#i love a world that feels real its my jam

[vroomian]

Can you tell us a bit more about Florece? 👀

sure ! she's 27 years old mage who lives in a city that's mostly made up of fae of some variety -- it's the only city like it in the world. humans are super rare there, as in she's never actually met another one. Florence is a magical handyman who works primarily in magical devices for the poor side of town where she lives. She spends a lot of time going through magical trash, recycling parts into other things, fixing heaters and fridges, etc.

because humans generally have shit magic sense, she built her glasses to make it visible to her. (magic itself comes in three different versions, called scripts. First script is spoken, the second is musical, and the third is written, which is the one used by artificers and what Florence focuses on. master mages are called Scribes.)

she's extremely independent and keeps herself purely neutral among the various gangs of fae in her area of the neighborhood. good traits: intelligent, resourceful, rational. bad traits: standoffish, secretive, self-centered.

at the start of the story, Florence only has one real debt to clear before she can consider herself free and clear - a life debt to a high-fae dryad called Evergreen, who picked Florence out of the gutter at 15 and nursed her back to health. Florence always keeps her word and repays her debts. To pay back this debt, Florence agrees to search out a sample of a dangerous new plague that's devastating the Undercity, only it's not a natural plague. something far more sinister is happening to drain the residents of the undercity of their magic.

[slitherpunk]

games i liked in 2023 (And Other)

I like games ! You know that ?! and I played a lot 2023! and I liked a lot :). They aren't in any specific order, it's just a little highlight of games that stood out to me this year. I've attempted to write a few thoughts on each so I hope take a look. I wrote playtimes for some also but that is very subjective.

-Ones that actually came out 2023-

Lunacid https://store.steampowered.com/app/1745510/Lunacid/ I think I mentioned enjoying this in 2022 but it officially released so I can say it was one of my favorite games in 2023 :3! I like to feel around this game's walls for secrets. I like the npcs that are full of hope and whimsy despite the bleakness of its world. Chill and occasionally spooky first person dungeon crawling around moody caverns and ruins varying from underground forests to vampire castles and blood lake. (Blood lake!!!! Lake of blood!!! Big creature there.) Lots of fun weapons and spells to find, I like the one that lets you turn blood into coffins.

~20 hours

Orbo's Odyssey https://feverdreamjohnny.itch.io/orbos-odyssey If you played the massively popular demo for "Peeb Adventures" by feverdreamjohnny then you know that Johnny makes some fun and funny games and this is certainly one of them. speedy and satisfying platforming! funny dracula moments! short and sweet.

~2 hours

A Walk in the Woods https://mooncaller.itch.io/a-walk-in-the-woods Quaint little GBStudio game :) Made by some friends of mine for a jam :) It's cute I like it. There's minigames where you catch bugs and birdwatch.

~30 minutes long

Undertale Yellow https://gamejolt.com/games/UndertaleYellow/136925 I've only completed the pacifist run and checked out a neutral run so far. as the title somewhat implies, this is a prequel to Undertale where you play as the fallen human who had the yellow colored soul. This Undertale fangame has a lot of charm!!! A lot of battles really feel like they could have been in the original, with quite a bit of extra flair in some circumstances.

~10 hours

vs really cool bird https://bobacupcake.itch.io/vs-really-cool-bird you know that really cool bird that rob bobacupcake made well you can fight it in undertale and it's really fun. yeah two undertale fangames. . . wat of it …

~30 minutes

Misericorde: Volume One https://xeecee.itch.io/misericorde I wont lie the main draw for me into this was cute anime nuns I sure didn't know a whole lot else about it when I dug into it. But it's (the first part of) a VN murder mystery! And I enjoyed it a whole lot. All the characters are memorable and I really enjoy how all of them have differentiating designs. The protagonist is so failgirl. She sucks so much and I love her. I'm very intrigued by the mechanics of the game's world, it clues you in near the beginning to expect something a bit supernatural/fantastical, which gives you (and later the protagonist) a curiosity about what's real and what isn't. The music is all very impressive too, with the ost reaching past 100 tracks varying through post-rock, folk, drum & bass, and others. (Remembering when the track "Scandal" played and my friends and I took a moment to be like- okay hang on this track pwns.) Big fan of its haunting locals and how the aesthetic of the game fits them well. Also the humor is a lot of fun, and I love all the moments getting to know the different characters. Very excited to see the eventual continuation of this.

~12 hours

Absolutely Perfect Specimen https://chambersoft.itch.io/absolutely-perfect-specimen It seems like a lot of people are craving toxic horror yuri lately. Here's a recommendation. It's a VN about the android maid "Pan" and the mad scientist girl who created her. Horrifying & gut wrenching & largely about having other people define you. The art and music is haunting & poignant and matches the ever increasing feeling of dread throughout. It's yuri with the chunks. Peak robotgirl horror for those who can stomach it.

~90 minutes

Wordhopper https://kokoscript.itch.io/wordhopper Very quaint word search type puzzle game for ms dos! I think its style is very slick and that's pretty impressive to see. Chill game with nice vibes and eyecandy visuals. also it was so cool to have played this and then ended up seeing the dev's booth at Vintage Computer Festival Midwest. I was like omg woah I just played this.

~bunny

Bossgame https://lilyv.itch.io/bossgame This game is yuriful as f*ck. Delightful humor and fun character dynamics! A simple-to-understand-difficult-to-master boss rush battle system that makes you satisfied to get it right, and enticing to get just a little farther if you get it wrong. There's a lot of detail and charm to this game's menus and dialogues and win screens, I remember noticing that once you beat a boss there would be some marquee text that would pass by with some prose on it. I love how it balances its silly moments with its heartfelt moments and its high octane moments. I like the character development and revelations had throughout the plot. & I like how good the protagonists are for each other :) It's very sweet. It's hype as hell. if you want some boss rush action paired well with that sweet sweet girl's love, you *will* play this game.

~5 hours

Elly's Adventure https://bikwins.itch.io/ellys-adventure Very cute and witchy!! You are the little witch girl "Elly" on an adventure to get your toys back!! Feels like a pretty authentic gameboy type experience, it takes a lot of design cues from Kirby's adventure and the like. I am a big fan of how playful it feels.

~1 hour

Nour https://store.steampowered.com/app/1141050/Nour_Play_with_Your_Food/ This was a treat for me, but I understand that not everybody is going to get it. It's a game where you play with food(and food accessories). And that's it. It knows what it was going for. I think a lot of people were expecting something else for some reason. It's a cute little toy game and I felt satisfied with my time with it.

~food

Hi-Fi Rush https://store.steampowered.com/app/1817230/HiFi_RUSH/ Do I have to say this game is super fun? It's a big one everybody probably already knows it. This game's dopey humor made me laugh a lot and I'm not afraid to admit it.

~12 hours

WHISKEY.ST2007S https://bonicle.itch.io/whiskey-st2007nes One of the last games I played in the year because it released super last minute. Does anybody else get a rush when running a shopping cart down the parking lot? This emulates that feeling. Short game where you collect whisky stones in the whisky stone dimension because you forgot to go christmas shopping until the very last minute. it rules. It's very short you can go play it right now & get a highscore.

~5 minutes

re:curse https://devpalmer.itch.io/re-curse Discovered this one near the very end of the year also. Fun little rpg maker horror/humor game about a weird scientist lady, her butch, and an evil clown computer virus that figured out how to warp reality. I got a kick out of it. and also enjoyed digging through the game's files, which was actively encouraged by the dev, which I thought was very fun.

~90 minutes

-Didn't technically get to until 2024 but released last year-

SWOLLEN TO BURSTING UNTIL I AM DISAPPEARING ON PURPOSE https://1207.itch.io/swollen-to-bursting-until-i-am-disappearing-on-purpose People love to dunk on a lot of indie rpgs for being "quirky Earthbound inspired and about depression" or whatever. Earthbound's great. If people can nail the kind of humor and absurdity it likes to pull off while also balancing difficult topics I think that deserves a high mark. SWOLLEN TO BURSTING was fun. Bizarre and charming places to explore & distressing secrets to find. I like how it blends meander-around-the-town gameplay with Yume Nikki sort of exploration and effects. Also I'm a big fan of the music. I like how it has the lofi sound which matches the early 3d look of the game.

~6 hours

HalOPE https://starbage.itch.io/halope Another for the fans of sweet little rpg maker games that have a lot of heart. HalOPE is about an incomplete little angel wondering through worlds. Each has a theme, usually to do with an emotion or feeling, and they do well at evoking that feeling as well as its antithesis. a lot of the music is very homey and charming at moments and unnerving at others, sometimes lonely, all doing well in their corresponding chapters to further the feeling of its specified theme. There are so many delightful characters and designs in this & I found myself feeling really attached to their tiny little stories. The narrative at the core of it all hit me. If I may be vulnerable, I cried a whole lot at various moments in this game. It was really cathartic. I feel very excited for people to experience this game.

~5 hours

-Favs I finally got around to that didn't come out 2023-

An Outcry https://quinnk.itch.io/an-outcry Kind of sad it took me so long to get to this one, but glad it meant I got to play the "definitive" updated version of it. Apartment wandering RPG maker horror. Bum smokes from your neighbors and use them to save the game. I wish I could unwrap a lot more of what I like about this game than I can without spoiling too much. But if I could, I'd probably go on for too long. Let me attempt to be succinct & not giving too much away. You can tell pretty early on that An Outcry is about taking action when necessary & not turning a blind eye. What it explores about player vs protagonist agency is very fascinating to me as well, and I enjoyed learning about the inspirations for why the game's narrative works the way it does. The character Anne is such a sweetie and I love her a whole lot. This game has a very tangible feeling, this apartment complex is dirty and crumby, it smells of smoke, and there's a surrounding desperation you can feel.

~5 hours

Pigments https://punkcake.itch.io/pigments Honestly I had gotten this game in a bundle and while I was playing it I hadn't looked at the name and I just kept calling it FRUIT. On call with my friends I'd be like "hey im gonna play more FRUIT". I straight up didn't read the title screen. But it's called Pigments. You play as a fruit and you try to paint the whole floor and not get sliced by buzzsaws. Fun little arcade type game.

~fruit

Bridge, October 3rd https://lowpolis.itch.io/bridge-october-3rd Very short vignette. I like it. It's what it says it is. I'm not going to overexplain.

~like a minute

-Other Games I Want To Mention-

Pseudoregalia https://store.steampowered.com/app/2365810/Pseudoregalia/ I think a lot of people might have already known this one but I felt like it was a pretty fun 3d platformer. There were a few issues I had with it (boss fight at the beginning was frustrating, and I got lost a lot [but it looks like there's been a map patch by now, so, perhaps for some that is a fix]). I enjoyed it but sure felt weird that the only accessibility option was to give the protagonist pants. What kind of joke is that?

~5 hours

Mushroom Musume https://mortallymoonstruckgames.itch.io/mushroom-musume (Disclaimer, this game is still early access, but I saw a lot of people talking about it last year. SO I will mention here?) Haven't played much of this yet, but I have enjoyed what I played so far!! As of writing I've gone through 6 playthroughs, I feel like I've hardly scratched the surface and I've been so impressed by its depth. It's very charming, you never know what sorts of fairytale shenanigans are going to happen, and it's very cool to see how your different stats will affect things. It very much plays out like a roguelike vn. Which is not the sort of thing you may expect to make much sense but it pulls this off well. Also all the mushroom girls are very cute and I love them very much. I hope the sad goopy one who had bugs in her skin rests in peace.

~mushroom

Knuckle Sandwich https://andybrophy.itch.io/knuckle-sandwich -_- Hm. Where do I start with this one. I was pretty excited for this one since the demo and kickstarter in 2018. I felt like the demo was a hell of a hook that got me curious & horrified. As time went on, it seemed to be shaping up into something really cool. turn based combat with action commands and wario-ware-type microgames?? with a banging soundtrack?? like, count me in!! Then it released and well, the gameplay, art, music all delivered. It was very fun and engaging in those aspects. But the story… oh it just devolves into disappointing nonsensical randomness. The whole hook at the beginning seemed to be completely thrown away for the wild goose chase plot that ensues, leaving you to wonder if it was ever going to be relevant again. It felt like it had no idea what it was trying to say or do. It disappointed me that a game that has so much good in so much else about it gets brought down so much for me by this plot.

~12 hours

Rhythm Doctor https://store.steampowered.com/app/774181/Rhythm_Doctor/ (Putting this one in mentions because it is early access.) I really enjoyed the act 5 release. When I first saw this game, I kind of shrugged it off, thinking "that base mechanic doesn't seem like it will last". I thought it was basically just that one ghost shooting game from Rhythm Heaven which I Hate. Well let's just say I am now seeking penitence for my previous transgressions. It's really fun. There's a lot more to it that I didn't know when I first took a look. Also, consistently amazed by people's custom levels, I had no idea that its level editor allows people to do so much in it, I look at some levels and think "This editor seems as complex as an industry standard video editor". I'm looking forward to what they're planning next, very curious how they could possibly one-up the last update.

~rhythm

El Paso Elsewhere https://strangescaffold.itch.io/el-paso-elsewhere This was really fun & funny so far but unfortunately I had been encountering an issue with a certain level where the game would crash. I reported the issue, got a response, and there has been an update since then so I think there's a possibility that it got fixed but I have not tried yet. I would like to return to this sometime but having to relearn controls midway through is always daunting to me.

~?

-Things that looked good but didn't get around to-

Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood https://store.steampowered.com/app/1340480/The_Cosmic_Wheel_Sisterhood/ Still don't know a whole lot about this. But there are witches, and I like witches.

Casette Beasts https://store.steampowered.com/app/1321440/Cassette_Beasts/ I haven't felt thrilled about Pokémon lately. I know a lot of people seemed to really enjoy this little monster-collecting-rpg. The style is appealing to me as a die-hard gen 5 fan. I started playing it but haven't set aside the dedicated time for it yet, but I'm excited to dig in more when I do.

Little Goody Two Shoes https://store.steampowered.com/app/1812370/Little_Goody_Two_Shoes/ Started watching a friend play this, and I'm certainly curious.. Some sort of horror fairytale but also there's yuri? Yum. Enjoyed the style and animation in the nightmare segments that I saw.

Venba https://store.steampowered.com/app/1491670/Venba/ I've picked this up a while ago but still haven't gotten around to it, but I'm eager to, I've heard nothing but good things.

Goodbye Volcano High https://store.steampowered.com/app/1310330/Goodbye_Volcano_High/ I think there are gay dinosaurs in a band and it's going to be the apocalypse? I have also heard nothing but good things about this.

