#for whatever reason my brain couldn't really word properly when trying to write this

[captainderyn]

💙 for Tucdela and Cullen 🤭

Eee thank you for the ask!! I can't believe I ever considered these two my "least" favorite otp to write, idk what this most recent playthrough awakened in me about them but now I love these two idiots.

Set somewhere in the early stages of their relationship.

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💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Cullen realized two things over a game of Wicked Grace: 

One: He had truly lost his edge in the game of cards since leaving the Templar barracks of Lake Calenhad and Kirkwall. When his off hours had been spent dealing cards and strategizing, he’d taken home pile of winnings after pile of winnings. Now that his hours were spent strategizing over a war map, dealing real pawns instead of painted cards, his abilities had gone rusty. 

Two: Tucdela’s rosy cheeks flushed all the way down her neck and up her ears when she drank a little too much. 

He didn���t know what the Dalish drank in contrast to whatever swill Varric pulled from the depths of Skyhold’s cellar, but whatever it was sent the tips of her ears bright scarlett and blotches of color down her neck and chest. 

Cullen did his best to keep his eyes  on his hand, peeking over the array of his cards as she threw her head back to let out one of the least-restrained laughs he had ever heard from her. It was the kind of laugh he imagined she shared with her clanmates in the Free Marches, or with her hunting party over a dancing fire. Tucdela may have become friends with many members of the Inquisition, whether they wanted to or not, but the weight of Inquisitor always measured her actions. 

“Curly.” Varric said with the deadly seriousness of someone choking down laughter. 

Cullen pulled his eyes from Tucdela, to find the whole table staring at him. Cassandra wore an expression of dread, Iron Bull and several others already snickered amongst themselves. 

Across the table, Josephine wore a self-satisfied smirk, spreading her hand of cards across the table with a delicate tap with her fingers. 

“No.” Cullen felt a flush rising up his neck and into his cheeks, certainly spreading across his already bare chest. He’d already lost every other piece of clothing, and almost every bit of dignity he had. 

Varric leaned back in his chair, spreading his hands in a ‘what can you do’ gesture. 

“You bet your pants, Curly, I tried to tell you.” 

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“Cullen!”  Tucdela’s voice carried halfway across Skyhold on the icy winter air. “Vhenaaaaaaaan!” 

He opened the door to cull Tucdela’s off-beat, relentless knocks--though she should have known that the latch hadn’t been drawn. 

One look at her and he wondered how she’d even made it across the bridge between Solas’ veranda--where she’d inevitably cut through--to his office without staggering off the edge. 

In the time since he’d fled their card came, naked and ashamed, Varric had clearly concocted some other scheme that involved drinking. And lots of it. Tucdela tumbled against his chest as he pulled her inside, closing the door against the cold air. 

She gripped his long sleeved sleep shirt in her hands, leaning back against the closed door so she could look up at him with round eyes. She blinked repeatedly, doing her best to focus on him.   

“I wanted…well, needed. After the game…” She frowned. “It wasn’t nice of them to trick you like that.” 

Cullen chuckled, stepping back enough so that she wasn’t boxed in against the door. She followed after him, clumsily hoisting herself up onto his desk.

“It wasn’t trickery, it was betting.” He reminded her.  If there was one thing Cullen knew the Dalish and humans shared, it was their ability to bet in both creative ways and things. 

Tucdela tilted her head to the side, inspecting him from beneath her lashes. She kicked her feet back and forth, idle movement that was a tell that she was rolling something around in her mind. 

He went over to lean one hand on the desk, the other running from her hip up her side. Pressing a kiss first to her cheek, then to the corner of her mouth he teased, “Is someone perhaps a little fussed about the whole Inquisition seeing their commander’s bare bottom?” 

He was the one fussed by it, but Tucdela’s skin went hot beneath his lips regardless. 

“No.” She huffed, whatever other protest she had fading into a pleased sigh as he kissed her on the lips this time. 

His own drink-fuzzed mind caught on what she’d called from outside the door. 

“You called me something different, out there.” He rolled the elven word around in his mind before letting it roll off his tongue, murmuring it against her lips,  “Vhenan. What does that mean?” 

Tucdela went rigid, pulling back to stare at him. 

If drink had turned her complexion rosy, his question turned her beat red all the way up to the tips of her ears. 

“It’s…hm.” She started, then stopped, staring at him with a helpless expression. “I shouldn’t have…hm.” 

Cullen grinned, kissing her cheek, “It can’t be that bad. Please tell me?” 

He wasn’t expecting it when Tucdela scooted to the edge of the desk, looped her arms around him, and buried her face in his neck. He felt her breath across his skin rather than heard her when she murmured something. 

Running a hand through her hair, he tried to crane his head to look at her. She tugged herself closer, as if she could disappear into his skin. 

“I didn’t hear that.” he pressed. 

Tucdela groaned, lifting her head just enough from his neck to say, as though the words were being dragged from her by force, “Vhenan. Ma vhenan. An endearment.” 

Though he’d attempted to learn more elven since he and Tucdela had begun as friends in Haven, the reason for her embarrassment eluded him. 

“Endearments aren’t…bad?” he struggled for any cultural courting differences he knew off the top of his head, finding none. “I don’t mind them.” 

Tucdela muttered something else and after he hummed curiously once again she shoved herself back to look at him. Mostly, look at him, she still seemed intent to stare at the weave of his shirt rather than his eyes.

"Ma vhenan means 'my heart', is the best translation I can think of. I uhm...haven't called anyone that before. It feels serious, and I just...didn'tknowifyouwantedthat."

She forced the latter part of her sentence out in one breath then bit her lip, eyes darting between his face and back to his shirt.

There were a lot of things that Cullen could bring up, should bring up about how hopelessly serious he considered himself about them. A whole slew of serious, ever since Haven, before he'd ever dared to have any sort of acknowledged feelings about her.

He couldn't put any of that into words, so instead he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, hoping that maybe that would get some kind of point across.

From the breath of relief Tucdela breathed between kisses, and then way she knotted her fingers into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, it worked well enough.

[xthe-writing-vampirex]

Hi I have a question! Um I know you wrote it like a while ago, but do you think you will do a part 2 of the mechanic y/n with the animatronics? The one where she has a fear of them. If you do a second part do you think you can tag me?

Mechanic Y/N Part 2

Word count: 1,732

Finally got around to actually writing another part to this! It's looking like my brain is actually letting me write again and I couldn't be happier. I hope this went in a direction you like. I figured I'd try to give Y/N some one on one time with Chica since I don't think I've ever actually written that. I'll probably try to do the same with Roxy at some point as well but I figured Chica would be the most likely to be able to actually calm Y/N down. Anyway I hope you like it!

