#i should be working on my cyoa

[whump-in-the-closet]

"Welcome Aboard, Just Let Me Stab You."

Remember that merrywhumpofmay post I wrote with the vampire pirate captain and her newly acquired, very reluctant source of fresh blood? Yeah? Well, here's part two because hah I got hit with an idea.

(continued from here)

cw: manhandling, noncon body modification (giant spiky earring), vampire whumper, human whumpee

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The vampire brought the human into her cabin. They caught a glimpse of a cluttered desk and knives embedded into the wooden walls.

They immediately looked down again, legs turning to water. 

The vampire let go of their shirt collar and moved to her desk, searching for something in the drawers. 

A shudder ran down the human’s spine. The vampire’s bite throbbed at their throat as a crimson and bruised reminder of last night.

“What’s your name?” 

The human froze, eyes gripping the hardwood floor with a physical intensity. 

A drawer slammed shut and they flinched. 

“Can you speak, little pest?” 

They nodded. Then, “Yes.” Their voice was less a whisper and more a crumpled sound of defeat.  

They didn’t see the toothy smile the vampire gave them. They didn’t see the golden spike the vampire pulled out from a small chest. She spun the spike idly, watching it catch in the light. 

Her grin faded into one of satisfaction. “Your name.” Not a question. 

“...uh, it– it’s Adan.” Again, that choked voice. 

“Adan. Come here.” 

Adan didn’t move. Eyes on the ground, heart in their throat, terror in every nerve in their body. The ship swayed beneath their feet and brought a fresh roll of nausea with it. 

The vampire crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. She towered above them, head almost hitting the candle chandelier.  

“I have a gift for you.” There was a velvet-lined throat in her every word. 

Adan trembled, shrinking back. They didn’t get far. The captain grabbed their jaw, tilting their head to the side. 

“Something to make sure you remember you’re my blood source.” 

As if the holes at my throat aren’t enough. 

“I believe the words you’re looking for are ‘Thank you’.” 

Red flashed behind their eyes. They were going to throw up. “Thank you?” 

Adan had been expecting the vampire to bite them again. Not to yank at their ear and to stab the golden spike through it.

They screamed. 

One blood-stained moment stretched into a heavy aching. 

The captain wiped the blood away with her thumb. Crimson-red ran along her hand and with the greatest attention, she licked it off. 

Adan gagged. With shaking fingers and blurred vision, they explored the throbbing hole in their ear. Humiliation burned nearly as bright as the pain itself. 

The vampire smacked their hand away. “Don’t touch it—Well, I’ll be damned if you aren’t crying. I think the earring looks good, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“I–I’m–” their voice cracked. “I’m not crying.” 

“Do not address me with such impudence.” The vampire dropped her casual tone, baring her teeth. Then with a smile, she added, “You will call me Captain.” 

tagging: @brutal-nemesis

[olderthannetfic]

How do you feel about the different styles of writing POVs?

Personally, first person is the most awkward to write and the most restrictive. It definitely has its place though, when the narrative lends itself to releasing limited info. I can’t bring myself to write in first person though, it feels so weird. I think I enjoy a level of detachment when reading and writing fiction.

I’ve seen people rag on second person but I find it the easiest to read, it seems more natural than say, first person. You’re understanding the narrator but you’re not physically in their shoes. You’re a silent observer, privy to character thoughts but also able to detach and view them as a whole. There’s a level of intimacy with the character but more detachment than first person.

Okay so google says third person can be split into two; limited and omniscient.

I find omniscient to be a funny beast, as it’s not a style that I write, often finding that if I give away what everyone was thinking, all the time, the element of mystery is lost. For me, it feels like showing everyone’s inner thoughts or motivations at the same time ruins the suspense, at least in the fiction I write. I think that’s a personal failing though because I enjoy reading fiction with omniscient POV.

Limited, I’d like to say, is more within my wheelhouse, but I have been known to switch character POV in different chapters. I wonder if by switching characters per chapter that actually means I write omniscient. Anyway.

I feel like I’m write in some weird, secondary-third person which feels very much like playing with dolls: X mutters quietly, stepping close to Y. Y responds with a remark, grasping X’s hand. X is overwhelmed, their thoughts racing. Etc.

Very reductive, but you get the point. One persons intentions are clear, the other is not.

I’m troubled as I think that my writing style comes across as unnatural, almost robotic. I find it hard to step into the mind of another person, especially if it’s a creation of not my making - how could I possibly know how this character would react in this situation? I can only guess and hope it reads as in-character. As such, I often find that I don’t spend a lot of time expanding on how characters feel and their inner thoughts on situations, which seems like a really big oversight! It’s difficult for me, though.

Do you have any tips or assurances about this kind of thing?

I apologise as well, brevity is not a strength of mine.

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Oh god... the things I want to say, nonnie...!

I've promised myself no more really long writing meta on here. I write that stuff for my patreon, which I should be spending more time on.

The short version is: I loathe second person due to early exposure to CYOA books and just finding it clunky and mannered.

First makes it more obvious if your command of character voice is ass, but it's not actually more intimate or harder than limited third.

Limited third is often the most neutral and transparent of voices for English language popular fiction in modern times. It's the norm. It's what has all the conventions built up. Switching chapter by chapter is very common and is not omniscient in any sense, WTF, anon.

Omniscient makes more sense if you've been reading works that are actually in it. Golden Age mystery novels are a good example. No, it does not list every thought of every character. What? No good writing does that. Of course you withhold info.

What does "secondary third person" mean here?

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

CYOA C57 Sneak Peak

Since I took a not-so-brief break from writing and it still might be another few days before I can post the next chapter, have a sneak peak of the beginning of the chapter below the cut.

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 01:37 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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Lily Evans: <image attachment> You're hopefully asleep but look at what I've got!

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Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 07:11 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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James Potter: omg it's my face mug

Lily Evans: Yep! Plus my tea, which really got me through the morning since I came in an hour early to get a site report finished. I employed cunning stealth tactics to manoeuvre it out of Pip's desk drawer yesterday.

James Potter: what did you do?

Lily Evans: I said, "Pip, can I have James's face mug?" and that worked.

James Potter: truly you are machiavellian in your endeavours also are you wearing bright pink in that photo?

Lily Evans: I am. Felt slightly daunted about it this morning because of the stupid old adage about redheads, but I mean, I BOUGHT the outfit on Monday because I loved how it looked on, so chickening out would have been a waste of my money.

James Potter: what's the old adage about redheads?

Lily Evans: There are MANY and they're all equally ridiculous because being redheaded is great actually, but this one in particular dictates that we "shouldn't wear pink," presumably because it looks terrible on us.

James Potter: that IS stupid you look so pretty

Lily Evans: Thank you! <image attachment> This is the full fit. I love Sirius's selfie mirror. What d'you think?

James Potter: christ you really do have phenomenal legs warn me next time, would you? i'm trying to drink my morning coffee in peace here, and you spring this on me

Lily Evans: Lollll you saw my legs on my Instagram yesterday.

James Potter: yesterday you had big tall boots on today you do not

Lily Evans: Forget about my legs for a second.

James Potter: i physically CAN'T

Lily Evans: The jacket is a CAPE, James. I own a CAPE. I am MAKING MY OWN DREAM (of owning a cape) COME TRUE. Do you have any idea how many crop tops I bought on Monday? LOADS. And I've been scared of crop tops my whole life. I still kind of am scared, but I'm going to be brave and wear them anyway, Bea says that if I carry myself with confidence on purpose I'll eventually start to carry myself with confidence because that's genuinely how I feel, and you know what she's right because I've had more compliments from other women in the office over the last day and a half than I've had in the year since I started working here. If you can't tell, I'm very excited about my new clothes.

