#knowing exactly what the somg was and where it would be

[pawbeanies]

watchign anime during stale bread brain time was a horrible idea. ugly cried over yaoi

[talesofthebastardbard-fiction]

Somg of damned Is a Wip historical fantasy set in 19th century Italy. This game is +18 due to somewhat heavy themes, including parental abuse(The parent/child relationship will be one of the big themes, so expect a lot of trauma on that), transphobia for trans MCs, death, blood, sex and religious themes. It also contains references to demonic possession and takes some liberties with Christianity. Also it's my first wip, so criticism when the demo comes out is welcome. Furthermore, the title is provisional.

Synopsis

Italy, After the Congress of Vienna.

Growing up in a convent without parents isn't exactly the most beautiful thing in the world. However, in your small town you are well known for your talent as an exorcist, which is viewed with admiration from some, like your master, and horror from others.

It almost seems like demons run away from you very easily, especially during an exorcism the demon seemed almost scared, so when you are called together with your superior to exorcise an important person seems to be everything normal. Too bad you don't know that it's a family reunion that could throw you into a cosmic chessboard.

Setting

Customize your MC, including personality, pronouns, gender, appearance and path. You will be an altar child or do you want to give up everything to go and fight the Austrians?

Choose your demonic lineage from the nine hellish lords/ladies, each with its own character, and shape your relationship with your parent of a customizable gender.

Explore pre-unified Italy and take part in revolutionary movements (perhaps even participating in secret meetings)

Choose a partner or keep your vow of chastity.

Choose whether to remain faithful to your oath as an exorcist or screw it all up and embrace your demonic nature.

Ro (under construction)

Maria/Michele:Your best friend, you have known each other since childhood as you both grew up in a convent. Their faith in the Lord and in human goodness is very strong, but what will happen if they discover that perhaps things are not as they imagine?

Nicola/Nicoletta:Young poet and children of impoverished nobles, their father would like to marry them off to good men to return to their old splendor. Romantic option who prefers people of their gender.

Teresa/Tommaso:Child of the mayor of the city where you grew up, they grew up in luxury and also very spoiled, knowing nothing of the world and with no regard for the poor. When their parent becomes possessed by yours and they have to face reality, will they be able to change their minds?

Vincenzo/Vittoria:Practical innkeepers, they manage their family's inn together with some friends and to increase their income they sometimes host members of secret societies against the Austrians. They are not believers, but when they discover everything and the possibility of becoming rich for life, they are willing to believe.

Mumiah: A former angel of heaven, they fell after failing to protect a person and have since traveled the earth drinking like a sponge and doing small delivery jobs. It's an asexual romantic option, but it is not aromatic.

Demo(Out)

[who-is-this-nerd]

I wrote a Glee fic. It’s all love n fluff.

-

Five years ago today, my girl, the one who I made a baby with (and we gave up for adoption) said yes when I asked her out. I could not have been more happy then, and and more overjoyed now-on our five year anniversary.

Since that fateful Glee reunion with everyone else, where she became my official girlfriend, we’ve been busy.

...No, not that kind of busy, I mean the moving-across-the-country-and-career-orianted kind of busy.

After graduating from Yale (At the top of her class, I might add), Quinn got a job at an adoption agency, and after Finn’s death and then High School Graduation, I wound up in the military.

“So Puck, are you eventually going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked, swinging our intertwined hands and pulling me from my thoughts.

“I can’t ruin a perfectly good surprise, babe!” I teased. “We’ll be there in a moment, anyway.”

“Aw, you know I hate surprises...”

“But I know you’ll love this one!” I smirked.

“I suppose I have to expect this, knowing what today is.” She grinned. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Quinnie.”

The conversation stopped, then, and we walked on in companionable silence. Around us, green leaves grew on the trees, the light April wind signifying that Spring was indeed upon us.

I looked at Quinn then and smiled. Sometimes it still didn’t seem real that life could be this good.

I shook my head, frowing amusedly. It also seems weird to think that I once thought I would never graduate high school...

“What’s wrong, Puck?”

She can always tell when something’s up. She knows me so well.

“Nothing. I just...I’m thinking about how much has changed for me in the last five years. I remember when I felt like I wouldn’t graduate high school, and I remember thinking after you got pregnant with Beth that you wouldn’t ever actually want to be with me.”

