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Snake in the Garden Pt 2~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hello, everybody! And welcome to part 2 of Snake in the Garden! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I can't wait to see what you guys think. There will be a couple more parts after this one, so be on the lookout! At the end I will have a taglist of people. If you would like to be added, don't hesitate to comment. Again, I'm sorry if Lucifer is OOC. I tried my best. As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2877

Warnings: Swearing, Mental Breakdown, Forced Companionship, Possessive Tendencies, Ignoring One's Wishes

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I sighed as I shifted in the large King sized bed. It was quite comfortable with red silk sheets, fuzzy blankets and so many pillows one could almost make an igloo. While the mattress was quite huge, I wasn’t given much room to move. Currently His Majesty had his inky black arms wrapped around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. The heat of his breath and body felt hotter than the fires of Hell. I tried to shift again but he just cuddled closer. “Just five more minutes, darling.”

“Please, Lucifer-”

“I love it when you say my name,” he purred.

“I really need to go to the bathroom. I promise I’ll come right back.”

He hummed and I shuddered as his claws lightly tapped at my hip. “I suppose I can allow it. But do be quick, I’ll miss you.”

His grip loosened and I was quick to sit up. Fast walking to the bathroom, I shut and locked the door behind me. While there was no doubt in my mind he could use some magic to open the door if he wanted to, the lock soothed some sense of protection in me. A sigh of relief escaped me as I sat on the toilet and let my hands run down my face. I didn’t really need to use the bathroom, it was just a lame excuse to get away for a few minutes. After all, it had only been a few hours since I found out my little Red was actually the Devil himself and I was being ushered into the role of Queen of Hell. I shook my head as I tried to get rid of the look of adoration he held in his eyes throughout the night. It was frightening. Silently, I played with the hem of my favorite color nightgown as I tried to think of a way out of this. 

It’s not like I could kill him. He seemed pretty agile on his feet and with magic on his side he’d be able to stop a fatal blow.

Leaving wasn’t an option either. There was palace staff everywhere, little demons with suits waiting for their master’s beck and call. The property was guarded by David and Goliath as well. Besides, I didn’t really know the layout of the castle and would just be going in blind, despite the elaborate tour I had gotten.

The final thought was to play into his game, make him believe I was in love with him. I mentally gagged. Not only did I think I wouldn’t be able to handle pretending to be a fan of his courtship, I feel he would be able to sniff out my intentions right away. He was an ancient being of many eons after all and he had a previous wife.

I looked up from my thoughts and gazed at the Victorian stained glass window in front of me. The window was able to be pulled apart in the middle as there was a latch on either side. Hold on a minute.

I got up and stalked over, undoing the golden latch quietly. Looking down, I gulped at how high up we were. The dead grass seemed miles away. Perhaps if I got a rope of some sort I’d be able to climb out? 

“Darling, are you almost done in there? It’s getting quite lonely out here.”

“C-coming!”

I quickly closed the window, flushed the toilet, and turned on the sink. Can’t have him believing I was a liar already. A few seconds later I shut off the sink and unlocked the door. Opening it, I could see Lucifer’s gaze shift towards me and a smile peeled at his lips. He patted the empty side of the bed so I slowly walked over. I peeled back the thin black curtain that surrounded the four poster bed and sat. His claws slid across the blankets and planted themselves on my thigh, his thumb rubbing the flesh tenderly. “I’ve canceled all my meetings for the day to help try and get you more situated, dear. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“I suppose.”

I turned my head to glance at the blankets, my fingers drawing patterns being more entertaining. Suddenly a knock at the door had us both looking towards it. “Sire, breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you. We’ll be down in a few.”

“Of course, Sire.”

I heard little footsteps scurry away. “I guess that’s our cue to get up.”

He pulled back the blankets and I blushed upon seeing him shirtless and with boxers that had apples all over. I had forgotten that’s how he went to bed. He slipped past me and headed to a dark oak wardrobe across from the bed and opened it. Lucifer shifted through the various clothes before deciding on something. He brought out two hangers and laid them on the bed. One was the white suit that he wore yesterday and the other was a lacy white blouse, velvety green skirt and black boots. “I’ll admit I don’t have many options for you to wear as of right now. We’ll have to go shopping together sometime soon. I hope this will suffice for now.”

“It’s fine, thank you.”

I slid off the bed, grabbed my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I locked the door and began to strip. It took me a few minutes to do up the buttons on the blouse but once I was done I walked back into the bedroom. Lucifer was just putting on his boots while I draped my nightgown over the back of a chair. “Well don’t you just look enchanting, my dear.”

“Always the charmer, aren’t you?” “I’m just stating the truth.”

He leaned over and gave my cheek a kiss. I just huffed. “Shall we go?”

I nodded. Interlocking our arms together, Lucifer led the way to the dining room. It was quite the grand room with a chandelier hanging above the large table. The blonde pulled out my chair for me and scooted it in once I had sat. He placed himself across from me and as soon as we were situated a few castle staff came out. They placed a mug in front of each of us, a dark roast coffee smell emitting from it. Plates were put on the table as well. A couple of eggs, sausage and bacon were put in the form of a happy face, something I’m sure Lucifer had a hand in. Breakfast was quiet as the King looked over his newspaper and I poked at my food. From what I ate it was quite good, just uncomfortable with those red eyes gazing at me every once in a while. 

When the table was cleared, the two of us walked towards the Devil’s workshop. Lucifer gently pushed me into a black high backed chair as he sat on a stool on a podium. I looked at all the rubber ducks that filled the various containers spread throughout the room wondering why. Why rubber ducks? Why so many?

“I hope you don’t mind me working on my latest creation, dearest.”

“Not at all. But, um, what am I supposed to do?”

“Ah, how foolish of me! Here you are.”

A book materialized on the table in front of me and I realized it was one of my favorites. “I hope that is alright.”

I nodded and flipped it open. For a few hours our time was spent like this: him working on his latest invention and I reading. A little bit in I became a bit restless. I placed my book down and gazed around the small room. Besides the rubber ducks and table I sat at, there were other various knick knacks on bookshelves, tools hanging on the walls and some framed photos. The photos had the same three people in them: Lucifer, a beautiful blonde woman and a young blonde girl. Could that be his wife and daughter he mentioned before? “And, done!”

Lucifer spun on his stool to face me and proudly held out his creation. It was a yellow rubber duck with red music notes painted all over it. “How…interesting.”

He stood and placed the duck in my hands. “I know it may look normal, but this is no ordinary duck. Here,” he squeezed the wings and suddenly music came spilling from its beak. 

It was a romantic tune, one I didn’t recognize but sounded familiar. It sounded like a song I’d hear play from the church I’d walk past every day. “It’s music from my birth place. The tune was often played at our festivities and it just reminded me of you.”

“Well, thank you, I guess.”

I sat the duck down on the table and sighed. There he goes with the romantic gestures again. “Is it not to your liking, my love?”

“No, it's just…nevermind.”

I could feel his hands wrap around my shoulders and I tensed. “What’s wrong, Y/n? You’ve been off all day.”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it!”

“I want to go home. My actual home on Earth. I, I don’t belong here, Lucifer.”

I could feel tears in my eyes as I gazed down at my hands in my lap. The hands on my shoulders squoze. “You know I can’t do that, sweetie. Your place is by my side here in Hell.”

I clenched my hands and bit my lip. Anger started to slowly rise within me. I stood fast, Lucifer’s hands flying off my shoulders. “How can you decide where I belong? You’re not my father nor are you my husband. Can’t you see how much I hate it here? How much I hate you?!”

His eyes widened and I rushed out of the room. I heard him call for me but I just ignored it. Tears fell down my cheeks as I let my legs carry me throughout the palace till I reached the outside. I fell to the ground near a hand carved stone bench and let my feelings out. I truly didn’t want to be courted by the Devil and no way did I want to remain in my own personal hell. Why couldn’t things be back to normal where I could tend to my garden and have Red join me? Red, that damn snake. Why did he have to come into my life? If only I hadn’t let my kind nature tend to him, then perhaps I’d still be home. “Damn him! DAMN HIM!”

I slammed my hands on the bench and continued to cry. It felt like an eternity till all my crying had ceased and I took the time to look around. That’s when I noticed something in the overgrowth surrounding the fence on the property. I stood and made my way over, pulling at the wiry, thorny brush. My eyes widened as I saw a hole in the fence. Could this be a sign from God? Was he giving me a way out? I looked back at the palace and then back to the fence. As much as I wanted to leave now I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. Lucifer was no doubt looking for me and leaving would only heighten his upset emotions. I’ll just have to keep this in mind.

I moved the brush back to how it was originally and stepped away, just in time too. One of the servants came out from the glass doors and headed towards me. “Miss Y/n, His Majesty has been looking all over for you! He’s been worried sick!”

I didn’t say anything as he gently grabbed my hand, dragging me inside. “Come along. He’ll be glad to see you in one piece.”

The next few days Lucifer and I spent walking on eggshells around each other. There was an awkward air about us as we went about our days. I suppose my outburst was the cause of it. Even with our hesitation, the demon did his best to court me. Meals were spent in each other’s presence at close proximity, gifts of flowers, rubber ducks and long walks around the property were fairly common, and intimacy was at an all time high. Lucifer had to have his hands on me at all times and kisses on the cheeks and forehead happened at every turn. It was about a week later that His Majesty decided it was time we went out into the city. One of the servants drove us in and the ride over I was given some guidelines. “You are to stay by my side at all times. Pentagram City is quite the dangerous place. If somebody gets too close, I will deal with it personally. Anybody that talks to you will go through me and please dear, don’t hesitate to have fun.”

