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[jaysgirlx]

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[jaysgirlx]

ro if we can't see it it's not real

ITS NOT REAL!!

THEY GAVE JASON A GIRLFRIEND NOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO MEEEEEE

[quimichi]

NSFW [ SFW if NSFW isn’t okay- ] Malleus Hc? [ male reader if your comfy with tat, if not gn is good too :3 ] ignore if your not taking requests or this isn’t okay-

. . . . . . . . . ╰──╮MY DEAREST ╭──╯ . . . . . . . . .

(N)SFW MALLEUS BF HCS

Malleus x Gn!Reader

A/n: I do male reader, but since you said gn reader is fine too I did gn reader! I hope it's ok but obviously I can still do a male reader ♡

SFW

: ̗̀➛ first of all, damn you're lucky like---

: ̗̀➛ the fact that you're now in a relationship with the most powerful being of the school is mad scary for so many. After all, you're just a magicless human.

: ̗̀➛ but you are so much more to Malleus himself, and he takes a pot of pride in being your partner, boyfriend sounds so...weird to him

: ̗̀➛ Lilia btw is a super proud mom

: ̗̀➛ i have the add the adorable gargoyle stuff because it's a Malleus thing. He always takes his time and is open minded to youe interest, so obviously you are too! Whatever it might be he will try and study it to understand you better

: ̗̀➛ please help him tho, he may get a little lost in places of the internet if he ever trys to learn more on there

: ̗̀➛ insist on you two sleeping together. And INSISTS that you and Grim move to his dorm, his room to be specific, because the conditions you live in? We don't talk about them---

: ̗̀➛ once he got a taste of cuddling, it was over for you. He can and will get clingy at night, pulling you into his chest so he can hold you

: ̗̀➛ very protective and somehow greedy. Your attention is his, his animalistic dragon side may come out there but you can deal with it, so far that is-

: ̗̀➛ gets you way to expensive presents, mostly with pretty gems. Things like jewelry, or even other decorative pieces. All in your favorite color(s)

: ̗̀➛ loves to take late night walks with you, having your arms linked while slowly walking beside each other enjoying not only the atmosphere but each other's company

: ̗̀➛ will also read to you if you ever ask for it. Having you falling asleep right there in his arms ro his soothing voice really does sound like a dream

: ̗̀➛ lol he literally told Sebek to also protect you from any harm that comes if he can't be around you (which is like so rare he's glued to your side)

: ̗̀➛ baby can't use his phone right and would think that if he speaks to his phone with the chat open it will magically send the text to you, like you always do with voice mails---

: ̗̀➛ or he has his front camera open and doesn't know how to turn the view so he literally turns the whole phone and trys to blindly press the button

: ̗̀➛ he's so cute stfu

NSFW

: ̗̀➛ this guy is huge like---massive. You have to be around his size to really take it down good-

: ̗̀➛ rip to my fellow small people out there

: ̗̀➛ obviously he gives off big dick energy and this is what he has, a big dick. Like 9 inches, in cm that would be 22

: ̗̀➛ it's average in thickness but the length...damn: ̗̀➛ like i said before very protective, also meaning possessive. He will mark you up, with his smell and with any other sign he can. That's why he gets you the jewelry too. And also hickey's

: ̗̀➛ if you dont like those, he won't do any of them he respects you to much for this to push you into anything that you are not willing to at least try. Same with showing them, if you don't like people to know this way, he is very okay with this

: ̗̀➛ since he does love and respect you a lot, like literally adore and being obsessed with you, you will have the final word of anything. He is willing to try everything out of curiosity and will maybe bring something up himself, but won't MAKE you do anything. A no is a no after all

: ̗̀➛ so a no for him is definitely degration, like sry people who like it but no-

: ̗̀➛ [FEM REDER] a little yandere but would baby trap you at some point in life cause he knocks you up all the time with everything he has. So in the end, you are truly only his

: ̗̀➛ [MALE READER] would also let you take control once in a while. Yes, he is dominant for 99% but if you are also, just ask and take control he won't bite unless you want to, bite back even. Literally ruin this man's insides he will love it ♡

: ̗̀➛ seeing you so...rounded with his cum just makes him keep going, if you let him

: ̗̀➛ also, belly bulge. It's hypnotizing seeing himself going in and out of you, in and out...

: ̗̀➛ can go for so many rounds, because the Stamina he has is insane. Like he turns when you star begging for his dick inside you

: ̗̀➛ really loves to hear you, he knows you're obsessed with his voice but so is he with yours. He won't only whisper those dirty but also sweet things into your ear, making you weak. He wil also make you say things you were never expecting to say, without him forcing you. Same with the noises he can draw out

: ̗̀➛ He makes you shameless without even realizing it and it makes his brain go brrr

: ̗̀➛ to a point where Lilia heard it more than once-

[thewrothode-if]

Okay so i played aloooot today.

1stly. Welcome back officially lol i know you've been back on tumblr for a bit but i honestly did miss your writing alot and it was a big treat to read. Thank u!

2ndly why the fuck did no one tell me we got 2 more ROs??? I was like who the fuck is this guy 😭🤣

3rdly, jesus. But the variables, tho. The difference between playing a male vs. female MC is soooo vast. The level of respect, the dialog, and the vibe are so much more nuanced being a female MC because i feel it's even worse with our daddy dearest resembling our mother. I do like the male MC doing enemies or more a one-sided enemy lmao to lovers route with our fathers favorite Gungir, tho because i hate him so much more as a dude than as a girl.

