#one day ill finish this and make an actual dating game...

[businesstycoon27]

we do research for our dating games? That sounds super fun XD

thank you! :D dating games have been rotting my brain since i was a child so i really wanted to make one at some point

the basic idea is mc moving into a haunted apartment and getting to know the ghosts from different time periods.

one of them is a byzantine nun from the 12th century who is really into romance stories. the other is from 18th century france who is involved in a postal service/letter writing/gambling (it's not so clear yet but those are the topics i wanted to explore within that period). the third one is from a hungarian fairy tale, where the character's special talent is throwing peas through keyholes (and gets into beef with the former king matthias corvinus) (this one is just personal vendetta).

it's a bit of a mess but i wanted to see how they would interact/what similarities/differences they have. at first i wanted them to be dateable but i think it's just a story about gals being pals. nothing warms my heart more.

the folder name just stayed bcs of the initial idea sorry is this clickbait? :D

[avengersassemble123]

Gift of remembrance

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader (Bonten arc - slight spoilers ahead)

Genre: Fluff, Heartwarming, (Bonten Sanzu behaviour ig)

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"Im also planning to gift him the video game he had always wanted and maybe hold a surprise date night for him." Your best friend explained, as she talked about surprising her husband on their anniversary. "Aww (y/bf), thats so sweet. I'm sure your husband would love it." you complimented as we chatted and hung out for a while.

By evening you had returned home as you made way into the bathroom to get freshened up. You then changed into a new pair of clothes, as you went into the kitchen to reheat the food, when you heard your house's door open, signalling your significant other's arrival.

"I'm home." You heard your boyfriend speak, before some amount of shuffling and some moments of silence, before you felt arms wrap around your waist, "Hey baby." you acknowledged as Sanzu buried his face into your neck, as his muffled voice spoke, "Hey babe, missed you" You chuckled, as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip, "Had a long day? Go take a shower and tell me about it because you stink of sweat and i just freshened up."

"What if i don't want to?"

"Ill drag you there myself."

"Aww you're no fun, you wound me baby"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him towards you two's room, as he cackled on his way. After he freshened up, you both sat on the living room couch with your dinner, talking about each other's day and today's gossips from both of yours' workplaces, before the topic of your best friend came up.

"-and that's how she plans to surprise him."You finished explaining, as you finish off your food with the last bite, while your boyfriend listened patiently, before a sly grin appeared on his face,

"Well I've done a lot of romantic things for you. How come you've never done anything romantic for me?" Sanzu asked teasingly, poking your waist.

"'i do." You defended, as you whined dramatically.

"Oh yea? Name one."

" I can name a few-"

"Sex doesn't count."

"Oh"

You visible deflated, as you squinted your eyes, thinking what romantic thing have you done for him.

"Well what about the bed and breakfast you had in the beach house you rented from Rindou?"

"Well, technically i took you there, all you did-"

"Yea i know what i did." I stopped him mid sentence, as i slightly felt my face warm, but realising it was not exactly a romantic gesture without 'engagement of bodies'.

"I bet Rindou had to throw out that rocking chair." Sanzu snorted, giggling shamelessly, while you kicked him slightly, embarrassed.

"Hey I can be romantic when i want to." You defended.

"Fine." Sanzu shrugged, "But also not true" Sanzu retorted, teasing you slightly, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, just you wait and see. I will romance your freaking ass off." you challenged, while Sanzu snorted.

"Hmm, i wonder how a baby like you would actually manage to romance a high profile yakuza member like your sexy partner." Sanzu bullied you, as he got up the couch to wash his plate in the sink, while you gave him the middle finger.

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"Well i know its unlikely for me to call you, but thank you so much for taking some time off from your schedule and coming over." You said, as you invited your guest over into the house.

"Well you called the right person fortunately, plus its a real surprise when a person like you is trying to 'seduce' a freak of a being like Sanzu." Kokonoi explained, as he walked in and invited himself over your couch.

"Ok so I've been really struggling with this, and you are the only closest person i know who knows Sanzu well, and has somewhat of an idea on the choices of gifts, than the rest of my options. You know what i mean." I said, as Kokonoi stoically nodded, as he seated himself on the couch, crossing his legs, his arms over it, holding one phone. He brushed his white hair back before continuing,

"Well the quickest way to a man's heart like Sanzu's is thr-"

"Pants. But Sanzu said sex doesn't count." I answered, as i got glasses of wine for both of us.

Kokonoi, looked at you blinking, his lips pursed, before taking a glass from your hand, "Aww you poor thing. You had one arrow in your quiver and you just can't use it." He nodded his head in understanding, while you replied back with a deflated nod.

"Well how about trying to cook something for him?" Well, its kind of hard for both of us to be present at home itself most of the time due to our works, and i wanted to do something different."

Kokonoi breathed out a deep sigh, "If this was some ordinary person, either this would've been easy to give advises, or i wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. But this is Sanzu, we are talking about. Nothing is normal with him, making me still hard to imagine that you managed to end up with him of all the people available in the whole of Japan, let alone the world. " Kokonoi sipped the wine, before continuing, "And i also want to see how this surprise and Sanzu's reaction turns out, and if the 'rapid dog' himself is capable of expressing emotions other than for our boss"

"Kokonoi.." i spoke out his name, making him raise his hands in surrender, "No offense sweetie. Anyways back to the topic."

"(NAME), if you truly want to be romantic, then this stuff need to come from withing you."

"I know, but its just so hard, I don't know why."

"I guess its probably because you never had to do this stuff because you're young and beautiful, and men, including Sanzu, must've thrown themselves at you." Kokonoi replied.

You pursed my lips, nodding in understanding before speaking up, "Yea I'm trying to feel sad about it, but i just can't."

"Thought so." Kokonoi rubbed his fingers at the bridge of his nose, "I can see why you two go well together."

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You and Sanzu were having a candle light dinner at your place itself, as you both chatted. "Have to say, i didn't expect you to manage this surprise without me knowing. And its coming from you of all people" Sanzu teased.

"Well, only learned from the best, and of course, i didn't forget my promise." You replied back.

As you both finished your dinner, you pointed your fork at him, "Alright Mr. Haruchiyo. Get ready because a crap storm of romance is coming your way."

Haruchiyo dramatically gasped, as he held his chest by one hand, "More romance? Stop it, you're gonna make me cry, sweet cheeks."

You stood up, as you smiled slyly, before walking towards the counter, picking up a small weaved basked.

"Sanzu smirked, as laid back on the chair, man spreading, his one hand on the table, while the other holding his face, rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes at you amused. "You seem pretty confident."

"Oh I am."

You then started dropping rose petals from the basket to the floor, making a path, "Maybe if you'll follow this trail, you'll know why."

"Ohh rose petals. Well now I'm just more excited for my girl's surprise." Sanzu said, whistling, slightly impressed, as he stood up and started following you.

As you led him towards both yours bedroom, he was met with a candle lit decorated room, "Wow baby, you really are pulling all the strings today."

You then set down the basket before picking up the wrapped gift placed on the bed, before gesturing it towards him, "Ok so i gave this a lot of thought, and i found something that might show you how much I love you."

Sanzu took the gift from your hands, before tearing the wrapper off and seeing the content inside it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second before returning back normal, "Oh wow.."

"Its the ring which you had been eyeing for a while when you had spotted it randomly while you were out on a mission, and had told me about it that day, and i know how you like these kind of stuff, so i just thought maybe i could gift you something like this." You said with a smile, while you waited excitedly for his reaction.

Sanzu raised his eyebrows as he nodded and opened his mouth for a few seconds, before looking at you and giving you a smile, "I-its great. Thank you baby." He said, as kept on smiling, and looking at his gift.

You looked at him with confusion, as you had known him long enough to know something was wrong with his reaction. Even if Sanzu was Bonten's No.2, only few people could figure him out enough, if not all, and that included his boss Mikey, his brother Takeomi, and now you. His reaction could fool anyone, but you had dated and known him long enough to know.

Your smile deflated, before your hands fell to your side, as your tone changed, "What?"

"Nothing. I love it sweet cheeks." Sanzu said, as he held the gift in his one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around your waist, his face nearing yours, as he gave you a seductive smile. But you knew him better.

"No. Something's going on." You said, as you looked towards the gift, "Whats wrong with it. I remember you saying how you liked the ring when you had spotted your target wearing it, and that it would look better on you."

"You're right. I did say that. And here I am loving it. Especially since its a gift from you." Sanzu replied, not wavering from his stance and his usual demeanor, but then you felt him slightly furrow his eyebrows, pursing his lips, "...And that when i was returning to the headquarters a few weeks later, i spotted the same exact model in a jewellery shop...and i bought it."

You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling, groaning in frustration, as you let yourself out of his grasp and sitting on the bed dejectedly, "Oh my god...I'm the worst."

"Hey no baby, its really thoughtful." Sanzu said as he quickly set the gift beside and and reached towards you.

"No its not." You said, as you felt guilt fill you inside, "I mean, whats thoughtful is that everything you do for me." I said, my voice slightly quivering, as Sanzu sighed, as he knelt down on his knees, facing you, as he cupped your face with his one hand, while the other held your hand. "Its true baby, i did like your gift, and I'm glad that there is actually a person who cares for me like this in the whole world."

"No, its not better. Even if you work for such a dangerous organization, you still do things for me, while here I am, not even worth it, You know what, here-" You say as you stood up and went towards the closet, as Sanzu stood up.

You removed a box from your closet as you set it down on the bed, as you picked up one thing after the other. "Look here it is, here's the plane tickets you bought me when i was too poor to fly back home to visit my family, here's a necklace you got me before we were dating, and the rose you left in my windshield..just because-"

Sanzu looked at you, as you kept on ranting, as he stared between you and the box which contained all the gifts he had given you, even before and after dating.

"A-and here's the letter which you wrote me to confess your feelings after visiting me numerous times in the coffee shop i frequented regularly, all the pages of it."

Sanzu silently looked at you, too serious for his usual demeanor, matching the attitude he would have when he would be sober and in meetings with the bonten executives.