James Potter: i can tell

Lily Evans: It's probably a very boring topic so I'll stop.

James Potter: no you don't have to stop i think it's brilliant and not just because i get to see more of your legs, which is a huge win for me

Lily Evans: Lolllllllll

James Potter: a week ago you were calling yourself a frump, so it makes me happy to see you talking like this instead if new clothes make you feel good about yourself then i want to hear about them

Lily Evans: I do feel more like ME in them, if that makes any sense at all. And there's no going back now because I've bagged up a load of my old clothes and Bea and Remus are going to help me lug them to the charity shop before we all head off to the train station on Saturday. I bought A LOT of new things. Like, so much I felt a bit obscene every time it came to pay. But I couldn't have done that if you hadn't spared me from paying rent for the next few months, so thank you so much for being a bottomless well of kindness, even though I should be saving that money for a deposit on a new flat and have had no common sense in my approach to this.

James Potter: don't worry about it, you deserve bottomless wells of kindness and of every good thing in life are you going to leicester with remus and beatrice this weekend?

Lily Evans: No, although I'm going the Saturday after for a pre-Mother's Day lunch with my mum and Petunia. I'm heading to Stockport to spend the night at Emily's, it just so happens that Bea and I both need to leave from Euston. Actually, first I'm getting my hair done, then I'm donating my clothes, THEN I'm going to Stockport to see Em. Then I'm going wall climbing with her and her mum and sister.

James Potter: oh cool! i love climbing, have you ever done it before?

Lily Evans: I went to a climbing centre once for a friend's birthday party years ago, I was twelve and I got my first period while I was actively on the wall, so I spent quite a lot of the day running into the toilet to check that nobody could see it even though I was wearing black shorts and Carina's mum had given me a pad. So the short answer is: not really, but I'm not worried, none of them are expecting me to be any good at it even though they're all basically professionals. Em and her sister also go cycling every Sunday morning so I have been informed that a loaner bike and safety gear is available if I want to join them.

James Potter: do you think you will go?

Lily Evans: Yeah! I haven't cycled in a few years but I do cardio every day so I reckon I can manage the exercise even if I wind up extremely saddle-sore afterwards. Plus this all means I get to bring and wear some of my new workout clothes, and honestly I'll take any excuse.

James Potter: if you put some chamois cream on before you cycle you'll save yourself a lot of discomfort little tip from my mum that i flagrantly ignored in my youth

Lily Evans: Why did you ignore it?

James Potter: because i was A MAN who didn't NEED to smear cream on my groin to train for a triathlon except it turns out i did also i was only about sixteen, who the fuck did i think i was, cat noir?

Lily Evans: I'm going to skim past the fact that you know who Cat Noir is because then I'll need to explain why I know who he is and it's probably the same reason.

James Potter: it's definitely the same reason

Lily Evans: God, we're both such dweebs. I mean, you're much cooler than I am, but still.

James Potter: not true at all, i'm a massive dork, i just happen to play a lot of sports, so people who don't know me well don't spot it straight away

Lily Evans: And you're stupidly attractive, which isn't often expected of massive dorks because we live in a society that unfairly pigeonholes people into boxes based upon their perceived attractiveness. This I say as I shop for makeup online. I know I'm part of the problem.

James Potter: what does "stupidly" attractive mean? i'd love a definition

Lily Evans: You already defined it yourself. Weeks ago, actually.

James Potter: what??? when?

Lily Evans: "And now," gasped Theo, in a ruggedly handsome but also charmingly boyish but also sexy but also dorky way that seems really impossible for a real human man to accomplish, "I will kiss you at last!" See? Defined. As per you. Also important to note: this kind of attractiveness makes people who fancy you act and feel like blushing, giggling idiots. Hence, "stupidly" attractive.

James Potter: well

Lily Evans: Your brother, on the other hand, is NOT stupidly attractive. He's inaccessibly attractive. Which is very different. Science.

James Potter: noooo don't talk about sirius! talk about me again!

Lily Evans: I just did. At length.

James Potter: talk about me more who am i making blush and giggle?

Lily Evans: How quickly you forget that I still field emails from Jessalyn et al.

James Potter: oh it's JESSALYN, is it?

Lily Evans: Et al.

James Potter: i think you should elaborate on et al

Lily Evans: I'd love to but I have to jump into a meeting.

James Potter: no you don't!

Lily Evans: Yes I do!

James Potter: a meeting with who?

Lily Evans: With Agnes from Julia Murphy.

James Potter: who is agnes from julia murphy

Lily Evans: Julia Murphy is a skincare company, one of our brand partners, and it's in my calendar, see?? <image attachment> I'm not trying to get out of telling you I think you're cute.

James Potter: two minutes ago i was ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy now i'm merely cute?

Lily Evans: And dorky. Don't forget dorky.

James Potter: i haven't forgotten anything, thank you very much

Lily Evans: James, you are ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy. Are you happy now?

James Potter: that reply will do, but only because you're busy you're off the hook for now but i expect you to revisit this subject later

Lily Evans: God, who even are you, my owner?

James Potter: that's an interesting choice of words, lil

Lily Evans: DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER THAT QUESTION

[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat CYOA #9

TLLR AU masterlist | TLLR masterlist

content: whumpee pov, lab whump, sorta drugging but not really, scientist carewhumper

You chose: Timidly drink it. You’re wary, but you’re in too much pain not to.

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You sigh. He’s already got you exactly where he wants you. You’re trapped and restrained with a sprained ankle, you know what happens when you refuse him, so there’s nothing much you can do but comply. Besides, if you refuse, he’ll probably find a way to get that into your system anyway, and you’d rather take the easy way this time. And it’s probably a good idea to try and gain this guy’s trust so you can use it to escape later.

So, despite being horrified about what this strange looking liquid will do to you, you timidly reach out and grab the vial from his hands. You see him smiling from the corner of your eye, no doubt glad that you're actually complying for once. Then slowly, with shaking hands, you bring the vial to your lips and take a sip.

It tastes odd- strong, overwhelming your senses, and yet you can’t pinpoint the flavor or if it even has one. You grimace as you gulp it down quickly and try your hardest to ignore the strange taste as the glowing liquid slides down your throat. Once you’re done, you lick your lips and timidly look up at Anton.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” he says, plucking the empty vial out of your hand. “Your ankle should heal in no time.” He ruffles your hair and smiles down at you.

Goosebumps spread across your skin. He keeps doing that. It should bother you, but for some reason… it doesn’t.

You’re both still sitting on the floor, your back against the wall and him sitting cross crossed legged across from you. Your eyes flicker to the window to your right, the constant looming reminder of that strange place just on the other side of the glass. You wonder what he just made you drink, and if he’d just mixed it up himself with all those strange tubes of chemicals you see out there.

Your captor follows your gaze out the window, watching you look out at his laboratory with worry painted over your face. He tilts his head.

“You’re wondering why you’re here, aren’t you?” He asks, giving you that same gentle smile.

You look at him and nod, hearing your heart thumping rapidly in your chest in nervous anticipation. Finally, finally, he’s going to tell you everything. Took him long enough.

“I’m a scientist.” He grins, twirling the empty glass vial between his fingers as he talks. “I have a lot of ideas and a lot of goals… but it was getting too dangerous to keep experimenting on myself. I need a new human subject to test my experiments on, so that’s what you’re for!”

Dread pools in your stomach. “Your… test subject?”

