#depends on how long it takes to finish it

[rafeovermorals]

joel carves his initials into your thigh.

content/warnings: joel makes sure everyone knows who you belong to, blood kink (like.. if this is not your thing please scroll), dark!joel, unspecified age gap, use of daddy, joel is possessive and controlling

it was girls night. well, it was supposed to be.

you were getting ready to go out with your friends— with plans to see a movie and get some ice cream. you had ditched them the last few weekends, joel always coming up with an excuse as to why you couldn't leave.

"nuh uh, you didn't finish your chores. next time, baby." or "you know that's past curfew, can't have you out after dark."

your friends didn't like him all that much. they believed he was too controlling, too mean, too scary. but they didn't know the joel that you knew— the one that protected you, nurtured you, saved you. the man who worked all day, every day just so that you didn't have to. you owed it to him to listen whenever he told you no, considering all that he does.

but joel was working late. he called you during his lunch break to let you know that it was taking him longer than expected, which meant he wouldn't be back in time to say no.

still, he knew something was up. you were too quiet when he talked to you that afternoon- not doing your usual whining whenever he had to break the news that he wouldn't be home for dinner, again.

you didn't fuss or even try to beg him to come home early like he expected you to. it made him feel good when you did that, being a reminder of how important he was. you depended and relied on him because he molded you to be that way, but to hear how much you wanted and needed him made everything worth it.

now joel was concerned. he sat back in his chair thinking about the last couple of days and your behavior. he hadn't checked your phone recently, could you have met someone new, maybe younger? were you losing interest in him, moving on? the thought alone had him seeing red.

so he ditched the rest of his work, and headed home.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

you didn't hear him come in, too busy applying another coat of lipgloss and checking yourself out in the bathroom mirror as he stood leaning against the doorframe.

"where do you think you're goin'?"

his voice startled you, dripping in a tone that you almost didn't recognize as joel's. it was low and unsettling, nothing like how it normally sounded when he greeted you.

you turned to meet his expression to see his face firm and unamused, not a twitch of a smile. you swallowed, eyes wide in shock.

"wh- what are you doing home so soon?"

"who are you to question me? i asked you somethin' first, so answer it." he gritted through his teeth, finger pointed at you.

"my friends wanted to see me, since you were still working i told them i could." you replied hesitantly, stepping back as he walked closer.

"so you were trying to sneak out? while daddy's busting his ass so that you have warm meals and a roof over your head, you were planning to go behind my back?"

you shook your head, frowning at his words. you hated to upset him and that wasn't your intention. he was right, he always was.

"it's not like that, i promise! we wouldn't be gone long, i swear."

joel didn't respond right away, silence lingering heavy in the air. your heart was thumping in your chest as he stared at you, finally getting a moment to scan over your figure to notice what you were wearing.

an outfit you had no business in is what it was. one he told you that you were only allowed to wear around him. it fit you perfectly— meaning it was too short, too pretty, too innocent.

joel was getting angrier the longer he looked at you. he realized you also did your makeup, the apples of your cheeks pink from blush and your lashes dark with mascara.

"think m'gonna let you leave the house lookin' like this? stupid girl."

before you could speak he cornered you against the sink, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto the counter as if you weighed nothing to him.

"dressed like you're seekin' another man's attention, damn shame. after everything i do for you." he muttered to himself, his fingers digging into the flesh of your stomach. you could tell by the pressure that he would leave bruises there tomorrow— and the more you whined, the harder he pressed.

he was too far gone to calm down at this point. you could tell by coldness in his demeanor and how he eventually stopped responding all together. his pupils were dilated, the rich shade of brown now blown to be pitch black.

"i don't have to go anymore, im sorry! we can stay here, together, please."

"too late for that, sweet baby." he parted your legs, nudging himself between the gap and impatiently shoving up the fabric of your skirt.

that's when you felt it. a cold, flat object dragging along the warm skin of your inner thigh. the cool sensation sent a chill up your spine, making you look down to spot the source.

he had a pocket knife in his right hand, the tip of the blade so close that it was ghosting just over your cunt.

it was the same one he always used. he kept it with him at all times, whether it was to crack open beers or to whittle his wood carvings. now he had the idea to use it on you.

your breath hitched, your body tensing as you watched him slowly brush it past your clothed clit. "joel, what are you-"

you were interrupted by the sound of cotton ripping, the blade slicing through the thin material of your underwear. you choked on a gasp, your eyes meeting his face to find a smirk. joel was skilled with a knife. he had years of experience longer than you were alive for, so he was more than careful and capable enough to assure he didn't hurt you. not there, at least.