As you held and looked through the pages, Sanzu silently spoke up lowly, "I can't believe you saved all of this stuff.."

You looked up, as you looked at him in slight surprise, "Of course i did...Its you."

Sanzu stared at you for a few seconds, before reaching towards you and hugging you tightly, before kissing you lovingly, which you reciprocated with the same intensity, before breaking the kiss and hugging tightly.

"That is the most beautiful and thoughtful thing anyone has done for me, and it means a lot for me." Sanzu said, as he kissed your shoulders, still hugging you tightly while you chuckled.

You both stayed like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth, before separating a while later.

Sanzu's eyes gazed at the box, a tint of smile on his scarred lips, before looking at an object in confusion, "Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Oh yea, just the first one. I didn't save them all." I shrugged, making Sanzu shrug in agreement, before diving for a kiss again, making you both fall onto the bed backwards.

[suzuran777]

Review: Ooe trial version (Adelta)

A few days ago Adelta released the long-awaited trial version of their new game Ooe, so I really wanted to write a (short) review about it! The full game was originally scheduled to be released this summer, but it looks like we will have to be patient for a bit longer as the new release date will be somewhere in fall later this year. I have been following updates about this game for about three years now, so I don’t mind waiting a little longer! You can read a bit more information about the plot and the characters in one of my earlier blog posts here. To summarize, the game takes place in the 30th year of Showa (1955) and focuses on protagonist Oosaki, a detective who travels to the remote island of Ooejima after receiving a request from a client to visit the island and attend a ceremony on his behalf.

The trial version covers the first part of the game, up until the first “incident”. Oosaki doesn't really have any friends or family, and lives in a boarding house in Suga, a short walk from Hiratsuka station near Kamakura. His boss Shinkiba, who runs the detective agency, informs him about a request he received from a client. The client, a man who calls himself Shizuma Daiba, asks Oosaki to attend the memorial service of actress Ooe An on his behalf. Originally, it was Daiba’s father who received the invitation, however he fell ill shortly afterwards. At first Daiba wanted to go in his place, but his father warned him to send someone else instead. Oosaki assumes that the person who invited everyone to the island is a relative of the actress, who passed away three years ago. Even though Oosaki never met her, he remembers reading news about her death.

After a few more meetings, Oosaki makes preparations to travel to Ooejima. The island belongs to the Izu Island group and is located near Hachijojima. Originally, it was used as a military base during the Second World War, however after this it became uninhabited. Even though he has never been there, Oosaki knows about the island because his grandma who raised him was originally from this island. He always felt like he had to visit the island someday, as if it was calling for him. On his way to the island he meets Ariake, who’s also travelling to Ooejima for the memorial service. He's surprised to find out Ariake’s grandmother is also from the island, and similar to Oosaki, it’s his first time actually going there too.

After arriving, they head to the Mikazuki inn, where they meet a trembling man trying to defend himself with a knife, who later introduces himself as Funeno. He also meets Shimbashi, a screenwriter who has a rather unique way of talking, who’s staying at the same inn. The next day, he meets the other group of people who are staying at a different inn (Takeshiba, Shijoumae, Hinode, Aomi and Shiodome). When the ceremony is about to start, they realize that the person who invited them to the island isn’t there. A monk called Toyosu was sent on their behalf. After the ceremony they have dinner together, but when Funeno is asked to join them, he seems to be expriencing some kind of flashback, and starts shouting at them. Embarrassed by his own reaction, he immediately leaves the room.

Shortly afterwards Shimbashi, who always skips his meals, walks in and asks why Oosaki and Ariake are trying to prank him by playing creepy music at the inn. Confused, they follow him. Soon enough they find a record player in a small hidden room near the stairs. At first they think Funeno did this, but then they find his dead body in Oosaki’s room. They meet up with the others and Shijoumae suspects it was a suicide because sleeping pills were found near his body, but Oosaki isn’t convinced. Aomi points out that the telephone has also been destroyed with an axe. Shiodome insists that they at least finish the ritual for Ooe An, which requires burning a straw figure to send off the spirit of the deceased. Even though nobody really feels like doing this anymore after Funeno’s death, they try to collect the materials required.

While the others make their preparations, Oosaki thinks about who the culprit could be. He suspects Shimbashi, Toyosu, Shiodome and Ariake, as they came with him to Mikazuki inn. As they finish the ritual by burning the straw figure, they realize that someone swapped it with Funeno’s body. Afterwards, Shiodome reveals that all this time he actually had Funeno’s invitation letter. One thing Oosaki didn’t know is that all the letters were swapped, and that the invitation letters also included a list of crimes the other person had committed. In Funeno’s case, he killed his younger sister. They decide to return each other’s letters, however because Oosaki doesn’t have one, nobody seems to have Shimbashi's letter. Shiodome tries changing the topic, but Oosaki is determined to find out who killed Funeno, and that’s when the trial version ends.

Thoughts & Impressions After waiting for this game for a long time I was so happy to finally see all the characters interact with each other! The trial version was pretty long too, it took me over 6 hours to finish and I think I read pretty fast, so it might be even longer. I have so many theories about what could possibly happen next but it’s hard to put it all into words! The music, art and story are all amazing so far. It's interesting to see how some of the characters already know each other too, although most of them only met at Ooe An's funeral years ago.

One thing I was thinking about is that Funeno was extremely nervous whenever he was talking to Oosaki (who introduced himself as Daiba) and also knew that they had each other’s invitations, so I think he got the invitation of Daiba’s father. Oosaki mentions he never saw any invitation, so I think it was never shown to him, probably on purpose... I am curious about Ooe An too, the game mentions that she committed suicide by burning herself. However, when Oosaki asks Shimbashi what kind of person she was, he doesn’t really answer and laughs when Oosaki assumes she was an innocent girl. Takeshiba mentions that some theorize that she never actually died, but Shijoumae (a surgeon) and Ariake (who works at a funeral home) both saw her body, so they find that hard to believe.

So far I think my favorite character is Ariake because he's very cute (some of the other characters also agree lol), but honestly everyone seemed interesting. I wonder if Hinode will ever talk because his voice actor is still hidden. I'm also interested in Daiba and why him and Oosaki look identical, they do both have family members from Ooejima, so could they actually be related? In a lot of the promotional material Daiba was introduced as a side character, however it looks like the game does have an additional route (the website says 9 routes + α) so maybe we will get a Daiba route too. For now I will try to be patient until the full game's released in fall!

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Much to your disappointment, Flynn still hasn’t left once you finish all your math problems. Goddammit. You even made sure to go slower than usual. 

“Oh, there she is!” your father beams, walking over to you. “All done, my dear? Were the questions too difficult? I’ll admit I picked more challenging ones this time around.” 

“They were no biggie,” you shrug, and unsurprisingly, his expression fills with pride. 

“It’s good to hear that you’ve started working so hard, [Name],” Flynn says. “It’s admirable. Your parents have been telling me all about how diligent you’ve become.” 

His words make it sound like a compliment, but the look in his eyes most certainly does not. It’s like he’s holding you in scrutiny. Just waiting to see when you’ll slip up next. 

All due respect, he can kiss your ass.

“Anything’s possible, as long as you put your mind to it,” you say sweetly. 

Flynn smiles, but it’s clearly forced. He doesn’t seem to agree. He doesn’t seem to think that a change like yours is plausible—not even in the slightest. 

Ugh. If only the villainess wasn’t such a bitch, then maybe this whole thing would be a lot more believable. 

“[Name], darling, spend some time with Flynn before he has to leave,” your father says. “He was terribly worried about you when you fell ill, you know. I appreciate you taking your studies so seriously, but it’s important to set time aside for your friends too.” 

You resist the urge to grimace. Seriously, just how obvious do you have to be for Flynn to finally take the hint? You already don’t think too highly of him, given that he’s the villainess’ best friend, and once he meets the heroine, you seriously want to distance yourself from that whole mess as much as humanly possible.

Unfortunately, your father, bless his heart, seems to be blissfully unaware of your discomfort. 

“Well,” he smiles brightly, clasping his hands together. “Have fun, kids!” 

It seems that once again, you’re stuck with this clingy bastard. 

“Let’s take a walk in the garden,” Flynn suggests. “I won’t stay much longer. I’m sure you must be tired after working so hard. I just want to exchange a few more words.” 

You nod unenthusiastically and follow him outside. You’re hoping that once he meets the heroine and starts falling for her, he’ll progressively lose interest in you. 

Oh. 

Actually, there’s no guarantee that will happen, is there? You’re used to this universe being set inside a game. A dating sim, where depending on which route you choose, that’s the person you’ll end up with. 

How will that pan out in real life? You figure there’s no telling which route the heroine ends up on. Perhaps it will be completely random. It’s strange to even consider the heroine having free will, because technically speaking, as the player, you were the one largely dictating her choices. 

…man. This is kind of a brain-fuck. 

“You seem different lately, [Name],” Flynn suddenly remarks. You’ve been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize you’d already reached the garden. It’s a miracle you haven’t tripped over your own feet.

You scratch the back of your neck. “Oh. Do I? How so, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“In every possible way. To be honest, these days, you may as well be a stranger to me.” 

“Surely you exaggerate,” you try to brush off, but instead of mirroring your carefree attitude, Flynn’s eyes grow awfully stern. 

“No. I mean it,” he says, clenching his jaw. “It’s almost as if you’re not even the same person. It’s as if… someone else is parading around and pretending to be you.” 

Um. What the fuck. What the actual fuck?! 

You do your best not to panic. Reacting too strongly will further add to his suspicions. It probably wouldn’t be smart to deny it too aggressively either. You need to choose your words wisely and come up with a reasonable response. 

“Wouldn’t that be something?” you muse, trying to look unbothered. “No, I’m afraid I would never let anyone take my place. My life is my own. It always has been, and it always will be.” 

The villainess was a stubborn, spoiled, self-centered brat. You hope that was somewhat in-line with how she’d normally respond. 

Fortunately, Flynn doesn’t look taken aback, so you figure you must be on the right track. 