“Yes! All you have to do is stay here and let me test out whatever experiment I want to do on you. It’s not that bad. There won't be that much pain, if I can help it.” He ruffles your hair affectionately. “I’m sure it’s a lot to process, and I’ll give you all the time to adjust that you need. But everything will be much easier if you accept it. I know you’ll come to like it here.”

Well… now you know.

next

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glad we agreed to drink his silly juice 🧪🧪🧪!!! it’s so scrumptious!!! best thing i've ever tasted fr i want more!!!

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[kabie-whump]

CYOA Whump Part 26

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You chose: The door

Alrighty, y'all chose to risk it all and go get your man. Let's see how that goes!

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You make the split-second decision to run for the door.

Onthyes was a reason you'd decided to keep fighting. You can't just leave him behind.

Slamming the cabin door behind you you look around the deck frantically. It's well into the middle of the night now, possibly even the early morning. You can hear the sound of crewmen working the night chatting nearby, but luckily none of them catch sight of you.

You don't know where exactly you'll find Onthyes, but you don't want to spend another second just standing outside the captain's cabin. You take a moment to push a nearby crate against the door, knowing that it will only stall Erxik for a few minutes at best if he wakes up.

You're moving quickly across the deck when you turn a sharp corner and run face first into a broad chest.

"Ventis! Thank the gods!" Onthyes whispers as he steadies you. He's still fully dressed, with a sword at his side and a bag slung over his shoulder. "I heard thunder and the night is clear and you were alone with Erxik so I figured you might be in danger." Then he studies your face closer in the dim light, tilting your chin up with a gentle hand. A dark look crosses his features. "He hurt you."

You glance away, not quite able to meet his eyes. "I am alright," you mutter, but your voice is strained and hoarse from being choked earlier.

"No you're not. I should have come for you sooner. I shouldn't have let him take you away."

"Onthyes," you say firmly.

Onthyes goes quiet, staring down at you with wide eyes.

Then, you get on your tip-toes and kiss him.

It's a short kiss. You don't have time to savor it, knowing that you have to get moving before Erxik escapes his cabin and comes for you.

When you pull away Onthyes's face is bright red and he's smiling like an idiot. "What was that for?" he asks breathlessly.

You just scoff and grab him by his arm, dragging him along with you as you make your way towards the boats. You almost miss being chained together.

You run up to the nearest dinghy and start untying its ropes. There are other pirates working within eyesight, but they don't seem to have caught on to your current situation.

"Help me," you bark at Onthyes as you prepare to swing it over the ship's edge. "Hurry."

Onthyes rushes to help and soon you have the boat suspended over the dark water. He climbs in first and starts getting everything situated.

A strong hand clamps down on your shoulder before you can join Onthyes.

"What's going on here?"

You look up to find Tinny standing over you, her face set into a hard glare. Her voice catches the attention of the other pirates, some of whom drop their jobs and start to head over to you.

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[loonybun]

Meeting Aisling (CYOA) 2

sorry i am a VERY slow writer and work on bursts of inspiration and writing sprints so this took FOREVER to write. anyways here it is.

contains: more fae shenanigans, implied magical manipulation, exhaustion, fae carewhumper, invasion of personal space, abduction, The Horrors (fun stuff because my canon doesn’t 100% follow traditional folklore as i like to add things in), just creepy vibes but i’m sure everything will be fine and he’s actually 100% harmless. most definitely!!!

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“A photographer?”

He lights up and grabs onto your hands. Almost immediately, he lets go, but the fuzzy sensation dwells on your palm. The strange man continues on.

“That’s not something you hear everyday! I don’t know a ton about photography, but I may have seen some of your… Your picture-things! I never caught your name, actually. Would you mind giving that to me really quick?”

You can’t place why, but words send a shudder down your spine. Somewhere deep in your mind an alarm rings.

He’s still a stranger. You don’t give out your name to strangers. That’s just common sense. Sure, he seems friendly enough, but better safe than sorry. Instead, you give him the handle you use for your photography. That’s probably the main reason he was asking, anyway.

He’s obviously disappointed, but you decide to ignore the guilt. There’s an awkward silence before he speaks up again.

“—Well, follow me. Let’s get you somewhere safer, okay? You can call me Ai, by the way, but not like the ones you see with. Weird little nickname, but it’s what most people call me anyways. Unless we want to be formal with each other, but that doesn’t really seem necessary.”

His enthusiasm returns, and before you know it you’re practically chasing him through the dark forest. It’s hard to catch up with the way he deftly darts from tree to tree. You can hear him laugh as you fail to match his pace, and the sound echoes through the forest like the chimes of crystal bells, bouncing off of the trees.

Eventually, you manage to run up to him. He’d stopped to wait for you, and now he was sitting in the grass, grinning up at you strangely. The exhaustion overwhelms any urge to find the source of your anxiety. You’re still trying to catch your breath, and you soon find yourself down beside him. Ai pats the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to regain your strength.

“…The grass here seems so much softer. You don’t know why, do you? That’s okay. We’ll find out soon.” He murmurs, combing through your hair with nimble fingers. “Do you have your camera? You should take a picture-thing. This is a nice little spot. You probably won’t be able to find it again.”

You hadn’t even noticed, too concentrated on the soothing tones in his voice. You’d nearly fallen asleep right there. Oh god, you just cuddled up to a complete stranger. After a moment, you pull your thoughts together and focus on the area around you.

There’s still no signs of the campsites, but the area he’s brought you to feels safe all the same. Moonbeams stream in through gaps in the canopy above. The white light pours onto the plants around, casting them all into an ethereal state. You take your camera out of your bag and turn it on, eagerly looking at the screen—

But something’s wrong. Pink ebbs into the edges of the screen, and the middle keeps splitting into bars. You point the camera around in an effort to reset it. Ai curiously watches you struggle, that same odd smile still placed on his lips. For a moment, the camera pans over to him— or what should have been him. The bars on the screen seem to multiply and crack, barely obscuring something unfathomable and buglike. You look at the terrifyingly beautiful entity on the screen, then back to him. You hadn’t noticed his teeth before. They really shouldn’t be that sharp, should they?

“Is something wrong?” His voice still sounds so sweet. It makes you feel woozy. Sick. That thing wasn’t human. Where were you? The woods hadn’t even began to thin out. Had he taken you further in?

You shake your head, but you must have taken too long to respond. Once again, he’s by your side, a hand on your shoulder and the other positioned in front of the lens. He’s not smiling anymore.

Ai’s hold on your shoulder becomes firm, uncomfortable and tight.

“…—I didn’t… I didn’t know it did that. Huh. Well— I’ve dragged this out long enough. I was hoping you’d get a few last photos of your world though… Just as a keepsake. Oh well, Maybe it’s for the best.”

A surge of panic shoots through your body. You immediately push him away, stumbling back in the process. You need to get away. Fast. Whatever he meant couldn’t be anything good. Did he want to kill you? Why did he wait?

He’s picked up on your panic.

“Woah, woah! Hey! I don’t want to hurt you. It’s not like that, okay? I just— I need you to come with me. It’ll be an adventure! Humans still like adventuring, right?” The thing’s slowly getting closer to you. You don’t wait to hear whatever he says next. All you can do now is run. Keep running until you find some way out of this place.

Despite your exhaustion, you keep moving, weaving between the trees and taking as many turns as possible. Anything to get him off of your trail. You can hear him behind you. It doesn’t seem like he’s running, though. There aren’t any footsteps.

WHAM. A branch collides with your forehead, and you immediately fall back onto the ground. You need to get up. You need to get up now.