"how can i leave y'alone when i can't even trust ya to stay put, huh? keepin' secrets, not being honest with me. maybe i ain't made myself clear yet."

he cut into your skin. a quick, thin line on the top of your thigh just under where your dresses normally stop at. you whimpered with a wince, beads of red prickling out from the area.

"shhh, it's okay. daddy's gotta do this though, so you'll learn." he pulled what used to be panties from underneath you, balling it together and holding the piece to your mouth. "here baby, bite down. it'll help."

you reluctantly accepted it, teeth clenching down and bracing from what was to come.

he used his other hand to hold down your leg. "try and stay still, so it comes out straight. want it to look nice." you felt the next cut, this time it hooking with a jagged curve at the end.

you sniffled through the pain, squeezing your eyes closed while he did the rest, tears falling from them with each incision-like gash. as much as it hurt, joel was gentle— mumbling praises "doing so well, sweetie." and "being such a good girl f'me."

his words went to your core, heating in sensitivity from the tingling burn that was left after each run of the blade which soon turned into pleasure. "you're enjoying this, aren't you? it's okay if you do."

you nodded desperately, a muffled mewl spilling from your lips while you bucked your hips for more.

the knife was soon replaced with something wet, providing relief to the wound. your vision, still blurry from the strain of crying, adjusted into focus see joel's head of curls crouched in front of you— face down and tonguing at the tender area.

he was licking your thigh, cleaning up the blood that had risen to the surface of your skin. he moaned into it, sucking with greed as if he craved the taste, placing kisses after each spot that he finished. it was a filthy imagine, downright horrific. "i could eat you all fucking day, baby, i swear. drain you dry."

the feeling was visceral, unlike any orgasm you ever had before. your legs were shaking as he did so, soaking the marble beneath you in your slick. he brought his mouth to your pussy and repeated the same actions there until you came, the sweet of your arousal mixing with the metallic of your blood that lingered on his tongue. his pulled back, his beard stained maroon— a color that could pass as being from a glass of wine.

what joel had done was sacred, intimate, metaphoric. a carnal desire, more true than any other act of love.

he made sure that he didn't go deep enough for stitches, but enough to leave a scar. one that would be a permanent reminder embedded and branded on you, forever.

you looked to see the initials engraved: J M

[ysaefinn]

HELLO THIS CAME INTO MY SLEEP LAST NIGHT PLEASE HEAR ME OUT

reader getting very fussy and emotional because they haven’t slept properly is nothing mommy!sugu can’t fix. having them sprawled across his lap, sucking on his nipple while two thick fingers are massaging their insides, thumb rolling over their puffy nub, letting them have their cummies since they’ve been soo good and their body has been so tense. hearing their little relaxed whines makes his heart warm up. he doesn’t stop until they finished at least a few times and are all tuckered out.

need this because i couldn’t sleep and i have a final today ohhh lord 😊😊😊🩷

- 🧸

Tw: NSFW mommy kink, heavy infantilization, genitalia is mentioned, small mentions of age regression, mdni plz

TEDDYNON PREEEEAAAAAAAACHHHH!!!!!!! YESSSSSSIIIIIIIRRRRRRR

Forever in love with mommy! suguru and his elite problem solving skills (nipple in baby's mouth) AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN WE SAY ANS REPEAT THAT MAMA SUGURU WILL NOT PUNISH YOU FOR BEING CRANKY OR EVEN BRATTY!!!!!!! he does recognize that all you need is some love and care and you'll be right back to being his sweet baby in no time :> There's also the fact that you could be feeling sexually frustrated which he does take into account and act accordingly after. (he's well equipped ok??)

SUGUTITIES ARE A TRANQUILIZER they knock you right off your feet we've established that already, they make you regress enough is the point, obviously he sees you being fixated and dependent on his assets and helps your dependency grow stronger to the point where you start to bite the inside of your cheeks and bottom lip when you need to suckle on something (he may or may not tease you about needing to get you a pacifier at this rate ehe)....yeah