“I’ll be honest,” you continue, “I have changed. I woke up one day and thought long and hard about how I’d been acting until now. I was dissatisfied. I told my parents the very same thing. That’s why I finally started making an effort, both with my academics and the way I treat others. Looking back on it, I’m not sure why I did and said all those awful things. I have a good life. I don’t need to demean others to feel better about myself. The whole thing reeked of insecurity, and I decided I was done with it. Since making these changes, I’ve begun to feel a lot better. But I apologize, because I’m sure it’s been quite jarring to witness. It’s still me, Flynn. I’m just finally starting to grow up.”

You pat him on the shoulder reassuringly, lips holding a smile. It’s entirely fabricated, of course, but as the saying goes: fake it till you make it. 

Flynn fixes you in the center of his gaze. It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s been convinced. He most likely still has his doubts. But hopefully he’ll abandon the whole theory of someone else being in his best friend’s body, because… well, it’s just too ridiculous. 

Even if it is true. 

“So, the reason you’ve started interacting with your servants more and going so far as to address them by name, is it all because you’re working on becoming a better person?” he affirms. 

You nod. “Yes. I noticed that they were all very afraid of me, and I realized that hardly made for a productive work environment. I’ve gotten quite tired of all the unsavory looks—both from servants and nobility alike. It’s ultimately to my benefit if I stop stepping on other people’s toes, isn’t it?” 

“I suppose. It just seems strange that you never used to care about any of this before.” 

“Well, like I said, I spent a long time thinking about this issue. The realization hit me all too suddenly, and I knew I needed to do something about it.”

Flynn evidently still has his doubts. Truth be told, you’re not sure if he’ll ever come around to the idea of you changing so much, but you pray that he won’t accuse you of being a witch or some other bullshit along those lines. 

It’s okay if he doesn’t like you. As a matter of fact, it’s better that way. It’s better if he keeps his distance and leaves you alone. For your own peace of mind. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like he’s ready to walk out of your life yet. 

He might never be ready. 

“...that’s a relief,” Flynn eventually sighs. “Your behavior had been so erratic and strange that I was worried something had gone terribly wrong. And then you got sick so suddenly. I couldn’t help but fear that there was some malevolent force at play. If you say all of this was entirely willful, then I suppose I have no choice but to support your decision. I’ll do my best to encourage you along the way.” 

He pauses for a moment, then reaches out and grabs your hand. His fingers briefly intertwine with your own, and you falter, put off by the suddenness—and intimacy—of his touch.

Flynn squeezes your hand so tight that you know it’s pointless to try and break away.

“Just be honest with me from now on, [Name]. All I ask is that you’re fully transparent. Don’t hide things anymore. We’re best friends, aren’t we? We should be able to tell each other everything.” 

You gulp.

Something about the look in his eyes just doesn’t sit right with you. It’s cold, calculating… and it makes you more uneasy than you can put into words. 

Lately, you’ve been hearing all sorts of gossip, and for the first time, it’s not about you.

“Have you heard? Apparently, another family of nobles recently moved here. They’ve come from far away. The journey must have been long and tiresome.”

“A friend of mine, who works several estates over, was saying the same thing. They also said that the lord and lady of the house were making some rather unflattering remarks.” 

“The family’s been driven from home, haven’t they? Supposedly, they’re from a failing household. I can only imagine how they must have been treated, if they chose to start over somewhere else.” 

“Are they even allowed to retain their noble status?”

“Yes, it seems our king has been rather gracious towards them. He’s taken pity on their unfortunate circumstances, but all the same, I don’t expect for their transition to go smoothly…”

You have to admit, it’s rather amusing to see a group of servants huddled up while they exchange little bits of knowledge, knowing that for once, you aren’t the topic of their gossip. 

They still panic when they realize you’re listening in, though. 

“L-Lady [Name]!” one of them flinches, shrinking in on themselves. “Please forgive our rudeness! We’ll get back to work right away. S-So sorry for getting distracted!” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile. “I know how hard all of you work. It’s okay to take a little break every now and then. More importantly, would you mind telling me more? This new family you speak of, who just moved to our kingdom… do any of you happen to know their household name?” 

“...huh?” 

As usual, they’re all bewildered by your nonchalance. Unlike Fiona, who’s your personal maid and works more closely with you, the other servants still need more time to warm up to the idea of you becoming a ‘good person’ all of a sudden. 

One of them awkwardly clears their throat. “W-We know it isn’t polite to gossip, but since you’re asking, my lady… I hear their household name is Wright. They don’t have any sons or future heirs. Just a single daughter, from what I’ve gathered.” 

“I see.” 

Well, that settles it. The Wright family—that’s the family the heroine of the game belongs to, and with them having just moved here, it means the main plot is finally underway. 

You realize it’s in your best interest to stay as far away from the storyline as possible, but you can’t help but secretly feel a little excited. After all, even if you won’t be directly involved, it’s still cool to see a game unfolding in real life. You wonder who the heroine will naturally gravitate towards. In a way, you’ll be able to see the ‘true ending’, since the choice will be entirely hers, free of your influence.

As long as you don’t end up being killed, of course. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” you beam, and you promptly dig into the small container you were carrying around. “Here. All of you get a cookie. Keep up the great work!” 

The servants stare, dumfounded, at the fresh cookies you’ve just placed in their hands. 

“...our lady really has been possessed by some sort of spirit, hasn’t she?” 

“Shh. Don’t complain. We get cookies now.  Be sure to thank the spirit for their generosity.” 

While they all happily dig into their sweet treat, your father summons you for a ‘very important meeting’ —but knowing him, he’s probably blowing things way out of proportion.

He claps his hands together and grins. “There you are, my oh-so-lovely daughter! I have important news. Remember that tutor I said I was going to get for you? So that your prodigal talents don’t go to waste?” 

You chuckle inwardly. 

Very important news, indeed. 

“Yes, father,” you nod. “I presume you’ve found someone? I’m happy to start working with them whenever. I’ll do my best to make you proud.” 

“Excellent! Your enthusiasm makes me overjoyed. I have a feeling you’ll like the tutor I picked. The two of you will get along swimmingly.” 

You tilt your head to the side. Strange. Does he really think you’ll hit it off with some old scholar dude? That’s usually who the tutors are in this kind of setting. Some super old, super smart academic who’s devoted his entire life to his field of study. 

Then again, you’re friendly to pretty much everyone, so who’s to say you can’t become best bros with some fifty-something-year-old?

That’s who you were expecting. Someone advanced in age, with decades-worth of experience under their belt. 

But instead, you find yourself staring at a young, beautiful woman. 

“What.” 

You blink repeatedly. The woman has long, ebony hair that flows all the way down to her lower back. Her eyes are a piercing, almost hauntingly pale blue, and there’s a beauty mark just under her lip. She’s certainly not the gaunt, wispy-mustached senior you were envisioning.

“[Name], meet your tutor,” your father happily declares. He looks especially proud of himself right now. Possibly for defying gender roles and hiring a woman to teach you instead of a man? Who knows? Either way, he’s practically buzzing as he introduces the two of you. 

The woman stares at you, and unless you’re imagining things, for just a moment, her eyes seem to narrow into a glare. 

But then, she bows her head. 

“My name is Annabel Thomspon, and it’s an honor to have been chosen as your tutor, Lady [Name]. I promise to do everything I can to live up to your expectations.” 

“Oh, um, the pleasure is all mine,” you say, hastily bowing in return. She looks sufficiently horrified, and your father seems a bit taken aback as well, but he brushes off his discomfort with an airy chuckle. 

“Haha. My daughter is always so welcoming to everyone. She even suggested we start giving our servants name tags so that we don’t forget how to properly address them. Isn’t that genial?” 

Annabel furrows her brows, but doesn’t say anything. You suppose she must be quite lower in rank than you. Perhaps that’s why they both looked so surprised when you bowed to her.

Your father gestures towards the hallway. “You’re welcome to work in the library. There’s plenty of space there. Of course, there are also plenty of other rooms for you to choose from, if you happen to have a preference.” 

“The library sounds lovely, thank you very much.”

Annabel bows once more, and with your father’s approving smile, you begin to lead her down the hallway. 

“I was pretty surprised, because you look so young,” you comment, trying to make small-talk. “How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m twenty. I’m guessing you must be around my age. Maybe just a bit older. Which is really impressive, since you’re already being hired to work as a tutor!” 

“I’m twenty-four,” Annabel replies, but rather than making eye contact, she just stares straight ahead and pinches her lips together. 

Hm. Strange. 

“You must be one smart cookie,” you grin. One of the servants is posted by the library and opens the door for the both of you, after which you step aside and smile brightly. “Ladies first.” 

Once again, Annabel stares at you in absolute bewilderment. 

The door closes behind you, and you take a seat at one of the desks. Annabel pulls out a few notebooks from the bag she brought along—most likely practice problems and study materials for the session—then folds her dress underneath her and sits down next to you. 

She turns towards you, expression mostly stoic, but there’s a frigid undertone to it that you just can’t seem to explain. 

“Your father tells me you’re highly intelligent. He says you solve problems with remarkable speed and ease. Would you mind showing me what sort of questions you’ve been working on until now?” 

“Huh? Oh… sure.” 

You frown. For some reason, there’s tension in the air, and it’s so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. Perhaps you’re being overly sensitive. Perhaps she’s just not really a people person. You can’t expect everyone to be extroverted, and besides, she’s here to do her job, not socialize.

Resolving not to take it personally, you open up your own notebook and give her a quick rundown of what you’ve covered so far. 

“I’ve done these kinds of problems,” you point, flipping through pages, “and also these kinds of problems… I think my father just consults a math textbook and chooses a bunch of questions at random, to be honest.” 

“I see. Thank you for showing me. I now have a general idea of what you’re comfortable with. Please give me a moment to find some new problems for us to focus on today.” 

Annabel starts flipping through some of the books she brought along, and you wait patiently, but even as you peer over her shoulder, the whole time, she refuses to meet your gaze. 

Soon enough, you get to work. You have to admit that some of the questions she picked out are rather challenging. She must have realized that what you’ve been doing up until now wasn’t quite up to your standard, and while it’s nice to skate by without having to put much effort in, it’s also pretty rewarding to grapple with a difficult question and end up solving it.

