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somewillwin · 2 months ago
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in my opinion, seven has every right to feel hurt by the band and the vote, HOWEVER what they did to Mc after taht and are doing during BOTB is not justifiable or even excusable just because that. Don't get me wrong I don't think MC was completely blameless, but they also had their own burden and were victims of this situation too, and honestly? my blood starts to boil when I see people trying to excuse seven's behavior (not even Amy does that ) and put all the blame on mc, like please what you wanted them to do???? Abandoned the band and their career??? No like genuinely what they could do that wouldn't hurt one of the parts irreparably?? Please let them leave, they already payed enough for this mistake.
Yes I agree in that seven reaction it’s a bit much! Dhhshshsjjs for saying the least. But I’m gonna reserve judgement til we get to see what was said at the party. I think this issue is so much deeper than just the vote.
They are def both at fault here, both were waaaay to dependent on eachother so a break up (being friendship or romantic) would be devastating. Seven lashed out and blocked everytime and set out to hurt the mc with going out partying and all that, while for me, nico fell down a depressive episode and focused on music and alcohol and drugs to cope. The point is… they both hurt eachother. The mc when they didn’t sided with seven (even if you went against the vote). And seven hurt the mc with the fallout.
Like, I don’t know how to explain this. I have best friend, we met when we were 3-4 yo and are friend til today (I’m 31). We have been friends for most of each others life so I can kinda see where the mc and se en are coming from.
If we had been in a band, that we formed together (fun fact we almost were Jsjsjsjjd) and all of a sudden the rest of the band organize a vote to throw her out???? Bruh I’m walking with her idc. And I KNOW she would never asked me to do that, but honestly? It’s what one expects from that kinda friendship. It’s a ride or die. Is it rational? No. Is it logical? No. Is it selfish? Fuck yeah it is. That’s why I think the mc was put in an impossible situation here… even more when they were ALL friends. But yeah I just get seven…. That kind of heartbreak it’s devastating.
Im not saying seven is blameless tho. They fucked up too, but I also think they could be A LOT worse. It’s obvious they still care about both the mc and the band and that’s why they don’t want to share spaces together. Seven got involved in the fight to separate the band from Blake’s band, they have also defended the band against the cheating allegations….. then at the end of ch3??? Going directly to the mc and ask AND BELIEVE THEM.
ANYWAYS yes! There are people there that justifies everything that seven does which is messed up (I do it jokingly but nah, I don’t believe she is blameless)
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ineed-to-sleep · 8 months ago
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Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops
#I found out dr. kuras is 6'6 I said hold on lemme get a stool so I can climb this man#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved kuras#kuras#sleepyscribble#oc.emma#my mc is meant to be a self insert but also like. I wanted to come up w a design and character arc and everything jkvkvk#so I ended up basing her on my personality/looks but taking her into a direction that would fit the game#she's like. me but 'characterized' and a bit exaggerated for the sake of being a character yk#the way she turned out is that she's basically a friendly happy go lucky mage who laughs at her own misery but hides#a deep layer of self loathing underneath all that bc of her curse#having been cursed all her life she believes she's a monster and the sunny personality is a way for her to 'make up for it'#but at the same time she feels like a farse. like she's only luring ppl in to an inevitable demise#and she thinks she's selfish bc despite knowing the danger she poses she still goes out there and puts herself among ppl#bc she craves human connection. even tho she feels guilty for 'indulging' in it#anyway I love the cursed mc concept in this game <3 it's been really interesting to think abt how that would affect someone#also I kept her physical features looking pretty much like mine#bc I wanted to draw myself in a cute way. teehee#but the clothing I was basically thinking like. early game simple clothing that she didn't rlly pick for herself#and maybe later I can have an updated design w something she would actually pick for herself
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ryllen · 11 months ago
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mellonyheart · 9 months ago
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The door to your room is cracked open just a bit. Solomon stands there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You haven't noticed him. And why would you?
Mammon's head is in your lap. He's kneeling on the floor by your bed where you're sitting. Your fingers are slowly carding through his hair. You're both quiet. No words are needed. This is where you both end up on days where everyday life feels too heavy. When your burdens become too much. It doesn't matter where or when or what version of you. This is your peace.