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Your brush with a very grumpy Monty left you shaking and desperately trying to find somewhere you could actually be alone and try to calm down. Being around your bosses or coworkers like this would definitely not bode well for you. You honestly doubted they would fire you due to something like this but they would question your ability to properly do your job and you just couldn't let that happen. Spotting a nearby janitor's closet you rush over, opening the door and stepping into the surprisingly large space. The closet is full of the typical cleaning supplies and back up parts but it also opens up to what looks like a walk way that could serve as a back way to get from place to place. Closing the door behind you, you move forward, curious about the odd space you've found. When you round the corner however you notice a charging pod, blue lightning bolt glowing to signal someone is in it. You look up towards the little window that lets you see inside and your eyes land on the familiar face of the papa bear himself, Freddy. He doesn't notice you at first, eyes closed as if he's sleeping. It stands to reason that recharge is sort of like sleeping for them so it makes sense he would treat it like that. Curious, you step closer, watching the bear for any sign he might wake up. Unfortunately for you, with your focus so intently on Freddy you don't notice a piece of metal tubing haphazardly placed against the nearby wall. Your foot hits it, causing it to fall down with an audible clank. You flinch, looking up towards the bear again hoping it didn't alert him to your presence. Unfortunately for you, Freddy is a light sleeper.

“Y/N? What are you doing back here? Most of the staff don't come back here unless they're looking for something. Is there anything I can help you with?” The bear asks, stepping out of the charger and causing an audible hiss when the door opens. He steps down, looking down at your small frame and waiting for you to respond to him. Meanwhile you can't get your mouth to actually open and form words, too terrified by the sight in front of you. You're extremely close to the bear, face only coming up to his stomach hatch area. “Uh…..Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks, noticing you seem completely frozen and unable to talk. He's not sure what's going through your head but he's certainly not used to this sort of reaction from people, even in the past you'd never done this. Then again you'd avoided ever actually being this close to him. Eventually the bear gets down on one knee so he's more eye level with you, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you're currently in. “Superstar?” He says worriedly, moving to put a hand on your cheek. The movement knocks you out of your trance and you immediately move away from the bear, leaving him stunned with his hand still in the air.

“Y-Yup! I'm totally fine Freddy! See you later!” You reply quickly, wanting nothing more than to get away from the animatronic. First Monty and now this? God could you really do this job if you were this scared? Freddy pauses, bringing his hand down and trying to figure out what's going on here.

“Y/N. Wait a moment. I know something is wrong. Your heart rate is elevated and you seem to be going through a panic attack. How can I help?” The bear asks, causing you to stop and give him a rather rushed and fake smile.

“N-No no! No panic attacks here! I don't know what you're talking about Fred!” You reply, still frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. “Gotta go check in on some of the staff bots! See ya!” You reply before quickly moving away from Freddy and out of the janitor's closet, leaving the bear still down on one knee and completely stunned by the whole interaction. Was it something he said?

After that ‘terrifying’, at least in your mind, interaction you head towards an out of place little hallway, shaking all the way there and trying to catch your breath. Freddy hadn't done anything scary persay but just being that close to that big of an animatronic scared the absolute shit out of you. Again you question how the hell you're going to do this job if you can't even get close to these robots without having a panic attack. Letting out a sigh you let your back fall against a nearby wall, sliding down it until your butt hits the ground. Should you just quit now? You'd been able to handle taking care of the simpler robots around the place but maybe that's just because they're closer to the size of normal people and unable to really do what the main four could. Sighing once again you put your head in your knees, trying to calm yourself down so you can go back out and actually do your job.

Just then you hear the familiar sound of an animatronic as they walk, getting closer and closer. Your head pops up immediately, eyes landing on the relatively short form of Chica, who thankfully is around the same size as a typical human female being the shortest of the group. Before you can protest the chicken comes and sits down next to you, smiling warmly at you.

“Hiya rock chick! Freddy told me what happened. I figured I'd try to find you and see if I could help ya out!” The chicken says cheerfully, You sit there nervously eyeing her and she eventually puts two and two together. “Would it help if I move away a bit, sweetie? I don't want to scare you or cause you more anxiety.” She explains, your look of confusion at what she says answers quite a few of her questions without you even having to say a word. The chicken moves away a bit, sitting with her legs closed and to one side. “Look sweetie. I'm not sure what we've done to scare you but none of us are out to get you. We just want to make sure you're okay. Freddy is worried sick about you and is convinced he did something wrong.” She explains, earning a confused look from you once again. You can't get over just how lifelike these beings are. They're unlike literally anything you've worked on before and they seem to have their own thoughts and feelings. Biting your lip nervously you try desperately to think of something to say to her, feeling kinda bad for worrying Freddy like this. Though to be fair you weren't even aware he could actually worry like this.

“You don't have to talk if you don't want to Rock Chick. I don't want to make this any more scary for you.” Chica states, keeping her movements slow and visible while monitoring your heart rate and breathing. “I do want to know though. Did we cause this in some way? You can just shake or nod your head if you want.” She explains, smiling when you shake your head no in reply. “Oh good. I was scared maybe Monty did something that freaked you out, or Roxy. I love her but she can be so blunt sometimes.” She rambles, which surprisingly is actually helping to calm you down. Despite knowing Chica is an animatronic she's actually extremely like a normal human in size and personality, like a bubbly friend who loves to talk. “Is it the whole size thing? Seems to make the parents a bit nervous too.” She continues, pausing to see if you'll shake your head in reply which you eventually do, a nod to be exact though the size thing isn't the only thing about them that scares you.

“I-Its a lot of things….” You manage, Chica playfully gasping in response.

“It speaks! Well I can't say I blame you for being nervous Rock Chick. Those boys make even me nervous sometimes. Especially when Monty gets angry and messes up his room. I think that would scare anyone. We really don't mean any harm though…..well me and Freddy don't. He's just a big teddy bear…..and I don't think Roxy or Monty do either, they're just difficult sometimes.” She replies, still smiling warmly to try and reassure you. “It's totally okay to take a while to get over this too Rock Chick. But I'm happy to help however I can!” She finishes, smile still bright as the sun. She puts a hand out for you, waiting for you to make a move to actually grab it. She doesn't have the sharp claws like the others do and her hand more or less just looks like a humans for the most part, like you can still tell she's an animatronic but at least they tried to make her more human like. You pause, staring at her hand for a few moments while she patiently waits to see if you're willing to take it. Eventually, albeit hesitantly, you put your shaky hand into hers and the happy little smile that she gives you when you do makes you smile a bit in response. How could you not? She just seems so happy that you actually gave her some trust.

