sir_robin & merlin_warn to numerical variable instead of true/false (might cause bugs with prior saves that triggered those flags)
Fixed a bunch of typos and smaller bugs that I've completely lost track of at this point, but pretty much guarantee every section got re-edited
#choice of games#hosted games#interactive fiction#if wip#if game#cog#arthuriana#interactive story#oneknightstand#cog wip#if#choicescript#oks-update#one knight stand#if update#horror
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Ro what about random silly headcanon with the bros? Anything you want to share đđ
đ yessss I have so many silly hcs!!- These are all over the place ân not in any real order cuz Iâm just typing them out as I go :))
Beel will lay in bed for hours at night just watching those cake decorating videos. he gets so mesmerized by them that he doesnât notice just how much time has passed and suddenly itâs like 5am.
Satan runs a cat meme page on devilgram and a âbest cat videosâ deviltube.
On the topic of cat memes, Mammon has a ton saved on his DDD that heâll spam Satan with whenever Satanâs in a bad mood. Mammon knows theyâll make Satan feel a bit better- or at least laugh.
Lucifer sleeps in until noon or later on sundays. His brothers could literally be burning the house down around him and it justâŠ.doesnât matter. He is NOT getting out of bed until he absolutely has to.
Lucifer was a huge MCR fan and even has a few old t-shirts in the very back of his closet.
Luciferâs ears turn red when heâs really mad. So do Satanâs but donât tell him.
Satan like scrapbooking. Occasionally heâll ask Asmo for pictures of everyone (even Lucifer) to add to his scrapbooks, especially after big events because Asmo always has the best picture of everybody having fun!! Asmoâs the only one that knows about this and he thinks itâs adorable to see more of Satanâs âsoft sideâ.
Belphie sleeps with one sock on because his feet gets cold, but both socks on make him feel too hot- itâs weird I know- but one sock is perfect for him.
Belphie HATES cold showers, like if there isnât enough hot water for him to rise off heâll just get out with soap still in his hair.
Levi is actually a REALLY good driver!!- but other cars on the road and traffic in general terrifies him so he never drives. (unless itâs an emergency.)
Asmo loves sketching landscape / flowers and has a couple sketchbooks full of amazingggg sketches!! But he doesnât think theyâre any good, so he keeps it a secret.
Asmo collets candles.
Levi once lost a bet to Mammon and had to wear his Ruri-Chan cosplay to RAD. (which really backfired because everybody LOVED IT and Levi was the most popular demon at RAD for a day.)
Belphie is lactose intolerant.
Mammon is insanely good at Uno, he once went undefeated for 7 months then Lucifer beat him in 4 turns. LMAOOO
Levi canât pose for pictures to save his life, his default pose is that NPC stance with his arms just hanging down and his eyes wide in surprise. It looks like youâre holding him at gunpoint. donât ask him to smile either because that just looks worseâŠ.
Beel doesnât really understand personal space- so heâs always standing just a little too close when heâs talking to somebody. (most people think heâs trying to be intimidating, but heâs really not.)
ân uhhhhh thatâs all for now XD
#iâll probably have more in a few days!!-#but for now this is all I can think of ;)#ro rambles#anon!#obey me!#obey me#om!#obey me hcs#obey me headcanons#om! hcs#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie
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tr!Sneeg and tr!Ros fic, exploring the idea of them both being Moth and Butterfly hybrids, respectively. Specifically, that moths squeak as a warning to predators.
Ever since Ros was turned into a butterfly at the Snail Race, she had a much larger connection with Sneeg. It wasn't a lot, but it was more than they had before.Â
At first, it was awkward. He was hesitant to assist her in tasks involving her wings, giving her the space to ask him herself. It was a long process of small and gentle corrections over the span of a week until she could comfortably tuck her wings under her cape.Â
She quickly realized why Sneeg hid his antennae under his hood, as well. While she was a great deal shorter than him, she still would occasionally smack them on door frames and low-hanging branches, making them sting for minutes after. She could only imagine how many times Sneeg would have hit his on objects before he conceded to a hood.Â
And there was also the very beginning of her transformation, where he warned her of the fragility of her scales. It shocked her to find out that Butterfly wings were just a ton of tiny scales. But he warned her that, if they werenât covered, her wings could rip easily.Â
Foolish had made her a cape after hearing so, one that matched the banners of the kingdom. It was silk on the inside, and a velvety feel on the outside. Apparently, heâd gotten the material recommendation from Sneeg, whoâs hooded cape was the same.Â
And above all that, Ros became more attuned to Sneegâs squeaks. She hadnât heard it before, or it was too quiet for her to catch. But now it was as loud as a snap of her fingers- and as quick as one too.Â
The first time she heard it was when she was sitting in the castleâs kitchen, making food just before bed. Sneeg had shown up an hour earlier, talking about needing more materials for arrows. Normal, mundane things. Nothing special.Â
He asked if she had any feathers, and she directed him to the storage chests just above the kitchen. She tailed him as he went to check, enjoying spending time with someone from the kingdom. He had gone through five barrels when a light squeak startled her.Â
âDid you hear that?â She asked. She had been in a daze, it being so late. She was nodding off already before sheâd heard the noise, and wasnât sure if it was in her head or not. And not only was it a noise, but it was like a physical vibration. Like the noise had traveled down her spine for a split second.Â
âHear what?â Sneeg closed the barrel he had searched, his eyes cutting across to the staircase, then the windows. They narrowed suspiciously, and his hands immediately fell to his sides, ready to conjure his weapons if needed.Â
Two more squeaks filled the room after his words, in quick succession of each other. It was very unnerving, and shook her breathing. Chills chased after the vibrations, making her shudder.Â
âThat! You donât hear that? The high buzz noise?â She, in response to Sneegâs suspicion, pulled out her spear and turned her back to him defensively. She felt, surprisingly, threatened.
