#not whay else to put

[ratqng]

check this out. [I'm probably going to eat some eggs tomorrow]

[bloodbathfortwo]

Nigel and Alex have their rare moments of intimacy behind closed doors. Lingering touches, and blazing warmth.

[mukusmeraki]

I hate when people white wash Daniel and Sean like it is not that hard to color pick. OR LIKEE when they make them a gray brown, like... They clearly not that skin tone but okay (like the emojis in the lis server... How do you white wash your own characters)

Anyways Sean and Daniel art soon? (Probably not in a while I'm joking 🕴️)

[butch-errant]

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[softness-and-shattering]

, Not a lore master here. I assume the pale is very tall. They have planes, right? And they always have to travel through it, I dont think I remember anything about flying above it.

Idk if there has to be atmosphere, they might not even be on a planet, right?

Im thinking about Sanderson's Roshar, and how the map shape is based on a specific, though possibly obscure, natural phenomenon. "A 3d slice of a 4d Julia set" which, yeah, means absolutely nothing to me. No idea what that is. However. I wonder if the world of DE is similarly based on something real, if people with the right knowledge set could figure it out. I dont remember the exact description but if iirc it was pretty specific, either in a book or in conversation with Joyce.

Re "after pale, life again", I wonder if theres an in-world basis of truth at all, or maybe its a kind of afterlife wish. As they experience the pale, its the end of all life, so maybe theyre hoping theres somehow life on the other side again.

(Im thinking now about motorway south and like. You ever had a dream meet a dead end, cannot proceed, and your sleeping mind kinda freaks out and hopes to wake up immediately? I wonder if its like that. Every direction you turn is pale. Do you die? Do you become like a ghost?)

My other thought is about pale and time. In the indecisive middleman...moralist! quest, you hear Kim through the pale/radio saying its cold, but he doesnt speak that line till you get to the islet in the bay. The pale echoes back and forward in time. Of it swallows all, maybe it also births all too. I feel like the phasmid said something relevant but I cant quite twig the memory.

more questions about pale for lore masters! first one, how tall is pale? i assume elysium has some sort of atmosphere, so does it fill the space all the way up to it or is it somewhat heavy and stays closer to the ground? second one, since the saying goes "after pale, life again", is there any known theory to how does pale dissolve after it has covered everything/made everything disappear? is it just the absence of humans that makes it slowly decompose since no new input is added to it? i wonder how many hundreds or thousands of years it would take for it to be fully gone again?

[quitealotofsodapop]

Lmk au idea.

Wukong isn't MK's teacher. At least, not in the same way he is in the show.

In this idea I had randomly pop into my head I'm thinking that Wukong had gone above and beyond simply vanishing for 500 years and hiding out on FFM. He straight up changed his identity and went into hiding as a mortal. He says fuck off to being a demon god, fuck off to all the gods and celestials and all his titles. He retires, fully and completely, passing his crown off to his Stalwarts and just becomes a wanderer traveling around, doing odd jobs and never staying in one place too long.

At some point over the centuries he ends up back in the village that he left his staff in, or rather, whay it became. A sprawling metropolis of a city that a person trying to disappear can easily do so. He set up shop, having had many hats over the years he's able to easily pick up a humble job nobody would blink twice at. Mechanics are always sorely needed in large cities after all.

One day at his shop a hauntingly familiar fave appears at his doorstep. Pigsy's truck had broken down while he was out with baby MK on a supply run and Wukong's shop had been the closest mechanic they could find. Wukong could sense something was special about MK, but not what or why and after he fixed up the truck he spent the next hour or so reminding himself that he is not Sun Wukong anymore, he is not part of that life anymore. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Wukong's mechanic work was something Pigsy liked, a lot. The truck was running smoother than if ever did before and the price was a steal! Wukong quickly became the favorite mechanic shop for Pigsy's Noodles and MK began to show up more often at the mechanic shop (he crashed a lot of stuff ok). Wukong ends up becoming the cool mechanic dude who helped teach MK how to mod his hoverboard and would often drop cryptic but helpful advice to the kid, Wukong having settled with the idea that he can look after the kid at least since it doesn't look like Zu Baijie's decendant or the kid were going to go away anytime soon. This led to meeting Tang and Mei, which were... experiences. And Wukong just ends up being a family friend to the Noodle Gang who likes cold vegetarian noodles.

Then a Hero is Born happens. Wukong hadn't been there for that experience. He was "on a supply run" when DBK was freed, he was in a different town entirely. So he wasnt physically present when MK became the Monkie Kid. It doesn't mean he wasn't completely uninvolved, though. Wukong isn't stupid, he knows DBK would eventually be freed, and he also knew it was possible someone else would pick up his staff. Afterall the staff had chosen him, not the other way around. It isn't unfeasable to imagine it'd pick another now that it's owner has put it down. Plus it isn't entirely impossible to imagine whoever it is would seek him out, he was the last known person to wield the Ruyi Jingu Bang after all.

He left a series of visions and astral projected recordings in his cave. The first being triggered should anyone breach his cave, the vision MK first sees when he enters Water Curtain Cave, only it doesn't stop at Wukong just running off. The projection speaks.

Wukong's recording. Looking as laid back and amused as can be: If you're seeing this, congrats! You got past my unstoppable barrier! Unfortunately I'm afraid that you won't be able to find me, as I would have been long gone from this place and am retired! So if your here for an autograph I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.

MK: WHAT!?

Wukong's recording, becoming serious and almost sad: If you are a friend, however. I want to say I'm sorry, but please don't go seeking me out. I am hanging up my crown and title as the Great Sage and the Monkey King, and I don't not wish to be disturbed. Over the centuries I've come to realize my whole life I've done nothing but hurt the people I care about, so... for everyone's sake... I'm disappearing so that I can't hurt anyone again. Ever. And if you find my staff, I'm sorry I can't be there to help you. But I'll give you a piece of advice I learned, believe in yourself. Even just a smidge can make all the difference.

MK is gobsmacked at the thought that Sun Wukong had just up and left like that, that he's been gone for a long time and won't be able to help. He decides if Wukong wasn't there to be a hero anymore, he'd do it for him. Just a smidge makes a difference, right?

And so the Monkie Kid becomes the Monkie Kid. Over the next season or so he struggles a lot with his powers, not having a proper mentor. See, unlike the rest of the Noodle Gang, since Wukong wasn't physically present when MK became the town hero he isn't ever explicitly told it's MK. MK literally just forgets to mention it to him, but he does his best to help where he can. Giving advice where he can.

Most everything else was done without his input, altho MK did find it weird that the Calabash seemed to think his mechanic friend was the Monkey King. It's the first hint he ever has that Wukong was not as he seemed, but he write it off as him simply thinking of Wukong as a mentor figure since he's always been supportive and gave helpful advice and the Calabash substituting the Monkey King for Wukong.