“There you go sweetheart! Well done, I'm so proud of you!” She praises, making you blush a bit in the process. “Awe, you're so cute when you blush! You should do it more often, cupcake. Do you want to come hang out in my green room so you can calm down? We can get you some sweets and have some girl time hm?” She suggests, causing you to pause for a moment. You're worried about being seen by the others but are hoping maybe Chica will send them a message and tell them to leave you be for a bit, actually the chicken thought to do just that as soon as you nodded your head in response to her question. She bounces happily before carefully standing and starting to help you up. “Yay! Let's get to it, Rock Chick!” She states happily before beginning to lead you back towards rockstar row and to her room.

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Writing Bucket List

tagged by @sleepy-night-child but was also gonna jump on @drippingmoon's tag too so- here we are

I won't include Demons in the Den because I'm actually working on it

Rules: list WIPs you would like to finish in your lifetime; optionally, reasons that are holding you off them and how far you want to get them (published vs posted, etc.)

1) Night of the Winter Star - my beloved IF novel that I desperately wanted to finish, wrote a 7,500 word prologue and couldn't get much further. you play as Lincia Ethelgarde, disgraced daughter of the Marquis of the Stria Kingdom. Lincia was banished to the neighbouring kingdom as a commoner because of an accused murder attempt against the Duke's fiancée. you end up working at a cafe to make ends meet but a war ends up erupting! I was working in ChoiceScript for this so definitely something that would be published when/if I get to it! time and ideas are the major obstacles, but I really want to finish this! maybe after Den

2) Amberjay - the only speckle of mystery that I have written in recent (and long-term) memory. as a sci-fi IF it's one of those VR accident stories where the company (Liberation Tech) is doing some shady shit and you work for them so you have to solve what they're doing and try to stop whatever the problem is! you've got a team (Delta 1907, I think it was) and a private investigator friend in Alice! For this one, it was in Inkle, so probably suited for just posting or maybe a pay-what-you-want format. and the things holding me back here are just inexperience in mystery writing 🤣 I'll definitely get to this at some point

3) Flare Code - this one isn't a piece of writing as it's more of an entire experience. yes. this is one of my game WIP that I've been simmering on because the main character, Sierra Flammlit, just comes and goes in my brain whenever she wants. it's a turn-based RPG idea (that once again never really took off)! Sierra is off to save the world with song as she follows in her (dead?) mother's footsteps! But of course, things happen, especially when NOISE is running amok! some little details, Sierra plays the sax (not sure which one) and has the power of fire 🔥 as a passion project, I wouldn't mind either publishing or posting this, but the former would be preferable since it's a whole game and everything. and the thing holding me back the most here is that I really *can't* do everything on my own (because I suck at art even if I try 🙃🙃) hopefully I'll be able to work on this every so often because I'm in love with the story and the characters and just the theme of finding oneself that I made throughout

4) Apprentice of the Archmage - my long time novel idea! (that was usurped by Demons in the Den hah 😅) I shared an excerpt recently, but basically the story is about a girl (all my mcs are girls apparently), well a princess, whose kingdom was destroyed and now lives with an archmage as he travelled around the world. well lived, because the archmage suddenly disappeared and sent her to a boarding school to properly learn magic! I never really got to fully flesh out a proper story for this and it'd be fun to do so. this one would probably be just posted too

5) untitled sci-fi, superpower story - this was originally gonna be a project for a Fortnightly Fiction Jam, but I couldn't get it rolling because of lack of solid ideas. it was a super fun idea where there's a group of patients (kids, adults, maybe even pets but prob not) and they've all got weird powers based on their eye colours (because eye colours). I wasn't completely sure on whether or not the doctors/scientists/etc. were going to be evil or something, but definitely another sci-fi character based one!

there are a few more but I think 5 is also enough for now if I don't want to dive into some real old ones (plus this post is super long now) OH and I didn't even get to any tabletop things I thought of-aaa

I don't have anyone to tag so I just looked around-- no pressure tags if you want for @talesfromaurea and @oh-no-another-idea! otherwise, open tags abound ^^ come share ideas!

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Yandere!Alien (Atlas) Pt1

A/n:Got this idea and just had to write it👽

Warnings⚠️: gore?

'So this is what they meant when they said humans are made of stars' Altas thought,scoffing as his hands dug deeper into the open chest cavity of the man laying in front of him. The smell of iron was heavy in the air as blood pooled around them,staining the overalls Atlas had taken from him

"ꉓꂦꎭꍟ ꂦꈤ! ꀤ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ...ꍏꃅ ꃅꍏ!" The man was still alive,his quick breaths coming out gargled as blood gathered in his mouth. Atlas moved his hand up into the man's throat, his fingers wrapping around his larynx.

He pressed his pointed nail into the soft tissue,a glowing green liquid flowing into the mans veins,spreading across his face and neck. Atlas sighed as he watched the man squirm,his strength slowly fading.

"ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦᖘ ꎭꂦᐯꀤꈤꁅ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꀤ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꍏꀘꍟ ꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ ꍏꈤꀸ ꌗᖘꍟꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ᖘꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꈤꌗ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꌃꍟ ꒒ꂦꈤꁅ." True to his word,Atlas moved his hand out of the man only a few seconds later,a satisfied smile on his face.

"There! Ain't that much better?" He said gleefully,testing out his new voice,the slight southern drawl making him pause. "Weird,not what i expected it would sound like after i heard you scream."

Atlas shook his head " well I guess it doesn't matter. Now,lets close you up shall we?" He smiled,moving to stand up and walk back to his landing area to find the tool he needed.

He froze however when he heard a click,followed by something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head.

"M-make one move and I'll blow y-yer goddam brains out!" Atlas sighed and stood up,hearing the person behind him gasp and stumble backwards, falling over and dropping his gun in the process.

Atlas turned around and looked down at the terrified man,blinking in surprise as he saw the striking resemblance between him and the other man who was barely clinging to life behind him.

"D-demon" Atlas heard the man mumble as he picked up his shotgun,pointing it at the 7ft tall blood coved figure in front of him. "Y-you killed my brother"

Atlas frowned,trying to find the right words to tell the man that his brother wasn't dead. He moved forward only to stop when he heard a loud bang,followed by a seering pain in his side as the man pulled the trigger.

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You always loved coming to visit your uncle. His small cabin in the woods was so peaceful,a huge change from the city life that you were used to.

There was nothing but farmlands and forests for miles, so apart from the occasional sound of an animal,it was quiet.