And he's so damn baby girl coded it's annoying to not like his ass. 🙄

Thyra is so rude to my poor MC. Like girl i didn't say shit! 😒

And Anne is the sweetest omg i fucking love her.

I am so thankful you implemented the turning off heart options because i flirted with too many people again.. so i started over.

And thank u for giving us so many save slots. Because i don't know how people play with 3 or 5 when you have so many variables in the game or so many ROs. I appreciate u!

I played so many different versions. Like i found a pendant then i didnt and cldnt figure out how the fuck i got that in the first place. Then i found the weird cloth and got lost and people called me mad. And i wanted to deck that annoying ass dude. And the fight vs the non fight and how you only get it on a single route is so cool. I like that none of what you wrote was mere copy and paste!

This was an experience and a joy and i stand by what i initially said i love all the ROs but be it a male or female MC i would kill all of them out my way when Raud shows up. ❤️😍

You did so well, and i loved every second of it, and i am really glad to be able to consume your writing once more. Truly 😇✨️🙌

You are literally the light of my day, the light of my life. Thank you so much for being so excited about what I write! I love you so much man.

There are A LOT of variables and I fear there will be a lot more. You can't stop me.

I speak with my whole chest when I say this, Gungir is literally the most babygirl coded man I have ever written. It's insane and I love it. And Thyra is rude, but please there's a reason behind it. 😭 Now I'm soo excited to write the scene where you meet Raud in the next chapter!!!

All I have to say is that the main skill you choose in the prologue is very VERY important. There is a lot you can miss, but also a lot you can gain. I wanted to make every choice matter, but my addiction to variables is something I need to keep in check. HELP ME.

[jaysgirlx]

HEAR ME OUT, me you and ro, all madagascar movie marathon and maybe some ice age if y'all are willing

@orchidsangel

one of my favorite childhood movies and i was always sad cuz it was criminally underrated

[doriana-gray-games]

hello dearest author! I found TASH:AAH (abbreviation struggle 😖) a few days ago and it is AMAZING— I adore the writing and characters you’ve built for these names so much! definitely will do all the routes!

oh, but I do have a NSFW (but fluffy?) question. I saw it a while ago on another blog, and you definitely don’t have to answer if you don’t want to or if it makes you uncomfortable (sorry!!) I was wondering, how would the ROs react to an MC that one day maybe got a little emotional during ‘the act’ and ended up teary-eyed and repeatedly saying ‘I love you…’ ? ‘twas a shower thought, truly.

Ahhh <3<3<3 I love it when people say they will try all the routes!!! 😍 PLZ DO!

Hmmmm, not sure it's nsfw but I'll tag it! -.- It might be now...

I have a soft spot for genuinely caring ROs, so they would all very much check up on the MC, make sure they are ok, nothings wrong etc.

But more specifically:

(I assume it's late stage romance/love stage)

W: OMg lol, they would freak out. Just a mess of, I did that wrong, I hurt them, damn my strength, type thoughts running through their mind. But if MC can explain that it is not a bad reaction per se, I think... they too might tear up a little and then you'd have an overtly lovey dovey lovemaking with an abundance of reassurances and loving affirmations.

L: ... stunned lol. Like, full on freeze mode. Then... once everything is cleared up... ngl... they find it hot. Very hot. Passionate love making ensues!

A: Probably would know that crying can happen during such times... but the 'I love you's might be more... rare. And so would their reaction be. They would slow down. 'Don't cry, don't cry' they would whisper. Forcing you to look at them, to breathe. To smile. Hi. Its all good. Im here. Im not going anywhere... I love you too. Let me cheer you up with my ?!%#?!

H: Would depend on route I think... but one version would be very caring, a reverent slowness ensuing, a lot of kissing, maybe after, taking you to a bath and feeding you chocolate sweets... The other version... 😳 well, they wouldn't slow down exactly...

[your-darling-gaze]

The Wedding - Chapter 1

The evening was falling, I hastened around the room, trying to figure out if I was looking fine enough. 'Shouldn't have eaten rice the other night....bad, bad decision....' I think to myself, Nervously spinning as I eye my reflection in the mirror, a very visible bloat making me look fairly bulked, but I couldn't be thinking of all this right now.

I exhale, looking at the heap of make-up on my table, sighing. 'Should have started sooner...' I say, starting to pick out shades that fit in most likely.

The Pre-Wedding Dinner, of course, was something new to me.

Very new. The Theme was locked in. 'The 40s.' So of course, I had to look like a Good-Girl-Faith Lady. White, the very obvious for a bride, and floral, to make it look most decent, let us turn a blind eye to the neck line, please. After the Bachelorette Explorations of Europe, It had completely slipped my mind that I was not supposed to be looking for a matching blush 2 hours before the damn dinner.

I sigh into my hands, rubbing my face wearily as I tap away at my screen; the dialer ringing sounding more annoying than it usually does.

'Ro, Come help me out here.'

She was 'Rescue'. You know, Like...Iron Man's rescue? yeah. She owned up to that little nickname. Punctual and very, very loyal, she was inside the house exactly 4 minutes after that call ended. I could tell from the keys clinking, there she was.

'I told you, that you needed to get these things done in the damn afternoon itself!'

'I'm sorry! I was onto the caterers for tomorrow and I had to go pick out flowers and every thing...It completely-'

'Cher, Girl, Work.' She said, rinsing away at the heap of make up. Sometimes she is more practical with things than I am. When she isn't high, that is. I did of course, ask her to lay off on her stock for a while, at least since a week before the wedding. With a few needed things in hand, she and I were working on the sequence. The very staple.

