#nothing was the same-deluxe

[blackkatdraws2]

I can't sleep. I've just been listening to Odetari for the past few hours.

This is for the folks who don't know The Narrator (Black) is villain-coded.

[vellichorom]

setting things right // prequel + sequel to THIS animatic, 

( ft @tomi-chuu‘s stanley & “ timekeeper “ )

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

You ever listen to an album and so badly want to like it but nothing from it sticks with you?

[crsssie]

waiter waiter! ☝️

one mr. leon scott kennedy and track 16: i told you things please <3

HAPPY GRACIE RELEASE DAY!! luv u <3

you're the golden boy, and my worst regret - leon kennedy x reader

Sometimes you see Leon on the news.

You're at the local bar, drink in hand, blinking slowly at the television screen as you stare at your ex-boyfriend turned president's bodyguard, wondering if things would have been different if you never broke up with him.

If you moved with him, would you be by his side?

It stirs the boredom you have during after-work hours. The "if" comforts you when you have nothing to cling onto. You think you miss him a lot. You don't know if you do. You think.

He calls you sometimes — updates you on his life.

"I miss you" he'll slur out while drunk.

Does he? Is a drunk man's words a sober man's thoughts. really?

He'll forget about it in the morning. Wipe your number from his phone, wipe your call from his history.

You'll do the same, but you'll never change your number for some reason.

He'll never change his either.

secret of us (deluxe) event

[literaryvein-reblogs]

How do you slow down time in a story?

Writing Notes: Slowing Down Time

If you think about your relationship to time, you will probably find that time moves at a variable pace.

We all have days that zip by and nothing seems to get done; other days so crammed with events that 16 hours feels like a week.

Remember when you were a child and how time crawled when you waited for a birthday? Why is it that when we are put on telephone hold by a telecommunications operator every minute becomes much too long whereas if we are eating a piece of double deluxe chocolate layer cake for the same number of minutes the time seems to go quickly?

Time is relative. Time is variable. A writer gets to play with time.

Novelist Nicholas Baker makes an important distinction when he says that slowing down time is not about laying on endless description, but about turning your writer’s lens and focusing on something carefully.

There are times you want to intentionally slow down time.

For example, Robert McCrum, a 42 year-old British editor and writer, wakes up one morning in his London apartment to find that he has suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage which has left him completely paralyzed on his left side.

In My Year Off: Recovering Life After a Stroke, he takes a good ten paragraphs to narrate the 12 hours it took to make his way down a flight of stairs to the phone and call for help.

McCrum has stretched time out to show how excruciatingly long everything took now that he was paralyzed by a stroke, and also to convey the odd state of mind this event produced.

Use Flashbacks and Backstory

A good way to break the focus from the current narrative is to go back and show the readers what happened in the past. This way, you can simultaneously halt the story and give additional information and context to your readers.

However, keep in mind that these devices should not be used for the sake of a change of pace. Instead, they should always fulfill a purpose within the story itself.

Add More Introspection

More than just describing your character’s actions, show what they are thinking and how they are feeling.

Show the thought process that leads a character to make a specific decision.

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Narrative Pacing ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[galesdevoteewife]

Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

[mayearies]

☆.

NORMAL GIRL

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒

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genre: angsty (a lil fluff) | warnings: insecure reader a/n: i gotta confess i just listened to the ctrl deluxe because i didnt know there was one but I LOVE JODIE AND MILES SMSM translations: amor, que paso / love, what happened . di lo que piensas / say what you think . tía / aunt . como si fuera ayer, hermosa / like it was yesterday, beautiful . mi corazon / my heart . mamá, déjame ayudarte / mama, let me help you

summary: miles assuring youre the one for him no matter what ♬ song: normal girl by sza

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

miles and you were just laying down and watching some television on the couch while tía rio went to the store. she said she wanted to teach you and miles how to make pasteles tonight. you honestly weren’t paying attention to whatever was being shown, instead you were thinking about yourself. you just wish you were more-

“-normal?”

the tv cut off your sentence with that word, snapping you back into the moment. he noticed your sudden jump and looked up as you as his thumb circled your stomach. “you okay?”

“hm? oh yeah- yeah i’m fine.”

your voice was really unconvincing, he rolled his eyes as he laid his head back down on your chest and turned his eyes toward the tv again. “amor, que paso? you look upset.”

“nothing, just thinking.” “you know you can tell me anythin’, right? di lo que piensas.”

you know that. but you wanted to keep this to yourself. but also knowing him, he would be able to get you to crack sooner or later. miles was really passionate about hearing what you’re thinking. he liked to hear you speak. he says that a lot.

“you know how i, y’know act really out of character?” “what’chu mean, ma?” “like when we first met—don’t i act completely different now that we’re dating?”

the circular motions on your stomach paused for a second as he looked up at you but the motions still continued as he stared at you. glancing at your lips from time to time. “i mean, i never really noticed.”

“never?” “no. you stay the same in my eyes. the same cute princess i’ve known. so i dont know what you mean when you say ‘out of character’.”

maybe he didn’t see you the way you saw you. you felt like you’ve changed since you met him. in some ways bad, in some ways good. but you still felt like you weren’t yourself. “you know the times i would be hyper and all that.”