-Things I watched friends play-

Signalis https://store.steampowered.com/app/1262350/SIGNALIS/ This was a pretty big one. You probably already know it, right? Watched a friend play this and I missed various parts but I understood a solid bit of it. hey. robotgirls are always getting put in these fucked up situations. have you noticed this? one time i got really high and cried about it. it isn't fair

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk https://store.steampowered.com/app/1353230/Bomb_Rush_Cyberfunk/ This one was also probably big enough you don't need me to sing its praises. but it looked really neat. swag.

-Various Thoughts-

Lately I've been thinking more about design and narrative. I feel like I haven't been doing as much analysis as I should be when it comes to games. I want to dissect more what games are saying and figure out meaning. Also attempt to see how the mechanics aid in that. I feel like most of my own work is pretty abstract & random. I simply make what I like. While that's fun and all, I still want to improve in a lot of ways, especially in having more of a theme or message. Figuring out how other games accomplish this is obviously a good step toward this.

If you saw games here that interest you I highly urge you to take a look, many are pretty short, and I pretty explicitly wanted to highlight some smaller titles. If you know me you know I like to uplift small games. (Save for the occasional big game, but that's rare these days) I think it's healthy for you to play and support independently developed & published works. I don't want to ramble too much this time about why that's important, but I hope that you might have found something you may enjoy here and if not then I encourage you to find small stuff that you would like. And I would like to encourage everybody to share their findings as well! Little games need our help to be seen and talked about! They don't have the budgets the big ones do for advertising, and advertising on your own is a whole ton of work. If you like something, spread the word! I'm sure the developers would very much appreciate that.

[helplesslypurple77]

Day 9- Dazai/Reader with promt Wet Dream

Notes:  this is partly inspired by this wonderful ChuuAtsu fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13091097 

You know, when I write my reader characters, they usually end up not like me at all, but for some reason this Reader ended up like a little too much like me. also no actual sex guys, just dream sex, sorry

There are hands on you. Big hands, tugging at your clothes, desperately, hotly. You want to laugh at him, at his urgent attitude, but you feel the same. Your hands are just as desperate, tangled in that familiar brown hair, that insufferable smirk curved across his face. You hate him, but you never want him to let you go.

“I knew it, you secretly liked me all along.” You despise that voice, it's cocky and arrogant. And you hate how it turns you on. You kiss him harder, trying to shut him up.

It works too, at first. He abandoned his previous task of making fun of you and instead devotes himself to absolutely ruining you, running his fingers through your hair and yanking your close, tugging at the buttons of your shirt. Each button undone represents your pride, falling apart, ruined by the man before you. He pulls away from your mouth, pressing bruising kisses to your neck, his tongue laving over the harsher bites. 

“Hurry up Dazai.” Your voice is embarrassingly raspy, thick with lust as your head falls back, letting out a tiny embarrassing whimper. The man before you chuckles. “My my, impatient are we?” You hate how his teasing turns you on. 

But he obeys, and a clever hand tweaks your nipple, pulling a moan deep out of your throat. You hate him, hate what he does to you.

Another hand is trailing lower now, drawing a sinful path down your front, leaving a hot trail of fire in its wake. It arrives at its goal, and he chuckles at what he finds there.

“You're so wet.” He sounds proud, the insufferable bastard. “And I thought you hated me.”

You glare through the pleasure. “Shut up—”

You interrupt your complaints with a moan as he plays with your pussy, slipping a finger into your twitching hole. You moan, embarrassed of the squelching sounds that give away your real feelings. His fingers are long, longer than yours and they stretch you out nicely as he adds another one, scissoring them and prying your hole open. A rough padded thumb draws circles on your clit, driving you closer and closer to insanity, to the edge of the metaphorical cliff. 

“More, Osamu. Give me more.” You can feel his dick twitch in his pants at that name, and you take pride in the fact that he’s just as affected as you are. 

“Yes, my Belladonna, I shall obey your every command.” You hate that stupid nickname, the one he gives to all the women he flirts with, but never gave to you. You hate how your heart clenches with happiness. He slips a third finger in and your back arches, moans tumbling out of your mouth at a higher frequency. 

You grip his shoulders, one leg wrapped around his waist as his long fingers bring you closer and closer to the brink, your stubborn pride falling from you with every thrust of his fingers. And then, he finds it, that cushy spot that makes your back arch and you cum with a cry of his name.

“I love you, Osamu.”

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You wake with a strange feeling of dissatisfaction, as if you're missing something. A strange wanting feeling, a familiar aching in your gut that disappears with a good shower. You take your time getting ready, because even though you’re late you know someone will be later than you. And you refuse to leave into the world looking like a caveman. You style your hair, put on some everyday makeup and make some eggs and toast, trying the new strawberry jam Kenji gave you. 

It's not until you're locking the door to the dorms behind you, purse in hand, that the dream suddenly rushes back into your brain. The hot steamy details and the worst part, the very last words. 

‘I love you, Osamu’

Fuck, your screwed.

˚⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 

The Detective Agency is hard at work when you step quietly through the door. You're offered the usual greetings, which you return with less than your usual enthusiasm, but if anyone notices, they don't say. You put your purse down, sitting at your desk between Atsushi and that damn Dazai, and pointedly ignore the latter man. You shoot Atsushi a smile however, you adore the boy. 

“Morning Atsushi.” Atsushi shoots you a smile. “Morning Name, do you have the paperwork for yesterdays mission? Kunikida told me to make copies in case Dazai loses them again.”

“Yeah, thats a good idea.” You nod, handing over said papers with a smile. “He totally would to.” You and Atsushi share a smile as an indignant squawk sounds on your other side. “What are you implying! I'm being egregiously slandered. I would never lose anything important anyway.” You avoid looking at him entirely, not even granting him a response. Atsushi shoots you an odd look, but humors you with a sigh in Dazai’s direction. “Yes Dazai, we all know you would. Thanks for these Name.” He takes the papers away with a smile and you turn to your desk as the door slams behind him. 

It's silent in the office, the sounds of typing and the beeping of Ranpo’s switch, and you're filling out reports for lost dogs when a familiar bandaged hand comes into your vision. 

“Nameeee~ why are you avoiding meee~” You can feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck, and flashes of those hands in a different context flash through your mind. You keep trying, not looking at him. 

“I'm not ignoring you. I'm doing reports.” You type faster, taking out your embarrassment on your computer. 

“No, see? You won't even look at me.” Infuriatingly, the man simply does not leave you alone. You sigh, maybe if you focus on how infuriating your find him you can survive without thinking of that dream again, and those stupid fucking words.

Your turn, glancing at him. “No, see, I'm looking at you.” And of course, this proved to be a huge mistake. Dazai’s handsomeness, it's always been obvious. But most of the people in the armed detective agency are handsome, for some reason. So to you it's always been easy to ignore. But now, you can't ignore it any more. The sun is pouring through the windows, casting a golden glow on his brown hair, highlighting the thousands of colored strands all blending together into brown. It highlights his eyes too, turning that brown transparent and beautiful, shining in the light. He’s wearing that stupid outfit as usual, but he’s hung his coat over the edge of the chair, and rolled his sleeves up and his delicate hands are on display. Damn those stupid sexy hands with their long fingers and blue veins. Damn Dazai and his stupid sexyness. You hate him for it. 

Worse however, are his lips. Because as soon as you look at them all you can think about is that dream, how he devoured your kisses, how he worshiped your neck. And now he’s biting them, drawing his teeth across them and leaving little indents across his top lip. You want to kiss them away.

Unknown to you, Dazai’s having his own little problems. You look at him, and you blink slowly, giving him the most dangerous pair of fuck me eyes he’s ever seen. You always look pretty, but now it's three times worse. The sun is highlighting you, and you glow like a goddess, coming down to slay the foolish mortals who worship her. He can imagine you as a goddess. Dressed in robes that hug your curves with every step, punishing the foolish mortals who desire her impurely. Demanding they worship you. He would gladly fall beneath your feet and worship you. Let you sit on his face and smother him with your thighs and pussy. He would beg for it. 

And your eyes are begging him to lean forward and kiss you, to selfishly steal the breath from your lungs, to take you on this very desk right here. He could imagine that too. Your pretty form bent over a desk, papers and office supplies falling to the floor as he fucks you. Your face twisted in pleasure as you screamed his name. His name, and only his. He swallows, wetting his throat and biting his lip. He cant breath, and he feels arousal start in his gut.

“Can you guys stop eye fucking each other and get back to work? Kunikida looks like he’s ready to burst a blood vessel.” Ranpo startles you out of your staring, and you turn with a glare at the older detective. “Im not eye fucking him. What are you even talking about?” Dazai jumps in rather halfheartedly. “I mean i could understand if you were eye fucking me, i am very handsome arent i.” You want to smack him. Instead you turn to your desk and resume your reports. Your mother always said violence was never the answer. 

But you’ve learned your lesson. From now on, you will do your best to avoid Dazai Osamu, lest you make a mistake you will regret.

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Over the next few days you learned something important. Avoiding Dazai Osamu proved to be an impossible task. Because for some reason, Kunikida insisted on putting the two of you together for missions. For reasons unknown he had somehow decided that the two of you worked fabulously well together and to pair you on every mission so forth. 

And honestly a You from a different day might actually agree. It actually made sense. You were a combat focused Gifted, and Dazai was not. You were hardworking and followed directions and Dazai did neither. You wouldn't wander off the flirt with every woman who looked his way and Dazai would. Although, for some reason his serial flirting had stopped recently, and you hoped it was done for good. 

But, the You of today, who wanted to avoid this man were being thwarted at every turn, by Kunikida of all people. You had bribed Ranpo silent, because you were certain he knew about The Dream™, with a limited edition cake you bribed off Kyouka. And you were sure that after you avoided Dazai for a while you would eventually forget about The Dream™ and this stupid crush you had developed. But you weren't even given that privilege, because after One Day™, of avoiding him you were promptly put together on every mission, be it a missing dog or an actual fight. It was like you were joined at the hip. 

And here you were today, joining Ranpo on a murder case because you were assigned to go with Ranpo and then Dazai had made a fuss and said he wanted to go because, and you're directly quoting here, ‘hot policewomen’. That boiled your blood for numerous reasons. So here you are, standing behind Ranpo as he argued with the police, glaring at the man beside you.

“Why are you mad anyway?” Dazai whisper hisses at you. You're standing in the lobby of the police office. Minuro happened to be out today, and the replacement police chief, Chief Sugawara, seemed oddly hesitant to let Ranpo solve the case. You side glare at him, whispering right back. “Why did you have to come? And all for some hot police women.” There aren't even any women present, for some reason. You guess they have better things to do than argue with a bunch of detectives. And you're all for women. You know how the saying goes, ‘women support women until women stop supporting women’ but you hate to admit your glad. You would really dislike watching Dazai flirt with another pretty woman. It would hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

It kept you up at night. Embarrassing thoughts like: ‘why doesn't he flirt with me, he flirts with them.’ soon arrived at: ‘i guess i'm not pretty enough to be flirted with.’ that just added to your growing insecurity with your looks. You hated that he had that power over you. You hated that you allowed him to have that power over you. 

(You see, reader, you were so deep down in your own delusions, that you missed the signs. The looks men, and women gave you. Looks of awe, even just stares of admiration. The flirting that you dismissed as pleasantries, even Dazai’s lingering stares and rather obvious feelings. But I put it in for story reasons so just bear it for now.)

And so, here you were, forced to stand against the wall of the police department, bored out of your mind and still a little too reminded of The Dream™, because for some reason, you had been plagued by wet dreams for a few days now. And it was odd, while the first one seemed(as embarrassing as it was) thoroughly of your own creation, the others started not resembling anything you would like. Also, last night Dazai had been replaced by some guy you didn't even know? And the night before that it was the President. Now, the President was a handsome man, sure, but you had never even thought of him that way in passing, so something odd was going on for sure. 

And then, the Armed Detective Agency had received today's job. A request that stood out to you as soon as you read it. Apparently, people were dying mysteriously in the middle of the night. And, you're literally never going to believe this, apparently most of them had reported Wet Dreams the nights before to their close friends. So yeah, you had quickly volunteered. Strangely enough, a few people in the detective Agency, namely Atsushi and Naomi, had reported strange dreams.(Atsushi with extremely flushed cheeks and Naomi with, ehem, interesting details about finding it strange that the dream wasn't about her brother. Atsushi hadn’t mentioned anyone, but had said there were a few different people.)

Ranpo had been specifically requested, and the police dept had asked for a combat oriented Gifted, and so here you are. But Dazai had insisted on going along, for reasons unknown. Minoru had been the requester, but when you had arrived a worried police officer had quickly informed you that Minoru was out and Chief Sugawara didn't want ‘some private eye’ taking charge of the case. You wondered, for the thousandths time, why most police officers had a similar outtake on this. You assumed pride. 

You hear Ranpo’s prideful laughter, and he joins you with Chief Sugawara. You assume he’s done proving his worth, anyway. 

“So, how’d it go? We on the job?” You retuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Ranpo nods. “Oh course, Chief Sugawara came to realize that he was better off with a master detective on this job, and happily succeeded the case to me.” 

Chief Sugawara, a grumpy looking man in his mid forties, sighs. “I wouldn't say happily, but this cast has been bothering us, so we’ll welcome your help.” He starts walking down the hallway, and you and Dazai follow him and Ranpo into a small room. It's an odd room, almost empty with a small cot in the corner and a chair beside it. Windows stream sunlight into the room. The door shuts behind Chief Sugawara with a resounding slam. 

“So, I already know who the guy is, but I got some bad news.” Ranpo leans against the wall, unwrapping a lollipop he pulled from god knows where. “His ability allows him to infiltrate dreams and take any form. He then extracts sexual energy and kills them.” 

“Ok…” Dazai draws out the word. “So let's get the dude.”

“We can't.” Chief Sugawara jumps in, letting out a long suffering sigh. “He doesn't actually have a physical form anymore. He’s dead.” 

Confused silence falls. Ranpo sighs. “I'll elaborate for your poor minds. The man actually died a couple years ago. But his ability allows him to live on in the population's consciousness.” Ranpo says. “And he thinks that if he extracts enough life energy he can have a body again. He’s essentially living on through his ability right now.” 

“Ok, so how do we get him?” You have a feeling you know, but you ask anyway in case you're actually wrong. Ranpo smirks, and in that moment you know that your hunch was right. 

“Remember how earlier at the meeting you said that you’ve been having weird dreams as well?” You nod, avoiding Dazai’s eyes. “Well, it's obvious you're his next target. So, the plan is that you go to sleep and as soon as he arrives Dazai will neutralize the ability, therefore ‘killing’ it.” 

Yep, you knew it. You sigh. As much as you really, really, really don't want to do this, it seems like a good plan. Just embarrassing. Chief Sugawara runs a hand through his messy brown hair. “So Miss, are you willing to do this for us? You are definitely not required to.” 