It’s already too late.

He scoops you up effortlessly, ignoring your desperate flailing.

“Oh, ouch... That looked like it hurt. Hopefully it’ll only leave a small bruise. Anyways, I feel like I’m leaving a really bad first impression. You wouldn’t mind giving me a do-over once we get home, right? I mean— I feel like it was going well! Up until you got all freaked out. Not your fault, but next time maybe don’t run off like that.”

He doesn’t look human anymore. You’re looking into the slit pupils of some otherworldly being. It hurts to think too hard about it. It hurts to think at all.

He carries you back over to the spot you two had been before, taking you a bit further. Dread fills your stomach as he steps into the center of a ring of mushrooms and the world begins to melt around you. You can hear him whispering some reassurances to you, but you can’t process what he’s saying. Your eyelids feel so heavy. You don’t resist when he kisses your forehead, causing you to drift away entirely.

Sleep takes you under. It’s a relief. Nothing hurts anymore.

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Your eyelids slowly open, glazing over your new surroundings. Sunlight streams in through a hole in the ceiling, as well as a window that has been thoroughly wrapped in vines. The bedroom is luxurious, but definitely not in any traditional sense.

There’s a large tree in the very center of the room. It’s a grandiose thing with slim leaves and dramatic pink flowers. It looks well taken care of. Still, it’s a weird decoration to have in the middle of a bedroom.

The man— or whatever it was— that brought you here is nowhere to be seen. That’s probably for the best. It gives you more time to find a way out of this place.

You notice the door parallel to the bed and immediately make your way over to it. Locked. You’re not sure what else you expected.

So that settles it. You’ve been taken hostage by some weird magical creature for god knows why and you have no way of knowing where you are. At least he hadn’t restrained you. You could still escape. Things weren’t over yet.

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[onlinekitsune]

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn! reader, hurt/comfort, protective mammon, also loving and affectionate mammon, warnings for: bullying, mostly like rumors around reader, nothing graphic, physical, or detailed

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: nothing could prepare you for attending a school mostly made for demons. you didn't know what to expect or what not to expect. however, having rumors spread around you wasn't anywhere near your guesses. you'd thought that was just a human thing, clearly you were wrong. you kept them just between yourself and strayed away from the brothers. never expecting the impact that it would have on one brother in particular.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hello my beloveds!! i hope you are doing well!! i wanted to throw a lil thing out real quick. i'm still working on the cyoa, it should be out soon!! also wtf i never expected to hit 1k on ANY of my posts or even be close to 200 followers! it's a small achievement i suppose, but i started this blog out of impulse! and never intended to have people to enjoy my content, so i truly do appreciate it! also also i redid a taglist thing, if anyone is interested! no pressure! just thought i should maybe have one? i love u all mwah

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Your only company in the classroom was a single ray of moonlight peeking through the window. You scoffed at yourself for letting silly rumors get to you. You should’ve been used to them, especially going to an all human school. Atlas, here you were wasting your time hiding in classrooms. You didn’t want to burden any of the brothers with your problems. Although, you wouldn’t know if they’d be able to tell. Even so you didn’t want to drag their names along with yours. There was enough attention between you all when people found out you lived with them. You swung your feet, frustrated at how sensitive you were. Studying, that'd get my mind out of this gutter. You swung open the first textbook in your stack. It was about Curses and Hexes. The thought of using these against your classmates wove through your mind. You browsed through like they were some sort of catalog.

“Oi, there ya are! Where have ya been? Why are ya here still?” Mammon bombarded. You stumbled in your seat, dropping the book onto the ground. You would’ve followed if it wasn’t for Mammon’s quick reflexes. He held on your chair, raising an eyebrow.

“M-Mammon? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now”

“Coulda ask you the same thing! You’re studyin’ here? You could do that back home.” He replied, still right beside you. You tried to control your nervousness, but you felt your heart pound with every second. You avoided his gaze and hesitated. Guilt began to settle in, realizing he was looking for you.

“Yeah. I just, got caught up. You can go ahead, I’ll follow soon.” You laughed. It was hard recognizing your own voice. You just hoped it’d be enough for Mammon. He let go of your chair and moved from your view. You let out a soft breath, as you clutched your book.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Huh?” You let out, turning around. Mammon stood behind you, facing the door. He shuffled around, to face you. There was an odd look of worried splattered across his face.

“You’ve been actin’ weird these few days. You’ve avoiding everyone, but, specially me. Did ya just forget we walk back home together? I didn’t say anything bad right? Did-“

“It’s nothing to do with you, Mammon.” You interrupted. Your finger fidgeted along the points of the pages. You didn’t consider how this would of effected them. Silence fell upon hearing footsteps from outside of the classroom.

“... can't believe a human like them, is getting special treatment... like it's really annoying how... they're kinda weird too haha... living at the house of lamentation? ugh! why them... hate living with a human...”

Their words cut in and out like an lost signal. You sighed, just relieved they didn’t enter the room. On the other hand, Mammon was fuming. No one had the right to bad mouth you. He teased you but that was just a friendly thing! He gritted his teeth, heading towards the voices. You had the moment to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Wait. Mammon, don’t.”

“Why? They shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that! Specially ‘bout you!” He spat, glaring towards the door. His protectiveness pulled on your heartstrings.

“It’s whatever, just don’t get involved.. please.” You whispered, slightly tugging him away from the door. He turned to look at you. Your eyes were soft, and full of worry. And yet the shined so bright along with the moonlight. It was almost as if the light was there just to accompany them.

“Is this why you’ve been weird?” He asked. You felt your soul sink a pit in your stomach. The look on your face was enough of an answer to him. You dropped your head down, defeated by yourself.

“I…I didn’t want to drag you into this. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.” You muttered. You tried holding back the tears but they puddled along your waterline. "I wanted to be able to leave you all out of it." Mammon stood silent but still stood beside you. Your tears ended up pattering along the floor, spread around your feet. Being so vulnerable and open made you feel absolutely mortified. You didn't want anyone to know about this, and even worse, let anyone see you cry about it.

“It’s not stupid.” He replied, placing a hand on your own. You didn't realize that you had your hand still wrapped around his wrist. "Anyone would be upset."

"Mammon, I'm not a child. I should be able to just push these stupid rumors away. I'm just too sensitive."

"There ain't anything wrong with that. It's okay to be sensitive... it's actually a little refreshing." Mammon replied, falling into a murmur. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. "It's like comforting."

You tilted your head. It was a bit odd to see such a timid version of Mammon. "I-"

"We all love you! So, hiding from us only hurts everyone. I'm your first, so hiding from me... is just unbelievable! Ya should be able to come to me 'bout anything!" He blurted, grabbing ahold of both of your hands. You froze at the sudden change. Mammon was not the best at showing his emotions. But, here he was trying his best to pour out his heart to you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working. Even if he wasn't the best at words, the thought really shined through. A smile slowly made it's way through you. You squeezed Mammon's hands.

"I love you too. Thank you. I.. didn't mean to worry you." You nervously laughed. The silence fell through again, as the two of you just stood in each other's presence. Your eyes glanced between your hands intertwined and Mammon's expression. He shifted his head a bit, looking around. But before you could say anything, he'd already moved in to kiss you. It was quick but unexpectedly soft.

"Sorry! I shoulda asked? I'm sorry!"

You could only laugh at how stupidly cute he could be sometimes. You pulled him into a hug. You didn't expect this to be an outcome of what today had in store, but you'd take it. It was better than crying in a classroom.

"Stop apologizing, and... kiss me again."