Back on track tho!!!!! He does help you when you get tooooo hot and bothered!!!!! Only has to pat his thigh once for you to come rushing in and nuzzling against his neck, you're already pawing at his chest looking for his nipples making him swoon harder and feel worse for you :(( "awh my poor baby...so tense, let mommy take care of you" he coos in between kisses before taking his shirt off so you could latch properly...before you know it one big palm goes from squeezing and fondling the flesh of your thigh to smoothing over your crotch and cupping it, your little whines against his nipples only further active the mama instincts and he drops the teasing to give you what you've been longing for fuck knows how long he's been acting so cruel to you by now. His womb is clenching once his hand comes in contact with your wetness <///333

He takes extra care to stimulate your clit with his thumb before sliding one thick index finger in, only adding more digits once you show clear signs that you've adjusted making sure to pay extra attention to all your favorite spots. Suguru knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't get lost. Don't bother begging him for more, he does as he sees fit, if he thinks you can't take more you won't be getting more, if he notices any signs of pain he's pulling away and making you hump his thigh instead.

"That's it..my little one taking me so well. I'm so proud of you sweet thing." "AwwYou look so cute stuffed full like this." "Such a good baby, you're gonna make a lot of cummies for mommy, right sweetie?"

He takes hold of your red aching length and starts moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, almost like he's stroking you the sleep (the the constant shushing and humming doesn't help his case either) the pad of this thumb already busy squishing your leaky pink tip and massaging the slit, only occasionally letting go to squeeze your heavy balls then quickly redirecting his attention back to your aching member.

"Oh honey you must have been aching so much..how could I let you get this needy? Mommy's so so sorry, baby. But I'm here now okay? Oh- you're close, yeah? You're gonna make a mess for mommy, aren't you?"

In either case your slick is good enough lube anyway lol, and i imagine youd be oozing after being denied for such a long time.

Teddynon is correct as always, he doesn't let you go before you make a proper mess on his lap, until you're brainless and drooling all over his chest, limp and tired mumbling and slurring little "thank you mommy"s here and there, he always kisses your tender overstimulated flower before cleaning you up and cuddling you to sleep. All in a day's work lol.

You're not allowed to touch yourself when mommy's right there to take care of you and, he understands that it can be so frustrating for a little one like you!!! All these big scary feelings must be so overwhelming and scary, luckily for you have a sweet caring, and doting caretaker to tend to you when things start to feel too intimidating <333

[rizlowwritessortof]

Endless Road

This was written for @impala-dreamer 's Through His Eyes - A Dean Winchester Writing Challenge. Thanks, Beka! The prompt (in bold in the fic) was the quote "Goddamn it, you need to hear me!"

Pairing: Dean x Reader, established relationship

Word Count: 2060

Warnings: Angst, Dean going out of his mind, maybe a little hurt/comfort

Impala dividers by @firefly-graphics

We’re flying low, the trees just look like a green blur outside the windows, and I’m just hoping the cops are busy with something besides speed traps today. All I can think about is getting there faster. I keep thinking there had to be something I could have said that would have stopped her, but fuck, I know better.

She’s just as stubborn as I am.

We just finished up a case in Hawthorne, Nevada – and I was thinking, hey, not too far to Reno. Maybe a mini-vacation before we head home. Then my phone rang.

“Hey, Dean!”

“Hey, sweetheart – on your way home?” She’s been in Greenville, North Carolina, visiting her sister, and it’s been way too fucking long.

“God, I’ve missed you, baby.” Her voice warms me all the way up. “Can’t wait to see you. But – and don’t get mad – I ran into a little snag on the road.”

“What kind of snag? Why would I be mad?”

“Kind of ran into a case.”

Okay, now I was mad. “Damn it, you promised no hunting on your own.”

“I know, I know – but how can I not do something, Dean?” I’m grinding my teeth, trying to be patient and let her finish, but I’m about to snap off a molar or something. “Dean, my sister’s friend – her daughter went missing. And I started checking things out – I’m pretty sure it’s a djinn.”

“Jesus Christ, you know how dangerous it is messing with a djinn without backup! You can’t – look, listen, we just finished up here, we’ll hit the road and go in and take care of that thing together, okay?”

“Dean, you’re clear across the country from me.”

“I don’t care. You need to wait for us. Promise me you’ll wait.”

“She could be dying in there.”

“So you already know where they are?”

“Yeah. I do. I’ve been careful, but Dean…”

“No! Goddamn it! Promise me you’ll wait, babe. Please.” Sometimes ‘please’ works. Not usually.

I could hear her breathing on the other end, probably trying to think of some way to tell me no that wouldn’t make me explode.

“Dean – I know you’re worried, but don’t be. I’ve been hunting for a long time, I can handle it. You’re two days away, baby, and that girl might not have that long.”