I’ll try with the short leash you have on me.

The car stopped and Lucifer and I got out. He stooped to the window and whispered something to the driver before coming to my side. Interlocking our arms, we began our walk. “I thought some fresh air away from home would do us both some good, my darling. Besides, this will give us a chance to look for some clothes for you.”

I nodded. As we walked down the sidewalk I could feel a dozen stares pointed in our direction, whispers about our presence floating amongst the civilians. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind but with all the gawking I felt a bit shy. As we passed by an ornate window display, he stopped suddenly. “This seems right up your alley, sweetie.”

He pulled us inside the store. We stood at the entryway and I couldn’t help but gaze at the various clothes. It seemed this shop was more on the posh end, with skirts, dresses and fancy blouses decorating the mannequins. The store itself was a bit busy as customers wandered, but as soon as we entered all eyes were on us. I did my best to shrink into myself while Lucifer puffed out his chest in pride. “Your Majesty, welcome! How grand of you to grace us with your presence! How can we help you today,” asked a female imp in black clothes. 

“My darling here is lacking a wardrobe at home, so I thought it fit to come and look around.”

The woman looked me up and down and smiled. “I’m sure we can find something for your sweetheart. If you’d like to follow me please we can start looking at some pieces.”

I looked to the short man beside me and he just nodded in her direction. “Don’t be shy, dear.”

The two of us followed along as the imp pointed out some options, Lucifer stating his opinion on each one. When we had grown quite the collection, we were led to the fitting rooms in the back. The King perched himself on a plush bench as I stepped into one of the smaller rooms. As I was getting dressed, I heard a phone going off. The circus ringtone rang throughout the store until it stopped when the person picked up. “Charlie, sweetie, how are you?”

I stopped upon hearing Lucifer’s voice. “That’s great to hear. You and Maggie had a good date the other night? Wonderful. How have things at the hotel been? Any recent sinners looking to be redeemed?”

Redeemed? I scooted closer to the curtain to listen in. “I see. Heaven is giving you a hard time, eh?”

Heaven? “What am I up to? Oh your old man is just taking a stroll through town. Listen Charlie, I am quite busy at the moment. How about I give you a call later, okay? Alright sounds good. Buh bye. How’s it going in there, Y/n?”

I stepped out and a smirk rested itself on his face. “My, my. Don’t you look lovely. You know, if we were back at home I don’t think I could hold myself back from ravishing you.”

I felt a shudder go up my spine. Gross!

“I like that blouse on you. It brings out your eyes very nicely. How about trying some more on for dear ole Luci?”

“O-okay.”

I slammed the curtain shut and let myself gag at what he had said earlier. How very forward of him. Now about this hotel…maybe this could be my ticket out of here. 

“Lucifer?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Who was that on the phone?”

“Oh, that was my daughter Charlie!”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a great relationship with her?”

“I don’t, but we’re working on it. I’m helping her with her little passion project.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Gotcha.

“The Hazbin Hotel. She believes she can solve Hell’s population problem by getting sinners redeemed into Heaven. I honestly don’t see the point, but if helping brings us closer together then I’ll be there for her.”

“I see.” Perhaps if I went the Princess of Hell could get me back to Earth!

After I had tried everything on, we went to the checkout counter and bought a few pieces. I carried the bags back to the car and the whole time I brewed up a plan on how to escape.

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needing more izuku stuff !!!!

would love any kind of perv izuku🙏‼️

also love the writing style!

I LOVE IZUKU AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ABOUT HOW GROSS AND PRECISE HE’D BE IF HE WAS A PERVERT ESPECIALLY TO THE NEW MOM NEXT DOOR !!! I GOT SLIGHT CARRIED AWAY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, THANK YOU FOR THIS INSPIRATION AND BEING MY FIRST REQUEST! HOPEFULLY OTHERS WILL COME FORWARD WITH ANOTHER REQUEST! ૮꒰ྀི◜༝◝ ꒱ྀིა

Mentions of: stalking, surveillance, dubcon/noncon, single mom, self-gratification, drugging, manipulation, insecurity, paranoia, intruder staging/descriptive imagery.

♤ Pervert Izuku is perfect by design; very sweet, humble but it’s not overbearing, helpful, handy, and most importantly, good with kids.

 ♤ You quickly became his target, and the day you moved in, Izuku insisted on helping you carry everything in. Naturally, as many mothers, you were apprehensive to accept the newly acquainted young man inside your home and denied his assistance. Izuku quickly responded by mentioning his own single mother, how he only wants to make her proud, and how she would hit him across the head if he didn't help you.

 ♤ Izuku is a wonderful liar; he did not lie about his single mother, nevertheless he has already made her proud in many ways. Izuku utilized the excuse of "helping you move in" to remember and photograph your house layout, taking special note of where your bedroom would be and the most convenient entry points to reach you in the smallest and quickest span of time.

 ♤ Naturally, you offered him money in exchange for his services, but Izuku politely rejected and instead requested that you prepare him a dinner. He could tell you were stressed; he notices the absence of a band on your finger and the bags under your eyes. You would be his easiest target, and invading your life would be his number one priority: 

 You prepare a three-course dinner for him and yourself granting his request. When he is done hauling everything in, he comes to the dining room and much to your surprise, attempts to assist you in setting the table. You lead him immediately to the table he put together for you and tell him to wait, which is when the true game begins. 

 Izuku did exactly as you said, making sure to move his seat closer to yours and graciously thanking you for your hospitality and the meal you made for him. He could see the glint in your eyes and the darkness surrounds you temporarily lifting. “It’s the least I can do after you helped me move everything in.  It’s been really hard so I really appreciate it.” 

 The entire meal is spent in conversation between you two as you tell him about your life, including learning that your high school love cheated on you for years, which finally led to a divorce and your move into his neighborhood. When the moment is right, Izuku puts his hand on yours, and you give him a beautiful grin in return, but you move your hand away.

 Izuku's tactics are like that of a predator expertly pursuing his prey; he is aware of your vulnerability and can practically hear you berating yourself for falling for the first man who shows you kindness and telling yourself that you should be concentrating on your children and your collapsing life.

 Over the course of the dinner, you two exchange stories and laughs. Izuku apologizes for the affair and divorce, saying your former spouse is a moron who would never screw a woman like you. He noticed the glimmer in your eye growing, but he wasn't prepared for you to hurry him out the door with leftovers and a heartfelt thank you. It left the young man both perplexed and interested. Making you his and his alone was the only thing on his mind.

 Over the next year, Izuku slowly becomes a household name, a part-time nanny, and a full-time pervert. It was all apart of his five step plan:

1. Slow and steady wins the race. Your love languages consist of acts of service and words of affirmations. Make a point to always bring flowers, to help out whenever he had the chance, and passionately express how great of a mother and person you are.

2. Whenever he had a chance to be in your house he’d place or fix any cameras and mechanism he had. 

3. After a year, if you voice the three phrases: “I don’t know what I do without you”, “"I value you and our relationship so much", “"I'm so thankful for you" that’s when he’ll begin to prepare the trap and catch his prey.

  The first line was spoken during a storm that left you without electricity, but fortunately Izuku had a generator. You had a lovely day with your baby at his house. You three cooked dinner, baked s'mores, and ended with watching finding Nemo with your head on his shoulder you whispered, "I don't know what I'd do without you.”

  The second line describes an evening you spent returning home from work. You asked him if he wanted dinner after you returned home, clearly agitated, and thanked him for watching your daughter. Izuku moved quickly toward you, stroking your arms and inquiring as to how you were doing. When you told him about your day, you began to break down. You explained how your manager and clients yelled at you, and your supervisor had gone over the articles you had sent in and given you a 24-hour window to create another one. Izuku gave you reassurance right away and even offered to assist with brainstorming and drafting another piece.

 The third line came the same night, in the midst of Izuku consoling you, you took it as an opportunity to lean in and kiss him. You were stuttering, hastily apologizing and ushering him out the door. You expressed his importance in your life as a friend and would never want to make him uncomfortable. You shut the door before allowing him to say a word. Izuku went home and didn’t come see you until 3 days later. This is when the nexts steps continue:

4. Izuku will allow the connection to become awkward, flirty, and stressful. He will sexually frustrate you and infiltrate your home. The eventual effect of this phase will be sexual frustration, confusion, and exhaustion. Izuku's purpose is to make you hungry for him and afraid in your home so you invite him over more often.

 Izuku took his time in this phase, offering to watch your toddler while you worked. When you arrived home, dinner would be ready, and after you finished eating, Izuku would draw a bath with a glass of wine waiting for you and before the evening concluded you would always receive a massage from the talented man. Izuku's hands would droop and became eager with each massage. Your robe would drop lower, revealing more of your body, and he noticed it. This action indicated to him that you were mentally ready for him to take you somewhere. 

 When he came up to you in the kitchen, his footsteps were typically silent, but you could always feel his presence behind you. Izuku would be positioned behind you, gazing over your shoulder and begging you to feed him. You'd then turn around with a spoon, realizing how close he is and how he has you encircled and blocked on each side by his hands on the counter. The look in his eyes indicates hunger, but you both know it is not for whatever is in the pot.

 Izuku persisted in his antics, being a charming, flirty, and ideal man! Then at night he’d break into your house in one of three ways: through your bedroom window, your toddlers bedroom window, or directly through the front door. Why? The most horrifying ways for someone to enter your house are through the front door without leaving any trace behind, through the window in your own bedroom, or through the window in your child's bedroom.