First, Dress. Next, Hair. Then, Make-up.

'Where's the dress...? Tell me you did not leave it-'

'I did not leave it at the dry cleaners. Ro, Please, I'm not stupid, my dearest.'

'Well...'

'Not THAT stupid, Ro, please.'

I paused, my voice slightly silencing as I tried my damn hardest not to tear any gaps anywhere into the dress. Not that I looked like a trapped pigeon as I tried to fit, but anyway. 'Jesus, I'll donate a few million if I don't suffocate in this dress tonight...'

'Cher, why's it taking long to fit...?'

'I don't know~! I gave my right size, the same size that I gave for the gown too...'

'Hurry the fuck up or we're going to have an angry Bucky yelling up at us both...'

'Sorry.'

3 hours. Possibly the most frustrating time I've spent with my hair and make-up in my life. All to settle onto something vividly simple. I liked it that way.

'You look amazing.' 'Ro, please.' 'No, I'm not kidding. He's better faint when he see you.' 'Ro!' 'What..?'

I huffed, fixing up, one last time. Swallowing, as I unintentionally sucked in again. This was going to be a long, long night.

___________________________________________

I slowly made my way inside, fingers constantly occupied with spinning the ring, a slight anxiety. I know right, a social setting. Amazing. But this was...my dinner. Our dinner. I was afraid but I was happy too. The setting was perfect. Everything, just the right amount. The light dimmed to that perfect glow. Drinks that are always fizzy. Everyone dressed in their prettiest, vintage clothes. Odour of the barbeque grill, a sweet scent of my own lily soap on me. Ah, and...Jazz too.

Gazes turned, of course. The warmest smiles, nods of encouragement, cheers and whispers, all at once. It was thrilling, to say the least. My gaze searched around, the other hand at the same time, reaching to hold onto Rowan, just a little tighter.

Then, I saw him. He had this vector resistance, that seemed to make all time slow around him. For a moment, I had almost seemed like a fool, with that look on my face. Dazed.

My smile fluttered genuinely. I approached, quiet, as to not take his attention away. Guests were still yet to arrive. My gaze turned once back to Rowan, a supportive look in hers. I sat by him, observant.

'The Hobbit.' The Original One. He had given me that when we first met. What coincidence.

I smiled, glancing away at the drinks starting to be served. I was glad that I could make it in time today. Would've been a shame to be late to something you hosted. And borderline embarrassing too, for the both of us. 'What bride shows up late, no?' I sigh, wandering, countless conversations made and the dinner hadn't really begun yet. I hum a tune, looking around for Rowan. Where did she wander off to...? I walk around, picking up a drink.

'I am hoping she didn't go-' My chain of thought is broken by a bitter sting down my throat as I swallow the drink with clear reluctance, my face forming a not so gentle frown. 'The champagne is...bitter?'

I was panicking inside. The champagne was bitter. Oh, it is a disaster. Someone needed to stop the drinks before they reached. No, no, no.

My haste around is halted when I bump head first into Rowan, the leftover champagne in my hand almost spilling over.

'Ro, Help. The champagne...it's- it's not-'

'Oooh, drink.' She gleams, taking the champagne from me, swallowing it down without a doubt, leaving me utterly perplexed. I watch in horror as she down the glass with a satisfied hum.

'The champagne, what about it...? Ice? You want ice?'

'No~! That's...that's not...it...isn't it bitter?' I whisper yelled, still in shock from the previous little burner.

'Honey, this is Dom Perignon 2010 Magnum. This is anything but bitter. This is something Tony would kill to have in his collection.'

'But it's...'

'It's okay, cher, different folks, different views. Besides, this is better than my past week of staying clean.'

I sigh. At least it wouldn't be a disaster.

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Dinner was served. The atmosphere instantly smelled of fine sizzling barbeque meals and stews. Helpful, Easy glances were exchanged around the table as each one dug in. I exhale, slowly slipping my hand into James'. It brought a sort of ease, really. He was careful, nudging me for seconds when he knew I needed them, getting my locks out of my face when needed. He was very well aware, even while being occupied in very many conversations with the men. My pinky stayed locked with his, of course. It was something we did in public settings. He knew that my anxiety would continue to pin me at most times.

With a serving of the very staple, New York's Beloved Blueberry Cheesecake, and very many toasts made from all near and dears, the dinner, at last, concluded. Excitement in each person's goodbye for what's to come the next morning. The big day. 'How cliche.' I thought to myself, sighing. I held onto James' arm, entwined with care. I glanced up at him. My smile was vibrant, yes. A little sickness in my gut, I pushed the feeling away. My cheek slowly rested onto his shoulder.

'Quite a night.'

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[uroboros-if]

OH DEAREST AUTHOR! I have a rather entertaining ask, or Challenge hehehehe. BUT if the ROs where to do pickup lines directed at the MC what type of pickup lines would they be in particular???? 🤭🤭🤭👀👀👀

😭😭?!?!?!

SALVATORE would do the corny and cheesy ones, and depending on how the line is, they would say it sweetly and beaming, or would cover their mouth over their smile to hide their embarrassment! ("Are you a magician because... when I look at you, everyone else disappears!")

LUCIEL is a difficult one, because they would find pickup lines amusing, but would never in a million years actually dish one out! All pickup lines, frankly, are awful (though I love them!), but they would oddly be fond of some of the more poetic or romantic ones ("Do you have a map? 'Cause I'm getting lost in your eyes...")!