“But you did graduate, and I am with you. And I think I should inform you that I don’t plan on leaving. Ever.” That last sentance dripped with cheek. “Before Beth, and before the whole thing with Shelby...I was so naieve. I thought I already knew everything. I thought I only wanted Friends with Benefits, because I thought I would be better at handling life alone.”

“But you’re not alone.”

“I know.”

A comfortable silence enveloped us again, and a few minutes later, a fancy resturant came into view.

“The Little York Coffeehouse!” She squealed. “Oh, remember when we used to come here with Rachel and Kurt...”

I held the door open, and she gasped again as the pair of us walked inside.

“RACHEL! KURT!” Quinn ran towards our friends from Glee, letting go of my hand and enveloping the two in hugs.

“For being the only two other Glee kids who live here, it’s been too long since we’ve seen you!” She admonished, and I giggled.

“Rachel, Kurt! It’s wonderful to see you both!”

We took seats by a bay window, and a barista came by to take our order.

“I’ll take an espresso, please.” I began.

“Nonfat lattè.” Rachel piped up.

“I’ll just take water, thanks.” said Kurt.

“I’ll take an espresso as well.” Quinn said to the barista. “With a shot of vanilla flavoring.”

“Wonderful, I’ll be back with those in a minute.” The barista said, sprinting away.

“So Rachel, how’s the pregnancy?”

“It’s going well! I’m 32 weeks along now. The doctor said the baby wouldn’t be in any danger if she came now, and thankfully, that I wouldn’t either.

“And you’re a surrogate for Kurt and Blaine, aren’t you?” Quinn interrogated.

“Well, when they asked, I just couldn’t say no!” the short brunette answered cheerfully. “Jesse took the idea in stride, of course.”

“I think he was more on board with the idea when Blaine and I asked him to be the Godfather.” Kurt added dryly.

“You two are going to be the best dads! Where is Blaine today, anyway?”

“He’s stuck at work. He would have loved to see you both, especially to celebrate your anniversary. Ah well, I bet you’ll see him tomorrow, if not later today!” He giggled behind his hand and winked.

I shot him a glare. Dude, that’s supposed to be a surprise.

“Noah...” I gulped. Quinn, on my request, did not use my first name often-except for when she spoke in her warning voice, like, you best tell me what’s going on right now, Mr. The way she said it now seemed to be one such of those times.

“What did he mean by that?”

I smirked (and so did Rachel and Kurt, who knew what the surprise was. In fact, she, Kurt, Jesse, and Blaine were going to be joining us). Before I could speak, however, the barista walked over with our drinks.

“Here you go guys! Have a great day!” She left, and I decided to spoil half of the surprise.

“Hey Quinn...how would you like to go to Lima today?”

She gasped in response, obviously elated.

Her exitement was all the answer I needed.

-

“We’ll see you two at the airport in an hour.” I said in farewell.

“Does...that mean they’re coming with us?” Quinn asked me, puzzled, as we stepped outside where it had started to sprinkle.

“That makes you happy, I hope?”

“Ecstatic, of course! But Puck, this is a lot to take in...what’s happening, and why didn’t you tell me about this? It seemed like Kurt and Rach already knew.”

“Surprises, surprises, dear! It’s a special day!”

“Can you promise me that there will be no surprises tomorrow? That you’ll tell me exactly what’s going on tomorrow?”

“I can’t promise that, dearest.” I smirked.

“...I really wish that my birthday wasn’t the day after our anniversary sometimes.” She grumbled.

I smirked again.

-

Several hours later, we were on a plane to Lima. Quinn was asleep next to me, her head on my shoulder. I caressed her short blonde hair, but looked up when Rachel spoke across the asle.”

“Hey Puck! You nervous?”

“Despite the fact that I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry this girl since high school...yes, I am.”

“Well, I think it’s good to be nervous. That’s how you know you’ve made the right choice.” said Jesse.

His wife next to him linked her arm in his. “I agree. I think nerves are based on instinct.”

“Deep.” I chuckled.

“You guys are a match made in heaven. She’ll say yes, I guarentee it.” Kurt, ever the romantic, piped up from behind me.

“I hope so.” I patted the sleek black box that was in my pocket.

“Can I see the ring?”

I pulled it from my pocket. “Just don’t pull it out of the box, Rach.”