Solomon's expression is unreadable except for the smallest frown.
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zetadraconis11 · 8 months ago
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HL Incorrect Quote #94
Ominis: I think you're a bad influence.
Sebastian: What are you talking about? You're completely fine.
Ominis: I'm not talking about ME...
MC in the distance: *casts Confringo and laughs maniacally*
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disaster-magician · 2 months ago
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Looks like you found one of those golden retriever girls! Good luck with that, Tamarack
(Fake screenshots! These are fan made based on incorrect quotes and not in the game)
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mystically-yours · 7 months ago
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What if...?
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A silly way of Solomon's devotion. Where was this at the start of the game? I'm not so sure. Although, I'd love to expound on this idea — atleast, for the purposes of a trope I come to love. Let's call this: "Tell me please, why can't I?"
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♡.. Imagine a time where it began as the other way around: MC pining after Solomon. Had the human exchange student crave for human interaction in the literal incarnate of Hell? Go figured, it's in their nature. Of course they'd cling to him. Who else was the safest option?
♡.. Many moments pass and MC connects to Solomon like a missing thread. MC is his constant reminder of his lingering humanity, no matter how far gone he thought he was. Seeing the MC talk more about the Human realm: friends, family, places and even the most mundane things like ignoring stupid injuries, or multitasking on errands— it's almost nostalgic despite the many years the sorcerer had lived.
♡.. When MC finally builds up the courage to finally confess to Solomon, he was... shocked? Humanity was an odd topic; anthropology explaining the details of this race to a T. Solomon at this time thought that MC might as well have fallen for the demons. Like the toy they all were.
♡.. And what did he say? What did he say that determined the course of their relationship?
— "It'll pass."
♡.. He had an advantage. He was supposed to be able to become the first to MC's heart — the advantage of both being human. He and MC getting together causes the least amount of issues, but what did he do? He let them be. Let them bond with the brothers. With the others.
♡.. He only viewed them as a pawn in this endless game of life.
♡.. After that as some time came by, their relationship seemed to have continued on as normal. One might say that he and the MC had developed a friendship of sorts. This bond strengthened further when he sees them alone at the school dance — "shall we lonely singles dance together?"
♡.. That's how it should've stayed. His heart shouldn't have had a mind of his own. At night, he couldn't help but recall all their moments spent together. Solomon could no longer count the days he imagined their smile, their laughter, all that made them human...
♡.. As soon as he felt that spark — like a truck ran over him in his deepest nightmares, he realized: "oh fuck..." the platinum blonde muttered in cold sweat, panting as his mind continues to wander. He's awake. He is awake. But is he? Why is it that he's stuck in this dream?
♡.. Like a demon, Solomon felt tempted. Although, isn't that just human nature? — "what have you done to me?"
♡.. Now he knew how MC felt. And even if they was an attempt at the confession, MC's options were limited.
— "I love you like no other. Please, I... I don't want to lose you."
♡.. So they picked the least broken of the bunch.
— "I'll learn how to love you again."
♡.. It was a sentence of bliss, but to the sorcerer, he lost. Which is why when they were given the opportunity to go to the past, Solomon got to spend every moment with MC.
Every moment to enter their heart again.
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To quote: "The whisper of love in the morning. Do you hear it? It's beating for you loudly."
Ah yes Solomon, aka mister "shady sorcerer who can't cook" but also "I lost my chance and now I'm taking it again." Inspired by the "fell first, didn't fell" and "fell later, fell harder" dynamic. I was admiring how domestic Solomon acts towards MC in NB — like they were a married couple. As much as I love the demon brothers, this one got my heart... Again, just a "what if," takes inspiration from canon but I tend to deviate a LOT if that makes sense ;v;
Anyhow, have a nice day~! Tell me what you think of this scenario? Let me know your thoughts! 🫶
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limonnitsa · 7 days ago
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this is so them help
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prismatic-ink · 9 months ago
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Good news jeremy nation!
Joel is actually in the new SOS SMP according to Pixlriff's episode 1 video description where he is listed in the member list along with the rest of the Empires crew (minus some people and plus some people). it's mildly surprising to me considering Hermitcraft is still in the highly active early game, and Gem, who balanced both Empires S2 and Hermitcraft fairly well, isn't in it.
