#lore... i crave it

[lorelune]

(minors & ageless blogs dni. a piece for @ainescribe for helping me with my theme 💓 cw: predator/prey, hints of dubcon)

"i'll give you a head start."

jing yuan tells you this with a pleasant, easy smile and his hands behind his back. and no context. you cock your head at him from across the little table you share, and take a sip of your cold tea.

"come again, dear?" you knock your ankle against his under the table.

"i'm giving you a five minute head start." jing yuan leans closer and rests his chin his palm. his eyes take on a cat-like glint. "i've already started counting. i'd get going if i were you, sweetling."

you only want more of it.

your chest feels tight all of a sudden.

"jing yuan—"

"i won't be going easy on you." his smile verges on smug as he leans forward. "and i would advise to take full advantage of this time. i think you'll need it."

he leans away from you and tilts his head. it would be cute if you couldn't see the rapidly darkening mischief in his gaze. you jolt up from your little table, clattering your chair on the cobbled walkway. he eyes you up and down like a big cat sizing up its next meal as you step backwards, nearly stumbling.

something in your gut twists, like a hot iron.

you turn on a heel and walk as fast as you can without drawing too much attention to yourself. weaving around the late-night crowds and ducking around street vendors and their burning latterns, your heart pounds. faster and faster.

this had been your idea originally. you just hadn't expected jing yuan to entertain it (though on some level, he entertains all of your ideas.) this desire of yours seemed too risky, too innately... unlike him. at least to you.

this game had been a fantasy. one you'd confessed your interest in a few weeks prior, while luxuriating in a pleasantly steaming bath together. you shared a glass of wine, passed between sips after a slow, tender evening. you'd playfully started a conversation about things to try in the bedroom, and somehow, the Divine Foresight and honey wine managed to wring a few previously unspoken desires out of you.

this is the result, you suppose, as you stumble around a corner, toward jing yuan's estate.

you should've known that jing yuan would spring this fantasy on your unexpectedly. that was part of the allure. the hunt, the chase— you're just prey now, with no time to prepare or plan. the innate helplessness has already stirred something in you, even though jing yuan hasn't done anymore than send you hungry looks and promises.

you're sure five minutes have passed. you're positive that the man is trailing you, even if you can't hear or see him. you don't have the military prowess that he does, you're just a civilian. your footfalls are loud as you break into a run near his estate and its towering walls.

your hands shake as you hold your jade abacus to its lock. the slow 'clunk' of gears opening the gates feels like it goes on forever. your heart is pounding in your ears, like a drum that won't stop. you're out of breath, but force yourself to sprint the moment the door swings open.

you hide in one of his gardens.

jing yuan has many green spaces on his estate. it's situated on a large enough space to allow for a small stream running through the largest garden into the front yard. ponds gurgle nearby, filled with fat, sleepy fish. you wake them as you dash around the greenery and shrubs, uncaring of the dirt that is staining your shoes. the bottom of your outer most garment must be getting torn as it snags on the brush below.

the gate of the estate opens and closes once more, somewhere not far behind you. your heart lurches, your stomach feels cold and hollow and you run.

jing yuan knows his estate better than you, clearly. you don't know where is safe, but in his largest garden, there are large gingko trees and stones that seem okay to hide behind. maybe. you are too anxious, too out of your fucking mind, to use sound logic at this point. you scramble behind a smooth quartz boulder and lay a hand on your chest. panting. tears sting your the corners eyes as you desperately try to catch your breath.

you listen the best you can to see if you can hear him follow you. it's hard to pick up every little sound, breeze shakes the tree branchers into a late-evening song. cicadas chirp to disguise any potential footfalls. it would probably be best to hide somewhere on the edge of the garden. you're in the center of it, not far from the stream. you don't dare peak out from your hiding spot, but you should move— you feel so exposed—

a floorboard creaks nearby. you freeze.

the wind almost stills with the sound. you can't breathe as you strain to hear more. it came from the west, where you know there's an entrance to this garden. you think. probably. your heart pounds so loudly, you can barely hear anything over the roar.

you do another sound, though. the sound of a boot fall, onto stone. there's a path laid with them not far from where you are.

something white-hot, old and feral burst in your chest.

you need to fucking run.

with a burst of energy that makes you feel light-headed, you push off the ground and throw yourself over the rock you were hiding behind, away from the sounds that are surely jing yuan stalking you.

your feet hit the ground and you run. run, run, run—

you swear you can feel more footfalls than just your own, but you can't look behind you. all of your focus is on weaving through the gardens trees and shrubbery, to gain and sort of ground.

you stumble, eventually. it's inevitable that you lose. the game is set up that way.

you trip over your own feet as you near the little stream that cuts the garden and gurgles. your momentum ruins you; you can't right yourself fast enough.

a hand catches the back of your collar and pulls. your breath catches, caught in your throat by the pressure. an arm, his arm, bundle you up at the waist and slams your body into his. your back to his front. the force of it knocks the air out of you.

you still scramble, you can't help it. squirming and kicking, you fight against the unyielding grip he has on you. he's hot against your back, scalding even. the metal bits of his armor and belts dig into your as your struggle fruitlessly.