 In an effort to instill fear in you, Izuku would, for the following thirty days, take objects you knew you had put away or steal a sock or piece of your underwear, forcing you to search for the missing items every wash day. He even went so far as to break in while you were at work and replace your usual nightly prescription with sleeping pills so he could record himself enjoying your nude body in front of him. He would cover your lips with a damp paper towel and brush his angry head over it so as not to shock you or cause any physical reactions.

   Whenever he leave his through your windows he he leaves a flower at the base, and set off a trigger mechanism rendering noises that sound like a break-in once he’s at home to wake you to his gift. As a result of all he did, you were always left crying and at his door in the middle of the night with your sleepy toddler on your hip, pleading with him to let you and her stay.

 Throughout these nights you two would either stay up talking about what happened or you’d end up in his arms sleep. His plan has one more final phase before he can officially steal your heart, mind, body, and soul:

 

5. Izuku needed to create a situation where he’s saving you or you and your child.

 Over the course of the following two weeks, Izuku took steps to ensure that you would be left helpless and vulnerable. A staging firm from another country was called upon to break into the house, give you and your child enough time to hide, give Izuku enough time to enter, and have extra staff on standby as police officers. The break-in happened a week later, and although you were already having trouble sleeping due to your ongoing anxiety and terror, it's real now, and you're terrified.

 You jump out of bed, make your way to your daughter’s room, and you both hide in a small nook in the back of your daughter’s closet. Your heart is pumping in your ears and the fear on your daughter’s face is heartbreaking and nauseating. You silently prayed with your eyes closed, you could hear the people rummaging through the house, and talking just loud enough for anyone in the house to hear. Then, a knock invokes silence through the house, you thought the intruders speaking was bad, this is ten times worse. Then the doorbell rings out breaking the silence and then your name could be heard. 

 The tension in your chest is temporarily lifted when you hear Izuku's voice at your door asking for you. Perhaps you two will be fine, but the sound of quiet shuffling can be heard once the key lock turns. You longed to leave the closet and warn him about what awaits him, but your child's safety comes first, and you know he would agree. When the front door opens, you hear scuffling and curses flying; you protect your daughter's ears when you hear: "Get him to the floor, fuck him up, kill him." You couldn't control your breathing, and it felt like all the blood rushed to your ears.

 The next thing you hear is what you believe to be a gunshot, and your body stiffens until you hear Izuku shouting to you and sirens outside. You clutch your babygirl tightly in your arms and rush out to him, yelling his name. Coming around the corner, you collide with him and collapse into his arms. You glance up at him and see the injuries he inflicted on the attackers, which makes you cry even harder. He assures you that everything is fine and expresses care for you and your daughter's well-being.

 After the "police" arrive, Izuku is by your side as you describe what you heard, did, and what has been going on for the past few weeks, but this is not new information. Izuku particularly called this firm since they are recognized for providing discretion for a lump sum of money and the ability to construct any fictitious scenario by any means necessary for as long as the client pays. He doesn't mind the glances he gets from various "officers"; he knows what they're thinking; he's sick, and he knows it.

Izuku insist that you and your daughter stay at his house until everything was handled and the investigation was completed. The officials authorized you and him to get essentials for you and your daughter. Everything is numbing; you feel powerless, useless, and incapable of leading a regular life. Then comes the breakdown: you're in the toilet of the shared room with your sleeping daughter, and the last thing you expect is a knock and Izuku entering with you.

 You try to wipe your tears away quickly, but he sits down on the floor with you and draws you close. When he starts caressing your back, you clutch to him and cry even harder; you two have been stuck like that for two hours, your eyes are tired and red, but when you look up at him, all he can think about is wanting to see the same expression in the bedroom. The feel of his hard-on should have been a red flag for you; you shouldn't have leaned in, but you did, and this is what he's been looking for.

 Izuku takes full advantage of this time, savoring the first kiss between you two; he's slow at first, which is great. He grips your waist and pulls you onto his lap, careful not to break the kiss, biting your lip to secure your closeness, which is rewarded with a tiny groan from you. He moves quickly with you in his arms, being sure not to wake your sleeping daughter, and brings you upstairs to his bedroom.

 Izuku is weary of being hungry for you, of using his hand while looking at pictures of you from the cameras in your bathroom and shower; now is the time for the real thing, and he will not disappoint. He tosses you on the bed, closes and locks the door, and then leaves you in his bathroom. You were perplexed, but the heartbeat underneath stopped all warning sirens in your thoughts. Izuku emerges from the restroom with a crimson fluffy garment and begs you to put it on for him. You'd never had a man beg you to do anything, but when it came to him, he gave the word a special meaning. How could you say no?

 The smile he gives you ignites your body, and you swiftly remove your clothes and attempt to dress in the bathroom. He's quick to stop you, noticing the perplexity on your face as he timidly asks you to undress for him. You were completely flustered; it had been a long time since you had done anything intimate, and you had never stripped for anyone before. Izuku's face is crimson, which calms you down; knowing that you and him are possibly going through something together and sharing the same emotions inspires you to remove your shirt, followed by your pajama bottoms. His gaze is fixed on your body as you tease him by pulling down your bra and underpants.

 He enjoys seeing you like this; he wants to see more, touch you, and that is exactly what he does. Izuku holds you close and kisses your stomach and thighs, getting particularly close to your pussy. He brings you to the bed and softly glides his hands under both of your thighs to the back of your knees to raise your legs up. Your eyes are fixed on the ceiling, and your mind is reeling from the excitement and adrenaline of the night's events.

 He asks if you are okay, and you only hum in return, he gets in your face and asks the same thing again. You reassure him, and he asks that you keep your eyes on him. "Say it, say you'll keep your eyes on me."He swears he sees a sparkle in your large eyes, and you respond, "I will keep my eyes on you."

Then he's in between your legs like a thirsty puppy; he begins with a soft kiss, testing your waters to see what makes you squirm, moan, and quiver, and once he does, you're putty in his mouth. Izuku takes his time with you, yet he leaves no aspect of you unnoticed or ignored. His tongue seems to write incantations on your clit and slit, causing you to buck and tangle your fingers in his hair. Izuku enjoys this moment, sighs into your cunt, and continues to lick and torment your clit. He looks up at you and falls in love. Your hair is sticking to you now, pleasure is written all over your face, and he understands what you want.

He lets you to rest your legs on his shoulders, relieving the pressure, and puts a finger into your dripping hole. Your moans are beautiful, and the way you speak his name makes Izuku happy right now, but he can't leave unless you're foolish on his cock. He takes a long lick before raising his head and saying, "How does it feel, pretty?" You've always loved his pet names, which he'd occasionally say to you, but this is overwhelming. Your response is breathy and hardly coherent: "I'm- It- it feels good, please don't stop." He can feel you tighten around his fingers, which are stroking your ravenous hole, laughs, and continues to devour you.

Izuku's speed increased the knot in your gut, and you felt heated and overstimulated.His tongue and fingers are a gift from heaven. He took his time to discover your sweet spot and what feels most comfortable for you, and once he does, you're a mess. Izuku suddenly stops in front of you and plants kisses on your lips, neck, and breast. Your eyes were no longer on him; instead, they were tightly closed as you braced yourself for the surge of pleasure that was about to hit. At this moment, your body is overheating and your cunt is aching and asking to be penetrated. "Izuku~ why did you stop?"

"How much is it really yours?" His head raises, revealing tears that look ready to burst. "Use your words, sweetheart; don't cry." You lustfully and clearly tell him how much you want to be fucked until you're sore. "Anything you wish pretty," he says, laughing at your audacity. Izuku takes off his clothes fast, and he quickly gets to work on you, nuzzling your clit with his fingers and your nipples with his lips and tongue. All he wants to hear is that you plead and beg for him to fuck you, to make you his, to put another baby in you.

Izuku exclaims, "I want you to have my babies," while spreading your legs apart and nudging your clit with his irate head. "I want to make you my wife," he said, and proceeded to insert his sensitive cock into you. Izuku groans at the feeling and tells you how wonderful it is, saying, "You're so fucking warm and tight. You handle it so nicely and are so lovely and gorgeous.” His strokes got quicker and deeper with each compliment, and your cunt got tighter and your head lighter. Your groans are hypnotizing him as you encircle him with your arms and legs, pushing him to remain close. Your nails are also digging into his back. You whisper to him in a gentle way how much you've wanted him since you moved here and how you stroked yourself to the thought of him.

Izuku goes into overdrive when you tell him something he already knew, pounding your cunt repeatedly and making a valiant effort to control himself. He couldn't deny that he is just as overstimulated as you are. Ever since you moved in, Izuku has taken delight in the surveillance cameras he installed in your home, even today. As you match his beat, you draw him out of his thoughts and convert him into mush. Izuku starts to cry as he gets into you. Even when he moans in your ear after cumming in you, you simply turn him over, re-insert his dick, and ride him.

Just in case this is the last night, you want to make the most of it. Izuku's voice is cracking and his face is a beet red. He bucks into you, eager to get to his next release, saying, "I- I didn't know you-ahh~." You keep up with him and pound into him. Izuku will never be able to let anybody else have you since you were such a vision of beauty, and the way your tits bounced in his face showed how much you seized control.

"Zuku~ please, cum in me," you say, Izuku doesn’t stop even though he can feel your legs trembling. He abuses your spot forcing  you to put your hands on his chest to make yourself arch more. Your eyes are now behind your head and your loud, broken moans are coming from every hit to your sweet spot. You eventually release on his cock, which propels you forward in his arms while you cry with sheer pleasure.