You nod, sitting down on the cot with a weary, weary, sigh. “Yeah, I'll do it.” A rare smile makes its way across Chief Sugawara’s face, and he hands you a small pill. “A sleeping pill.” He says, as Ranpo begins to drag him out of the room. 

“Wait Ranpo, how will Dazai know when to neutralize it.” Ranpo smirks, pushing Chief Sugawara out of the door. “Oh, he’ll know. And Name? Tell him to take another form, maybe the President again, and not your crush ok? No distractions.” And with that he leaves, slamming the door behind you. You are left alone, with Dazai. You swallow the pill with the water they gave you in relative awkward silence. Dazai pulls the chair up beside the cot, a weird smile painted across his face. 

“So, name, I hear you have a crush?” You really can't believe you're here, having a discussion with your crush about your crush. You sigh. “Yeah, I guess. It's embarrassing.” You grimace that makes its way across his face as you lay down, but his face is back to a smile as you feel your vision waver. 

“Dazai?” You say before you slip away. “Yes, Bella?” 

“Don't leave me alone please.” He smiles. “I won't Belladonna.”

‘He called me Belladonna.’ Is the last thought you have before you slip away. 

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The scene you step into is familiar. The Armed Detective Agency office. Its evening, golden hour light slides through the windows, painting the floor with sunset colores. And, waiting for you with open arms is, of course, the President. You should just wait for Dazai to get rid of him, but you really want to see the limits of his ability. You hatch a mischievous plan. The Not President shoots you a very out of character smirk. “Ready for some of that good good lovin’ babygirl?” You almost choke. 

“I dont want to fuck the President.” You say, sitting down on the edge of someone’s desk. “I don't even have a crush on him, why would you choose him?”

The Not President shrugs. “He’s hot, and subconsciously you would totally fuck him. But whatever.” the figure shifts and morphs, and another familiar figure is standing before you. “Ranpo? Really?” 

“Fine” The scenery changes now, and you're in an unfamiliar office with a familiar 5 ‘3 redhead standing before you.

“Nope. I dont like short men.”

Not Chuuya shrugs. “You sure Darlin? All his height went somewhere else…”

“No.” 

“Fine, your call.” A flash, and you're in another office. You shake your head. 

“Definitely not Mori.”

The scenery shifts again, and you're floating in an odd golden ball with only a bed. A man is standing before you. He looks a little like Mori’s long lost cousin. 

You sigh. “I don't even know this guy.”

“And?” The man’s voice is accented, russian maybe.

“Just change it, it's my dream.”

The scenery shifts again, and now you're in the very room you're sleeping in right now. And advancing towards you, because of course, is Dazai.

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You look pretty while you're sleeping. And you're not moving, and that means you're not avoiding him. Dazai hates that you’re avoiding him, and you're also apparently having sex dreams about the president, while all of his dreams have been plagued by you in various states of undress for a long time. But, Dazai can admit the dream guy is obviously not affecting him, all of his dreams are clearly of his own creation, and not constant. 

You've plagued his dreams for a while now, ever since he realizes he had a small(massive) crush on you. In the beginning those dreams were innocent. You would hold his hand, tell him you loved him and maybe plant a kiss chaste kiss on his lips. But then, the Armed Detective Agency took a small vacation to the beach, for some reason.

He spent that day throwing sand at Kunikida and spending an unhealthy amount of time staring at you in that stupid skimpy bathing suite. It was truly a blessing and a curse because while he gotta see it, so did every other person on the beach that day. That night, the first of the dreams came. You, riding him in the very swimsuit on an empty beach, looking radiant and devastating a top him. He woke up guilty and hard that morning, and decided to take a long, cold, shower instead of dealing with it himself, because again, he was a little guilty. That had been the first of many, many dirty dreams. 

But of course you're apparently spending your sex dreams with the president instead of him, because life is unfair. And Dazai knows deep down that he doesnt deserve you, he knows that very well, but he still hopes. And hope is a cruel, unfair thing. 

You start twisting on the cot, your lips parting in something like a whimper. Dazai stands at attention, waiting for some kind of sign for him to use No Longer Human. But then, the moans start. 

Dazai almost chokes, gripping the side of the chair tightly because of course you would moan, and of corse Ranpo decided to subject him to this devine torture. And of course he decided to throw a fit today to come with you because he loved you and he didn't want you to avoid him anymore. Because now, he knows what your moans sound like. He’s never going to be able to look at you the same again. And now he has more wet dream fodder, like he needed anymore. 

“Oh, oh feels so good~” 

He’s going to die, he’s hard. He’s going to hell. He’s going to burn in hell and all because he’s a horn dog.

“Mmm, so, so good.” 

You're twisting in bed, and Dazai wonders if he should use No Longer Human. He probably should, right? 

“So good Osamu, treat me so good~” Dazai chokes. And grips your hand, activating No Longer Human. His mind is in shambles as the moans stop, because you just said his name.

And then one more fatal sentence escapes your mouth. “No, don't go ‘samu. I love you.” And then, you open your eyes.

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It's late by the time you and Dazai start walking back home. After you had woken up the station had been abuzz with activity. You had been made to submit a mission report, reporting on what had happened in the dream world. Well most of it anyway. And Dazai is yanked away from you for other reports. It had been odd, honestly. When you had woken up he had been holding your hand, the light of No Longer Human still fading around you, with a shell shocked expression carved across his face.

The man of the hour clears his throat as you arrive as the Agency dorms, stopping you before as you unlock your door. 

“Um, Name.” He looks uncharacteristically unsure, like he’s weighing his words. “I have something to tell you.” 

You nod, fiddling with your keys. “What's up?” He’s wringing his hands, and this is all very strange and out of character. He clears his throat again.

“Well, I was wondering if you might want to go out to dinner with me.” 

You frown. “With the Agency? You should ask Kunikida, he’s in charge of scheduling and stuff like that, not me.”

“No.” Dazai looks almost timid. “As a date. I like–no, I love you.”

You drop your keys in shock. “What? Is this a joke? Because it's not funny.”

“No.” 

You shake your head, pinching yourself subtly. You literally have to be still dreaming now. But no, it hurts a lot. Dazai is still standing before you, trying to hide that unsure look with his usual smirk of confidence. It's failing, miserably.

“So, do you want to? Because i can understand if you don't, i—

You shut him up with a kiss. “Yes, I'd love to.” You say when you finally pull away. Still gripping his cheeks between your hands. Dazai smiles, a real genuine smile and dives back for another kiss.

End Notes: Dazai is a dramatic whore. He talks like me. Definitely a former theater kid right there. Also at some point in this fic i start drastically overusing the trademark™ sign, and i love it and it's so fun. Also the cloud ☁ emoji is so cute.

[izukusjuicythighs]

bkdk fics i read because was it ever casual

Horikoshi keeps feeding us bkdk crumbs like wtf??at this point they HAVE to be canon bkdk hospital kiss confirmed I was izukus freckle ALSO IM KINDA IN A BLOCK RN whenever I finish a fic my yappin brain always has something to say but rn its real quiet so uh🤡

left me no choice(but to stay here forever)

summary: Izuku learns early on in life that the people he loves will always leave him.

So when Kacchan asks him to be his boyfriend, Izuku kisses him and starts grieving for the inevitable.

words: 6,925

chapters: 3/4(updating)

notes: im quite aware that its a bitchy move to inflict pain on ppl but jm gonna do it anyways lol READ THIS AND WEEP I literally wanted to gorge my heart out and then slap all of my love into izuku idk it evokes complicated feelings??normally hate reading unfinished fics BUT THIS!!gave me a life changing experience within 7000words dammit

be my good luck charm

summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest traveling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

words: 6785

chapters: 1/1

notes: cute lil oneshot for yall cuz mha fans r in dire need of fluff rn yknow why🤭 how to date a hottie101 by bkg: set ur crush on fire to show ur undying love(WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN)

Barberries and Variegated Knotweeds

summary: The Fight Another Day Agreement is a required legal document for all professional heroes. In the event of a life-threatening injury and the hero and their proxies are unable to respond on their behalf, medical professionals may do whatever it takes to keep the hero alive.

For Izuku, whatever it takes means removing flowers from his lungs, forcing him to forget about the love of his life. The aftermath leaves Izuku bewildered at the sight of a man with spiky blond hair and red eyes the color of Japanese barberries.

words: 19,286

chapters: 4/4

notes: YET ANOTHER HANAHAKI FIC WITH IZUKU WHUMP I just love seeing my favs go through it🤠I've read so many hanahaki fics ud think I'd be used to it but NOPE THIS SHIT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT was ready to downgrade 1 dimension to solve this shitstorm myself

If It's You

summary: “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Katsuki said. “You did not just ask me—me—to try and date your loser step-brother.”

He wasn’t even going to say Deku’s name out loud. Wasn’t giving him the time of day, even in a conversation about him. That weird awkward virgin was not worth his precious time, and certainly not what Kirishima was suggesting.

“But Bakugouuu,” Kirishima wailed, hanging off Katsuki’s arm with monster meathead jock strength. “My dad said I can’t date if Deku doesn’t date. Do you understand what that means?”

“Less chance of knocking someone up and creating more of you in the world?”

words: 16,863

chapters: 1/1

notes: 10 things I hate about you but make it bkdk I LOVE THIS SHIT angsty dramatic misunderstanding high school aus are my JAM also somewhat gives off from the sidelines vibes so if ur into that defo read

Down the Red Line

summary: His mom is the first person to know about it. She finds out when Izuku asks ( in a very cute three-year-old way) why can’t he see the red line that connected him to Kacchan in the last picture they've taken. The one where they were about to enter Kindergarten on their first day.

"Red line?"

"Yeah, Mamma. This," Little Izuku says, raising his pinky finger to show her the thing tied to it.

Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

words: 7,804

chapters: 1/1

notes: one of my absolute favs since 2021 MAKES ME SO FUKCIN MAD I have to put my phone down and contemplate life for a few mjns while reading it but it's so good??my red string is tied to thjs fic pls

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hello! I absolutely love your teen reader stories! I was wondering if I could request a teen! reader who is a really good baker. They come up with new recipes every week and have the bsd cast try them. It would be really cute if they made cakes for the casts birthdays which matched them. Maybe they bake for ranpo a lot considering he is an absolute sweet lover and reader is just an sweetheart who is often misunderstood. Thank you and take care!

Baked goods

Self-Aware! Platonic! Ranpo Edogawa x GN! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Sigma

Description: You always liked to bake. And BSD Cast want to try your food.

Warning: OOC, English is my second language.

You always like to bake.

Biscuits, breads, muffins, cakes, brownies, cookies, pastries, pies and so much more.

You always heard, how people were calling you a 'perfect future spouse' and 'someone will be lucky, having you looking after the house'. They called you a 'good kid, preparing to make their future spouse's life sweet'.

You didn't get these people. You like baking just because. You are not doing it to hypothetical someone. You are doing it for yourself.

Still, no matter, how often you told people otherwise, this people just laugh and proclaimed that 'they knew better why you are interested in cooking training'.

At the end, you stop trying to make other people see your point of view. They can believe whatever they want. You will just continue baking treats, no matter what others say. You will create new recipes and let others try them.

At least, that was your plan.

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Life has its ups and downs.

Because of some life circumstances, you had to live with your uncle and aunt.

Your uncle and aunt owned a bakery.

You thought, that it will be your chance to share your treats with other people.

Unfortunately, your uncle and aunt weren't very fond of this idea of yours.

First, as they explained, they can't let an underage person work for them on a full day.

When you said you were fine with simple helping, with no payment, your aunt told you.

"[Y/N], dear, I don't think that your recipes will be popular. You are a creative baker, I am not questioning it, it's just..."

Your uncle continue.

"It's just, our clients, and people in general, are want to eat familiar treats. Not something new. Bedside, personalized treats sounds too much of a hassle to make. And I assure you, clients will find any reason to start complaining about their order been wrong."

At the end, you manage to convince your uncle and aunt let you bake something with the leftover ingredients every Friday.

They still refuse to let their clients taste it, even for free. But, at least, you have something sweet every weekend.

It was nice to lay on your bed, eating cookies and watching or reading BSD.

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Today was your lucky day. There were many leftover ingredients, and your uncle and aunt allow you to hake as much as you want. So, you were baking cookies. You were absorbed in the process and were mumbling under your breath.

"Some cinnamon... Some vanilla... Fruits, sugar, milk... Jam... Chocolate chips..."

You decide to bake as many cookies as you can, while you have a chance.

You were so absorbed in baking, that you didn't notice, that your phone start glowing.

You were waiting for the last bunch of cookies to be ready, when the room was filled with white light.

You gasp and cover your face with both hands.

When the light faded, you saw a few dozens' people in the kitchen. Very familiar people.

You looked at BSD Characters, who were standing in the kitchen. BSD Characters looked back at you.

You thought, that, maybe, someone was pranking you. But, you admitted, that none of your friends or relatives would prepare such an elaborate prank.

And then a golden light shines above your head. A gloved hand appears right above your head and pat your head. Gogol chuckled.

"In real world, you are even more adorable, [Y/N]."

Okay, this is not a drill! BSD Characters are real and they knew your name. You feel nervous. How this possible? What if they are angry at you? What if they want to hurt you?

It seems, that Fukuzawa took notice at your nervousness. Silver-haired man take a step forward. His voice was soft and warm.

"[Y/N], please, don't be afraid. I assure you, we are not here to hurt you or your family. The only thing we want is to pay for your kindness. You treated us and our pain with respect, as we were real, despite the fact, that for you, we were fictional characters."

The room was silent. You still were confused. Until you heard the beeps from the oven. The cookies were ready.

You quickly grabbed the pair of oven-gloves and took the baking sheet from the oven.

You asked.

"Um... Can we discuss this over a cup of tea and cookies?"

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At the end of the talk, you were sure in a number of things. First, BSD Cast really wasn't mad at you. They seem to like you. Second, now, after they ate your cookies, Ranpo and Sigma were adoring you.

You wonder if it will lead to something interesting.

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Life has its ups and downs.

Because of some life circumstances, you are now living with BSD cast.

Jounou and Fitzgerald managed to convince your uncle and aunt to give the custody over you to them.

And now you can bake as much as they want.

Your new family likes to sample treats you have made. No matter what or how strange the recipe, they at least try it, before tell you their opinions.

And each birthday you made them cakes. Personalized cakes.

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⭐⭕ Cake with marzipan dolls for Q.

🌂 Rose themed cake for Kouyou.

👘🗡️ Cake with cream cats and chocolate cat paws for Fukuzawa.

🦝 Book shaped cake for Poe.

🛏️ Cake with marzipan computer and futon for Katai.