[snakebites-and-ink]

Hero Villain Amnesia Whump CYOA thingy idk

Do I have other WIPs I should be working on? YES. Would it be better to space out CYOAs instead of running two at the same time? ALSO YES. But I think I was experiencing some form of partial writers block, and this was the only thing over 100 words I could get my brain to really work on. So…*gestures widely* enjoy I guess.

CW: Explosions (just in the background), multiple people trying to manipulate you, amnesia that was almost certainly inflicted deliberately, building falling apart around you idk

You wake up with no memory of where you are. 

As a matter of fact, you have no memory of…anything.

You take stock of your surroundings. Currently you’re in a room by yourself, with cuffs that look like they’re built to be a lot more effective than they are currently. The lights are dim and there’s some kind of alarm going off.

You get up and leave the room, wandering aimlessly, until you bump into someone moving with a lot more urgency.

“What are you doing here?”

You stare at them blankly. You don’t know any more than they do; probably less, actually.

“Whatever. I’ll get you out of here. Come on.” They hold out a hand, and having no better ideas, you take it.

They pull you through twisting halls in various states of damage. Some look untouched, some have floors full of rubble and air full of dust.

An explosion sounds some distance off, sending vibrations through the building. That probably explains the damage.

The stranger leading you rounds a corner and bumps into another person. Both of them practically bristle like a couple of furious cats upon seeing each other.

“Villain! Where are you going with them!?”

“Anywhere but here,” the person dragging you along—Villain?—grumbles, trying to go around them.

The newcomer steps to the side to block them. “Now hold on—”

“This is not the time, Hero! I know foiling me is your usual MO, but right now Superhero is absolutely off their rocker. Go deal with them and let us go.”

“If you think I’m just going to let you steal my sidekick—!”

“Your sidekick? They’re Superhero’s sidekick—and we just established Superhero’s gone crazy, so I’m taking Sidekick away from them if you don’t mind.” They try to step around Hero again, and Hero gets in their way again.

“I do mind, if it means you’re taking them back to your villain lair to join all of your villain cronies.” Hero catches your free arm, and they are admittedly gentler with you than Villain is. “I’ll keep you safe from Superhero. Please come home with me. You remember me, right?” They fix you with concerned, pleading eyes.

You don’t remember anything, but before you can explain that to them, a new voice cuts through the dust in a singsong tone. “My ears were burning~!” 

Villain swears, softly but emphatically, and runs toward the nearest door. They pause there and turn back to you, but look ready to bolt the rest of the way out at a moment’s notice. Hero lowers their arms almost as if afraid of getting in trouble, so both the hands that were on you are suddenly gone.

The new speaker steps into view and their eyes alight on you with a pleased smile. “There you are. Let’s get you back where you belong, hmm?”

“Superhero, you really need to dial it back—”

“Not now, Hero. I’d be happy to talk once I’ve dealt with this little breakout.”

So this is Superhero? You unconsciously take a step back; despite the discrepancies in their stories, both Hero and Villain talked like Superhero was someone to be concerned about, at least with the way they were right now.

Still, you can’t very well run until you know who to run from and who to run with. Out of control or not, maybe Superhero can set the story straight. You swallow, and ask, “Whose sidekick am I really?”

“‘Sidekick’? Is that what they told you? Cute, but we can’t give you a new identity until you’ve finished the program. Come with me and I’ll set you up. Quickly, if you don’t mind, I’ve got several more escaped villains to catch.”

“What?” you say.

“You’re a villain, love,” they coo, “which is why you need to come with me so we can get you through the remainder of the reformation program. Everything will be better then. Come on.” They turn to Villain and add, “you too.”

Now you have three stories that don’t match.

The stalemate doesn’t last long before Superhero’s head snaps to the side as if in response to a sound only they could hear. “I’ll be back to collect you soon. Don’t run too far now!” They leave in a new direction, moving quickly like they’re in pursuit of fresh prey.

“Let’s go,” Villain hisses, ducking out of the door and heading in the opposite direction of Superhero. Hero pushes you out of the room before you can sort through all the new information.

You’re back in the labyrinthine halls, which seem to be falling apart even more now. You have no idea how to get anywhere, so you follow Hero since they seem to have some idea of what’s going on and everyone else ran off in different directions while they were holding onto you.

You get increasingly turned around as they navigate the way through the ruined building, one hall after another.

“Wrong way!” Villain runs past you in the opposite direction. Moments later, it becomes clear why as you come into view of a gaping hole in the side of the building, most of the opening taken up by a large flying machine.

Hero pulls you back, immediately reversing directions, but before you can leave the way you came, someone appears in the doorway. Villain’s path was likewise blocked, and they’re nervously backing up to the center of the room with you.

A doorway of some sort opens on the machine in the wall. A figure appears in it, and you can just tell they’re the one in charge of all these new arrivals.

“You!” You didn’t even see Superhero come in but suddenly they’re tackling the other to the ground at a furious speed.

The two tangle before simultaneously withdrawing with no clear winner, both looking a little worse for wear but just as ready and able to keep fighting one another at the drop of a hat.

Superhero glances at you. “Told you I’d be back! I caught about half of the others, but someone—” they glared at their foe—“kept me from the rest. Let’s get you all reformed and you can leave this whole disaster behind you.”

The newcomer looks at you as well. “Come on, let’s go,” they order.

“Um…who are you?”

“I’m Supervillain, your boss. They messed with your head so you’d forget that.”

“That’s a lie!” Hero cries out, “They’re my sidekick!”

“Superhero’s sidekick,” Villain mutters.

“Oh, of course. They all offered you stories full of grandeur. A villain offered a second chance, or a heroic sidekick working with one of the best. Things you’d want to be real. I’m afraid the truth is far less glamorous. You were just a low level goon, until you showed unexpected levels of power, and they all decided they wanted a piece of the action. But I’m a generous boss. Come back to me, and you can rule by my side when we take over.” Supervillain gestures towards the entrance to their flying machine in invitation.

“Let’s get out of here,” Hero whispers in your ear. They’ve been eyeing one of the henchmen blocking the doors, and seem to like their odds.

“You don’t want to leave the reformation program half-done. I’ll fix you.” Superhero holds out their hand, a small smile playing at their lips.

“Psst!” Villain beckons you from a hole on the side of the building. They look like they’re itching to go.

You don’t know who to trust. If only you had your memory.

Follow-up poll

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

And that... Is the end of Flawed.

Or the one I hosted for my silly event here anyway.

[ TL;DR under read more: The lack of interest and stress I got from irl matters led me to drop the event and ending it early, but! I have a blog made for the sake of continuing/restarting the event.

Please vote on the poll if you want it to be catered to the reader or stick to Yesterday, and be unbiased, too. Vote what you want, and I'll try and make it happen.]

CONTEXT UTC:

So, I know you guys have a lot of questions, and I can't blame you. I know the biggest one in your mind right now, which is:

Why did I end Flawed early?

The reason why I ended Flawed was actually multiple. Please keep in mind that these are for my observations, and overall I'm not blaming anyone for this. I just noticed it and thought I should bring it up lol.

1. Writing for days burnt me out.

Although Flawed is a passion story/project of mine, writing so much burnt me out. And by a lot. There were days I struggled to think of writing because I have other commitments to do, and sometimes its why polls came out super late or super early. I tried to compensate for it by posting 1 poll a day, but when it didn't work, I pushed myself to make more for 1 day.

I wanted so badly for the whole event to flow like a CYOA because by next month (April), I won't be free to host this as I used to with OLC. However, in that process, I burnt myself out to the point I needed to take longer breaks/forget this event.