You were alone in the cabin. Your uncle left earlier to go to work,leaving you to do what you wanted until he came back.

Of course, there wasn't much to do,so you opted for sitting in front of the old box tv in the livingroom,eating microwave pizza and trying to solve crossword puzzles

It wasn't much,but it kept you entertained. The TV was only on for backround noise,but occasionally something interesting caught your eye,like when the news broadcaster started talking about a foreign object entering orbit.

It didn't hold your attention for long though,because soon after she said that the signal cut out,leaving nothing but static on the tv. You sighed but didn't bother to try and fix it, only shrugging before going back to your puzzle.

About half an hour and 3 puzzles later you decided to go to bed,seeing as your primary source of entertainment was down and you already finished the last slice of pizza.

After a short shower,you threw on a oversized t shirt and went to brush your teeth,moving sluggishly through your suitcase to find your toothbrush.

After finally finding it along with your mouthwash and hairbrush,you moved back to the bathroom. You desperately tried to keep your eyes open as you moved the toothbrush through your mouth,nearly falling asleep at the sink before a loud bang sounded out outside.

You let out a short scream,your toothbrush slipping through your fingers as you jumped. You scrambled to try and catch it only to loose your footing and fall over backwards,hitting your head on the side of the tub.

You sat there for a second,toes curling in pain as your hands shot up to where your head was throbbing.

The pain subsided after a few seconds,and you cursed your neighbors for thinking it was okay to start shooting at this hour of the night,slowly standing up and making your way back to your room.

"Stupid Clive and his stupid guns. It's 2 am for god sakes. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when i see him again that no good little-" you stopped abruptly as you heard something shuffling outside.

"Whaaaatt the fuck" you whispered to yourself,slowly moving towards the front of the cabin to peek out the window. You grabbed a phone on the way,getting ready to call your uncle if it was something serious.

Pulling back the plaid curtain,you scanned the dimly lit porch,holding your breath in anticipation.

Once you were certain that there was nothing there,you let out a relieved sigh,moving to close the curtain and finally go to bed,when a very large blood covered hand slammed against the window.

You let out a scream,your knees going weak, once again sending you towards the ground. You grabbed the phone,filled with adrenaline as you started dialing your uncles number until-

"H-help. Puh-please! I-I need help" you paused putting the phone down and listening. You heard a pained groan followed by a weird chittering noise.

You slowly got onto your knees,peeking out the window,passed the bloody handprint,to see a person laying on the wooden porch,covered in blood.

"Oh shit!" You ran towards the door,not even hesitating as you threw it open,rushing towards the person.

"Oh shit oh fuck a-are you okay? Oh damnit! come on lets get you inside." The man groaned and sat up slowly,and you had to keep yourself from gasping at not only his height,but also the mess of unnaturall, almost glowing neon green hair on his head,almost completely covering his eyes.

"Holy shit." You heard the man let out a pained chuckle "wow your teaching me all sorts of new words"

You raised your eyebrow,wanting to ask him what he meant when he let out another groan. "Ah,lets get you to the bathroom yeah? We got a first aid kit in there i think." You quickly stood up,throwing his large arm over your shoulders and trying to help him up. He must've noticed your struggle, because he let out another chuckle and supported more of his own weight, only occasionally leaning on you as you led him to the bathroom.

It was only when you saw him under the florescent light when you noticed that his skin had a strange greenish hue to it,and he was wearing clothes that didn't really seem to fit him properly. You paid no mind to it as you helped him sit down on the toilet,frantically scrambling to find the first aid kit.

"What happened to you? You look like you were run over." You cringed at yourself. You really didnt mean to sound so blunt but you were still filled with adrenaline from the big ass scare he gave you.

"A silly human shot me with his primative weapon. Unfortunately i couldn't reach my ship in time to grab any of my healing supplies or any proper covering so i opted for finding the nearest form of civilization."

You paused at his words,slowly turning to look at him,first aid kit clutched in your shaking hands. You looked up at his tall form sitting calmly with his hand pressed against the wound in his side,his jet black eyes looking straight into yours.

Wait a minute

Black eyes.

"H-human? Ship? What the fuck are you on about my guy?" He smiled sweetly,showing off his razor sharp teeth. Al three rows of them.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away,causing his smile to fade. "Oh! Oh nono no human don't look so afraid! Im not here to hurt anyone! And I'm certainly not going to hurt you after you let me into your home"

You shook you head and stood still,not letting your gaurd down just yet. "How do i know your telling the truth? What are you?"

He made a little chittering noise,moving a bit of neon green hair out of his eyes. "Ah yes. I forgot your species hasn't had any public outside contact yet. My name is Atlas. I am what your kind know as an 'extra terrestrial' or an 'alien' or whatever" he stood up,slowly moving towards you.

He stopped just inches away and bent down to look you in the eye,his own black orbs glistening in the light. "As for the whole truth thing,well I really don't have any reason to lie to you pet."

He placed his large hand over the first aid kit,gently pulling it from your grip and moving closer towards your face,his nose brushing yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed softly.

"Your a good little human right? So i really have no desire to hurt you." He suddenly stood up straight, making you squeal softly. "But i do really need you to help me repair my injuries."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding,before looking up at Atlas,who was struggling to open the box,turning it over in his hands multiple times.

After taking a few more deep breaths,trying to process everything,you giggled softly making him stop and look at you.

"What are you doing?" Atlas huffed and felt around the box again. "Where is the scanning device?? How do you open this stupid thing??" Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you took the box from him,pressing the small latch and opening the box.

He looked at you in awe for a second before crossing his arms. "Primitive human devices" you snorted as you laughed harder ,bringing your hand up to your mouth to try and stop the noises.

Atlas gave you a deadpan look scoffing and sitting back down on the toilet. Once you calmed yourself down enough,you moved over to him. "Wow i can't belive i was terrified of you a second ago" you smiled pulling down the straps of his overalls.

He scoffed again and bared his teeth. "Oh you should be terrified now little human. Lauging at my struggles. How dare you" you laughed again,before lifting his shirt amd kneeling between his legs to be eyelevel with his wound. "My name is (Y/n) by the way. Not "little human" you stared in slight surprise at the odd dark blueish color of his blood before grabbing a rag from the box and covering it in rubbing alcohol.

Atlas made a noise as you pressed the alcohol covered rag onto his wound,leaning back to grant you more access.

He hummed as you continued to clean the wound,a small smile on his face. "I'll call you whatever i want little human" you looked up at him,confused at his happy tone.

"Doesn't this hurt? Why do you look so happy?" Atlas chittered again and looked down at you "I like the burning."