🔪 Simple black chocolate and fruit cake for Gin.

🐈‍⬛ Cat shaped cake for Natsume.

🍋 Lemon flavored cake for Kajii.

💉 Pie with sweet red bean chazuke for Mori

🍇 Grape cake for Steinbeck.

👥 Latte flavored cake for Mizuki.

🧥 Tea and figs flavor led cake for Akutagawa.

👻 Pie with cinnamon and apples for Oguri.

🌸 Cake with chili and grapefruit flavor for Tetchou. Somehow, it turns out good.

👩🏻 Strawberry pie for Naomi.

🤡 Pie with pears and pear jam for Gogol.

👶🧒🧓 Blueberry cake for Teruko.

🍷 Caribbean rum cake for Chuuya. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

🔫 Peach cake for Higuichi.

🐯 Green tea cake for Atsushi.

🍎 Candy Apples cake for Shibusawa.

⚔️ Gin and tonic tray bake squares for Fukuchi. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

🫖 Cake with rock candy for Goncharov.

🪢🦀 Cake with marzipan crabs for Dazai.

✝️ Red velvet cake for Hawthorne.

🚬 Plum pie for Hirotsu.

🌨️ White cake for Junchirou.

🧲🩹 Cake with marzipan hyacinths for Tachihara.

🐋 Sea themed cake for Melville.

🐙 Chocolate cake for Lovecraft.

🐄 Apple and grape pie for Kenji.

📒 Notebook shaped cake for Doppo.

👧 Mango pie for Aya.

💰 Cake with chocolate coins for Fitzgerald.

💧 Orange pie for Jounou.

💻 Brownies for Ango.

🎧 Hot chocolate cake for Rimbaud.

🕵🏻 Cake with any candy you manage to find to Ranpo.

🍛 Some simple fruit cake for Oda.

🐰 Crêpes for Kyouka.

👒 Tea biscuits for Mitchell.

🧛 Halloween themed cake for Bram.

🐀 Cheesecake for Fyodor.

⌚ Sweet rolls for Gide.

🪶 Coffee flavored cake for Alcott.

♊ Tarts for Twain.

☕ Cherry flavored cake for Lucy.

⛩️ Sweet bread with nuts for Taneda.

🩺 Cake with Japanese sweets for Yosano.

🕶️ Cake with marzipan mahjong pieces or Ayatsuji.

🍵 Cat paw shaped cake for Kirako.

🃏 Oreo cake for Sigma.

🍰 Strawberry shortcake for Elise.

🇫🇷 Baba Au rum for Paul. You were making it under a supervision of Sigma.

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As for Ranpo and Sigma...

Ranpo proclaim you The World's Greatest Baker, assistant of The World's Greatest Detective. You baked him buns, muffins, cookies and so much more. Ranpo is always so happy to taste your treats.

Sigma enjoys your cookies. He is the first one to try new cookies you have made. He and Junchirou also like to help you with baking.

Life is full of baking goods and friends and family who like your hobby and support you.

[treasureyourfire]

~Pick a Pile~

Your Strength ~ Your Weakness ~ Advice from your Spirit Guides

(English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes.)

I am excited to present to you my first Pick a Pile reading. >w<

I would appreciate any feedback on which Pile you chose and whether the message resonated with you or not. <3

From the three images below, choose the one that attracts you the most, or even more, as your intuition tells you. If you didn't recognize yourself in any of the readings, none of its messages resonated with you, don't worry. There may not be a message for you in these three readings, maybe another time. SEQUENCE: - Pile 1 - Top image - Pile 2 - Lower left image - Pile 3 - Lower right image

These are GENERAL readings, so they are not exactly right for everyone.

If the message does not resonate with you, feel free to let it go.

TIMELESS readings, whenever you can find them, apply to your current state or situation in that particular period.

The artist: Polina Bright www.polinabright.com

~Pile 1~

Your Strength - Ace of Pentacles

Your Weakness – Reversed Two of Swords

Advice from your Spirit Guides - Reversed Chariot

You are able to see and take advantage of the opportunities that arise in your material world, which are usually fruitful for you. You have the ability to create financial security and prosperity for yourself. You thrive well in the world of material, work and money, you handle your possessions wisely and with a sure hand, which you are happy to share with those around you. You like to give in general and give gifts to others. Gift-giving may be your primary love language. Value is more important to you than quantity, even in your private life. You strive to establish lasting relationships and you are loyal to your loved ones, who can count on your support in good and bad times.

You are usually balanced, but there are situations when - although you try to balance in the inner turmoil - you accumulate your feelings, which can burst out of you all at once in the end or lead to an unexpected mood change. Perhaps you have recently been forced into a decision-making situation, maybe a new, unknown path is ahead of you, which entails greater responsibility, and this may have triggered a similar condition for you. You like to examine all sides of a case, and you are reluctant to make a hasty decision -which is totally fine- but, unfortunately, this can lead to anxiety and restlessness in the long run. You may feel confused and overwhelmed, impatient with others. When your doubts are too loud in your head, they can paralyze you and prevent you from moving forward towards your goals. Because of these loud fears or beliefs, it can be difficult for you to hear your own inner voice, when your intuition and your self-confidence are pushed into the background.

To get out of this jam and make a decision, you need to listen to your inner compass in your own silence. For this, you need patience with yourself and others, while it is worth considering the direction. "Is this my true path?" "What is my real purpose?" "What do I really want?" Although this card appeared reversed, I feel that you are guided by a pure, noble intention, you are not aggressive and you do not run over others, it is just a struggle for you to get ahead. Step back a little from the situation, examine your motivations, staying honest with yourself. When your thoughts are clear and your worries are calmed, you can regain your clarity, which can put control back into your hands. If you find what your TRUE purpose is, focus on it unwaveringly. Trust yourself, your knowledge, be determined, but patient. Follow your intuition, your softly whispering guiding star.

~Pile 2~

Your Strength - Reversed Eight of Wands

Your Weakness - Queen of Wands

Advice from your Spirit Guides – Six of Cups

You are a passionate soul, whether you are an artist or an athlete, and you are happy to show your talent to the world. In terms of creativity, you have your own unique style, which may be unusual and surprising for others, but certainly interesting and exciting. You are an intuitive, life-affirming, freedom-loving person, full of drive and energy. You are ambitious when it comes to your goals. You would prefer to be constantly on the move, progressing at an accelerated pace in the areas of your life that are important to you, but sometimes you may feel that external factors are hindering you. If you slow down a bit, you have the opportunity to overcome obstacles and difficulties that slow you down with patience, persistence and focus. It can be characteristic of your creativity or other areas of your life that you are ready to go against general expectations and norms.

If you handle the fire inside you wisely, you will inspire and enthuse others, you will feed their souls with your loving warmth, but if the flames break free, you can burn them around you. Be careful. You have a fiery temperament, you have a definite idea about everything, your fierceness can sometimes cause conflict with those around you, and your strong attachment to your own views can hinder you in situations where adaptation, compromise or change is necessary. Your courage is indisputable, but be careful with recklessness and haste, you should stop and calmly think things over, consciously prepare for future situations before whatever you jump into.

It's worth putting your energies to good use. By respecting the opinions of others, with understanding, attention and kindness, you are able to create the intimate, supportive environment that you and those close to you need. Give to others from the loving warmth that is inside you. Nurture and take care of the relationships that are dear to your heart, even visit childhood friends, if that's what you want. Maybe what you need right now is to connect with your inner child, to recall the happy memories of your childhood, when even simple things brought joy. By recalling uplifting memories and nostalgic feelings, you may draw new soaring inspiration, perhaps helping to give you the necessary push for the next step.

~Pile 3~

Your Strength – Three of Cups

Your Weakness – Reversed Ten of Cups

Advice from your Spirit Guides - Justice

You are a friendly, kind, supportive person who likes to be in community, enjoy life and have good parties. Shared meals, music, and dancing are important ingredients for your happiness. With your cheerful character, you brighten the day of those close to you, your cheerfulness spreads to others, and you also gain strength from them, you can really recharge with them. Your friends and/or family relationships are a priority for you, you provide support to those who need it. You are a team player with whom others enjoy working together or spending their free time.

However, it happens that we are faced with conflicts in our relationships, and our internal harmony can also be upset due to external factors. Our emotions can overflow, because of this we don't always see clearly or act soberly. In such cases, you may be inclined to withdraw completely emotionally, cutting off the path to communication and mutual understanding.

As another option, it can also happen that sometimes you are surrounded by the wrong people, when you empty your own cup to the last drop for the benefit of others, but your efforts are not reciprocated. The lack of mutual support and one-sided efforts also point to imbalance in relationships. This can result in you being emotionally drained totally and enervate. Your colorful world turns gray, your zest for life leaves you.

If you find yourself in this situation, if you can, take a break and step back a little. Try to examine yourself and the situation with an external eye, calmly and quieting your emotions. Don't let your upset feelings cloud your good judgment. Face your inner driving forces so that you can take responsibility for yourself and your actions. Be honest with yourself and others. Think it over, weigh it up, then take the next step thoughtfully, with a conscious decision, and with honest intentions. Let your inner Truth, your inner compass guide you. It can help if you look for activities or situations in your life that help you find your inner harmony again. These can be forms of meditation, yoga, or any meditative activity that strengthens you in your inner center.

[aurelim]

Master Post

As I have a lot of posts and am likely to add more, I figured I should create a master post for the entire blog.

Last updated: 9/26/24

DEMO 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 INTRO POST 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 FAQ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 RO INFO

As the Ocean Lures is a 16+ interactive novel about being a Merfolk. Currently, the demo has the entirety of the prologue, chapter one, and chapter two, as well as a sneak peek into chapter three!

You can find discussions of the game in general under the following tags: #As the Ocean Lures, #atol, #atol ros, #atol ro info, #atol faq and #atol prompts

DEMO ★ INTRO POST ★ FAQ ★ CHARACTER INFO

ST4RDOM is a 17+ game about going on your first world tour with your k-pop group ST4RDOM. MC is genderlocked female. Currently, the demo has the entire prologue out.

DEMO ➤ INTRO POST ➤ FAQ

Swapped is a 15+ game about swapping identities with a famous actor. Currently the outline is written, with the first draft of episode 1 and 2 in the works, and is on schedule to release the pilot episode in November!

You can find discussions of the game in general under the following tags: #swapped-if and #qna

GAME 🕸�� INTRO POST

Among the Haunted is a game created for Halloween 2023! A collaboration between Aurelia Lim and Alby Writes Fiction, the game is centered on you, a single parent, raising two kids while celebrating the spooky day your own way. The game is currently released, but may go through updates once the jams are finished!

Interactive fiction games you can expect to see in the future:

A Greek mythology IF about being a deity who has fallen out of grace with the gods. The only way they can redeem themselves is by collecting twelve items throughout Greece to prove themself worthy. Also, they have to do it all as a mortal. More updates coming soon.

A slice-of-life summer break about going to the seaside and discovering one's self. There will be six characters who will appear recurrently in the sleepy town of Seaside Point, all of whom the main character will have to leave once vacation is over. More updates soon.

A dark academia-inspired murder mystery about attending a boarding school with its secrets. There will be murder (of course) and three classmates who will assist the main character in solving the crimes. More updates soon.

A slice-of-life about letting go of a loved one when it hurts. It follows the main character and their significant other as they take one final journey across the country. Their loved one is dying and there is no cure. Experience heartache along the way, cherish the sweet moments, and perhaps learn to let go. More updates soon.

A mystery IF about discovering a message in a bottle leading to a time capsule from the Roaring '20s. With the assistance of friends, finding it will never be easier. More updates coming soon.

About Me

Asks: Feel free to ask me any questions about the games! Or if you just want to rant about the characters, that’s fine as well :)

Prompts: You can send prompts for any characters! My only rule is that there is no kinks or NSFW...for now. Speaking of...

NSFW: I hesitate on adding NSFW as I am unsure whether or not there will be explicit content. I just don’t know how to write it properly. If I have a change of heart I will update the warnings and announce it. But for now, I will keep it off-limits.

Submits: You can submit a post to this blog. If you do, I ask that it is not inappropriate!

Messages: You can submit a message to me if you think there should be x content in the game or ways to improve. Please no toxicity, however—I am a real human being after all. Please know that I will not be afraid to block and report you if it is inappropriate.

[greenerteacups]

Well on the GOT theme now that we're here... you've written before about how the Black family fascinates you. Are there families or houses in the GOT universe that pique your interest and curiosity in that way? What are your head canons about them?

NOW THAT WE'RE HERE... such a tasty question. The for real answer is that I am Starkpilled forever. Ned Stark worst politician of all time they could never make me hate you. Rob Stark you hot dumb bonnie prince charlie clone they could never make me hate you. Catelyn Stark you gorgeous vengeful bitch they could NEVER make me hate you. Jon Arya Sansa Bran and their feral kindergartener baby brother. Theon Greyjoy somehow serving levels of stepbrother never seen before in a family with a literal bastard stepbrother in it. A boring Stark? Never heard of one. All of them are insane deranged crazy intense weirdos who believe that They are the only Normal One in this crazy-ass family. And they all are kind of right but mostly wrong! The Targaryens are the sexy dragonrider house with a million cool names and dynastic squabbles and that would usually be my jam but. BUT. God damn do I love fucking weirdos. God damn do I love some brunette bitches in fur capes.

The more serious answer is that I think the Starks are one of the best families because not only are all of their characters individually developed and rich, but their family as such also has a really clear identity, which in turn informs how each of the members sees themselves. The Starks are often hinted to have a similar magic/spiritual connection to the earth that the Targaryens do, but because it's not as flashy, they aren't recognized as such by anyone. The children's pseudo-psychic bonds with their direwolves are the first kind of creature "magic" that we see in the story, long before Daenerys's dragons or any dragons are introduced, and I think the parallel is intentional. They're one of the oldest dynasties in Westeros. They're far older than any of the Valyrian houses; they've held Winterfell for so long that living memory doesn't even account for the full history of the castle. They built the Wall! They're a family of greenseers and wargs, children with mystical powers of sight and perception! And they're tied into the history of the land. They're mystical and ancient and old and powerful, and their stories all take the shape of myths. Which is such a fucking cool idea for a curse, right? Because like, what if your family curse was that you were destined to be the heroes of the story, every time? No matter what it cost you, what it did to you, what it asked of you? When the world calls, it's you, Stark, against the slings and arrows of fate. And it bequeaths to you the magic gifts that you need to perform that duty, because it is your possession of those gifts that make you the only ones who can. What kind of a tragedy would that be?