“como si fuera ayer, hermosa.” “well.. do you think thats normal considering me?”

miles squinted his eyes at you as he shifted so you were sitting on his lap. “‘normal’? you’re not normal.”

“exactly what my point is, miles. and i feel like it’s a problem.” “what’s wrong with not being normal, love? you can’t define normal in a person.” “but i’m not-“

“no buts, mi corazon. i like all the moments we share. the silly ones, the serious ones, thats all a part of you. and i like that. y’know, mama might have not had the best perception of you when we first met but, i still loved you. the same i do now. you might have changed. i still love you the same. ♡”

he lightly pepper kissed you over your face. he always knew a sweet way to shut you up. you were his life, and he wouldn’t want you being insecure about yourself any time of day. even when we was asleep or away for prowler business.

miles didnt have any expectations when he wanted a girlfriend. you just had to like him back. and you did. thats all he asks for. nothing else. “you okay now?”

he liked the way you would instantly melt at the kisses from his chappled lips. it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. he kissed your nose before you laid your head on his chest. he stroked your scalp, too.

the sweet moment was inturrupted when the door lock was making noise, “i’m back!”

miles’ hands gestured for you to move so he could help with the groceries. a faint “mamá, déjame ayudarte.” coming from him as she thanked him. you were still a little froze in the moment to which you couldnt feel tears on your cheeks drying up.

“oh! good, she’s still here-“

once rio turned her attention to you, she held a look of slight worry. which then shifted to an eyebrow raise at her son as he carried the bags.

“what did you do?” “nothing, mama! i swear. we just.. had a little moment while you were out.”

she looked back and forth between you two until her mouth made an ‘o’ shape, “ah, i see.”

“…not-“ “yes, i know ‘not like that’!”

©hiimayee

[colettebronte]

Presumptuous, Epilogue

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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: It’s a few months later so let’s check in on our couple. Have they mellowed or are they just as horny for each other as ever?

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ as always for the overall fic. Warnings for anal sex in the shower, EXTREMELY inappropriate behavior in an elevator, oral sex and an awkward phone call with Nan. Minors DNI. I will put this up on Ao3 so please do not repost my work elsewhere

Author’s Note: So here it is, the FINAL, final chapter of my Summer Epic. Thank you to those who followed along and to those of you just discovering this. Despite a few hiccups, I’ve had an absolute blast writing this and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it 🫶❤️

Thank you as always to @fayes-fics for betaing this whole fic. You’re THE BEST!

Epilogue: The Resort, Six Months Later

You wave the room card over the reader and as the door unlocks, you let out a squeal as Anthony hauls you up into his arms and then he kicks the door open and carries you bridal style over the threshold.

At this point, you really shouldn’t be surprised. The man has not let you walk over the threshold of any entrance since your wedding two days earlier.

Not over the entrance to your new bedroom in Aubrey Hall where the wedding was held and not out the doors and down the steps and into the town car that brought you to the airport. Not through the sliding doors of the airport or into the Private Plane Club Lounge. Not even over the people mover and into the hangar where said private plane was waiting. And certainly not through the bay doors of the actual plane itself. 

Your ridiculous husband even had you laughing as he carried you through the glass doors of the resort, your check-in documents clenched between his teeth. You had offered to hold them but he merely shook his head as he rolled up his shirt sleeves and hoisted you up into his arms.

Michaela, who had been your Maid of Honor and yet somehow beat you back to the resort, wordlessly took the papers out of Anthony’s mouth and checked you in as if nothing was amiss. Still holding you, Anthony bent over so that you, the new Viscountess Bridgerton, could sign your name and complete the check-in process for you both. Michaela handed you the folio containing your room cards and signaled for a porter to follow with your luggage.

Your room turns out to be the same Deluxe Beach Suite you had stayed in previously. As you enter the room, Anthony at last sets you down. The porter follows behind you and Anthony directs them to the bedroom. You walk around the room, marveling at how it looks exactly as it did when you last were there. Glancing at the bedroom to see Anthony fully distracted with unpacking, you walk over to the door that leads out to the beach. You undo the latch and are about to pull it open when a warm hand reaches over on top of yours.

“Ant, you don’t have to do this with every door,” you start to protest, but stop at seeing the fond look in his eyes.

“Please, let me do this for my new bride,” he pleads in a soft voice. And what else can you do but pull him close and kissing the tip of his nose, wrap your arms around his neck.

Whispering in his ear you say, “Take me to the beach, Viscount Bridgerton.”

“As my Viscountess commands,” he rumbles. His smile is luminous as he lifts you up into his arms, first banding a hand under your knees and the other around your back as he carries you over the threshold and down the boardwalk onto the beach. 

Maybe being carried everywhere in Anthony’s arms isn’t so bad after all.

********

With plenty of time before your dinner reservation, you decide to hop in the shower to wash the journey off your skin. You had asked Anthony to join you, but he demurred in favor of unpacking.

The double rainfall showerheads feel divine and it’s a shame you’re enjoying them alone. With a sly smile you call out, “Babe! Can you bring me my loofah and shower gel?”

A moment later Anthony, dressed in a white linen suit, enters with the items you requested. You reach out to take them from his hands and then Anthony yelps as you tug him by the hand and under the stream of water.