It sucks. I would not recommend doing this if you think you want to (because it is NOT worth it).

2. Interactions were... Lacking.

This event is interaction heavy, and the reason why is because you guys control the story that Yesterday and others are in. Naturally, this also affects the characters and how I shape Flawed from start to finish. I have a plot line for it, of course, but the interactions were... Not there.

I noticed the usual ones from my mutuals, sure, but there were moments that I felt like I was simply posting to no one. It was unfortunate during the time with Diluc, where I had hoped that some of you would go, but due to complications (ahem, the votes weren't able to decide on going when the deadline was up), I had to write how it's supposed to go with some... Changes.

It also made me feel sad to see that there weren't much (if at all) interactions to Yesterday. Tinuvion received a fair bit, which is nice because he's a little shit (please bully him lol), but Yesterday after the first week and a half just... Didn't get any. At least, in my records.

I'm not saying this to guilt you guys to interact more, but I am saying this because it feels sad for me to see that unlike OLC, this... Flopped. I had a lot of responses + moments planned if it took off that much, but... Oh well. There's always that one story that won't hit for everyone.

And finally:

3. Maybe you guys wanted it to be catered to you, not to an OC.

I had a feeling that, from the start, Flawed may not take off.

Unlike One Last Call (which was a matchup event + story), Flawed was a CYOA but you guys aren't the main focus/MC, Yesterday (my oc) is. I was hoping that with this method, you guys get to play the omnipotent voice and see how far the story can go until it's conclusion.

However, as I hosted the event for the next few days to weeks, I realized that it was simply too difficult. Maybe I wasn't prepared to host this type of format, as ambitious as it is, but I realized that maybe, you guys don't deserve this format and I should've made it catered to a reader insert instead.

It was hard for me to swallow the pill that this event may not be fun for the majority. I knew that having an OC be the MC + canon characters interact with them may be flaky at best (esp the whole OC x Canon being... well. very much a huge "oh dear"), but seeing minimal interaction/interest than my friends were (and people I admire, too. Hi Harmony! o/!!) and realizing that maybe I shouldn't have done this just... Made me regret it.

For that, I'd like to say:

I'm so, so sorry that this event failed. I'm very sorry if you guys expected it to be like OLC: about the reader/reader insert format.

I know it's not right for me to apologize, but I feel that I have to. I let all of you down, and I don't want you guys to be disappointed in something that you all don't like to see in this blog.

So I decided that I'll run this event in its own blog, but here's the thing.

I don't know if I should keep Yesterday in the blog.

I have to open up a poll for this, so here's the options you guys have for it's fate:

If you guys want it to be a reader insert game (aka you are the main star, not Yesterday), I will set up a menu to BUILD your personal darling.

This means that you guys get to decide how darling will look, the gender, their preferences, and even their job. However, this will be for your darling, and if darling dies, you can't use them anymore.

PROS: This is catered to the reader, and thus, you guys are the ones to choose your own destiny. I won't be the one to decide this time, and if the majority agrees on a specific option, your darling will do just that. This is also more open for variety + reader/canon interaction because I know some of you would have a lot of fun being able to see yourselves in the story.

CONS: When your darling dies, you get the chance to restart. However, the game will continue on with a new darling you guys will have to make and the stats reset to zero. The characters will also mention your past darling, and you'll have to restart from scratch. I still need to tweak this, but just know that it is VERY tricky for you if your first darling dies.

If you guys want it to stay the same (Yesterday is the MC), the format will remain the same.

This means what you witnessed here in the blog WILL happen on the other blog.

PROS: You guys get to either continue or restart with Yesterday's story, and with newfound knowledge, you get to choose more options that were previously unavailable. This also opens up to you all being able to essentially shape Yesterday's outlook + what'll happen to them, because you are the one guiding them to their happy ending.

CONS: This one does not offer a restart like the reader insert (one try only), and this could result to another "this'll flop because many people aren't interested". We've seen it happen here, so please decide wisely.

If you guys want BOTH, the format will be different as you have the option to build a darling (reader insert) or stick to Yesterday's story.

This means there will be a new system for both options to be available, alongside new menus!

PROS: You guys get to have a chance of an 'easy route' or 'hard route' and all of you can use your experience/s to get your desired ending for either one <3 go crazy lol

CONS: If you choose one of the two options for both, the latter will be locked. That's the only consequence I have for this one tbh.

So yes, I'd like to say thank you, and sorry for the fail of Flawed on this blog. I wish I could give you all the quality like in OLC, but there were... Too many things to consider. Sobs.

If you guys still want to continue, please lmk. I worked hard on Flawed and I still want to continue, but this time, its a permanent event and will be on my own pace.

Thank you for your support. Again. And I'll see you guys next time (be it a random fic or the next event <3)

[ministerlo]

CYOA Transformation (II)

Check out here for Part 1

John decided that he didn't want to lose all of his money on the first day he was in LA, so, instead he chose to take a stroll on the beach. Looking around at the absolute mess of his room, with all the unpacked boxes, John just sighed and decided to deal with it when he got back, John caught a picture of his reflection in the mirror, his hazel eyes scanned his body, he was pretty unassuming and average, if not having a little pudge here and there, looking at his body, John was grateful that he didn't bring any swimwear, as if he did, he would be compelled to wear it, after all, who went to the beach just to stroll around?

Picking up his keys John strolled down the bustling streets of LA, John looked around, seeing the colourful houses and the proud confident men, John felt a little insecure, he had tried to workout but it somehow never worked out, he sighed, as he continued to trudge his way to the beach.

Finally getting to the beach he looked around, surrounding him were a bunch of jocks and surfer bros, he felt out of place, sure he could just ignore them, but they infested every single corner of the beach, there was no escaping them.

However while John was debating to leave or not, someone had a very different idea of where John should be, or should become.

John continued to look around, before being shocked when he felt someone place their hands on his shoulder, turning his head around so fast that you would have thought he cracked it, facing him was what you would expect from a surfer bro, sun kissed skin, a mop of dirty blond curly hair, strong but not bulky muscles, and a pair of sunglasses on his face.

"Hey, you new here, never seen your pretty face around here." flustered, John stumbled back, spluttering, laughing at John's display the man raised his hands in a placating manner " woah, chill out dude, didn't mean to scare ya like that, my name's Horus, what's yours."

Shocked that this surfer/gymbro would want to talk to him John just shyly replied with his name, before he could say anything more however he was suddenly dragged by Horus to "get his grumpy ass to get some sun light", with John spluttering all along the way.

"Dude, what are you doing we just met." John said incredulously when he was finally let go, however instead of getting a response he just got a grin instead, John was furious, how could this random stranger just drag him around the beach, but when he looked at Horus's eyes that was his last mistake.

"Aww, come on, don't act like that little bro, just wanted you to get comfortable is all, after all, we can't have a stuffy guy like you at the beach ruining the vibe." he smirked, finally getting rid of his sunglasses revealing his hypnotic blue eyes. "Now just look at my eyes now, good boy."

John tried his best to avoid the eye contact of Horus, but he was trapped, lost in the hypnotic eyes of Horus, as he fell deeper into oblivion.

Seeing the almost blank stare of John, Horus smirked, "such a good boy, now put on these swim boxers for me won't you." John just nodded mindlessly, taking the offered swim trunks before promptly stripping and putting them on, and as he was putting the trunks on he felt a shiver down his spine as Horus clasped a shark tooth necklace around his neck.

"Good boy, now won't you follow me." Horus chuckled, as he walked to a more secluded place, not waiting for an answer, knowing that I would follow and agree to anything he said in this state.