The serious and non-textual answer is that the North is to some extent modeled off the Highland clans — that is, a bunch of really proud, distinguished houses that all predate the unification of empire and maintain their distinct identities subsequent to that unification, and live in an ice-cold highland climate with mountains and rivers and lots of mythology and folklore about magical creatures and ghosts that is basically like the highlands and like okay the North is Scotland, okay, if you've never been to Scotland you just need to trust me on this but it's Scotland, it's fantasy Scotland. Which rules. Because Scotland is fucking awesome, firstly. And secondly, I love that Scottish house is the one house that keeps its shit together and hangs on for hundreds of years while all the bitches down south try to kill each other every 50. I love that the North is its own place, and it's still a little wild and mystical and it scares off everyone who's not from it, but the Stark children all know it and love it and so to them that wilderness feels like coming home. That's my pitch for House Stark.

[frickyoueli]

chainsaw man is so sad. it’s such a great story and denji is a deeply complex character. it makes me sad that he’s boiled down to a horny teenager, he really just wants emotional support. he just wants someone to love him.

having a character who makes you think beyond the superficial things they want and express so freely. he wants more than to “touch boobs” or to “have sex” he wants someone to love him. i believe he wants emotional intimacy more than physical.

despite all the desires he has, all the things he’d never had, he keeps a positive outlook even when it was just him and pochita. he’s loves pochita. he is content. he doesn’t know of more to wish for. at that point the best thing in the world sounds like toast with butter and jam.

also, the way everyone completely glossed over what happened between him and himeno. she was not a good person for what she did to him. when she promised a kiss but offered more. he was not “lucky” for that. himeno had no right to try and take advantage of a boy who “thinks hes 16” (his real age is not confirmed).

i hate the way denji is perceived by the fandom. look deeper into the characters that you maybe don’t like. or that you think are gross.

✩SPOILERS CHAPTER 167✩

with asa/ the war devil. the part in the alley. it makes me want to cry. he finally gets what he “wants”, physical intimacy, and after she calls him gross. it makes my heart feel broken.

what part of this photo makes you think he is lucky? that he is feeling good?

all in all, i love chainsaw man. for its complex characters (even beyond denji), its storyline, its plot twists. i love it. and if you disagree or think denji is a gross character i don’t want to hear it.

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

spice up your life

jake jensen x fem reader

words: 1k

warnings: none i don't think?? maybe a tiny bit of secondhand embarrassment. otherwise this is just fluff! but let me know if there's something i should tag pls.

a/n: i've had a beloved girl group stuck in my head all morning and this was my outlet for that. sorry not sorry for yet another jakey story. that's my baby and i love him. no proofreading whatsoever, just vibes!! any and all mistakes are mine, feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated ♡ xoxo

On this blessed weekend morning (afternoon, actually, but that’s not important) you’ve just finished your shower. You’re dressed in a tiny tank-top and a matching pair of panties, your hair wrapped in a towel while you sit on the bench at the end of your bed and rub lotion into your freshly shaved legs. The Spice Girls are blasting through your bluetooth speaker and you’re happily singing along without a care in the world.

“Say you can handle my love, are you for real?” you croon, wiggling in place of dancing until you’re done with the lotion. “I won’t be hasty,” you wail louder, “I’ll give you a try. If you really bug me then I'll say goodbye.”

You stand with a bounce, alerting the room at large that you’ll tell them what you want, what you really, really want. As you put away your lotion, you shimmy your chest and shake your hips. You even stop for an extended dance break.

“Slam your body down, and zig-a-zig ah! If you wanna be my lover,” you finish with a flourish, giggling.

The next song starts playing and you let out a gasp of delight, reaching for your hairbrush and using it as a microphone. You set yourself up in front of your mirror, using yourself as a makeshift audience and doing what you can remember from the choreography.

“Slam it to the left, if you're havin’ a good time! Shake it to the right, if ya know that you feel fine!”

You have a split second of thinking that you should probably calm down, since you just showered, and working up a sweat because you can’t help yourself from putting on a one-woman show would be very annoying. But… it’s the Spice Girls. It’s next to impossible to not dance and sing along. At some point, your now damp hair has fallen out of the towel, and instead of using your brush for its intended purpose, you continue singing into it. When you start getting almost too warm, you make yourself stop flailing around and actually brush your hair.

You pull it up into a messy bun on top of your head when you’re done and skip out of your room to the kitchen, taking your speaker with you. You’re feeling kinda hungry, so you go about fixing up a sandwich for yourself, still warbling away with whatever song that plays.

Since it’s early spring, the weather is still relatively cool out, so you’ve got your windows open to let in the fresh air and natural light. It never crossed your mind that perhaps your audience of one was actually an audience of two. However, when you’re in the middle of singing through a mouthful of your sandwich, you just so happen to glance out the window in your living room.

“All that joy can bring, this I swear—“ You freeze, eyes growing wide, cheeks bulging with food, and heat crawling up your neck when you lock eyes with the tenant across the courtyard of your apartment complex.

It’s just your luck it turns out to be the new guy—the cute, nerdy, beefy one. He’s equally wide-eyed behind his glasses, mouth open a little in surprise. You squeak and dart out of his line of vision, mortification consuming you as you lean against the wall and groan. What a fucking first impression to make. Prancing around in next to nothing and stuffing your face like a goddamn squirrel. Jesus.

Your music is still blaring, though, and you've kind of lost your groove, so you hastily scamper back across the kitchen to jam your thumb on the button to lower the volume. Even with the song continuing to play, it feels much too quiet now. You try to finish your sandwich and act normal and not like you were just caught parading around in your underwear. Very pointedly, you do not look out the window again. If you can't see him, then he can't see you. Seems logical.

Except… You sigh dreamily. Oh, man, he's so cute, and he looked even cuter with that dumb look on his face. You try to fight it for as long as you can (which is, to your shame, not long at all) but your gaze drifts back over to the apartment across the courtyard. You're not sure if it's excitement or dread that swirls in your stomach when you see he's still standing there. He waves, sending you a lopsided smile, and you find it impossible to prevent yourself from smiling back.

“Nice moves,” he calls out of his own open window.

“Thanks, I try my best,” you reply with a bashful laugh as you approach the windowsill.

“We should tango together sometime,” he offers, immediately flushing after.

You see his mouth move as he whispers tango? under his breath, an incredulous expression on his face as he shakes his head. You cover your growing grin with your hand.

He scratches at his jaw and shrugs. “Or, you know… any kind of dancing.”

“I just do whatever comes naturally,” you flirt, tilting your head coyly.

“Right, yeah, makes sense,” he agrees with a lot of nodding.

Good grief.

“If you came over,” you start, raising your eyebrows significantly, “I could show you.”

It looks like he short circuits for a second, standing perfectly still as he processes what you just said. He suddenly jerks back to life and points a finger at his chest.

“Jake.”

You laugh and mimic the gesture, saying your name in return. Jake grins as he repeats it, soft and pleased, like he's trying it out on his tongue.

“So, I’ll just…” He trails off and waves in the direction of your apartment with a question in his eyes.

You tell him your unit number, then bite your lip to tamp down on your smile. “See you soon, big guy.”

Jake giggles, high and nervous, before clearing his throat. “Yeah, see you soon,” he replies in a gruff tone.

You cover your mouth again to stifle your own giggles, wiggling your fingers in a wave. He starts backing away from his window, his shoulder knocking into the doorway because he isn't paying attention to where he's walking. With a salute that he appears to regret instantly, he hurriedly leaves, the slam of his door echoing across the courtyard.

Okay, so, maybe your day took a turn, and you might have to shower again anyway, but it's so worth it.

[gumeyyy]

|| WELCOME TO THE (not so) COOLEST EVER HUMAN BEING ON TUMBLR'S INTRO ||

Name: Gumey, with how many Y's you feel like writing (i mean, if youre speaking of my actual name, i am actually called Raquel, thank you!!)

Status: there might be someone outside your window, but youll just, never know.

Languages: Brazilian portuguese, English and currently learning spanish and a little bit of french

Pronouns + sexuality: she/her mainly but i really dont care what u use, neos, xenos, i dont really care what u call me!! Im a phlesbian 😽😽

About me simplified + hobbies: just another one of those emo nerds that tapes stuff to their wall ,'/ i like reading, drawing, painting, diy'ing (is that how its spelled??), I EFFIN LOVE COLOR THEORY, my favorite color is pink and thats why i am so cool, the most masculine people SHALL ENJOY PINK, totally fine if u like pink and you arent masculine BUT IF YOU WISH TO BE MASCULINE, THOU SHALL LIKE PINK (im not in the slightest close to masculine)

FANDOMS/INTERESTS:

Youtubers: Amazing Phil, Daniel Howell (obviously both of them are here, what'd you expect?), Markiplier, Pewdiepie, Saiko, Drama Kween, Louis McClung, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, Jarvis Johnson, Chad Chad, Danny Gonzalez, Cyber Noop, Kurtin Conner, Drippy, Izzzyzzz, Tex Hs, Not Even Emily, Kurzgesagt, Vsauce, The Click, Manual do Mundo, Você Sabia, Ibibbishiboula, AcidMilk, etc

Series + films: Psych, Monk, Scott Pilgrim, Gravity falls, Monster High, Ever After High, Garfield, House, Charlie the Unicorn, Salad Fingers, Inanimate Insanity, Animation vs Minecraft/Animator, Açafrão Bondoso, My Little Pony, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky Star, Invader Zim, Spongebob (i cant take myself seriously for this 😭), The Ring, Annabelle, The Nun, Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Glitter Force, etc

Games: Undertale, Portal, Club Penguin, Steve's Parable, Fnaf, Animal Jam, Slenderman, Homestuck (does homestuck count as a game? I mean, it can be interacted but where would it fit in??), Sally Face, Pokemon, Minecraft, Papa's Pizzaria + other zipline studios Papa's games, Bad End Theater, Starry Flowers, etc

Music: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Never Shout Never, Hawthorne Heights, Taking Back Sunday, Sleeping with Sirens, Pierce the veil, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, The All-American Rejects, Say Anything, Kittie, Paramore, Simple Plan, All Time Low, Green Day, Restart, Replace, Strike, Escape The Fate, Bikini Hill, Bratmobile, Mommy Long Legs, Red Aunts, Slutever, Avril Lavigne, Picture me Broken, The Offspring, Good Charlotte, Dance Gavin Dance, Blink-182, Evanescence, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Mayday Parade, Bring Me The Horizon, Nx zero, Pitty, Falling In Reverse, Get Scared, Jimmy Eat World, Sugarcult, The Used, AFI, Underoath, The Academy Is... (WAS/ref), Story Of The Year, Sepultura, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cine, Korn, Desalmado, Surra, Scary Bitches, Bury Me With You, Chomp Chomp Attack!, Vampires Everywhere!, Farewell My Love, Brokencyde, Muse, Isles & Glaciers, Weezer, Cobra Starship, A Day To Remember, Brand New, Saosin, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Senses Fail, Chiodos, Motion City Soundtrack, 5 Seconds Summer, He is We, SayWeCanFly, Sounds Like Harmony, Radiohead, Nirvana, Rob Zombie, Chico Buarque, Sex Bob-Omb, Cute Is What We Aim For, Matchbook romance, Joyce Manor, From First To Last, Silverstein, Bayside, Armor For Sleep, Thrice, Box Car Racer, Alexisonfire, Dashboard Confessional, Head Automatica, BOYS LIKE GIRLS, Finch, We The Kings, Cartel, Sunny Day Real Estate, Mae, Lovehatehero, The Postal Service, Funeral For a Friend, Hit The Lights, Hidden in Plain View, Dead Poetic, There For Tomorrow, Forever the Sickest Kids, The Get Up Kids, The Spill Canvas, (can you tell i went to my spotify playlists jist to list half of the stuff i listen to?) Etc.

[blue-grama]

A little Film/Jam requeim

Upon the news that these two are not planning any projects together in the future, I was pondering Thai actor pairings and why I liked this particular one. First let me say I'm very in favor of actors not getting joined at the hip forever -- I doubt that's why anyone gets into acting, and while I get the financial reasons this happens in Thai entertainment, I'm generally in agreement that it tends to limit creativity, since the brand often has to come before the story. My only gripe is that now they're off doing lakorns that will never get subbed in English and it's not fair and look, I need to see The Empress of Ayodhaya ok?? I don't think it's a bad thing to have actors with great chemistry appear together in multiple shows, however, and I wanna say that I think these two used that opportunity right. Look, we have Tian:

Utter cinammon roll, too pure for this world, total sweetheart. He's a little scared and a lot beaten down, but he still has a burning spark of respect for himself that he doesn't let extinguish. He spends 73% of this show in the throes of a mental breakdown but still manages to take control of his narrative in the end. It's actively insane that the murder glitter show has such fantastic characters.

And then you have Charn, who is...

... also beaten down by this world, but evil about it. It's all manipulation, manwhoring, and complicated smiles belaying his real feelings with this guy. Refreshingly, he only has to reform himself a little bit to get his happy ending.

Meanwhile, Jiu. Assassin, kind of a tsundere. Marshmallow center, obviously. I'll never be over how after he and Tian first had sex (under the influence of a beetle fungus, OBVIOUSLY), he got deeply hurt that Tian said it was a mistake and accused Tian of doing this to all the boys. Possibly my favorite Jiu moment. ANYWAY.

There isn't as much distance between Jiu and Tinn as there is between Tian and Charn (from what I've seen, Jam maybe doesn't have quite as much range as Film, or at least hasn't been asked to demonstrate it). But Tinn is a more open and straightforward character, the moral center of Laws of Attraction versus a guy who assassinates several people with scissors without remorse in Khun Chai.

Point is, we don't always get this with repeated actor pairings. A lot of the time, you have an underlying dynamic that comes through in all the pair's shows, and it can't wander too far from its origins - I was thinking about this specifically with regards to Only Friends after listening to this excellent debut of the Part 5 (of 4) podcast, which talks about the way Force's Top turned into a completely flat character, possibly because "interesting" would conflict with the whole True Love ForceBook dynamic that GMMTV needs to sell. An appealing dynamic can be great -- hey, I read fanfic, I get the joy of putting the same guy in situations -- but I really liked how Film and Jam went with/were given quite different characters in their two projects together. This could be a lakorn vs. BL thing, but it'd be cool to see more paired actors take on more disparate roles together!

My disappointment over no more shows from these two comes down to wishing I could see what else they might pull off. Jam as the rich jerk instead of Film? Both of them playing morally grey? It could have been fun.

Oh well; I'll just be over here lighting candles for English subs from One31, because at least this hot murderous royalty nonsense looks exquisite.

And if you've read this far, please feel free to drop me recs in the tags or comments of other pairs that have played really different roles or dynamics with each other. I love seeing actors show their range!