CIOCANA would only say embarrassing, strange, or cheesy pickup lines primarily just to be playful. ("Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?") Please take caution in reciprocating or expressing any sort of open interest or enthusiasm, however, because they are the type to NOT be able to receive as good as they give flirtatious lines!

ALESSI is like Ciocana, except with all the embarrassment or shame stripped away, regardless if you give it back or not. They are incredibly competitive, so if you ever think of shooting a pickup line back, then you might find yourself battling against them! If you prove unbeatable, then they laugh easily and admit defeat, they truly cannot go against your charms—or if you do, then they would act rather dramatic and proud of it! ("They say nothing lasts forever, so will you be my nothing?")

I particularly love that last one, because I am not going to lie, that probably set off this entire IF into motion, alongside many other inspirations from strange and varied places. That pickup line is so succinctly Uroboros, though!! <3

Thank you so much for the ask, somestuffonmymind!! It's always such a pleasure to see you! 💕💕

[jayswhorex]

yesssssssss

is somebody gonna match my freak?

[jaysgirlx]

@orchidsangel & @kazzattack

i love women as much as the next guy but how tf is the giant girl all you both think of from monster vs aliens, you both rebloged about her at the same time. u horny women lovers.

i also i women lovers but that's not the point.

[jaysgirlx]

damn there's so many but if i had to choose one it would either be steven universe, littlest pet shop, my little pony or ever after high or winx or maybe miraculous this is hard, come back to me in an hour ro

need to know what everyone’s favorite childhood cartoon is. this is very very very important.

[fallenrepublick]

There Will Be Yet Another Day

Part 2 of And She Shall Be Called Upon For Greater, Find Part 1 Here!

More Lore! Yay! I love this series <3 Enjoy!!!!

Warnings: Mentions of fertility

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She woke with a start, a few hours before the sun was set to rise. Dreams of gold cloaking itself over her body held themselves in a heavy haze over her mind. The future, young and commanding at her feet, stood before an endless crowd of followers on their knees, reaching to her and the small figure below, crying out words she couldn’t discern. Steadily she grew, the image of the people fading from view as her stature outmatched them all, eyes passing through the clouds. There was only a single thing higher than she - a crown, seated atop her head, stretching just as quickly to the heavens. There was no telling whether the dream was good or foreboding, simply that it existed. A reflection of her desires, she thought, and perhaps  a message for the future.

The time, as it were, mattered little to her. Plagued by these thoughts, by a fear of waning opportunity, she paced, recalling again and again the images, the faces she could not see. That figure below her, a child? A child dressed in red, a bright, nearly regal presence. And the gold, that of her god. Was it her, lifted above all else, growing into the beauty of her becoming? Or was it another? The god herself?

In bare feet, Roganda rushed once more to her table, awaiting orders. The glass top reflected her fingers in a dark blue as they tapped against the surface, humming the entire contraption to life and displaying a set of commands. Swiping and tapping through the menu, the pad of her index finger lingered over the lights, filling the darkness of the room with an almost neon hue. It had been far too long since she had last made this particular call, far longer than any usual visit. And yet the name, Physician, hovered like a threat, like a trillion questions yet asked, a lifetime woven between the year of silence. By name alone, her voice broke through the silence of the room, impending philosophies and advice tossed in Roganda’s way, desiring to know absolutely anything and everything of what she’d missed out on. Splitting her time between Tantiss and Geonosis, the Physician had become a force to be reckoned with throughout the Empire, moving to the top at a speed rarely before seen in any usual scientist.

With a quick breath in, Roganda gave one last tap, listening to the gentle hum of the table as her request for connection traveled, waited, and accepted.

“Oh, dearest, darling Ro,” spoke the Physician on the other end, heavily accented as any other core-born woman, “How long it truly has been!”

The Physician, as always, smiled in a way that suggested she knew something no one else did, smug and proud, haughty and styled. She rolled each “r” with pleasured confidence, curled each word with care and stylized articulation, that type that sent most men she worked beside broiling with anger. From the echo, Roganda gleaned that the woman was once more on Tantiss, no doubt after a long stint on the wretched bug-planet, taking part in whatever information trading was needed to build, what the Physician liked to call, The Ball.

In truth, she was no physician, not truly. In every official documentation, she’d been given the title Chairman, and yet, it was quite an acceptable name to call the woman, given that Roganda had long since forgotten her real name.

“Quite a while,” Roganda responded truthfully, meeting the woman’s eyes, “I had a dream that reminded me.”

“I’m honored,” smiled the woman widely, entirely unaffecting her tightly wound bun behind her head, “Although, I suppose it would do me no good to assume you dreamt only of my loving friendship. Have you so quickly run out of medication?”

The Physician was a rather pale creature, slender in a way that made many far too afraid of her, reminiscent of a vulture awaiting your near death, prepared to pluck your eyes from your head the moment she sensed despair. In only the most dire circumstances, she donned thin-rimmed glasses, from which she stared down the nose bridge, discerning in the opinions she held and thoughts she drew from others. Roganda had been offered the pleasure of meeting her in person once or twice, invited to some odd soiree here and there that ultimately amounted to little. And yet the upper class of Coruscant seemed delighted in the pair standing side by side, remarking that, in their countenance and a few facial features, the two might have been thought twins. The opportunity, though, informed the women that, beneath the surface, they could not have been more different.

Roganda shook her head. “No. It isn’t working.”

Yet the Physician only laughed, “That isn’t possible. What I make does not simply fail, you do realize. I won’t be one to blame it on user error, but-”

“It has failed,” insisted Roganda, interrupting with urgency that tracked its mud into her veins, “I’ve done everything, performed my duties at every turn, made certain the medication had an effect. Nothing. Am I to believe that this is just a fluke?”