The whole time, Annabel stays completely on-task. She focuses wholeheartedly on the lesson without veering off-topic. You can appreciate her work ethic, and her teaching style is commendable. Whenever you happen to get stuck, she does a great job of explaining things all the way through. 

Near the end of the lesson, when it’s time to wrap up for the day, you lean a bit closer to her and grin. 

“Thanks for all your help today, Annabel. You’re a really good teacher. I understood everything perfectly. And the fact that you’re so young is even more impressive. Have you already had a lot of tutoring experience? How long ago did you start—”

“Must you humiliate me to this extent?”

For reasons you just can’t grasp, Annabel is now glaring at you. And it’s not like before, either. It’s not a subtle, muted kind of glare. 

It’s the kind of glare that burns with sheer hatred. 

“Um,” you blink stupidly. “Sorry. I don’t really get what you mean. Am I missing something here…?” 

“Wow,” Annabel scoffs. “So, you still intend to play the fool, even now. I know you like to torment others, but you didn’t have to go this far. You had your father personally request for me to be your tutor, because you knew my lowly family wouldn’t dare refuse. You made a mockery of bowing to me upon my arrival, despite the fact that you far outrank me. And to make matters even worse, you’ve suddenly thrown on this persona and acted the part of the gracious host. Does this really please you so? Do you enjoy ridiculing others and making them dance in the palm of your hand?”

“Uh…” 

You don’t know what to say. She sounds angry. Like, really, really angry.

“As always, you win,” Annabel mutters bitterly, shoving all her books back inside her bag. “Congratulations. I’m now bound to be in your service, despite all the horrible things you’ve done to me. You must be over the moon. I’m sure you’ll enjoy ruining my life even more.” 

…okay. Since you’re not a complete fool, it’s all starting to make sense. When you first met her, based on the way your father introduced the two of you, you figured that the two of you were only just being acquainted. But evidently, she already knew you. She already knew the villainess. 

And it sounds like the previous owner of this body did a real number on her.

“Our lesson is over for today. I’ll take my leave now.”

Annabel is already halfway out the door by the time you run up to her, grasping onto her arm. She jerks away in a hurry, of course, pale eyes burning something fierce. If not for the repercussions, you’re certain she would have already bitch-slapped you by now. 

You swallow hard. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for… upsetting you. In the past. I’ve been cruel to a lot of people, and I regret it. I want you to know that I’m not like that anymore. I’m doing my best to change.”

For just a second, Annabel’s eyes widen. She looks incredulous. Perhaps even a little hopeful. 

But soon enough, her hatred returns. 

“You want to apologize? That’s rich. But fine. Let’s say I humor you this time around. Apologize, then. If you truly are repentant, apologize for every wrongful act you’ve ever committed against me. Own up to every single thing you’ve done, in detail, and perhaps I’ll consider your words to be genuine.”

“Uh…” 

Yet again, you find yourself lost for words. After all, what can you say? How can you be expected to make amends when you don’t even know what you did wrong? 

Annabel’s jaw tenses. “Of course. I should’ve known you were just toying with me. Everything you do, you do for the sake of ridiculing others. I don’t know how you can stand to live like this. It makes me sick.” 

She walks out before you can say anything else. You want to chase after her, to try and apologize again, but you wouldn’t even know where to start. It seems utterly hopeless. She clearly holds a deep prejudice against you, and it might already be too late to fix things. 

The servant posted by the door shifts uncomfortably, having no doubt heard at least some part of that altercation.

“H-How did your lesson go, my lady?” he asks with visible hesitance. 

“It was… great. Yeah. Just great.” 

You press your lips together, and at the same time, your chest tightens uncomfortably. 

Man.

Being the villainess fucking sucks. 

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Dogfight Football

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Top Gun

Day 3 Prompt: "Okay, show me."

Summary: Hangman gets hurt during Dogfight Football. Lucky for him, he's dating a navy doctor.

Word Count: 1,715

Category: Fluff, humor, little bit of angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I scowled as I scribbled in my notebook, trying to prepare for an upcoming test by making flash cards. All my friends and my boyfriend were outside on the beach playing something called 'Dogfight Football', but I was holed up here, at a table in the back of the Hard Deck, trying to memorize medical terms and procedures.

Stupid fighter pilots.

Being on temporary assignment at Top Gun at the same time as my boyfriend, Jake Seresin, was supposed to mean we got to spend more time together. And I guess we'd gotten to spend a little more time together, but I'd built it up in my mind as something much more romantic and exciting than navy training. I really should've known better, but I'd been on a ship in the middle of the ocean treating various illnesses for everyone on board for months. The romantic fantasy had been one of the only things getting me through.

At least I had tonight to look forward to. Jake and I were going to a fancy restaurant off base for dinner, then out somewhere to dance the night away. Neither of us had to report for duty until the afternoon tomorrow, so we could ditch some of our usual healthy habits.

I'd finally managed to finish my flash cards and block out most of the noise from outside when someone came bursting through the back door of the Hard Deck. I looked up to find the cause of the disturbance and found Coyote, one of Jake's best friends, staring at me.

"What happened?" I asked, shooting out of my seat immediately. Coyote looked stressed, which never happened unless something was actually wrong.

"Hangman got hurt," he said. I rushed to the bar and grabbed my med kit without hesitating, even as Coyote continued. "He was trying to pull a stunt on a touchdown in the game, and there was some pit or something hidden by the sand. I'm not totally sure what happened, but he went down hard. I think it's something with his leg."

I shook my head, cursing every last reckless aviator on that beach as I followed Coyote out the door.

"He wouldn't be the first one to fall into a literal sand trap and hurt himself. Let's just be glad he didn't break his neck showing off."

Once we got outside, I could see Jake clearly, laying in the sand not too far from the surf. The rest of the Top Gun fliers were gathered around him, and the fact that he hadn't forced himself to his feet to play it cool around them told me he was really, really hurt.

I started running as soon as Jake was in sight, cutting through the aviators and dropping to my knees as soon as I was in range of Jake. He looked up when he saw me and tried to smile, but it ended up being more of a grimace than anything else.

"Hey, Baywatch. Come to check on me?"

I snorted. "What did you do?"

"I was trying to do a flip."

"Oh my God."

"I've done one before! But when I landed, the sand just gave way, and my leg..."

He trailed off, wincing, one hand holding his leg and the other clenched in a tight fist in the sand. Nothing looked broken from here, but with his hand in the way, I couldn't be sure.

"It hurts," he said, voice a strangled whisper so that only I could hear. Jake looked at me, face tight with pain, and my heart squeezed seeing him like that. "It hurts a lot."

"Okay, show me," I said, falling into the cool calm that overtook me in emergency situations. "I need you to move your hand and show me where it hurts, alright?"

Jake nodded, then gingerly removed his hand to rest it with the other one in the sand. Coyote and Maverick had moved the others a little further away after I'd arrived, so we had some privacy. Jake groaned and barely stifled a scream as I reached out to gently touch his ankle, shin, and knee to asses. To his credit, his leg didn't move an inch.

After a few more painful minutes of assessment, I sat back on my heels and looked at my boyfriend. He looked back, body slightly less tensed but his teeth still clenched.

"So? What's the verdict, doc?"

"The verdict is you're insanely lucky," I said, turning to dig in my medical bag. I pulled out what I'd need to splint Jake's ankle, then got to work as I continued. "It's not uncommon for people to break their legs, bad, from falling into pits hidden by the sand. You, fortunately, didn't fall hard enough or twist enough or find a deep enough pit to quite break your leg. Instead, you've got a bad sprain. It's definitely not good, but based on what I'm seeing now, I think you'll have an easier time with this level of sprain than if you'd broken something."

Jake nodded, then winced again as I tightened the brace on his ankle. It wasn't good enough to last for long, but it would keep his ankle immobilized while I found a way to get him to my office where I had supplies to actually treat him more long-term.

"You're gonna be okay," I said, leaning over once I'd finished working and kissing Jake on the forehead. "I'm sorry you got hurt. Stop doing dangerous things to showboat with your friends."

Jake huffed a laugh and gave me the same overconfident, cocky smile that I'd seen a thousand times and slowly fallen in love with, albeit slightly more strained than normal.

"I can't make any promises about the last one. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Always. And you're going to hate what comes next, so... I guess just remember that it's part of what happens when you insist on doing beach-flips in a game."

"What do you-"

"Rooster!" I turned to call to the tall aviator, who'd wandered a little ways away with everyone else. He turned and started walking back as soon as he heard me.

"What's up?"

"I need your help getting Jake to my truck," I replied. Rooster grinned, and I heard Jake groan from behind me. This time, I didn't think it was from the pain.

"Sure thing. Happy to help."

"Can't you get anyone else," whined Jake as Rooster made it to us. I put my hands on my hips and stared him down.

"Rooster's the person on this beach who'll have the easiest time lifting you and carrying you out to the car. I love Coyote and everyone else, and I'm sure they'd figure it out if they needed to, but Roos is gonna be able to just do it."

Jake grumbled, and I caught Rooster with a shit-eating grin as he leaned down and picked Jake up. I just sighed and shook my head at both of them as we headed back up the beach.

"This is ridiculous," said Jake, renewing his protest as we neared the rest of the Top Gun class. "Just put an arm around me and help me up, I don't need to be carried-"

I whirled around, hands on my hips and a scowl on my face. I'd heard Jake twisting around like he was trying to get Rooster to put him down, and if he wasn't careful, he'd get dropped and hurt even worse than before. Both men froze on the spot as soon as I glared at them.

"Jake, grow up," I said, no more room for argument in my voice. "You can't walk. If you move your ankle around or put too much weight on it, you could make it much, much worse. Which is obviously bad for a lot of reasons, but would ground you from flying for who knows how long."

Jake huffed and crossed his arms, but he didn't have any comeback to that. I stared him down for another few moments, until Rooster shifted and cleared his throat.

"Hey, he's not as light as he looks, so-"

"Shut up, Chicken."