You are sound asleep and Izuku kisses your head and covers you with the blanket, making sure to be quiet as he exits the room. Izuku enters his workspace, signs in to his monitor, and activates his room's camera. He collects the footage from this night, takes out the sections that don't feature you and him, stores it on a flash drive, and conceals it in his attic for later. He finally got what he wanted and like he said before, he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

[rosieswriting]

Fractured Loyalties

Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Summary: After stolen glances and endless nights, you had thought that Barty had changed. But you were wrong

Note: it is my first writing and english is not my first language so im sorry!

Words: 1K

The storm outside the castle matched the turmoil within your heart. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and rain layout against the stonewalls of Hogwarts as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors. Your pace was quick, almost frantic, your footsteps echoing with urgency.

You had to find him.

After everything that had happened, after everything you had shared—you didn’t know if you wanted to scream at him or… or something else entirely. Your mind raced with the weight of what you'd discovered, your chest tight with the betrayal you felt.

How could he? After all their time together, how could he still be working for them?

You rounded a corner, your breath catching in your throat when you saw him standing there, leaning against the cold stonewall, waiting—like he knew you would come. Because he knew you too fucking good.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked calm. Too calm. His Slytherin tie was loose, his arms crossed, and that same maddeningly cocky smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. The storm outside cast shadows on his face, giving him an edge of darkness that matched the bitter storm brewing between them.

“Looking for me, Angel?” His voice was smooth, almost amused, and it only stoked the fire in your chest.

“How could you?” Your voice cracked, barely holding back the hurt and anger you felt. You stopped in front of him, fists clenched at your sides. “How could you still be loyal to them after everything we’ve been through?”

Barty’s smirk didn’t falter, though his eyes darkened, the amusement slipping into something more dangerous. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” you spat, your voice rising, frustration building. “That you’re a liar? That you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

“I never lied to you,” he shot back, his voice sharper now, the smirk fading entirely. “I never once told you I’d stop. You just assumed.”

You had assumed—assumed that after everything, the bickering, the stolen glances, the hours spent together, the nights with shared intimacy, that maybe, just maybe, he’d changed. That he wasn’t like the others, that he wasn’t just another Slytherin bound by blood and darkness.

“You don’t have to follow them,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion now, quieter but no less intense. “You don’t have to be like them, Barty. You can choose.”

His eyes flickered, but his expression remained cold. “This isn’t about choice. This is about survival. You don’t understand. You never did.”

“I understand that you’re better than this,” you pressed, stepping closer, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. “You’re not like them—you don’t have to be.”

Barty’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, a flicker of something—regret? doubt?—pass through his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the familiar hardness you had come to know all too well.

“I don’t need you to save me,” he said coldly, his words slicing through you like a knife. “You can’t change who I am.”

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “So what was all of this, then? A game? Was that all I was to you? Just another one of your girls to play with until you got bored?”

Barty’s expression twisted into something unreadable, and for the first time, his mask cracked. “You think I don’t care?” His voice was low, dangerous, laced with something that sounded too close to pain. “You think this was all just fun to me? I—”

He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair, frustration boiling beneath the surface. You waited, your heart pounding, your breath shallow. You had never seen him like this—so close to unraveling.

“Then prove it,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Prove to me that you’re not like them. Prove to me that this wasn’t just… nothing.”

Silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. The storm outside roared louder, as if the castle itself was echoing the tension between them.

Barty clenched his fists at his sides, his eyes locked with yours. For a moment, it looked like he might say something, might break through the wall he’d built around himself. But then, his face hardened once more.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart shattered.

You stepped back, the pain of his words slicing through your like cold steel. You had thought—hoped—that he would choose you. That he would be the person you knew he could be. But you had been wrong. So very wrong.

“Everyone told me to stay away from you. God! How could I be so stupid?” you said with a bitter laugh.

Barty flinched at that, the word striking him deeper than any curse ever could. He looked away, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could see the tension in his neck.

“Go back to your perfect little world, Angel” he said bitterly, his voice hard again, like armor. “Where everything is black and white, good and evil. You don’t belong in mine.”

Your heart twisted painfully, but you forced yourself to stand tall, even as tears threatened to spill over.

“But I thought I did.” you whispered

You turned away from him, your chest aching as you began to walk down the dark corridor. Barty stood there, frozen, watching your retreat, his fists still clenched.

He called after your, his voice breaking for the first time that night. You paused, your heart leaping, but you didn’t turn around.

“What?” you whispered, not trusting yourself to face him.

There was a long silence before he spoke again, his voice barely audible over the storm.

“I’m sorry.”

The words hit your like a blow, but they weren’t enough. They could never be enough. Without looking back, you walked away, tears finally spilling down your cheeks as you disappeared into the shadows of the castle.

Barty stood there, alone in the dark, the weight of what he had just lost pressing down on him like a curse he couldn’t escape.

[satorena]

anyway i tried being peaceful y’all !! i’m really trying to enter my soft girl life era, i even went to her privately and asked her to take it down, to which she agreed she would. she then went to say she was also inspired by her friend’s theme. which obviously i assumed her friend also copied my layout. i ask for the url, she said she don’t wanna share it cause she doesn’t want her friend to get involved… hm alright liar ! if that’s really your truth then handing a url wouldn’t be an issue right ? hm… okay then 😗 and to start getting bold when you’re 100% in the wrong ? oof.

anywhooo let’s play a little game, guess who’s who !! 🥸

[p5x-theories]

Have you gathered any other fun i guess quirks that could be considered characterization for Wonder? Like how many outfits he has meaning he may have an eye for fashion for example

Hmm, good question! It's hard for me to remember anything unprompted, heh, but I will say I personally believe all the Persona series protagonists have quite a bit of characterization present in their games (despite being alleged blank slates), so in general I do try to pay attention to this stuff, because I like putting that picture together in my head.

I try to factor this into my story summaries, too, especially if I mention that the player doesn't really have a choice with something, or if I think it's interesting that the player has a choice at all. For instance, when Riko collapses after awakening her Persona, the player doesn't get to choose whether Wonder offers to help her, just what specifically he says when he offers. This one is particularly interesting to me because Cattle's response treats this as Wonder not properly reading the room here (Closer was offering to help because she (and Cattle) thought a girl should help her, not because all three of them were going to lend Riko a shoulder), but the player is essentially "forced" to read the room wrong because evidently there's no way Wonder wouldn't also offer to help her. In general, Wonder seems very open to helping people; the fact that he has all these side quests is proof of that, especially since a lot of them kind of start as "Wonder sees someone having a problem and tries to help with it, or at least find out what's going on".

Oh, the gachapon machines could be taken as another quirk of his! You can collect the toys from them as Joker as well, but Wonder has a deliberate display case/shelving area for setting up each of the full sets, with layouts that make it obvious which ones he's missing (implying, to me, that he likes to have a full set on display). But on the flip side, so far I've never see Wonder get a souvenir while hanging out with someone, so he doesn't display any of those in his room like Joker does.

Not exactly a quirk, but another thing that stood out as really interesting to me (maybe especially because Wonder's team isn't as well-known as the original Phantom Thieves were, even by this point), is that Wonder can kind of imply that the Metaverse/shadows/etc. exist in a couple text conversations with Kiyoshi during his Confidant, when Kiyoshi brings up something supernatural that he wants to "investigate". I know it happens more than once, but not super often. But then later, in Kiyoshi's rank 15 event, when Kiyoshi kind of admits he has an active imagination, but he really does see things others can't sometimes (his implied ability to see Personas, or at least see two/multiple of someone if they have a Persona), while Wonder seems to realize this is Kiyoshi being able to see Personas or something related to the Metaverse, there's never any option to tell him about it, or even imply it exists here. It kind of makes it retroactively seem like Wonder's willing to "joke" about that stuff in a text message, but not actually tell anyone, even a close friend, even when there don't seem to be any consequences because the police don't believe the Phantom Thieves exist? It is also possible Wonder's just not a very good liar, so he's only willing to "joke" about it in texts, where he doesn't have to be a particularly good liar to play it off, heh. But I keep thinking about it.

Merope's another interesting Confidant interaction, because while many of her rank-up events allow Wonder the option to express doubt/distaste/a general unwillingness to go along with Merope's idol obsession, ultimately in her rank 20 event he seems to be along for the ride. Even a bit before that, the player can't make him turn down her Mementos request, and when interacting with the Shadow of Narumi's producer, none of his response options give the impression that Wonder's only doing this for Merope. While it's the player's choice whether Wonder is relatively on-board with Merope's idol obsession from the get-go, by the later ranks of her Confidant he seems to have been won over (at least to some extent) regardless of what the player wants.

Oh, another tidbit that comes to mind- we know Wonder's been living in his house at least since he was little, probably his whole life, meaning it's most likely that he attended Kokatsu last year (as a first year) as well, but he notes that he's never been to Kokatsu's annual beach event before. We don't know how long this desire-stealing stuff has been going on, but considering Riko says attendance for the beach event was much, much higher in previous years, and in general the desire problem seems to be getting worse over time, Wonder probably still had his desires (or at least, more of them) as a first year. If so, it says something about what he was like prior to the start of the game that he "obviously" (his words) still didn't attend the beach event that's apparently so popular with students.