“Good God woman, let me get undressed first,” he splutters as his lovely suit gets wet.

You push him back against the stone-tiled wall, pressing your bare, wet body against his fully-clothed one. His groan is music to your ears as he shucks his jacket and starts to undo the buttons on his sodden, nearly see-through white shirt. With a growl you grip his collar and rip it open, elegant little buttons popping off in all directions.

He glares at you, but then he’s tugging his cufflinks off and tossing the remains of his shirt onto the floor. He makes short work of his trousers and then blessedly, he’s as bare as you are.

He pulls you tightly against him, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. He bands his hands around your ass and then you’re wrapping your legs around his torso as he positions you both under the spray of the showerheads.

He releases you and you slide down his body, enjoying his moan as you deliberately grind against his cock.

You move to the side, intending to take up the loofah but Anthony presses you into the wall with his chest against your back. You brace yourself with two hands and push back against him.

“Lady Bridgerton,” he murmurs into your ear, “Are you ready for me?”

You glance over your shoulder at him. With a sharp smile you reply, “Always, Lord Bridgerton. Now be a Good Boy and show me what you got.”

Anthony growls and then braces himself against the wall above you with one hand and, in one fluid motion, pushes into you. You gasp as his free hand wraps around your hip, supporting you.

He rests his head against your shoulder and asks, “Are you alright?”

After a moment, you adjust to the feeling of fullness and you nod. He tenderly brushes your hair over one of your shoulders and presses a kiss to your other one. “That’s my Good Girl,” he rumbles.

He runs warm, water-slicked hands lovingly down your sides and then he pulls back only to pound back into you, all the way to the hilt. You gasp and press your body back into his and he groans at the sensation. You reach back and put your arms around his neck as he leans down and adjusts his angle. One of his hands rests on your belly as he presses hot kisses into your neck.

His fingers slide down and part your folds. You press your hands against the tile for purchase as Anthony simultaneously rocks into your body from behind and works at your clit with his fingers.

The past six months have been wonderful, not just for your romantic relationship, but for your physical one as well. It’s allowed you to learn each other’s bodies thoroughly, knowing exactly how to bring the other pleasure with expert precision.

Which is exactly what Anthony does. Every thrust from behind is tempered with how exquisitely he swirls around your clit. It’s how you know exactly the right way to clench against and around him to leave him gasping into your neck with unrestrained pleasure.

Just as you feel yourself hurtling towards bliss, Anthony’s movements become stilted, a sure sign he’s about to come as well. Wanting to go over the precipice together, you slam back against him just as he works three fingers into your folds. You close your eyes and cry out as bright light overtakes your senses, pressing your back against his chest. Anthony rears his head back and yells, all while somehow managing to keep you both upright.

That evening, when you call down to reception, Michaela seems unsurprised that you decide to cancel your reservation and order room service for dinner instead.

**********

A few days later, you’re in the elevator on the way down to meet Anthony for lunch. He had decided to hit the gym while you slept in, despite your numerous attempts to keep him under the covers for a different sort of workout.

The elevator dings a few floors above the one you want and the doors open to reveal a sweat-slicked Anthony, his black tank top and gym shorts clinging to his body in some very interesting places. You raise an eyebrow and he shakes his head.

“Forgive the state I’m in, My Love. All the showers were full.”

You give him another once over. “I’d be lying if I said I minded.”

Anthony huffs a laugh and then you’re staring at each other. You wonder if your eyes look as feral as his.

And then you’re crashing together, your lips meeting as you wrap your legs around his waist, your hands reaching up to tug his hair. Anthony stumbles for a moment as he adjusts to holding you. He then wraps one arm around your back, as his free one reaches behind you to stop the elevator from moving.

You reach under his tank top and pull it up over his head. Anthony walks backward until his back hits the wood paneling of the walls. You hop down and pull your sundress over your head, dropping it onto the floor behind you. Anthony groans as he sees you fully bared to him.

As he toes off his sneakers and tugs down his shorts he says, “Of course you’re not wearing a bra or panties.”

You smile sharply as you advance on him. “I figured it would save us time.”

Anthony huffs a laugh as he stands and pulls you against him. “Wise girl,” he rumbles.

Twenty minutes later when you emerge from the elevator, both of you sloppily redressed, Michaela is there waiting for you, looking unamused.

“For the love of all that’s holy, can you both please try to keep your intimate activities to the private areas of the resort. I am happy to give you a list of the places without security cameras if it’ll help you both control yourselves.”

You wince and say, “There are cameras in the elevators, really?”

Michaela merely nods and with a sigh says, “Don’t worry, I already erased the footage.”

Anthony smiles and says, “Thank you. How many children do we owe you now?”

You giggle as Michaela shakes her head and tells him, “Far too many at this point.”

**********

A few nights later, you run into the bedroom ahead of Anthony and, tossing your purse onto the bed, kick off your heels before bending down to pull your panties off from under your dress. Anthony enters a moment later, breathing hard, having chased you down the hall back to your suite.