“Son of a bitch.” At least I didn’t yell. “I don’t like it. You should have backup, it’s too fucking dangerous. Is there anybody out there? Hunters?”

“Not that I know. Dean, I know you’re pissed and I know you’re worried, but I’ve gotta do this. I’ll be okay. I’ll call you later.”

“Sweetheart, wait… Hey! Damn it!” She’d already hung up, and I knew she wouldn’t answer if I called her back to try and talk her out of it.

So here we are. I’m driving like a fucking idiot because I’m going out of my mind. I need to be there now. Fuck, that’s it, I’m never letting her go anywhere alone again, I should have known she’d find something to hunt, that fucking instinct of hers…

Sam keeps offering to drive, but if I’m not doing that then I’m going insane. The only thing I’ve heard from her since that phone call is a text with the coordinates and a message – ‘I know you’re driving like a maniac trying to get here, please be careful and don’t worry.’ Yeah, like that’s happening.

I can’t stop thinking about the djinn I’ve dealt with, how close I came… Fuck. I can’t. I can’t lose her. I never thought – never – that I’d find somebody like her. Sometimes it’s almost like we’re one person, say the same things at the same time, laugh at the same stupid shit. She knows everything about me. Everything. The only person besides Sammy that really knows me. That I can depend on.

I fucking need her.

Shit, it feels like something’s trying to claw its way out of my chest right now. What if we’re too late? What if…”

“Dean? You okay?” Sam’s voice interrupts my doom spiral.

“I’m fine.”

“Want me to try and call her again?”

I nod my head, biting down hard on my lip to try and get back in control. Can’t afford to lose it right now, gotta focus, stay on the road, get there as fast as we can.

“No answer. Straight to voice mail.”

I nod. I don’t want to say it out loud, but I can’t help it. “Sammy, what if…”

“Don’t even think it, Dean. She’s gonna be fine. We have to believe she’s gonna be fine.”

I nod again. I’m trying like hell to believe. But that monster inside my chest is telling me there’s something wrong, and I’m having a real hard time keeping my shit together.

Endless road. Feels like one of those fucking nightmares where you’re running but you’re not getting anywhere. Every once in a while Sam bugs me about letting him drive so I can get some sleep, but I mostly just ignore him, or tell him I’m fine.

I’m not fine. I turn the radio on for a while, until I can’t stand the music mixed in with the noise in my head, so I turn it off again. Until the quiet gets to me, then I turn it back on again. Endless thoughts about what we might find when we finally get there, to go along with the endless driving down the endless highway.

Sam finally bitches at me enough that I agree to let him drive for a while. I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway, but at least he’ll quit nagging. I slouch down in the passenger seat, closing my eyes even though I know it’s hopeless.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a cold sweat, my heart is pounding. “Dean, you okay?” Sam asks, and I nod after a minute.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

He clears his throat. Here we go again with the positive thoughts. “You know she’s a good hunter, Dean. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Yep. And I’m done. “You keep saying that, Sam. Over and over. But if she’s fine, why haven’t we heard from her? She’s not answering her phone. If she broke it, or lost it, she’d get another one and let us know. She’s either hurt, or that djinn has her, or…” I can’t say it out loud, but it’s screaming in my head – ‘or she’s dead.’ But it’s not his fault, he’s just trying to help, so I take a breath and try to calm down. “Sorry, Sammy. I just… How much farther?”

“We’re about five hours away, I think.”

“Pull over at that station, I’m gonna get some coffee, and I’ll drive the rest of the way.”

He looks at me for a second, then finally nods. “Okay.”

We finally drive through the small town close to the coordinates she sent, and it feels like everything inside me is vibrating. I’m holding on to the steering wheel so hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to let go when we get there.

Sam gives me directions, turn left here, right there, 2 more miles and finally – finally – we’re pulling up to an old abandoned building, looks like it used to sell farm equipment or something. I’m out of the car almost before it’s completely stopped, heading for the trunk, the lamb’s blood and the knives so we can kill this fucker and find her.

She has to be alive.

Sun’s going down, it’s all shadows and dim light as we go inside, quiet, adrenaline has me so alert I don’t even think I’m blinking. We go down a dark hallway and into the main room, junk sitting everywhere, but we make our way around, scanning every inch for the djinn. I step around a pile of boxes, Sam goes a little farther ahead to come in a different way, and I see a familiar sight, like stepping back into one of my nightmares.