“I never said that the medication would increase your chances to certainty,” hummed the Physician, raising a brow and pressing her bowed lips together, “I said it would increase it significantly. Even still, fertility is a fickle thing, child, and consistency is key. I ran the tests, I know what I see.”

Blue waves passed through the image of the woman as Roganda considered the words, interrupting each thought she formed with a reminder of where she was, who she spoke to. Annoyance tapped her heel on the floor of the room, line of sight tracking the path of the side of the table, noticing too greatly the dust that had collected in the minuscule gap between the edge of the glass and the table’s smooth bumper.

“Could it be… me?” she asked, eyes narrow, brow eyes beginning to ache with the stiffness of her frown, “What I am, it’s…”

But the Physician shook her head quickly, as if offended by the very thought of the oversight. “Dolgaraki physicality and genetics are not as different from humans as you seem to think,” she insisted, tapping the side of her cheek, gently pressing the soft skin in with each touch, “We are not far removed enough from humans to make such a difference. You only need continue your efforts, you will receive all that you wish and more.”

“Not fast enough,” hissed Roganda, recollections of fiery red hair living in the forefront of her mind, “That beast of a creature the Emperor calls a daughter can and will do all she can to stand in my way. You know this as well as I.”

“She abdicated.”

“And? That has no bearing on any potential children. He married the bitch off, and by my god, she knows the meaning of that. Are you really so blind as to think she will just let me do as I please?”

That, it was known between the two, was the struggle, the crunch that inched its way towards both of them each day, threatening to end them both between its inevitable weight. The potential, impending threat of the Emperor’s grandchild rising to the occasion in the event of the ruler’s death forced Roganda to hit the proverbial ceiling of influence, reminding her with each passing day that a claim to the throne hinged on only her ability to produce and maintain an heir. She could only breathe, in and out, held at the top for just a bit longer than she usually would, solace held in the knowledge that she’d been given no word of such a thing, that each day that passed was yet more opportunity. With the benefit of birth order at the very least, she would offer her child heavy claim to the Empire, if not, sole claim to the Empire. Under her breath, she cursed the Emperor for taking a wife and creating that beast so long ago.

With a small rattle of her dainty head, the Physician dismissed the accusation sticking yet another song-like note to the front of her words. “Senna hardly likes to share, I should know it better than any. Even if you conceive first, know that she will follow soon after, and your children will both be readily prepared to compete for the throne. Knowing the family, it will be to the death. Perhaps instead of languishing over birth order, you might focus on the methods through which you will train the child?”

“I will train her in the traditions of our moon.”

The Physician laughed, operatic and graceful, full rather than dainty, a hand lifted to her mouth, yet kept a few centimeters from her lips, informing Roganda that she’d once more painted them in that saturated, matte red she so loved. Not a hair fell out of place as the hand lowered to her chest, as if meant to stabilize her heavy breaths. She had maintained a certain youthful energy in spite of what she’d been through, that rigid pride in her spine lengthening her already tall figure and highlighting that clever mischievousness held in the purse of her lips. It was a wonder to Roganda how the woman was a mother.

“Are there any masters left?” questioned the Physician, tilting her head ever so slightly, seeming to rack her brain for any names that were off the deceased list, “I seem to recall the Jedi Order raiding the Dolgarak moon’s old temple long before the Clone War, unless you’ve got someone waiting in the weeds for your call?”

Roganda’s silence said enough, knowledgeable eyes holding a stare against the Physician’s, evoking only the faintest smile at the corner of the woman’s lips.

“Ah, but that all reminds me… calls and all that, I never knew if you’d heard from Saviin.”

A twitch flitted itself through Roganda’s brow, stare maintained, mind forced and locked in an altogether separate world. Saviin. By her god, she hadn’t heard the name in years, had avoided even thinking it, thinking of its feeling when spoken, each letter passed over her tongue, slipping between her teeth, the hush of its very first syllable. Its reminder dragged even the deepest memory to her consciousness, held to witness before copper skin, shining by moonlit jewels and perception that two young Jedi could only be the best of companions, cots covered in shed hair all too similar in color, indiscernible as their figures beneath darkness. Forced to call upon memory of wide eyes and fingers a few centimeters shorter than her own, tunnels through the Force dug in secret, the final reward following ages of lessons on how best to protect their minds from prying eyes, a design all their own linking each other across galaxies. One had intended to fight through the Jedi Order, if only for powers’ sake, the other knowing all too well that her abilities had long left the masters wanting. After so much time, Roganda had expected to forget the girl’s voice, light and airy as they whispered, strong and willful in the face of the outside world. She’d used both as they exchanged promises, sometimes foolish, other times serious as the grave. Roganda noticed quickly a tremble in her hand.

“Who told you of-”

“Don’t sound so frightened,” the woman mused, all too dismissive, “Not a soul knows, none other than I. I was only curious, is all, you do know how I love romance.”

Forcing herself to seem at the very least put-together, Roganda shook her head, flicking her eyes to an empty corner of the room. “No.”

“I take it she’s looking for you, even still?”

There wasn’t a shred of doubt. The girl had screamed and pounded against their old bond, a wall built between them that echoed her voice in Roganda’s mind. It was months before she fell silent, knowing there was no use. And yet, she’d promised always to look, to search each corner of the galaxy. Never sensing Roganda’s death, there would have been nothing standing in the way of her search. And Roganda had never felt the girl’s death, either. She searched, she searched even now.