I just sighed and continued leading the both of them up the beach. I shot a few glares at Jake's peers as we went, reminding them with just a look that if they started messing with Jake, I had more than enough dirt on all of them to bury them in return. Phoenix was the only one to smile back at me in response.

By some miracle, we made it up the beach and through the Hard Deck without Rooster dropping Jake or Jake punching Rooster. Roos helped me get Jake into the passenger seat of my car, then I chased him off with a quick 'thank you' before he could give Jake any more shit. Once he was gone, I paused a second to sigh and catch my breath, then climbed into the driver's seat.

"So... what now?" asked Jake.

"Now, we go back to base so I can treat you properly and get you a real ankle brace. Maybe some X-Rays, we'll have to see. Painkillers, though, for sure."

Jake nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Then, after a second, he spoke, more quiet and serious than usual.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me. Seriously. And I'm sorry I messed up our date night, after we'd both been waiting for it for so long."

I sighed, then turned to Jake with a lopsided smile.

"I've always got your back, Jake. I'm your wingman in life, remember? And don't worry about date night. If you're feeling up to it, we can still go to dinner. If you're not, we've still got the evening to ourselves. I'm sure we can find something fun to do, just the two of us."

Jake chuckled. "I like the sound of that."

"Hm. Just hang in there, flyboy. We're almost back to base, and then we can get you feeling better."

"I almost hate to ask, but... what's your plan for getting me out of the car and into the doctor's office?"

I hesitated, chewing my lip before turning to Jake. He winced at just the expression on my face, because he knew me well enough to know he would need to.

"...How would you feel if I recruited a certain Vice Admiral to carry you?"

"Fuck."

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🫧 New Years Resolutions 🫧

Be more reliable: Because of various illnesses it's hard for me to show up to plans i have made. I sleep for 18 hours at a time often, or just forget it complety. And eventhough it's not on purpose, I hate that people can't make plans with me and trust me to show up. So I wan't to try to be better at forseeing when the sleep attacks will happen.

Self Care: I want to implement more "passive" self care in my every day life. Things I don't have to activly do in order for me to feel better. Like purchasing better quality bed sheets and towels, having scented candles, comfortable slipper in nature materials. All things that just make my day better by being more comfortable.

Stop Smoking: I love my cigarettes, but at the end of the day they are harmful for my health. I want to switch to nicotine gum or patches to still get the positive effects nicotine has on emotional regulation without the bad effects on my health that cigarettes have.

Drink less alcohol: I get overstimulated in social situations real fast, and I don't want to go home after just 2 hours. So I resort to drinking to be able to endure it. And it's not good for my mental, physical or social health. So I want to be better at just cutting socials short instead.

Use more time blogging: I created this tumblr account to have a place to post all my screen shots from Infinity Nikki. And quickly realized that a blog is actually a perfect place to compile all of my favorite stuff. All other social media feel so restricted in it's use, they are only for the one thing. This feels more like i'm building something, rather than just consuming content.

Exercise more often: I have to exercise at least 3 times a week because of a few illnesses I have. I have to strenghten my muscles surrounding my joints so there will be less pressure on them. And usually I'm pretty okey at atleast doing 1-2 a week. But this last semester dates with my new special someone has taken all my time.

Watch More Musicals: I have always loved musicals, they are the best genre of everything. But I know there are so many classics I haven't watched yet!

Write More: I need to practice writing more, so it will be easier for me getting my ideas down on paper.

Quit Social Media: And with that I mean instagram, facebook, snapchat storys. Everything harmful for your mental health that wastes your time.

Focus on being "at peace": Just doing more stuff that makes me feel okey with life. Like video games, reading, hiking, singing, cuddling random cats.

Side Quests: Finish at least 24 games from my steam account. Read at least 100 books Read 4 book from my poster challenge Throw away at least 3 sacks of clothes.

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val im crying so hard right now what have you done to me

the concert, the reunition of the firefljes, JOEL AND ELLIE and then them, at the doorway of the penthouse.

'And your bodies collided with a gentleness so raw, so wide open, it knocked the breath out of you.' so you want me dead. eveytime i hear the word collide in writing, in song, in casual conversation i break down into tears and everyones confused.

i actually dont even know what to say, i dont want this to go but i know its done and im morning it like a child world to their passed on parent. this fucking thing you written, its changed us. the entire collide nation.

and it hurts cause this is what ive always wanted. not the music, not the stage, but that undeniable love. love through hardships, through years away, through rebounds and old, unfamiliar relationships. fuck, i want to be the ellie to someones reader and the fact youve encapsulated my dream into words to the T is fucking crazy.

its like you took my mind, spread it open, and feriociously tore into every crevice, every deeply hidden trauma or old love. like FUCK val. getting poetic up in this bitch. this was just phenomenal. put it in the wall of fame forever. i dont think ive ever actually cried so hard like bitch im asphyxiating.

i dont think i can ever move on. youre getting some fanart very soon, miss. cause idk how else to thank you for something thats tore out my DNA, my genes, my wires and twisted and tore and redone it all fully. like.

its so weird to say over a fanfiction but i think i appreciate life more now. seeing what can come if you really try, if you find your person, if you put yourself out there into the world. this makes me want to gwt into songwriting again, to play my own guitar more, to write about things i cant express that YOUVE expressed on this platform for the entirety of the collide nation.

i want Lover, You Shouldve Come Over at my funeral as the priest reads this in its entirety to the people who show up.

i can relate to what those two went through, its so similar for me and my sister. so maybe thats why im crying so hard but CMONN.

youre the loml ffs

dont give up this thing you have, this is fucking brilliant. never stop writing, val. youre better than anything ive ever seen in my life. the way you paint the picture of every scene across thw dips and rivets of my heart?? gold. i feel what they feel in every fucking syllable.

i dont think ill evee be able to let collide, it means more to me and others than youll ever be able to comprehend. thank you for watching the voice oh my god.

the way you took such cliche topics, fake dating and rockstar x popstar and made it into THIS?? it BAFFLES me. i dont understand how some people can do that. stray so far from the soyrce material and make it their own, build their own from the ground up just with some silly video game characters and make it REAL.

i gen do wondwr how fic writers come up with these things, like i beg for that skill i miss writing and this has made my heart ACHE for my surface's keyboard.

i dont think i can get all my thoughts out now, i only just finished reading so expect another ask once ive collected myswlf, but genuinely. i dont know which line, but one day im going to get a short line feom collide and tattoo it on my lower back. because this has changed me, for better or for worse? not sure yet.

this makes me ACHE for some wlw action yall pls..

anyways. i dont know what to say to you. let me hit you with my motorbike and then play you Lilac Wine in the hospital room as i feed you grapes because oh my god what.

im gonna miss this. so fucking much. i cant wait for what you so next, val.

you make me want to write again when i havent since highschool.

im crying buy me tissues you fucked up my makeup. and wine. come over lets play tlou pt 2 and cry together cause i cant so this on my ownn 😭😭

you have madw me into the pedro pascal crying meme and i will love and praise you forvever for it.

i love you so much, val. im here for whatever comes next, and ill be back soon with a billion more asks and some fanart. maybe a playlist. maybe a fucking song. who knows.

jazzy 🫶

me right fucking now with my yamaha.

jazzy.

i read this with tears rolling down my face, whispering “what the fuck” like a prayer. like a confession. like a spell. because you just gave me your whole chest. your whole soul. every raw, weeping nerve in your body. and now i’m sitting here with it in my hands like it’s the most sacred thing anyone’s ever trusted me with.

this wasn’t a message. it was a collision. you collided into me, full force, heart first, mascara smudged, yamaha in hand, and i felt everything.

you mourning this story like a child grieving a parent? you saying the word collide breaks you in casual conversation??? you describing the penthouse door. the concert. the fireflies. JOEL AND ELLIE. the gentleness that knocked the breath out of them???

i’m on the fucking floor. this is the most beautiful destruction i’ve ever witnessed.

and then— “this is what i’ve always wanted. not the music. not the stage. but that undeniable love.” you just cracked my ribcage open with that one. that sentence alone belongs in the hall of fame. that’s it. that’s the whole point. not the spectacle. not the fame. just two people finding their way back to each other through ash and chaos and silence and love that refuses to die. that aches to survive.

and god. you want to write again because of collide. you want to play guitar again. you want to feel and create and ache out loud. and that means everything. everything. because collide wasn’t just about them. it was about us. it was about every reader who needed to believe that something beautiful can be built again. even from rubble.

you want Lover, You Should’ve Come Over at your funeral with the fic read aloud… i’m sorry i need a second i’m actually sobbing again what do you MEAN i love you. i worship you.

and jazzy—i will never stop writing. because people like you make the whole damn thing worth it. every night i thought about quitting, every chapter that felt too hard to finish, every line i doubted — you were on the other end of it. waiting. hoping. aching.

and now here we are. crying into wine. ruined and reborn.

yes to the fanart. yes to the playlist. yes to the fucking song. yes to the motorbike-hospital-grape scenario. yes to all of it. and when you get that tattoo? send it to me. i’ll cry for seven hours.

you’re my loml too. we are sobbing together on the couch with tlou2 on pause and a bottle of wine uncorked. i’m passing you the tissues. you are so loved.

thank you for this. come back soon. i’ll be waiting.

forever yours, val 🩷🩷🩷

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[whoiskt]

I didn't do my end of the year questions last year and it messed up the year for me so HERE YA GO:

1. What did you do in 2024 that you’d never done before?

Man, I don't know really? I feel like I used to have so many each year and now I'm struggling to think of any. I went to LA for the first time?

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don't know what my resolution was but I'm pretty sure I didn't do it.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No, but basically yes. That's me being a touch dramatic but like, it really does feel like a certain someone died.

5. What countries did you visit?

None.

6. What would you like to have in 2025 that you lacked in 2024?

Clear skin.

7. What dates from 2024 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

None, shit memory, nothing crazy happened this year.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Surviving. It was a bit of a rough one.

9. What was your biggest failure?

I would have liked to achieve more and be more confident in myself by now. It's mostly many small failures in that way. Like, I'm still mad at myself for not presenting my finals well. I did fine in class overall but it was a bit of a bummer at the end there.