As he finally settle down under the tree shade, Horus smirked, seeing the mindless expression on John, as he quickly invaded his mouth with a passionate kiss, feeling John slowly start to melt into it.

John mind was invaded by the pleasure that he was feeling from Horus's ministrations, and teasing, he could feel himself slowly falling, feeling the pleasure as Horus touched his cock, mind going absolutely blank.

Horus grinned, seeing the necklace glow as John's muscles started to expand and grow, fat draining away, making the perfect body for surfing and fucking, as he backed away for just a second he saw the wet patch of pre cum on swim trunks. he leaned in and whispered in John's ear "such a good horny boy for me, just feel all those pesky thoughts and irrelevant memories turn into cum and just flow into your dick, feel how much pleasure that gives you." and indeed John could feel the memories slowly draining as Horus rubbed his cock through his swim trunks, basic equations turning into basic ways to suck cock.

Seeing the glazed over look that John had replacing the sharp look Horus knew that his trance was working, now moving on to the next step, he invaded John's mouth again, replacing the gaps with new memories of being a surfer himbo, of meeting Horus and falling for him, becoming Horus's boyfriend and lover.

As all the memories set in there was just one thing to do to make it permanent "Cum for me babe." Horus whispered and with that John came, his former identity leaving his body with his cum, now no longer John but Apollo, Horus's dumb horny boyfriend.

"Fuck babe, your so good at this." Apollo chuckled, a dumb grin plastered on his face, but, he was caught surprised as he was pushed into the sand "Oh you though we were done, I still haven't been satisfied." Horus replied cheekily before promptly sticking his 8 inch dick into Apollo's welcoming heat, as Apollo's dick immediately turned rock hard as they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking.

The Next Day

As sweat and sea water dripped off of their bodies, Horus moaned in pleasure as he encouraged Apollo to continue his dick, "Fuck you're mouth is amazing babe. I'm going to cum." As Apollo's mouth was flooded with Horus's semen he exploded as well, just from the pleasure of serving him they both slumped in exhaustion from the day of fucking and riding the waves.

While Horus fell asleep, it took a bit longer for Apollo, as he gazed into the open sea, seeing a glistening tail on a man, jumping in and out of the water. On his left however there he saw the jungles, and in the distance, in front of a cavern, he saw a what seemed like a flick of a serpentine tail, deciding that he would deal with it later when he went out exploring with his boyfriend he promptly fell asleep, cuddled in his boyfriend's arms.

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 9. Eyes

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Content: CYOA format, poll options, Female cast, being spied on, hidden cameras, overstimulation/ overwhelmed, fear, pet trope, giant/tiny, cages, dubious handling/ dressing, doll house play, selective mutism, poor vision, (let me know if I missed any?)

Pov: Hamster, then switched to Ashley for the poll.

Poll winners: Take her to bed with you to sleep, and set up a nanny cam.

ART, WRITING, and POLLS UNDER THE CUT

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Ashley takes you into another room to look for something, and you can feel her reaching around in a drawer with her spare arm. She’s pressing you against her chest in a protective hold, and for a second you feel safer from the tiny man. She finds the little black box, and carries it beside you. Close enough that you can make out the incognito lens on it. You have no idea what it is, and brush off the confusion with the fact that you simply do not care about what she’s doing. She places it on top of the fridge, and fiddles on her phone for what feels like forever.

Finally she spouts a small, “Aha, got it set up!!” Then takes you to the bathroom to do her nightly routine. She tries to put you down again and when you cling to her finger she tuts, “Hon, I’m right here. Don't worry, I'm not leaving you. I can’t keep holding you, you have to let go.” Her voice is soft, and you have no choice but to trust her. 

You let go and feel a cushioning underneath you. The walls of your enclosure are made out of wicker. You’re in a picnic basket. Alone. Your breathing quickens until you hear Ashley’s voice still close to you with running water in the background. 

Eventually Ashley lifts up the whole basket and takes you to her bed. “Don’t worry my girl, I’m right here. Did a mouse try to get into your cage or something? Or was it just a bug that scared you? Are you scared of falling again…?” 

You shake your head slightly, and Ashley gets understandably more concerned. As she should be! She assures you again that you are safe and that the basket is to keep you even more safe so she doesn’t crush you or have you fall off the bed. 

All the reassurance seeps into your skin and finally your nerves calm enough to drift off into a restless sleep. 

The next day Ashley dresses you up into a frilly lolita dress with fabrics that fall over one shoulder to cover your cast. “We’re going to get you a gift today, Love,” she says while pushing you into your carrier travel case. It straps around her shoulder, and she takes you into town in it. The case is transparent but you can only see blurs of light, and hear the overwhelming sounds of busy city life. People can definitely see you however, and you’re complimented on how cute you are over a million times by strangers. 

Ashley goes into an office of sorts, and takes you out to hold you, showing you off to another person. The two talk for a long time about glasses, fittings, and other things you drown out from the conversation. Until finally you’re being placed on the counter to do a few vision tests. After that Ashley pulls a pair of goggle type glasses over your eyes, and you close them while she adjusts it around your head. She takes a picture of you for her blog as soon as you open your eyes, and holds the phone out to you.

You can see it… You can see clearly. You can see everything! It’s like magic! 

You can see the screen, the picture of yourself looking bewildered with your new glasses. You can see Ashley’s blog for once with all of the photos of you on it. Without hesitating you push your whole hand against her screen to make the pictures scroll quickly, seeing all of the model work you have done for her over the past few months. You’re beautiful… It causes your cheeks to flush and you smile for the first time in days. Giddiness rises in your chest. 

“That's you!” Ashley chimes and pockets her phone. “My sweet angel, we’ll have to thank your fans later for helping me out. Maybe a cute photoshoot with your new glasses-“ She rattles on while she plucks you off the counter. Now that you can see her, you notice the star shaped stickers on her face, along with scabbed up blemishes that aren’t covered. When she talks her front teeth show, and her eyelashes are longer than your arm, you’re sure of it. You gaze at her face for as long as you can before being placed back into the carrier. 

The ride home is too overwhelming with your new vision, plus the sounds, and jolts of the carrier bouncing off Ashley’s hip, so you close your eyes tightly until you get back home to be let out. You’ve almost forgotten about that scary boy, and go into your cage without a fuss. A yawn escapes you as you look down at the fluff surrounding you. It looks soft, and comfortable. Perfect to curl up in now. 

You startle when Ashley gasps, and to your surprise you can actually see her from across the room for once. She’s staring at her phone in disbelief. On the screen is an image of the dark haired boy who threatened you before. 

He’s been found out… He’s really going to kill you now. 

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And what should you do with Hamster for the next few days?

LINK TO POLL OPTION TWO!

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[codaattheend]

[tagged by @vhstapeworm]

("Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.")

IMMORTALIS is a FitMC-centric QSMP pseudo-prequel made in a fugue state over the course of four hours, during which half my time was spent figuring out how to do the title formatting. The corruption inherent in divinity, the sanctity of data, the differences between anarchy servers and narrativised servers manifesting as mind alteration and control. Even if you don't know anything about the fandom, I beseech you to click in just to see the title formatting. Perhaps hover/tap it as well...

Ghost Stories is a Schlackity fic about love irrevocably entwined with envy, trying and failing to move on from something you refuse to let go of, and a bit of cannibalism, both literal and metaphorical. It is one of the few fics I've written where I feel like I've properly captured the distinct emotional flavor I was attempting to convey. Here, it is bitterness, hunger, and longing long since rotting in the ground.

something deep and powerful is a D20: Neverafter gorefic about cannibalism. This is the only fic I've ever written that actively made me feel uncomfortable. I looked up so many concerning anatomy things for this fic. It is also, in its own way, about abusive mothers.