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 16: Public

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6763

Warnings: Afab!reader, a few sprinklings of gendered language, public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie, talk of cum eating 

A/N: Heizou is actually one of my faves btw 🥴 I haven’t acted right since he called us dreamy in his hangout xmdkxkdnd I’m so sorry

⭐

The streets are jam packed with milling bodies and temporarily erected stalls hocking various wares, foods and trinkets from one end of the city to the next. Most everyone had gotten dressed up to some degree, many of the girls wearing their best summer kimonos and the men donning fancy outer coats of their own to mark the festivities. Even those that couldn’t afford to buy nice clothes managed to splurge on masks carved to look like any number of creature, from the real to the imagined, or on festival headbands knotted at the back of their head in big, woven bows. 

It had been a long, long time since you last saw Inazuma looking so lively and full of such simple joy. A hope for the future that its people hadn’t had not all that long ago. It was the first fall festival celebrating the changing of seasons since both the unjust Vision hunt decree and the equally tyrannical Sakoku decree were abolished, and the excitement in the air was very nearly palpable. Like the newly granted freedom to simply live again had stirred the love and passion everyone held for the world, and it was exceptionally hard not to find yourself swept up in it too. 

Smiling over at Heizou as the two of you make your way down the crowded road together, hand in hand, you try very hard not to let the bubbling thrill of it all show on your face. Not because it was something to hide from him or anything to be ashamed of, but because you simply didn’t know what to do with all this vibrating energy making you feel like an ignited firework just waiting for the fuse to run out so you could shoot off into the sky and join the stars there. You’d never experienced anything quite like it before, at least not to this extent. 

But, to your relief, Heizou seems to be in the same boat and he gives your fingers a tight squeeze to accompany the big, boyish grin he fixes you with in return. “Having a good time I take it?” 

“The best.” 

And that wasn’t an understatement. He’d gotten off work a few hours ago, late in the afternoon, and you’d spent every minute together since, just slowly making your way through the festival at your own pace and checking everything out. It was well past dark now, and so far he’d won you a water balloon yo-yo at a fishing game stall, bested you in a match of ping pong (no surprise to you there), sampled different flavors of sake that were being offered by restaurant vendors, eaten taiyaki and cotton candy, tried your hand at shooting pellets from a toy gun just to receive a consolation prize in the form of a solitary tissue packet, and you’d even walked out to the shrine offering box located in the city to make wishes for the future. It was the most fun you’d had in a long while, and getting to do it all with him just made everything so much better. 

Honestly, you didn’t want this night to ever end. 

“What should we do next?” He wonders aloud, sparkling green eyes eagerly scanning the newest stretch of road you’d wandered into. You do the same, thinking on his question, but he abruptly gives your hand an excitable jolt before you can reach a decision. “Oh! Look, look! There’s a mask stall!” 

Just like that, he’s pulling you in the direction of the stand where you spend a long time deliberating over which to choose from when so many of them had their appeal. True to nature, Heizou teases your taste and playfully tries to psychoanalyze your reasoning behind picking out what you do but you stand firm even in the face of his sly little smiles. You wanted the woodcut cat face with its bold, blocky color scheme. He then picked out a white fox mask for himself, much quicker and with far less agonizing over the decision than you had. Both of you don your new trinkets — yours at a slanted angle on your head to keep your face uncovered while Heizou ties his to the belt at his waist — and the two of you are soon off again. 

“I’m really glad you were able to come with me today.” You tell him softly under the constant murmur of the bustling crowd, for his ears only. Like a closely guarded secret between you and your lover. 

“Hey, me too. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it. And y’know,” His smile takes on a mischievous edge as he sidles closer to lightly bump your hip with his. “You look so nice tonight it’s a wonder I can even keep my hands off you right now. I hope you know you’ll be in for a real treat when we get home later.” 

Giggling, you pin him with a playfully wry look. “Oh? Are you sure you can wait that long, mister detective?” 

The new gleam in his eyes tells you he’s strongly considering taking on that challenge, and it makes your blood pump a little faster. “I’m not so sure about that,” He murmurs with a slow, easy drawl. “Do you think you can?” 

You quickly bring your sleeve up to hide the lower half of your face and avert your gaze elsewhere. Of course he would see the change in your expression and recognize it for what it was. Heizou was nothing if not astute and his mastery of body language made him just as dangerous to play these sorts of games with now as he’d been the first day you met him. A rascal, that’s what he was. 

“We’ll have to. Even if we wanted to rent a room for an hour or two you know as well as I do that there won’t be any available during the festival.” 

Humming a soft, knowing tune, Heizou tugs on your hand to pull you in against his side. The firm press of unwavering muscle mass against you just makes your heart beat even quicker, and your cheeks start to grow warm with the first curling tendril of desire. Whatever he may have lacked in overall height was more than made up for in his physical strength and you were regrettably weak for it. Something else that hadn’t changed much at all in the time you’d known him. 

“I’m sure we could find a relatively private place somewhere nearby,” He tells you, blunt thumb caressing circles over your knuckle as if to further entice you. “And my intuition tells me you’re much more keen on the idea than you want to let on right now so … what do you say? I'd be lying if I said talking like this doesn’t have me a little excited. It’s the same for you, right?” 

You steal a quick, surreptitious glance at the front of his pants but the hakama are too loose fitted for you to make out much of anything that might be amiss. That doesn’t stop you from picturing it in your head though, familiar enough with how he looked naked and hard with arousal to see it right then and there in your mind's eye, and even more heat quickly crawls up your face to settle there. It was shameful and embarrassing in equal measure but you did indeed want him. Now, not later. But … but — 

“Is that really okay? If we get caught you might get into trouble. What if you can’t be a Doushin anymore?” 

Heizou’s expression softens, his affection for you visibly warming his face like the first rays of morning light cresting over the horizon. “Don’t worry. I won’t let us get caught. If I’m being honest I don’t really care all that much about my job title anyway, but I’m the only one lucky enough to get the privilege of seeing you turned into a mess …” 

Pausing there on the street, he leans close to press his mouth against yours in what would have been an altogether chaste kiss if your loins hadn’t already been curling at the thought of having him. Instead the slow, coaxing pull of his lips seems to pluck at your growing need, pulling you into his pace with a stilted sigh, and you gradually find yourself leaning further into him. The height difference between you is not so great that you even have to tip your head back to look at him when he pulls back a few moments later, the silent exchange heated with static energy for as short as it lasts. 

Then, he pulls on your hand again. “Come on. I have a place in mind.” 

You follow him, excited and jittery with nerves, off the main road and down a series of small side streets until you finally end up in a cramped little alley. Down to the end where the lip opens up to a picture perfect view of the ocean stretching endlessly into the distance. This is where he stops and turns to you, his hands already coming up to take possessive hold of your hips, but you startle instead. 

“Here?” You gasp, wide eyed with genuine surprise. You’d expected something a bit more out of the way, something more hidden and isolated, not just on the edge of another busy street where anyone could wander by. 

Laughing, he drags you against him to press your front flush to his, and you stiffen at the shudder that tears through you when you feel the pointed nudge of his cock against your stomach. He really was ready to have you, here and now. And not a moment later. 

“Relax. Most everyone will be headed further up the island to watch the fireworks at this time of night which means there shouldn’t be too many stragglers left. This is on the opposite side, away from the best viewing spots, so we’ll be fine.” 

You understood his reasoning. Couldn’t exactly find  fault in it either, but that didn’t do much to quell your nervous anxiety on the matter. “But what if someone does come by? Public indecency is still a thing, Heizou! Shouldn’t we find a better place?” 

Giving your hips a reassuring squeeze, he drags his broad palms up your sides to leave wrinkles in your kimono where he’d rucked it slightly. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just trust me, okay?” 

You draw a breath to volley back with but it gets caught in your throat when his thumbs smooth over your chest in such a slow, stilted pass you feel it in high definition even through your clothes. Abruptly forgetting what you were going to say, you slowly glance down at yourself to watch him knead at your chest and a low whine promptly tumbles out of your mouth. You wanted him to keep touching you like that, you were dully horrified to realize. 

No, you didn’t just want it. You needed it. 

Your pussy was already becoming wet for him as if the taboo of this, the thrill of having him grope at you in public was making the sensation even more potent than it otherwise would have been behind closed doors. You could feel it all in startling clarity, how blocky and masculine his fingers feel squeezing around your ribcage. The slow curling of your nipples to leave them stiff and seeking under the thin layer of cotton separating you from him. The way he looks at you, how he draws a deep inhale as if to breathe you in. The not so subtle nudge of his cock twitching against your lower belly … 

Archons, even if you’d wanted to put your foot down about finding another spot you really didn’t think you could wait that long. 

“Heizou,” You say his name like a prayer, an oath, as you bring your hands up to brace them along his muscular shoulders. “I trust you.” 

Green eyes glimmering even under the shroud of night, he leans in to put his face close to yours. “That’s my girl.” 

Your lips meet again, with urgency this time. He kisses you like he’s hungry, a starving man finally finding his salvation in a barren wasteland, and you gladly allow yourself to get swept up in it. Your own need doubles and then triples, making you press your body more tightly to his in a desperation that is as sudden as it is powerful. His silky soft hair brushes your cheek and your nose when he tilts his head to deepen the exchange, kissing you deeply now as his hands shift forward to center over your breasts so he can squeeze them in his palms. A soft, shuddering sigh rises in you at the sensation and you let it out against his mouth when he tugs at the top of your kimono. 

Slowly, the fabric starts to loosen around your shoulders, falling open in the front to expose your flushed, heated skin to the cool night air. It was still early into fall and yet warm enough not to need a jacket, but you were so close to the ocean now that the breeze coming in off the crashing waves below carries with it a chill. It has you trembling slightly, eagerly seeking out the always stifling warmth of his body, but it is an inner heat that starts to make you feel like you’re burning up. It stokes inside you with each demanding press of his full lips, every single brush of roughened fingertips on your body, and even the ever present threat of getting caught is not enough to truly smother it. 

Finally pulling away when the need for air becomes much too great, you send a quick look over his shoulder to glance out at the street. You were still jittery with nerves even though no one had walked by since you’d gotten here but it just seemed to further emphasize how very turned on you were to be doing something like this with him. It was arguably wrong to have sex in a public space — there were laws prohibiting it for a reason — but any concern over it seems to be the farthest thing from his mind right now. 

Bending his head close, Heizou latches onto your neck and kisses deeply at your thundering pulse at the same time he reaches back to grab tight, pinching handfuls of your ass, very nearly hauling you up against him. Your head lolls back when he grinds his hips forward, digging his stiff cock into your belly, but he doesn’t lift you. He could, all too easily. Had done it many times in the past and you’d half expected him to take you like that, against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. Instead, he merely rucks up the length of your kimono until you eventually feel a waft of cold air on your bare backside, and you give a tiny little jolt of surprise. 

“Heizou!” You hiss, reaching back with one hand to grip his wrist. He remains undeterred though, mouthing at your throat even while he almost idly tucks your kimono up around your waist as if you weren’t even clutching his arm so fiercely the knuckles ache in protest. Yelping softly, you twist in his hold to send a wide eyed look down the opposite end of the alley, frantically searching for any signs of other people. “Someone is going to see! I - I don’t have anything on underneath!” 

“I know.” He practically growls against your neck, sliding both hands back down to cup the bare swell of your ass now. The kneading pinch he applies to the skin sends you to the tips of your toes and you waver unsteadily in your dainty little sandals but he easily keeps you upright and balanced without much effort. 

Giving the fleshy swell a rough, possessive jostle, he then slips one of his hands lower to dip between your thighs. The other slides forward, squeezing the meat of your hip along the way, and bullies it into the tight space to attack you from both ends. One set of calloused fingers finds your clit to rub firm, steady circles over the sensitive nub while the opposite digits press up into your slit to tease at your entrance from behind and draw more sticky slick out of you. Shuddering so hard your legs almost give right out from under you, you carefully shuffle them further apart to brace against the onslaught of sensation hitting you all at once. It was overwhelming and mind numbing at the same time but, still, you can’t quite stop yourself from fearfully glancing around. 

It had been one thing when you thought he would just move your clothes out of the way and take you like that, with the important bits hidden out of sight from anyone that might happen to wander by. It wouldn’t have done much to actually conceal what you were doing but at least you would have some dignity left to you. He was practically undressing you right there on the street though, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to any curious onlookers, and you’re more than a little ashamed at how much that makes your cunt slick for him. 

“Are you really sure we should be doing this here? This is so risky — aahn!” 

One of his thick fingers sinking up into your body cuts off the nervous fretting that spills from your mouth, back bowing at the hot sear of penetration. Your pussy squeezes around the intrusion, tries to milk him dry, but he just sedately fucks into you even as he laughs, low and breathy, into the crook of your neck. 

“It might be risky but gods, you’re enjoying this. You’re already this wet for me, baby. Can you hear yourself?” 

Heizou pumps his finger a bit more quickly and you loose a faltering groan at both the delicious drag against your inner sleeve as much as the soft, sticky click that rises in the air. It seems to punctuate your labored breathing, highlighting just how frazzled and aroused you were in that moment, and you finally allow yourself a slow, stilted grind of your hips. His own excitement visibly increases as you fuck your cunt on his finger, moaning when he adds a second to the gripping heat of your body. Attentively, he watches the way you twitch at the increased stretch, pelvis stuttering over his hand before falling back into that stiff, rolling motion again. 

“Not to state the obvious here,” He pants out, strained and thin. “But this just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever been lucky enough to experience. You look so beautiful like this, and all mine for the taking too ...” 

You force your constricting lungs to expand with a tremulous breath while he nudges the top of your kimono further open with his nose to finally expose your breast. He has to bend at the knee to reach without the use of his hands, but he still manages to latch onto the stiffened bud and he suckles with great enthusiasm. Sliding your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, you clutch him to your chest and try not to cry out in pleasure even when every fiber of your being was screaming at you to do just that. Between his fingers pumping in and out of you, the others stroking your clit and now his hot, wet mouth on your teat, you felt like you were going to shatter into a million, fleeting pieces. 

“Ooh, H - Heizou! Bless the electro archon, you’re going to make me cum!” You wheeze, legs trembling so hard his probing fingers felt like the only thing keeping you balanced anymore. 

Humming a muffled, encouraging sound into the meat of your breast, he briefly opens his mouth just to latch on again, sucking your nipple straight towards the back of his throat now. The rhythmic suction on your chest paired with the steady pressure on your clit makes you go cross eyed, and they start to roll up into the back of your head as a powerful orgasm bears down on you. You can feel it in your tingling toes, straight up your shaking legs to settle hot and heavy in your pelvis. It has your juddering hips stumbling over the needy pace they’d settled into and you lurch against him, sucking in one ragged breath after another. The digits stuffed in your cunt work a little faster, harder. Your cotton stuffed head begins to spin at a truly dizzying rate, your entire body on fire and — and the coil snaps, so abruptly it sends you reeling in his hold. 