This is more general, rather than specific instances/quirks, but I've gotten the impression that Wonder's generally a little less confident than Joker, but gets attached to people quickly and likes to help them. Not to say that you can't read Joker as being similar, but like I said with the side quests, Joker doesn't even have those. At the start of the game, when he didn't have desires, Wonder doesn't know what he wants for the future, and doesn't seem particularly bothered that Ms. Katayama's worried about him because of it. But in Chapter 3 (sorry I'm still typing this story update!), he's right there with Riko, Shun, and Motoha blaming himself for causing Katayama more stress, and when they can't steal her Treasure because they're not sure what'll happen to Akashi sharing her Palace, he's so clearly bothered by it that Ruferu gives him a pep talk about how he's a good leader and they still saved Katayama's Shadow today.

Wonder's reaction to his visions also feels like a point of characterization to me. While he clearly is alarmed by the bad ones (jolting awake after the nightmare at the start, most obviously), already by Chapter 2 he doesn't seem to doubt that they might be real in some way, because he uses information from them to help (asking Yamagoshi the right question, designing their Phantom Thieves logo, understanding what they need to do while fighting Shadow Katayama), and starts to wonder if he's lost memories like Ruferu did. A lot of people might've brushed them off for longer, or been more suspicious of where they're coming from or what they mean, but Wonder seems to trust them by this point, and in general seems to trust people quickly. He questions where they're coming from and what he's seeing, but I don't get the impression he doubts that they're in some way real.

Heh, sorry, that might've been a longer and (especially towards the end) more generalized answer than you wanted, but like I said, I like thinking about this stuff! I hope it was at least an interesting read, and maybe covered at least some of the stuff you were hoping to hear.

[moonstar-mush]

EXALTED SECRET SANTA 2024

Back at it again! For more reference pictures take a look at my character’s tags on my blog.

Entry 1: Sarita Ghoshal

Secrets-Caste Sidereal Exalt

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 42 (has been exalted for 2 years)

Ht: 5’7”

Description: A wily huckster from the streets of Champoor, the city of night. Sarita has very easily transitioned into her life with the Celestial Bureaucracy, it’s all just another big scam to her—and she’s great at selling scams. A schemer, a liar, and a relentless control freak, she’s always crafting elaborate plans for her party to enact. Deep down though she has a big heart, even if it’s hidden behind a million layers of lies and the fakest smile this side of the Blessed Isle. Her soft side is the most apparent whenever she interacts with her “henchmen”: a brass legionnaire bodyguard and a pattern spider secretary that are like daughters to her (though she’ll never admit it).

Anima: Sidereal animas are pretty subtle things, doubly so for someone as secretive as Sarita. When it manifests visibly, it appears as if she’s twisting and weaving near-invisible strands of fate, like a spider at the center of her web.

Anatomy Notes: Sarita is on the plumper side, so please don’t draw her skinny. She also has a significant limp in her right leg, and walks with the aid of her Starmetal cane, so keep that in mind if drawing a full-body. She wears green-tinted glasses, though I’ve provided a ref of what she looks like without them (her eye color is green and she wears heavy purple eye shadow). She usually has a very wide and kinda fake-looking smile on, very skeezy car-saleswoman vibes.

Motifs: Green and purple; disguises; loud colors and obnoxious patterns; 80’s office worker couture; masks; webs or string; puzzles; rubik’s cubes (but fantasy)

Entry 2: Tendaji Greenwich

Twilight Caste Solar Exalt (Bureaucracy Supernal)

Pronouns: She/Her, Xe/Xyr, or They/Them

Age: 23 (been an exalt for a year and a half)

Ht: 5'8"

Other References: see the links in last years Journal.

Description: My first ever exalted player character! Her game wrapped up a year ago, but she always. She went from being a nervous and timid little nerd to a confident and self-actualized little nerd. I couldn't be prouder of her. The outfit and hairdo in the first two photos are her current appearance, and you can use the general color scheme in the third drawing.

Anima: Instead of appearing on xer forehead, Tendaji's castemark is actually situated on xer left eye, which turned teal upon xer exaltation. They manifest the Sun's command over the cycles of night and day, which essentially means they have time-powers. Tennie doesn't just build things, they push forward the hands of time to a project's completion. They don't just move quickly, they skip through time in a series of glitchy leaps and teal after-images. The nature of their exaltation is a bit overwhelming, and the more they use their powers, the less control they seem to have over what they're doing, slipping into a trance-like state and babbling in First Age tongues.

Anatomy Notes: Tendaji lost xyr right arm in a battle against an Abyssal, and eventually got it replaced thanks to the help of a necrosurgeon and xyr Liminal boyfriend (who donated its arm for grafting). The references in the artwork above depict how it should look, however now the vitiligo patterns have now begun to spread to further parts of Tendaji's body. Another note that hasn't been included in the color refs is that a few of her locks have become stark white due to some mental trauma involving ghostly possession.

Motifs: Teal & Yellow; clocks, watches; hourglasses, sundials and other assorted time imagery; architecture and city layouts; sunflowers & honeybees; paperwork, pens, sketches, and blueprints; when they're having a bad time: glitchiness and intense shadows.

[abarbaricyalp]

Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo! Pride - Coming Out prompt // Rated G // Soft morning moment (and shenanigans) with Sarah and Bucky

Let The World Know

(Title obvi adapted from Diana Ross' "I'm Coming Out")

Bucky Barnes was a funny kind of contradiction. In all the stories Sam told the boys--when Bucky wasn't around to hear--he made the super soldier sound badass or scary. There wasn't a locked room in the world that Bucky couldn't get into. Not a fight he couldn't win. Not a decision he couldn't influence. The strongest, scariest people in the world were terrified of him and, if there were teams being made, everyone wanted Bucky on their side. And Sarah knew all of this was true. She'd done her own research on him. Bucky had sat down and told her himself about his past. She'd seen some of it in play, whether it was the time someone had threatened 'Captain America's family' or the fights she watched on the news or just him convincing the waitress to give him an extra free sweet tea. He could even negotiate the boys (Sam included) into a reasonable bedtime with no tears.

And yet, here was that same man, stumbling through her house like he didn't know the layout exactly, sleep pressed and rumpled, eyes hazy with lingering slumber. He was wearing a shirt that Sarah knew for certain was not his, because she'd bought it for Sam ages ago. He was also wearing a pair of Sam's athletic shorts because apparently he didn't own his own. And he smelled just like Sam's body wash. Except, it wasn't only the body wash. It was Sam all over. His room and his sheets and his warmth. Sarah got plenty of hugs from her brother. It never left her smelling like him.

Bucky pawed at the counters searching for any semi-clean mug that had been left out. There weren't any. When Sam did dishes, he didn't cut corners. And he was aware of Bucky's distaste for mornings, his half conscious habits. He definitely put all the mugs away.

Sarah watched him silently for a few seconds before she let herself into the living room. The couch was just as it had been the night before. The stack of young-readers chapter books that AJ had been tearing through was still on the arm and Cass's half complete science experiment was nestled in the opposite corner. The blanket that normally hung on the back of the couch was nowhere to be found, nor was the pillow Bucky had been using while he stayed in Delacroix.

She came back into the kitchen and continued to watch Bucky as he glared at the coffee machine, like that was going to fill the mug he'd found from somewhere.

"I'll say good morning in a second," he offered after a few more seconds of silence.

Sarah hummed and leaned back against the far counter. "James Barnes, did you just come out of my brother's room?" she asked when she thought he was suitably distracted again.

Bucky flinched like a cat who had been startled. "What? No," he scoffed. "Why would I be in Sam's room? He's home. There's no reason for him to be there. I mean, me to be there."

Sam had mentioned that Bucky couldn't lie. And it was true he had dimples that always gave away the game when he was pretending to blame the boys for something he did. But Sarah hadn't really believed that the world's greatest ghost intrigue story would literally be incapable of lying to the people who knew him. This was just sad. Even Sam would've done better and he was a God-awful liar.

"Barnes," she said warningly. "You're covered in his clothes and his soap and..." She reached over to tug the collar of the oversized shirt away from his neck. "His bruises."

Bucky's cheeks erupted in such a blush, Sarah could practically feel it radiating against her hand. But he didn't back away from her or bat her hand away like he would if she was Sam. She had to pull her hand away from the damning love bites that littered the lower half of his neck.

Bucky's eyes kept flicking from her face to the, still empty, mug in his hands and then back again. He was wide eyed but not scared. A little embarrassed, maybe. A little frustrated, undoubtedly. "I shouldn't be allowed to exist before ten in the morning," he complained and set the mug aside. "Sam knew I'd be the one to get caught."

"You're the only one who could get caught," Sarah pointed out. "It's his room."

"He wears my clothes too," Bucky defended weakly. He brought his hand up to his neck, rubbing at the bruises gently. "Normally they heal faster than this but last night..."

Sarah quickly waved him off. "I do not need details just 'cause I figured it out."

Bucky rolled his eyes his good-naturedly. "I was just going to say that last night as we did was mack on each other, so these are more fresh than they usually would be."

Still, Sarah grimaced, suddenly twelve years old again and disgusted that Sam had kissed Erica W at summer camp. Her face must have shown it because Bucky burst out laughing with that surprised guffaw of his that he always tamped down quickly. "Sarah Wilson," he mimicked her from earlier. "Are you worried I'm giving your brother cooties?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "Who knows what you brought with you from the 40s. It's like those folks up in the Arctic defrosting old pathogens."

Bucky clutched at his chest. "And here I was, thinking Sam had used all the old man jokes available."

Sarah gave him a fond smile and he turned his attention to his fingers, picking at his cuticles.