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however, I will note that in the comments of Pix's video, someone has asked "partially surprised Joel is part of this, didn't really think he'd split time between Hermitcraft and another SMP." To which Pixlriffs has replied, "Don't expect too much from Joel, he's a busy guy and we've said no hard feelings if Hermitcraft is gonna take priority."
I kind of expected that he wouldn't be very active on the new SMP even on the off chance he was in it, but it's nice to have confirmation. Because yeah Hermitcraft is probably going to take priority lol.
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offjumpoladulkittiporn · 9 days ago
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NOT OFF ACCIDENTALLY SPOILING THAT THERE WILL BE A NEW OFFGUN SERIES ANNOUNCED ON NOVEMBER 26TH OMG!!! BLESS HIM & HIS BIG MOUTH 💚🫶
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devildomwriter · 10 months ago
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I think it’s funny a lot of people say “My MC” but they’re really just talking about themselves
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milkbreadtoast · 4 months ago
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TWSB fandom has been so blessed... 창대님 (webtoon s2 artist) is our new savior... THEY SHARED THEIR CHARACTER DESIGN SHEETS...🥹🥹😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😫😫😫🔥🔥🔥🔥
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(a lot more in the link!!! oomf told me not to look cuz of spoilers so they sent me these directly lsjdksk)
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omnomnb · 3 months ago
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i love how coy but simultaneously blunt om is about smut. like they'll never say the word but they WILL telegraph it. cmon guys you might as well just say "we are FUCKING!!!!!"
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ryllen · 11 months ago
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maybe i do want us to kiss a little more
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berryless · 10 months ago
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OK, Mr Grim Stalker
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Grim Reaper | Casper x Custom Female Main Character (PWP, NC-17 || 5k words || smut, fluff, dirty talk, consensual voyeurism, masturbation on camera)
Summary:
Casper was caught in 4K during call, and MC lives for it. They banter lots, tease each other, Casper's barking and begging.
!Warning!
Not Enterely Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Slight Canon Adjustments, Alternative Timeline, Canon Typical Angst and Mentions of Death/dying/etc (but nothing bad really happens, I promise) (at least not in this fic) (this is pure smut with just a sprinkle of warnings)
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Read this work on Archive of Our Own.
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"You're blushing, Casper," Caha smiled, her head tilted as she watched him sputtering on the other side of the screen. Somehow the certainty of being seen made his usually perfectly coordinated limbs stiff and awkward. 
"…What are you wearing?" he managed in a strangled voice, habitually avoiding answering unwelcome statements.
"Oh, this?" Caha tugged on one of the straps of her top, and her breasts jiggled right in front of camera. Casper wanted to look away, but couldn't, eyes glued to the display. "Laundry day clothes. Be thankful I bothered to put on anything at all."
Did it mean she could've potentially been sitting there naked..? He tried really hard not to think about it, but failed miserably. A stupid thing, really. Not that he never reaped someone during the intercourse, or never saw other bodies naked—both things happened to him plenty of times. The problem was, those things happened with strangers he had no feelings for whatsoever, and so was able to stay perfectly calm and composed the entire time.
And Caha, as much as it pained Casper to admit it, wasn't such a stranger. She was a nuisance and a sole failure in his outstanding career, and, fuck, why was she leaning closer..?
Casper straightened up, squeezing himself into the back of his armchair, watching Caha's chest practically pressing against the camera as she fished for something. He never knew she had a mole there, right in between. Perfect spot for kissing.
"Lyusha says hiiii," Caha hugged the cat to her stomach and waved Lyusha's paw.
"Hi, Lyusha," Casper answered weakly, casually waving back. 
No, he wasn't at all disappointed with the creature's appearance. Or the fact that she was now babied to pieces, taking all of Caha's attention.
In fact he could stand not being watched for a minute or two.
Losing a glove in process, his right hand slid under the desk, brushing against the throbbing tent of his pants. Hells. It was infuriating how little Caha needed to rile him up.
Casper watched her scratching Lyusha's belly, breasts jiggling with each movement of her arms.
Caha had plenty of moles on her face, but he never knew… Right in between, huh..?