Mouth dropping open on a high pitched, keening wail you just barely manage to keep hushed and soft, you quake through your release so violently Heizou has to shift and adjust the position of his feet to keep you from toppling right over. Luckily, though, he is sturdy and solid against you, and you’re free to spasm wildly even as you force your jaw to clench shut so you can seethe through your teeth instead of crying out.  

You come down from it one little piece of you at a time some moments later, legs trembling like a newborn doe’s even when he carefully removes his sticky fingers from your cunt. The tremors were still so fresh in your mind that just the lingering waves now lapping at your consciousness causes you to sensitively twitch and groan low in your throat at the loss of him. You were floating somewhere far outside your body, intoxicated on the rush of endorphins and dopamine that blankets over your body to leave you warm and comfortable in the aftermath. And, still, you almost couldn’t believe you’d actually been able to cum like that in public … 

Pulling up off your wet teat with a rumbling groan, Heizou finally straightens up to look at you. His strong hands squeeze at your hips and waist with wanting tugs that pull you right up against him, and you try very hard not to think about the sticky trail some of his fingers leave on your skin. 

“I hope your post-climax clarity doesn’t make you change your mind about doing this,” He whispers into the scant space separating your mouth from his, those lovely, heavy lidded eyes fixated on your own. “Because I’m really not sure if I can wait until we get home to finish.” 

He rolls his hips forward to nudge his cock into you for emphasis, and you smile at him. Grin, from ear to ear. “Of course I’m not going to do that to you.” Reaching up to brush some of those long forelocks back from his handsome face, you lower your tone to a sultry whisper. “How do you want me, Heizou?” 

A weak, faltering sound puffs out of him to accompany the shudder that works through his body. Lashes fluttering in sensitive bliss, he closes the distance to kiss you again even as his hands maneuver you back against the wall. You think he’s going to finally pick you up like you’d initially thought he would but, to your surprise, when he disengages another moment later he just gently turns you around. 

“Lean forward,” He murmurs, thick and quiet. “I want to look at your pussy while I’m fucking it.” 

Your knees turn wobbly at that but you oblige, and slowly bend at the waist with your hands braced on the wall. Craning your neck back, you look at him with a small frown of uncertainty while he quickly works to unfasten the tie around his waist. “Are you sure about this? If someone comes by it’ll be pretty obvious what we’re doing …” 

“Like it wasn’t before?” He snorts a quiet laugh that promptly morphs into a soft groan of relief when he gets his cock out. Biting down on his bottom lip, Heizou shuffles closer and places one palm on the swell of your hip while the other reaches between the two of you to guide himself in. 

The nudge against your wet, puffy slit chases away your last remaining doubts and, turning back to face the wall, you issue a stuttering groan when he starts to sink in. Your guts are so soft and pliant that the glide is very nearly seamless, his thick length stretching you much more than his fingers had. But it was so incredibly satisfying on a bone deep level and you moan when your pussy eagerly spasms around him. Hungrily rearing back, you try to take him in quicker and the responding grunt from him rushes straight to your spinning head. 

Panting again, you hang your head between your arms to peer down at yourself — at the shockingly erotic sight of your tits spilling out of your kimono, the shameless spread of your thighs. Heizou’s own wide legged stance behind you that seems to falter when he finally settles against you with a tiny, wet little click from your cunt. It was like something out of the hottest wet dream ever conceived, and your breath catches in your throat when he immediately falls into a moderate pace. 

His thrusts are quick and snappy but flawlessly controlled to jab up into your body right where you needed him the most. You rock back and forth between him and the wall, gasping and groaning as softly as you could manage, while the steady plap, plap, plap of skin meeting skin rises to dominate the space inside the alley. The sway of your tits feels heavy in this position, stiff nipples cutting through the air with each pendulous swing, further highlighting just how stark your nudity truly felt out in the open like this. You’d never felt quite so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was quite possibly the most singularly arousing experience of your life. 

“You look amazing like this.” He hisses behind you, reaching up to shove the back of your kimono higher to leave the full curve of your ass on display. Issuing a ruffled, almost bestial growl of pleasure, he brings both palms to your cheeks so he can grope and squeeze them, pinching tight to spread them and get a good long look at your cunt clinging to him. A flustered sound of protest rises in your throat when you realize he can see an uninterrupted shot of your puckered ass hole as well but you can’t quite seem to find the wherewithal to give it voice. 

“I don’t know how long I can last right now, baby. You’re squeezing me so good and your pussy looks incredible … ooh — dammit!” Groaning, he hunches further over you to press his mouth against the sweat dampened jut of your shoulder in a sloppy kiss. “Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up now and make you walk home with me dripping out of you … want me to eat it out of you in bed later? Wanna’ sit on my face when we get back? Huh? Is that what you want?” 

“Gods, yes, Heizou!” You frantically whisper back. “Please stuff me and - -“ 

The approaching sound of distant laughter brings you to a sudden, screeching halt. Your stomach lurches with the cold icy fist that grips you all at once and nearly stops your heart altogether. He moans, haggard and frazzled, when you subconsciously clamp down on his cock but you hardly have the presence of mind to think about that right now — or how hot and heavy he feels pulsing inside your cunt. The only semi coherent thought running through your head in that moment was that there were people coming. And there would be no hiding or excusing away this lurid scene. 

Jolting, you try to pull from him and straighten up but, much to your gasping surprise, he just wraps those lean, muscular arms around your middle to keep you pinned against the front of him. Your heart very nearly jackhammers straight through your chest and you quickly twist your neck back to look at him with wide, wild eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You demand in a harsh, caustic whisper. 

“Don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice us here.” He tells you rather matter of factly for someone wedged balls deep inside your cunt. That he didn’t even have the decency to talk at a hushed, lower register almost makes you scream.  

“Are you out of your mind? I think it’d be a little hard not to notice two people screwing in an alley!” 

Lifting his head from your shoulder, Heizou pins you with a frustratingly innocent look. “What do you think is going to happen even if they do catch a glimpse of us? Send for the shogun to come execute us herself?” 

Your pulse sputters and threatens to give out entirely when another burst of laughter rings out through the night, closer now. Much too close for comfort as far as you were concerned. “They could call the Doushin on us! You would lose your job if you got arrested over something like this!” 

He pretends to think about that for a moment before giving his hips a stilted roll, grinding up into your cunt forcefully enough to make stars erupt in your eyes. “I say it’s well worth it. You feel way too good right now for me to care about any of that.” 

“Heizou!” You could make out shuffling footsteps now, coming down the road just to your left by the sounds of it. The stumbling footfalls and tittering giggles seemed to suggest whoever it was was drunk, possibly even too intoxicated to notice much of anything around them including the two of you. But that doesn’t exactly make you feel much better about it though. Reaching down to blindly grasp at the forearm locked around your middle, you sink your nails in to try and get his attention. “Okay, so they don’t call the Doushin on us. What are we going to do if they recognize us later on? Do you really want to be known as that guy who fucked his girlfriend in the middle of a public street?” 

Looking at you from under the heavy fall of his thick, pretty lashes, Heizou offers up a thoughtful hum of consideration. “If it’s being recognized you’re so worried about, I think I might have a solution for that.” 

“Wha - -“ 

Before you can even get the whole word out he unwinds one of his arms from around you so he can reach up and slip your mask around over your face. You squawk and choke on a laundry list of protests but you can’t quite seem to form a coherent sentence anymore. All the frantic, now muffled, noises coming out of you sound like gibberish to your own ears and even trying to turn your head doesn’t work. He just follows you with his hand, keeping the calico cat mask in place while the other squeezes tight around your stomach to stop you from scuttling away. You’re about to twist your arm back to snatch a fistful of his hair when he abruptly thrusts against your ass, digging his cock so deep inside you it nearly sends you lurching into a free fall. The pressure on your guts is immense, damn near blinding, and your mouth falls open with a stuttering moan so soft and weak it almost gets lost under the pounding blood in your ears. 

You have to force yourself to suck in a haggard, gasping breath of air as he picks back up his abandoned rhythm, narrow hips mutedly slapping your upturned ass again. Heizou’s cock seems to punch the protest right out of you along with a series of high pitched, mewling groans though, and you wildly claw at the wall in your distress. On one hand it felt good … amazing, even. The nervous tension thrumming through your body just made him feel even bigger, hotter, more rigid against your squirming guts. But on the other it sounded like whoever was approaching was almost right on top of you now, the muddled sound of their voices swimming nauseatingly in your head. If they just glanced over into the alley they’d see you. They would know you were getting pounded within an inch of your life and there was no telling how they’d react. 

At this point you weren’t even sure how you were going to react. 

Gasping just to keep back the wounded sounds of ecstasy trying to claw their way up your throat, you fretfully shudder when Heizou turns his head away from the lip of the alley and rests his cheek across your trembling shoulder instead. Hiding his face from view but still not stopping his insistent thrusting for even a second. As if sensing your grudging resignation, his hand finally falls away from the mask to grasp your neck and he holds you like that, by the throat in that loose grip, while he continues to rut into you even when those voices finally spill into the space that only the two of you had occupied up until now. A startled beat seems to punctuate the dreaded moment and then a quiet gasp echoes off the walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you hang your head between your outstretched arms and subtly arch your spine to push back on him and better take his plunging cock. 

You were beyond horrified to realize it but you felt like you were going to cum again. Soon. With or without an audience watching on. 

A flood of relief washes over you when the resulting rush of embarrassed footsteps quickly hurries on down the street, leaving you to it for the time being.  There was no telling how long it would last though if they decided to seek out a Doushin and you desperately rock back against Heizou in an attempt to spurn him on. The two of you needed to finish up and be on your way, but you didn’t want to stop now … couldn’t bring yourself to stop when it felt like you were teetering dangerously close to the edge again.

“Want your cum, Heizou,” You mewl against the inside of the mask, trusting he would still be able to make out what you were saying even with it muffling your voice. “Want you to fill me up and take me home — ah - ahhn! Please, I need it, Heizou, I need it!” 

Grunting roughly against your shoulder, his thrusts start to falter and become sloppy, more desperate. Needy. “I’m close, sweetheart, I’m cumming … I’m cumming, archons, I’m cumming!” 

The noise that bursts out of him is strained and frantic, his usually soft toned voice rising another octave in his heightened bliss. He finally gives up on maintaining his pace altogether and simply slams himself into you, again and again, the harsh plap! plap! of your ass bouncing off his solid stomach growing even louder until it seems deafening in your ringing ears. You start to go cross eyed, mouth hanging open in a doped out stupor while you cling to the wall as his cock spears you straight down the middle; again and again, and again. 

Fingers digging into the skin they’ve latched onto, hard enough to bruise, he at last gives one final, lurching thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. He grows immediately stiff and still behind you, letting out tiny little whimpers of pleasure while his cock shoots thick, heavy ropes deep into your body. Just standing there, panting, you bask in the sensation of his seed settling against your guts, so warm and creamy inside your gummy sleeve that a fresh tremor tears through you at the sensation. It was addictive and intoxicating in the worst possible way … 

Some moments later he finally goes slack against you with a thin, heaving sigh of relief. At first you assume he’s just giving you a moment to recover while his cock slowly softens inside you, just warming it for the time being. But then he startles you when he slides the hand on your neck down to smooth over your flexing stomach and then dips between your spread thighs, making you go ramrod stiff. 

And right on cue the fireworks start to go off overhead. 

You’d never been more thankful to hear them in your entire life as you writhe and shriek in wordless delight when those blunt fingers find your swollen clit and start to rub hasty, demanding circles against it. You very nearly collapse on the spot but he keeps you upright with the sturdy arm locked around your waist, and you wildly buck and rear back on him in a blind search for release. The pressure of it quickly bears down on you, only emphasized by the cooling discharge deep inside your cunt, while he lets you grind yourself on him even when he hisses in oversensitized discomfort. You’re practically mindless with it though, hardly even having the presence of mind to understand that you were subconsciously milking his already spent cock for all it was worth. 

You couldn’t stop it though, much too caught up in the violently cresting waves that seem to slam the air right out of your lungs. Tears spring up in your eyes as you twist in his hold, thighs quaking uncontrollably and, finally, with a sudden wrench that leaves you stumbling against him, you cum hard. Wailing at the top of your lungs, thankfully drowned out in the continuous boom, boom, boom of exploding fireworks, you spasm so wildly through your second release that it seems to make your teeth rattle before finally — finally! Going limp in his arms an eternity later. 

Gingerly, Heizou starts to ease out of you and you outright hiss at the dull drag of him slipping loose of your hold. You’re still wheezing when he gently helps you straighten up and gets you turned around so you can lean against the wall for support. He takes a moment to push the mask up to perch on top of your head and then puts his face close to yours, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the near constant racket in the sky. 

“Can I trust you not to collapse for a moment?” 

You shoot him a slow, halfhearted look of warning. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me about trust right now.” 

“Hey, hey, everything turned out fine, didn’t it?” 

Forcefully shaking off your post-orgasm stupor, you reach up to shove at his shoulder. “How are you so sure of that, Heizou? For all you know they could be talking to a Doushin right now! How are we possibly going to explain ourselves if we get - -“ 

He suddenly swoops in, silencing you with a kiss that makes you squawk in surprise and outrage alike. You try to push him again, determined to stand your ground on this, but you soon find yourself grudgingly softening under the coaxing pull of his mouth. Far be it that you wanted to let it go so easily but … well, this was a pretty convincing argument. 

Feeling your resolve start to weaken and then crumble, Heizou finally pulls back a moment later with a big, boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You still try to cling to your anger though and look away from him with a huff, but he just leans close to press his forehead against yours, effectively taking up your entire field of vision so that you can’t avoid his attention. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing. I’ll take care of it if anything happens. Promise.” 

Pausing, he tips his head to brush the tips of your noses in a decidedly puppy-like nuzzle, and you find yourself smiling even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. He was frustratingly hard to stay mad at. 