There’s a girl strung up by her wrists not ten feet in front of me, looks like she’s about 16 or so. Just as I get close to her, I hear a commotion and then Sam busts into the room, wrestling with that glowing blue sonofabitch. I tear ass over there, and we all go down in a pile, but he’s not strong enough to fight both of us at once. Sam drives that knife right into its heart, gives it a twist and sends it to Purgatory. Hopefully that was the only one – they’re usually loners, but we need to be careful.

I send Sam over to where I saw the girl, and I pull out my flashlight, start looking. There are a couple of other bodies hanging, but they’re long gone. I’m starting to panic, but then I move behind another pile of boxes and there she is.

I run over there, saying her name over and over again, begging her to wake up. I lift her off off the hook she’s hanging from, cut the ropes and go down to my knees with her in my lap while I carefully pull that fucking needle out of her neck. “Come on, sweetheart, you gotta wake up for me.” She’s breathing, she has a pulse, but she’s still unconscious, and I’m fucking scared.

My hands are shaking so bad, but I try to get her hair out of her face, lift her eyelids and look, but her eyes are rolled back and her mouth is dropped open. She probably put up a fight – of course she did, and that motherfucker probably gave her an extra strong dose to knock her out.

I keep talking to her, patting her face, and I finally lose it. “Goddamn it, you need to hear me! Come on, baby – fucking WAKE UP!” I’m holding her by her shoulders and shaking her, and she finally tries to open her eyes. “Hey, sweetheart – yeah, that’s it, come on, open your eyes for me. Jesus, baby, come on.”

“Dean?” She’s trying like hell to keep her eyes open, still limp in my arms. “Where – where are the kids?”

Fuck. “Hey, sweetheart, come on, open your eyes and come back to me. Look at me, baby.”

She slowly tips her head back and looks up into my face, it takes her a minute, but finally she’s actually looking at me. “Dean? What happened?”

I can’t help it, I just wrap my arms around her and pull her up into my chest and hold her. I don’t ever fucking want to let go, and I’m trying not to cry like a fucking kid. “Goddamnit, baby, you scared the shit out of me.”

Sam walks up just then. “Dean?” I can tell he’s worried, scared I’m just sitting there holding your body.

“She’s okay, Sammy. She’s okay.” I look up at him, and he lets out a sigh of relief, a half-tearful smile on his face.

“We should get her to the car. I have that girl in the back seat, she’s barely awake, I think we should get her to a hospital. We should get them both to a hospital.”

I nod, and manage to stumble my way to my feet with her in my arms. “I can walk, I’m okay,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but laugh a little.

“Maybe after we get you checked out.”

After checking that young girl in at the hospital with a bullshit story about a kidnapping, escape, and Sam and I rescuing them from a road ditch, we managed to get out of there before the cops came in, and headed down the road. I let Sam drive and sat in the back seat with her still in my arms. “Maybe we should get a room for the night, let you get some sleep?” I asked her, but she shook her head.

“I just wanna go home. Can we just go home?”

Sam smiled at me in the rear view and nodded, and I gave her a squeeze. “Okay, baby. We’ll go home.” We stretched out on the back seat, her laying halfway on top of me, my arms wrapped around her tight.

I’m not gonna be letting go any time soon.

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Just Leave A Comment Fest: December 2023 Recap

@justleaveacommentfest

Total number of comments left: 6 (not including a bonus comment on an AMV)

Themes represented for this week: All of them!

Fandoms: 5 (Percy Jackson [First Fandom!], Jujustu Kaisen, Avatar: the Last Airbender, Star Wars [specifically Clone Wars/Prequels], and Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Authors(/Creators): 6

Specific fics and further details before the cut!

Most of the fics I commented on were short ones, because I didn't have much energy to read longer ones, but I still left decent comment on each one I read.

For December 26, First Fandom, I went into the Percy Jackson fandom and found two drabbles by rhye on Ao3, Underwater (a baby Percy's feelings about the pool, 137 words) and The Seed That Took (Poseidon being in love with Sally, 167 words). Both of these had no comments before I came along.

For December 27, Bookmark Day, I left a comment on Significants (3212 words) by apartment on Ao3. It's a JJK fic, looking at Geto and Gojo finding Toji's personal things in his worm after he dies.

For December 28, Old Favorites Day, I went into my bookmarks (again) and found one of the first bookmarks I ever made, Desperation (2992 words) by Sky_kiss on Ao3. It's a demon AU for AtLA, an Urzai fic where Ursa grew up among the nuns who make perfume from the first season and Ozai is an incubus she ends up summoning (mostly) by accident. (It is rated M, though, for sexual content.)