He propped his chin, leaning on his left against the table while his right hand was quietly pulling down the zipper. Unlike certain someone, he was dressed properly for the call. And now regretted it a little: sweatpants would've been easier to get around. Still, he managed. Without the constraints of tight clothes, his erection freely stretched the boxers.
Casper took a quick look at the screen, but Caha was still preoccupied with petting purring Lyusha sprawled on her lap with the most annoying baby voice accompaniment possible. 'Oh, who's the cutest sweetest little thing in the whole wide world' and 'yes, my darling baby angel, you guessed right, it's you' were spilling from her like they cost nothing, flowing right into his ears together with the endless kissy noises, like she was saying that to him.
She wasn't, though, and Casper couldn't help but look at Caha, voicelessly begging her to spare at least a crumb of that attention and affection to him.
She didn't notice, of course.
She never did.
Casper hid the lower part of his face under his left hand and took a first tentative stroke, still through clothes, lips tightly pursed to not let out the slightest sound, eyes on the screen, on that fucking mole, thinking only about how it would feel on his lips. Caha was so warm that one time he touched her. So soft. Even through his gloves, Casper felt that.
His lips would probably melt off on spot if he were to kiss her. Run his palms along her curves. Squeeze her chest, fingers sinking into soft flesh. Bite her collarbone, then neck, taking in the pulse of her life beating against his lips.
Now he could only bite on his glove and swallow down the swears as he slowly stroked himself. Quiet. He needed to keep quiet.
Caha paused, then smiled, eyes sparkling. 
"I was expecting a pretty please, but that's better."
She slipped out of straps of her top and then yanked it down, breasts bouncing free of fabric. Casper watched her, breath caught in his throat, mouth suddenly dry. Caha scooped them into her palms, fondling herself carelessly, fingers digging into flesh. That mole was there again, deep brown in jarring contrast against Caha's pale skin. 
"Well, how about it?" she asked, looking at him with a smile. "How do you like your bones, Grimmy? Are they up to your distinguished taste?" 
He tugged his left glove away with his teeth and ruffled his hair, shaking his head that felt two sizes too big all of the sudden. 
"You really want to see me barking at you like a dog, don't you?" Casper sighed helplessly. 
"Maybe. Is that the only thing you want to do with me?" 
 "…Hardly. If anything, I want so much, I can barely think human thoughts." 
Caha let out a satisfied laugh as she plopped back into the pillows. 
"Not a very good boy, are you now, Grimmy?" she teased, finger circling around her nipple. "With many, many naughty thoughts in that fluffy white head of yours, tsk, tsk, tsk."
"And who's at fault for that?" He couldn't help but glare at her, grating his teeth. 
"Yours, of course," Caha scoffed in a matter of factly manner, her chin raised high. "You could've been fucking me like an animal all you wanted, no thoughts, head empty, brain smooth and unwrinkled, but instead you chose this. Now suffer in the bed you've made. Or rather, in a chair. Touch yourself with those beautiful cold hands of yours, thinking about how mine would've felt. Warm. And soft. Very, very soft. No calluses, no rough spots. Wrapping around all of your length, one atop another, stroking, caressing and rubbing you all over."
"Hah… hngh…" 
Casper choked on his suddenly thickened spit. With Caha voice in his ears, saying stuff like that as she played with her tits, watching him masturbating, his body tingled all over, nipples tender and taut, hips thrusting into his hand by themselves. 
"Please… Talk more, Sunshine… Please… I want…I want to hear more…" 
She sighed in a way that made him tremble, then her right hand slid down again.
"It's not just my hands that are warm, you know? It should be much hotter inside my mouth. I'm not sure if I'd swallow you whole, you're kinda…a handful, in more ways than one, but the tip? I would've circled it with my tongue and taken it in. You know those ridges at the roof of the mouth? Right behind the front teeth? Bet they'd feel good against the skin, won't they?"
"…Yes, yes they would."
Hot sweet mouth. That sharp tongue of hers gliding all over him. She would definitely be all teethy about it, just to make him quiver in anticipation of a bite.
Hands on him, warm touch of them. Handling him with that tender carelessness of hers.  Soft, then firm, then soft again. Light scratches. 
Her face, her eyes, looking at him from the bottom up with that mischievous glint to remind him that she may be on her knees now, but it's him who's getting played. Defenseless and at her mercy. Getting the desired relief only with her permission.