"Is...is it okay that I'm-- That we're together? Me and Sam," he added with a nervous glance up through his eyelashes.

He reminded Sarah so much of the night Sam had first come out to her. He'd hidden it so perfectly in high school that he'd had to call an old flame of his to prove it to her, that this wasn't a new realization but a fully realized part of him. And then, 20 and halfway through his first tour, back for Christmas break, he'd told her about the man he'd fallen in love with in his training class. He'd been so nervous. He could barely even get the words out. It seemed like he spent the whole time fighting himself not to backtrack out of it.

But the way his eyes had lit up when she asked (demanded) to see a picture of them had said far more than any stuttering explanation ever could. That night, he'd told her that he'd never understood why she was so excited about planning dates or a wedding, but now he got it. Everything they did together, he said, was the most exciting thing that could happen.

Riley had become family, a missing piece whose absence wasn't visible until it was nonignorable. And that hole had been around for so long now, coring through Sam no matter how many layers he tried to cover it in.

And now, Bucky Barnes was fidgeting in her kitchen, looking the same kind of scared and convicted that Sam had all those years ago. The same kind of all enduring love was pouring out of him even as he sought her permission or approval. She wondered if she put her hand to Sam's chest, if she'd feel his soaring heartbeat again, instead of having her touch pass right through to muscle and bone.

"I have never been able to tell my brother anything," she said as noncommittally as she could.

Barnes looked about as strained as she expected. "I'm not asking if you're gonna talk him out of it. I wanna know if you're okay with it. With me."

Sam had told lots of stories about how badass and scary Bucky could be. He'd even had half a conversation like what Barnes was hinting at here, giving her a chance to ask him to keep that kind of history and danger away. But yesterday Sarah had stood right here in the kitchen and watched Bucky shove his arms elbow deep into a mud hole to catch a frog for Cass. And she'd heard him read to AJ until they were both passed out. And she knew, even without having to test her brother's heart, that he made Sam laugh again. And scowl and dance and cook and play in the ocean like a kid.

"Yes, Barnes," she agreed. "You're alright."

Bucky leaned against the counter next to her and gently nudged his shoulder against hers. "I appreciate it," he said and sounded like he genuinely meant it.

When his arm brushed around her back, she thought he was going to hug her. It wasn't until he was hissing at the heat of the coffee that she realized he'd stolen her mug and was chugging it down before she could snatch it back.

"Oh, you are just perfect for him!" she accused with a disbelieving laugh. She reached for the towel that hung off the front of the stove and snapped it at Bucky's hip, even as he made some undignified noise and danced away from her.

"Sarah, wait!" he pleaded between laughs, swinging open the fridge door to put a barrier between them. "We might be family one day. Have mercy."

"That ship's sailed, Barnes. Welcome to family," she said with her own laugh as she jumped around the side of the door to swat at him again. He went running for Sam's door while she called foul. Her objections worked about as well as they ever did on Sam too.

Welcome to the party, she thought while she listened to Sam and Bucky scuffle in the bedroom before Sam had shoved Bucky back out into the hallway to be at Sarah's mercy. Welcome, indeed.

[samueldays]

Another aside from reading PTHCE and the Honest Plea Charm (TLDR: roll to prove honesty) is thinking about the difficulty of getting lie detection rolls to work in a game system. Insight, Sense Motive, Judge Intentions, or whatever you call it has some issues.

One issue that the GM calling for a roll leaks information, and a player seeing the result of his Insight dice leaks more.

This can be somewhat suppressed by the GM rolling secretly on behalf of the player characters, but that has other issues with agency, especially if the characters have some optional skill buff that the players should be choosing whether to use. (It's also more stuff for the GM to remember, that the players would usually remember better.) If the skill buff costs a resource to use, secretly spending that resource for them is unfortunate interaction, asking whether they want to spend it leaks info again!

Another approach is that players decide when to express doubt and can roll Insight at any NPC statement, which reduces leakage but now you have the problem of depending on player skill which might fail to roll at what was supposed to be an obvious lie that the more-skilled character should catch.

So ordinary rolling seems to me the least bad of several basic options, and can be mitigated somewhat by the GM calling for insight rolls regarding honest statements to reduce the information content of calling for a roll.

Which brings me to my second issue: how much information should the roll reveal about where you are in a 2x2 grid of possible outcomes? The speaker is lying or honest, and the PC rolled well (enough to detect a lie) or badly on the Insight check.

Quadrant 1 (speaker is lying, PC rolled well) should reveal a lie for what it is. What should the GM have in the other quadrants?

The simple option is that all 3 other quadrants are simply "You sense no lies". This seems somewhat uninformative, but I think it sucks the least, and the diagram is going to be a helpful reference for explaining the complexities of why.

Consider this layout of possible comments from the GM.

Each entry makes intuitive sense on its own as spoken, but the combination results in a situation where the utterance from quadrant 4 is the one that carries a meaning of honesty - you do know, because only when listening to an honest person will you hear "you don't know"! Vice versa, the "definitely a reliable guy" utterance is ambiguous.

(Insert discourse on OOC knowledge and metagaming. Even with goodwill, it's hard to play along with pretending to believe lies and keeping track thereof.)

So having GM utterances mean the opposite sucks. What else can we do?

Well, if a player suspects a lie where there is none, what is the bar for rolling well or badly against an honest statement? Maybe we should just have that column be vague for entries 2 and 4, since the roll was grinding at nothing.

Except... what do we now put in (3)? If it's the same thing, we're back to the original plan. If it's something else, then that something else leaks the fact of an attempted lie.

So having 2+3 match doesn't work, and having 2+4 match doesn't work. They can't all differ, or the roll will be pointless. What about having 3+4 match, and quadrant 2 is something else? Rolling well gives true information about lies or honesty, rolling badly gives you "unclear" regardless of the speaker's intent.

This creates a very odd situation where no amount of skilled lying can ever be mistaken for a definitely honest statement inside the mechanics, because a honest statement has a unique possible outcome in quadrant (2) that lies cannot duplicate.

And now we're back to the question of what constitutes "rolling well" on Insight checks against an honest statement. What promotes your outcome from quadrant 4 to quadrant 2?

If it's for example DC 15 in D&D-speak, you roll a 16 and get told "you don't know" because the liar rolled 18 to lie, then you do know where you are: Quadrant 3.

Thus my resigned suggestion that only quadrant 1 should be distinguished from the other three, which are identical.

Honest Plea will be a special case to me, "convincing" people that you are really honest in a way which is mechanically more similar to magical mental influence than to detecting truth/lies.

[chasingknives]

𓏴 — “ BATHORY “

A rather gruesome man, with

a strong bloodlust for those with upmost

innocence.

this story includes strong themes of gore. possible cannibalistic references to come, murder, etc. id highly advise 15+, but this is your responsibility. now; get ready for your first show. an introduction for one of your housekeepers for the show!

The plan was to marry her. She was his true love—the one who had unknowingly softened him, made him feel emotions he thought he’d buried long ago. Pity. Remorse. For a time, she even made him regret the chaos he brought to others. She had tamed him, or so she believed.

But the plan was over now.

Before me lay the woman I once imagined sharing a life with, even children. She believed it wholeheartedly. For a fleeting moment, I convinced myself of it, too. But as I gently picked up the blade, pressing a kiss against her cooling jawline, I let that lie slip away. The kiss became a trace, and the trace became a cut—a perfect, deliberate dismemberment. What a shame. She was so pure. So trusting. She never saw it coming.

Bathory hovered over her, practically straddling the body as he worked, his long silver hair hanging like a curtain around his face. There was something wrong in his smile, teeth peeking through his cracked lips like a predator mid-feast. He looked unhinged—truly deranged—though there was an eerie precision to his movements. His athletic build, standing at 6’4, gave him a presence as imposing as it was terrifying.

Piece by piece, her remnants painted the bed, delicate as rose petals. He was careful with each fragment, arranging them just so. It was, after all, their anniversary. Bathory leaned down, planting a final kiss on her lifeless lips before rising from the stained sheets. With a calmness that belied the chaos around him, he picked up her phone, unlocked it, and dialed.

The call was answered almost instantly. A voice—her mother’s—quivered with anticipation.

“Hello, ma’am,” Bathory began, his voice syrupy with mock sincerity. “I hope I’m not calling at a bad time. You see, Mia’s been missing you all terribly. She’s talked about it so much lately. I was wondering if you’d like to join us for supper this evening?”

His grin widened as the mother’s relief spilled through the receiver. She had no idea. That was the best part. Bathory loved this game—the suspense, the slow build of horror when loved ones stumbled upon his “masterpieces.” He adored the way they broke. And he always left before they could piece themselves back together.

Bathory was many things: a liar, a killer, an artist of cruelty. He built entire lives to fit his victims, adopting identities, altering appearances, weaving elaborate webs to ensnare them. To him, deceit was more than a tool—it was a pleasure. A compulsion. A fetish.

Hundreds of victims had fallen into his grasp, though not all were killed. Death, he believed, was a privilege reserved for the ones who truly mattered. Those who managed to stir something inside him. Those he almost—almost—loved.

And as for Mia? She would make a fine centerpiece for tonight’s supper.

complete credits to the lovely @perpetualfng for the dividers + layout, thank you!