Even the Macaque episode was done mostly without his input, altho a certain black furred monkey was not happy that his attempt to lure Wukong out didn't work at all. Wukong had been busy with renovations to expand the shop at the time, thus where the "step into the strike" advice came from since MK had been helping Wukong with tearing down the wall.

The big reveal about Wukong being the Monkey King only happens during Revenge of the Spider Queen, when Wukong has no choice but to step in as the Monkey King. And believe me, he is absolutely not happy about the matter. He doesn't run away once everything is done and over, but it's very clear that he is upset by the way he avoids everyone and jsut sits curled up on the rooftop. When asked why he never told them, especially knowing MK was using his staff, he first points out MK had never explicitly told him about the whole Monkie Kid business so he had no reason to "know" anything about it. Then he jsut points to the destroyed city.

Wukong: This is what happens everytime the Monkey King appears. Destruction, death, and chaos. I didn't want to be that anymore.

This spun off from a convo on how Wukong likely felt abandoned by his mentor(s), beginning with Subodhi, the allies he made in Heaven before the war, Guanyin, and even Tripitaka when the monk passed.

Wukong, going by just "Wu", drifting along the centuries living a mortal life. Packs up and leaves whenever conflict or war breaks out, or when people start to get suspicious.

His number one rule? Never get attached. Never again...

He becomes a mechanic (a real "grease monkey" if you will). Although he loves medicine and herbalism, it simply has too many paper trails. Also cars are fun to tinker with and don't talk back most of the time. Less likely to make a connection.

He eventually returns to the village where he lay his Staff down for good. Just seemed right coming up to the 500 year anniversary of one of his biggest regrets. The village has since become a sprawling mega-city, open to humans and demons alike. There he plants his roots.

The biggest shock of his life comes when he sees his brothers faces and souls all over again. Three in new bodies, and one in the same. A certain fish demon had pretended he didnt recognise him, and Wu returned the courtesy - seems he wasn't the only one from the old days to retire.

He wonders if it was the right decision to settle in Megapolis...

Until the day Pigsy knocks on Wu's shop, breathless and carrying a wiggly baby human (?). His food truck had given up the ghost and the cook desperately needed repairs asap! Wu simply couldn't turn him away.

Through the conversation and the repair process, the wiggly baby maybe-human had stared at the monkey demon with absolute wonder. Wu isn't sure why until he overhears the cub blabble something into his father's ear.

MK: "Mon-ken." Pigsy, fond sigh: "No MK, that's not the Monkey King. He just looks like the drawing in your Baba's book." Wu, nearly drops the truck on himself: "Eh?" Pigsy, little embarassed: "Oh! Sorry. The piglet is convinced that you're the Monkey King. My partner researches mythology and stuff, and he fills the kid's head with all sorts of ideas." Wu, rolls out from under the truck with a cheeky smile: "It's no problem. You'd be surprised how often I get mistaken for him! Think its the fur." (*Wu shares a glance at MK, the baby human is still staring at him unconvinced. Wukong makes a unsubtle shush motion and winks - causing the little human to wiggle once more with joy. Pigsy sighs fondly once more, knowing that the boy will most definitely hold this moment dear throughout his childhood*)

With that one chance meeting, Wukong breaks his number one rule; Never get attached.

It's not his fault he fixed the truck so good that Pigsy became a loyal customer! And the pig demon began tipping him with free cold vegetarian noodles. And that the scholar at the shop and him started info-dumping together! And that the little human began seeing him as a beloved uncle...

Oh yeah. Wu is in too deep. Hopefully nothing too chaotic happens within the next few years or so >:3

You can say a certain monkey demon nearly had a heart attack when he learned that someone had finally taken up his Staff - and that it was his little buddy!! Also Sandy is back in the gang, so they can't pretend that they dont know each other for long.

Wu would *like* to step up and reveal himself as the Monkey King to MK - but he feels that would just make things so much worse. The kid's trust in him would shatter immediately. So it's better to leave his projections on FFM to do the physical training, and for Uncle Wu to provide him with much-needed emotional guidance.

Sharing this dm you sent in particular based on the "Macaque" episode cus it's a tasty piece of dialogue:

MK: "Is it really better to focus your power into every attack?" Wu: "Hm, that's a lonely way of thinking. And dangerous. Look at this hammer I use for example, it's strong but if I'm not careful an just bang away at metal, it'd hit hard but it'd cause more damage to myself and the people around me. But if I were to... step into the swing so to speak and not depend on the hammer but rather my own strength, it's easier to control and has less risk of hurting myself."

He had been doing renovations on the wall to expand his business at the time, thus why he was banging at the wall with a hammer.

Eventually the episode ends with Macaque calling desperately out to the battlefield - almost begging for his king to reappear. The shadow monkey is so occupied in his despair and anger that MK manages to slip free and reclaim his power.

MK promptly bullies Macaque into actually mentoring him. Macaque chuckles at the nerve of this kid, and agrees - but only as a truce until Wukong returns. After that, Macaque expects a rematch.

Unironically loving this AU

[formulampreg]

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[btdemaru]

hiiii i was wondering how you think the demon brothers would react to a male/gn mc surprising them by wearing like lingerie or something like that

Lingerie suprise!

[Obey me brother x Amab!mc]

note : this is another hc/drabble of how they would react and whay lingerie would make them DROOL. I put some links but couldn't find a lingerie specifically with male body so just focus on the lingerie itself!

Warning : sex toys, somnophillia (belphie), rough sex, slightly choking?, dumbification, use of "cock" for M!reader, choking, dacryphilia, humiliation, begging, pain/spanking, humping (levi) degradation, overstimulation, oral (mc receiving) , double cocks (levi), slight blood, praising, switch!mc, use of word panties, belly bulge, sizekink, creampie

MINORS DNI

Lucifer

Lingerie he'd love

will probably be black lingerie, but not the plain dress one. oh no no, make it a bit more extra

If your lingerie exposes your thigh be prepared for ALOT of hickeys there cause this man will go feral on you

Thighs rapped around the avatar of Pride as he devour you whole, his sharp fangs slightly grazing your thigh sucking it so messily leaving a red mark "fuck, cant you just- fuck me already??" Your words made Lucifer smirk "not yet my dear, i have to cherish this gift you gave me.. dont i~?"

His eyes averted to the dick print on your lacey panties before his long fingers gripped it and tearing the fabric in half, leaving your hard on in display for him. Covering it with your hand as a reflex made his eyebrows furrowed "don't hide from me."

Lucifer flips you over making you lay on your chest as he forces your bare back and ass for him, pressing his dick and rubbing it on your hole, laughing at the sight of you clenching on nothing "look how desperate you are, i thought this is a gift for me to admire.. seems like you're enjoying it more than i am." A harsh slap on your ass made you turn your head facing Lucifer to complain only for him to push you head back into the mattress again.

It's been what felt like hours, skin slapping and moans can be heard even from outside. Hand sneaks it's way gripping your neck and bringing you upwards from the matress and knocking the air out your lungs as he's too deep in you making you feel so so full of just him.

