#ch: MC

[tosahobi-if]

한 해 동안 감사했습니다! 탈력감이 들거나 지루하거나 웃고싶을때 제 글로 위로해드릴수 있게끔 한해를 보내고 싶어요. 2025년 바라는 것이 있다면 모든 게 술술 풀리는 평안한 한 해가 되길 바래요! 다들 새해복 많이 받으세요~!

thank you for coming along with me this year! whether you're feeling exhausted, bored, or just want to laugh, i want to spend the next year making you smile with my writing. i hope that 2025 will be a peaceful year where everything goes smoothly for you! happy new year everyone!

(+ the mount hua trio)

[fateunwritten-if]

MC's Clothing Options!

I took the time to find some visuals for the outfits MC gets to choose from in the beginning of chapter one starting with the option for those who want to dress on the feminine side

Feminine leaning clothing option:

Masculine leaning clothing option:

(Not exactly what I envision but close enough)

Non binary leaning clothing option:

(Again not exactly what I envision but close enough)

[burning-academia-if]

mc makes me sad they don’t have anyone they’re actually close with :( even relationships where traditionally you should be able to rely on that individual like their parents or sister, they can’t

Yeah MC has had it pretty rough, especially since they come from a broken home (although they probably wouldn't be willing to call it that, at least at the start of the game). Like, the thing with their family is there was love there, but it wasn't enough, or it only served to make things worse. It doesn't help that outside their family, they never really made friends that were anything more than surface level, if your mc even bothered to make friends in the first place

At least it won't be that for much longer and things will start to look up for them (depending on how you play). They can finally form real connections with people and start to figure out life away from everything

[sweetsilver-if]

You, The Gods' Cursed

On the night of your Rite of Passage, you changed in inconceivable ways. Years later, burdened by knowledge of the state of the world, you make it to The City of Forgotten Silver. You have one goal in mind; to bring this crumbling world to an end. Do you believe this is a saving grace and is an attempt at compassion? Is it of rage, born from knowing the inner workings of the world and its thoughtless Gods? Or is it merely a passing curiosity, to see if you're capable of ending the world at all? Regardless of your reasons, you're in the City, and the Old Gods' Silver Fruit is waiting for you. Will you be able to take it?

Pantheon: You bow to no Gods (do you?)

Symbols: rotting fruit, violent revolution, skinned knees, eyes half closed, pretty white lies, a temple burning

[velocitysedge-if]

Who is Angel?

Angel is MC! This is MC's set nickname off and on the track and will be used very frequently on the radio during races!

[bloodydesires-if]

Can you tell us about the backstories perks?

thank you for asking, you are the best.

Iron Will - Shadow of War World I

Your will is unmatched. You cannot be broken and your mind cannot be read or manipulated.

2. Dreamweaver - Shadow of the Spanish Renaissance 

You see the memories and dreams of others when you grasp their creations - be it art, books, or something else. Their secrets unfold before you.

3. Linguist - Shadow of the Zhou Dynasty

You are a guru of languages, having lived long enough to know both ancient and modern ones alike. The lost knowledge of the world is yours to know.

4. Immune to Sunlight - Shadow of the Nile

You are completely immune to sunlight. While it weakens other vampires and increases their need for blood, you suffer none of the effects.

5. Thirst Suppression - Shadow of the French Revolution

You require less blood but maintain your strength all the same. For you, blood is almost an afterthought. And you have immense control of yourself around blood, something some vampires struggle with forever.

6. Still deciding (torn between a few) - Shadow of the Roaring 20s

Still making a decision here... I have an idea but it's not as cool as the others (not sure they are good either lol) but it's really useful to the story. Probably. TBD 

[dishonestlies-if]

Can MC dislike/hate their... profession and their life?

You'll have the option of picking whether or not MC really wants to be the ruler or even likes the idea (so yes, they can hate being monarch).

In terms of their life, MC has it pretty good - they were the heir, after all, so they've got plenty of cash, everyone they interact with loves them (or at least treats them with deference), and they basically get whatever material thing they want. So I don't think MC can really hate their life per say. You'll definitely be able to make an MC that's sick of being stuck on palace grounds or wishes they could have spent more time with their father though!