“And she will find nothing,” responded Roganda, flat and distant.

“Is that so bad?” asked the Physician, leaning forward with the question, “Even if she found you, what would you have done? Surely, you know what would be done to her if she was ever discovered, if you attempted to leave. Is that a risk you’d take, child?”

“You seem lucky enough in your marriage,” Roganda replied, pushing the subject from herself.

“Ha!” the woman laughed, loud and glad to speak once more of herself, or perhaps acceptant of Roganda’s attempt at avoiding the past, “I was simply lucky to have found a man that would follow me to the ends of the universe. Like that in the Academy, and still here, too…That, and I never particularly caught the Emperor’s eye, you should know. I wasn’t quite complicated enough in that particular way he seems drawn to. Or perhaps I make things too complicated. Either way, he seems to like my work nowadays. Between you and me, he never truly moved on from the little cloning obsession, it’s an awful pain.”

“So I’ve heard.”

In a moment of seriousness, the Physician’s face drifted from its high amusement to subdued concern, drawing Roganda’s attention to her meaningful gaze.

“You needn’t worry,” she said lowly, holding Roganda’s stare, “You are the best of us. Nothing will falter, not until it’s far too late for them. Focus on the first step. The rest shall fall into place without a second thought.”

With a swift, curt nod and small frown, Roganda reminded herself of the goal, the purpose. Power. Control. The ability to choose, decide the way the galaxy should be, rather than what it was. Frivolities, love, all of it would come in the wake of her and her child’s ascension. Patience, that was the nature of her being, that which she had no choice to emulate.

The Physician grinned, satisfied with the response. “I’d better return to work,” she sighed, reminding Roganda of the hour, causing her eyes to glance towards the windows and the rising sun outside them, “You know, the old cavern on the other side of the planet is now vacant. It might be worth a look, now that the old priestess is gone.”

“Perhaps.”

“Take care, child. Remember your medication.”

The hologram switched off as the Physician ended the connection, leaving the room in an orange haze, the light beginning to pool at Roganda’s feet, rich as it seeped between the curtains. Her eyelids were once more heavy, informing her of the poor choice she had made in waking so early, beckoning her back to bed, despite the fact that she had no choice but to stay awake. Fighting the urges, she began to dress, shedding her sleep clothes and donning a dress of pure gold, forcing her hair into braids, twists, and contours atop her head that would inevitably cause her yet another deep-seated headache and constant aggravation as a single strand of hair was pulled far too tightly beneath the designs. She would have to endure nevertheless.

Pale creams, gaudy powders, strange contours not built for her face were lathered atop her skin, causing an itch that she knew would never subside. It was pure coincidence that she heard noise outside the door, hefty metallic footsteps recognizable as the damned silver droid that didn’t know how to leave her be, paired with those of a humanoid, ones she did not know. It was all she could do to prevent herself from running to the door and pressing the controls as if it were life or death. Instead, she forced a certain gracefulness, nearly sliding to the door, keeping her head impossibly upright as she stepped outside.

Yes, it was the droid, foolish as usual, leading a human, petite and unknown. Dressed in something simple for someone of high society, the girl’s yellow hair was pinned up in a strange pastry-like shape, her skin yet unmarred by makeup, save for far too much pink piled on her cheeks, blue eyes wide as they fell on Roganda.

“Ah, Lady Ismaren,” spoke the droid, unsurprised to see Roganda in the hall, “This is Tia, a new member of the Emperor’s, erm, court.”

The girl was young, younger than Roganda. High-maintenance, jittery energy emanated from the girl’s very features, her mind entirely open to the world, readable and loud. In her head, she repeated her name, age, old occupation, as if she were preparing for an interview, as if she hadn’t already been accepted to the court.

Tia, nineteen, historian. Tia, nineteen, historian. Tia, nineteen, historian.

It grated on Roganda’s nerves with each word, driving her from the girl’s mind entirely. Nineteen. Older than Roganda had been when she was taken by five years, yet it never failed to make Roganda grimace. And a historian? Someone with any bit of intelligence had no place here, though Roganda admitted silently that it was her own fault for expecting the Emperor to consider these young creatures as anything else, regardless of their accomplishments. That, at least, was her own greatest benefit.

“Would you show Tia her dormitory, Lady Ismaren?” requested the droid, emotionless eyes blinking a touch as she spoke.

“I’ve no time to babysit.”

“Please, my lady, I must return to the laundry.”

The girl stared at Roganda with wide, unreadable eyes, light blue conveying something between fear and excitement at the potential for a friend. Already, Roganda could tell that the child would be more trouble than she was worth.

“This way, girl,” Roganda said, spinning from her place and tracking further down the hall. Behind her, the girl’s footsteps only barely echoed, tiny taps of her toes indicating her presence.

“I’m Tia-” began the girl, voice small and shy.

“I don’t remember names, I’m female.”

Silence passed between them in the few moments it required to reach the room, the side of the door not yet marked with the girl’s name. As far as any were concerned, the room would be vacant, just an old bedroom, gathering dust in what used to be the Jedi Temple. It was a shame, Roganda thought, that she had no use for the girl’s youth yet. It would mean that she would have to remain until her purpose arose.

“Um, thank you,” said the child, back to the door, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Morning light had not yet begun to pass through the high windows, leaving the hall in deep shadow, the girl looking even more frightened in the darkness.

Roganda almost looked at the girl with pity, noting how small she was, how sheltered she likely had been before this. Swiping once more a quick glance into the girl’s mind, the image of an older woman, sharing a similar shade of yellow hair, came into Roganda’s vision, as did the woman’s acceptance of quite a large sum of money. How much Senna was sent to offer the woman, Roganda could not gather, but it was enough. More than enough.