"You're so pretty, Casper. So, so pretty." Caha whispered, words round and sticky inside her mouth, r's rolling from her tongue right into his head like pebbles, disturbing his already unstable mind. 
"Can't…take your eyes away…can you?" he scoffed weakly, trying to shake the picture away before he'd start begging out loud. 
"Can't."
"Knew…it. Ha. Good…you're finally admitting it. Told you…I'm charming…and irresistible…for your kind. Hah. Hngh. Fuck…"
He bit on his lip, squirming in his chair, close, so close… 
"I'm trying, believe me. You know…there is another hot and wet place beside my mouth I can put you in? One that'll take you whole. It's practically dripping now, I'll have to squeeze my shorts after this call, really, what are you doing with me… Better then, what you're not doing with me. When you could've. Honestly. You. Ugh."
He knew what she was talking about. Of course he knew. 
"Caha…" 
"It's hard to do it dry handed, isn't it? You're so sensitive, Casper. Bet it's grating to you without any lube, huh? I could've helped with that. Maybe. Depends on your attitude."
"Please…" 
"No. More."
"Woof..?" 
"Still no. More."
"Sunshine…please…"
"Please what? Use words."
"Please…help me. Please… I…I want…" 
"Yes?" 
"I want…this. You. I want…you…so much, I'm going…crazy. You're fucking up… my life…and my head…and my job…and I still… I… I… Caha… Sunshine… Please."
"…You're telling all this, but still aren't coming. Even though I have perfectly toasty dripping pussy to put you in. Swallow you whole and squeeze the life out of you. Or death. Or soul. Or something. I'm sitting here, wet heaving, frothing at my privates, begging to be stuffed. Begging, Casper. Contracting on nothing but air. Achingly empty inside. All those nice wet folds and pulsing muscles left unused when they could've been wrapped around your stupid pretty pink cock. Hot and tight, so, so, sooooo tight. Milking every last drop out of you. Wouldn't that be nice?"
That was the only thing in his head as Caha spoke, words and images blending together, all the fantasies about her he played on repeat swarming in at once, flickering under his eyelids in sporadic fragmented flashes: Caha with her legs spread wide, demanding to fill her; her again, palm pressed against his chest as she straddled him with that annoying cute irresistible smirk on her lips, her wet folds sliding against his cock, covering him in her juices; her again, hands on his shoulders, palm cradling the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he thrust inside her; her again, pushing his head between her thighs, fingers raking through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it right at the roots, the tug just the right amount of painful to feel pleasure; her again, eyes closed, teething on her lower lip, all her soft flesh and curves trembling while he mindlessly beat into her like an animal in heat; her again, riding his face, trembling and moaning, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her in place; her again, his teeth on her neck, biting and licking and biting again, leaving possessive marks in his wake, mine, mine, mine. Her body, her soul, her heart, everything, all of her, only his.
Nothing but her on his mind. 
Just like she wanted. 
Casper came and choked, gasping on air, dizzy and breathless, lost between fantasies and reality, not sure which was what. 
Caha looked at him from the screen, head tilted, pouting, her cheeks bulged. 
"Congratulations. Good for you. I still think I would've done a better job. Made much less of a mess. And you could've cuddled with me afterwards, and I would've kept you warm. Humph."
She turned her face away, but soon looked back at him from the corner of her eye, then turned even further, chin raised high, harrumphing again. 
How could someone be simultaneously so stinking cute and so fuckable? It was still a mystery to him. 
Casper leaned onto the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, evening his breathing and heartbeat. 
Caha was so incredibly wrong about that one thing: she was the one who made all this mess in the first place. Unceremoniously squeezing into his life, into his head, carelessly breaking and destroying all the rules he upheld, all the things he thought were right, all the plans he had for the future, and triumphantly taking the main place among the rubble of his disorderly mind, crowning herself as she took all the space inside it, leaving no room for other thoughts. 
And a week later he was supposed to claim his rightful rewards for winning the bet and ferry her soul to the afterlife, never see her again, and turn back to the life he had before he ever knew her. 
Yeah. 
She couldn't have made a bigger mess if she tried. 
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synne-ful · 1 year ago
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Guilty challenge got me like--
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