Barefoot and panties in one hand, you run your free one up the inside of his dinner jacket, slipping your underwear into his inner pocket. Anthony’s eyes darken as you push his jacket off his shoulders. You turn and he undoes the zipper of your dress, which you make a show of sliding off your body. Anthony moans and you turn to first undo his bow tie and then slowly unbutton his white dress shirt.

You lie down on the bed and undo your bra as you watch Anthony shuck off his shirt and undo the fly on his trousers. Beside you, your phone rings in your bag. You momentarily tear your gaze away from your husband to check it. You see it’s Nan and after a few seconds of debate, decide to let her call go to voicemail. If it’s an emergency, you know she’ll call again. You're about to set the phone down on the nightstand when Anthony pounces and your phone skitters out of your palm, landing somewhere above you on the bed.

You squeal as he tugs you so you’re positioned with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He pushes them apart and then with nothing more than one of his wicked smiles, he licks his way down your belly before nuzzling against your folds, leaving you moaning and calling out his name as you tug on his hair.

And that’s when a tinny, amused voice above your head interrupts things.

“I’m so sorry to be a bother particularly right now, My Darlings. But I called to ask if either of you has changed the Netflix password.”

You sit up in shock to see you accidentally answered the call from Nan, on speaker. Well shit.

Nan continues, “I am pleased to hear you’re enjoying your honeymoon. It reminds me of mine and your Poppy George’s. We never left our room the entire time.”

You feel yourself turn scarlet. “Nan!” you cry out as Anthony rests his head on your stomach and shakes with silent laughter.

“Oh don’t sound so scandalized. Why do you think you have so many aunties and uncles?”

If you could, you’d sink through the bed and under the floor and just disappear where you lay. Luckily, Anthony interjects. He sits up to move closer to your phone.

“I do apologize, Charlotte. I changed the password before we left. Give me a few moments and I’ll text it to you.”

“Thank you so much Anthony. And once that’s done, please resume whatever it was that caused Y/n to make those sounds.”

You grab your phone and yell, “Goodbye Nan!” You promptly end the call and turn off your phone for good measure.

Anthony laughs and kisses you on the forehead as he goes to text Nan the new password.

Ten minutes later, he does indeed resume taking you apart inch by blissful inch with his talented mouth.

But you are never, ever going to tell Nan about that.

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[queenburd]

it's not going to let me rest until i write about it, so tonight I want to talk about the TSP2 Expo in Ultra Deluxe, and why it's a thing at all, and what it means about the Narrator, and how deeply self-conscious he is.

The Expo is, and I say this without exaggeration, the Narrator's deep, desperate need to respond to the audience and the reviews from the Skip button ending. They say he's not funny; he makes "a whole lot of gags". He's still reactionary, he makes all of this in response to (and in my mind, in the downtime during) the Skip button, and it's the first thing you can find right after the game resets from the Skip button.

He's not over it.

TSPUD in general is in a big way about the relationship between an artist and their audience. (i swear on my life i've written those words before...) it's about how a creator can and does create for themself but does, on a real level, yearn for an audience to understand and appreciate, while also being scared that people wont get it, and also being scared about "needing" a reaction to begin with.

Create for oneself, sure, but you still want people to like the thing you made. You want them to experience it, this thing you put so much time into. You want them to laugh at the jokes, that's why the jokes are there, and you hope they hit right.

Elements of that have always been in TSP but they're at the forefront of TSPUD and especially all the Expo stuff. Even while the Narrator, in Skip button rants, berates the audience for wanting jokes and gags and bits to distract them, he immediately wants to please. He's yearning to be understood, and he thinks if he can just give the people what they want, then surely they'll find the meaning in his work.

And then there's that darn Bucket. And while the Bucket feels like, at times, a stand-in for the Narrator or a way for him to project, it's easier for me to see him trying to frame Stanley's bond to the Bucket as a parallel to his bond to Stanley, instead of the other way around.

Stanley is the thing that is here in this world and story to comfort the Narrator. But Stanley is also the thing that can crush the Narrator's spirit.

In the Press Conference Ending, Stanley's bold new approach to story-telling gets him lauded, gets him praise. In the Bucket version, he tries to make the Bucket understand him through other people understanding him, and it fails. It scans as the Narrator desperately trying to reach out to Stanley, even as he tries to get adoration from an audience. Stanley only has eyes for the Bucket in the Apartment ending; in the end, the Narrator only has Stanley for company, and he on some level wants Stanley to appreciate him. He asks for feedback in the Games ending. And while nothing will ever really make him happy, there, he still asks.

In the end, Stanley's the only audience that really matters. He wants Stanley to like the things he makes.

"Why did I create Stanley? Was I lonely?"

He was. And the audience he's looking for isn't one he can interact with.

TSPUD is about a creator's relationship with an audience, hoping they will play the game, and like the game, and understand the game, so that they'll keep playing. And the game "ends" when the creator says "okay. I think I'm ready to try something new. for real this time!"

And then he gets pulled right back, because the audience response is just so uproarious. How can you move on from a thing that did, on some level, garner you success? Shouldn't you just stick with the thing that made you successful? But how do you make it better, when it felt like a complete work?

When do you get to move on? When do you make that choice? Will the audience understand? Will they follow you? Or do they just want more of the same?

The answer isn't simple.