You blushed a bit and opened your mouth to say something before a loud knock came from the front door.

"Damnit what now?" You stood up slowly,throwing the rag in the sink. "Just be quiet,they'll think no ones home." You grabbed a bandage from the box and went to bend down again and finish fixing his wound before a familiar voice stated yelling at the door as the banging continued.

"(Y/n)! You in there? It's Clive! Ya gotta get out here i think that thing made its way into your house!" You raised your eyebrow and looked back at Atlas.

"Thats the human who shot me. He must've followed my blood the cretin." You sighed and put down the bandage "I'll be right back okay? Just lemme go take care of this."

You only got so far as the bathroom door before you felt arms wrap around you,pulling you back. "No! Your MY human. I wont allow that disgusting cretin anywhere near you."

You looked up at Atlas,who had his teeth bared. He was starting intensely in the direction of the front door,where the banging now turned frantic,along with the voices.

"Atlas just let me get him to leave. I won't be long i promise."

He looked down at you,his eyes gleaming dangerously. You squimed a bit,feeling his grip falter as you pulled out of his arms. "I-ill be right back okay?"

You pushed him back into the bathroom,closing the door behind you and making your way over to the front of the house.

"I'm coming Clive calm down." You sighed as you opened the door,putting on your best 'just woke up' look. "What do you want? Its really late."

Clive looked panicked. His flannel shirt was covered in a mix of dark blue and crimson and he had a shotgun in his hand.

"(,Y/n)! Thank God your okay! I was bouta break down the door cause i thought somethin' happened to ya. Theres somethin'out here. A demon or somethin'. It killed Marcus. It killed my brother" you stared at Clive as he sobbed,not sure what to do.

He couldn't be talking about Atlas right? He said it himself,he didn't come here to kill humans. You looked back at the bathroom and saw Atlas standing there,a feral look on his face. "Fuck" you whispered moving outside and closing the front door.

Clive calmed down and looked at you confused. "S-sorry Clive. I haven't seen anything. But if you want I'll call the cops for you okay? Or the ranger?" Clive ignored your frantic words and tried to move passed you to the door

"Are ya hidin' it in there? You are arent ya? Let me in there (Y/n). I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" You moved in front of him

Trying desperately to stop him from going in.

"Wait Clive you can't just-" you squeaked as he grabbed your arms trying,throwing you to the side and opening the door,his gun ready.

He moved into the house and you scrambled to get up and stop him,only to be pulled back down,a hand covering your mouth.

You looked behind you and saw Atlas glaring at the door,his sharp teeth bared. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder,you groaned a bit as his shoulder knocked the wind out of you,and Clives frantic footsteps could be heard rushing back towards the porch.

Before he made it out the door,Atlas had already started running across the open field in front of the house.

You heard Clive yell something before running out after you,but at this point it wasnt likely for him to catch up.

"A-Atlas where are we going?" He let out a grunt and stoped,putting you down but not letting go of your arm. "We're going to my ship. That stupid human ruined everything. And he has the gull to blame me for his brothers death? Honestly."

You stumbled after him,desperately trying to keep up. ""S-so you didn't kill his brother?" Atlas scoffed. "Of course not. That idiot just got on the way before i could

Heal him."

You raised your eyebrow as he finally came to a stop,letting go of your arm and dashing towards the green and blue pod that stood on a scorched plot of grass. "What do you mean heal..."

Your question died in your throat as your eyes landed on what you recognized to be Clive's younger brother Markus,laying on the blood stained grass with a blank look in his glassy eyes. His chest was ripped wide open,displaying all of his organs.

"He got in the way of my ship before i could grab the device i needed to heal him. I never meant for him to-" Atlas looked up from his pod,having already found what he was looking for to heal his wound,only to see you backing away,tears slowly dripping down your face.

"Hey. Whats the matter? Huma-" Atlas was cut off when you turned around and started running back towards your cabin. He let out a low growl before sprinting after you,catching up in a matter of seconds and grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he turned you around,trying to get you to stop squirming. "Listen! I didn't kill him!" You struggled more as you heard Clive's voice in the distance,screaming for you.

Atlas growled again and pushed you to the ground,pinning your arms to your sides. "I didn't kill the human,but if you don't stop struggling right now I AM going to kill that one."

You instantly stopped,looking up at him with tearly eyes. "Wonderfull" Atlas said,picking you up once again and carrying you towatds his ship as Clive came into veiw.

"I didn't lie to you human." He started,gently placing your shivering form in his ship. "I didn't come to this dirt planet to harm any humans." He got in next to you and you could only watch as the ship fired up,flashing bright blues and greens before slowly starting to hover,just as Clive showed up.

"I came here to find a pet."

[thorne93]

Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 41)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2388

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​ - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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He picked up the phone, and dialed his number, letting out a breath before Dexter answered. 

“Hello, Doctor, what a pleasant surprise.” He smirked through the phone. “To what do I owe this call?” He teased a little but it was rather odd that the other man called.

“Dexter… Something’s happened to Y/N. She’s been shot. She’s in critical care. They…” He tried to stop his tears but he couldn't. “They don’t know if she’ll make it.” 

“What! What the fuck happened?” he demanded in a low, stern voice. He was livid. How the hell had you gotten hurt and with Spencer nearby? “Start talking, Reid. Is she okay?

“I’m not sure,” Spencer defended before the tears really started to flow. “I should’ve realized they were missing sooner. You might… you might want to get here though. I know she’d want you here… When she wakes up…” The sobs started to rack through him.

“I’ll see how quick I can get there, in the meantime I need you to breathe. There’s no use getting so overworked. That won’t help do Y/N either.” He huffed out. To think that you would get hurt while her husband was around. That was never an issue when it was just Dexter and you.. “Keep me posted on her. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

“I’ll keep you posted.” 

The two men hung up and after three hours, you were in your own room. You were stable, for now, but they said you may have sustained neurological damage that could lead to comatose, brain-dead, or even death. 

Spencer sat by your bedside, you were still unconscious. He tried to keep his breathing steady but sobbing continued to roll through him. He couldn’t help it. He could very well lose you and the last thing you knew was that he wanted to talk to another woman. 