It certainly made his ego even grow bigger, couldn't help but drool as your mouth was gaping open for air, his merciless thrust became sloppy and his grip on your neck became more firm "shit! Lucifer let g-go i cant breathe" it was useless, he's too deep in the pleasure as he finally came after hours of fucking you dumb. His cum is thick, by how pent up Lucifer is it's no surprise there that the load was alot..

[oh don't worry he'll buy you a new set]

Mammon

Lingerie he'd love

Gold. Not just because he loves money gold or diamonds, well- another reason it's because of how it makes you shine in his eyes

Just your body decorated with chains of gold with a black see-through lace making your dick so visible for him is perfect.

Delicately kissing your jawline, biting licking leaving pretty purple red hickeys claiming you as his. First time Mammon saw you in a lingerie gave him butterflies, eyes almost popping out of his eye sockets and jaw dropping. surprisingly Mammon is very gentle with you at first

Not wanting to ruin the piece of art which is you, fingers flicking over your bud as he took one into his mouth while pinching the other one, rubbing you cocks together through the lace fabric, he was always greedy for your attention but never this greedy. Not giving you time to breathe or to think of anything else but him. He took out two nipple clamps from under his bed. "Woah wait-" "I've been wanting to try this on your for awhile, wouldn't mind if i milk ya right human?" He held you close gripping you still before clipping it on, licking the side of your sensitive bud earning moans that sounded like music to him

Impatiently he gets a lube and puts two digits into you "seems like ya hole is greedier than i am" He poke fun out of it, he's not wrong.. you're sucking his fingers in so hard not letting it leave.

Mammon prefers to fuck you senseless in missionary,he gets to play and tease you as well as see your face while he's thrusting inside, your black-goldaced panties were ripped moments ago and the pretty gold chains were tangled but that's none of your concerns right now, mammon's hand starts to grip you cock and eagerly pumps it wanting you to spill everywhere for him and him only until you're milked.

Leviathan

A lingerie he'd love

Levi would scold you at first for wearing such a thing, but the tent in his pants says otherwise

Anything blue-white or blue-black is really pretty to him

He's easy to fluster, but this? what are you doing to the poor demon.. won't admit it out loud but prefers you to dominate him instead of letting him take charge, Levi crawls between your thigh, hands spreading you as his teeth pulls down your panties "can i?" He looks up making eye contact woth his pleading eyes. Levi starts to suck you with desperate look on his face, drool coming pass his lips onto his chin dribbling down to your base, the sight itself could make you cum but surely you wanted to last longer right? pulling away by pulling his hair back as his lips made a pop sound "why..?" He looked at you, confused. Soon moving your food rubbing it on his pants that was hiding his dicks, not long after Levi gets the hint to hump your legs and starts to move, his hand grips your thigh slightly bruising it "p-please can i.. cum pretty please mc?"

Levi's hips are offering friction and twitching whenever he squirmed under your touch. His pants grew unbearably tight begging to be released. when you move your thigh up, just once, his body jerks up again. he moans something into your neck as if it's a plea to keep going.

Satan

Lingerie he'd love

It doesn't have to be green, but he'll love the looks of the flower patterns on you.

A white one will do, or just cover yourself with petals or flowers and vines for him to tie you lmfao

Some flowers represent purity like for an example Lily represent purity, innocence and rebirth. And he'd like to try and corrupt pure innocence of yours.

(if you have 🥱)

Satan can be soft, sweet loving and his words never fails to make you swoon and fall for him again but when he's fucking you, he's doing it like it's the last thing he'd do with you, his thrust are deep, hard and slow. Satan won't stop until you got to the point where you can't even speak, only moaning his name like a spell, your tight warmth around his cock as you're close to your fifth orgasm"no more.. please!" eyes rolled back with tears and your chest are soiled with your own cum struggling to focus on reality. You were straight up desperate for release, "I'm sure you can take one more, darling" Satan has other plans.

With your legs are dangling on his shoulders Satan's hips mercilessly pounding into you, "look at you, looking so innocent yet you're cumming all over yourself."

Asmodeus

A lingerie he'd love

Tbh i can see him wearing one too, his hole stuffed with a pink 5.1 in dildo inside

would go delicate on your silk satin lace

"my my~! What a suprise i got." He smiled this is the type of suprise asmo would want daily, quickly walks over to you while taking his time kissing and marking you all over from bruising your already puffy lips to neck and waist, his hand groping your perky chest while his other hand takes off all his clothing before revealing the dildo inside of him infront of you making it visible of how deep it went, it's so wet and lewd making you wonder long it's been in him. Asmo will make you ride him as he tease and play with your body

Whenever asmo gets close he gets soo whiny and babbles about how good you feels or how good you're doing it, praising and the most dirtiest words fall outta his lips. "nghh~ I'm close.. you make me feel so good~!" He'd even try a double sided dildo with you if you're down for it. "C'mon don't get shy now.. hurry up and spread so we both can take this in." Hell, asmo would even make it a competition who can get it deeper.

He loves playing with your cum especially when he came inside you and scoops it out with his fingers and spreads it all over your thigh or ass, when i tell you Asmo is downbad nasty he's NASTY.

Beelzebub

A lingerie he'd love

Or just a red/orange thong will do ✌️

He's pretty impatient when he's riled up so- basically easy access are a turn on lmfao

Beel moaned his senses were filled with nothing but you. Your smell, voice face and cum. he grabbed your thighs and kept them spread, his tongue lapped up your hole deliciously. His grip on your thigh tightened to keep you from moving too much so he can focus eating you.

Satisfied and sure you're already prepped enough for him beel slid himself in, now he's big, biggest out of the brother's so taking him whole isn't a simple task "wait- ah fuck it can't fit" you panicked, literally feels like you're being torn apart into two but beel reassured you and kept telling you to loosen up by praising you "calm down you're doing so well taking me in~ I'm sure the rest will fit.. just a little more okay?" [He lied]. Beel LOVES to press on your stomach where his cock bulging through, it turns him on since this boy has hella size kink. You feel so full and he's probably not all the way in, beel will kiss you as he fucks you relentlessly kissing you everywhere biting marking and tasting you. "Can you suprise me more often?" Beel spoke with the most innocent face ever 😭

Belphegor

Lingerie he'd love

Debating whether he'd prefer purple/grey/blue but I'd choose purple just like his eyes tbh

Just like his twin he'd love easy access knowing how lazy and unbothered he can be, so just wear the top or nothing atp

Sneaking to his room and climbs ontop of him, taking off his pants to reveal his limp dick, well it's limp for now at least. Sucking him and rubbing it against yours will make him hard fast, his eyes still closed and deep asleep feeling like he's having a wet dream, soon enough belphie opens his eyes finding you riding him. Bouncing up and down on belphie as he's just laying there letting you do the work "don't stop- faster" he's annoyingly demanding at most times so just shut him up by edging or kissing him it works well lmao

Belphie would plead and cry out for you to keep going even if he's on the brink of passing out "please i can take more.. just one more round" literally he'd pass out, tears and drool staining his face as you switch and fuck him this time, thrusting in and out of his bruised puckered hole, cum all over his stomach and sheets that he won't clean up. Gasping and clawing you for cuddles and for you to keep your cock in as you snuggle up together. Gets more whiny during aftercare, when he's close he'll let out soft moans.