[queernoctis]

OK AFTER 100 YEARS OF REINSTALLING THE GAME I HAVE MORE RESEARCH ON SHINRA SCIENCE DEPARTMENT'S SPECIMEN LIVING QUARTERS

first is Ifalna+Aerith's room. I picked the screenshots with the other party members to show that it's a decent sized room. None of them are standing on top of each other, even barret has plenty of room.

it even has a litle space for the toilet and bath [the bath being behind the curtain.] is it the height of luxury?? absolutely not. but it might as well be a deluxe suite when we see what else is around it.

we've got some rooms with treasure chests. cloud to show how tiny these rooms are, especially compared to ifalna+aerith's.

there's too more rooms in the same hallway, each having a bed and a desk. you can see theyre also pretty damn small. the bed rooms and the chest rooms dont have any little nooks or alcove like a toilet room. on the minimap they break down like this:

[i didnt even think to take a pic of the bigger map when you press the touchpad kjgntfg gomenasorry]

of course its a bit hard to tell because of the chibi art style but well. it definitely looks like sephiroth's room is one of the smaller ones. there's what seems to be a desk in the bottom right corner. and from this angle, nothing else. maybe you could argue there's a bed right out of frame, but this framing is likely very deliberate. it shows that sephiroth cant even dream of having things like a bed, or a bigger, more comfortable room. literally all he wants is his mother. someone to cook for him and love him and care about him. he doesnt even have his own private bathroom, and he's so thoroughly conditioned/beaten down by shinra he doesnt even think of wanting one.

[jyzyo]

Night Terrors.

yoo jeongyeon x fem!reader

wc: 2k

Warnings: smut, mentions of dahmo, wet dreams, members may or may not have heard them, sub jeongyeon.

Synopsis: Jeongyeon has a different type of dream this time around.

Jeongyeon had a reputation for experiencing night terrors. It was just a thing of hers and every member knew about them. Whenever she wanted, they slept in the same bed as her. She mostly asked Nayeon since she didn’t feel embarrassed at the fact that she was being cuddled by the older member to sleep.

Well, it was her or you.

Ever since Nayeon started her promotions for “POP” she started arriving late and too tired to even talk to anyone, she started asking you to sleep with her, which you had no problem doing.

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“Can you sleep with me tonight Y/N?” she asked from the kitchen while you were on the couch playing Mario Kart 8 Deluxe on the TV with Mina.

��Yeah sure unnie,” you said, not paying attention to her and just answering her question with whatever response she wanted.

“Can you come now, please?”

“Yeah, sure, let me just finish this” you said once again, not paying attention to her remarks and twisting your body to the left as if it would move your kart the same direction.

“Y/N now please.” You heard her say more sternly, which made you hand over the remote to Mina. “Sorry, we can play tomorrow if you want,” you said, watching as she finished in first place despite previously being in front of her.

“It’s okay, no worries goodnight,” Mina said as you walked away from the couch and followed jeongyeon toward her room.

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After finishing your night routine in her bathroom, which already had all your products from all the nights you slept with her before, you went into her bedroom to see her reading a book.

“Good book,” you remarked as you got under the covers with her and turned to check your notifications one last time before going to sleep to make sure no one texted you.

“Hmmm” She hummed back, not paying attention to you but finishing the last few words she had on that page before placing it down on her night table.

You darted your eyes at her immediately and also placed your phone on the charger. She dimmed down the table light to barely light up the room. “You don’t use a bookmark? You’re a psycho” you said as you noticed her book didn’t have a bookmark sticking out of it.

“I’ll remember”

“Yeah right, you barely remember where you leave your wallet”

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You had no idea what time it was for, all you knew it was still dark outside and you could see the reflection of the moon peeking into her room. You could feel Jeongyeon squirming under the covers, which was a usual thing she did while sleeping, so you thought nothing of it.

Upon hearing a soft whimper from Jeongyeon, you opened your eyes again. You thought she was having another episode and turned your body to face her. You waited for any more signs before slowly relaxing again.

A faint but louder whimper escaped her mouth, increasing your concern. You turned your entire focus towards her and saw her squirm again. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think she was touching herself for a minute, but that conclusion soon came to an end when you saw her hands were outside the covers.

“Ngh..” Jeongyeon moaned as she squirmed again. “Please... Please.. that feels good,” she said in a much whiner tone. You finally concluded that she was having a sex dream. The way her body squirmed and the way she moaned so softly made you feel a slick dripping down onto your underwear.

You laid back on the bed facing the ceiling hearing her moans get quieter and softer by the second. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs together to relieve some type of tension between your legs.

“Please.. I-i can’t take I-it anymor- “ Her sentence was cut short by her suddenly sitting up against the headboard. You closed your eyes immediately, hoping to avoid the awkward situation. You could hear her taking deep breaths.

“Y/N..?”

“Mhm?” You said back. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was all out of habit whenever she called your name, you answered, why wouldn’t you?

You felt her lay back down and come closer to your body, her hand on your arm as she faced you. “What did you dream about?” You asked, deciding to be bold and get the details of her sex dream, not only to see what someone like jeongyeon wet dream would look like but also to get some sort of relief in between the aching feeling in between your legs.