For December 29, Fandom Curiosity, I decided to check out the Revolutionary Girl Utena fandom, and commented on a short work called Thunder and Rain (1786 words) by Wallwalker on Ao3. The summary is "Miki lies in his coffin, dreaming of a prince." and the author's notes describe it as an attempt at surrealism.

For December 30, I recced Corrie Red (24294 words) by musicmillenia on Ao3 here. (This one also fit Old Favorites, but I decided I wanted it under Rec A Fic so that I hit every theme.) It's an Eldritch!Corries fic for Star Wars, and it's part of a longer series. It's also a pretty popular fic, but still.

And the bonus comment: I left it before the fest started, on an Revolutionary Girl Utena AMV: BRUTUS | UTENA AMV by qwfwq on YouTube. I put this one under the Fandom Curiosity theme because I am, indeed, curious about RGU.

[bunnieswithknives]

My precious baby boy he is so everything to me

[bacchuschucklefuck]

we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see

[f-imaginings]

Chapter 63 of Knowing Me Knowing You is now up on ao3!

So get ready to chow down on 116 pages of my blood, sweat, tears and other fluids!

Some regularly scheduled chaotic spoilers for this chapter below:

Hamster wheel prototype ACTIVATE?

Waddles saves Soos' LIFE!

Loophole channels John Wick

The Henchmaniacs do the Cha-Cha Slide

Paci-Fire gets an air fryer!

Blendin proves white men can't jump!

And Dipper is TWELVE!

Hope you enjoy!

[funsizedcrow]

Linktober day 24: Deity

I couldnt decide so you get two drawings today! They kind of do go together. Link and Zelda as gods, even tho theyre from different games

[bonefall]

Bone have you seen the preview for Star? The final chapter of it shocked me a bit even if I saw what was coming the minute Berryheart showed back up.

Haven't yet, drop that link in the replies!

[heatwa-ves]

hi tia... we should watch i7 together... i did finish season one and need to get back to second beat but auauauua i havent been motivated.

I have been meaning to!!! Didn't know you've seen it too but that makes four of my friends who have so really I need to get on that. I was talking to mihai last night and they were like. You should watch it. And I was like yes boss! However I think I will wait until after I finish yuumori.. soon tho. probably next month.

[cha0ticlesbian]

Do I wanna replay LIS right now? Yes, do I also wanna wait until I can play it during the in-game timeline? Yes

[overly-verbose]

Seriously, bro's a professional yapper lmfao

Tbf it's not completely unprovoked and he does just want to at least try explaining some things, if in a roundabout way, to make people more at ease (if not in the moment then overall) but, well-

sometimes it has the opposite effect lmao 😂

Also like, it's absolutely hilarious how I thought

'oh but this is just, like three scenes - how long could this be'

but all the freaking talking and stuff that everyone's doing is making Part 8 the second longest in the series 😂😂😂💀😂

(I fear for my poor brain, man - we've only just barely almost covered the Detention Center Arc

(and a little bit of the VS Mahito Arc Mahito Gets Curse PTSD Arc but I do wanna fill in some of the gaps between those)

and it's already gonna be over 40k words???

Why am I being so ambitious for my first ever proper writing project frrr *perishes a bit*

but I do hope to get it to the end - and beyond because there's no way I wouldn't constantly add to the post-main-plot shenanigans lol - however long that takes heh (just try to be patient with me pls I try my best here 😂) 👍)

[radiosoverture]

wip wednesday anyone? am i doing this right

[redo-rewind-if]

Hey everyone! Here's this week's progress report! I've gotten a decent bit done this time around.

Next Update (Chapter 3):

Intro Scene (if not on music fest route): 100%

Music Fest Routes (Solo, V, and Amara): 100%

Club Pyre Path: 38%

August Part 2 Electric Boogaloo: 0% (not started)

Avoid Death (Eventually?): 0% (not started)

Work Time! (End of Chapter): 0% (short outline, not started)

The intro and music paths are completely written! Finally! The music fest paths were actually killing me lol. I added way too many different branches.

I'm working on the club pyre path right now, and let me tell you, things are about to get spicy. 🌶🌶🌶

[spacetrashpile]

godddd i need to be able to write and draw again. i need to talk about my trevelyans Right Now. they’re haunting me…