[hi sinners]

[bootkink]

Okay. That's going back off. What the fuck is wrong with you like, actually.

What the actual fuck.

[axel-ambassador]

I was gonna draw a sweet scene where Carmilla was telling Vaggie to just be herself (like from that one drawing you did) but then I realized i have no clue whay Carmilla in the hogwarts au looks like. Can we get the designs for all the teachers?

- @jacksfandomrandom

Ok I don't have all the teachers ready but I do have a few 😅

For Carmilla, I figured a Hogwarts and a Casual design cuz she's Vaggie's mom and not just a teacher. I made her 'mask' in the show a birthmark, and the black streak in her hair a grey streak. Her necklace is the family crest (idk if we see it in the show so I kinda just did whatever)

For Adam, I gave him something close to his big ass robe and put a Slytherin spin on it. I was gonna give him something else before deciding that "no the fuckass robe stays"

Alastor isn't anything that we haven't seen from human designs for him. His wand is in his cane cuz he's dramatic like that, and I have his hair a slightly orangish tint to allude to his red hair in the show. And of course, green eyes to represent his voodoo.

Go crazy! Carmine siblings coming soon!

[lvrsparadise]

'AFTER DARK' - M.S

Synopsis - “But… why do you hate that you like it?” "Because I'm supposed to hate you! And I can't do that when I'm in love with you!"

Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, arguing, Nick and Chris r kinda asses, use of Y/N, crying, name calling (not directly though), crying.

A/N - I was listening to 'After Dark' and I thought about something I had written down but lost but I still remember the plot. This is so long😭 Although, please enjoy ! ♡

You and Matt had been at each other's throats since you guys met.

He'd say one thing and it would lead to either a small banter or an actual yelling match. But with you two, it was unpredictable what was going to happen.

Lately you two have been a little more smiley with each other, still bantering a lot, but sometimes playfully.

----

Matt was in his room, and I'm sitting in the living room, watching the same show I had on when Nick and Chris went out to eat with Madi and Laura.

Soon enough, I got bored and paused the episode and walk to Matt's room.

He doesn't look up from his phone but sighs.

"Get out."

I just shake my head and plop down in his chair at his desk, drumming my fingers on the arms of it lightly.

"Nah. I'm bored."

He groans. “Why are you in my room?”

"Entertainment? I guess." I sigh and shrug.

"I got bored in the living room by myself. Nick and Chris went out to dinner with Madi and Laura and left me here."

“So, they just… left you here?” His eyes widen a little. He puts his phone down on his bed next to him.

I shrug and look down at his desk at the keyboard and little pieces of candy wrapper trash. 

"I guess. "

"Well, why didn't you with them?"

I shrug again and cross my arms on the desk, avoiding messing up his keyboard.

"Just, wasn't in the social mood."

I'm thankful he can't see me right now. Even when I walked in, he never looked at me. Thank God. I feel like I look absolutely terrible. I feel exhausted and drained. I have no real reason to feel this way, but I guess emotions are just difficult.

I hear him sigh and hear the small 'thunk' of his head pressing against the headboard.

"Whay are you still here? You need something?"

I just shrug again, knowing he can't see me.

"Not really. Just don't want to be alone I guess."

I lay my head on my arms, closing my eyes. Laying my head down like you would on a desk at school.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Entertain you?" Matt's voice rings from behind the chair.

"I'm not expecting anything. I just didn't want to be alone. Is that such a hard thing to understand?" My voice firm and muffled by the way my face is buried in my arms.

I know I can't see him, but I can hear the eye roll in his voice.

"Why can't you just get out? Find something else to do other than be a fucking bug." He grumbles the last part, but I can hear it clearly.

I sigh frustratedly and stand up from the chair walking to his door. 

"Fine. I'll just go fuck myself then." I grumble as I swing the door open and walk out of it, out of his room. Just like he wanted.

He puts up his hands in disbelief and just stares after you. Once you leave, he sits up, and buries his head back into his hands. He sighs a little louder, and his voice is more strained.

“Stupid…” he mutters.

-

I walk back into the living room, plopping down on the chase and curling up in one of the many blankets that are strewn across the length of the couch and grab my phone.

I open up Instagram and start to go through everyone's stories, just to get everything out of the way. I click onto Nick's story and see a picture of not just him, Chris, Madi and Laura. But of all of my friends. And that hits deep.

I scrub a hand over my face with a sigh before clicking off of the story and closing out Instagram entirely.

For some reason, I feel sad knowing that I'm not there.

I feel my breathing pick up slightly and tears well in my eyes. I tighten my grip on my phone, my knuckles white, and close my eyes for a second, making the tears fall down my face.

My mind drifts back to the only other person in the house. The same person I have a love/hate relationship with.

After a few minutes of playing some weird iOS game, I hear footsteps coming from Matt's room. Then I feel the couch behind me sink.

He doesn't say a word. Just sits there.

I immediately notice his presence but decide to ignore it until I can't. My back is turned to him.

"What do you want?" I grumble, not turning around or turning my head to look at him.

He puts his head on the back of the couch. His shoulders are slouched, and his expression is… blank.

“I don’t know, I felt bad.”

I snort softly at his words.

"Since when do you feel bad for me? Yeah right." I mumble the last part to myself.

His eyes narrow a little. I can tell he heard me, but it's all silent for a few moments.

"It was rude that they just left you here." He shrugs, and his tone is... a little less rude than his normal snarky and sharp one.

"Yeah, well it's fine. I don't mind." I mutter and sniffle to clear my stuffy nose from crying.

He tilts his head to the side, looking at the back of your head.

“Do you have a cold, or something?”

"Oh, yeah. No, I'm fine." I keep my back turned to him, but I drop my phone and use the sleeve of my zip-up to wipe my nose and cheeks.

“Are you sure? Cause it kinda looks like you’re crying.” His voice is a little gentler than I'm used to hearing.

"I'm fine, Matt." My voice firmer and a bit louder than I was speaking.

He notices the change in tone, and he sounds a little sterner.

“You know, this is exactly why we can't be friends. You won't tell me what's going on when I ask, and then you get all defensive and mean when I do notice that something's wrong.” He crosses his arms tight, and he looks forward again.

"Well, maybe I don't tell you because you're usually the reason why." I sniffle again and try to breathe through the upcoming wave of emotions. My voice cracking slightly.

His eyes widening a little and he looks at you, his expression soft with regret.