"what's this?" jing yuan says into your ear, soft and curling. "i thought you would do a little better than this."

you whine. your stomach feels cold.

jing yuan laughs then, rich and low like he always does. but there's a darker edge to it now. you can feel it spread down the back of your neck, your spine, drenching you down to your toes. he squeezes you, and you feel yourself get wet.

(you're fucked.)

"you'll have to try harder next time." jing yuan says. "maybe i did go a little easy on you."

"s-sure you did—"

jing yuan nips your ear. "what was that? i didn't realize prey animals were capable of speech."

you crane your neck, ready to snap at him, but you don't get the chance too.

in a single motion, jing yuan has you thrown over his shoulder. blood rushes too quickly to all of the places it shouldn't be. you feel dizzy with it and whine and sputter with it.

jing yuan doesn't yield, only laughs again, and gives your bottom a few firm (very firm) pats. you gulp.

(lucidly remembering the other details you revealed to jing yuan in the bath that night. all of the filthiest bits of your fantasies. jing yuan hardly had to ply you for them.)

and jing yuan is a strategist. you should have known he would use this new information advantageously against you in such a way.

as you enter his manor, heart still pounding, palms clammy, and feeling like a rabbit in the jaws of a lion, you feel foolish and turned on all once. jing yuan so easily catches you off guard when he chooses. he so easily undoes you, puts you in a place of his choosing and let's you fester there just enough that he can remedy it— either with sweetness or, as he now so adeptly showing you, with something an edge darker.

you gulp, light-headed.

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[jabamint]

“I was a soldier. But I was a soldier longer than there was a war if you follow.”

“You know of those places? Lonely places where people once were, now just a hole cut in the world? Chances are, I was there before.”

[elderwisp]

[blue-willow-tree]

I took this photo in the backseat of a moving bus

I know I'm a confident sex mommy blogger but look what I did look what I did 👉👈

[tokushuhere]

Everyone else: New hero Hazard👀

Me: *Points to Moira in that one moment she's in screen 7 seconds!*

[ask-the-druggieverse]

(BTW Every ask I get I have saved somewhere so that whenever Tumblr deletes my asks I'll still have them :P)

- ALT - NIGHTMARE: Why do people keep coming up to me to buy DRUGS!?

Nightmare's Past: NIGHTMARE: FELL YOU BITCH EPIC: STOP RIGHT THERE BRUH!!

- IDK - Nightmare is so out of it he forgets a lot, don't mind him (this is alarming and not normal)

MAIN: @inkyu

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[jess-emurphy]

Need everyone to be aware that there is petitions in Scotland trying to get the Willy Wonka experience back in Glasgow.

The people of Scotland yearn for the Willy Wonka AI generated experience.

[crystallizsch]

GOOD MORNING HELP ME

I AM STILL NOT OVER IDIA’S CHIBI JAMIL

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY I WANT TO SHAKE HIM

[hidedino]

just to clarify, literally the only reason why i think we're about to go through fitpac and ramón and fit angst is because fit had never directly involved other people in his qsmp lore before.

he's always done his main lore by himself and if other people were to be involved, it was just through him relaying information to them or within lore constructed by the admins and not himself.

so him mentioning how happy he was that ramón had started calling him dad and how he should probably have a talk with pac about their feelings before the main reveal had begun was already a red flag. but the fact that he'd even featured references to both of them was the most significant occurence because it signifies that they're likely to be directly involved with whatever takes place in this arc of fit's lore.

so fit not even mentioning or interacting with pac and ramón during that stream? complete calm, most likely no significant developments in that department.

but fit making clear references to the two characters in question and tying their presence in his life to a rule subtly forbidding him from forming any attachments? big bad, time to panic.

and i'll die on this hill because i need to see fit cubito suffer before he finds true happiness.

[clock-06]

Confession:

I desperately want to be part of that online friendgroup of miraculous artists

What’s stopping me:

I don’t actually draw or post about my miraculous obsession all that much

Leaving that goal for my dreams and possibly the future

In the meantime,

Here’s my MLB AU fic

[snakeunderyourboot]

back when s5 started I had a WILD theory how everything was about to go, but with new information, relistening to s1-2 and me pondering about it in my free time - this is a Canon Divergent AU now, BUT LISTEN

RACE TO THE BLACKSTONE AGAINST OTHER VARIANTS OF ARTHUR

So my idea was, is that there is only one Blackstone in the whole multiverse and it constantly jumps between the universes. There are hints and mentions about it in all universes, but it exists physically in only one. To make it even worse, it stays in one place and in one time period and only for some time frame, before jumping into the next universe with a new place, time period, and time frame. Kayne was, along with killing his other versions, trying to track down where exactly Blackstone was going to end up and for how long. Unfortunately for him, not only it was escaping him, but he couldn't look at it, like he couldn't perceive Blackstone at all. The only reason he managed to find it and pinpoint was because he started looking at it's absence, rather than it's presence.