“Do not expect to be happy here,” said Roganda lowly, turning herself from the girl and returning to her quarters, “You will not be.”

[myimaginedcorner]

SCALES OF JUSTICE - CHAPTER 8 UPDATE!!!

Hello again, my dearest readers! It hasn't been too long, this time. As promised, here I am with a new update, one that I hoped to make quick and small, but that resulted to be, as usual, a standard chapter. Oh well, these are better news for you: Chapter 8 is now available to play!! With it, we officially set ourselves to see the finish line, for Chapter 9 will be the next and LAST chapter in this book. One final push, one final battle, and everything will move to clear and clarify. Will you prevail, will you fight back to back, or will you see the cracks grow wider under your feet? The time of answers nears us - choose wisely.

I'm also noticing a new pattern in my update schedule, where I'm becoming awfully good at releasing chapters on a Monday... which isn't the brightest of my ideas. I only have another try, but I'll attempt to make it more reasonable.

As usual, I welcome any feedback, specially now that my beta-tester is quite occupied with her MSc (still a strong woman in STEM, still a prisoner to her project and her university. We shall remember her dearly). If you have any issues, recommendations, or comments in general about my work, feel free to text me here or make a post in CoG forum, where I will be answering you to the best of my capabilities. I tried my best to bring this update quickly - I checked for bugs, but I'm always very grateful for any help!

NEW THINGS IN THIS UPDATE:

Dine with Silver Demon, a man who's taken an odd interest in you.

Prepare to rest, and share the last moments of the passing day with someone... or with yourself.

Softlock available for TWO of the romance routes, and hardlock available for ONE of them. Will you choose to involve yourself in games of heart?

Number of saves increased from 3 to 5 slots.

Chapter 5 clothing options expanded - now, more choices are available to suit you best.

Chapter 8 is 63k words long. Some Sleepover scene routes might feel shorter than others, but all of them have overall around 8-10k worth of words between all choices. Replayability and length of playthrough vary from route to route!

KNOWN BUGS:

Sometimes, the image for Chapter 5's title doesn't appear at the beggining of the chapter. I'm unsure why, and thus the bug still persists.

DEMO DESCRIPTION AND USEFUL LINKS:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy game situated in another world, far away from Earth. There are plenty of species living together in harmony, but the human race is currently split in two civilisations: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other and the fight between ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ here is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, on character development and your own perception of the world: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe wants to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

If you want to know a little more about this project and read 8 chapters, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> feedbackscalesofjustice@gmail.com

Any mistakes, concerns or questions you have, feel free to contact me through Tumblr! I am very excited to share this story with all of you, and I want to make it as good as possible with your help!

RO DESCRIPTIONS:

Shoren/Seile -> Heir to the throne in Hero kingdom, where your journey starts. Also, your old friend who is very attached to you. Likes to read and practices magic, enjoys adventure and heroic deeds. A recognised “Hero”, with blonde curly hair, pale skin and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Robert/Reina -> Order's Paladin, defender of Hero and Knight of Fate itself. Brave and honourable, determined to protect the people of the kingdom. Very loyal to friends and very dangerous as an enemy. Has short brown hair, tanned skin and an athletic build.

Valerius/Venis -> An Outworlder, who was caught by cultists from the Wicked Woods. Gracious, elegant and charismatic. Has long dark brown hair with a silver streak, olive skin and golden eyes.

Arion/Aria -> Leader of Vannais, a recognised “Villain” who escaped from Hero and now rules the enemy kingdom. Serious, reserved and temperamental. Doesn’t like to stay behind hiding in the castle, thus always personally appears in battlefields and negotiations. Has short blonde hair, pale skin and greenish eyes.

Be careful! These characters have their thoughts and opinions on the world and your actions: if you want them to support you, convince them or take their side… or neither. That is your choice after all!

[jaysgirlx]

@orchidsangel ro we're going shopping and you have to come, we don't take no for an answer :)

ughhhh why can’t u just lay in bed all day

[reinekes-fox]

Okay i wanna try to remember everything i wanna say.

Spoilers... probably alot!! Sorry.

I'm gonna number this!:

1. I loved being able to play the game all over again because it felt new to me even tho duh it's not.

2. I liked being a dove. It was my first playthrough as a dove and i was suprised at the optional dove RO even tho we've encountered her before.

3. I still think jonah is absolutely adorable omg.

4. Chase is still a goddamn menace but again romancing him as a Dove just hits different. I still have to do my baby elronds route again and astroria is actually scary. Her and marcel gimma the creeps no lie 🤣 I'd take the yandere aka droznik over them anyday.

Getting onto the update:

1. I still think basti is hot even tho he wants to kill me. Like bruh just lemme flirt with you're dead ass 😒

2. I'm gonna murder Adam!!! Legit. Especially if you were all flirty with him before. My poor baby MC he just thought the dude liked him.

3. Our mother still sucks.

4. Can i stop like dying???!!! 7 on 1 is cowardice 😒 also love how Chase literally kisses us out of a trance.

5. I was not expecting Drozniks' revelation at all!!!! That threw me for a whole loop.

6. There is a scene at the hospital you probably can't fix tho where on his route he helps you get dressed but then all of a sudden Its Fuschia, which confused tf out of me ngl 🤣

I loveeeeeeed the update. Like I've been playing it the whole day and it's like almost 5pm now. I seriously am so obsessed with this i dont think you really get it.