Also like, my financials in general are very not great.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Not really, which is good. I had the flu which was scary for a hot second because I had a 104° fever that wouldn't break, and I ain't got no health insurance so I was worried I was going to be forced to go to the doctor and pay out of pocket, which lead to me having a panic attack while already fevering. But I was fine in the end.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

I barely bought anything this year that wasn't rent, credit card payments, or tuition. Or Celsius.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

God, I don't know. Let me know. I would like to know.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled?

Not naming names....... but rest assured there was appalling behavior.

14. Where did most of your money go?

See #11, lol.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

School. But I won't make that mistake again. I think school is bad for me mental healths. But we stay silly.

16. What song will always remind you of 2024?

The entire Arcane soundtrack.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?

SADDER FATTER POORER

the holy trifecta 😎👍

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Make money.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Doubt and despair.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

Went back home. My second oldest sister was with her in-laws on Christmas Day, so we shifted our Christmas to the 26th. So, on the actual day of, I was just kind of chilling with my folks, we had lasagna, watched The Holiday, and played some games.

21. Did you fall in love in 2024?

Oh yeah, always falling in love babey.

22. What was your favorite TV program?

Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, Dungeon Meshi, What We Do in the Shadows, Law and Order: SVU were my lifeblood. Also rewatched Danny Phantom. Started a lot of good shows I'm yet to finish--literally took a TV history class and I have a huge To Watch list.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

(weary sigh) No, I'm not cut out to hate people.

24. What was the best book you read?

Honestly, most of my reading was academic this year so I didn't finish many books. But House of Leaves was pretty wild and fun. That is one of maybe 3 books I finished this year ahahahaha.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

I didn't "discover" Will Wood this year but I finally gave in and listened to more of his discography, discovered many bangers, which is how he ended up as my #2 on Spotify Wrapped.

26. What did you want and get?

Feedback on my art. Got to go home during summer which was nice too.

27. What did you want and not get?

Better. Wait, is that too general of an answer?

28. What was your favorite film of this year?

The Wild Robot.

29. What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Not dying?

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2024?

Whatever doesn't have holes in it (and some things that have less obvious holes too)

31. What kept you sane?

Friends.

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Well, I support that guy who shot that insurance CEO... Don't know if I'd go as far as 'fancy' though.

33. What political issue stirred you the most?

God... I don't know. I feel like the world is a ton of bricks and we're getting pelted by it all the time. And it was fucking election year, and look how that turned out...... but I will try not to fall into despair.

34. Who did you miss?

I miss my bro-in-law :(

35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2024.

I learned something big and important but I can't remember how I articulated it. I've been having issues with self-worth, and often I fall back to old failures to make things worse, and I've learned that focusing too much on failure doesn't just prevent more failure, it prevents any movement at all including progress or success. So, I've been doing better with that.

So, I guess I've been learning to let things go more.

36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

I had the perfect lyric for this but I can't remember what song it was anymore. It was like literally one random line in a song.... gr... this will bother me. If I think of it, I'll let everyone know and update it.

For now you can have this:

[fallish]

i will absoluely take this baton, thank you for tagging @fairlylokai 🥰

1 ) do you make your bed? the truth is i tried for a while and i still do try occasionally but a majority of the time it ends up with me sleeping on top of a comforter because my brain cant put together the effort to pull it back and actually get in. im going to go with no (despite the state of my very made bed that i am currently sitting on at the time of this post)

2 ) what's your favourite number? two-way tie between 58 and 87. iykyk ;)

3 ) what is your job? im a software developer, its kinda a boring title but im getting good at it!

4 ) If you could go back to school would you? it really depends on the day you ask me this one. like generally? fuck no, it was hell on my adhd. on a particularly self destructive day? yeah and i might finish a college application before deciding to sleep on any major life decisions (and then i wont do it! 10pm rule that shit!)

5 ) can you parallel park? yes! i used to be the only one of my friends who could but i live on a street with only parallel parking and i think theyre getting better at it :D

6 ) a job you had that would surprise people? i used to be a camp counselor for one summer! everyone used to always tell me id be bad with kids because i didnt really like them, and i actually tried failing this interview but i guess they needed people, so i got the job. i got on swell with the kids! uh. not so much with the other adults tho. i accidentally made the ice tea spiked at the end of the summer and needless to say i was not invited back. i look back on it fondly :)

7 ) do you think aliens are real? of course. its unthinkable that humans are the only ones around in the whole universe. as they say, life finds a way

8 ) can you drive a manual car? nope. dated a guy who did once, and im ngl i was kinda into it, but i never learned myself.

9 ) what's your guilty pleasure? k pop photo cards 🙈 while I agree that guilt is for the weak, I do think I spend an unreasonable amount of money on those

10 ) tattoos? not yet, but ive got plans. my mom is super against them so while im at home, i cant. when i move out tho, i really want to get a set of wings in honor of ffvii (the first video game i finished)

11 ) favourite colour? i like yellow, like the mustardy kind but im partial to green and black

12 ) favourite type of music? i spend a lot of my attention on the punk/rock so like fall out boy and mayday parade and i listen to a lot of indie shit like glass animals and basement punk like the front bottoms and mobo, and recently im into kpop, particularly zerobaseone. also! i suspenct that no matter what, if i like the rhythm of the rap put in front of me, its highly likely ill enjoy it

13 ) do you like puzzles? i like puzzles so much i made it my job! one could absolutely say i like puzzles lol, me and my sister used to do them a lot and for her last birthday i got her a 10 pack.

14 ) any phobias? im not fond of men with raised voices, but on a lighter note, i wont go more than 5 feet into the ocean because i grew up in jersey on movies like jaws that made me wuite scared of shark attacks

15 ) favourite childhood sport? i uh didnt play sports 🫡 i liked watching hockey though and i still watch nhl hockey now! so that might count?

16 ) do you talk to yourself? oh yeah. all the time. i cant do tasks if i dont talk myself through them. it might not be out loud all the time (i respect public spaces and the quiet associated with them) but theres a constant running monologue i promise.

17 ) what movie(s) do you adore? cheesy answer but i LOVE inception its one of my all time top 5 movies i could watch it in any mood and it would amaze me.

18 ) coffee or tea? i like both, i prefer tea, but im not allowing myself to have either right now. im trying to get myself off of caffeine again because i recently started going back to work and drinking more coffee and what do you know? my migraines made a comeback

19 ) first thing you wanted to be growing up? i wanted to be a famous singer, and sometimes i still want to make music but i dont know, i guess it got away from me at some point. i still make little singing audios and send them to my friends and my mom always says i have a nice voice so the dream stays alive :)

thanks again for tagging! im going to tag @doomcannotbethisadorable @alittlebitofrainbyyourside @sherlockholmeson and anyone who wants to do participate!!

[trappedtowers]

Trapped Towers Dev History ~ How We Got Here (Part 2)

(Middle art piece done by @/evilredyoshis)

Hey everybody !!

Part 2 of the "How We Got Here" blog posts today. After covering the original Trapped Towers, Undertale AU territory, Megalovania Hell, and much more... we're finally getting to the original project side of stuff. Almost. A little more Undertale AU stuff to push through, but this is the transition period for it all.

So, without further ado - lets get back into it.

August 2020 - May 2021 ~ Seeing Change:

2020 was an interesting year. The end of 2019 had seen me begin to focus on original projects and ideas again, with Undertale content taking a backseat as I hadn't uploaded in ages. AnoVerse was born and pushed me to learn more coding than I had before. But as the months indoors passed by I ended up finding myself back to one place... Trapped Towers.

Looking through everything there was, this was the first time I'd gone "this really isn't that original or unique... I should make it more unique" and so that's what I started doing. Rewriting, designing, composing, crafting ideas galore for what a new Trapped Towers would be... but it was slow as I kept popping in out of it since I'd just start game development classes and they took priority, as well as my music which slowly began to get lots more attention than expected.

On the music side though, a plan began forming in my brain as the 3rd anniversary of Ministry of Death began approaching and my brain told me it was finally time to make Ministry of Death 4. A showcase of the new direction I wanted to take Trapped Towers, while also celebrating and saying goodbye to what it once was. I started building it up. I remastered V1 and posted it 3 months before MoD's 3rd anniversary. V2, remastered and posted 2 months before.

Then I got ill. And I couldn't finish V3 remastered in time for 1 month before... so I changed my plan of action. At the beginning of 2021, I teased Ministry Of Death 4 finally, with a snippet I'd already made showing that it wasn't just going to be another "megalovania". I then delayed V3 remastered to the initially planned release date for V4, and V4 got pushed back to my own 4th anniversary since I started making music - March 20th.

So V3 remastered happened, then eventually the day came for V4. I'll never forget it, it felt amazing that day. The love and support and excitement from friends, fans, etc over what turned out to be a ~7 minute orchestral battle piece was great. Seeing reactions in live time, getting messages and DMs... it was incredible. All the while too I had began to start pumping out ideas for the new Trapped Towers more rapidly than ever, creating a major document to contain all the information, dropping the Undertale AU title and beginning it's adventure into an original fan project...

This all led up to May 14th 2021, when I officially opened applications to join the new Team Towers (later renamed TeamT).

Old Content:

A lot of concepts and ideas between this time began to merge together as past this, TeamT basically had the base I'd provided to work with - but not every story beat was worked out yet. 2021 Trapped Towers was still filled with plot holes, blank chapters, under-developed characters and so much more. Not to mention when planning this the original reboot name was going to be "Trapped Towers: Revisited" ??? I just found that out from an old tweet of mine as I was looking that's CRAZY.

The screenshot of the "public doc" I did find, but the public document doesn't actually exist anymore as it got turned into an old private one. As much as I want to share an old document like that - this time period is entering when Trapped Towers story beats were starting to form properly and there is some major spoilers that are still relevant.