"Am I the one who made you cry?"

His eyes stay soft, and he looks really concerned.

I sigh and shake my head, picking up my phone and pulling up the photo of Nick and the others.

"Not this time." I exhale sharply. My voice quieter than my previous tone and strained from me trying not to cry again.

He looks at you for a few more moments, and his face softens even more.

“What happened..?” He speaks as gently as he can.

I reach my phone out with a photo from Nick's story of him, Chris, Madi, Laura, Sab, Ari, and Oliver sitting at a table with big smiles on their faces.

I feel him grab the phone from my hand and presumably try to look at it better.

He looks at the phone screen, then looks back at you.

“They didn’t invite you?..”

I sit up on the couch, moving to a sitting position instead of laying and kick the blanket off me.

I chuckle dryly.

"And what's worse... is that it's my birthday today. I mean, I don't usually celebrate it but, it's my birthday and all of my friends are out without me." I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs and rest my chin on my kneecaps.

His head snaps up to my face, his brows low.

"Wait, it's your birthday...? And you're alone?"

I sniffle and rub my eyes. 

"Like I said, I don't mind anymore. But I just go so overwhelmed earlier when you told me to leave your room, I just started crying and my mind drifted back to that whole fact and I just-" I just sigh and put my forehead on my knees while closing my eyes, shaking my head softly.

His eyebrows raise.

“You don’t… mind being alone on your birthday?” His expression softens a bit when he watches you put your head on your knees.

I just shrug again and breathe in through my nose sharply.

"Wouldn't be the first time." I mumble to myself but instantly realizing Matt heard it.

His voice is a little softer, and he sounds concerned?

“Why are you so okay with being alone? Is it a defense mechanism or…?” He just looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"I never really got much attention as a kid. I was basically forced into isolation most of my childhood."

I lift my head and rest my cheek on my knee, my head turned to Matt.

His expression softens and he looks at the ground, listening carefully.

“Was it… hard? Being alone like that?”

His eyes move up to meet mine. The eye contact being genuine and not as snarky as usual.

"Sometimes. My older sister, Izzy, was the only person who ever paid attention to me and made sure I had everything I needed for like school and stuff." I straighten my legs out and lean my head on his shoulder.

He looks at you for a moment, but when he sees where you put your head, his entire expression softens. His eyes glance at you before he looks down at his own lap.

“I don’t like you being alone on your birthday… you deserve to be celebrated.”

"Well, I'm not alone. I mean, you're here, aren't you?" My voice calm and filled with an emotion not even I can identify.

“I mean… yes. I am here. But I… I don’t feel like that’s enough.”

His voice is soft and gentle. Whatever emotion is filling the air right now, he must feel it too.

"To me, one person is better than nobody. So, to me, as a person who has spent quite a few birthdays alone, that is more than enough." I slightly nuzzle my head onto his shoulder more comfortably.

His eyes stay focused on your face. He hesitates for a moment, then shifts a little closer to you.

I feel his arm wrap around my shoulders, and smiles when I nuzzle into his shoulder.

After a few moments of silence, I speak up.

"This is comfortable." I mumble as I shift around to drape my legs over his and rest my head on his shoulder, closer to his chest.

"This is comfortable…." He mumbles.

He hums quietly, the action vibrating his chest and calming me down even more. I feel him rub his hand up and down my arm, and his other one draped across my waist, holding my body close to his.

I slowly let my eyes drift shut. I bring my hand to rest on his chest next to my head. I bend my knees a little and move closer to him, if possible. Suddenly feeling even more exhausted than before.

He smiles when he feels one of your hands on his chest, and he holds you even closer to him. He lets a few seconds pass, but his brain is moving a mile a minute.

"Can I… do something?" he whispers, his voice a little strained.

I nod once against his chest, the movement slowed from my fatigue.

A beat later I feel the hand that's wrapped around my shoulders lightly carding through my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

I hum in content and snuggle closer to his body, yearning for his warmth.

After a while of just lying there, I feel myself lulling into a very inviting rest. The motion of his hands in my hair, and his warmth and the way his arms are wrapped around me are enough to make me drift off into a restful sleep, my breathing evening out.

-Matt's POV-

I lay there holding her in my arms, listening to her breathing. Feeling her chest rise and fall.

"You fell asleep on me..." I mumble and run my fingers through her hair one last time before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

I keep glancing down to see if she's woken up yet, but she looks s peaceful... I hope she's comfortable.

I lay there for a few more minutes doing nothing in particular, just looking at her in this peaceful state. I can't believe I could hate her. I think I only didn't like her because I've never seen this side of her before.

After a few more minutes, I shift around so I'm holding her bridal style, her head not moving from where it's rested on my collarbone.

Slowly I make it to my room and set her down on my bed, putting the comforter over her body and then sliding in behind her, slinging my arm around her waist and holding her to me.

I breathe in her scent and feel myself lulling off.

--MORNING-- -Y/N's POV-

I wake up, instantly feeling arms around me, holding me tightly, and breathing on the back of my neck.

At first, I'm alarmed but then I open my eyes and see I'm in Matt's bed.

'How did I end up in his bed??'

"Mm..." I hear from behind me.

I look around the bed for one of our phones, but neither are in sight.

"What time is it...??" I mumble to myself before giving up my search, concluding I had left mine on the couch last night.

"Shh... It's still early.." Wow tired sounds good on him.

He doesn't sound that awake yet, his voice a bit strained. I feel him nuzzle farther into the back of my neck, gently pressing a small kiss to the base of it.

I feel my cheeks heat up from the feeling of his lips on the back of my neck. I shift around to where I'm facing him. I brush a few strands of his hair from his eyes. 

"Sleepy looks good on you..." I mumble to no one in particular. Just stating a fact.

He slowly begins to open his eyes, his expression still sleepy and calm. He looks into my eyes, the little bit of sun peeking from the cracks in his blinds shining on his eyes in just the right way. His eyebrows raise a little bit, and I can see a small blush make its way across his cheeks.

"Morning..." His voice sounding softer than I've ever heard from him. Is he... smiling? It's hard to tell.

I allow myself to gaze at his entire face, inspecting every little thing. My gaze lingers on his lips for a moment before I meet his eyes again. 

"Morning." I smile softly, not minding this kind of contact or interaction.

He just stares at me for a second, his eyes still looking tired and a smile finding its way to his face.

After a minute or two of us looking at each other, I feel the warmth of his hands leaving my sides, making me frown lightly. He sits up, leaning against the headboard, and rubs his eyes.

"D'You sleep well? You probably weren't comfortable using me as a pillow." He chuckles quietly. His voice still quiet and laced with sleepiness still, the blush not as visible, but still there.

"I was, very comfortable. But may I ask how I ended up in the bed? I fell asleep on the couch... I think." I roll onto my back and sit up a little bit, laying my upper back on the pillows, putting a bit of distance in between us.