“Y/N, I don’t know if you can hear me, the doctors told me you can’t hear me, but I’m going to try this anyway. I am so, so sorry for what I’ve put you through. I can’t… I won’t be able to live with myself if something happens to you and the last words that wer said between us were me saying I wanted to talk to Max and you thinking I didn’t love you. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I know Max is a sore spot for us and I was an iito to bring it up. It wasn’t until you said it today that I realized you’re right. The lying I did was beyond anything you ever did. The lying I did was a direct betrayal of our marriage, of our vows, and I can’t take that back. I guess, in my mind, all I saw was you had Dexter and you were so close with him, that it shouldn’t be any different for me.” He stopped, trying to catch his breath before a fresh new wave of tears came. “ But I see now  that it is very different. I was envious of your bond with Dexter, but I had no reason to be. You only hid one part of the truth about your relationship with him, and then you told me everything. As you said, your lie was a lie to cover up criminal activity.  But me… I did something much worse. I made it so you couldn't’ trust me. I made it so in your eyes, you’re no longer a priority. I can’t stand the fact that you think I don’t want you, but what else were you supposed to think? I wasn’t exactly trying out for Husband of the Year Award… And now… now I might lose you and your last thought will be you weren’t loved by your own husband… Please, come back to me. I can make this right. I will make this right, if it’s the last thing I do. All I need... is for you to wake up, to be okay.. Please… be okay.” 

That was all he could get out before the tears overcame him and he held onto your body for a long time. He had no idea how long he’d been crying, holding you, begging you to wake up. 

Later that night, Spencer heard someone nearly run into the room. He looked up to see Dexter there. 

“So much for keeping me updated, huh?” Dexter sounded irritated and winded. He moved to your other side seeing in just the condition you were in. “What happened?” he demanded in a firm tone. He was on edge, more so than he’d ever been. It cut at his heart seeing you lying there in the hospital bed like that.

“We’re trying to track down a con artist serial killer. His daughter shot at her and JJ. I wasn’t there. I was in a different garage.” 

“Jesus. Was she awake when you found her?” he wondered. 

“No,” he huffed out before crying. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Dexter asked. He could tell Spencer was partially crying from regret, guilt, not just grief. 

“We had a fight before she went into the garage. Maybe she wasn’t entirely focused… I don’t know.” He shook his head, letting his head hang and the tears freely fall. 

“Another fight? What the hell was it about this time?” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. 

“I… I don’t know if she told you about Max or not, but I told her I wanted to reach out to Max again. The next thing I know, she’s screaming at me and…” He took a deep breath… “She told me that she felt like she was being strung along, because clearly I don’t love her anymore, so she just told me to divorce her and get it over with.” He hung his head, ashamed of repeating your final words, more ashamed at how they must’ve felt true to you. 

“Of course I know about Max. She called me crying one night about the whole thing,” Dexter coolly responded. “Who do you think was there to get her to calm down?” He took a step toward Spencer. “Do you have any idea how devastated she’s been since Max showed up?”

“Yes. I know I messed up,” he said, clearly upset as he stared down at you. 

“Messed up?” He’s clearly pissed. “That doesn’t even fucking describe half of what you’ve done to her.”  Dexter jabbed a finger at Spencer. “I’m the one who's been picking up the pieces of her shattered heart and putting it back together while you’ve been out playing house with someone else.” Dexter moved back to control his urge to hit the man in front of him. “Time and time again she’s come to me feeling like nothing she does is enough to get you to even bat an eyelash at her.”

Spencer shook his head, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he gazed down at you. “I never meant for her to feel that way. It just… it didn’t feel any different. Her friendship with you or my friendship with Max. But she made me see it today… She didn’t hide your bond. I did. I hid it because I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was flirting outside my marriage. I never once saw you and her flirt, or do anything outside of what your original intent was. You two truly were just friends… But I fucked up and took it a step further with Max and I… I can’t ever take that back. I meant what I said about wanting to still talk to her. I don’t think that’s a crime to want a  friend outside of all this. But I shouldn’t have been so stupid to bring it up this soon. I just wish she would know that I’d do anything to right those wrongs now…” 

“It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than just some pretty words to get her to be okay with you. She’s tried so many different ways to tell and show you but you didn’t give a rats ass about it you went off into the sunset with you so called friend and at every turn that Y/N made an effort to be with you… you ran off to Max. What we have… our relationship from the start was friendship; we were comfortable enough around each other to be honest. Yeah you did fuck up and I wouldn’t blame her if she chose to give up especially after today.” Dexter moved to sit next to you and began slowly caress your hair. He’d hope you would wake up soon. “This isn’t something that I can forgive easily and I know she won’t either.”

Spencer fell back into his chair. “She shouldn’t. I don’t expect her to. I expect to earn her back, if she’ll have me. At this point… I don’t know. That look in her eye I saw today. She was so… distraught, so hurt. In the moment, I had no idea what to say to calm her down, but I didn’t even get a chance.” 

Dexter sighed as he watched you sleep. “She once told me that she was more concerned with you ever thinking that she was capable of being unfaithful to you, than of the truth of her killing.”

He bobbed his head in response. “I know. She told me. I believed her too. She’s never given me any reason to doubt her love for me, ever. She has to see that I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix this, to keep her, to win her back.” 

Dexter nodded, letting out a sigh. “That may be a long road,” he informed. “She loves you, more than I’ve ever seen anyone love anyone else. When we talked before you found us out, she spoke so highly of you. I never saw her more pained than having to tell you the truth of what she was doing. Even through all the other case bullshit, she only had that look of pure agony when she thought she was about to lose you. She gave up her freedom, her career, everything, just to tell you, so you wouldn’t think she was being unfaithful. That says a hell of a lot to me.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, feeling as if his insides were churning without give. 

“All I’m saying is you have a woman who really loves you. I see a lot of people in my real job and my side work and I don’t see that very often. Maybe one in a million do I see true love, and I’m not even sure if I believe in it. But if I did, if it was such a thing, I’d say you two have it. You just have to pull your head out of your ass and stop fucking around with other people.” 

“Yeah, I know. How do I win her back?” he asked, tears still running down his face. 

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Just be honest with her, and tell her you’ll try harder, but don’t be surprised if she’s not willing to listen. She’s bent over backwards to get you to retrust her and understand her and you haven’t repaid the favor.”

He swallowed, nodding, realizing he was right. He might lose you, either by the gunshot wound or by his own stupid actions, and he hated himself for both. 

The two men sat there another hour before you finally woke up. You groaned, feeling as if you’d been hit by a truck. 

“Wh--What happened?” you asked, coming to. You glanced around the room, and saw your husband’s tear streaked face, and your best friend looking worried but relieved. “What are you two doing here?”

Spencer grabbed your hand and held it. “Sweetie, you lost a lot of blood. You were shot. It was touch and go, but they said it was up to you to pull through.”

“You scared the hell out of us,” Dexter said with a smile.

“Sorry,” you quietly responded. 