Curses to your goddamn laptop tho because now i gta wait like forever to reach a conclusion to all the unfinished bits and it's torture. Yes yes i know I'm sorry 😞 it sucks for you too but i just wanna side eye your laptop once.

Never apologise! This gives me really meaningful insight as to what the players can’t reach because of my spaghetti code!

(Actually played through it today myself and man it’s bad… so much stuff is missing, tangled that characters who have no business showing up so just show up, you can do things you shouldn’t be able to do)

1. Why don’t you give raven (or beizen again) a chance? :3 they actually got something new in store!

2. every volery will have its own unique RO, most will just show up later! (Because I don’t want to add even more variables to the birthday…)

3. Jonah is a knight in shining armour.

4. Oh can I maybe interest you in giving Marcels route a chance? And poor Astoria, she just wants to put a ring on your finger :(

Update (yes let me know all you liked!)

1. in one route he will save your life actually!

2. poor Adam was just as shocked as you were! „Fuck that hot guy is talking to a vampire…“ and he will write you later, feeling really bad about it!

3. mother dearest, the sad thing is that she actually improved from when she raised MC!

4. oh you aren’t dead just yet! Kind stranger saved you! And yeah chases kiss too

5. that was my plan all along!

6. that happens everywhere it’s awful 😭

How do you think I am feeling, sitting on all this stiff in my head but I can’t write it 🥲 it’s horrible… I have so much stuff I want to put in there… but I can’t…

[rxttenfish]

Mmm my love, what are some of your favorite things about Liam? Which other ROs work best as friends with him, and why?

Shipping meme.

the other ROs who work best as friends with liam is all of the ROs because they're all friends :)

ANYHOW FUCK YEAH I LOVE LIAM

he's!!!! so good!!! he was what got me into monprom (well, him and miranda...) for a reason and i still love him sosososo much. my beloved. my darling chewtoy. i want to eat him. i want to shake him until all the stuffing flies out of him and he dies forever. he's my fav and he gives me the cuteness aggression <3

first of all i just love his shitheadedness. like, he's designed to be a character who's easy to hate and be annoyed by and for him to do it with that snide confidence while also being so ridiculously ineffective and easily thwarted by his own rules and preferences that he sets that it's like watching him walk into rakes that he sat down. i adore a character who's their own punchline, who makes up their own silly rules and then has to deal with the consequences and just... opts to do that instead of realizing they made up these rules and they don't have to stick with them. or even knowing that, yes, they could just not have to deal with the consequences of their own made up rules, but no they don't want to. no one is making him do this. he has to do it anyways. it's wonderful. there's a reason him and polly are friends and its because of their mutual love of The Bit.

this is also why i rather like his just... entire stupid "holier than thou" attitude that so many other people seem to get tripped up on - because it's directly a farce. of course, it's a farce for the other characters this applies to as well, vera and miranda and damien are all equally as stupid as every other character in this series, but liam feels like the only one who's sincerely self-aware of that. he has gone on the spiritual journey. he has looked into himself. he knows this is stupid and dumb of him and he's not nearly as smart as anyone, especially not himself, makes him out to be. he will still act like it though.

why. why is he doing this. i mean part of it is, yeah, he doesn't actually want to let go of it and move on, but he has the flimsiest excuses for that and he knows it. but also i think he's just having a good time with it, tbh.

i've already mentioned before how liam is a confirmed masochist, and he's also among the characters who most talk about their fetishes, which is how i know this. he spends so much time talking about what he's into. you blackmail him and it's almost certainly a sex thing for him. as much as horny things come up, especially with other characters like polly, there's more detachment on their side, more plausible deniability. i like that liam just... lacks that. there's no plausible deniability about what he's getting out of this.

and god i just - i love characters where we can tell they're having a grand ol' time too, yaknow? this is also why i like miranda, where you can tell that she is playing up her own dramatic nature because it's fun for her (or she's using it to manipulate someone else), but liam absolutely goes the furthest with this. there's an aspect where he's so image-obsessed that he willfully becomes a parody of himself, parodying his own behavior and playing with it through the ups and downs, and this sets him out from all the other ROs to me. he's the character who most feels like there's a possibility that he's actually not having a bad time during failed events, and i LOVE that as just something on the table.

and the lore! the liam lore!! connecting him back to my dearest underutilized, underappreciated, underloved side characters, the coven!!! just... adding in his guilt and his effective need to make up for his past, for all that he's done, the suggestion that he's purposefully picking harmless things to do and a harmless personality for himself to inhabit on top of everything above? MWAH, wonderful, gorgeous, no further notes needed. i do still prefer him more with faith than joy exactly, but honestly this matters so much less to me than the complicated emotional milieu all of it leaves behind all the same.

the way that it mixes in with his genuine care of his friends and the way that he seems to act like the mom friend, fretting and worrying and caring about the others even if he tries not to show it. the way that liam can act as both as silly as everyone else, as much a part of the chaos as everyone else, and also as the straight man, as someone who is trying to maybe suggest them slow down a little. mwah mwah mwah. everything is so wonderful about liam it's genuinely hard to pick a favorite, he just has so much going on and such a rich inner world that it's hard to really have a bad time with him involved. i also just love his friendship with miranda and GOD i love how they all feel like friends. love it. love it so so much.

honestly i think the worst thing about liam is how much the latter games end up flattening him and making him boring, sticking way too much to the stereotypes and fanon, which should be considered a crime for a character that you just want to see flounce around no matter what happens to him.

anyhow <3 liam <3 im going to punt him into orbit like the football <3