"Yeah, I um... I carried you to my bed..." His smile disappears and his cheeks flush, changing color from the blush. He looks at his hands in his lap, seemingly avoiding my eyes.

"I thought you'd be more comfortable? I don't know..." His voice trailing off, shaking his head softly.

I clear my throat and move to a sitting position, like him, leaning against the headboard also.

"Well, uh... either way thanks for... y'know, being there last night. I kind of liked the side of Matt I saw last night." I send him a small grin, despite him not looking at me for a few more moments.

He seems to perk up at my words, once finally registering what I had said.

"You.... liked seeing me last night...?" His face flushes again and he turns his head to me, a smile on his face.

I don't think I've ever seen his smile directed towards me. Always to his brothers, family, and friends. But having him smile at me feels... special. Like it's all for me.

"Yeah." I smile softly, looking down at my lap where my hands are folded together.

"That was probably one of the only times you didn't call my annoying or a bitch." I look back at him.

"So, yeah. I liked seeing the nice Matt." My smile drops a little.

"And I am sorry for being such a pain in the ass. I guess I can be kind of... persistent at times. And nagging." I slightly shrug one shoulder and pick at some of the fuzzies on my sweatpants.

His eyebrows raise again, and he looks straight at me.

"You really are something else... I didn't think you knew how to apologize!" He smiles playfully at me, but his comment hurts.

I swear I feel my heart break a little. I feel the tips of my ears warm up, and my face gets warm from the overcoming feeling of wanting to cry.

I clench my jaw and ball my left fist up, my nails digging into my palms. I move to sit on the edge of his bed and stare down at the hardwood floor.

"I think I'm going to head back to my place."

I can feel the smile drop from his face when he speaks, sounding shocked.

"Wait, what? It's still kind of early, why would you want to go already?"

I clear my throat and stand up.

"I've been over here for a week already; I should go back so I could clean up anything my roommates might've messed up." I zip my hoodie up all the way and walk to his door, not sparing him a glance, his comment hurting more than it should. I open the door and step out into the kitchen.

I hear him slide off of his bed and follow me out to the kitchen.

"Wait, don't leave. We have to talk about...." He trails of lightly. I can feel his gaze on me as I shuffle around looking for my wallet, keys and shoes.

"You and I.... We have to talk. About us..."

That makes me stop in my tracks, in the middle of the living room. I turn around to ace him.

"What is there to talk about?!" My voice strained and high pitched. Almost whiny in a 'I'm about to cry' way.

"So what? I had a moment of weakness, and you were there! Why does that have to change anything?" I throw my arms up and feel my throat starting to tighten.

"And- And just because I 'know how to apologize', doesn't mean shit! So, please tell me. I'm all ears. What is there to talk about?" I put the words in air quotes, because the way he said it, hurt my feelings. And especially after I tried to be the better person and own up to what I do and apologize for it.

His eyes narrow a little, and his voice sounds annoyed.

"Just because you had a moment of weakness doesn't mean you can just suddenly leave! There is more for us to talk about! Especially after last night."

It's obvious he's trying to keep his cool. Like he doesn't want to snap. But honestly, if he did snap, I wouldn't care. His eyes are sharp and focused as usual, but a hint of that softness from when we woke up is still faintly there.

"Nothing happened Matt! I was alone, so I went to your room, then you kicked me out of your room, and I got sad and started crying and you were the only one around! Plus, if you really fucking wanted to, which I wouldn't put it past you, you could've left me to cry alone! Laughed in my face! Called me another insult! You could've done anything! But you didn't. You stayed. And you comforted me until I fell asleep! That's all the fucking happened!" I moved closer to him. Every word I speak is accentuated by a jab of my finger to his chest.

My voice has raised a little and I'm getting angry now. My breathing has started to get a little bit faster because of the immense amount of frustration and anger I feel.

He lets out small grunts at every jab of my finger.

"Stop it! Just... stop it. You are so impossible to work with." He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but it's clear I've plucked a nerve. And good, not what I was going for, but a win is a win.

"You don't want to talk about last night because deep down, you know that you liked what you saw, but you don't want to admit it." He goes quiet and steps back, putting distance between us.

"Maybe I do like it! Maybe that's why I'm choosing to ignore it! Because I liked it! And I hate that I liked it. I hate that I let it happen. I hate that I allowed myself to cry in front of you. I hate how perfect you look, even when you're yelling at me. I hate how blue your eyes are and how much they remind me of the ocean. I hate how you can do what you want in my life, and I allow it! Because I like it!" I can feel tears of frustration spilling down my face. My eyes are wide and firm with anger and frustration. My lips twisted in a flat line, nostrils flared, and face flushed from anger and crying.

He seems to be caught off guard. His mouth slightly agape, watching my emotions switch back and forth all at the same time, looking speechless.

"O-oh..." I faintly hear him mumble. He looks...confused?

He takes a few small steps towards me, his voice so inviting.

"But... why do you hate that you like it?" His words come out in a whisper, his tone gentle, his eyes soft and calm, his face kind and inviting. He looks slightly nervous.

"Because I'm supposed to hate you! And I can't do that when I'm in love with you!" I accidently shout the words, and then immediately regret that. My eyes get impossibly wider, and my hands fly over my mouth.

He takes another step back, his jaw dropping lower. He stares at me for a few seconds, not saying anything, which makes worry churn in my stomach.

He blinks a couple times before he clears his throat and closes his mouth.

"Did- Did I hear you correctly...?"

"Fuck!" I ball my hands into fists and press the heels of my hands against my forehead and push my back against the closest wall, sliding down it to where I'm sitting on the floor with my knees to my chest.

I let out a few choked sobs and mumbles of curses before nodding.

"Yeah." My voice quiet and hoarse. I sniffle and squeeze my eyes shut for a second and open them again, dropping my hands to my sides.

I watch as he walks over to me, dropping to his knees next to me and pushes my knees away from my chest. He pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey... shh. Slow down. I'm not... I'm not going to judge. Just slow down. I'm right here." I hear him whisper. And feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.

"Don't panic. Just take a deep breath, let it all out. I'm right here."

That's all it takes for me to completely break down. Sobbing, and mumbling in between with hiccupped breaths. All the while he's stroking my hair and occasionally running his fingers through it.

"I'm so sorry." I manage to choke out between short breaths and sobs.

He presses another kiss to the top of my head and grabs one of my hands, his other hand rubbing my back in comforting patterns.

"You have no reason to be sorry... You're allowed to... to feel this way, okay? I'm not mad at you, and you shouldn't be mad at yourself either. Just... breathe with me, okay?" I feel his hold tighten, reminding me he's there.

I attempt to match his deep, calm breaths, but I can't. No matter how hard I try, I always end up hyperventilating after I cry.

My breathing starts to come out uneven, raggedly, too fast and choppy, making me lightheaded.

"Hey. Hey, look at me." He puts two fingers under my chin turning my head to face his.

"Breathe. Just breathe. Slowly in through the nose." He inhales slowly through his nose.