“It’s all good. Just don’t do it again, okay? You mean a lot to a lot of people.” He glanced over at your husband. “I’ll go let them know you’re awake, so they can finish up the tests.” He patted your left hand, stood, and left. 

As soon as he was gone, Spencer raced back to your bedside, sitting on your bed. 

“Y/N, I am so, so sorry about what happened. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. About everything. It wasn’t just about me lying, it was what I lied about. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize that. But I have now. Max will never be a problem again. No woman will ever be a problem again. I love you and only you. If you still want me, I’ll spend the rest of my days making it up to you.” 

“Spencer, I--”

But he cut you off, his mouth was on yours quicker than you could blink. His hands in your hair, tangling his fingers there. This was familiar. This fire,this passion. You and Spencer loved hard, and you fought hard. You fought hard to keep him, but now it was his turn to fight to keep you, and he was prepared to do so. 

When he let you go, you were panting. 

“I didn’t expect that,” you admitted with a smile.

“I didn’t expect to almost lose you today. I was so scared. I was so worried that your last thoughts of me would be that I loved someone else. To think I love anyone else from you is the most absurd idea you’ve ever had.” he stroked your hair and smiled at you.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t given a lot of proof to the contrary,” you fired back with a grin. 

“You will be. Just let me show you how much you really mean to me.” 

You nodded. “I will, of course I will. All I’ve ever wanted is you. I do everything in my life to keep you, Dr. Spencer Reid.” 

“Well it’s my turn to do the same, Dr. Y/N Reid.”

You smiled once more and he planted a chaste kiss to your lips before peppering several more on you. 

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[cwispydev]

28/11/2022 NaNoRenMo word count: 10,255

Long time, no write! Hey, at least I accomplished a lot since you last heard from me.

Most of those things was just a lot of the writing. As you can see, I've pretty much doubled the word count since my last post. That's the biggest reason I haven't updated really.

I don't want to talk much about the different stuff I've been writing. I just wanna focus on my code.

The reason I finally decided to update here is becos I figured some coding stuff out that had me asking not one but two people for help for and it took us like two days to figure the bullshit out.

In fairness to the people I asked for help from, though; they didn't know anything about Ren'py or how to code visual novels. But, they code other things so I thought might as well.

So, the first easier thing I figured out was how to do a blink animation for when you want to do a first person point-of-view blink. Basically, I used this topic but, instead, I added more stuff and made it more complicated LOL.

My reply is that last one by nyeowmi so you can just read that. I also included like the images I used and stuff! Nice!

Here's what it looks like.

The second thing that I had the hardest time figuring out was the layered image stuff for character images.

I don't know if it's just becos I'm the worst researcher known to man but there was literally no documentation for the layered image that my two brain cells could understand?

The easiest one was the guide by BáiYù where they make a whole game out of it. Unfortunately, as of Ren'py 8.0.3, the game doesn't play anymore.

At least, not for me. It says something along the lines of 'file' not defined? I'm not sure but, in the comments of their itch.io, someone also had the same problem and BáiYù said they'd figure it out as soon as they could.

So, maybe, this journey will be much easier for you, dear reader in the future, than I, a poor unfortunate soul.

Either way, I couldn't figure out the layered image thing through the tutorial. BáiYù suggested just getting familiar with the layered images through browsing the code of the game (which you can access, even if the game doesn't work).

However, I'm illiterate when it comes to reading code so none of it made a lick of sense to me. Honestly, that one's truly on me becos, unfortunately yet again, Ren'py's coding language (or rather, whatever you use to code Ren'py) is like the only coding language I know well enough to recognize some of.

Anyway, I tried it out despite not knowing what the hell I was doing.

I renamed all my images the same exact way you're supposed to when you use layered images. Which is, of course:

[charactername]_[facepart]_[emotion].png

I also stored all of the files in like a lot of folders. The file path looked something like:

images/felix/[emotion]/[imagefile].png

Anyway, I think that was my downfall. I don't know if it truly is? But I did browse through some of the LemmaSoft forums and some people mentioned that nested images (images stored in folder after folder instead of just in the images folder) got fucked up and it didn't work properly.

That being the exact problem or not didn't matter becos my character image just wouldn't work. I don't remember what exactly was the errors I was getting at this point but I know like some of the parts wouldn't come up or the game just wasn't able to find the files, etc, etc.

Another problem that I was trying to figure out at the same time was how to make the character speak while their character sprite was showing.

I saw a forum post by zmook (not linked becos I absolutely can't find it) where they were directed to the Ren'py cookbook where it wrote about the config.speaking_attribute.

Basically, it's an attribute that gets shown when the character is talking and then stops getting shown when the character stops talking.

Then, in another forum post, zmook asks about the speaking attribute being combined with the layered image stuff.

However, at this point, despite knowing all of this stuff, I was still struggling with getting the image to show properly at all, much less having it show up speaking and then not speaking.

Did I stop and try to figure out the basics first before trying to figure out the talking? Absolutely not.

So, I continued seeking out knowledge. Eventually, I figured out that you have to animate the mouth using Ren'py and not a gif. I figured that out through this post by Argent Games.

I tried coding my character image exactly like that but, unlike that, my character had a lot of expressions and my code ended up looking cluttered while still not working completely.

At this point, what was happening was that everything was showing up properly except the mouth.

In the end, my special friend's brother cleaned up the code for me. It was honestly trial and error at that point where we all didn't know what we were doing, we were just moving stuff around.

My code ended up being something along the lines of:

default felixemote = "smile"

image felixmouth: "images/felix/[felixemote]/felix_mouth_[felixemote].png" 0.2 "images/felix/[felixemote]/felix_mouth_[felixemote]_half.png" 0.2 "images/felix/[felixemote]/felix_mouth[felixemote]_open.png" 0.2 "images/felix/[felixemote]/felix_mouth[felixemote]_half.png" 0.2 repeat

group mouth if_any "speaking" auto: attribute smile default: "felixmouth"

group mouth if_not "speaking" auto: attribute smile default: "felix_mouth_smile"

That code has like a lot of code in between but that's pretty much the gist of it all. After we did that for the mouth and then exactly like what we're supposed to for the rest (basically copied from the layered image documentation from the Ren'py cookbook).

It worked! Of course, it didn't follow the words exactly? The character would just keep speaking even if the words were completely loaded.

However, a victory is a victory and, becos I'm not even gunna think about the voice acting yet, I don't care. I was so tired and annoyed by this entire thing that I just figured this is good enough.

Then, of course, when I went and stress tested the code (as in, showing off the characters numerous expressions), nothing happened.