[muirmarie]

for the fic ask game:

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year aaaaand

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

no preasure!!!!!! :)

3. Favorite line/scene I wrote this year: gotta go way back to the start of the year for this one, but the end fight in the time loop fic, "it ends or it doesn't". I'm not the type of writer that writes a lot of beautiful lines - I don't mean that in a self-deprecating way at all, it's just not my style . My style of writing is one where my goal is to make uhhh none of it stand out? I want it to ideally draw the reader in without hmmm conscious effort. I want you inside the story before you realize you're reading a story. (Yes, I'm aware that sounds silly, but I always sound silly when I talk about my writing lmao.) SO I really don't tend to have specific lines that stand out, imo?

[cut for length but also because the rest of the answer to 3 does have spoilers for the time loop fic which is the only fic I've ever written where I do think spoilers matter]

BUT the build-up throughout "it ends or it doesn't" did allow me to write A Fight. I adore writing arguments. I love when people spend a great deal of time not saying what they mean, and then when a fight finally blows up, everything they're not saying suddenly spills out. One of my absolute favorite things. So the fight in "it ends or it doesn't" - that's my favorite. It's a long scene - the fight itself is as long as some of my other fics, haha, so the actual line that's my favorite is: “Leonard, why do you believe your love to be a burden?” Mostly because I don't often get the opportunity to distill a fic down to a single line - usually it would feel too obvious or too heavy-handed, but this one not only allowed it, the set-up of it basically demanded it.

But yeah, honestly the emotional catharsis of that fight makes it my fave. Some people commented they were happy I didn't end the fic on them getting out (which I appreciate!), but I was always writing the story to the fight, not to their escape, which is why the fight felt, I think, so necessary? Because the central issue was never about escaping, it was about McCoy refusing to be loved.

14. A fic I didn't expect to write: Oh that's easy, that's the enemy within fic! There were plenty of other fics I wrote this year I didn't necessarily plan for, but the enemy within one (wish i was a better liar) is the only one I adamantly said I wasn't going to write lmao. I wrote the first idk 500 words or so and posted them on a discord with a very strongly worded message that i Wasn't Writing It, and then I, y'know, wrote a 17k story lmao.

Sex...generally doesn't interest me that much. Fully support it, think everyone should read and write it if they like it!! But writing sex is a lot of work for me, and because it doesn't interest me much, I very rarely write it - this was I think the second explicit fic I've written in my life? I've mentioned on here that I have aphantasia, aka I don't visualize things in my head, and to get around that I tend to hang my descriptions on very specific hooks, and that works pretty well for most of my writing I think, but sex is very physical, so it's honestly kind of a pain to deal with. I think it's one of the reasons I don't find it very interesting to read, either - part of it is the grey-ace thing, sure, but a big part I've come to realize is that I skim scenes with lots of descriptions. Clothing, furniture, city or building layouts, I'm not visualizing it, it's going in one ear and out the other, so I might as well skim it. I think that's the case with sex, too?

Now that you have all the reasons why I'm the worst person to write sex lmaoooo, the draw of it for me was Kirk. The story's mostly focused on the wolf!Kirk, and I couldn't get out of my head this idea that he's desperately clawing at McCoy for something he can't name - that McCoy will give him anything to bring his Jim back, but he can't give him love. And wolf!Kirk shouldn't want love! Love makes you weak! He can't be weak! But it still doesn't stop that desperate, clawing wanting.

When I realized I couldn't shake that, I realized I Had to write it, and it was, truly, such a pain to write re: the physicality of it. I think one of the reasons why there's so much dialogue and hmm idk if introspection is the right word? is because it breaks up the physical actions for me. Very much a character study wrapped up in sex.

(To be clear I know a LOT of stories about sex are character studies, and also a story doesn't need to be about anything besides sex to be good!!! This is really just me explaining how I tricked myself into writing the thing that's the hardest thing for me to write, it's not a value judgment on sex/smut/etc!!! This is why I rarely go into this type of thing, lmao, I've been called a prude Too Many Times in my life, and this is me genuinely just trying to explain it fucking sucks to have to try to hold that data in my head as I write since I cant' see it! Sex and physical altercations!!! Too physical, too hard to write!!!)

Anyway then the after part of it got way way way too long as well, which mostly works because I loved how the Spock giving McCoy that aftercare turned out! The fight at the end of this one I don't love as much, but that's okay, sometimes fights are just messy jumbled messes like that haha. I think I left a little too much unsaid for this one, looking back. Like I think the end fight would've paid better dividends if I'd pulled more to the surface? But overall I'm pretty happy with how the fic turned out, and it did open me up to writing more sexy fics (even tho they're SO difficult for me lmao SIGHHHH)

Thank you!

[pfpanimes]

⌕ nier replicant • kainé.

like or reblog if you save/use.

[simfestation]

I'm so mad at all of you right now.

I'm going to fire up my game and try to fix up my new house - and there's no way in hell I'll have a decent layout for 4-6 infants and 1-3 toddlers - I can't remember how many. I can't even do a good layout for 1. I HATE YOU ALL - YOU BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED AND GIVING PEOPLE MAKING ME INSPIRED TO CREATE THAT WHICH I KNOW I CANNOT

Update: I am a liar and a cheat - it's only 4 infants and 2 toddlers

[babehhlubis]

African Elephant™

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African Elephant™ SLOT: Ulasan

African Elephant™ adalah permainan slot bertema alam liar Afrika yang dikembangkan oleh Pragmatic Play. Game ini mengajak pemain untuk menjelajahi padang rumput Afrika yang luas, dengan fokus pada salah satu makhluk terbesar dan paling ikonik di dunia—gajah Afrika. Dengan grafis yang menakjubkan, tema yang kaya akan kehidupan liar, dan fitur-fitur bonus yang menarik, African Elephant™ menawarkan pengalaman bermain yang penuh petualangan dan keajaiban alam. Berikut adalah ulasan lengkap mengenai permainan ini.

1. Tema dan Desain

Tema: Tema African Elephant™ berfokus pada kehidupan alam liar Afrika, dengan gajah sebagai simbol utama. Selama permainan, pemain akan merasakan atmosfer padang rumput Afrika yang indah, lengkap dengan flora dan fauna yang eksotis. Gajah menjadi pusat dari tema ini, mengingatkan pemain pada kekuatan, kebijaksanaan, dan keindahan hewan-hewan besar yang hidup di sabana Afrika.

Grafik: Desain visual dalam African Elephant™ sangat detail dan memukau, dengan latar belakang yang menggambarkan padang rumput Afrika yang luas, dihiasi dengan pohon baobab dan gunung di kejauhan. Gulungan permainan dipenuhi dengan simbol-simbol hewan ikonik Afrika, termasuk gajah, singa, zebra, dan jerapah. Grafisnya sangat realistis, dengan warna-warna cerah yang menggambarkan keindahan alam liar Afrika.

Suara: Efek suara dalam permainan ini mendalam dan atmosferik, dengan suara alam liar seperti angin yang berhembus, suara gajah yang mengeluarkan teriakan, serta musik latar yang menciptakan suasana petualangan. Suara burung dan kicauan hewan-hewan liar menambah kesan seolah-olah pemain benar-benar berada di tengah padang rumput Afrika.

2. Gameplay

Layout: African Elephant™ menggunakan format gulungan 5x3 dengan 25 garis pembayaran tetap. Format ini memungkinkan pemain untuk membentuk kombinasi pemenang dengan berbagai simbol yang muncul di gulungan, baik dari kiri ke kanan maupun sebaliknya.

Simbol: Simbol-simbol yang ada di dalam permainan ini mencakup berbagai hewan yang menjadi ciri khas Afrika, seperti gajah, singa, zebra, jerapah, serta simbol-simbol kartu yang bernilai lebih rendah (A, K, Q, J, 10). Simbol gajah adalah simbol bernilai tinggi yang memberi hadiah besar. Simbol-simbol hewan lainnya juga memberikan hadiah yang cukup besar jika muncul dalam kombinasi yang tepat.

Wild Symbol: Simbol Wild menggantikan simbol lain untuk membantu membentuk kombinasi pemenang. Wild ini dapat muncul secara acak pada gulungan dan meningkatkan peluang pemain untuk meraih kemenangan besar, terutama jika muncul di posisi yang menguntungkan.

3. Fitur Khusus

Elephant Feature (Fitur Gajah): Fitur Elephant Feature adalah fitur utama dalam African Elephant™. Fitur ini dapat dipicu ketika simbol Elephant muncul di gulungan. Ketika fitur ini aktif, gajah akan memberikan hadiah uang tunai atau memicu fitur bonus lainnya. Gajah yang muncul akan memberikan pengganda atau bahkan membuka kesempatan untuk putaran gratis. Fitur ini memberi kesempatan bagi pemain untuk meraih hadiah besar dengan bantuan gajah yang ikonik.

Putaran Gratis (Free Spins): Fitur putaran gratis dapat dipicu dengan mendapatkan tiga atau lebih simbol scatter yang biasanya digambarkan sebagai pohon besar atau simbol alam liar. Selama putaran gratis, pemain memiliki peluang lebih besar untuk memperoleh kombinasi kemenangan karena simbol Wild dan fitur Elephant lebih sering muncul. Putaran gratis memberi kesempatan untuk menang lebih banyak tanpa harus bertaruh lebih.

Multipliers: Selama putaran gratis atau fitur bonus, pengganda dapat diterapkan pada kemenangan. Pengganda ini dapat meningkatkan hadiah secara signifikan, memberi peluang bagi pemain untuk meraih kemenangan yang sangat besar, terutama jika fitur-fitur bonus aktif bersamaan.