"Then slowly out through your mouth." He exhales slowly through his mouth.

"Do it with me. In."

Inhale slowly.

"Out."

Exhale slowly.

It's too difficult to match. But after many attempts, my breathing has slowed down and my head is no longer dizzy.

He watches as I control my breathing and return it to normal. Once it has returned to a normal pace, he lets go of my chin, leaving the area cold from where his fingers were.

"Good.... Deep breaths, that's right."

He lets out a small sigh and presses a kiss to my forehead before wiping my cheeks free of tears and tear stains.

"Can you tell me why you feel so bad about this?" He asks quietly.

"I don't even know. It just feels wrong, feeling this way. It feels like I'm supposed to see you as an annoying older brother but instead I developed feelings for you."

He hums gently, seeming to wrap his head around my words. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking one deep breath then opening them and looking into my eyes.

"Look, just because you're supposed to see me as a brother doesn't mean you can't have feelings for me. It just changes the dynamic. And you can't blame yourself either." He shakes his head once.

"Because it's not your fault. Not one bit." He cups my cheek and wipes away a few stray tears with his thumb.

"How did you... How did you know you were in love with me...? I mean, how- what made you realize it?"

I sniffle and clear my throat, not wanting my voice to give out. I take another deep breath before speaking.

"Last night. When you stayed and comforted me in my so called 'moment of weakness'. When you didn't push my head of your shoulder. Or even just the fact that you listened to me last night. And the way you held me was..." I trail off, not knowing how to describe it. It was so comforting and calm the way he held me, it put me to sleep. Literally.

He beams that sweet smile out, lifting my spirits a little.

"Did- did you like being comforted last night?" His voice becoming soft, and delicate.

I nod and lick my suddenly dry lips.

"Yeah. Hearing you talk that softly was really nice. And I liked being in your arms." My voice a little nervous from having to admit this out loud.

He looks as though he's processing my words, like I can see the little loading circle above his head, and then when it clicks, his entire face lights up.

He stands up, holding his arms out.

"Come here." His voice a little firm and commanding, but still soft and sweet.

I slowly climb to my feet and just about throw myself into Matt's arms, wrapping my arms around his torso and his arms wrap around my neck and shoulders.

"About fucking time you two stopped denying shit."

We break away from the hug quickly and turn to the kitchen where Chris is standing rubbing his eyes.

"What?"

"God, are you two blind? You guys have been ogling each other when the other wasn't looking. It's been driving me insane. And now Nick owes me 400 bucks."

Matt groans and I roll my eyes and plop down on the couch with a small smile on my face as I feel the cushion next to me sink and then an arm is being draped across my shoulders and pulling close to him.

--

After a while, we make it back into his room.

We're laying on his bed, both of us on our phones, not really talking.

Out of nowhere, he drops his phone and turns to me.

"You want to go to dinner sometime?"

I lay my hands in my lap, turning my head to look at him.

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Are you going to say no?"

"No."

"Then yeah, I'm asking you on a date."

I smile at the dorky tactics and roll my eyes playfully.

I grab the part where the strings of a hoodie are on his hoodie and pull him to me, our lips colliding in the middle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

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[captain-of-playground]

Weird, he didn't expect that. Oh well he will just have to find Egg the hard way. He walls down the halls curiously, his otter tail swaying.

"Egggggg! Exactly where are you located! Have you departed already?"

He yells once more. He stops walking and sighs, scratching under his helm. Gods, this was weird.

"Greetings Songbird! I arrived to extend a sincere greeting!"

He yells out, trying to find the Musician.

"I witnessed your most recent performance, and you performed it with the same level of excellence as always! Would you like to go out and grab something to eat?"

-> There was no response back to the knight as he entered the orchestra house. Which was.... Odd, normally the conductor was always around to welcome anyone who showed up. -> Most of the performers had left by now, only a couple late nighters and the cleaning staff were around, but now famous conductor anywhere... @speedy-knight

[ocoddities]

Warnings: Slight gore at the end, unhealthy behavior, yandere tingz, random thoughts.

Imagine a god who had been the creator of the world, who was forced down onto the world, and wss hunted down by everyone across the lands for being an "imposter".

Imagine a creator who was beaten, killed, and scarred by the very men, women, and all in between he created. The very beings he fathered with love and affection, killing him again and again.

Imagine you, seeing this dishevelled and battered man, and taking pity on him. The word of the imposter god has spread far and wide, yet you can't help but want to tend to this poor excuse.

Imagine you being the only person who's offered him any kind of kindness or sympathy thus far. Being the only one willing to take him in and care for him when no one else would. Imagine going so far as to protect him from the ones who want to hurt him?

Oh goodness.. He's in love.

Imagine if it's just you two against the world. The time you both spend together, the battles you two endure, the scars of each conflict bestowed onto the both of you for sinning bringing him even closer to you. He'll take every stab, every arrow, every bullet, every weapon in existence to protect you. And if he fails, he'll never let it down, and he'll be engulfed in rage to go after whoever did it.

Imagine, as you two get into a fierce battle, someone cuts his head off. And his divine blood finally spills freely, now resembling rivers of gold. When he comes back, they bend their knees and drop their weapons, begging for his forgiveness. They'll do anything, they'll cut off their limbs, they'll take out their tongues, just for his forgiveness! They'll give him anything.

And he wants you, and you (probably) want him. It takes no time at all for him to make himself yours, throwing a massive celebration as you become his consort eternal. His one and only. The lands are forced to rejoice as their god announces the hand of their spouse, and his acolytes are forced to clap as they watch him melt in your arms.

He loves you with all his heart, and you will always come first.

So imagine using him to make a palace, a castle, the entire realm to your own liking. You ask him to terraform the lands into your own image, you tell him to lift the seas and crush the mountains so that you can build a new world of your own.

Imagine telling him to eradicate the very people you despise. Telling him to put them through the worse torture avaliable, be it physical, psychological, or supernatural. You want them to bleed, to hurt for what they did.

Imagine making the ones who pined for him, who did everything they could to try and earn his forgiveness for what they did, who were his loyal and fierce acolytes who would shatter the world for him, watch as you make love to him and whisper things into his ears.

Imagine telling his loyal acolytes they will never amount to anything, that they will serve for eons and not even hold a candle to you. They hate you, they want to hurt you, kill you… buy they cannot. Their God is attached to you by the hip, and he will not hesitate to erase them from existence if they even so much as upset you.

And he'll do it. He'll do it all without a second thought… because he loves you. He will crack the world open and give you its core, he will pull the limbs and organs out of any living creature and person and craft a being to your very liking. He will pull off his own skin and rip out his own bones if that's whay you want. He will snap the very threads of spacetime if it is something you want. Because he loves you.

He loves you. Oh god, he loves.

He may be a god to the many. But you are his god eternal.