She gaped. “Wow, it’s gorgeous, Puck. She’ll love it.”

“For that price, she’d better,” I muttered.

“Hey! It’s not the price that matters, but the girl-or boy-you’re giving it to!” Kurt admonished.”

I raised my hands in mock surrender at the look the man was giving me. “You’re right, you’re right.”

-

Until the plane landed, I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.

“Quinn.” I whispered, attempting to shake her awake. “Quinnie bear.”

Kurt looked over and rolled his eyes. Apparently, he was having the same problem witn Blaine. These two could sleep through a tornado.

“Quinn!” I said, more loudly this time.

Eventually, I debated on using her first name, though I knew how much she hated it. Finally, at the risk of being punched when she woke up, I decided to.

“Lucy,” I said, speaking loud and clear.

Instantly, Quinn’s head popped up like a daisy. “My name’s not Luc-wha...-“

I giggled. “We’re here, love.”

She smiled in realization.

“Did you succeed in waking Blaine, Kurt?”

“I’m getting there, but he sleeps deeper than a bear in hibernation.”

I laughed outright, along with Rachel and Jesse, who had already pulled down their luggage from the above compartment.

“Blaine!” Kurt half-shouted.

“Are we there yet...?” Blaine mumbled, opening his eyes reluctantly.

“Yes, and that’s why you need to wake up.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, and the rest of us around him, even Quinn who was fully awake now, chuckled.

The two men stood up, pulling their own luggage from the top compartment, and Quinn and I did the same.

As we walked out of the airport, Quinn asked, “Are you at least going to tell me where we’re going?”

“We’re all staying at my Dads.” Rachel answered. Not sigular, as in Dad’s, but plural, as in more than one.

“Oh, well thank you.”

“Yeah, thanks Rachel. That’s very kind of you and your parents.”

Later that night, after a delicous dinner of (meat free for Rachel) spaghetti and garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, and singing a few somgs at the piano (as former glee club kids, we couldn’t resist), we went off to bed, not rising until morning.

-

Happy birthday, Quinnie bear!” I whispered, kissing her on the forehead as she slowly woke up.

“Thanks baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Should I shower first, or do you want to?” She asked, sitting up.”

I grinned wickedly. “Together?”

She rolled her eyes, and amused smile forming on her lips.

“Do we really have time for that, with all of the magical...birthday stuff you have planned for today?”

Touchè. “Fine. I’ll let the birthday princess go first, of course, since you’ll probably need just short of forever to get ready.”

She stood up, sticking her toungue out at me playfully before she walked to the bathroom.

I smiled amusedly and walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Today’s the day!” Kurt cheered when he saw me. “You excited?”

“I feel like I might vomit. Whether that’s from nervousness or exitement, I can’t tell.”

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna go great!”

“I talked to Shelby, Coach Sue, Mr. Schue, Emma, Sam, Tina, Mercedes, Mike, Brittney, Santana, and Artie a few minutes ago, They want to know what time you want them there.”

“Well, I’ll hopefully be bringing Quinn around one, so maybe just before then, I guess. Remember how Mr. Schue had all the teachers give Emma flowers as she walked through the halls? I think I’m going to have you guys, Mike, Britt, Tina, Santana, Mercedes, Sam, Artie, little Beth, Shelby, Emma, Coach Sue, and Mr. Schue do the same thing.”

-

Quinn stepped out of the shower gingerly, mind racing. I wonder if today’s the day? No, he’d wait until we’re back in New York for that. Right? Just in case, I should dress nice...

After looking through the clothes I brought multiple times, and feeling grateful that I brought a few dressy articles of clothing as well as casual clothes, I evetually chose a spaghetti strapped yellow sundress with white polka dots.

After brushing my hair, applying some light makeup, and painting my nails a bright cherry red, I walked out to the kitchen where Kurt was making pancakes. I turned until I found Puck. “Your turn for the shower, love.”

“You look incredible. I’ll be back!”

“Happy birthday, Quinn!” Kurt shouted then, when he eventually spotted me.

“Happy birthday!” Rachel said, walking forward to hug me.

“Thanks, guys.”

If he doesn’t ask today, I hope he does soon.”

-

She sighed, looking around contentedly at all the people who felt like family regardless of whether she Puck proposed today or not.

[reallybitchymoon-blog]

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