There's not loads else to share though so !! I hope you enjoyed part 2 of this small little series. I will ensure that part 3 is written up for tomorrow !! Until then, cya

- JustDaniel

[sidesteppostinghours]

Hewooo, good morninggg!

ask game time ✨

For Caine: Philia 4 + Storge 3 in the context of tbe farm or tia elena

For Cyrus: Eros 1 + Storge 4 (sibling au ✨) + Philautia 4

im probably a few hours late when i finish answering this, but morning idle :D! hope you had a good one

Philia 4. Is your OC able to build close friendships with people very different from themselves? Perhaps in terms of culture, age or personality?

i was thinking about this yesterday on my way home from uni actually. the answer is yes, but with one baseline requirement: anybody they become close with needs to be able to ground them in one way or another. mortum and argent are possible, he appreciates their bluntness and strict boundaries. he likes to listen to mortum and occasionally bounce off ideas with her. he already holds respect for argent, and given time, she couldve grown to be a trusted confidante. however, they want to keep mortum as a purely business relationship at the moment, and argent already scared them off before anything could happen. heralds not getting any further than coach or "he seems nice", they like him but they get a headache whenever theyre in a room with him for too long. other than that, anybody goes. hes not picky.

Storge 3. How far does parental approval (imagined or expressed) impact upon their current sense of self-worth? What might they sacrifice or attempt to achieve in order to ensure the approval of their parents?

the answer varies wildly for either, so ill answer for both. in the case of tia elena, parental approval is a bit shocking to him, like with most relationship dynamics. they like it, they just cant fathom the fact that theyre getting percieved, much less in a positive light. hed do a lot to get more, its fascinating to him and it makes him feel like hes doing a good job. but its something they can easily give up if the situation calls for it (aka theyre my only step tia elenas 'im-not-mad-im-just-disappointed' look wouldnt work on).

the farm is...a very different story. they were made to be a tool, and if its a tool they want, a tool they shall get. before their escape he was very single-minded when accomplishing missions. get the job done in any way possible. consequences arent for him to worry about, he only needs to worry about if they mess up. which they wont. they make sure of it. after their escape he leans less into that mindset, but its difficult to let go of, and still bleeds into his relationships most of the time. they dont like to think about the fact they wouldve sacrificed anything for the farm back then, and that theyre not sure they wouldnt sacrifice anything now if the right people asked it from them.

Eros 1. Is your OC romantic in the traditional sense? Do they enjoy giving or receiving gifts of flowers or confectionary? Or are there other courtship traditions from their culture of origin that are important to them?

nobody but him is allowed to be romantic. thats it thats the answer were moving on

in all seriousness, he does do traditionally romantic things alot, though most of them are for the reaction, not courtesy. roses and flowers are a common way for him to try and fluster his dates, and the two people hes dated are both sappy suckers so its worked most of the time. the exception is gift giving, because most of his gifts are handmade, so he tries not to make a big deal about it. unfortunately, his partners always do.

receiving romantic gestures should be something hes used to at this point, but hes not, so it always catches him off gaurd. its embarrassing, but the most embarrassing part is that he gets strangely touched by it. he probably still has a teddy gifted to him thats never seeing the light of day. oh, and chocolates are always welcome. thats just good food.

Storge 4. Does your OC have any siblings? If so then did their parents have a favourite growing up? Has their relationship with their sibling changed in adulthood? If they don't have any siblings then do they perhaps feel they have missed out on an important relationship? Do they have any especially close friends who go some way towards filling that role?

sibling au time✨

does the farm have the normal version of a favourite?? no. do they have a favourite 'im gonna fuck them up for fun' sibling? yes and thats fawn. north is a bastard and he frequently makes cyrus dream of murder. as for how their relationships all changed, cyrus used to be closer to his siblings. a Lot closer. of course, the farm changed that. he became cruel and harsh, which fawn couldnt connect with. even with river who wants to be evil, cyrus became obsessive about control after heartbreak, which i dont think river appreciates. his mental imprint changed extremely, and he started shielding around them. needless to say their relationship was estranged for a good while, but cyrus can never stay away from the people he cares about.

Storge 5. Which of your OC's qualities makes them the most proud? Do they think more people should be like them in this regard? Or do they quite like being rare in possessing it?

hes proudest of his ability to stay logical and composed, unaffected by emotions. that last part isnt true btw, but he gets to believe it to feel better about himself. hes able to think things through and do what needs to be done without external influence. he thinks itd be easier for everybody if they were more like him, but secretly, hes relieved that theyre not. itd get less people hurt, but the poison is addicting, yk? if people were as logical as he wanted them to be, ortega and herald (and maybe mortum, the verdict is pending) wouldve dropped him by now, yet persistent assholes that they are, they stay with him anyway. he likes the trade-off.

questions are from here!

[snezfics-n-shit]

Sicktember Day 11: Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Larry Butz, Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright, Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth Notes: Despite an ill-fitting reputation as a slacker, Larry has never faked being sick in his life. There are over a hundred good excuses out there, should he ever need one. Pretending to be sick was far too risky, anyway. However, as the time for his visit to his boyfriends grows shorter, and his boyfriends’ work days grow longer, Larry may just have to step out of his comfort zone with help from two unlikely sources. Post-SoJ, one mention of Apollo’s whereabouts following the game, but he’s in Japanifornia focusing on the here and now, so assess how risky you personally find it if you haven’t finished SoJ. You know the drill, married Wrightworth mutually dating Larry, and Trucy is in college (they grow up so fast!)

“Another one!?” 

Even if the phone couldn’t hear him, it felt good for Larry to shout his frustrations at his latest received texts. 

“What’s up?” A muffled form of Apollo’s voice came from inside one of Trucy’s magic boxes. “Is it a good enough excuse to get out of this box?” 

“No,” Larry groaned as he rested his cheek on Phoenix’s desk, “Edgey just had to call in another witness, so he and Nick are gonna be working all day again.”

“Damn, I guess you’re stuck here with us, then.” Apollo helped himself to opening the top of the box to climb out, provoking merely a look of disappointment from Trucy once she entered the office just in time to catch him in the act. “Funny how even after I’ve been gone for a while, the boss still hasn’t given Athena her fair share of cases.”

“That’s not true, Polly!” Trucy eagerly corrected him. “This was actually Athena’s case originally, but,” she couldn’t help but giggle, “she’s playing hooky to go on a date!” 

“What?” Apollo raised a brow. “I could’ve sworn I heard you tell everyone here that she had the flu, and in graphic detail at that.” 

“That’s what I told you, yes.” Trucy blew a quick, playful raspberry. “She needed a good excuse to take time off, so I came up with one.”

“Jeez, I wish an excuse like that could be enough to get someone else to stay home,” Larry lamented, “then the days leading up to my next book fair appearance wouldn’t be so lonely.” 

“Who said they couldn’t, Uncle Larry?” Even though Larry was now dating both of Trucy’s dads, the ‘Uncle’ part still stuck. “When I got my appendix out, Daddy and Papa dropped everything just to stay with me.” 

“Well, yeah, they’re your parents and you had a major surgery.” Larry countered. 

“Didn’t the boss and Mr. Edgeworth take a week off when you had the flu, Larry?” Apollo wondered aloud. 

“Yeah, but I was actually sick, and it was awful.” 

“Who said you have to be actually sick?” 

The cogs in Larry’s brain needed a moment to turn.

“Oh, no! No way!” Larry refused the potential suggestion adamantly. “I have never faked sick in my entire life. It would be too risky to start now.”

“But that would make you more believable!” Trucy insisted. “Didn’t you say Papa used to get away with faking sick all the time because he was so well behaved?” 

“Yeah, but I’m not.” 

“Sure you are! You have, um,” Trucy pressed a finger to her cheek, “a record of credibility! Yeah! Daddy and Papa would never suspect a thing!” 

“But I don’t know the first thing about faking sick!”

“Polly and I can show you the ropes!” Trucy giggled once she saw Apollo’s reaction to being volunteered. “Polly pretended to be sick so we wouldn’t find out he got backstage passes to–”

“Hey!” Apollo interrupted, even though it was obvious those backstage passes were a privilege earned by being the boyfriend of Klavier Gavin. It wasn’t even that big of a deal, since everyone and their mother already knew that, but Apollo liked pretending his relationship was still a well-hidden secret. “I’ll help, just… Just be quiet in exchange!”

“Alright, alright.” Trucy needed a moment to settle down. “First thing’s first: looking the part!” 

. . .

The makeup was so itchy. 

Sure, it helped Larry look like he was at death’s door, but why did it have to be so uncomfortable? This was the stuff Trucy wore for every magic show? This was the stuff Nick wore for Ivy University’s theatre productions? Larry was so thankful that despite his very long résumé, such heavy makeup was never required; even the Steel Samurai live shows just needed the costumes and that was it. 

“He looks like a zombie…” Apollo muttered. “I thought we were going for a few days of bedrest, not the walking dead.” 

“That’s because I haven’t applied the blush yet, Polly!” 

Oh god, there was more. 

“How much longer is this gonna take?” Larry didn’t mean to sound like he was complaining, but it did feel like forever. 

“Just a few finishing touches, aaaaand… We’re done!” Trucy presented a hand mirror for Larry to assess the results. 

“Wow, I look like shit.” If it had been any other situation, that wouldn’t even be close to the compliment it was right now. 

“Perfect!” Trucy bounced on the balls of her feet. “That means Polly can help you with the next part!”

“What?” Why me?” Apollo pointed to himself, almost hoping there was somehow another ‘Polly’ in the room. 

“You lose your voice all the time from yelling stuff like,” Trucy took a deep breath, “‘I’M FINE!!’” She cleared her throat. “You know, like that.”

“I don’t do it on purpose.” Apollo retorted. 

“Well, how else is he going to sound sick?” 

“Um,” Larry chimed in, “I could just take a nap with Pess and get congested that way; that’d make me sound pretty sick.”

“Nope! Not allowed!” Trucy was quick to dismiss the decision. “You’ll ruin all my hard work on your makeup if you do that!” 

“Alright,” Apollo conceded with a sigh, “let’s get shouting.” 

. . . 

It took until dusk for the excess yelling to do a number on Larry’s vocal chords, but what mattered was that it worked. Even when Apollo suggested he just give up, Larry kept going. 