And Kayne being Kayne decides the spice thing up

Kayne throws our Arthur (and John) into the timeline where Blackstone exists (still Medieval England, in 1300) and gives him the quest to find it. BUT THEN, he throws other Arthurs and gives them the same objective. Basically, he makes a treasure hunt including 4-5 different versions of Arthurs, who are the best of the best. The one who gets him the Blackstone will get what he asked.

So, I was thinking apart from our Arthur (Canon Arthur next) there are Darkthur, Darkthur Without Right Hand, Anna Stanczyk and maybe another variant of Arthur, which was similar to Canon Arthur, but there was something different about him(sense of wrongness you know) (I am not sure about him now, but I still kind of like him)

So, now Arthurs would need to try and find Blackstone. Either helping each other or fighting each other. I was thinking that to differentiate one another they would give themselves the names of their favourite poets. I was also thinking about Anna actually being Faroe from Faroeverse but hiding her identity from other versions of her father.

I was also thinking about giving different names to Johns. Maybe Darkthur variant of John doesn't have a name, Darkthur Without Right Hand's variant of John is actually named Hastur (I was thinking this different version of Darkthur is John accepting his identity as the King). Slightly Different Arthur's John named Parker or Peter. Of course Jane for Anna/Faroe's variant

And now it is a grand adventure of weird versions of you trying to reach for an object of immense power. I wasn't sure how exactly everything would play out (Darkthur definitely wouldn't operate with others, Darkthur Without Right Hand would want to but couldn't do so because of Hastur, Anna/Faroe avoiding all Arthur Variants, and Slightly Different Arthur being the only one who cooperates with Canon Arthur). There could be mysteries about how exactly all variants' timelines are different, the grand revelation that Anna is Faroe, who will betray who to reach the Blackstone or will they try to work together, and whats the deal with Slightly Different Arthur. And the finale of who will get the Blackstone

Rereading this, and this is a WILD au, someone please write a fic about it

[kotya-zamuzykal]

god i NEED to know more about this silly little mystical sword club

[exactlysizzlingdonut]

Oh no

So I downloaded Love and Deepspace yesterday for Sylus the plot and safe to say, I’m addicted! Absolutely brainrotten! Beyond help!

IT’S SO FUN THOUGH??? All the memory upgrade stuff kind of confuses me because I don’t know what’s the best way of doing things but 😏😏😏 the men got me GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET 😝

I have a feeling that I’m going to start spending money on it soon. Complete relapse of IDV gambling.

Rafayel is such a silly and sassy man. Zayne’s stories are so mf slow I’m sorry. But he checks up on me and leaves actual phone notifs so thanks king ❤️. Xavier lowk irritating so I keep leaving him on read 🤣. But he cute. Don’t know much about Caleb but from what I’ve seen on TT he’s a bit insane and yk what. Maybe I like that.

SYLUS MY MAN THO 😜 IM GONNA HOARD EVERYTHJNV. I AM LOYAL TO HIM. I AM KITTEN FOR U ONLY 💕💕💕😍😍🥰😘

Also can I just say the way they text is so funny. Absolutely no apostrophes so it kind of irks me but it’s so fine because it’s them 🤚

They’re so gentlemanly too during combat, like yasss I’ll get behind you 😛 next time maybe get behind me and give me backshots! Just an idea ❤️

No irl crushes on the roster rn so we back into simping for fictional men yeaahhhh!!!! When I said 2025 is for the girlies, maybe this is what I meant 💜

[pagesupinflames]

all of these redacted blogs are making me giggle

never change people. never change.

[winged-eggers]

after five thousand years just fought fancy Galacta in kirby clash for the first time and unlocked secret memories of why exactly my Arthur characterization went the direction that it did through me complaining about the amount of filigreeing cluttering up the bird design

like nevermind for a moment that Arthur's armor is probably a different metal rather than literally gold (or, at least, only gold plated). The Aesthetic of it makes me 👁️. This is motivated by my gut emotional response rather than any real logistics you could explain this armor choice so many other ways than "this guy is cosplaying as a Heroic Figure as a recruitment tactic" and you certainly don't have to then land at "he isn't a fighter at all and his actual nature is 'Dubiously Not A Conman, Technically, Don't Worry About It'"