[jj-maybanks-daughter]

Sisters

y/n and her older sister, Emily get in a fight about a boy. Jj, their dad, and the pogues try to calm the girls down

"GOSH emily! Why do you care! Butt out!" Y/n screamed to Emily who was only a few feet away

"When your crying every day don't come to me." Emily calmly said back

"I hate you!" Y/n screeched smelling her door

Emiky rolled her eyes and went back to her room, also slamming the door.

"There's not one day we don't have tot deal with this" Jj huffed as he walked up the steps, pogues following

"what is it today?" Pope remarked

"y/n told me about it. Its with tristen. I guess Emily thinks he's gonna " break her heart" because when she was in eighth grade that's what her little boyfriend did" Sarah explained

"you guys go talk to emily.... Ill take to y/n" Jj directed as he turned to y/he room

"knock knock" he said, openinf the door

She turned around on her bed to look away from him.

"what's going on" Jj asked shutting the door behind him.

"Emily's being a bitch"

Jj cut her off "hey"

"what! She is! She always thinks she knows so much better than me and she doesn't understand!" She shouted. "No one does." She added calmly

"come here." Jj pulled her into a hug and put her shoulder on his head. "Talk to me. Why do you think thta "

"I dont know. No one ever listens to me and just ignores me and ill tell her I don't want to go do something with her and she's like "what's wrong with you, everyone likes doing that" and I hate it"

"that's really frustrating. Anything else?"

"nobody likes doing what I do. I want to go on the boat, everyone else wants to surf. I want to take a walk, everyone wants yo watch a movie. We never do what I want to do."

"ad that makes you feel unwanted." Jj tried to understand. He sort of knew what she was coming from, but didnt know how to let her know he knows.

"yea" she sniffles

"well ill tell you what . on some days we can do what she wants and on the others we do whay you want. Does that sound good?"

She nodded her head and pulled out of the hug. "go apologize to your sister, please. I'll talk to her later"

"ok" she half smiled and walked down the hallway.

From then on out, they did what jj suggested. And all though there were still arguments,it wasn't as often.

[brightest-stars-if]

if may i ask for one favor (that i ask with no sense of entitlement and that you may feel completely free to refuse), should you ever want to edit the demo:

i really love picking the culturally significant names you provided (Calista and Basil are my favorite, respectively). would it be possible to come up with one more cultural name but have it be unisex, and then have that one name be put in both the m!MC and f!MC name options?

overall, i think it could just be interesting to see whay a unisex name looks like from this world that is so heavily gendered. and i also think it could be of comfort to any players outside of the binary who, while willing to play a character within one of those said binaries, may feel a unisex name option of in-game cultural significance as a salve (i say that as a they/them who leans moreso towards one gender end of the spectrum than anything else)

but if you want to hear why i specifically ask for this indulgance, it is a bit convoluted. usually only come up with one MC per i.f. game, and i think it'd be really fun to have this "one MC" have an alternate universe as a male and as a female. and normally, if i felt that inkling, i would just fucking do it lmao BUT i usually also feel no connection or drive to pick one of the pre-suggested names. so then i just pick a unisex name that fits within the game in question and manually type it in per replay. BUT i so love when fantasy games (especially i.f. as i so rarely see it done) gift the player names that have a cultural significance to the world they are in. so i wanted to ask if that could be coded in for selfish reasons too (tho i do genuinely believe in the former reasonings as valid; i just also dont project my they/them gender identity into my MC within this game, so im personally not upset this world doesn't have a Genderless Child MC option. and a huge part of this is thanks to your well-polished craftsmanship in how one of its main focuses of this story seems to very well be, in fact, the arbitrary futility of the binary with characters assigned in these two (semi-)strict gender roles. so like. i am being selfish in this favor request being for indulging my interest in "play one MC but switch the genders and see how the story impacts this specific personality as things go on + haa a culturally significant in-universe unisex name", but yeah, also, i do think it could be a comfort to other fellow nonbinary people and i do think seeing how this heavily gendered fantasy world would construct/react to a unisex name would be fascinating from a world-building/character-reactive perspective. bc it doesnt seem unusex names are too common, apart from Lux themself's name. and as an example of a character-reactive perspective, i bet m!Lux was worried about [unisex named m!MC] being a possible girl until informed otherwise that [unisex named m!MC] was another boy. ans, in a world-building sense, i also wonder if Lux and [a unisex named MC] would be treated differently bc of the seeming unpopularity of unisex names; but Lux has the protection of their father as king, whereas [a unisex named MC] has, though many protections, less than Lux and may be more often given the proverbial "a boy named Sue"/"a girl named Freddie"/"the initial elusivity of a child named Sam" treatment of others' distaste/mocking of their name, especially if it is or is not a true 50♀️/50♂️ unisex name. tho, again, i am only asking for one unisex name and to have that one unisex name be in both m!MC and f!MC's name options, im just saying not all unisex names are regarded with the same reputations of "unisex". but if youd like to add multiple unisex names of varying "it's unisex but tends to more often be a girls's name/it's unisex but tends to more often by a boy's name/it's unisex and perfectly divided between both genders in popularity" i would never step in to stop you lol)

but yeah, again, no expectations of entitlement towards this and you have every right to refuse, as it is your game 🤷 i just thought "eh. worse that'll happen is a 'no' lmao so whats the harm in asking??"

regardless: thank you for reading this far, i know i rambled a bit towards the end there. im a name-nerd, and so i LOVE it when authors say "this pre-suggested name has meaning in-game 👀", and the differing reputations of unisex names being dependent got me excited lol but i digress. thanks for the excellently fun game!! have a great day! 💗💕

So I read through this, and then I thought about it. And I figured yeah, I absolutely don't mind including a gender-neutral name option for the MC!If it makes people feel more comfortable, I don't see why not. And it's just a good option to include regardless. It will appear in the naming options after chapter 2 is uploaded.

Regarding Lux's name, honestly them having the ONLY gender neutral name was not intentional. It's just that if I'd named then Lucius/Lucia, for example, then I would have had to just call them L, and the thought of that didn't appeal to me. And besides, the meaning of their name is an important connection to the game. So that was my reasoning for Lux's name.

Every other character I named was off of meanings I'd found, pure vibes, and/or both. So the lack of gender neutral names was not intended to create a social bias against them, it was just a coincidence.

For the gender-neutral name I'm adding, however, I'll probably add some flavor text. If you choose it, then the MC's namesake is a woman. And so reactions to the MC being named after her will, occasionally, vary due to that. So it's sort of "a boy named Sue" situation, but not exactly.

TL;DR: yes, I'll add at least one gender-neutral option.

[bettertwin9000]

i think itd be cool if you had a checkered pattern on your mask, like as purple and black? sorry i was thinking, after i saw an ask about taking your eyebrows, like what else can we put there??🤔 and then i was like. squares. genius

sorry if this is incomprehensible 😭😭 im. yeah

WHAY KIND OF SQUARES.. huge ones? Tiny ones? You should show me