Swan Song is an AEduo Witcher AU fic made as part of a recursive telephone fic challenge (each work inspired by the previous), featuring curses, cycles, death, and the simple agony of loss. I'm decently proud of the tonality I managed to hit, like light through stained glass. I recommend reading the work this is inspired by and the next few works inspired by it, since we all got into a Witcher groove for a bit.

Paradox Cascade and its sequel/part two Killing Time are my first forays into the CYOA genre of fic, narrativisations of In Space With Markiplier parts one and two. These taught me so much about HTML, workskins, links, and more. They are decently ugly, un-innovative, messily made, and I love them. If I were writing them with the knowledge of CSS I have now, I would have done more ambitious things with them, but these taught me everything that I am using now for a new CYOA fic (that should have been finished over a year ago (for a 48-hour flash exchange (sorry Floral))).

(I think all the authors I know on this site have already been tagged, so if you see this and are a fic writer, consider yourself tagged. (Also, feel free to say hi.))

[freelancearsonist]

✨ 20 questions for writers ✨

thank you for the tag @amanitacowboy

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

i have yet to move anything over there 😩

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

n/a 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

pedro pascal boys, stranger things (eddie and steve my beloveds), oscar isaac, marvel... good grief the list just goes on

4. Top five fics by kudos

according to tumblr top:

#5: we need to talk about steven (moon knight system)

#4: even in the quietest moments (poe dameron)

#3: completely yours tonight (leto atreides)

#2: wingman (moon knight system)

#1: make a move on me (joel miller)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to respond to everything!! your comments feed me :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely the only heaven i'll be sent to it's like the only un-happy ending i've ever written 😭

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'm a sucker for happy endings so all of them 🥲

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully no! you are all so lovely 🥰

9. Do you write smut?

the question should be do i write anything BESIDES smut 💀

10. Craziest crossover?

probably the supernatural cyoa au thing i wrote for dieter (heart of the cards)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no thankfully! let's keep it that way please :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i really want to!! (this is an invitation)

14. All time favorite ship?

this is tough jsdfsdjlsj can i say din x grogu platonic???? i just love a good reluctant father and his carefree son 🥹

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the 1970's organized crime fighting FBI agent javi p au 🥲 the idea is very ambitious and it's probably going to end up novel-length if i ever actually get the energy to finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think my dialogue is my strongest point??? i love to yap 😌

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

probably atmosphere 😅 i just feel like i'm not very good at settings or environment sjdflksdfj

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i wrote a whole fic with only spanish dialogue so fjskfjsdf yes?

19. First fandom you wrote in?

uhhhh captain america fic on quotes don't look @ me

20. Favorite fic you've written?

this is a cross! between all that we see or seem and in shades of gray and candlelight i just had so much fun writing twisty turny stories and i'm very proud of the finished products :)

np tagging @schnarfer @futuraa-free @sp00kymulderr @chronically-ghosted @kedsandtubesocks (sorry if you've already done this ignore me ilyyyyyy)

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

I have been reading your work for years now (living for the CYOA updates, truly), and I just need you to know what an impact your Lily has had on me.

I've noticed in multiple of your fics (Shelf-Awareness, CYOA, AOOUC, etc), Lily is this high-achieving person who reaches what "success" should be in her career, only to realize she's really unhappy with her work/life balance. And then she chooses something that is less conventionally seen as "successful", but it makes her happier and she has the time to devote to her passions & her family & friends (and she's still so good at her new path!). And it's so obviously the right choice for her and she's still the same wonderful and witty person (read it and weep, Kit) despite having chosen a different career path.

I just need to tell you how much comfort that has brought me. I, too, was a "high-achiever," but my high aspiring career goals didn't work out the way I thought they would, primarily because I realized I just don't value working all the time. But I've had the hardest time shaking that feeling that I'm a failure or that I'm 'not enough' because I'm not living up to some imaginary potential that I gave myself. But then I read your fic, and I feel better knowing that someone like your Lily could choose to walk away from her law career and still be this character that I absolutely adore; I actually get so proud of her for making that choice when you write her making it. I read your fic and love your Lily and feel proud of her choices and then lambast myself for making a similar choice??? That makes no sense! I'm being Kit, but TO MYSELF. Genuinely, the number of times I've been in a spiral and found comfort in the idea that your Lily is still valuable and good and brilliant after walking away from "The" career... innumerable.

So. Thank you for writing her. Truly, from the bottom of my heart. Her journey in CYOA in particular has meant so much to me.

Hey, this response is not going to be nearly as long as you deserve but I wanted to let you know that I read this ask right after I'd finished crying because I was feeling so ill and super anxious about it, and it was the nicest boost I could have asked for. I am so so so glad to have done you some small bit of good with my writing and I remain flabbergasted that it's something I'm even able to do. I genuinely think it's a real shame that we rarelyl see narratives in popular media around a character being brave enough to walk away from the thing they worked so hard for once they realise that it's not what they wanted it to be. I think we're sold the "work hard and achieve and your dreams will come true" dream too often, and that a lot of people feel trapped in gilded cages of their own making. Lily felt like the perfect character to explore that with, and the fact that it means something to you that I wrote it makes me feel happy and fulfilled beyond belief. So thank you for sending this to me, it means more to me than I can properly express, and I hope that you're having a truly wonderful week.

[thebluestbluewords]

CYOA: Jailbreak

(read the previous section here)

“Thank you, Evie!” you shout. The crowd churns in front of you. You’re a little dizzy with it. Like being seasick on dry land, only it’s just the nerves churning up your stomach. “I’m proud to announce that there’s been a little change of plans!” 

“Mal, what?” Evie whispers. “There hasn’t been a change. We didn’t get anyone else authorized.”

You squeeze her hand.  “Trust me.” 

Evie’s mouth tightens down into a bold red line. “I do. With my life, M. You’re sure about this?” 

“As sure as I’ve ever been,” you whisper, and you wait for Evie’s nod before turning back to the crowd. “We couldn’t tell you before this, because we’ve been working on a surprise for everyone. Even the king.” 

The crowd jeers. Home sweet home. You can’t hold back the smile that bubbles up with the familiar sound of kids cackling. 

“Shut up, shut up, all of you! I’m trying to do something here! As I said, there’s been a change of plans. We’re still taking four of you with us, but we’re not taking just four of you. We’re taking all you brats who want to come over!” 

Evie’s gasp is quiet. Over the roar of the crowd, it’s practically nothing. An absence of sound. An inhale where there should be a shout. 

“We can’t.” 

You lean into her side, pressing your cheeks together as you smile for the camera, just a princess and her councilor, united together in front of absolute mayhem. “We can. We’ll get them off, Eves, and they’ll be safe. We can give them the world, just like you wanted.” 

“How are we going to do that?” 

You can’t kiss her, not yet. No matter how much you want to. You may not have all the details worked out just yet, but you’ve got a plan. 

[gothfoxgirlboy]

SPAAAAACE!!!!!!

After a few weeks of work I have finally completed my space CYOA, Edge of the Galaxy, and I have put it in the folder with my other public CYOAs.

Everyone can play it here

If you have submitted a charcter I should have sent you a link to a folder on google drive. The interactive version has been uploaded there and you can access it like the other interactive CYOAs

If you want to submit a character submit them here. I will still give access to the interactive version.

I'm not fully happy with it so I will be working on a few updates for it in the future.