“Nothing..” Jeongyeon shyly responded and moved away from your body instead turning her back towards you. “Well, you were moaning. I don’t think it was just nothing.” This time it was you who got closer to her. You could feel her breathing against you as you wrapped your arms around her and brought her closer to you.

Your hand slowly sneaked itself under her shirt, feeling her waist and stomach before slowly going upwards when you felt her stop you.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to help you, and can I..?”

You felt her grip on your hand loosen and give you access to her body again. Your hand moved up, finally reaching her breasts, which were covered by her bra. You started playing with one of them, getting a whimper back in response, “Does that feel good?”. Jeongyeon nodded her head quickly and you saw her hand grip her pillow.

"Tell me what happened in your dream and I'll help you," you said, now circling your thumb around her hardened nipple, which you could feel even over her bra. “I-I can’t..” she moaned before bringing her hand to her mouth to silence her whimpers.

“Come on, baby..how do you expect me to help you? You want me to help you, right?” You asked, getting a quick nod in response. “Then tell me what happened” Jeongyeon finally removed her hand from her mouth to answer you, but when she felt your hand go under her bra and pinch her nipple, the only thing she could do was let out a moan.

“Use your words.”

“I-i you..you were in my dream and you.. started by kissing me..t-then you started touching my chest..ugh..mhm..” Your touches on her nipple got her more sensitive by the second. “.. Then you touched me in between my legs..”

“Do you want me to help you?” You asked again, only getting a soft whimper of approval. You soon straddled her lap before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss.

Jeongyeon was squirming under your body and moaning into the kiss, you could feel yourself getting more excited with each whimper she let out. Fuck, she sounded so good.

In the midst of kisses, she whispered, "Please touch me," prompting you to grasp the edges of her shirt and remove it, revealing her dark green lace bra. Your hands immediately went to play with her breasts and sucking on the exposed skin area.

“Please.. please” you heard her say. She sat up slightly, granting you access to undo her bra. “You’re so needy” Her bra finally falling to her elbows even before obliterating it, you placed your mouth over her breast, sucking on her hard nipple, making her gasp and fall back onto the bed. “F-fuck..” Her hand traveling to your head, pushing you more against her breast, your other hand giving her other breast just as much attention.

You pulled away from her breasts and moved towards her neck, leaving marks all over the left side of her neck, knowing that the members would probably see them. “Please..” Jeongyeon pleaded.

“Please what?”

Jeongyeon groaned quietly before speaking again. “Please touch me there..” with that your hand moved towards her sweatpants, pulling them down as you moved your own body down to see a big darkened spot on her underwear, indicating just how wet she was.

“Aww..you’re all relied up for me, dollface?” Jeongyeon groaned at your remark once again before that groan turned into a loud moan as your tongue grazed her clit over her panties.

“Fuck me.. Y/N please..”

You removed her panties, throwing them on the floor before placing yourself in front of her, lifting her legs up to give yourself more access. You slowly licked her folds, tasting her sweetness, gripping her thighs tighter when ever she squirmed. “Stay still.”

You started slowly licking her clit, hearing those sweet moans of hers fill the room. You looked up at her as she touched her own breasts, giving herself more pleasure. Your hand then moving to her folds teasing her entrance.

“Mhm.. Please.. I want you in me”

You inserted a finger inside her, slowly thrusting into her before adding a second one, making Jeongyeon twitch.

“Ngh.. I’m close..” Her moans were quiet, but the more you touched her, the louder they got. Was she usually this quiet?

When you pulled away from her clit, she looked down at you with teary eyes. “Why so quiet?” You asked as you kept your fingers moving inside her, curling every time you went completely inside her.

“I-I don’t.. ahh.. want them to hear..” she said with grabbing onto the sheets.

“But I want to hear you.. they’ll just think you’re having another episode. Come on, I want to hear your pretty moans,” purposely slowing down to hear her pleads.

“Please..don’t stop Y/N” Her tone whiny and pleadingly, you went down on her again, licking her clit, making her moan loudly this time.

You felt her starting to clench around your fingers and squirming more than before. Her hand moving to her mouth to muffle her loud moans.

When you pulled away from her clit, she groaned and looked down at you with tears streaming down her face.

“I told you I wanted to hear you.”

“Okay.. just please keep going, I’m so close..”

As soon as you started sucking on her clit again, she moaned loudly just for you. Every time you thrusted into her, you could hear just how wet she was. You felt her clenching more around your fingers, indicating she was close.

Her moans were even louder now, and you were sure that if any of the members were awake, they would have heard her by now.

“Fuck you're so wet..” You said against her clit, making her twitch at the vibrations that it sent to her body.

She let out a loud moan, which sounded more like a scream as she finished all over your fingers, her thighs twitching. You pulled your fingers out and making sure to eat everything, not letting a single drop of her go to waste. Your tongue going flat against her folds making her twitch once more.

Her eyes were teary, and her cheeks were rosy when you went to kiss her. “Aw.. did I make my pretty girl cry?” You said as you wiped her tears away. “It felt.. really good,” she said quietly.

“Open your mouth.” You demanded her, and she did just as you said. You inserted your sticky fingers in her mouth and she knew what you wanted her to do. She twirled her tongue around your fingers, cleaning them up for you.