The expressions didn't change. That was when I screamed and then screamed and then rewrote my code.

This time, I removed all of the auto stuff on the layered image codes. Instead of just having the layered images going through all of my images, I would just force feed it my images.

So, I declared each image with a specific file path that had variables in it I could change based on what emotion I wanted them to display.

For example, instead of just letting layered images figure out what eyebrows I wanted, I wrote out:

image felixeyebrows: "images/felix/[felixeyemotebrow]/felix_eyebrows_[felixeyemotebrow].png"

I did that for the base, for blush (except that one was just blush and a blank png named noblush), glasses (same as blush), the closed version of the mouth, etc.

For the eyes, I wanted to have a blinking animation so I declared the image like this instead:

image felixeyes: "images/felix/[felixeyemote]/felix_eyes_[felixeyemote].png" choice: #choice is so that ren'py can randomly choose between the three cus blinking tends to be random and not in the same intervals 4.5 choice: 4.5 choice: 4.5 "images/felix/felix_eyes_closed.png"

I specifically made all of the variables different so that I could control each variable to be different. Like, for example, if I wanted the angry eyebrows but the sad mouth.

My variables ended up being the following:

default felixemote = "smile" #this is to control the mouth default felixeyemote = "smile" #this is to control the eyes default felixeyemotebrow = "smile" #this is to control the eyebrows default felixbased = "regular01" #this is to control the body/base default felixblushed = "noblush" #this is to control the blush default felix_glasses = True #this is to control the glasses

The glasses variable is different becos the code for that one ended up being:

if felix_glasses: "images/felix/felix_glasses_glasses.png" else: "images/felix/felix_glasses_noglasses.png"

The full layered image code ended up looking exactly like this:

layeredimage felix: zoom 0.85 #i needed to do this becos my character images weren't the right size group base: attribute regular01 default: "felixbase" group blush: attribute noblush default: "felixblush" group eyes: attribute smile default: "felixeyes" group eyebrows: attribute smile default: "felixeyebrows" group mouth if_any "speaking" auto: attribute smile default: "felixmouth" group mouth if_not "speaking" auto: attribute smile default: "felixmouthstop" #remember that this should be a declared image with the file path but the variables should be the same as the variables you use with the file path in the speaking animation if felix_glasses: "images/felix/felix_glasses_glasses.png" else: "images/felix/felix_glasses_noglasses.png"

Convoluted? Pretty much.

Each of the images underneath each attribute is it's own declared image with the variable-riddled image paths.

I've already tested it and it works, both fortunately and unfortunately.

I'll put some example gifs down below so that you can see it in action. I'll also put a screenshot of the script where I call all of that stuff so you can see what that looks like too.

I tried to show off the fact that the dialogue would stop loading but they'd continue talking and the fact that you can interrupt mid open mouth and they'd still transition to the closed mouth.

Thank god this long ass post is finally fucking done. Thanks for sticking with me til the end and hopefully this helps making your game a little bit easier.

If you have any questions about this at all, send me a message on discord at nyeowmi#6969 or send an anon/ask here on tumblr! I'll do my best to help

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though it feels like i can't really write a decent post right now.. i want to write one, so bear with me. it's been awhile, after all. recently, i read the old letters i wrote you. it's funny to see them now, because the signs were there all along. i tried to play off the romantic things as jokes or something platonic, but i still remember what i felt and thought of when i wrote those things. even saying that i'd kiss you then.. wishing that you'd really ask for it, heh. and to think that i flat out mentioned that i was interested in you in the main letter? eunji, really —

do you know why i like you? (yes, it's finally that post). the simplest answer is because you're you. after confessing and such, i've come to see that you don't think of yourself as someone special. that's understandable, since we tend to think less of ourselves. but as i said time and time again, i've never met someone like you. the way you make me feel is unlike what i've felt before, if that makes sense. do you feel like this too? even if i've met many people and became close to them, it's you who i truly feel at home with. and it's not just because we've established that we're 'soulmates', but our relationship dynamic and your personality. the way you treat me, the way you talk. it's always been gentle, so i feel really safe. not to mention that normally, with others, it's not that easy to make me laugh, yet you do it so easily. i like everything about you as a person. i know that there are probably many sides of you that i haven't seen yet, but i'm sure i'll come to love them as well. when it comes to you, i don't doubt that we'd be together forever.

i wouldn't say that i'm a good person. there were many instances where i honestly couldn't care less about whatever someone's saying. i feel kind of bad with that. though i'm responding, it doesn't feel like i'm interested. but yet with you, hearing you go on about the shows you like, the tin of oreo you've had in the past, or how you dropped your phone in the bathroom — i was always engaged. i always want to hear about your day, your thoughts, your likes and dislikes. i wasn't joking when i said that i adore you a lot. man.. saying it like this, it sounds like i'm such a fool in love, but it's true.

maybe i've never properly talked about your appearance before. i just kind of assumed that you knew you were good looking ㅋㅋ really, even if you wear a simple tee, you look handsome to me. you don't know how much i want to hug you. even though you're not doing anything special, just sitting around, you look so nice to hug. when you're in bed chilling or looking sleepy, you're so adorable that i want to cuddle you and shower you in kisses. and when you're driving me around, looking so cool, i wish that i could capture the memory in my head and play it whenever i want. i like your floofy hair (rip hair), your cute expressions, your eyes, nose, lips (breaks out into taeyang's song). i wish i could say it better, you know. but i'm not that good at words, even though you think i am for some reason.. still, i hope that you understand what i'm trying to convey. maybe one day i'll be able to put it in a better way and blow your mind, yeah?

this post isn't going the way i wanted it to turn out. well, that's what i get for writing it when my brain isn't full of writing juice. hopefully you're not too disappointed.

oppa, as i like you more and more each day (that i'm not even sure if i've grown to love you), i find myself confused. no one said love was going to be easy, but i thought that i was better than this. there was a point in time where i was jealous of soojung, and i remember telling you then too. i don't remember how i managed to get over that part.. i wish that i could do it again. by that, i mean not bother you so you won't feel bad or sad because of me. yet, here i am, sometimes torn on how to act, what to think. they say don't dwell on the what if's, but what can i do when i like you this much? i wish you were mine to hold and kiss. so i keep going back and forth, between accepting what we have now and wanting more. you want to know what's funny? it's difficult to remain sad when you're talking to me.

ah, it's really a mess, isn't it..? i guess i'll just add whatever crosses my mind later in future posts. i'll end this one here. my throat's been hurting since yesterday morning, too. hopefully i'm not getting a fever. you take care, okay? don't overwork yourself.

i love you.