“Come on, let’s get you sorted out and taken home.” He murmurs softly as he tugs the top of your kimono back into place, but you don’t quite miss the sly inflection in his voice. Not by a long shot, and his grin just widens when you give him a questioning look. “If we don’t hurry back there won’t be anything left for me to eat out of you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[writers-ex]

Can I request a Ryujin fic where it’s a fake dating au where they both start dating and taking cute and suggestive pictures with each other as a teaser for their collab then reader and Ryujin simultaneously fall for each other while fake dating

hmmm..fake dating it has to be my top five in my favorite tropes ever done....and allow me to indudle your request in a-

CLICHÉ TROPES WITH ITZY:

ryujin ver.

fake dating

you and ryujin have crossed paths in the celebrity world and on stage but ever since that one fan cam caught you jamming out to chesire your lives have never been the same anymore

fans make edits and break down your interactions all the way up until you both debuted

to calm the fire and also use this to your advantages the two of your agencies agree to let you both try to apease the fans by pretending to date to prompt your albums scheduled to be released close by each other

a simple caption on your posts

calling her during a live stream to ask about meeting up to eat later

standing near each other in award shows and holding hands as you walk off stage

wearing couple outfits on the same day heading to the airport

eventually when the agency sees that the chatter has died down between the two of you they allow you to announce your break up...

lets just say that ryujin had other plans

you both became a part of each other's daily routine and life, how could she cut you off that easily???

after a few weeks of knowing this either of you have yet to announce this separation so ryujin wonders if you feel the same

and she decides to test this theory

calling you up to meet up out of the blue ryujin has your favorite flowers and foods in a picnic basket demanding that you eat with her in the practice room since the others are out...?

you agree bc why not you haven't been as 'romantic' with each other and you wanted to ask her what was wrong bish ITS CALLED CATCHING FEELINGS

so when you enter the practice room and see papers taped on the wall that spell out 'will you date me for real this time?' with ryujin holding the flowers out to you blushing-

how else are you to respond other than kissing her cheeks and smiling widely making ryujin the happiest girl on the planet

with one final post of your hands together and ryujin kissing your cheek you post it with the captions 'its official' and watch your companies blowup on the news with the public overjoyed with this happy announcement

and yes its a happy reaction bc this is ff and you too should support your idols if they decide to date each other, they need romantic love too #idolsRhumans2

[amoristt]

PART 2 BAYBEEE this has completely revamped my love for marble hornets . anon i literally love u SOOO bad for reminding me of this time to binge the entirety of mh for the 10th time

-as always comments/reblogs are appreciated! - wanna tip me? heres my kofi!

Escape Fate | Tim (Masky) x Reader Pt. 2

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"For fuck's sake!"

The engine of your car cries out as you jam the gas down to the floor. Rock spit out from your tires, fishtailing out as you struggled to juggle the steering wheel and hanging up the cell phone in your hand. Every couple of seconds your eyes would flick to the rear view just in case that... person was chasing you.

Tim was never known for his ability to answer on the first call. Sometimes the man wouldn't answer at all- you knew this. It was never an issue until now, your mind scrambling to focus on the road. You'd narrowly escaped with your life and it was all thanks to some masked stranger.

With an angry huff, you toss your phone onto the passenger seat and white knuckle the steering wheel, eyes fixated on the road. Flashes of your meeting with death play on rewind in the back of your mind like a projector. The deranged look on Alex's face down to the moment you'd locked eyes with your savior.

Your mind spins on where your destination lies, but it chooses your home. You drive in total silence, listening to nothing but the sound of your car and the wind howling through your cracked window. It's almost like being on autopilot, your eyes distant and far away as you pulled into the driveway. Somewhere deep in your brain, you knew that you should have gone to the police station, but yet you still pull yourself from your car and numbly unlock your front door before slipping inside without a word.

It only takes a few moments before you let yourself fall into your couch cushions. You'd been so close to death you swore you felt its breath down your neck. The warbled memories you have of the masked man force their way to the forefront of your mind. You had so many questions- who was he? Why had he given a shit to save you?

Why did he follow you out to the street?

The thought of him possibly not saving you, just choosing Alex first strikes you, and it draws a cold sweat from your skin. Perhaps you hadn't been saved at all.

Worry spreads like wildfire through you, and in seconds you're up and locking every single window in the house, double-checking any doorways. You want to put on the deadbolt for the front door, but then Tim couldn't get in. You settle back on the couch, glad that other than the coffee table and recliner chair, you had a perfect view of the front door in case anyone tried to break in. The only window was along the far wall with its blinds drawn. Still, sunlight filtered in through the cracks.

A clatter on the floor beside causes every fiber in your being to jump, but when you glance over the edge, you realize it's just your phone falling from your pocket onto the hardwood floor. The screen lights up.

Low battery.

You pick it up and send Tim an urgent message, demanding he come over as soon as possible. And if he sees Alex, run.

Exhaustion riddles you. It doesn't feel real anymore, the memories flashing through your mind. They seem like the frames of a movie now, warped and far away and quite frankly insane. It felt like a nightmare that you'd woken up from, not reality.

After a good sleep to collect yourself, you would go to the police and tell them everything that had happened. And when you woke up, maybe Tim would be there smiling at you from the chair and asking if you were alright. He would touch your face and kiss your forehead, climb onto the couch beside you, and pull you against him. He would make you feel safe.

The idea comforts you enough to lull you to sleep.

--

You don't dream of anything. In fact, if the sun hadn't sunk down beneath the horizon and cast the world in night, you wouldn't even have known you slept at all.

Groggy-eyed and tired, you crack your eyes open. The first thing you notice is how unbelievably dark it is. From your position on your back, looking straight up, you can't even make out where the ceiling begins. Your eyes struggle to adjust, finding the only light in the room to be the streetlights cascading in through the window. With the blinds open on the far right, the light pours in just enough to fill the room midway in orange.

The second thing you notice makes your blood run cold underneath your skin.

You'd had your blinds completely shut when you fell asleep.

You were sure of it. But now they're open on one side. Your mouth runs dry.

Slowly, as if afraid to alert something, or someone, you roll onto your side and tap at the floor in search of your phone. When you're finally able to find it, you tap the power button. Then, when nothing happens, you feel your stomach churn.

It was fucking dead. You'd forgotten to plug it in before your slumber.

And to make matters worse, a third thing gathers all of your attention at once: movement.

Right across from you, perched up on the reclining chair, you make out a pair of jeans and heavy, dark boots. Fear strikes you like a lance. Your breath completely stops in your throat. In the dead silence, you're horrified to realize you can hear breathing that wasn't your own. Slow, long drawn breaths, like the figure was simply observing you.

Maybe it was Tim. You had messaged him hours ago, maybe he'd come in while you were sleeping and didn't want to disturb you.

"Tim?" Your voice cracks as you whisper, fear gripping you by the neck. Doubled when he doesn't answer. Tripled when those legs shift just barely. The energy seeping from the figure is downright evil.

Dread engulfs you as you realize your fate. It was Alex. It had to be. He'd broken in and waited for you to wake up like it was some sick fucking game to him, and trapped you within the confines of your very own home.

All alone, with your phone dead on the floor.

You hope you're just dreaming still. But then his breathing picks up and you're plummeted back into the awful reality that was your inevitable death. And instead of running, fighting, struggling for your life and doing something to get away, you just sit there. You remain still as a statue- like somehow he hadn't seen you. Like if you just don't move, neither will he. The moment is long and agonizingly silent, the air thick with tension, your lungs unable to bring in oxygen.

Time passes in slow motion and your eyes struggle to adjust to the everlong darkness. If you weren't abhorrently frozen with fear, you'd probably just burst out crying right there, pathetically begging for your life. You didn't want to die- not fucking now, when you knew the one finding your body would end up being Tim. Not by Alex, someone you considered your friend.

You always knew he'd been losing a few screws but for fucks sake this was murder.

"Please," You start, voice barely even above a dying whisper. "Don't hurt me."

That same feeling of death's breath on the nape of your neck returns to you. Goosebumps riddle your skin. The air so palpable you could reach out and grab it in the anticipation of his response.

The chair creaks. You almost gag on your tongue. The figure leans forward and rests his gloved hands on his knees. Light finally catches his features and you make out a white mask, with dark eyes and painted lips. That same mask that was running laps in your mind since you'd seen it.

Fear saps up and down your spine like electricity. The man had followed you home.

You hate that you stay stuck in place as he get's up from his crouched position and slowly saunters towards you. Like an animal, he climbs onto the coffee table and towers over you with shadowed eyes. Frantically, you search for something, anything human in those dark eyes. You find nothing but shadows. The man feels almost feral, tilting his head side to side as he drew closer to you. His gloved hand reaches out, and traces a line down your jaw, just barely touching over your skin.

Something in the way he touches you finally causes you to react. It makes the moment real, you could feel him touching you. You heave yourself up and try to scrabble off the couch, kicking your legs out. But he's faster. He's stronger- and in the blink of an eye, he grabs your shoulders and hauls you onto your back once more, forced to watch up at him with helpless eyes. When you try to shove him away, he catches your hands and pins them beside your head at the wrists. How simple it is for him to restrain you is terrifying. He wasn't even trying and he still managed to trap you in a second's notice.

"Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" You babble, eyes squeezed shut and your legs uselessly kicking out. He straddles you and you sob in vain. "Please, my boyfriend will be here any moment just- just leave! I won't tell!"

But the man just tilts his head again. Does it like he doesn't understand.

You're already in tears when he barely loosens his grip on your wrists. Dreadful reality dawns upon you, and you realize you had been right after all. He hadn't saved you. You escaped him just as much as you'd escaped Alex.

Tears slip down your cheeks. He just inches closer until you can hear the sound of his soft breaths from behind his mask. If God was around, he'd hear your endless prayers begging for the strength to get away or for someone to help you.

But clearly, he isn't, because the man lets your wrists go just long enough to touch the sides of your face. Slowly, carefully, they pet down your skin and wipe away those tears freely falling from your wide eyes. And Christ, you let him. You could be fighting back, snarling and clawing. Instead, you're barely breathing, frozen and feeling your life tick away by the second.

He dips his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers ball into fists beside your head, and you feel him breathing you in.

"What the fuck." You whimper, shaking like a leaf underneath his form. The seconds pass like hours.

After a tense pause, the only audible sound being your combined heavy breaths, he pulls his head away a few inches to look into your eyes. Though you struggle to see his, you can feel them on you like fire. Like those eyes are wrapping around your neck, choking your breath away.

And then you really do think your breath is stolen from you- gone when you feel the unmistakable texture of his gloves move once more. He runs his fingers down your bare neck, to your shoulder. Feather light touches over your collarbones that make you squirm underneath him. Those fingers linger over the line of your cleavage and your stomach flips.

They only stay for a few seconds. Then they're southbound which causes an even heavier pit of dread to settle in your stomach. His head tilts while he explores your clothed body, the fabric of your tank top bunching up around his fingertips. He moves them slowly, languidly, like he's exploring you. Trying to memorize the point where your waist meets your hips.

In the worst way imaginable, it feels... Familiar. You can't put your finger on it but you've been touched like this before, had the curves of your soft skin mapped out by wandering large hands. The same path, the same lingering pauses... The low sounds of his soft breaths reach your ears, and you recognize them.

Your chest heaves, your skin warm.

Only further blossoming in heat when the man leans back and you feel the weight of him rest on your hips. His hands settle on your waist, his burning gaze lingers over your form. The streetlight filtering in paints the outline of him. Glows in the loose strands of brown, messy hair.

Reveals his brown cargo jacket and the broad build of his shoulders. Your lips part in a gasp. His head lowers and you catch a glimpse of that unmistakable facial hair just as his fingers dip underneath the thin fabric of your tank top.

Your skin vibrates under his touch. You can't take it anymore.

"Tim...?"

You'd said it so quietly that you almost wonder if he'd heard it at all.

But he did. He freezes and snaps his gaze straight to you. The first real reaction you'd gotten out of him so far- and it only further confirms your question.

Your mind reels, thoughts spinning out of control. It feels like you're dreaming all over again.

The man- Tim, straightens his back as he stares down at you, his gaze heavy and undeniable. Even fully clothed underneath him, you feel naked. So exposed. His hands retract from under your shirt and rest at his sides loosely.

You'd always known Tim struggled with mental illness. Even early on in the relationship, it was a known fact after you'd found his medication. He always refused to elaborate beyond just telling you he was 'managing' it- and though you of course always felt a sense of curiosity to know more, you didn't want to pry. Plus, it was true. He was managing it. You'd never seen a single outburst, episode, or really... Anything other than some paranoia. And even that never got the best of him.

Just as you were his, he was your comfort, your peace.

But this was something else entirely. This wasn't even him anymore- it couldn't be. This man was too animalistic, moved too feral for it to be true.

Yet this appearance rang true.

His thick brown hair, and squared shoulders. His usual attire and those sideburns that only he could pull off.

But you had to be sure.

You had to be sure that they shared the same face. The same soulful, tired eyes.

To your shock, Tim doesn't react when you prop yourself up to your elbows. Nor does he react when you slowly reach up with a tentative hand and graze your fingers along the hard edge of his mask. You touch at the side of his face- the only visible skin. He sighs when you make contact, long and drawn, almost as if he enjoys the feeling. Just barely, he leans into the touch.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

Drops when you tug at the elastic band holding the mask to his head, and he finally reacts.

Violently.

Tim rips away from you like you'd burned him and stumbles backward, failing to climb off you properly and instead flipping over the armrest at your feet. You hear his back smack the hard ground with a thud and then absolute silence.

The silence only lasts so long. Because suddenly there's clamoring, his feet kicking out, and by the time you're up and peering over the edge of the armrest he seems to be full-blown seizing there on the floor.

Now this you had seen before.

Like every other time, you rush to his side, mind completely forgetting the entire scenario that'd happened moments ago. As much as you want to grab him, hold him close until it's passed, you know you can't. Instead, you kneel beside him, covering your mouth, silently begging for it to be over with, counting the time in 30 second intervals.

The light outside finally shines over his mask. You see his eyes through the gaps.

Thirty seconds.

His body tense, finger's balling into fists. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes.

One minute.

You swallow down the lump in your throat.

Minute, thirty seconds.

"Tim!"

Finally, like he hears you, he stills. Your heart thrashes in your chest.

In the blink of an eye, you're pulling at the bands of his mask. It peels away with little restrain, and there he is.

Tim. Your Tim. His eyelashes resting heavy over his cheekbones- like he'd simply fallen asleep. Like he'd been here the whole time completely unbothered. His lips are barely parted enough for his soft breaths to creep through. You aren't sure if you should feel relief or fear. All you feel is raw confusion and anxiety eating you alive.

First Alex, now this? What the hell was going on?

Tim makes a soft sound and you look at him with wide eyes, cautious in the waking presence of the man you'd once felt to be your protector. What would you do if he remained the same as before? If when he opened his eyes, you were assaulted all over again?

Another quiet chirp escapes him, and you reach out to gently hold his face. When his eyes finally open, you're the first thing they see. A part of you tells yourself to back away just in case. The rest of you demands you stay planted beside him no matter what.

You listen to the ladder.

His gloved hands come up to paw at your wrists and for a moment, you're afraid your worries proved true. But then, in his low voice, he speaks. And you nearly collapse onto him, a puddle of solace.

"Baby...?"