They stood in silence for a few seconds, Ros trying very hard to listen for the noise again. She felt a little silly, getting so worked up over a small squeak. But it felt like a strange warning. She heard it one more time. Behind her.Â
She turned to Sneeg, who held a sheepish grin.Â
âItâs. God, I forgot you can hear that now.â He reached up and pulled the hood off of his head, his antennae sticking upwards. It felt as though she was able to properly listen to him now, as if she wasn't able to before. His voice held a crisp that she found unfamiliar, the sound of his voice rattling like crystal marbles in her head.
âItâs a moth thing. Itâs. Itâs supposed to âscareâ enemies, or make you nervous, or something.â He shrugged, seemingly embarrassed having to explain this. âI do it when Iâm frustrated. Humans donât hear it very well, and they arenât affected by it. I think Demons hear it, Bad might have reacted to it once. Um.âÂ
He, through the explanation, was scanning the barrels intensely. Not seeing if they held what he needed, but rather was avoiding looking directly at her.Â
âI donât think butterflies make the same noise? Might be why you got jumpy.â His eyes landed on the barrel he last checked, and he continued his search.Â
They sat in silence for a few seconds, the only sound being Sneegâs rummaging through the barrels.Â
âYou donât have to stop just because it scared me.â Ros rested a hand on Sneegâs arm to get his attention. She found it interesting. Something new that brought them closer.
âIâm not gonna do it if itâs not necessary, Ros.â He grumbled, and Ros delighted in this clear communication. Even with him mumbling under his breath, nearing a whisper, she still felt his words dance through the air and shake her antennae. He was practically speaking directly into her ear.
She found herself wishing he would keep the hood down more often. There were very few things bridging their connection to each other. She thought Clown was an important part of that, and with him gone she would gladly grasp at straws to keep whatever was holding her and Sneeg together strong.
And in truth, finding out that the large, scary, ominous, high-powered smith would squeak when he was scared or frustrated? Well.Â
She found it endearing.
âWhat?â Sneeg turned to her, an incredulous, baffled grin on his face. Rosâs face flushed hot from embarrassment.Â
âNot like-! I mean, I just never expected something so. So,, you know? From you!â She sputtered in defence. She hadnât meant to say that last part of her thoughts aloud, and was deeply mortified. To call her very scary and intimidating friend endearing? She wished her reset would come sooner.
But Sneeg simply laughed and reached a hand to tousle her hair. She let out a surprised laugh herself and ducked away. And although a small gesture, she noticed how naturally and easily he avoided roughing up her antennae. She briefly wondered if anyone else would have taken that into account.
âWhatever,â he groaned dramatically, âjust keep this squeaky business between the two of us, alright?â There was a playful threat in there that eased Rosâs embarrassment slightly.
âYou got it!âÂ
He closed the barrel he was rummaging through and turned only to pat her on the shoulder. He began setting off downstairs and to his room.
âIâm headed back to my island, let me know if you need anything.â He called over his shoulder. She said her goodbyeâs as he descended the stairs and began making her way to her room.
âOw!â Sneegâs exclamation shook through her head and a phantom stab of pain lanced just behind her eyes. She tenderly reached for her antennae. He must have forgotten to put his hood back on.
She made a mental note to raise the height of all of the doors in the castle.
#rosewrites#tr!sneegsnag#tr!roscumber#tr!sneeg#tr!ros#trsmp#this is platonic#i think the more small-animal hybrids would hear/be more affected by his squeaks#and demons hear it as a threat- but aren't unnerved by it#i also kinda headcannon tr!clown as like half-demon#!Clown's known from the start and keeps !Sneeg blissfully unaware that he can hear them#also !ros is quite a bit more sensitive to sound vibrations than !sneeg is#this fic has been sitting in my drafts for ages im ngl#mmmm the angst potential this has with sculk
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