[mortala-if]

OOOoo this sounds interesting!! What parts of the MC personality are set? I don't usually play IFs with set or semi sets personalities at all, but I think I'd 100% be willing to give this a gander. I love anything even somewhat similar to The Hunger Games

hiii!!!

first off!! thank you for giving my IF a chance!!! i understand the freedom of all chosen traits. still, with this IF, it just wasn't possible since the plot is heavily impacted and only continues due to flaws MC has... and if i gave a completely customizable MC, there'd either be tons of variables for flaws (and i am VERY new to coding) or the plot would feel awkward. maybe both.

by semi-set, i don't mean you won't get the basic choices of kind/rude and things of that sort-- just that some downfalls to MC have been put in place.

under the cut due to slight spoilers

the flaws that MC does have is possessiveness. not in a romanticized or obsessive way, and it's very subtle in most routes. it could come off as jealousy if you squint. definitely not the main point and doesn't show up a lot. (their possessiveness doesn't mean that they want their RO all to themselves. its not like that.)

another is that their actions seem slightly... selfish... and do things that contribute only to them and finding their brother-- they're loyal to a fault to Finn, pretty much.

one of the biggest ones is that they are manipulative. and they lie. they don't manipulate the main cast, but they do lie to them... a lot.

(and there might be choices to add to this list by the player, but that is 100% not set in stone)

this story is messy. the characters, not just the MC, are messy. they all have problems that they need to solve within themselves. this story is set in a very cutthroat and dangerous world, so you can imagine what living in these kinds of environments would do to them.

feel free to ask about any and all of these!! i also want to note that none of these are healthy things to have-- that is why they're called flaws-- and it isn't treated like that. MC is well aware of this.

thank you for the ask!

[fateunwritten-if]

I am so sorry to say this ....

but dont get to comfortable

One minute their finally getting along with everyone the next they get possessed.

me writing a happy chapter where my main character forgets all their problems and just LIVES only to write a completely gut-wrenching follow up chapter where mc goes through the worst horrors a human should never have to endure:

[dollfacefantasy]

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. what you’re supposed to see him as. what you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you, remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

[tosahobi-if]

"the relationship they have with the person they're closest to is that of a retainer and a master" TEH ANGST

the mc and jinwol have a relationship of push and pull of inequality that takes the long way around to become something real. it's the concept of right person and wrong time. like passing by a familiar face in a crowd but turning to see nobody there – they keep missing one another, if just barely.

[fateunwritten-if]

I love the concept of not being able to trust your own self.

I love the concept of being unable to tell the difference between what happens in your mind and what happens in real life.

I love the concept of not even being able to trust others as the line blurs.

I love the concept of fearing yourself.

I love the concept of trusting the wrong people because your mind has been altered.

I love the concept of being lost in your head.

[shepardcommander]

Ugh.

A Soft Volo moment😩

Because why the fuck not? I'm in love with him. 💚🐍💚🐍💚 urgh.

Ft. Rerek being an asshole 🤣

[burning-academia-if]

This is a bit embarrassing to admit, but upon reaching the day at work, with the option to smile on demand, I realized that's something I do unconsciously when around strangers and never realized before. My interpretation is that it'd be genuine for a Day MC and a mask to avoid worrying others for a Dawn MC. Since my MC seems to be Dawn, I'm curious with this interpretation if the ROs would notice while still friends (I'm guessing Rook probably would), and their thoughts upon finding out.

I think it really depends on how you play, and that's definitely one way to take it! Since the paths aren't exactly correlated to personality, I think that leaves a lot of things up to interpretation and how you view MC!

For the second part, I think most to least likely to notice MC's pretending would be as follows:

MOST

Rook/???

Beck

Lars

Rhea

Zoe

LEAST

[sweetsilver-if]

Quick question is there any specific reasons that Mourning chose MC instead of someone else that would have better shot then them or just ending the world themselves?

Yep there is! It's related to what happened during MC's Rite of Passage, which you'll see in the prologue

[bloodydesires-if]

Have older MC's meet some philosophers?

Yes and I planned for it to be mentioned at a relevant time in-game.