Cascading Reels: Fitur Cascading Reels memberikan kesempatan bagi simbol yang menang untuk menghilang dari gulungan dan digantikan oleh simbol-simbol baru. Fitur ini memberi peluang untuk mendapatkan lebih banyak kombinasi pemenang berturut-turut dalam satu putaran, meningkatkan potensi kemenangan secara keseluruhan.

4. Volatilitas dan RTP

Volatilitas: African Elephant™ memiliki volatilitas medium hingga tinggi, yang berarti kemenangan besar mungkin lebih jarang, tetapi potensi untuk memenangkan hadiah besar tetap ada. Slot ini cocok untuk pemain yang menyukai permainan dengan tantangan dan hadiah besar meskipun kemenangan kecil lebih jarang terjadi.

RTP: Persentase pengembalian ke pemain (RTP) untuk African Elephant™ adalah sekitar 96,50%, yang memberikan peluang yang cukup baik bagi pemain untuk meraih kemenangan dalam jangka panjang.

5. Kesimpulan

African Elephant™ adalah permainan slot yang memikat dengan tema alam liar Afrika, yang memberi pemain kesempatan untuk menikmati keindahan satwa liar sambil meraih kemenangan besar. Fitur-fitur bonus seperti Elephant Feature, putaran gratis, pengganda, dan Cascading Reels menawarkan peluang besar untuk meraih hadiah besar. Desain visual yang menakjubkan dan atmosfer yang mendalam membuat game ini sangat menghibur

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Jungle Gorilla™ SITUSRESMIPastiJP(TOTO7788)!!!

Jungle Gorilla™ SLOT: Ulasan Lengkap

Jungle Gorilla™ adalah permainan slot bertema petualangan dan kehidupan liar yang dikembangkan oleh Pragmatic Play. Slot ini membawa pemain ke dalam hutan tropis yang rimbun, penuh dengan hewan-hewan eksotis, dan tentu saja, sang raja hutan—Gorila. Dengan grafik yang menarik, fitur-fitur bonus yang menguntungkan, dan potensi kemenangan besar, Jungle Gorilla™ menawarkan pengalaman bermain yang seru dan penuh kejutan.

1. Tema dan Desain

Tema: Jungle Gorilla™ mengusung tema hutan tropis dan kehidupan liar, dengan fokus utama pada gorila sebagai simbol kekuatan dan keberanian. Pemain akan dibawa ke dalam dunia hutan lebat, di mana mereka akan bertemu dengan berbagai macam hewan liar seperti monyet, burung beo, dan lainnya.

Grafik: Desain grafis dalam Jungle Gorilla™ sangat kaya dengan detail, menggambarkan pemandangan hutan tropis yang lebat dengan pepohonan yang menjulang tinggi, sungai yang mengalir, dan langit biru cerah. Simbol-simbol dalam game ini mencakup hewan-hewan liar dan elemen alam seperti buah-buahan tropis dan bunga.

Suara: Musik latar yang riang dan penuh semangat, dipadukan dengan efek suara alam yang mendalam (seperti suara burung, desiran angin, dan gemericik air), menciptakan atmosfer yang menyenangkan dan imersif, membawa pemain seakan-akan berada di tengah hutan tropis.

2. Gameplay

Layout: Jungle Gorilla™ menggunakan format gulungan 5x3 dengan 25 garis pembayaran tetap. Pemain dapat mencocokkan simbol-simbol dari kiri ke kanan untuk meraih kemenangan berdasarkan kombinasi yang sesuai di sepanjang garis pembayaran yang ada.

Simbol:

Simbol Premium: Gorila, yang merupakan simbol utama dan mewakili simbol premium dalam permainan, bersama dengan hewan-hewan liar lainnya seperti monyet, burung beo, dan ular.

Simbol Wild: Simbol Wild menggantikan simbol lain untuk membentuk kombinasi pemenang, membantu meningkatkan peluang kemenangan besar.

Simbol Scatter: Simbol Scatter dapat memicu fitur Free Spins yang memberi pemain kesempatan untuk memutar gulungan secara gratis.

3. Fitur Khusus

Free Spins (Putaran Gratis):

Fitur Free Spins diaktifkan dengan mendaratkan 3 atau lebih simbol Scatter di gulungan.

Pemain akan mendapatkan sejumlah putaran gratis, memberikan kesempatan untuk memenangkan hadiah besar tanpa bertaruh tambahan. Selama Free Spins, peluang untuk memicu lebih banyak fitur bonus meningkat.

Gorilla Wild Multiplier:

Simbol gorila sebagai Wild bisa muncul secara acak selama putaran normal dan Free Spins. Ketika simbol Wild ini muncul, ia tidak hanya menggantikan simbol lain untuk membentuk kombinasi pemenang, tetapi juga dapat memberikan pengganda pada kemenangan.

Pengganda ini dapat meningkat hingga x5 pada kombinasi kemenangan tertentu, meningkatkan nilai kemenangan yang diperoleh pemain.

Stacked Symbols (Simbol Bertumpuk):

Selama permainan, simbol-simbol tertentu bisa muncul dalam tumpukan yang memudahkan pemain untuk membentuk kombinasi kemenangan. Ini adalah salah satu fitur yang dapat membantu meningkatkan peluang pemain untuk meraih kemenangan besar.

4. Volatilitas dan RTP

Volatilitas: Jungle Gorilla™ memiliki volatilitas menengah hingga tinggi, memberi peluang untuk kemenangan yang besar meskipun datang dengan frekuensi yang lebih rendah.

RTP: Return to Player untuk permainan ini adalah 96,5%, yang memberikan peluang pengembalian yang baik untuk pemain dengan volatilitas menengah hingga tinggi.

5. Taruhan dan Kemenangan Maksimal

Taruhan: Pemain dapat bertaruh mulai dari 0,25 koin hingga 125 koin per putaran, memungkinkan pemain dengan anggaran kecil maupun besar untuk menikmati permainan ini.

Kemenangan Maksimal: Potensi kemenangan tertinggi adalah 5.000x taruhan, yang dapat dicapai dengan memanfaatkan fitur Free Spins, Wild Multipliers, dan tumpukan simbol yang menguntungkan.

6. Kesimpulan

Jungle Gorilla™ adalah permainan slot yang menawarkan petualangan yang mengasyikkan di tengah hutan tropis yang penuh dengan kehidupan liar. Dengan Free Spins, Wild Multipliers, dan Stacked Symbols, permainan ini memiliki banyak fitur bonus yang dapat meningkatkan peluang untuk meraih kemenangan besar

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Ninja Raccoon Frenzy

Untuk bermain game slot Ninja Raccoon Frenzy, berikut adalah langkah-langkah umum yang dapat diikuti. Pastikan Anda memahami aturan dasar dan fitur-fitur game ini, meskipun game ini bisa bervariasi tergantung pada platform atau kasino online tempat Anda memainkannya.

1. Memahami Tampilan dan Fitur Game

Gulungan dan Baris: Ninja Raccoon Frenzy umumnya memiliki 5 gulungan dan 3 baris simbol, tetapi jumlah gulungan dan baris bisa bervariasi. Periksa layout game untuk mengetahui jumlah gulungan dan paylines yang tersedia.

Paylines: Ini adalah jalur kemenangan yang menghubungkan simbol-simbol yang cocok di gulungan. Pastikan untuk memeriksa jumlah paylines yang ada (misalnya 25 atau 50 paylines), yang dapat berbeda-beda di setiap mesin slot.

Simbol: Biasanya ada simbol khusus seperti simbol liar (wild), simbol pencar (scatter), dan simbol bonus, serta simbol reguler yang membentuk kombinasi kemenangan.

2. Menentukan Taruhan

Sebelum memulai, tentukan jumlah taruhan yang ingin Anda pasang. Ini bisa dilakukan dengan memilih denominasi koin dan jumlah koin per payline.

Beberapa mesin slot memungkinkan Anda untuk memilih jumlah taruhan pada setiap baris, jadi pastikan Anda memeriksa dan memilih taruhan yang sesuai dengan anggaran Anda.

3. Memutar Gulungan

Setelah memilih taruhan, tekan tombol spin untuk memutar gulungan.

Setelah gulungan berhenti, periksa apakah ada kombinasi simbol yang membentuk kemenangan berdasarkan tabel pembayaran.

4. Memahami Simbol Khusus

Simbol Wild: Ini adalah simbol yang dapat menggantikan simbol lain (kecuali simbol bonus atau scatter) untuk membantu menciptakan kombinasi kemenangan.

Simbol Scatter: Biasanya digunakan untuk memicu fitur bonus, seperti putaran gratis. Jika Anda mendapatkan cukup simbol scatter di gulungan, Anda mungkin akan mendapatkan putaran bonus atau freespins.

Simbol Bonus: Jika Anda mendapatkan simbol bonus yang cukup, ini akan memicu fitur permainan bonus, di mana Anda bisa mendapatkan hadiah tambahan.

5. Memanfaatkan Fitur Bonus

Ninja Raccoon Frenzy mungkin memiliki beberapa fitur bonus, seperti putaran gratis atau mini-game tambahan yang memberikan hadiah besar.

Putaran Gratis: Dapat dipicu dengan mendapatkan simbol scatter tertentu di gulungan. Selama putaran gratis, beberapa mesin slot memberikan pengganda kemenangan atau fitur wild yang berkembang.

Bonus Mini Game: Jika ada, permainan bonus ini dapat memberikan peluang untuk memenangkan hadiah besar, seperti memilih item atau menyelesaikan tantangan untuk hadiah uang tunai atau putaran gratis.