“You’re such a good girl baby..” you whispered in her ear, your hand going to her neck before kissing her.

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“Did Jeongyeon Unnie have another episode yesterday?” Mina asked, moving her hand to cover your eyes from the TV, Your hand soon removing it after.

“Um yeah why?” Your eyes are not moving from the game in front of you.

“Just thought I heard her moaning”

You couldn’t help but to let out a small grin.

“Oh moaning? No, I don’t think so, it was probably just Momo and Dahyun,” you said, receiving a small slap on the arm from Mina in return.

[trulybetty]

choices.

pairing: joel x reader word count: 628 warnings: none, just a itty bitty ficlet that we're yeeting out with no edit estimated reading time: 3 minutes summary: I'm procrastinating and Joel is Christmas shopping. ao3: linked

Joel was defeated before he'd even stepped foot in the department store.

The piped in Christmas music was too loud, the place too damn hot and he was staring at the two options in his hands, his brow knit together so tightly you'd think he was trying to solve the mathematical complexity of undoing one of Tommy's equations resulting in an odd number of cuts on a kitchen renovation.

To him, there wasn't a damn thing different between the two dolls—same wide eyes, same ridiculously sparkly dress—but he knew better, he knew his kid. Sarah was seven years old, the kind of seven that noticed everything. She'd never say it, but he'd know it. He just wished he'd paid more attention when she'd been chatting his ear off on the way home from school the other week. His free time was limited and that meant this was his last chance to finish shopping for Sarah.

Joel exhaled through his nose, he shifted the box edges in the palm of his hands, like maybe holding them a little differently might give him the goddamn answer.

You drifted by the aisle again, Ellie's list clutched in your hand. Extensive, and punctuated with her trademark illustrations including doodles of aliens and guitars. You were still scanning for the Lego set she had not stopped talking about for weeks. The kid already had the cunning of a detective. You were starting to suspect the actual set did not exist, just a ruse to suss out whether Santa was truly real or not.

But, as you scanned the shelves, looking for what could be the impossible, you noticed Joel Miller stood still in the same spot you'd noticed him in earlier.

"You're still here?" you asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Joel didn't look up from the dolls in his hands, "What's the difference between Deluxe and Ultimate Edition?"

You stepped in next to him and looked over the options in his hands, they truly were identical dolls and you weren't entirely sure why this had kept him rooted to his spot.

"That one has a red scarf and that one has a blue scarf?" you proposed after a moment of contemplation, "sorry."

Joel huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he nodded to the crumpled note in your hand, "At least yours gave you a list. Sarah just mentioned this in passing on the way to school: 'Dad, the Snowflake Doll is the best one, and the other one is lame'." He held both boxes up for inspection, "Now we've got Snowflake Deluxe and Snowflake Ultimate."

He gave a quiet sigh and slipped the 'Deluxe Edition' under his arm and returned the other to the shelf. Maybe Deluxe was better than Ultimate, at least sounded better. He knew Sarah would say nothing if it were the wrong one, she was that kind of kid. But he had to pick something, time was not on his side.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure Ellie has made up this Lego set as a means to find out if Santa is real."

Joel snorted, he was familiar with the young girl, Sarah and Ellie becoming thick as thieves despite their polar differences since you and your niece had moved to town during the summer.

"Well," he said, checking his watch, he was running late, "good luck with your Lego search. If it doesn't show up, just tell Ellie Santa got stuck in customs."

You smirked at the idea, knowing Ellie would love this plot twist, "Might just do that, thanks Miller," you said, taking off to scour the aisle once more, missing the beat or two Joel took to watch you before he set off for the checkouts.

[thehopelessromanticclub]

WONWOO FIC RECS  I

💋- smut // 💗-fluff //🥀-angst //💌-personal favourite

Series

introduce me a good person - @taeyegu (friends to lovers au) 💗🥀

“if there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithful…”

I found love in your smile - @wonlouvre (royalty au, arranged marriage au)💗🥀

The shattered camera - @puppetwritings( celebrity au, paparazzi au)💗🥀

Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

Drabbles/one-shots

Healing hues - @thedensworld (Slowburn, friendship au) 💗🥀

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

Ruminations - @waldau 💗💌

[08:41 pm] - @jjuniehao💗💌

Deluxe version - @darl-ings💗🥀💌

in which you and Wonwoo spend some alone time together.

Bedtime routine - @yikesmary 💗💌

where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, Wonwoo.

Two umbrellas - @hanniology💗💌🥀

Wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him.

Flustered - @waldau💗💌

Take a chance - @wonwoonlight💗💌

and they were newlyweds - @viastro 💗💌

in which Wonwoo builds the Ikea couch, but something... doesn’t look right.

conclusion number three - @wonwoonlight💗💌

you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove. a/n- this one was sooo Wonwoo-coded

The regular - @trblsvt (bakery au, college au) 💗

Wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.

Chocolate rum cookies - @wonwoonlight (non-idol au, friends to lovers au) 💗

Play again - @shuarush💗💌

after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. a/n - totally an all-time favorite.

first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo - @etherealyoungk💗💌

"stay there. i'm coming to get you." - @dokyeomin💗💌

wedding weekends with wonwoo - @suhnshinehaos (fake dating, non-idol au)💗🥀

jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyone’s aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. he’s tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone who’s having the exact same one?