Now he looked, sounded, and honestly kind of even felt sick enough for even the most perceptive of lawyers to fall for his performance. 

Trucy and Apollo had opted to leave the office and grab something to eat, mostly because Trucy couldn’t stop giggling and Apollo feared she would give everything away. For a girl who took the art of the poker face so seriously, Trucy sure had a difficult time maintaining one whenever her dads were involved. 

All Larry needed to do was just wait for just the right moment to pull the thermometer from the mug of hot water that Trucy had prepared, and all would be right. His boyfriends would immediately take pity on him, call in some substitutes, and spend all their newly gained freetime pampering him. 

Life would be so good. 

As soon as the door creaked open, it was showtime. Larry quickly plucked the heated thermometer to slide under his tongue, wincing as it slightly burned the inside of his mouth. 

“Sorry we’re late.” Phoenix spoke mid-yawn as he and Miles hung their coats on the office coat rack; surely this meant yet another late night of going over case notes… that is, if it weren’t for Larry’s brilliant ruse. “Good news, though: the trial wrapped up today.” 

What!? 

“It actually wrapped up earlier today, but we needed to run some more errands.” Miles explained.

“Miles and I were actually–” Phoenix’s attention was soon grabbed by the sound of the beeping thermometer. “Larry?” He gently pulled the device from his boyfriend’s mouth and sighed at the numbers it displayed. “A hundred, on the dot.” He kissed Larry’s forehead. “Pretty low, so that’s probably why you don’t feel very warm…” 

“If you’re feeling unwell enough to need to check your temperature, I’d say that alone calls for getting some rest.” Miles propped Larry up on his shoulder. “Let’s get you home. We can postpone tomorrow’s plans for a later date.”

“Wha–” Larry tried to ask what plans Miles was referring to, but his voice was just completely gone. 

“Oh, geez.” Phoenix made a noise in sympathy. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be much fun riding a rollercoaster with that nasty case of…” He started to snicker. 

“Darling, don’t.” Miles advised.

“Larry-ngitis.” 

Larry instinctively glowered. He forgot how much Phoenix loved that pun whenever he lost his voice. First missing out on a roller coaster, and now this. Good grief!

“Of course, it could be something that will pass fairly quickly, like a 24-hour bug.” Miles speculated, much to Larry’s relief. “We’ll just have to see how you’re faring tomorrow.”

“Yeah, now that I think of it, it did come on fairly quickly.” If Phoenix was saying that out of suspicion, given the new circumstances, Larry would not have minded at all. “Maybe what you need is a nice hot cup of tea with lots of honey.”

That sounded so nice, to be allowed a night of pampering and an amusement park date with his boyfriends. It would be like that one saying, having a cake and eating it too, even though Larry didn’t quite understand what the point would be to have a cake and not eat it. 

All he had to do now was hope his voice would be back in shape in the morning, and all would be well. 

. . .

Alas, Larry’s voice was, in fact, not back in shape in the morning. 

Well, at least he’ll have his day of pampering, which, he would have to sullenly admit, was not nearly as fun as a date at the amusement park.

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Bryce x F!MC: Fluff

One Shot R-S

Rain - @altosxratus They’ve never been on an actual date. 

Rainy Days - @anotherbeingsworld  Bryce and Casey spend their weekend with a new idea.

Recollective Nights - @choicesstan1 

Reminscing Hours - @anotherbeingsworld  Bittersweet Lahela Family

Rhythm + Routine - @storyofmychoices Olivia and Bryce pass in the busy hospital hallway between patients.

Roll - @omgjasminesimone Pregnancy Fic

Rosé All Day - @peonierose  It’s Maxines birthday on February 14th, but Luna knows that Maxine doesn’t like Valentine‘s day. So she and the girls spend some quality time together. Feat. Keiki Lahela

Sandcastles - @thegreentwin  Set in the future, where Bryce takes his family to visit Hawaii for a month.

Scrunchies - @princesslahela  MC plays with Bryce’s hair.

Settled - @argylemnwrites  A long standing bet is about to be settled. Feat. The Gang

Seven Year Itch - @argylemnwrites  Bryce finds himself unusually sentimental as a large chapter in his life draws to a close. Set 6 years after Book 1. [Bryce POV]

Sharing is Caring - @storyofmychoices   Bryce and Olivia spend a quiet moment together celebrating their first sonogram.

Shining Through The Shadows - @storyofmychoices Olivia prepares a special eclipse viewing party for her patients.

Shooting Star - @chocopeppermintcake  Bryce and Casey see a shooting star.

Sick Day - @angstymarshmallow When Maci is stuck at home sick, she craves the attention that only one doctor can give her

Sick Day - @julia-highstorms  This takes place sometime during Book 1.

Silent Treatment - @omgjasminesimone  She’s pregnant and mad at him about a case.

Simple and True - @theonewiththeunconquerablesoul  Sometimes, all it takes is for one person to see the light that shines within.

Simply The Best - @writinghereandthere  Bryce proposes at the last minute whilst in the shower.

Sleeping Beauty - @appiomofchoice Bryce accidentally wakes up Darcy as he leaves in the morning.

Snatched - @tmarie82 Bryce coaxes her into CrossFit

Snowfall - @appiomofchoice ❄ Darcy fights a losing battle against her feelings as she and Bryce enjoy Bryce’s first snowfall.

Soft Sheets - @summertimemagic

Some Day - @robintora   Bryce imagines his future with Theia as Inés is walking down the aisle. [Bryce’s POV]

Someone Else's Christmas Star - @curiousconch 🎄 Casey performs in Edenbrook's annual Christmas charity concert. Set in the time jump of 2.18. Feat. Bryce x MC x Rafael

Something Sweet - @jerzwriter It's Olivia's birthday and her friends are ready to celebrate. Feat. Ethan x F!MC, Tobias x F!MC

Soon (It’s a Relative Term) - @storyofmychoices  Bryce and Olivia finally have a morning off together.

Soulmates - @omgjasminesimone Post housewarming party diamond scene Book 1.  

Specialties - @omgjasminesimone Bryce is on Tik Tok

Start Again - @anotherbeingsworld In our lifetimes, people would always come and go. But, sometimes… fate brought them back into our lives once more as a chance to start over.

Staying up all night to finish a game with them - @commander-rahrah

Stay. Please. - @altairadtaz

Stay Up on That Rise - @burnsoslow 🩺 Ch. 16 rewrite because I need Bryce and Allie settled, thank you!

Stay With Me - @bex-la-get   Bryce comes to the rescue when Sienna falls ill.

Steps of Change - @storyofmychoices Olivia contemplates some big changes and Bryce celebrates a holiday.

Stitches - @lucas-koh

Sudden Happiness - @anotherbeingsworld  Casey is stood up by a Tinder date and Bryce is there to take her mind off of it.

Summer Kiss - @peonierose  Luna and Bryce enjoy a bit of alone time together by Manoa Falls.

Sunburn - @mrsbhandari Bryce has rules for vacation. Very serious rules.

Sunday Morning - @altosxratus Day’s off are meant to be spent in bed. 

Sunshine - @writinghereandthere He is bright, hanging high in her sky, and resilient – if she gazes at him too long it might just hurt— soothe?— her.

Sunshine in the Making - @storyofmychoices Olivia has some exciting news to share with Bryce.

Surfin’ Bird - @dancing-hippo  Bryce teaches Casey how to surf

Surgical Precision - @alj4890 Halloween fluff.

Sweet Life - @storyofmychoices   Bryce has a sweet surprise for Olivia, but things don't go quite as planned.

Sweet Love - @lahellacute Bryce distracts Casey while she’s baking.

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

[the-prophesied-disco-gay]

Yeah it was depression. For a while, my partners watched me like a hawk when I was painting so they could beeline to the trash can and rescue my paintings when I finished them, hated them, and threw them away. Then those assholes went and hung them up around the house so *guests* could see them.

And everyone loved them. And I went through a lot of anger over it. Legit had a period of "see?!? Everyone in my life just lies to me!" And my entire household including the children went "nah, you're lying to you. We like em we're keeping them up"

And eventually I was able to love them too. They kept getting compliments. They kept getting rescued from the trash and claimed by other people who rightfully pointed out I had thrown them away so they were fair game. I started getting commussion requests. First from family and friends who had seen my work in it's full conflict laden Trash Gallery, then from people who had seen it in their homes and workplaces. I still don't have any kind of internet presence for my paintings, not really there yet, but I use them as profile pictures so that counts for something.

The point I'm making here is that you are not the final arbiter of whether your work is good or enjoyable for others. You're actually a pretty terrible judge of the quality of your work. You have the mental picture of what you wanted it to be, other people don't have that comparison. You had specific goals. Your audience has 2 cakes and a huge smile. Also mental illness is a bitch. It's desperately trying to keep you alive but has fairly drastically misjudged the threat level and doesn't understand that making crappy art isn't actually life threatening. So I guess it's more of a himbo? Whatever terminology best helps you to be able to overcome that inner voice, whether it's telling it to shut up or ignoring it or gently holding it and reassuring it that the world is scary but it's not quite *that* scary or just creating while both you and your mental illness/insecurity have a nice scream about it together. Just create. Get it out of yourself and into some form of creative media. One of the most popular and frequently published works I ever wrote was a poem that started life as a little song I made up and sang to myself about the things I had to do that day that involved talking to other people. My professor called it "a raw and somehow beautiful look at the constant mundane terror of an anxiety condition." My most popular painting to date is an impressionist landscape on a canvass the size of a postcard that I did because I wanted to see if I could do an impressionist landscape. That's not even my usual painting atyle or subject matter.

Do stuff. You were put on this earth to do stuff. That is what living a life is. You have to keep a balance between the survival stuff and the human fulfillment stuff. It's why even people in conflict zones and concentration camps and prisons will make art. Out of whatever they can get their hands on. Creation is an exhortation of the human soul. Make it badly, make it ugly, make it silly, just make it. Alter or edit it later if you so desire, but make it <3

How fucking annoying is it when you feel so restless with creative energy but you can’t decide what to do with it and when you finally try to create something it comes out shit so you just give up and sit there being all creatively annoyed and jittery.