Thank you authors for all your amazing works.🤩

If there are any fics that anyone would like to recommend feel free to do so🤗😁.

( also the dividers were from @cafekitsune and @baexywth. they have really cool dividers. do check them out.)

[oxycodone-soup]

As someone who has watched @janmisali's "how many Super Mario games are there" video several times and is eagerly awaiting the sequel (don't worry, I filled out the new survey already), I noticed something interesting in the beginning of GMTK's newest video. During the intro, he says he's played "... every single mainline entry in the Super Mario Brothers series". Naturally, my first reaction was to figure out what exact list of games that is. During this scene (mostly as a gag), he's set up a stack of games on the side. From bottom to top, they are:

Super Mario 3D World New Super Mario Bros U Super Mario Galaxy 2 New Super Mario Bros Wii Super Mario Sunshine Super Mario Galaxy New Super Mario Bros New Super Mario Bros 2 Super Mario 3D Land Super Mario Maker for Nintendo 3DS Super Mario 3D All-Stars Super Mario Maker 2 Super Mario Odyssey Super Mario Maker Super Mario Bros Super Mario 64 Super Mario Bros 2 (aka "USA") Super Mario Bros 3 Super Mario Land 2: 6 Golden Coins 2 Unidentifiable SNES/Super Famicom cartriges Super Mario Land

This is mostly similar to the "popular" 18-game list in the jan Misali video, with a couple differences. GMTK does include all 3 Maker games, which is completely fine since it's consistent.

While making this list I learned that the European SNES used the same design as the Super Famicom. I think this makes it likely that one of the unidentified carts is The Lost Levels, which would make the list otherwise match Misali's. I think the best candidate for the other cart is Yoshi's Island. Both of those appear in the video footage, but I don't know how to confirm either guess.

If someone has Mark Brown's contact and wants to waste his time asking for his justification on the enumeration and classification of the mainline series of games within the Mario franchise, let me know.

He also includes the following games in the video as footage, although seeing as the video also includes a lot of non-Mario games this probably means nothing for GMTK's opinion on what games are part of the mainline series:

Super Mario Bros Wonder Super Mario World 2: Yoshi's Island Super Mario Bros Deluxe Super Mario Bros: The Lost Levels New Super Luigi U New Super Mario Bros U Deluxe Super Mario Run

[yuoimia]

bubbly haze !

summary: their favorite bath products

chars: albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, childe, cyno, diluc, eula, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, mona, nilou, raiden, tighnari, wanderer, xiao, yae miko, yelan, zhongli.

cws: modern au, hardly proofread, maybe grammatical errors? gn! reader.

scented bath bombs - childe, ayaka, heizou, kaveh,

they own an impressive collection of bath bombs of every scent, color and shape, all meticulously organised categorically by aesthetics and purpose. you’d think they’d treasure them like precious lost gems, locked away in some fancy glass cabinets, but you’d change your mind in a split second if you saw them in the bath.

it’ll start off with one, singular bath bomb. it dissolves and fizzes, seeping and mixing into the water around them. but we could up that a bit more. there is a whole box just in the cupboard…

soon the bathroom smells like one of those heavily perfumed candle shops.

personalized shampoo and conditioner - albedo, tighnari, eula, zhongli

their hair game is top tier!! it’s serious business to them, and hair products from local stores just don’t meet their sky-high standards. their the ones that order from those custom-made sites, and claim that their deluxe, personalized shampoo and conditioner is 100% worth half their income. whether it actually works or not, it doesn’t really matter because their hair is a thousand times more healthy and shiny than yours :(

fragrant soaps + body washes - diluc, alhaitham, ayato, yelan, wanderer, yae miko.

these people always smell good. and its not from heavy layers of perfume, cologne or body mists, their charming aroma stems from their immaculate taste in bath products.

though it may not look like it, these people are very knowledgeable when it comes to the best complimentary scents and combos. very often they’d mix and experiment around different types of soaps and consistencies, spending a concerning amount of time in the bathroom perfecting their concoctions. despite this, they do have a favourite signature scent. it might be something simple like lavender, or something unusual like sandalwood and aquarian rose. ??

exfoliating sugar scrubs - kaeya, kazuha, cyno, raiden ei, nilou, 

the same type of people who enjoys consistent self-care. they know that sugar scrubs aren’t particularly essential in baths, potentially harmful if overused, but it sure heightens and makes the experience even more delightful and comforting. the have only a few of different fragrances, but they treasure and savour them like its their last. after all, baths for them are like an escape from responsibilities and expectations, a gateway to temporary tranquility.

it doesn’t last that long, but at least they have their sugar scrubs. 

water - xiao, itto, mona.

it’s basic, but it does it’s job…to some extent. sure, sometimes it doesn’t mask some odor, but its nothing a few spritz of cheap body mist can’t hide! (minus xiao for this part) they don’t understand the point of expensive products. aren’t baths are just obligations to make sure your clean? you could be spending your money and time doing things much more important and useful.

…but they’d never say no to a paid appointment at the bathhouse!! 

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